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A/N: Woo-hoo! My first review ever. Thanks Aeva. This chappy isn't much longer but I'll try and make them longer. So here it is.
The Leaky Cauldron
I sat there staring at Ron's letter for quite some time before what it said actually hit me. What did he mean "the Ministry has taken over owl post?" What was happening? I had gotten my Hogwarts letter so why was it that Ron wasn't sure if his letters would get through? A fluttery feeling started in my stomach and my face started to flush as I realized that Ron had sent me this letter. Plus he had written "Love, Ron" which caused a huge grin to spill across my face. Did he love me as a friend or did he love me as something more? Excitedly I re-read the letter and that was when I noticed the day Ron was going to be in Diagon Alley.
"The 13th? That's tomorrow," I screeched aloud to myself. Pig, who had hopped off my shoulder onto a nearby flower pot, squawked at my sudden outburst, gave me a disgruntled look, and flapped off toward home. Chuckling to myself, I decided that tomorrow was going to be the best day of my summer. I would see Ron Weasley, my crush since 4th year, and I would get to see my other best friend Harry Potter. Plus I would finally find out what was preventing the two of them from owling me. I swiftly stuffed the piece of parchment into my back pocket and managed to drag the chair back to its original resting-place. As soon as that was done I dashed back up to the house to let my mother in on the good news. My mum had to listen to me gush over Ron for half an hour before she could get me to let her head off to the grocery store to pick up some potatoes for dinner. Giggling like a madwoman I took the stairs two at a time as I galloped up to my room to plan an ensemble for the next day. After rummaging and trying on my entire closet, I finally settled on a blue and white flowered skirt with a matching blue tank top. Once that was done I flopped down on a plump couch in the living room and tried to re-read Hogwarts, A History for about the fiftieth time. After thirty minutes I realized that I was still on the same sentence I had started on. I stuffed my gold tasseled bookmark into the immense book, let my head flop back to rest on the couch cushion, and devoted the next couple hours to pondering over why in the world the Ministry of Magic would have taken over owl post. Was Cornelius Fudge up to another one of his idiotic games or was Voldemort the cause of the new arrangements? I had canceled my subscription to the Daily Prophet last year but now I was wishing I hadn't done that. It was a pain not knowing what was going on in your own world, but usually I could rely on Ron for news every now and then. It made absolutely no sense to stop the post. Now killing all the muggle-born witches and wizards would be like taking candy from a baby. Groaning silently, I reluctantly picked myself up off the couch and headed into the kitchen to see what I could scrounge up for lunch.
"Alright sweetie pea we'll go drive around London for a while and maybe stop for a cup of coffee. You go ahead and meet your friends. Your father and I will be back at...let's say 1 o'clock. We can all stop and have a bite of lunch together. Be careful Hermione. We love you," and with that said my father steered the family car back into traffic. I was standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron with a wad of muggle money in my pocket and a nervous look on my face. I had gotten up extra early this morning to make sure I was on time and it was just now 5 till 8. Glancing down at my clothes I thought that maybe I was a little overdressed for the run-down looking building in front of me. Sighing, I told myself that I looked nice and pulled the door of the Leaky Cauldron open. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark interior but once they had I started looking around for Harry and Ron. The room was far from crowded but there were a few shabby looking witches and wizards positioned by the fireside. It was already warm outside so the fire made the little room unbearably stuffy. Settling myself into an overstuffed armchair in the corner I settled my eyes on a nearby pair of elderly gentleman who were deeply entrenched in a heated debate on some no doubt pointless subject. Sighing to myself, I started to drift into a stupor when I heard one of the gentleman whisper (or so he thought), "Augustus! Be reasonable. This is just another one of Fudge's pointless attempts at looking like he's actually doing something useful. The old fool is more trouble than he's worth in my opinion. Next thing you know he'll be ordering us all to plug up our bloody fire places so he can monitor the floo system. Load of rubbish if you ask me. " This particular comment caught my attention, but just as I was about to focus my attention on what else the man was saying a loud shout came from behind me.
"Hermione! Hermione! I'm so glad to see you," was all I heard before two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me up against a muscular chest. Breathing in the familiar scent of cinnamon, I happily snuggled my head into the shoulder of the tall read head embracing me. After what seemed an eternity a faint snort came from someone standing nearby and, blushing, I glanced up into the blue eyes grinning down at me.
"Hey Ron," I whispered as I shifted my gaze down to study a piece of garbage on the floor that had suddenly become very captivating.
With a teasing note in his voice Ron asked, "Did you miss me?"
I looked up and the lopsided grin that flashed before my eyes caused a warm fuzzy feeling to bubble up in my stomach. I gawked at his handsome face but after a few moments I tore my gaze away. Glancing around I noticed that Harry was leaning against a nearby table. He had a smug look on his face as if he was the proverbial cat and he had just landed the fattest canary known to man.
"Hey Potty. I'm quite upset at you for not writing to me and now you don't even bother to hug me? I'm hurt," I quipped at the tall boy with the tousled black hair. Grinning he stepped over and embraced me in a quick hug. Smiling I glanced over at Ron who looked as though he had swallowed a tarantula. As soon as he caught me looking he grinned and I wrote it off as my imagination just working overboard.
"Well why don't we head over to Gringotts? I need to pick up some money and I know Hermione will need to exchange her money," said Harry suddenly, as his previous smirk slid back into place. Hoping that the smirk didn't mean he had guessed that I liked Ron, I quickly agreed with Harry's suggestion and the three of us exited the Leaky Cauldron.
A/N: Hope you all liked it. And please anyone reading this review. I'm not sure if this is even worth going on with so please review. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up soon. Lots of love. - Miss Dissendium
A/N: Woo-hoo! My first review ever. Thanks Aeva. This chappy isn't much longer but I'll try and make them longer. So here it is.
