Author's Note: OK, sorry for the delay. And this chapter is horribly small...sorry! I wanted to leave it here! I should have elaberated but..oh well. I hope this one worked. The paragrapths should be nicer and stuff. Anyway, here it is!
OH! And OK. I'll make a little pervertion in the story a little later. For the people!
And BANGS refer to the hair that flops in front of Harry's face. I call them bangs here. It's just the hair that is always in his eyes, always in his way on hsi forehead...but I'm no dictionary so I dunno how well I explained it. ONWARD!
Harry winced. He thought she would be happy. It was straight and smooth and had golden highlights. Plus it was cut in a way to where it flipped (much to Harry's delight). Hermione twitched slightly.
"Don't you love it?" Harry said in mock innocence.
"Harry..." Hermione growled.
"What are you talking to yourself for?" Dudley said and laughed. Then looked over at the real Harry hoping he would laugh. Harry simply narrowed his eyes. As much as Hermione was mad at Harry, she still hated the little round pig in front of her more and yelled at him. "DON'T TALK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT!" She hollared.
"Potter!" Petunia screetched from the kitchen, flouncing in one of her tight buisness suit- like shirts and an apron. She caught site of the girl in front of her and put on a cheesey smile. "Are you here for Dudley? I'll make cookies..." Harry tried not to laugh. Did she not see that her boy was a hideous little thing? It's one thing to look ugly, but to have an ugly personality is just awful.
"I'm not here for him!" Harry snapped. "I'm here for Harry. Remember, he's coming for the summer? Didn't he tell you?" Harry then shot a look at Hermione who nodded with clenched teeth. It took all her might not to strangle him.
"He can't go," Petunia said flatly.
"WHY NOT?" Harry asked, his arms flying up in the air. This was too much.
"He's under strict watch because he-" then Petunia went on about Harry being a criminal. She ovbiously didn't understand that Herrmione was a witch.
Harry looked over to Hermione for aproval and Hermione nodded vigerously. Harry took a deep breath and said quickly, "I go to school with Harry he's my best friend and I AM A WITCH!" Harry folded his arms and stared at them with triumph. Dudley looked disapointed and frightened and Petunia's lips pursed.
"Well, he won't be going," Petunia said coldly. Funny how one lttle insy weensy detail can make her do that. "And don't even threaten me with magic because I know your underage!" Petunia then grinned sickingly. Harry then said slyly, "I may be underage...but my parents aren't."
Harry helped Hermione with the suitcase and Hedwig's cage as it made a loud thump on each step. They dragged it outside and Harry mumbled in Hermione's ear, "Here goes Jenn..." and sure enough Jenn flew out of the car and helped Hermione with Harry's things. By the way, am I losing anyone here? I know it's confusing because Hermione is really Harry and we call him that but when people act strange torward him its weird and...OK, back to the story.
"H-Hi I'm Jenn and I'm Hermione's couzin," Jenn said all to quickly. Hermione gulped and nodded at her.
"Er...hi..." she said nervously. Harry would have acted near the same, only for a different reason. Jenn grinned and went on about how delightful the house was.
"It is beautiful," Harry said and smiled at Hermione who smiled back. She was happy he liked it.
"I'm sure it's wondorful," Hermione murmered and was seated between Harry and Jenn. Then Hermione remembered about her hair when she turned to speak with Harry. Her lips became thin and her eyes narrowed. She was going to speak to him about this later.
"Hi, Harry. I'm Niomi, Hermione's mother," She leaned back in the front seat to shake Hermione's hand.
"And I'm Bob, her father," he said. "Nice to meet you."
"You as well, thank you for taking me into your home for the summer," Hermione said politly...almost too politely. She wanted to hug them to death, she missed them.
"It's our pleasure. Hermione speaks highly about you," Niomi said.
Harry and Hermione blushed, although Hermione looked horrified. Jenn was confused by Harry's esxpression, which was truly Hermione who was embarrsed. She almost snapped at her mother, but of course how would that look? Well, that will come up soon enough. MWAWAWAWAWA! So, along the drive, Harry told Hermione about his summer so far, which he spoke highly of.
