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"example"--sentences with quotation marks are for talking
**Hermione**
An 18-year-old Hermione sauntered up the stairs to her to new home, making sure each time her foot went to the next step, it was heard.
STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP....
She kept this up until she heard groans out of irritation from the living room, then she did something that would make them really mad...she jumped up and down on the step she was on!
when she heard footsteps going towards the stairs to get her to stop, she quickly sprinted up the last 3 steps. When she was there she sighed. She was so pissed right now, and it was all Voldemorts fault!
'Damn that Voldemort! He ruins everything! It would've been fine if it were just Harry, Ron and I...well, actually i'm not sure that might work either..but him of all people with us!'
She decided to find which room was hers. 'Ummmm.....,' she thought, 'all the doors look the same.'
Hermione glanced to her right and saw 3 plain wooden doors with tags hanging from the handles. The first door had a white tag on it with a sloppy R written on it. 'Ron's.' She thought.
The next tag was gold with a sloppy H written on it. 'Harry's, though H could also mean Hermione...'
Though she continued to look at the next tag. It had a sloppy D written on it. 'His'
She groaned in frustration, then she looked to her left. There was a plain wooden door with a pink tag on the handle, and on the tag was a beautifly scripted H. She realized this must be her room. 'I don't think Harry favours the colour pink...probably my room.' She giggled at the thought of Harry walking into a room of solid pink, and watching a look pass his face that said "I'm in heaven"...she giggled again before remembering the situation at hand, then her happy face fell, and she was yet again gloomy.
She twisted the door handle and walked in, and what she saw made her gasp. The room was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She looked at the bed longingly. It was queen-sized('perfect'-she thought), with a light beige lacy-cotton blanket and pillows. Plus matching off-white satin sheets. Sitting on an oak bed frame, that led up to a beautiful light beige canopy cover.
'I would love this stuff if he werent here.' She thought as she sat down on the end of the soft bad and took off her shoes and socks. 'This would be so much easier if he had just become a Death Eater.'
She stood up and shivered. She stayed like that for a while savoring the feeling of the plush beige carpet beneath her feet. The she ran downstairs, without looking to see if anyone was there, grabbed her bags, and dashed back up the stairs to her room.
She set her bags down by the oak dresser and started unpacking her stuff.
After about 10 minutes later Hermione had finished unpacking. She just decided she would go to bed.
Hermione opened her bottom drawer and pulled out her Scarlet silk top, with gold straps and gold lining the top and bottom. The she searched for a bit -'where is it-where-damnit-i just put it-ahh! Here it is'- until she found her matching Scarlet pants with a gold drawstring and gold hemming on the sides and bottom.
"I love being a Gryffindor." She said aloud, proudly.
Hermione went over to her bed and lie down, recalling the shock that was today.
*Flashback(still Hermione's POV)*
Hermione recieved a letter around 5 p.m. at her flat in London. She gave the owl a knut and a bit of what she was eating and it set off again.
She opened the letter and it said:
Dear Miss Granger,
As you know, Lord Voldemort is slowly rising again, and as you and Mr. Weasley are close friends to Harry, You and Ron are targets as well. You, Mr.Weasley, and Mr.Potter will be going into hiding until we find Voldemort and deafeat him. By the way...there is something Mr.Potter has been neglecting to tell you and Mr.Wealsey about...Or should I say someone...
Headmaster,
Dumbledore
Hermione put the letter down. ' Harry's keeping secrets from us? I wonder what or who is is.'
About an hour later she apparated to a feild a mile away from Hogwarts, then she summoned a carrage, and traveled to hogwarts.
She went into the main entrance, but nobody was in the hall. She looked at her watch '6..of course! everyone's at dinner!'
Once she got to the great hall, (the doors were open) she walked in. When all the boys saw her they went silent. She stopped dead in her tracks, then she looked around. All the boys( and some girls) were staring at her, some drooling even. Some girls wacked the guys over the head for staring at another girl. All the lads had lustful looks on their faces. 'what?' She thought, 'i'm not that pretty.'
Hermione thought wrong. To herself she was plain old Hermione-work- aholic-Granger, but to everyone else, she was a goddess on legs. She didn't have bushy short hair anymore, she had straight, silky honey coloured hair, with natural highlights in it. She had a perfect hourglass figure, with long silky legs. Her face was perfect. Bright cinnimon eyes, light pink luscious lips, and a natural rose tint on her cheeks. Along with that, she had the personality that most guys try to blank out of their minds when they talk to her. She guessed they were intimidated by her. She shrugged.
She tried to act normal. She looked back to Dumbledore and shrugged again. Hermione started walking towards the headmaster, every male eye following her every move. She stopped before for him and he nodded. She nodded back. When he stood up quickly, some kids jumped. He then led Hermione out of the great hall. All of those male (and some female) eyes very dissapointed when they saw a swoosh of a beige skirt, long silk legs, then a Mahogany door in their face.