The Leaky Cauldron
I sat there staring at Ron's letter for quite some time before what it said actually hit me. What did he mean "the Ministry has taken over owl post?" What was happening? I had gotten my Hogwarts letter so why was it that Ron wasn't sure if his letters would get through? A fluttery feeling started in my stomach and my face started to flush as I realized that Ron had sent me this letter. Plus he had written "Love, Ron" which caused a huge grin to spill across my face. Did he love me as a friend or did he love me as something more? Excitedly I re-read the letter and that was when I noticed the day Ron was going to be in Diagon Alley.
"The 13th? That's tomorrow," I screeched aloud to myself. Pig, who had hopped off my shoulder onto a nearby flower pot, squawked at my sudden outburst, gave me a disgruntled look, and flapped off toward home. Chuckling to myself, I decided that tomorrow was going to be the best day of my summer. I would see Ron Weasley, my crush since 4th year, and I would get to see my other best friend Harry Potter. Plus I would finally find out what was preventing the two of them from owling me. I swiftly stuffed the piece of parchment into my back pocket and managed to drag the chair back to its original resting-place. As soon as that was done I dashed back up to the house to let my mother in on the good news. My mum had to listen to me gush over Ron for half an hour before she could get me to let her head off to the grocery store to pick up some potatoes for dinner. Giggling like a madwoman I took the stairs two at a time as I galloped up to my room to plan an ensemble for the next day. After rummaging and trying on my entire closet, I finally settled on a blue and white flowered skirt with a matching blue tank top. Once that was done I flopped down on a plump couch in the living room and tried to re-read Hogwarts, A History for about the fiftieth time. After thirty minutes I realized that I was still on the same sentence I had started on. I stuffed my gold tasseled bookmark into the immense book, let my head flop back to rest on the couch cushion, and devoted the next couple hours to pondering over why in the world the Ministry of Magic would have taken over owl post. Was Cornelius Fudge up to another one of his idiotic games or was Voldemort the cause of the new arrangements? I had canceled my subscription to the Daily Prophet last year but now I was wishing I hadn't done that. It was a pain not knowing what was going on in your own world, but usually I could rely on Ron for news every now and then. It made absolutely no sense to stop the post. Now killing all the muggle-born witches and wizards would be like taking candy from a baby. Groaning silently, I reluctantly picked myself up off the couch and headed into the kitchen to see what I could scrounge up for lunch.
"Alright sweetie pea we'll go drive around London for a while and maybe stop for a cup of coffee. You go ahead and meet your friends. Your father and I will be back at...let's say 1 o'clock. We can all stop and have a bite of lunch together. Be careful Hermione. We love you," and with that said my father steered the family car back into traffic. I was standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron with a wad of muggle money in my pocket and a nervous look on my face. I had gotten up extra early this morning to make sure I was on time and it was just now 5 till 8. Glancing down at my clothes I thought that maybe I was a little overdressed for the run-down looking building in front of me. Sighing, I told myself that I looked nice and pulled the door of the Leaky Cauldron open. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark interior but once they had I started looking around for Harry and Ron. The room was far from crowded but there were a few shabby looking witches and wizards positioned by the fireside. It was already warm outside so the fire made the little room unbearably stuffy. Settling myself into an overstuffed armchair in the corner I settled my eyes on a nearby pair of elderly gentleman who were deeply entrenched in a heated debate on some no doubt pointless subject. Sighing to myself, I started to drift into a stupor when I heard one of the gentleman whisper (or so he thought), "Augustus! Be reasonable. This is just another one of Fudge's pointless attempts at looking like he's actually doing something useful. The old fool is more trouble than he's worth in my opinion. Next thing you know he'll be ordering us all to plug up our bloody fire places so he can monitor the floo system. Load of rubbish if you ask me. " This particular comment caught my attention, but just as I was about to focus my attention on what else the man was saying a loud shout came from behind me.
"Hermione! Hermione! I'm so glad to see you," was all I heard before two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me up against a muscular chest. Breathing in the familiar scent of cinnamon, I happily snuggled my head into the shoulder of the tall read head embracing me. After what seemed an eternity a faint snort came from someone standing nearby and, blushing, I glanced up into the blue eyes grinning down at me.
"Hey Ron," I whispered as I shifted my gaze down to study a piece of garbage on the floor that had suddenly become very captivating.
With a teasing note in his voice Ron asked, "Did you miss me?"
I looked up and the lopsided grin that flashed before my eyes caused a warm fuzzy feeling to bubble up in my stomach. I gawked at his handsome face but after a few moments I tore my gaze away. Glancing around I noticed that Harry was leaning against a nearby table. He had a smug look on his face as if he was the proverbial cat and he had just landed the fattest canary known to man.
"Hey Potty. I'm quite upset at you for not writing to me and now you don't even bother to hug me? I'm hurt," I quipped at the tall boy with the tousled black hair. Grinning he stepped over and embraced me in a quick hug. Smiling I glanced over at Ron who looked as though he had swallowed a tarantula. As soon as he caught me looking he grinned and I wrote it off as my imagination just working overboard.
"Well why don't we head over to Gringotts? I need to pick up some money and I know Hermione will need to exchange her money," said Harry suddenly, as his previous smirk slid back into place. Hoping that the smirk didn't mean he had guessed that I liked Ron, I quickly agreed with Harry's suggestion and the three of us exited the Leaky Cauldron.
A/N: Hope you all liked it. And please anyone reading this review. I'm not sure if this is even worth going on with so please review. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up soon. Lots of love. - Miss Dissendium
