A/N: I warn you all, this is the corniest thing I have ever written. I
don't blame anyone if they resort to flaming me... Which in turn will be
used to burn me at the stake so you all can roast marshmallows by the
fire... If I have any reviewers left after this disastrous thing I call a
chapter, please bare with me....
Chapter Four: Thanks to Sum 41...
It was annoyingly bright summer day, Hermione was hanging out with Harry, in the living room, trying to decide what they were going to do that evening. "I vote we see a movie!" "PAINT BALL!" Harry cheered excitedly.
"Paint ball hurts," Maya said, striding into the room, visibly rubbing her elbow as if it were a wound serving a painful reminder that paint ball was a contact sport.
"All the more reason!" Harry clapped his hands together excitedly.
Maya shoot him a look that would have made the dark lord him self proud.
Harry melted under her gaze. "Or maybe not..."
"I think we should go to the Sum 41 concert, like we planned to way back when?" Maya scolded the two.
"Oh yeah forgot about that," Hermione smiled sheepishly. "What time is that at?"
"Umm...." Draven walked in too. "Eight-ish I think. I still can't believe that's going to be your first concert," he added as an after thought.
"Mine too!" Harry piped in. "Well I don't think the Weird Sister's really count, that was a school thing..."
"English band," Hermione laughed nervously before anyone could ask.
"Sure, whatever," Maya said. "Come on 'Mione!"
"Where are we going?" she asked nervously, as she was dragged up the stairs to Maya's bedroom.
"We have to get ready silly!" Maya giggled slightly as her cousin's face was drained of all it's color. "And I'm going to give you a make over!" Maya squealed in delight.
Hermione couldn't hold back her groan.
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Hermione learned valuable lessons 1) always brush your own hair, 2) beauty equals pain, lots of pain, 3) hair die smells bad, and last of all 4) never trust Maya with a curling iron.
After the grueling process was complete, Hermione descended down the stairs like some corny movie where the main Mary Sue character glided down the stair well to shock her unsuspecting prom date. Only this was Hermione, and she was going to a rock concert.
Harry and Draven were waiting on the deck, keys in hand. "Took you long enough! You were up there for over five-" Harry stopped mid rant.
"Hours, I know. Maya wouldn't let me leave, it was rather disturbing actually," Hermione informed him.
Harry just stared at her unmoving.
"What?" she finally asked, the eerie silence was getting to her.
"W-w-what happened up there?" Harry asked.
"Two things of hair die, tweezers, wax, make up, stick on nails, more make up, new clothes, and a very exhausted me," Maya smiled smugly. "Can we go now?"
"Yep," replied Draven.
They all piled into the van, but Harry couldn't get over the fact how much Hermione had changed. And it had only been a few hours! Imagine what the summer would do to her.
Hermione was clad in a blood red plaid skirt, like the kind he saw a punk girl wear on tv the other day, fish nets, a black tank top bearing a flamed skull, a spike bracelet, a choker, and black leather boots that only went up to her ankle. Her hair was now red-ish purple, and in ringlets.
"Do I really look that bad?" Hermione asked. "You've been staring at me since we were on the deck."
She had dark red eye shadow on. "N-no you look great," Harry beamed, his eye's trance fixed on her blood red lips.
Hermione thanked him for the compliment.
Maya coughed loudly from the front passenger seat.
"But it was Maya you did all the work," Hermione told him.
"Your too kind," Maya said, followed by giggles.
"Yes, and I had to go through all the pain," Hermione mumbled under her breathe.
Harry chuckled slightly.
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The concert was almost over and Hermione was glad Harry had finally stopped staring at her. It was kind of creeping her out, he was her best friend, her confident, not some teenage boy strung out by his hormones. Or so she hoped. Hermione looked around to see if anyone else was watching her, seeing that on one was she sighed relief. She had always left boy stuff to Lavender and Pavarti. She didn't need to waste her time hanging around the Quiditch field flirting with some Ravenclaw, homework was far more important. 'Love is just Hormones reacting to someone else, nothing more nothing-' she stopped mid thought.
Like some sort of melodramatic love story, all noise was lost. All the people had disappeared and it was only the two of them. Hermione had spotted him looking at her, more like stripping her of her garments with his eye's. Her breath was caught in her throat, she felt slightly weak in the knee's.
