A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews... My stupid computer isn't working
properly so I can't go on the Internet at the moment... Stupid mother...
She did this so I couldn't go on the Internet while she went to base
ball... I hate to burst her bubble, but I didn't want to go on the
Internet... I want to write my three stories I'm working on... She would
have had more success if she took the keyboard... But alas I didn't even go
on the computer until now so her efforts were not necessary...
My beta reader now knows of my new story... And has helped me come up with
some ideas for possible pranks... I will give her credit... GO MAGE
KITTY!!!! But this fic also inspired her to write a fic, not similar in any
way, but inspired none the less... I am rambling... sorry on with the
Disclaimed...
Disclaimer: I have failed to realize until now my story does not have a disclaimer... Well, all the characters are owned by J.K. Rowling... I do own some up coming characters, trust me I will not let you go until you know that I own them... My muse (which I have yet to name, who is a punk, that is in love with nu metal type music), is to blame when the story has no plot.... And my dearly beloved beta reader has helped me come up with some of the pranks, that I have no doubt in my mind are indeed 'different'... Enough said on with the story...
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Chapter Two: A Plain Trip
"I am NOT going to spend the summer holidays, with my vapid cousin's!!! I want to spend my vacation with friends people I ACTUALLY enjoy being around!!! I promised Harry and Ron that we would hang out this summer. I will not be shipped off to another country to keep up family appearances!!! This is utterly the worse thing that could possibly happen, why me? Why do I have to go? Why can't you guy's just say I have SARS (Severe Acute Repertory Syndrom, it is a illness which impairs your breathing...), or something?" Hermione argued.
"Because I will not lie, you are going and that's final," Mr. Granger enforced.
"Noooooo!" Hermione whaled rather immature for her age, and intelligence. "Please you can't be serious! I never get to see Ron and Harry over the holidays, just this once! After this we will never get another chance!"
Mrs. Granger being a little softer formed a plan to get her daughter to go, willingly, and allow her to spend time with her school mates. "What if Harry and Ron were to join you, would it not be so bad?"
"And risk them being tortured by my half wit cousin's? No way!" Hermione argued a losing battle.
"Fine then you can go alone if you like, it's not me problem," Mr. Granger dismissed his wife's attempts to get his daughter to go.
Hermione contemplated the out come of the summer: 1) She could go alone, and miss out on all the fun her to best friends have without her during the holidays, hang around her dense cousin's who's life purpose is to make her life miserable, wallow in self pitty, and make her parents happy. 2) Take her friends with her, maybe even get back at her cousin's, enjoy her friends company, and possibly still make her parents happy by going. "How long would we have to stay in Canada?"
"Till summer ends," Mrs. Granger informed her.
Hermione groaned. "Do we have to talk to associate with them at any point in time?"
"Naturally," Mrs. Granger stated more or less amused.
"You can't go because?"
"We have to work," this time it was Mr. Granger, it seemed as though he was growing very agitated as each second passed.
"When are we leaving?"
"In two days," Mrs. Granger resumed answering her daughters questions.
Hermione groaned again. "And I have to go why?"
"Because you were invited, and you haven't seen them in three years!" Mr. Granger was on the verge of yelling.
"Well it's not like they made any particular effort to come and see me," Hermione mumbled.
"I suggest you go pack, and owl your friends about going," Mrs. Granger stopped the argument before it got the chance to heat up. "And if their parents have any questions they can ask me," and then she quickly added. "If they can't go, your on your own. So don't even try to convince me that you shouldn't have to go, because you don't have any one there to hang out with."
Hermione sighed, her mother new her all to well... She owled both Harry and Ron, that night using her knew owl that her parents had bought her when she made prefect at the beginning of that year. She told them that she was going to go to Canada and visit her relatives for the entire summer holidays, and that she would be most aggrieved if they did not join her.
Early the next morning her owl arrived caring two letters. The first one read:
'Hey Hermione,
Sorry, but I'm going to visit Charlie for the first part of the summer holidays. I could join you later though, my mom says it would be alright. I've never been to Canada before? What's it like? Do they have any good Quidditch teams? What are your relatives like? How's the food over there? Do they make mustard and marshmallow sandwiches too? Tell Harry I say hi if you see him before I do... Your friend, Ron'
Hermione's heart sank as she read the first letter. Ron wouldn't be able to join her for the first part of the summer. She dwelled on the fact for the moment, before opening the second letter. She was now petrified that nether of them were going to be able to go with her. She opened the letter like it was a bomb waiting to go off, she was very gentle, even though it would not change the answer on the page.