"Let Harry talk, sweety," Niomi said kindly, laughing a bit. Harry blushed deeply and then shook his head as Hermione began to speak. He didn't want it look like he was complaining. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and shut her mouth.
"I really don't...er....wanna talk about it,"Hermione said, anger clear in her voice. Niomi gave one of those dreaded pity looks and nodded her head, understanding. Harry flinched. He was increasingly hating it more and more. They drove in silence for s few moments, Harry and Hermione glancing at eachother, Hermione giving Harry a look that said I'm-so-gonna-kill-you-when-we-are-alone. Wow, how does she say such a complex message with a look? so, they drove for a few moments before Jenn spoke up.
"So, Harry, what is school like?" Jenn asked, although she knew what school was like. She just wanted to talk to Harry badly. Very badly. Perhaps if she tried hard enough she could even get him to go out with her. She knew Hermione didn't like him so that was no problem. Hermione went pale. This was going to be an interesting summer.
"Well, it's...er...fine. I'm sure Hermione-" she emphesized Hermione slightly and shot a glance at Harry-"has told you more than you need to know."
Harry laughed nervously. "Yes, she knows everything there is to know." He said with enthusiasm. He didn't want Hermione talking to her to much. Although it would be difficult. Jenn continued to blab on and on and on abut the house until Hermione couldn't take it anymore.
"Hermione has told me so much about the house at school and in letters," she said, hinting for her to shut up. Jenn said 'Oh' and then was silent. Harry glared at Hermione. She didn't have to be so rude. He would have at least listened for..er....a few more minutes. Jenn spoke up again.
"I hear that you've saved the magic world," Jenn said.
Hermione blushed. She felt like she was being conceited to say yes since it wasn't her. "Erm...yeah."
"That's really cool," Jenn said. "So your famous."
"It's not all it's cracked up to be," Harry mumbled. Hermione re-stated that to Jenn and Jenn gave her a look of unbelieving. They reached the house and Hermione sighed and smiled. She was finally home.
"Here we are!" Niomi said, walking through the picked gate. Hermione breathed in the air. It was sweet.
"It's beautiful," She mumbled and smiled at Harry who smiled back. They ran inside where Niomi had begun to cook.
"You can all look around the neighborhood if you like while I make some lunch for us," Niomi siad as pans clattered and one dropped to the floor. She scooped it up and bagan setting varius things on the counter and stove.
"She loves to cook," Jenn informed Hermione.
Before hermione could get a word out, Harry but in, "So does Harry! He loves to cook, although he's not very good." harry added.
"Hermione!" Jenn said, swatting Harry playfully on the arm. "That's not very nice."
"I'm a fine cook," Hermione said, glaring at Harry. Harry glared back. She was making him sound conceited, he thought. "Let me show you your room." Harry took Hermione's arm and led her upstairs. He shut the door to the guest room and turned around.
"FINALLY!" Hermione said. "I didn't think I could hold it in much longer! How could you do this-" she grabbed a chnk from her hair (remember, it's on harry)-"to my hair. I liked it how it was!"
"Why, Hermione? It was bushy and got in the way and these girls teased you about it. I was just helping!"
"HELPING?! Did I ever ask to be helped? I don't think I did, Harry. You ruined my hair. i never cared about what others thought and then you did...this! I don't need to change myself just so others will like me," Hermione spat and stomped out of the room to the guest room. Harry sat on the floor. It hadn't gone as planned. He would have hoped she loved it. But he knew how to make it up to her. Or at least try to...
"Her-Harry?" Harry knocked lightly on the guest room door. "We're going to the-" he exzagerated this word as Jenn had done. Like it was some wondorful thing.-"the mall. Are you coming?"
"Yes," hermione opened the door. It had only been a few minutes. But she had been so angry and blind. Harry's eyes widend with shock.