His eye's were black, she couldn't tell where his pupal ended. He started to walk over to her, her heart pounded hard in her chest. His hair was electric blue, she imagined running her hands through it. She etched every facial feature into her mind.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she squeaked. Then took a few deep breaths and tried again. "Hey," it was a little more calmly but not by much.
He smiled, and she felt her knees giving way under her, silently cursing her weight.
"It's loud in here," she said stating the obvious, immediately a crimson blush claimed her cheeks, showing her embarrassment.
"Very," he pretended not to notice the fact she had something painfully evident. "So do you live around here?"
"No I'm visiting my cousins," Hermione told him.
"Cool, where are you from?" he asked.
"England," Hermione smiled.
"Cool," he said, nodding his head to the music.
"I like your hair," Hermione cursed her brain for shutting of leaving her to make stupid comments trying desperately to keep up the conversation.
"Thanks," he chuckled. "Yours isn't that bad either."
Hermione felt more heat rising to her cheeks making her want to put them on a cool surface. "Dance?" he asked.
"Aren't you suppose to jump up and down and shout, at concerts?" Hermione asked.
"True," nodded the guy. "But if we can go far enough back we could."
"No I couldn't possibly, I mean, no I can't," Hermione protested but he pulled her along to the back.
"Come on it'll be fun!" he shouted over the music.
"I can't dance," rebelled.
"I'll teach you," he whispered in her ear, she tried to remember how to breath but it just wasn't working.
"This isn't very good dancing music," she contradicted.
"Use your imagination," he wrapped his arms around her waste incase she tried to run away.
Hermione had proved to be a horrible dancer, every five seconds they either bumped heads of she stepped on his toes, once she accidently elbowed him in the ribs.
"Have I injured you enough yet?" Hermione asked, praying to the heavens to strike her down.
"It takes more then that to hurt me," he said.
But Hermione could clearly see the large bump forming on his head. "Right, I'm going to go find my cousins, maybe I'll see you later."
"I hope so," he placed a kiss on her forehead and disappeared mysteriously into the shadows.
Hermione was to stunned to even think about moving.
"Hermione!" a voice called to her.
"Oh great, now this is the part where I wake up," she mumbled under her breath.
"Hermione!" the voice she recognized was Harry. "There you are! Why are you all the way back here?"
"Hmm?" Hermione came out of her reverie. 'Well this really attractive guy pulled me back here to dance with me, I almost kill him because I'm a klutz, and he kissed me... on my forehead!' she thought about saying that, but reconsidered. "Oh it was getting hot up there, I needed a breather," she lied.
Concern flickered across Harry's face.
"I'm fine now, want to go back up?" she asked.
"Absolutely," Harry hauled her deep into the center.
15 minutes later.
"Okay I want everybody to put their hands up in the air and do the Sum 41 solute!" screamed the lead singer, Maya had told her his name was Deryck.
Hermione put her hands and made a four with one hand and stuck up her middle finger, to make a 41, just as Maya had told her to do.
"Cool! Now turn to the person beside you," Deryck paused so everyone would do so.
Hermione turned away from Harry, still a little shaken from his staring. She locked her eye's with the person beside her. Hypnotized by his black eye's, for the second time that evening.
"Now say hello," Deryck waited for everyone to do so.
"Hey," she said.
"Deja vue," he said.
"Shake hands."
They did.
"Ask their name."
"What's your name?" Hermione asked.
"Travis Warrington," he answered. "And yours?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Now roll over!" exclaimed the drummer. He pouted when no one listened to him.
"Now that your all acquainted, some time down the road you might see this person and say 'Hey, I know you from that Sum 41 concert. Hey want to get married?' And then you will have to phone me up and thank me for introducing you!" Deryck laughed. "Now for the last song of the evening!"
Hermione blushed at the thought of marrying this total stranger.
"I followed you," he whispered into her ear.
"Why?" she asked, she literally stopped breathing.
"I never got your number," he said.
But all she could think of was, how close his mouth was to her ear. His hot breath danced along her neck, she shuddered.
"And I never got a good night kiss," he added, possibly an after thought.
"Those don't come free," Harry said, pulling Hermione back, so there was more room between her and Travis.
