Hello everyone! 3 reviews! I'm so excited you have no idea. I did not
think I'd get one, if any. EEEEEE!!!!!!! Ok, now I am calm. Maybe...maybe
not. Yay!!!! So, with the compliments that I received, I have written
chapter two of the story and here it is. Sorry it is so late. I have not
had any time with all the stuff I'm doing. But here it is, enjoy.
Thanks again,
Chiquitabanane
`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ `~`~`~ "Ron? Ronald Weasley? They stood there, staring at each other, for a couple minutes when they were suddenly brought back into reality by a growling sound coming from a few feet away. The two of them turned towards the direction the sound to find that it came from the Minister of Magic, George Finley. He had cleared his throat and was now peering at them with curiosity. Hermione felt the heat rise into her cheeks when she realized that she had been staring at the stranger for so long and still held his hand. She dropped it quickly and rested her hand in her other.
"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything," the Minister said with a bit of humor in his voice.
"No, nothing at all," Hermione was too quick to say it for as soon as the words left her mouth the Minister gave her and Ron a suspicious look.
"Anyway," he turned to Hermione. "Have you finished going through the applications yet? I need them on my desk by eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Yes sir, I went through them all and they're in a neat pile on my desk. But sir, if I may ask, can someone else go through them as well? I'm not quite sure if I've taken the right people for the job."
"I trust you Hermione; no one else grasps the idea of confidentiality." Hermione looked down to hide the little smile that appeared on her face. No one working in the ministry could keep a secret except her. "Well, I must be moving along, I'm late for my meeting with Francis, and I'll see you tomorrow." He suddenly turned to the man that she was with. "Be careful, she's a dangerous one. You don't want to know what happens if you get in a row with her. Trust me, I've been there."
The Minister turned and walked down the corridor to his office smirking. He had found the little incident to be very humorous.
Now it was the stranger's turn to blush. He quickly turned away to try and hide it, though looking more awkward with every movement he made. He scratched his neck and looked back towards Hermione to end the awkward silence that had settled between them.
Hermione had been thinking, not knowing that she was making the man in front of her more uncomfortable by the second. Is that really Ron? It doesn't really look like him, though of course it's been a long time and he has to have aged. She realized if it was Ron, she was going to have to end the silence, for Ron was never one to start things.
"Don't listen to him, he's a bit on the crazy side," she was countering what the minister had said before.
"He is a bit nutty isn't he?" he relaxed a bit. It was more of a statement then a question.
It was weird talking to Ron. She had not spoken to him in two years. Like Hermione, Ron was an auror who, after the war ended, was sent to work somewhere else. He made up his mind to go to Romania and work with dragons, leaving Hermione in London. When he first arrived there he sent owls to her everyday, though as time went by Hermione received less and less, until one day, no more letters came. She had not heard news of him in more than a year and felt her aggression towards him slowly creep into her as they stood there, alone in the lobby.
"Well, I better be on my way," He said to her.
"As do I, I have to be somewhere, so if you will excuse me," Hermione replied rather tartly. A look of loss crawled onto Ron's face after she spoke, but she simply ignored it. She did not have time to deal with Ron and his lost chances.
She grabbed the few items from his grasp, shoved them in her purse, and walked briskly towards the telephone booth.
Opening the door she hesitated. Ugh, what am I doing? Should I go back and talk to him? I mean, I haven't seen him in so long he deserves a proper conversation. No, I can't. Be strong Hermione. You can do this. Just go inside, grab the phone and go home. Ahhh shut up brain!! She quickly picked up the phone. Be strong Hermione, it's better this way. Remember what he did to you, you can't just give in. She looked back over to Ron, but he was gone now. She could not help but feel sorry for herself; she lost the chance with him for the second time.
She was so lost in her thoughts she did not understand how she had already made it to her front door. Her walk over was a blur. She remembered the telephone booth slowly going above ground, but when did she start walking out of it? She was not sure. Maybe her subconscious had taken over because she did not know how she could have easily made it anywhere with all the tears in her eyes.
Walking into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror before her. Her eyes were red and puffy. The last thing she wanted to do was go over to Harry's, but she knew she had to. There was no option of not showing. But what if Ron's there, what would she do then? She could not just stand in the corner or run around the house hiding from him. Could she? I might as well just go through with this. Not going would be so much worse. Going was the lesser of the two evils. Though who would consider a birthday party an evil? She hated that phrase. It was so negative. So pessimistic. She had to look at this as a glass half full kind of thing. It would all work itself out eventually. Yes, just that. I can deal with it. With that final thought, she turned on the hot water in the shower, set her clothes in a hamper, and got in the shower.
The shower was just the thing she needed. Once she was in she felt better. The water washing away her thoughts, her mind was clear again. How could she have ever thought of not going to Harry's party?
Within minutes of finishing her shower she was dressed and ready. Wearing a light, flowery sundress, after all it was the middle of summer; she was almost ready to go. The clock on the wall read 6:15. There were still fifteen minutes until she had to be there, but Hermione Granger, among many things, was never late, and she was not going to start tonight. She had not time to do anything with her hair so it lay disheveled on her shoulders. Grabbing her purse and wand without a second to lose, she aparated to the apartment that Harry shared with Ginny.
