A/N: Welcome people to the next exciting installment of Mione's Summer!
Sorry for not updating in ages but I've been kind of busy with exam results
and all. Thanks to all the people who reviewed, you all said such nice
things!! I know everyone can probably guess who the dude in the cinema was,
but I'm still not saying because it was supposed to be a surprise. I'm glad
you guys liked my 'unusual' writing style, even though I sometimes go
overboard on the descriptive stuff (that's the stuff I like writing best!)
Thanks for all the ideas of what to do later on, I'm incorporating some of
them into my plot! Lastly a quick note about Simran for whatica: I just
thought it was a really nice name, so I just named her that, I was going to
have a boy, but I liked Simran better. And also since its an Indian name,
she might as well be Indian! But I'm glad everyone likes her, usually
people don't really like new characters. Thanks a million to everyone who
reviewed and anyone reading who didn't please drop me a line on what you
think about the story.
Anyway, back to our Hermione
10th August
Days left until school: 22
No of books read: 14
No of owls received in total: 5
OK. Phew. I'm calm. Of course I'm calm! Why the hell would I not be calm??? OK OK I'm sorry! As you can see, I'm not exactly calm right now. (DUH!) See the thing is, I'll have to write this all down, then maybe I'll feel better. OK, I'm composed, I'll be fine.
So, I went to meet Simmy again today. Today we started at lunch since I thoroughly overslept, and Simmy was left simmering outside for about an hour! In my usual attire I stepped outside, pleasantly surprised by the coolness, apparently it was hotter inside my house than outside. Anyway, whilst Simmy growled at me when we were walking along the pavement to the village, my stomach was too, so we decided to go to the little café that we went to yesterday.
We spent a good hour lazing about there, leisurely eating and drinking and somehow managing to be constantly yapping at the same time! Quite quickly the subject changed to the movie from yesterday and of course Simmy found it appropriate to give a lengthy and eloquent speech as praise for Mr. Tom Cruise for his amazing performance (but mostly physique) which was probably my punishment for being late as she knows I think that most actors are airheads. Anyway after a good ten minutes of her ranting and my very mature 'stuffing fingers in ears and la la la-ing' treatment, she finally stopped and the sudden silence quickly reminded me of the eeriness of the mysterious man at the cinema. I started telling her, and found it quite therapeutic just letting it all go, and sharing the weirdness with her. Actually it was also quite entertaining hearing her 'ooh' ing and 'aah' ing at the right moments; in fact she could have passed for an audience in a magic show being paid for applauding and gasping at the right volume!
"He'd really made an impression on you, either you know him from somewhere or someone just found out that they were wrong about love at first sight!" This remark caught me totally off balance, I mean can you imagine?
"I don't know anyone here because I spend almost all year at boarding school and plus, I would recognize him if I knew him anyway. And well as for the other rather 'interesting' remark, please note that---"
"Say what you want Mione but I know that when someone looks into another person's eyes deeply enough to notice thinner than thread blue streaks, there has got to be something going on. Trust me I've seen enough Bollywood films to know!"
"But that was all I could see! I'm told that I'm naturally observant and whoever said Bollywood films were credible for that sort of---"
"Whatever you say doesn't change the truth. I don't blame you for sleeping in and dreaming on!"
"Ahh, shut up!"
"Very good argument indeed!"
You get the idea. The most annoying thing is she would not let it go! She is so very like a mule it is actually quite disturbing! Well anyhow, after I had finally managed to get talking about the latest episode of Smallville (sad I know but daytime TV is a must in summer holidays), we were slurping on some delicious home made ice cream, although I personally thought it was ready made but it gave an excuse to overprice it!. IT was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was tapping gently on our bare necks and treated all the objects under it with a soft golden sheen. People, grass, cars moved lazily about, mellow and laid back. But then-
"Look there! It's your eye guy!" Simmy's arm outstretched pointed towards a black clad figure just whipping out of my vision, with his ghost like blond hair flying swiftly behind, catching the sun to give me temporary blindness with its unearthly shine.
Thud. Thud. Thud. I can hear the blood rushing through my arteries; it is rushing towards my face, warming it, making it glower. There is only one person who I have ever seen that has that colour hair. That ethereal ghostly blond. What the hell was Malfoy doing here?? OK, back up, just because I know only one person with premature white hair doesn't mean it has to be him. What makes me think it was him? After all if it was cinema man, then I didn't recognize his voice or eyes, but then again I never had paid attention to Malfoy properly so how would I know how he sounds? I always assumed he had a cowardly squeaky voice, weasel like and disgusting just to suit his personality. I knew his eyes were grey, but they always held that smirking mockery or smoldering anger which definitely wasn't there in the cinema man. So why do I think of Malfoy? I don't know. Paranoia is getting to me. I'm expecting something to happen so much that I'm making myself believe that it is? Don't ask me, I'm no psychologist!