'Dear Hermione,
My aunt and uncle...(A/N: I'm tired I'm going to bed, it's like 1:00 am... I'll finish this later...)... Are more then happy to get rid of me for the summer!!! They want to go to Paris this summer and were going to stick me with some cat fanatic that smells funny and lives down the street... Although they are still threatening that if I mis behave or turn anything into something then it's original form I will be killed by a blunt axe... See you later, Harry Potter'
Hermione exhaled, she just noticed that she was holding her breath. "He can go!" she jumped up and down, although her little celebration fell on death ears...
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Hermione met Harry at the air port. The two of them attracted a little attention with their caged owls. In fact Hermione's parents tried to purse way her not to take her owl, but she refused to give it up.
"Thank you again for coming with me Harry, you have no idea how boring this would have been without you," Hermione told him.
"I should be the one who is thanking you, if it weren't for your owl, I could be stuck with litter boxes and tuna right now," Harry smiled, obviously thinking of the sweet bird of freedom that he was about to board.
"Passport please," a mono tone voice, that sounded slightly feminine, snapped them both back to reality.
They both went through security, and boarded the plane. It was a very uneventful trip, so the only thing I will mention is the fact that, Harry found out the hard way he gets plane sick. Which was really funny to Hermione, because of the fact he was on the house Quidditch team. She stopped laughing when he spewed all over her shoe's when the bag he had broke.
When the plane did finally land at the Toronto Air Port, Hermione and Harry both spent a great deal of time in the washrooms. It amazed Harry how much he could through up, even though he hadn't eaten for two days do to anticipation. But know that he was there, he didn't really want anything to be exciting. All he wanted was a half decent toilet bowl, and some Gravoll.
Hermione finished cleaning her shoe's, and went to go find her aunt. She did love her aunt and uncle she just really deplored her cousin's. Her aunt Belle was her mother's sister, she worked as a interior decorator. Her uncle Paul worked as a divorce lawyer. They all lived in Sudbury Ontario, not a very large town, but it was the nickel capital of the world. (A/N: YAY Sudbury!!! No I don't live there... any more... I moved... But it's where I grew up and it's only 5 hrs away from Toronto, well that depends on who's driving... Oh well, I'll continue...)
Hermione spotted her cousin Draven on the other side of the plexiglass, he had changed a bit. He was two years older then her, he had black spiky hair and a snake tatoo spiraling down his arm. At first she thought that it wasn't him, but his golden eye's gave him away. He wore a smug expression when he noticed she was staring. He played with his now visible eyebrow ring.
At that point Harry choose to emerge from the mens room, clutching his stomach. Hermione could here him moaning as he approached. "Let's grab our trunks and get moving, I'd rather not stay here longer then I have to."
She smiled and nodded, not taking her gaze off her older cousin. But soon her eye contact was broken when Harry dragged her away. Quickly they hulled their trunks over to Hermione's cousin. She didn't speak to him, and he didn't speak to her. Draven helped them get their things into a van parked outside. Without any words, with the exception of Harry's moaning and the radio, they set off for Sudbury.
Hermione loved the scenery, as rock's, tree's, and farms whizzed by. Harry took a liking to it to, so the entire trip was silent. It was pitch black by the time they got into the outskirts of Sudbury, Harry most likely felt the affects of 'Jet Leg', because he had been snoring for two hours now.
"Who's your guy friend?" Draven finally broke the silence.
"Harry Potter," Hermione replied like it explained everything.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Draven tried to make conversation.
"No."
"Do you like him?"
"No."
"Is that over boy that's coming your boy friend?"
"No."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Are you going to answer all my questions, with a no?"
"No."
Draven cracked up, he knew his cousin didn't like him, but he had know idea she was this stubborn. "Why are you so angry, I haven't even started bothering you yet, it's going to be no fun now."
"I'm here against my own will," Hermione simply put it. "But it's nice to know that I'm only here, because you want to bug me, thanks I feel much better now," Hermione's voice was dripping with venom.
"You're here against your own will, you make it sound like we kidnaped you or something."
"No kidnaping would involve intelligence and rope, which you lack both," Hermione pointed out.
"Ouch, that hurt," Draven faked being injured. He actually made it look like he was stabbed in the heart with a knife.
Hermione just rolled her eye's. "Very mature."