`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ `~`~`~ "Ron? Ronald Weasley? They stood there, staring at each other, for a couple minutes when they were suddenly brought back into reality by a growling sound coming from a few feet away. The two of them turned towards the direction the sound to find that it came from the Minister of Magic, George Finley. He had cleared his throat and was now peering at them with curiosity. Hermione felt the heat rise into her cheeks when she realized that she had been staring at the stranger for so long and still held his hand. She dropped it quickly and rested her hand in her other.
"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything," the Minister said with a bit of humor in his voice.
"No, nothing at all," Hermione was too quick to say it for as soon as the words left her mouth the Minister gave her and Ron a suspicious look.
"Anyway," he turned to Hermione. "Have you finished going through the applications yet? I need them on my desk by eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Yes sir, I went through them all and they're in a neat pile on my desk. But sir, if I may ask, can someone else go through them as well? I'm not quite sure if I've taken the right people for the job."
"I trust you Hermione; no one else grasps the idea of confidentiality." Hermione looked down to hide the little smile that appeared on her face. No one working in the ministry could keep a secret except her. "Well, I must be moving along, I'm late for my meeting with Francis, and I'll see you tomorrow." He suddenly turned to the man that she was with. "Be careful, she's a dangerous one. You don't want to know what happens if you get in a row with her. Trust me, I've been there."
The Minister turned and walked down the corridor to his office smirking. He had found the little incident to be very humorous.
Now it was the stranger's turn to blush. He quickly turned away to try and hide it, though looking more awkward with every movement he made. He scratched his neck and looked back towards Hermione to end the awkward silence that had settled between them.
Hermione had been thinking, not knowing that she was making the man in front of her more uncomfortable by the second. Is that really Ron? It doesn't really look like him, though of course it's been a long time and he has to have aged. She realized if it was Ron, she was going to have to end the silence, for Ron was never one to start things.
"Don't listen to him, he's a bit on the crazy side," she was countering what the minister had said before.
"He is a bit nutty isn't he?" he relaxed a bit. It was more of a statement then a question.
It was weird talking to Ron. She had not spoken to him in two years. Like Hermione, Ron was an auror who, after the war ended, was sent to work somewhere else. He made up his mind to go to Romania and work with dragons, leaving Hermione in London. When he first arrived there he sent owls to her everyday, though as time went by Hermione received less and less, until one day, no more letters came. She had not heard news of him in more than a year and felt her aggression towards him slowly creep into her as they stood there, alone in the lobby.
"Well, I better be on my way," He said to her.
"As do I, I have to be somewhere, so if you will excuse me," Hermione replied rather tartly. A look of loss crawled onto Ron's face after she spoke, but she simply ignored it. She did not have time to deal with Ron and his lost chances.
She grabbed the few items from his grasp, shoved them in her purse, and walked briskly towards the telephone booth.
Opening the door she hesitated. Ugh, what am I doing? Should I go back and talk to him? I mean, I haven't seen him in so long he deserves a proper conversation. No, I can't. Be strong Hermione. You can do this. Just go inside, grab the phone and go home. Ahhh shut up brain!! She quickly picked up the phone. Be strong Hermione, it's better this way. Remember what he did to you, you can't just give in. She looked back over to Ron, but he was gone now. She could not help but feel sorry for herself; she lost the chance with him for the second time.
She was so lost in her thoughts she did not understand how she had already made it to her front door. Her walk over was a blur. She remembered the telephone booth slowly going above ground, but when did she start walking out of it? She was not sure. Maybe her subconscious had taken over because she did not know how she could have easily made it anywhere with all the tears in her eyes.
Walking into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror before her. Her eyes were red and puffy. The last thing she wanted to do was go over to Harry's, but she knew she had to. There was no option of not showing. But what if Ron's there, what would she do then? She could not just stand in the corner or run around the house hiding from him. Could she? I might as well just go through with this. Not going would be so much worse. Going was the lesser of the two evils. Though who would consider a birthday party an evil? She hated that phrase. It was so negative. So pessimistic. She had to look at this as a glass half full kind of thing. It would all work itself out eventually. Yes, just that. I can deal with it. With that final thought, she turned on the hot water in the shower, set her clothes in a hamper, and got in the shower.
The shower was just the thing she needed. Once she was in she felt better. The water washing away her thoughts, her mind was clear again. How could she have ever thought of not going to Harry's party?
Within minutes of finishing her shower she was dressed and ready. Wearing a light, flowery sundress, after all it was the middle of summer; she was almost ready to go. The clock on the wall read 6:15. There were still fifteen minutes until she had to be there, but Hermione Granger, among many things, was never late, and she was not going to start tonight. She had not time to do anything with her hair so it lay disheveled on her shoulders. Grabbing her purse and wand without a second to lose, she aparated to the apartment that Harry shared with Ginny.