Just do me a favour and let's keep this between us. We don't want to spoil poor Harry and Ron's summer now do we, and I don't want to spoil mine by them sending me owls every two minutes as their way of checking up on me!
Anyway, I feel tonnes better now, I'm sure it was nothing.
A/N: Another chapter written for your perusal. But only of course if you review!!
Anyway, back to our Hermione
10th August
Days left until school: 22
No of books read: 14
No of owls received in total: 5
OK. Phew. I'm calm. Of course I'm calm! Why the hell would I not be calm??? OK OK I'm sorry! As you can see, I'm not exactly calm right now. (DUH!) See the thing is, I'll have to write this all down, then maybe I'll feel better. OK, I'm composed, I'll be fine.
So, I went to meet Simmy again today. Today we started at lunch since I thoroughly overslept, and Simmy was left simmering outside for about an hour! In my usual attire I stepped outside, pleasantly surprised by the coolness, apparently it was hotter inside my house than outside. Anyway, whilst Simmy growled at me when we were walking along the pavement to the village, my stomach was too, so we decided to go to the little café that we went to yesterday.
We spent a good hour lazing about there, leisurely eating and drinking and somehow managing to be constantly yapping at the same time! Quite quickly the subject changed to the movie from yesterday and of course Simmy found it appropriate to give a lengthy and eloquent speech as praise for Mr. Tom Cruise for his amazing performance (but mostly physique) which was probably my punishment for being late as she knows I think that most actors are airheads. Anyway after a good ten minutes of her ranting and my very mature 'stuffing fingers in ears and la la la-ing' treatment, she finally stopped and the sudden silence quickly reminded me of the eeriness of the mysterious man at the cinema. I started telling her, and found it quite therapeutic just letting it all go, and sharing the weirdness with her. Actually it was also quite entertaining hearing her 'ooh' ing and 'aah' ing at the right moments; in fact she could have passed for an audience in a magic show being paid for applauding and gasping at the right volume!
"He'd really made an impression on you, either you know him from somewhere or someone just found out that they were wrong about love at first sight!" This remark caught me totally off balance, I mean can you imagine?
"I don't know anyone here because I spend almost all year at boarding school and plus, I would recognize him if I knew him anyway. And well as for the other rather 'interesting' remark, please note that---"
"Say what you want Mione but I know that when someone looks into another person's eyes deeply enough to notice thinner than thread blue streaks, there has got to be something going on. Trust me I've seen enough Bollywood films to know!"
"But that was all I could see! I'm told that I'm naturally observant and whoever said Bollywood films were credible for that sort of---"
"Whatever you say doesn't change the truth. I don't blame you for sleeping in and dreaming on!"
"Ahh, shut up!"
"Very good argument indeed!"
You get the idea. The most annoying thing is she would not let it go! She is so very like a mule it is actually quite disturbing! Well anyhow, after I had finally managed to get talking about the latest episode of Smallville (sad I know but daytime TV is a must in summer holidays), we were slurping on some delicious home made ice cream, although I personally thought it was ready made but it gave an excuse to overprice it!. IT was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was tapping gently on our bare necks and treated all the objects under it with a soft golden sheen. People, grass, cars moved lazily about, mellow and laid back. But then-
"Look there! It's your eye guy!" Simmy's arm outstretched pointed towards a black clad figure just whipping out of my vision, with his ghost like blond hair flying swiftly behind, catching the sun to give me temporary blindness with its unearthly shine.
Thud. Thud. Thud. I can hear the blood rushing through my arteries; it is rushing towards my face, warming it, making it glower. There is only one person who I have ever seen that has that colour hair. That ethereal ghostly blond. What the hell was Malfoy doing here?? OK, back up, just because I know only one person with premature white hair doesn't mean it has to be him. What makes me think it was him? After all if it was cinema man, then I didn't recognize his voice or eyes, but then again I never had paid attention to Malfoy properly so how would I know how he sounds? I always assumed he had a cowardly squeaky voice, weasel like and disgusting just to suit his personality. I knew his eyes were grey, but they always held that smirking mockery or smoldering anger which definitely wasn't there in the cinema man. So why do I think of Malfoy? I don't know. Paranoia is getting to me. I'm expecting something to happen so much that I'm making myself believe that it is? Don't ask me, I'm no psychologist!
Just do me a favour and let's keep this between us. We don't want to spoil poor Harry and Ron's summer now do we, and I don't want to spoil mine by them sending me owls every two minutes as their way of checking up on me!
Anyway, I feel tonnes better now, I'm sure it was nothing.
A/N: Another chapter written for your perusal. But only of course if you review!!