"Oh come on lighten up, how are you suppose to have any fun, if your always so serious. Your friends must be a couple a stiffs," Draven said.
"My friends aren't stiffs," was all Hermione said in her defense. "Riiiiiiight," Draven prolonged the 'i' sound. "Me and Maya are going to a concert, you and your friend can come if you like."
"What concert?" Hermione tried to sound interested.
"Sum 41, it's not a big one but Maya really likes them, something about some guy named 'Cone' being really hot or somethin' like that. There like a pop rock group, I don't really listen to them metal is more my thing," Draven explained.
"Sure, I guess I've never been to a concert before," Hermione shrugged.
Draven slammed on his breaks, half because there was a red light and he wasn't paying attention. And the other half from shock that his sixteen year old cousin had never been to a concert.
"Was that completely necessary?" Hermione asked, rather annoyed by the fact that her cousin wasn't paying attention to the road.
"You have never been to a concert before?" it was kind of a rhetorical question, but he asked any way.
"No, I have not."
"You ever been skateboarding?"
"No."
"Snowboarding?"
"No."
"Listen to music that swears?"
"No."
"Robbed a pizza shop with a water gun?"
"What? No."
"Ever been to a party with out a chaperon?"
"No."
"Ever got a tatoo?"
"No."
"Pierced anywhere besides your ear?"
"Does it look like it?"
"No," this time Draven said no.
"Are you almost done with your annoying questions?"
"Just one more, would you like to do any of those things this summer?" Draven asked.
"But my parents would kill me," Hermione told him.
"What they don't know wont hurt them, besides they made you come here, don't you want to live a little while you can?" Draven countered.
"For once I think your right," Hermione smiled.
"Coming from you I'll take that as a compliment," Draven chuckled as they finally pulled into a drive way, almost hidden from the tree's. A black haired girl, with hot pink streaks through it came running up to greet them.
"Cousin," stated the girl, acknowledging Hermione's existence.
"Maya," Hermione used the same tone of voice.
The girl burst into fits of laughter causing Harry to wake up. "Oh, Hermione your always so serious!"
But to her surprise Hermione smiled at her. "Things can change."
And they did just that.
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A/N: Okay this chapter is a little longer. I know there are still a few explications that need to be answered but I tried... I'm going to try and flip back and forth, between the summer and the present... So I hope I don't make it difficult to read... I'm not sure if I explained this or not, but this story was completely spontaneous... I started writing it and I had no plot what so ever... If you like it please tell me... If you have any suggestions tell me... Peace out love you all!!
Disclaimer: I have failed to realize until now my story does not have a disclaimer... Well, all the characters are owned by J.K. Rowling... I do own some up coming characters, trust me I will not let you go until you know that I own them... My muse (which I have yet to name, who is a punk, that is in love with nu metal type music), is to blame when the story has no plot.... And my dearly beloved beta reader has helped me come up with some of the pranks, that I have no doubt in my mind are indeed 'different'... Enough said on with the story...
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Chapter Two: A Plain Trip
"I am NOT going to spend the summer holidays, with my vapid cousin's!!! I want to spend my vacation with friends people I ACTUALLY enjoy being around!!! I promised Harry and Ron that we would hang out this summer. I will not be shipped off to another country to keep up family appearances!!! This is utterly the worse thing that could possibly happen, why me? Why do I have to go? Why can't you guy's just say I have SARS (Severe Acute Repertory Syndrom, it is a illness which impairs your breathing...), or something?" Hermione argued.
"Because I will not lie, you are going and that's final," Mr. Granger enforced.
"Noooooo!" Hermione whaled rather immature for her age, and intelligence. "Please you can't be serious! I never get to see Ron and Harry over the holidays, just this once! After this we will never get another chance!"
Mrs. Granger being a little softer formed a plan to get her daughter to go, willingly, and allow her to spend time with her school mates. "What if Harry and Ron were to join you, would it not be so bad?"
"And risk them being tortured by my half wit cousin's? No way!" Hermione argued a losing battle.
"Fine then you can go alone if you like, it's not me problem," Mr. Granger dismissed his wife's attempts to get his daughter to go.
Hermione contemplated the out come of the summer: 1) She could go alone, and miss out on all the fun her to best friends have without her during the holidays, hang around her dense cousin's who's life purpose is to make her life miserable, wallow in self pitty, and make her parents happy. 2) Take her friends with her, maybe even get back at her cousin's, enjoy her friends company, and possibly still make her parents happy by going. "How long would we have to stay in Canada?"