"Harry," Hermione hissed, at this moment she cursed her friend.
The song finished and people started to leave.
"Is this your cousin or your boyfriend?" Travis asked.
"Neither, he's my friend," Hermione glared at Harry for being so inconsiderate.
"I see," Travis said, then extended his hand to Harry. "Travis, Travis Warrington."
"Harry Potter," Harry said, but didn't take his offered hand.
Some of the color drained from Travis's face, but he regained it almost instantly. "Where did you two meet?"
"At school," Hermione answered.
"Oh."
"Well we best be going, 'Mione," Harry grasped her hand and started to drag her to the exit.
Hermione slipped out of his grip and scavenged in her purse trying to find a pen and some paper. Finding nothing she sighed. A blue tube caught her eye, 'perfect,' she thought. "Give me your hand."
"Why?" Travis asked.
"You wanted my number didn't you," Hermione smiled.
Travis whipped out his hand and gave it to Hermione.
She unscrewed the cap to her black eye liner. Praying to the Goddess that it wouldn't smudge, she wrote every number so gingerly that you would had to have been blind not to make out what it said. She blew on his hand drying the last bit up.
"A little persistent aren't we?" Travis mused. Hermione blushed furiously, but feeling a little braver she swallowed and a tempted to say something witty back. But nothing came.
"Does that mean I still get a kiss?" he asked.
Hermione just nodded.
Travis bended over and brushed his lips on hers. "Good night Hermione," he whispered right before she was whisked away by a merciless Harry Potter.
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On the way home Hermione mentally slapped herself a million times over. She had thought of over a hundred different things she could have said, each giving her the appeal of a coquette, like the sassy femme fatale from on of her romance novels. But no, her aptitude had to choose that evening to take a breather.
'Why me?' Hermione asked silently, as they pulled into her cousins driveway.
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A/N: For those of you who actually read through this far I congratulate you... I believe you all should get a prize!!! Or be admitted to some type of Hospital... In spite of that, thank you for reviewing... I am deeply contrite for not updating sooner... I would make up some petty excuse but I have none... My brain lacks it's creativity at the moment (I guess this chapter is kind of a proven point)....
Love,
Crimson Dragoness -o- )0( -o-
Chapter Four: Thanks to Sum 41...
It was annoyingly bright summer day, Hermione was hanging out with Harry, in the living room, trying to decide what they were going to do that evening. "I vote we see a movie!" "PAINT BALL!" Harry cheered excitedly.
"Paint ball hurts," Maya said, striding into the room, visibly rubbing her elbow as if it were a wound serving a painful reminder that paint ball was a contact sport.
"All the more reason!" Harry clapped his hands together excitedly.
Maya shoot him a look that would have made the dark lord him self proud.
Harry melted under her gaze. "Or maybe not..."
"I think we should go to the Sum 41 concert, like we planned to way back when?" Maya scolded the two.
"Oh yeah forgot about that," Hermione smiled sheepishly. "What time is that at?"
"Umm...." Draven walked in too. "Eight-ish I think. I still can't believe that's going to be your first concert," he added as an after thought.
"Mine too!" Harry piped in. "Well I don't think the Weird Sister's really count, that was a school thing..."
"English band," Hermione laughed nervously before anyone could ask.
"Sure, whatever," Maya said. "Come on 'Mione!"
"Where are we going?" she asked nervously, as she was dragged up the stairs to Maya's bedroom.
"We have to get ready silly!" Maya giggled slightly as her cousin's face was drained of all it's color. "And I'm going to give you a make over!" Maya squealed in delight.
Hermione couldn't hold back her groan.
)O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o-)O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O(
Hermione learned valuable lessons 1) always brush your own hair, 2) beauty equals pain, lots of pain, 3) hair die smells bad, and last of all 4) never trust Maya with a curling iron.
After the grueling process was complete, Hermione descended down the stairs like some corny movie where the main Mary Sue character glided down the stair well to shock her unsuspecting prom date. Only this was Hermione, and she was going to a rock concert.
Harry and Draven were waiting on the deck, keys in hand. "Took you long enough! You were up there for over five-" Harry stopped mid rant.
"Hours, I know. Maya wouldn't let me leave, it was rather disturbing actually," Hermione informed him.
