A/N: Sorry, sorry. I did get my 10 reviews as asked. I had a bit of
writer's block, that's why it's out a couple of days later than expected.
Oh, this time, it's 12 reviews, so get cracking! Oh, it's a filler chapter
–no use lying to you.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters; they all belong to J.K. Rowling and her brilliant mind.
ON WITH THE STORY!
"Alright! Everyone inside, now!" Hermione commanded to the group of "intruders".
"Now, first of all, I want to say that I am really sorry for not contacting you all the minute I got here, and that is – what George?" said Hermione, a little exasperated because of the interruption.
"Mentioning 'getting' here, how did you get here? You didn't come here willingly did you?" he asked, a tad disgruntled.
"Well, not exactly. Malfoy kidnapped me and brought me here. This is the third day I've been here right?"
"Correct." Harry said, his voice rather cold and unfeeling. Everyone was looking at Hermione with an air of distrust and incredulity, except for him. It was completely unfair that she never said she was sorry to them, personally.
The second that Ginny told Ron and Harry that Hermione was missing, Ron panicked, but Harry sat down and started thinking about how they were going to get her back. Ginny and Harry decided it best not to tell Molly and Arthur until they absolutely had to. Fred and George, though, on the other hand, did get involved.
Ginny and Harry both devoured all of their spell books to try and find any magical means to locate Hermione. After 19 hours of no sleep and no food, the two finally found a spell that would locate her; George, Fred, and Ron were dead set on performing the spell that day.
Two failed attempts later, they finally got the incantation correct, and Hermione's location appeared on the old, yellowing map before them.
The five friends immediately made plans to go and rescue Hermione. They told Mrs. And Mr. Weasley that the "six" of them were going to camp outside to "observe the stars". What they really were going to do was wait until twilight and fly over to New York. Harry and Ron were going to fly on his Firebolt, which was by far the fastest broom there. Fred was going solo; George and Ginny were on the last broom. Before they left, Harry attached the directional compass to his broom that Hermione gave him several years back. (A/N – not sure of exact year, so never mind it).
They easily made it to the States within three hours. It took a little longer than expected, because of a little snag, but all chaos was resolved in the end.
Which brought him back to the present.
"So, brilliant, perfect, Hermione can't use her brain in a logical, possibly dangerous situation to contact us?" sneered Fred.
"Excuse me, Weasley. This happens to be my home and I don't like that tone of yours being directed at Hermione like that. I will take the blame for not allowing her to contact you. Oh, and I would like to know how you five got around the Anti-Muggle Security Charms cast around the house?" said Malfoy.
"Draco, are you forgetting who you are talking to? Fred and George happened to be two years ahead of you when they were still in school, and Harry and Ginny are the best witch and wizard in their year." Hermione told Draco with the tone of annoyance, as if it was obvious to anyone.
"Well, yes, of course." Draco said, looking quite taken aback for a moment, before regaining his composure.
"Hermione, we need to get you out of here before we, including you, are busted for being gone without permission. We only have about," Harry consulted his new watch, "four hours to get back to the Burrow. It will be a close call but I think we can make it."
"Well, I don't suppose I have much choice." 'Mione said, defeated. "But I am going to talk to Draco before I leave."
"Fine, but hurry up."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters; they all belong to J.K. Rowling and her brilliant mind.
ON WITH THE STORY!
"Alright! Everyone inside, now!" Hermione commanded to the group of "intruders".
"Now, first of all, I want to say that I am really sorry for not contacting you all the minute I got here, and that is – what George?" said Hermione, a little exasperated because of the interruption.
"Mentioning 'getting' here, how did you get here? You didn't come here willingly did you?" he asked, a tad disgruntled.
"Well, not exactly. Malfoy kidnapped me and brought me here. This is the third day I've been here right?"
"Correct." Harry said, his voice rather cold and unfeeling. Everyone was looking at Hermione with an air of distrust and incredulity, except for him. It was completely unfair that she never said she was sorry to them, personally.
The second that Ginny told Ron and Harry that Hermione was missing, Ron panicked, but Harry sat down and started thinking about how they were going to get her back. Ginny and Harry decided it best not to tell Molly and Arthur until they absolutely had to. Fred and George, though, on the other hand, did get involved.
Ginny and Harry both devoured all of their spell books to try and find any magical means to locate Hermione. After 19 hours of no sleep and no food, the two finally found a spell that would locate her; George, Fred, and Ron were dead set on performing the spell that day.
Two failed attempts later, they finally got the incantation correct, and Hermione's location appeared on the old, yellowing map before them.
The five friends immediately made plans to go and rescue Hermione. They told Mrs. And Mr. Weasley that the "six" of them were going to camp outside to "observe the stars". What they really were going to do was wait until twilight and fly over to New York. Harry and Ron were going to fly on his Firebolt, which was by far the fastest broom there. Fred was going solo; George and Ginny were on the last broom. Before they left, Harry attached the directional compass to his broom that Hermione gave him several years back. (A/N – not sure of exact year, so never mind it).
They easily made it to the States within three hours. It took a little longer than expected, because of a little snag, but all chaos was resolved in the end.
Which brought him back to the present.
"So, brilliant, perfect, Hermione can't use her brain in a logical, possibly dangerous situation to contact us?" sneered Fred.
"Excuse me, Weasley. This happens to be my home and I don't like that tone of yours being directed at Hermione like that. I will take the blame for not allowing her to contact you. Oh, and I would like to know how you five got around the Anti-Muggle Security Charms cast around the house?" said Malfoy.
"Draco, are you forgetting who you are talking to? Fred and George happened to be two years ahead of you when they were still in school, and Harry and Ginny are the best witch and wizard in their year." Hermione told Draco with the tone of annoyance, as if it was obvious to anyone.
"Well, yes, of course." Draco said, looking quite taken aback for a moment, before regaining his composure.
"Hermione, we need to get you out of here before we, including you, are busted for being gone without permission. We only have about," Harry consulted his new watch, "four hours to get back to the Burrow. It will be a close call but I think we can make it."
"Well, I don't suppose I have much choice." 'Mione said, defeated. "But I am going to talk to Draco before I leave."
"Fine, but hurry up."