"Till summer ends," Mrs. Granger informed her.
Hermione groaned. "Do we have to talk to associate with them at any point in time?"
"Naturally," Mrs. Granger stated more or less amused.
"You can't go because?"
"We have to work," this time it was Mr. Granger, it seemed as though he was growing very agitated as each second passed.
"When are we leaving?"
"In two days," Mrs. Granger resumed answering her daughters questions.
Hermione groaned again. "And I have to go why?"
"Because you were invited, and you haven't seen them in three years!" Mr. Granger was on the verge of yelling.
"Well it's not like they made any particular effort to come and see me," Hermione mumbled.
"I suggest you go pack, and owl your friends about going," Mrs. Granger stopped the argument before it got the chance to heat up. "And if their parents have any questions they can ask me," and then she quickly added. "If they can't go, your on your own. So don't even try to convince me that you shouldn't have to go, because you don't have any one there to hang out with."
Hermione sighed, her mother new her all to well... She owled both Harry and Ron, that night using her knew owl that her parents had bought her when she made prefect at the beginning of that year. She told them that she was going to go to Canada and visit her relatives for the entire summer holidays, and that she would be most aggrieved if they did not join her.
Early the next morning her owl arrived caring two letters. The first one read:
'Hey Hermione,
Sorry, but I'm going to visit Charlie for the first part of the summer holidays. I could join you later though, my mom says it would be alright. I've never been to Canada before? What's it like? Do they have any good Quidditch teams? What are your relatives like? How's the food over there? Do they make mustard and marshmallow sandwiches too? Tell Harry I say hi if you see him before I do... Your friend, Ron'
Hermione's heart sank as she read the first letter. Ron wouldn't be able to join her for the first part of the summer. She dwelled on the fact for the moment, before opening the second letter. She was now petrified that nether of them were going to be able to go with her. She opened the letter like it was a bomb waiting to go off, she was very gentle, even though it would not change the answer on the page.
'Dear Hermione,
My aunt and uncle...(A/N: I'm tired I'm going to bed, it's like 1:00 am... I'll finish this later...)... Are more then happy to get rid of me for the summer!!! They want to go to Paris this summer and were going to stick me with some cat fanatic that smells funny and lives down the street... Although they are still threatening that if I mis behave or turn anything into something then it's original form I will be killed by a blunt axe... See you later, Harry Potter'
Hermione exhaled, she just noticed that she was holding her breath. "He can go!" she jumped up and down, although her little celebration fell on death ears...
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Hermione met Harry at the air port. The two of them attracted a little attention with their caged owls. In fact Hermione's parents tried to purse way her not to take her owl, but she refused to give it up.
"Thank you again for coming with me Harry, you have no idea how boring this would have been without you," Hermione told him.
"I should be the one who is thanking you, if it weren't for your owl, I could be stuck with litter boxes and tuna right now," Harry smiled, obviously thinking of the sweet bird of freedom that he was about to board.
"Passport please," a mono tone voice, that sounded slightly feminine, snapped them both back to reality.
They both went through security, and boarded the plane. It was a very uneventful trip, so the only thing I will mention is the fact that, Harry found out the hard way he gets plane sick. Which was really funny to Hermione, because of the fact he was on the house Quidditch team. She stopped laughing when he spewed all over her shoe's when the bag he had broke.
When the plane did finally land at the Toronto Air Port, Hermione and Harry both spent a great deal of time in the washrooms. It amazed Harry how much he could through up, even though he hadn't eaten for two days do to anticipation. But know that he was there, he didn't really want anything to be exciting. All he wanted was a half decent toilet bowl, and some Gravoll.
Hermione finished cleaning her shoe's, and went to go find her aunt. She did love her aunt and uncle she just really deplored her cousin's. Her aunt Belle was her mother's sister, she worked as a interior decorator. Her uncle Paul worked as a divorce lawyer. They all lived in Sudbury Ontario, not a very large town, but it was the nickel capital of the world. (A/N: YAY Sudbury!!! No I don't live there... any more... I moved... But it's where I grew up and it's only 5 hrs away from Toronto, well that depends on who's driving... Oh well, I'll continue...)
Hermione spotted her cousin Draven on the other side of the plexiglass, he had changed a bit. He was two years older then her, he had black spiky hair and a snake tatoo spiraling down his arm. At first she thought that it wasn't him, but his golden eye's gave him away. He wore a smug expression when he noticed she was staring. He played with his now visible eyebrow ring.
