[A/N] sorry it's short. This is only the beginning!!! Yeah urm I don't own anything...please R&R
Je l'adore
Hermione vaguely resembled a cat as she stretched out on the parched grass. Her stonewashed denim jeans barely touched her hips anymore, this unfortunate heat wave had stolen her appetite to such an extent that her appearance was now drastically different. Her hair was beginning to flow into more tame, beautiful waves, and her skin was clearer than it had been in years. This is not to mention her already lean figure, which could now be described in no way other than skinny.
Anyway, on this particular afternoon she'd had enough of everything. The summer still stretched out for another eight weeks ahead of her. Four had passed and she was bored as hell. She was cursing herself constantly for choosing to purchase Crookshanks rather than an owl like the boys had. Well Ron shared pigwidgeon...but he still had use of an owl if he needed it. Here she was, stuck miles away from her friends, with no means of communication. A new look, and nobody to share it with. A new outlook on work and books, a new found boredom with studying, and nobody around to have fun with. This was bloody great. Fan-bloody-tastic. Unbearable heat and an unfortunate lack of friends to cheer her up.
Yawning and shielding her eyes from the sun, Hermione rolled lazily over in the water-deprived lawns of her five bedroom suburban house. Her parents were so obsessed with their work and each other that it seemed they had no time for Hermione. None what so ever. So with these factors working against her, was it any wonder that Hermione was feeling a little down on this scorching afternoon? No? Didn't think so.
What Hermione didn't know was that at this exact moment, some fifty miles away, a certain red headed twin was rolling around an equally parched lawn, in a very similar state. George was bored out of his mind. He had no idea how he'd gotten through the past six summers of this boredom, but he was sure he could take no more. Why had he suddenly lost all interest in his brothers, Harry and Ginny? Why were they not more entertaining?
Well, really George knew the answers. He knew exactly why he couldn't concentrate on any task set for him. He knew why he was so bored. He even knew why his siblings and Harry were so uninteresting to him recently. The answer? Hormones. George was, to put it bluntly, horny. He had been all summer. And he knew exactly who he'd be interested in at this moment in time. He could picture now the sweet pink curve of her face, the sparkling, dancing brown of her eyes...George knew that all he wanted right now was her...but how could he get her???
Simple. And with that thought, he picked himself up off the grass and marched purposefully into the house to find pigwidgeon.
Hermione jumped slightly as something very small, and fairly soft landed with a thud on her forehead.
"Pigwidgeon!" She excitedly shrieked. It was always always nice to receive a letter from Ron. Finally something exciting she thought. As she removed the letter from pigwidgeon's left leg, the bird twitched and squawked, unable to contain his excitement and pride at having delivered the letter to the right person. Hermione noticed something odd about Ron's handwriting which she couldn't quite place. It was scrawled across the parchment in the usual way, with the usual ink...but something just didn't seem right about it. Anyway, dismissing the thought Hermione scan-read the hurried looking message, smiling slightly the further she read.
"...Life here is so boring at the moment...would be wonderful if you could find a way of getting here...missing you like crazy...will see what mum and dad can do...see you as soon as I can...
love and hugs
Ron
Xxx"
'Love and Hugs, Ron'? She thought...now that was suspicious. Ron rarely even signed letters anymore...Hey what do you care she thought at least he wrote to you, at least he wants to see you, at least you're not the only one who is bored'
And with that, Hermione gave a contented smile and strolled into the house to write a response.
Ron was munching happily on his cereal when Pigwidgeon swooped loudly into the room, hooting triumphantly. What the? Ron thought he'd left Pig in his cage...so what was he doing here? And with a letter...addressed to him? That's odd he thought as he acknowledged Hermione's tidy print on the small roll of parchment How did Hermione get MY owl?
"Hi Ron!
I was so glad to hear from you! I hope you are ok, and the others are all doing fine. You know that I'd be SO happy if you could get me away from this place, don't you? That'd be SO amazing...ask Fred & George if they can think of any way to 'rescue me' I hope you're not going too crazy...I did note the way you signed that letter! Haha! Anyway...please come soon!
Hermione xXx"
What is she on? He thought...I never wrote to her! I think that girl has finally cracked!
At that moment George strolled into the room, and then, with a panic stricken look dashed out again. He hadn't considered the fact that she might reply!!