"No...." He breathed. "Y-you didn't."
Am I mean? YES I AM! Oh well. Too bad. Next chapter will come up later.
OH! And OK. I'll make a little pervertion in the story a little later. For the people!
And BANGS refer to the hair that flops in front of Harry's face. I call them bangs here. It's just the hair that is always in his eyes, always in his way on hsi forehead...but I'm no dictionary so I dunno how well I explained it. ONWARD!
Harry winced. He thought she would be happy. It was straight and smooth and had golden highlights. Plus it was cut in a way to where it flipped (much to Harry's delight). Hermione twitched slightly.
"Don't you love it?" Harry said in mock innocence.
"Harry..." Hermione growled.
"What are you talking to yourself for?" Dudley said and laughed. Then looked over at the real Harry hoping he would laugh. Harry simply narrowed his eyes. As much as Hermione was mad at Harry, she still hated the little round pig in front of her more and yelled at him. "DON'T TALK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT!" She hollared.
"Potter!" Petunia screetched from the kitchen, flouncing in one of her tight buisness suit- like shirts and an apron. She caught site of the girl in front of her and put on a cheesey smile. "Are you here for Dudley? I'll make cookies..." Harry tried not to laugh. Did she not see that her boy was a hideous little thing? It's one thing to look ugly, but to have an ugly personality is just awful.
"I'm not here for him!" Harry snapped. "I'm here for Harry. Remember, he's coming for the summer? Didn't he tell you?" Harry then shot a look at Hermione who nodded with clenched teeth. It took all her might not to strangle him.
"He can't go," Petunia said flatly.
"WHY NOT?" Harry asked, his arms flying up in the air. This was too much.
"He's under strict watch because he-" then Petunia went on about Harry being a criminal. She ovbiously didn't understand that Herrmione was a witch.
Harry looked over to Hermione for aproval and Hermione nodded vigerously. Harry took a deep breath and said quickly, "I go to school with Harry he's my best friend and I AM A WITCH!" Harry folded his arms and stared at them with triumph. Dudley looked disapointed and frightened and Petunia's lips pursed.
"Well, he won't be going," Petunia said coldly. Funny how one lttle insy weensy detail can make her do that. "And don't even threaten me with magic because I know your underage!" Petunia then grinned sickingly. Harry then said slyly, "I may be underage...but my parents aren't."
Harry helped Hermione with the suitcase and Hedwig's cage as it made a loud thump on each step. They dragged it outside and Harry mumbled in Hermione's ear, "Here goes Jenn..." and sure enough Jenn flew out of the car and helped Hermione with Harry's things. By the way, am I losing anyone here? I know it's confusing because Hermione is really Harry and we call him that but when people act strange torward him its weird and...OK, back to the story.
"H-Hi I'm Jenn and I'm Hermione's couzin," Jenn said all to quickly. Hermione gulped and nodded at her.
"Er...hi..." she said nervously. Harry would have acted near the same, only for a different reason. Jenn grinned and went on about how delightful the house was.
"It is beautiful," Harry said and smiled at Hermione who smiled back. She was happy he liked it.
"I'm sure it's wondorful," Hermione murmered and was seated between Harry and Jenn. Then Hermione remembered about her hair when she turned to speak with Harry. Her lips became thin and her eyes narrowed. She was going to speak to him about this later.
"Hi, Harry. I'm Niomi, Hermione's mother," She leaned back in the front seat to shake Hermione's hand.
"And I'm Bob, her father," he said. "Nice to meet you."
"You as well, thank you for taking me into your home for the summer," Hermione said politly...almost too politely. She wanted to hug them to death, she missed them.
"It's our pleasure. Hermione speaks highly about you," Niomi said.
Harry and Hermione blushed, although Hermione looked horrified. Jenn was confused by Harry's esxpression, which was truly Hermione who was embarrsed. She almost snapped at her mother, but of course how would that look? Well, that will come up soon enough. MWAWAWAWAWA! So, along the drive, Harry told Hermione about his summer so far, which he spoke highly of.