When Dumbledore led her into his office, Ron and Harry looked up.What they saw made a blush creep to their cheeks, and Harry gasp whil Ron fell out of his chair. He got back up with the same force, and tried to act as if nothing happened. Not trying very hard, while Harry seemed content staring at the floor..and pull his robes tight around himself. Ron followed suit as he realized why Harry did that. 'Strange.' Thought Hermione.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and smiled.
They all turned to look at him.
"Mr.Malfoy," said Dumbledore "You may come out now."
A figure stepped out of the shadow and Hermione gasped as Ron scowled.
Draco smirked as he looked Hermione up and down. "Now that Granger has finally decided to join us, why don't we tell her that plan?"
Hermione looked at all the Men(A/N:yes Men, there 18..not including Dumbledore, of course) in te room, baffled "Plan?"
Dumbledore cleared his throat (once again) before saying "About keeping you all safe from Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy."
They all looked at Draco who simply shrugged and kept his eyes on Dumbledore.
"You see," Dumbledore continued, "young Mr.Malfoy has realized the error of his fathers ways, and has told he wants to be no part in Voldemorts plan."
Hermione was shocked, Ron still looked pissed as hell, Harry Looked calm and alert, as Draco Merely shrugged again.
'He's actually kind of cute when he shrugs like that.' She thought dreamily. 'Wait! What the hell did I just think?!?!'
"Now you must all go into hiding from Voldemort(Ron kept flinching at his name, ok?) and Lucius, in a house you will all share."
Hermione went into a state of panic rather than shock. How can she live with Malfoy till..till..till...ughh!! till whenever. She was so Panic Stricken she could barely speak, you could practically hear Ron gritting his teeth, as Harry and Draco shrugged again(A/N: what's with all the shrugging?!..lolz).
'Harry looks cute shrugging like that too...Ron only looks mad like that whenever Draco keeps glancing at me...maybe Ron likes me?-nah- we're best friends..Harry and I too...they don't like me..neither does Malfoy. He's just trying to make me mad.'
"You lot will all go to that feild in which Ms.Granger had just came from, and then you will use a portkey to get to your new house and get settled," Dumbledore said, "No fighting! There is a carrage outside the school, owl soon, and tell me if anything goes wrong at your house. Good Bye."
*End Flashback*
Hermione groaned out of frustration and tiredness and went into a deep dreamless sleep.
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A/N:...Yeah..It's really boring..but there will be a reason its rated "R"...this chappie was just explaining stuff to you about the plot..the story'll start moving along the next chapter. I've got some ideas but I need more...Please review, and please help me with a couple ideas for some ides suggestions to make the story just the way u want it, but still keep its mystery..heehee...
Cheers,
Princess_Anastaja
**Hermione**
An 18-year-old Hermione sauntered up the stairs to her to new home, making sure each time her foot went to the next step, it was heard.
STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP....
She kept this up until she heard groans out of irritation from the living room, then she did something that would make them really mad...she jumped up and down on the step she was on!
when she heard footsteps going towards the stairs to get her to stop, she quickly sprinted up the last 3 steps. When she was there she sighed. She was so pissed right now, and it was all Voldemorts fault!
'Damn that Voldemort! He ruins everything! It would've been fine if it were just Harry, Ron and I...well, actually i'm not sure that might work either..but him of all people with us!'
She decided to find which room was hers. 'Ummmm.....,' she thought, 'all the doors look the same.'
Hermione glanced to her right and saw 3 plain wooden doors with tags hanging from the handles. The first door had a white tag on it with a sloppy R written on it. 'Ron's.' She thought.
The next tag was gold with a sloppy H written on it. 'Harry's, though H could also mean Hermione...'
Though she continued to look at the next tag. It had a sloppy D written on it. 'His'
She groaned in frustration, then she looked to her left. There was a plain wooden door with a pink tag on the handle, and on the tag was a beautifly scripted H. She realized this must be her room. 'I don't think Harry favours the colour pink...probably my room.' She giggled at the thought of Harry walking into a room of solid pink, and watching a look pass his face that said "I'm in heaven"...she giggled again before remembering the situation at hand, then her happy face fell, and she was yet again gloomy.
She twisted the door handle and walked in, and what she saw made her gasp. The room was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She looked at the bed longingly. It was queen-sized('perfect'-she thought), with a light beige lacy-cotton blanket and pillows. Plus matching off-white satin sheets. Sitting on an oak bed frame, that led up to a beautiful light beige canopy cover.
'I would love this stuff if he werent here.' She thought as she sat down on the end of the soft bad and took off her shoes and socks. 'This would be so much easier if he had just become a Death Eater.'
She stood up and shivered. She stayed like that for a while savoring the feeling of the plush beige carpet beneath her feet. The she ran downstairs, without looking to see if anyone was there, grabbed her bags, and dashed back up the stairs to her room.
She set her bags down by the oak dresser and started unpacking her stuff.
After about 10 minutes later Hermione had finished unpacking. She just decided she would go to bed.
Hermione opened her bottom drawer and pulled out her Scarlet silk top, with gold straps and gold lining the top and bottom. The she searched for a bit -'where is it-where-damnit-i just put it-ahh! Here it is'- until she found her matching Scarlet pants with a gold drawstring and gold hemming on the sides and bottom.
