"Ahh, the pleasures of alcohol. To think I was never a drinker back in college. Oh, I was silly." Hermione stumbled to a chair with a giggle. Now at the age 25, Hermione was no longer the bushy-haired, plain child with a rather nasty overbite. She had grown taller, her breasts had doubled in sizes (if you consider going from a "nearly a" to a "small c" an accomplishment), and she had cut her hair to just above her shoulders, which had turned out surprisingly well.
However at the moment, Hermione was not looking too attractive. This was not exactly shocking considering the fact her last shower had been precisely three and a half days ago. Things hadn't been going too well lately.
"Dear, the door was unlocked so I just came in, you know you should really lock your door. Your neighbor was looking at me strangely when I walked in. There's something suspicious about him and I don't like it at all. Never really liked the bastard in the first place. Was always-" Mrs. Granger stopped rambling as she turned the corner stepping into Hermione's bedroom. Her eyes wondered slowly around the room, first on the dirty laundry pile, then on the beer bottles scattered on the floor, and lastly on her daughter smiling drunkenly as she hummed the theme song to Friends.
"Oh, honey. What? What is this? What are you doing? I mean, is everything alright?" Hermione never did reply. With one last sight, Hermione passed out on the floor.
Two Hours Later:
Hermione blinked a few times. "Where am I," she said out loud, her vision still blurry.
"You're in your house," grumbled Ginny Weasly. Hermione blinked once more until a redheaded young woman scowling at her came into view.
"Ginny!" Hermione flung her arms around her friend. "I haven't seen you in weeks. Uhh, where's my mom?" Ginny smiled uneasily.
"She left. She called me and asked me to come over. She looked pretty upset. And good lord, I can see why. You look like a mess," Ginny pealed Hermione's arms off of her. "How about you go clean up and then me and you can have a nice chat. I'll go make us some lunch. Bloody hell, I'm starved." And with that Ginny ran off to the kitchen. Hermione realized how much she had missed her friend. She had been distant lately and she really appreciated Ginny coming over. Hermione stripped and stepped into the shower. In a mere second, warm water was running all over her body. It felt wonderful. If she had enough money to not care about her water bill, Hermione would've stayed in there all day, but unfortunately money was a problem. Of course to make up for the past couple days, Hermione stayed in there a few minutes longer then slowly turned the shower off, throwing on a pair of shorts and an old sweatshirt that said Hogwarts across the front. Right as she walked out, she was pushed into a chair and a big tray of waffles, scrambled eggs, and a tall glass of orange juice landed in her lap.
"Okay, start talking." Ginny exclaimed. Hermione laughed and took a big bite of the waffles and then the eggs. They tasted great.
"Wow Ginny. Where'd you look to cook so well?" Hermione cried. Ginny glared at her at first for changing the subject but also blushed at the compliment.
"Well Nevile's grandmother showed me a few tricks. Nevile's so used to his grandmother's cooking that when we married he expected big meals three times a day. It was rather frustrated so I seeked help." Ginny said. Hermione laughed.
"His grandmother eh? Still alive and kicking? What a miracle." She chuckled once more. Ginny nodded at her friend's comment.
"Enough about the food. What's going on with your life? You seem a little, umm, out of it lately." Ginny whispered. Hermione sighed.
"I thought I was doing fine since the divorce and all, but then on my way home from work I saw Harry." Hermione swallowed quickly. "He was with Cho Chang. You should've seen the two of them! It had only been two months since Harry and me and here he was making out with Cho in public, two streets away from where I live!"
Ginny patted Hermione's back in sympathy. "You need to go out. Go exploring. Meet a man. Dear lord, something." Ginny let out a snicker. "There's always Ron." With that remark, Hermione glared at Ginny. She just laughed.
"No, really though. I think I have the solution. Well you see. I won this ticket on a radio show last week and it's no good to me though it sounds like a bloody good time. It's a singles tour bus. You first get a first class plane ticket to America and then you get on a bus with a bunch of singles and you travel around the United States. It sounds brilliant to me. How 'bout it?" Ginny asked finally taking a breath.
Hermione just stood there for a minute. "Wow Ginny." She said. It seemed like too much and right as Hermione was going to refuse, a picture of Harry and Cho kissing popped into her mind. Hermione winced at the memory.
"When do I leave?"
A/N: So that's the first chapter. I was just trying to introduce the fact that Hermione was divorced to Harry and of course she will soon be beginning her journey. XD I can't wait. I wonder who she'll meet there…De dum de dum. Well the thing that ticks me off most is when I write all this and then nobody reviews so please review. I will gladly review a story or more of yours then. Ilove my reviewers!!!