Harry just stared at her unmoving.
"What?" she finally asked, the eerie silence was getting to her.
"W-w-what happened up there?" Harry asked.
"Two things of hair die, tweezers, wax, make up, stick on nails, more make up, new clothes, and a very exhausted me," Maya smiled smugly. "Can we go now?"
"Yep," replied Draven.
They all piled into the van, but Harry couldn't get over the fact how much Hermione had changed. And it had only been a few hours! Imagine what the summer would do to her.
Hermione was clad in a blood red plaid skirt, like the kind he saw a punk girl wear on tv the other day, fish nets, a black tank top bearing a flamed skull, a spike bracelet, a choker, and black leather boots that only went up to her ankle. Her hair was now red-ish purple, and in ringlets.
"Do I really look that bad?" Hermione asked. "You've been staring at me since we were on the deck."
She had dark red eye shadow on. "N-no you look great," Harry beamed, his eye's trance fixed on her blood red lips.
Hermione thanked him for the compliment.
Maya coughed loudly from the front passenger seat.
"But it was Maya you did all the work," Hermione told him.
"Your too kind," Maya said, followed by giggles.
"Yes, and I had to go through all the pain," Hermione mumbled under her breathe.
Harry chuckled slightly.
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The concert was almost over and Hermione was glad Harry had finally stopped staring at her. It was kind of creeping her out, he was her best friend, her confident, not some teenage boy strung out by his hormones. Or so she hoped. Hermione looked around to see if anyone else was watching her, seeing that on one was she sighed relief. She had always left boy stuff to Lavender and Pavarti. She didn't need to waste her time hanging around the Quiditch field flirting with some Ravenclaw, homework was far more important. 'Love is just Hormones reacting to someone else, nothing more nothing-' she stopped mid thought.
Like some sort of melodramatic love story, all noise was lost. All the people had disappeared and it was only the two of them. Hermione had spotted him looking at her, more like stripping her of her garments with his eye's. Her breath was caught in her throat, she felt slightly weak in the knee's.
His eye's were black, she couldn't tell where his pupal ended. He started to walk over to her, her heart pounded hard in her chest. His hair was electric blue, she imagined running her hands through it. She etched every facial feature into her mind.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she squeaked. Then took a few deep breaths and tried again. "Hey," it was a little more calmly but not by much.
He smiled, and she felt her knees giving way under her, silently cursing her weight.
"It's loud in here," she said stating the obvious, immediately a crimson blush claimed her cheeks, showing her embarrassment.
"Very," he pretended not to notice the fact she had something painfully evident. "So do you live around here?"
"No I'm visiting my cousins," Hermione told him.
"Cool, where are you from?" he asked.
"England," Hermione smiled.
"Cool," he said, nodding his head to the music.
"I like your hair," Hermione cursed her brain for shutting of leaving her to make stupid comments trying desperately to keep up the conversation.
"Thanks," he chuckled. "Yours isn't that bad either."
Hermione felt more heat rising to her cheeks making her want to put them on a cool surface. "Dance?" he asked.
"Aren't you suppose to jump up and down and shout, at concerts?" Hermione asked.
"True," nodded the guy. "But if we can go far enough back we could."
"No I couldn't possibly, I mean, no I can't," Hermione protested but he pulled her along to the back.
"Come on it'll be fun!" he shouted over the music.
"I can't dance," rebelled.
"I'll teach you," he whispered in her ear, she tried to remember how to breath but it just wasn't working.
"This isn't very good dancing music," she contradicted.
"Use your imagination," he wrapped his arms around her waste incase she tried to run away.
Hermione had proved to be a horrible dancer, every five seconds they either bumped heads of she stepped on his toes, once she accidently elbowed him in the ribs.
"Have I injured you enough yet?" Hermione asked, praying to the heavens to strike her down.
"It takes more then that to hurt me," he said.
But Hermione could clearly see the large bump forming on his head. "Right, I'm going to go find my cousins, maybe I'll see you later."
"I hope so," he placed a kiss on her forehead and disappeared mysteriously into the shadows.
Hermione was to stunned to even think about moving.
"Hermione!" a voice called to her.
"Oh great, now this is the part where I wake up," she mumbled under her breath.
