A/N: This is the second chapter of my 1st fic. Read and review. Be sure to
check out the first chapter as to avoid getting lost.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.
Hermione peered down from her second story window at her red headed friend, who had just stopped behind her house in a purple, double decker bus. "Are you coming or what!" exclaimed Ron. Hermione knew that Ron was bound to make this trip...interesting to say the least, but, under the circumstances that only she knew about, she decided to take her chances. "Give me a minute" she whispered. With that she grabbed the twenty pairs of old socks she had tied together to make a rope, tied one end to a leg on her bed, and threw the other side out of the window. She them grabbed her HUGE suitcase, which was as big as she was (and three times as heavy) and chucked it down to Ron, not really thinking that it would kill him if he hadn't jumped out of the way. "Are you bloody crazy!!!" he yelled, just as Hermione started to climb down from the window. Perhaps she should have told him about her situation, maybe them he wouldn't have screamed loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood. She climbed down as fast as she could. Reaching halfway, she jumped, Ron just barely catching her. Before he could ask her what was up, she darted towards the bus, leaving Ron to drag her mammoth sized suitcase behind her. Once he finally got inside of the vehicle, he let the luggage fall to the floor with a loud thud. "You're in a bit of a rush, aren't..." Before he could finish, Hermione screamed at him to get the bus moving. Ron hardly understood what her problem was, but when he saw a fat, balding man running towards the bus like a rabid dog in his boxers, he took no time to think and, with his wand in his hand, shouted off an incantation to get the bus shooting off top speed, sending the two flying to the back of the vehicle. Ron fell on his back, with Hermione landing square on his chest, knocking the wind out of him and then some. Hermione, sitting upright on Ron, quickly stood up when she saw the look of pure rage on his face. "Sorry". "Is this fast enough for you!" Ron said sarcastically, just as the bus made a sharp right turn onto the main road, zipping through traffic left and right, sending the two sliding all over the place. "Slow this thing down" exclaimed Hermione, who had finally grabbed hold of a seat. Ron stood up, albeit with a lot of effort as the bus continued to dart through the streets, and started to look around frantically. "What are you waiting for..." the girl yelled, "SLOW THIS BLOODY THING DOWN!!!!" "I would but there's one problem." "What?" "I can't find my wand!" Just then the bus quickly changed lanes to avoid hitting a truck, sending Ron flying over Hermione's head, face first into a window. Ron held his nose in pain, when Hermione noticed the wand rolling around under one of the seats. She quickly dove for it, and threw it back to Ron, shouting off another spell to finally slow the bus down, but not soon enough to stop it from going under a low bridge, ripping the top off.
As the bus slowed to a normal driving speed, the two breathed a sigh
of relief. They both took a seat down next to each other, Hermione
staring blankly at her friend. Ron quickly noticed.
"That wasn't too bad now was it?"
He spoke too soon. Just then rain fell on the two, with no top to the
bus to shield them. Hermione, having never broken the stare, summed up
her mood quite effectively.
"I hate you."
Next chapter: Hermione has some explaining to do onboard the Hogwarts express.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.
Hermione peered down from her second story window at her red headed friend, who had just stopped behind her house in a purple, double decker bus. "Are you coming or what!" exclaimed Ron. Hermione knew that Ron was bound to make this trip...interesting to say the least, but, under the circumstances that only she knew about, she decided to take her chances. "Give me a minute" she whispered. With that she grabbed the twenty pairs of old socks she had tied together to make a rope, tied one end to a leg on her bed, and threw the other side out of the window. She them grabbed her HUGE suitcase, which was as big as she was (and three times as heavy) and chucked it down to Ron, not really thinking that it would kill him if he hadn't jumped out of the way. "Are you bloody crazy!!!" he yelled, just as Hermione started to climb down from the window. Perhaps she should have told him about her situation, maybe them he wouldn't have screamed loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood. She climbed down as fast as she could. Reaching halfway, she jumped, Ron just barely catching her. Before he could ask her what was up, she darted towards the bus, leaving Ron to drag her mammoth sized suitcase behind her. Once he finally got inside of the vehicle, he let the luggage fall to the floor with a loud thud. "You're in a bit of a rush, aren't..." Before he could finish, Hermione screamed at him to get the bus moving. Ron hardly understood what her problem was, but when he saw a fat, balding man running towards the bus like a rabid dog in his boxers, he took no time to think and, with his wand in his hand, shouted off an incantation to get the bus shooting off top speed, sending the two flying to the back of the vehicle. Ron fell on his back, with Hermione landing square on his chest, knocking the wind out of him and then some. Hermione, sitting upright on Ron, quickly stood up when she saw the look of pure rage on his face. "Sorry". "Is this fast enough for you!" Ron said sarcastically, just as the bus made a sharp right turn onto the main road, zipping through traffic left and right, sending the two sliding all over the place. "Slow this thing down" exclaimed Hermione, who had finally grabbed hold of a seat. Ron stood up, albeit with a lot of effort as the bus continued to dart through the streets, and started to look around frantically. "What are you waiting for..." the girl yelled, "SLOW THIS BLOODY THING DOWN!!!!" "I would but there's one problem." "What?" "I can't find my wand!" Just then the bus quickly changed lanes to avoid hitting a truck, sending Ron flying over Hermione's head, face first into a window. Ron held his nose in pain, when Hermione noticed the wand rolling around under one of the seats. She quickly dove for it, and threw it back to Ron, shouting off another spell to finally slow the bus down, but not soon enough to stop it from going under a low bridge, ripping the top off.
As the bus slowed to a normal driving speed, the two breathed a sigh
of relief. They both took a seat down next to each other, Hermione
staring blankly at her friend. Ron quickly noticed.
"That wasn't too bad now was it?"
He spoke too soon. Just then rain fell on the two, with no top to the
bus to shield them. Hermione, having never broken the stare, summed up
her mood quite effectively.
"I hate you."
Next chapter: Hermione has some explaining to do onboard the Hogwarts express.