Je l'adore
Hermione vaguely resembled a cat as she stretched out on the parched grass. Her stonewashed denim jeans barely touched her hips anymore, this unfortunate heat wave had stolen her appetite to such an extent that her appearance was now drastically different. Her hair was beginning to flow into more tame, beautiful waves, and her skin was clearer than it had been in years. This is not to mention her already lean figure, which could now be described in no way other than skinny.
Anyway, on this particular afternoon she'd had enough of everything. The summer still stretched out for another eight weeks ahead of her. Four had passed and she was bored as hell. She was cursing herself constantly for choosing to purchase Crookshanks rather than an owl like the boys had. Well Ron shared pigwidgeon...but he still had use of an owl if he needed it. Here she was, stuck miles away from her friends, with no means of communication. A new look, and nobody to share it with. A new outlook on work and books, a new found boredom with studying, and nobody around to have fun with. This was bloody great. Fan-bloody-tastic. Unbearable heat and an unfortunate lack of friends to cheer her up.
Yawning and shielding her eyes from the sun, Hermione rolled lazily over in the water-deprived lawns of her five bedroom suburban house. Her parents were so obsessed with their work and each other that it seemed they had no time for Hermione. None what so ever. So with these factors working against her, was it any wonder that Hermione was feeling a little down on this scorching afternoon? No? Didn't think so.
What Hermione didn't know was that at this exact moment, some fifty miles away, a certain red headed twin was rolling around an equally parched lawn, in a very similar state. George was bored out of his mind. He had no idea how he'd gotten through the past six summers of this boredom, but he was sure he could take no more. Why had he suddenly lost all interest in his brothers, Harry and Ginny? Why were they not more entertaining?
Well, really George knew the answers. He knew exactly why he couldn't concentrate on any task set for him. He knew why he was so bored. He even knew why his siblings and Harry were so uninteresting to him recently. The answer? Hormones. George was, to put it bluntly, horny. He had been all summer. And he knew exactly who he'd be interested in at this moment in time. He could picture now the sweet pink curve of her face, the sparkling, dancing brown of her eyes...George knew that all he wanted right now was her...but how could he get her???
Simple. And with that thought, he picked himself up off the grass and marched purposefully into the house to find pigwidgeon.
Hermione jumped slightly as something very small, and fairly soft landed with a thud on her forehead.
"Pigwidgeon!" She excitedly shrieked. It was always always nice to receive a letter from Ron. Finally something exciting she thought. As she removed the letter from pigwidgeon's left leg, the bird twitched and squawked, unable to contain his excitement and pride at having delivered the letter to the right person. Hermione noticed something odd about Ron's handwriting which she couldn't quite place. It was scrawled across the parchment in the usual way, with the usual ink...but something just didn't seem right about it. Anyway, dismissing the thought Hermione scan-read the hurried looking message, smiling slightly the further she read.
"...Life here is so boring at the moment...would be wonderful if you could find a way of getting here...missing you like crazy...will see what mum and dad can do...see you as soon as I can...
love and hugs
Ron
Xxx"
'Love and Hugs, Ron'? She thought...now that was suspicious. Ron rarely even signed letters anymore...Hey what do you care she thought at least he wrote to you, at least he wants to see you, at least you're not the only one who is bored'
And with that, Hermione gave a contented smile and strolled into the house to write a response.
Ron was munching happily on his cereal when Pigwidgeon swooped loudly into the room, hooting triumphantly. What the? Ron thought he'd left Pig in his cage...so what was he doing here? And with a letter...addressed to him? That's odd he thought as he acknowledged Hermione's tidy print on the small roll of parchment How did Hermione get MY owl?
"Hi Ron!
I was so glad to hear from you! I hope you are ok, and the others are all doing fine. You know that I'd be SO happy if you could get me away from this place, don't you? That'd be SO amazing...ask Fred & George if they can think of any way to 'rescue me' I hope you're not going too crazy...I did note the way you signed that letter! Haha! Anyway...please come soon!
Hermione xXx"
What is she on? He thought...I never wrote to her! I think that girl has finally cracked!
At that moment George strolled into the room, and then, with a panic stricken look dashed out again. He hadn't considered the fact that she might reply!!