"Hermione!" the voice she recognized was Harry. "There you are! Why are you all the way back here?"
"Hmm?" Hermione came out of her reverie. 'Well this really attractive guy pulled me back here to dance with me, I almost kill him because I'm a klutz, and he kissed me... on my forehead!' she thought about saying that, but reconsidered. "Oh it was getting hot up there, I needed a breather," she lied.
Concern flickered across Harry's face.
"I'm fine now, want to go back up?" she asked.
"Absolutely," Harry hauled her deep into the center.
15 minutes later.
"Okay I want everybody to put their hands up in the air and do the Sum 41 solute!" screamed the lead singer, Maya had told her his name was Deryck.
Hermione put her hands and made a four with one hand and stuck up her middle finger, to make a 41, just as Maya had told her to do.
"Cool! Now turn to the person beside you," Deryck paused so everyone would do so.
Hermione turned away from Harry, still a little shaken from his staring. She locked her eye's with the person beside her. Hypnotized by his black eye's, for the second time that evening.
"Now say hello," Deryck waited for everyone to do so.
"Hey," she said.
"Deja vue," he said.
"Shake hands."
They did.
"Ask their name."
"What's your name?" Hermione asked.
"Travis Warrington," he answered. "And yours?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Now roll over!" exclaimed the drummer. He pouted when no one listened to him.
"Now that your all acquainted, some time down the road you might see this person and say 'Hey, I know you from that Sum 41 concert. Hey want to get married?' And then you will have to phone me up and thank me for introducing you!" Deryck laughed. "Now for the last song of the evening!"
Hermione blushed at the thought of marrying this total stranger.
"I followed you," he whispered into her ear.
"Why?" she asked, she literally stopped breathing.
"I never got your number," he said.
But all she could think of was, how close his mouth was to her ear. His hot breath danced along her neck, she shuddered.
"And I never got a good night kiss," he added, possibly an after thought.
"Those don't come free," Harry said, pulling Hermione back, so there was more room between her and Travis.
"Harry," Hermione hissed, at this moment she cursed her friend.
The song finished and people started to leave.
"Is this your cousin or your boyfriend?" Travis asked.
"Neither, he's my friend," Hermione glared at Harry for being so inconsiderate.
"I see," Travis said, then extended his hand to Harry. "Travis, Travis Warrington."
"Harry Potter," Harry said, but didn't take his offered hand.
Some of the color drained from Travis's face, but he regained it almost instantly. "Where did you two meet?"
"At school," Hermione answered.
"Oh."
"Well we best be going, 'Mione," Harry grasped her hand and started to drag her to the exit.
Hermione slipped out of his grip and scavenged in her purse trying to find a pen and some paper. Finding nothing she sighed. A blue tube caught her eye, 'perfect,' she thought. "Give me your hand."
"Why?" Travis asked.
"You wanted my number didn't you," Hermione smiled.
Travis whipped out his hand and gave it to Hermione.
She unscrewed the cap to her black eye liner. Praying to the Goddess that it wouldn't smudge, she wrote every number so gingerly that you would had to have been blind not to make out what it said. She blew on his hand drying the last bit up.
"A little persistent aren't we?" Travis mused. Hermione blushed furiously, but feeling a little braver she swallowed and a tempted to say something witty back. But nothing came.
"Does that mean I still get a kiss?" he asked.
Hermione just nodded.
Travis bended over and brushed his lips on hers. "Good night Hermione," he whispered right before she was whisked away by a merciless Harry Potter.
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On the way home Hermione mentally slapped herself a million times over. She had thought of over a hundred different things she could have said, each giving her the appeal of a coquette, like the sassy femme fatale from on of her romance novels. But no, her aptitude had to choose that evening to take a breather.
'Why me?' Hermione asked silently, as they pulled into her cousins driveway.
T.B.C. )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o-)O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O(
A/N: For those of you who actually read through this far I congratulate you... I believe you all should get a prize!!! Or be admitted to some type of Hospital... In spite of that, thank you for reviewing... I am deeply contrite for not updating sooner... I would make up some petty excuse but I have none... My brain lacks it's creativity at the moment (I guess this chapter is kind of a proven point)....
Love,
Crimson Dragoness -o- )0( -o-