"Let Harry talk, sweety," Niomi said kindly, laughing a bit. Harry blushed deeply and then shook his head as Hermione began to speak. He didn't want it look like he was complaining. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and shut her mouth.
"I really don't...er....wanna talk about it,"Hermione said, anger clear in her voice. Niomi gave one of those dreaded pity looks and nodded her head, understanding. Harry flinched. He was increasingly hating it more and more. They drove in silence for s few moments, Harry and Hermione glancing at eachother, Hermione giving Harry a look that said I'm-so-gonna-kill-you-when-we-are-alone. Wow, how does she say such a complex message with a look? so, they drove for a few moments before Jenn spoke up.
"So, Harry, what is school like?" Jenn asked, although she knew what school was like. She just wanted to talk to Harry badly. Very badly. Perhaps if she tried hard enough she could even get him to go out with her. She knew Hermione didn't like him so that was no problem. Hermione went pale. This was going to be an interesting summer.
"Well, it's...er...fine. I'm sure Hermione-" she emphesized Hermione slightly and shot a glance at Harry-"has told you more than you need to know."
Harry laughed nervously. "Yes, she knows everything there is to know." He said with enthusiasm. He didn't want Hermione talking to her to much. Although it would be difficult. Jenn continued to blab on and on and on abut the house until Hermione couldn't take it anymore.
"Hermione has told me so much about the house at school and in letters," she said, hinting for her to shut up. Jenn said 'Oh' and then was silent. Harry glared at Hermione. She didn't have to be so rude. He would have at least listened for..er....a few more minutes. Jenn spoke up again.
"I hear that you've saved the magic world," Jenn said.
Hermione blushed. She felt like she was being conceited to say yes since it wasn't her. "Erm...yeah."
"That's really cool," Jenn said. "So your famous."
"It's not all it's cracked up to be," Harry mumbled. Hermione re-stated that to Jenn and Jenn gave her a look of unbelieving. They reached the house and Hermione sighed and smiled. She was finally home.
"Here we are!" Niomi said, walking through the picked gate. Hermione breathed in the air. It was sweet.
"It's beautiful," She mumbled and smiled at Harry who smiled back. They ran inside where Niomi had begun to cook.
"You can all look around the neighborhood if you like while I make some lunch for us," Niomi siad as pans clattered and one dropped to the floor. She scooped it up and bagan setting varius things on the counter and stove.
"She loves to cook," Jenn informed Hermione.
Before hermione could get a word out, Harry but in, "So does Harry! He loves to cook, although he's not very good." harry added.
"Hermione!" Jenn said, swatting Harry playfully on the arm. "That's not very nice."
"I'm a fine cook," Hermione said, glaring at Harry. Harry glared back. She was making him sound conceited, he thought. "Let me show you your room." Harry took Hermione's arm and led her upstairs. He shut the door to the guest room and turned around.
"FINALLY!" Hermione said. "I didn't think I could hold it in much longer! How could you do this-" she grabbed a chnk from her hair (remember, it's on harry)-"to my hair. I liked it how it was!"
"Why, Hermione? It was bushy and got in the way and these girls teased you about it. I was just helping!"
"HELPING?! Did I ever ask to be helped? I don't think I did, Harry. You ruined my hair. i never cared about what others thought and then you did...this! I don't need to change myself just so others will like me," Hermione spat and stomped out of the room to the guest room. Harry sat on the floor. It hadn't gone as planned. He would have hoped she loved it. But he knew how to make it up to her. Or at least try to...
"Her-Harry?" Harry knocked lightly on the guest room door. "We're going to the-" he exzagerated this word as Jenn had done. Like it was some wondorful thing.-"the mall. Are you coming?"
"Yes," hermione opened the door. It had only been a few minutes. But she had been so angry and blind. Harry's eyes widend with shock.
"No...." He breathed. "Y-you didn't."
Am I mean? YES I AM! Oh well. Too bad. Next chapter will come up later.