At that point Harry choose to emerge from the mens room, clutching his stomach. Hermione could here him moaning as he approached. "Let's grab our trunks and get moving, I'd rather not stay here longer then I have to."
She smiled and nodded, not taking her gaze off her older cousin. But soon her eye contact was broken when Harry dragged her away. Quickly they hulled their trunks over to Hermione's cousin. She didn't speak to him, and he didn't speak to her. Draven helped them get their things into a van parked outside. Without any words, with the exception of Harry's moaning and the radio, they set off for Sudbury.
Hermione loved the scenery, as rock's, tree's, and farms whizzed by. Harry took a liking to it to, so the entire trip was silent. It was pitch black by the time they got into the outskirts of Sudbury, Harry most likely felt the affects of 'Jet Leg', because he had been snoring for two hours now.
"Who's your guy friend?" Draven finally broke the silence.
"Harry Potter," Hermione replied like it explained everything.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Draven tried to make conversation.
"No."
"Do you like him?"
"No."
"Is that over boy that's coming your boy friend?"
"No."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Are you going to answer all my questions, with a no?"
"No."
Draven cracked up, he knew his cousin didn't like him, but he had know idea she was this stubborn. "Why are you so angry, I haven't even started bothering you yet, it's going to be no fun now."
"I'm here against my own will," Hermione simply put it. "But it's nice to know that I'm only here, because you want to bug me, thanks I feel much better now," Hermione's voice was dripping with venom.
"You're here against your own will, you make it sound like we kidnaped you or something."
"No kidnaping would involve intelligence and rope, which you lack both," Hermione pointed out.
"Ouch, that hurt," Draven faked being injured. He actually made it look like he was stabbed in the heart with a knife.
Hermione just rolled her eye's. "Very mature."
"Oh come on lighten up, how are you suppose to have any fun, if your always so serious. Your friends must be a couple a stiffs," Draven said.
"My friends aren't stiffs," was all Hermione said in her defense. "Riiiiiiight," Draven prolonged the 'i' sound. "Me and Maya are going to a concert, you and your friend can come if you like."
"What concert?" Hermione tried to sound interested.
"Sum 41, it's not a big one but Maya really likes them, something about some guy named 'Cone' being really hot or somethin' like that. There like a pop rock group, I don't really listen to them metal is more my thing," Draven explained.
"Sure, I guess I've never been to a concert before," Hermione shrugged.
Draven slammed on his breaks, half because there was a red light and he wasn't paying attention. And the other half from shock that his sixteen year old cousin had never been to a concert.
"Was that completely necessary?" Hermione asked, rather annoyed by the fact that her cousin wasn't paying attention to the road.
"You have never been to a concert before?" it was kind of a rhetorical question, but he asked any way.
"No, I have not."
"You ever been skateboarding?"
"No."
"Snowboarding?"
"No."
"Listen to music that swears?"
"No."
"Robbed a pizza shop with a water gun?"
"What? No."
"Ever been to a party with out a chaperon?"
"No."
"Ever got a tatoo?"
"No."
"Pierced anywhere besides your ear?"
"Does it look like it?"
"No," this time Draven said no.
"Are you almost done with your annoying questions?"
"Just one more, would you like to do any of those things this summer?" Draven asked.
"But my parents would kill me," Hermione told him.
"What they don't know wont hurt them, besides they made you come here, don't you want to live a little while you can?" Draven countered.
"For once I think your right," Hermione smiled.
"Coming from you I'll take that as a compliment," Draven chuckled as they finally pulled into a drive way, almost hidden from the tree's. A black haired girl, with hot pink streaks through it came running up to greet them.
"Cousin," stated the girl, acknowledging Hermione's existence.
"Maya," Hermione used the same tone of voice.
The girl burst into fits of laughter causing Harry to wake up. "Oh, Hermione your always so serious!"
But to her surprise Hermione smiled at her. "Things can change."
And they did just that.
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A/N: Okay this chapter is a little longer. I know there are still a few explications that need to be answered but I tried... I'm going to try and flip back and forth, between the summer and the present... So I hope I don't make it difficult to read... I'm not sure if I explained this or not, but this story was completely spontaneous... I started writing it and I had no plot what so ever... If you like it please tell me... If you have any suggestions tell me... Peace out love you all!!