Chapter 3
A.N. really do i have to tell you i own NONE of the charaters and that they all belong to J.K. Rowling? i did't think so! .
Author Comments: I have to say sorry for taking so long...it took me a while to get the french translations and i was just having a hard time getting the insperation for the Hermione part...hehe! enjoy! :)
Ron awoke quickly taking in a sharp breath, jerking his head back and hitting it against the side bedpost. He blinked rapidly as the sun dipped though the open window, allowing a slight breeze to tickle his skin. The sounds of the street drifted into his room, as he began to slowly welcome the morning. He knew he didn't have to go into work till later, so he pulled himself back down into bed. Then he rolled over pulling the old flannel blanket along with him. But as he moved his face to the other side his check touched something cold and rough.
"Oh..." He mumbled, sitting up and taking the parchment that had been dropped on his pillow. Harry had left him a quick little note describing his duties for the weekend and how he could be reached.
Ron-
Don't mess up the house to much.
I'm off to Scotland for the weekend; try not to go crazy without me.
Just remember not to leave food out because last time the whole apartment smelled like old tuna for a week.
Should be home by Sunday. Have fun.
-Harry.
With a slight smirk, Ron stuck the note on his night table and pushed himself out of bed. But before walking out the door he let his eyes wander to the desk to get a quick glimpse of his letter. Just to make sure it was still there, or just to look at it one more time, either way he then stepped out of his room into the hallway.
He had dreamt of that last night at the train station, he could see her perfectly in his mind. Her hair tousled and bushy and hanging in wet curls. Her big brown, chocolate eyes staring up at him filled with tears. And that slight tremble as he slipped his hands around her to say goodbye. Her hair had smelled like fresh rain and her skin was as soft as a rose petal. It was a moment he would always remember, saved forever in his mind so he could recall it whenever he needed.
The perfect momemt.
Ron reached the kitchen and rummaged though the cupboards for something to eat. He finally settled for oatmeal and put on some water to heat. Sitting down at the small wooden table Ron began to rub his eyes of sleep.
Hermione hadn't been able to sleep well that night. Her mind was heavy and her whole body felt weighed. She had woken up before the sunrise and sat up to watch it out her window. Rubbing her arms slowly, she felt a cold icy shiver trickle down her spine.
When the sun finally began to rise, Hermione held her breath. Beams of golden light filled her room and danced along the white walls of her apartment. She was slowly filled with a sense of peace and wonder, something she hadn't felt in a long time. As she shut her eyes crazy ideas began to pop into her head.
Maybe she really could leave, and escape to London. It was something she had dreamed to do for a long time...maybe just maybe...
In a flash of uncharacteristic spontaneity Hermione jumped for the phone. Although it was Saturday she was suppose to be working at 10. Her hands trembling as she dialed her boss, ideas and thoughts whizzing though her head.
"Bonjour, puis-je parle au Monsieur Kinkead?" Hermione mumbled quickly, "Merci Madam..." She waited a moment to be connected to her boss, taping her fingers nervously on the table.
"Bonjour Monsieur Kinkead, je veux aller au London es-ce-que je peut avoir une vacance du travail." She waited patiently, while he asked her why she needed the time off.
"Je dois voir ma famille." She replied simply and smiled at his consent. "Merci beaucop, je l'apprécie! Au revoir!"
After hanging up the phone she leapt to her closet, gathering a small variety of clothing and stuffing them into a duffle bag. Reaching for a few of her favorite books and some spare scrapes of parchment Hermione headed for the door. Wand in hand she steped out into the dark hallway, placing her bag and books on the floor beside her.
With a quick mumble and flick of her wand-hand the door shut and locked sharply. "Lumos," she whispered, searching for her bag.
If anyone had been watching her that night, they would have seen a slightly frazzled witch, sticking her wand back into her coat pocket and popping into thin air.
need a french translation? (so did i)
first part means: Good morning, may i speek with Mr.Kinkead, Thank you Ma'am
Second part: Good Day Mr.KinKead i wanted to know if i take a vacation from working to go to London
Thrid part: To see my family, thank you i apreciate it, see you soon.
(thats pretty much what it said! . thanks Alex for the translation.)
To my reviewers: Thanks...again i thrive on your comments and i really hope you like this quick chapter...more much sooner and enjoy! Thanks again for your wonderful reviews and im sooory it took me forever!
alriddle