"I love being a Gryffindor." She said aloud, proudly.
Hermione went over to her bed and lie down, recalling the shock that was today.
*Flashback(still Hermione's POV)*
Hermione recieved a letter around 5 p.m. at her flat in London. She gave the owl a knut and a bit of what she was eating and it set off again.
She opened the letter and it said:
Dear Miss Granger,
As you know, Lord Voldemort is slowly rising again, and as you and Mr. Weasley are close friends to Harry, You and Ron are targets as well. You, Mr.Weasley, and Mr.Potter will be going into hiding until we find Voldemort and deafeat him. By the way...there is something Mr.Potter has been neglecting to tell you and Mr.Wealsey about...Or should I say someone...
Headmaster,
Dumbledore
Hermione put the letter down. ' Harry's keeping secrets from us? I wonder what or who is is.'
About an hour later she apparated to a feild a mile away from Hogwarts, then she summoned a carrage, and traveled to hogwarts.
She went into the main entrance, but nobody was in the hall. She looked at her watch '6..of course! everyone's at dinner!'
Once she got to the great hall, (the doors were open) she walked in. When all the boys saw her they went silent. She stopped dead in her tracks, then she looked around. All the boys( and some girls) were staring at her, some drooling even. Some girls wacked the guys over the head for staring at another girl. All the lads had lustful looks on their faces. 'what?' She thought, 'i'm not that pretty.'
Hermione thought wrong. To herself she was plain old Hermione-work- aholic-Granger, but to everyone else, she was a goddess on legs. She didn't have bushy short hair anymore, she had straight, silky honey coloured hair, with natural highlights in it. She had a perfect hourglass figure, with long silky legs. Her face was perfect. Bright cinnimon eyes, light pink luscious lips, and a natural rose tint on her cheeks. Along with that, she had the personality that most guys try to blank out of their minds when they talk to her. She guessed they were intimidated by her. She shrugged.
She tried to act normal. She looked back to Dumbledore and shrugged again. Hermione started walking towards the headmaster, every male eye following her every move. She stopped before for him and he nodded. She nodded back. When he stood up quickly, some kids jumped. He then led Hermione out of the great hall. All of those male (and some female) eyes very dissapointed when they saw a swoosh of a beige skirt, long silk legs, then a Mahogany door in their face.
When Dumbledore led her into his office, Ron and Harry looked up.What they saw made a blush creep to their cheeks, and Harry gasp whil Ron fell out of his chair. He got back up with the same force, and tried to act as if nothing happened. Not trying very hard, while Harry seemed content staring at the floor..and pull his robes tight around himself. Ron followed suit as he realized why Harry did that. 'Strange.' Thought Hermione.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and smiled.
They all turned to look at him.
"Mr.Malfoy," said Dumbledore "You may come out now."
A figure stepped out of the shadow and Hermione gasped as Ron scowled.
Draco smirked as he looked Hermione up and down. "Now that Granger has finally decided to join us, why don't we tell her that plan?"
Hermione looked at all the Men(A/N:yes Men, there 18..not including Dumbledore, of course) in te room, baffled "Plan?"
Dumbledore cleared his throat (once again) before saying "About keeping you all safe from Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy."
They all looked at Draco who simply shrugged and kept his eyes on Dumbledore.
"You see," Dumbledore continued, "young Mr.Malfoy has realized the error of his fathers ways, and has told he wants to be no part in Voldemorts plan."
Hermione was shocked, Ron still looked pissed as hell, Harry Looked calm and alert, as Draco Merely shrugged again.
'He's actually kind of cute when he shrugs like that.' She thought dreamily. 'Wait! What the hell did I just think?!?!'
"Now you must all go into hiding from Voldemort(Ron kept flinching at his name, ok?) and Lucius, in a house you will all share."
Hermione went into a state of panic rather than shock. How can she live with Malfoy till..till..till...ughh!! till whenever. She was so Panic Stricken she could barely speak, you could practically hear Ron gritting his teeth, as Harry and Draco shrugged again(A/N: what's with all the shrugging?!..lolz).
'Harry looks cute shrugging like that too...Ron only looks mad like that whenever Draco keeps glancing at me...maybe Ron likes me?-nah- we're best friends..Harry and I too...they don't like me..neither does Malfoy. He's just trying to make me mad.'
"You lot will all go to that feild in which Ms.Granger had just came from, and then you will use a portkey to get to your new house and get settled," Dumbledore said, "No fighting! There is a carrage outside the school, owl soon, and tell me if anything goes wrong at your house. Good Bye."
*End Flashback*
Hermione groaned out of frustration and tiredness and went into a deep dreamless sleep.
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A/N:...Yeah..It's really boring..but there will be a reason its rated "R"...this chappie was just explaining stuff to you about the plot..the story'll start moving along the next chapter. I've got some ideas but I need more...Please review, and please help me with a couple ideas for some ides suggestions to make the story just the way u want it, but still keep its mystery..heehee...
Cheers,
Princess_Anastaja