Disclaimer: See chapter six.
"Mmmmmm… salad good."
"Honestly, could you swallow before you talk?" Hermione stifled back laughter as she watched her friend pourmore honey mustard dressing over the crisp green leaves. "You're exactly like Ron: Stuff your face, then talk. Y'all could just screw swallowing."
"Hmm," Lauren swallowed before replying, "Y'all said with an English accent…"
"Stuff it."
"I will, thank you." With that, Lauren proceeded to move the dressing-glazed lettuce leaves to her mouth till no more would go in.
"You're hopeless."
Arms linked, Lauren window-shopped while Hermione showed her around. They chatted about school and which teachers were real bitches. Well, mostly about Lauren's school life. Hermione didn't want to talk about Hogwarts and, though she was dying to know, Lauren never asked.
"Hey, this looks like a cute place. Wanna go in?"
Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and saw where they were.
"We should get back. We've still got a lot of boxes to unpack."
"Wha—" Lauren cut herself off when she saw Hermione stiffen. She did not want to be within aten miles radius of the place from the look on her face. "C'mon, let's go then. Can we stop for some ice cream? I saw this place a little ways back..."
Hermione let a small, partially forced,laugh escape as Lauren swung them around, "You really are like Ron—"
Both girls stopped as they ran straight into a man heading, without doubt, to the pub Lauren had been looking at no more than seconds before. He was at least a head taller than the girls. It didn't look like he worked out much and his red hair was a mess. Lauren notice he was staring hard at them. No, not them,just at Hermione. She turned and saw Hermione returning his gaze with a determinded look in her eyes. Her lip quivered ever so slightly, but enough for Lauren to know who ever this guy was, he needed to just fuck off.
"Dude, didn't your mommy ever teach you it's rude to stare? Or do you want me to give you a couple black eyes so you won't? Just go away. Oh and get a haircut. You look like a boggart got the better of you. C'mon." With that, not even noticing she used a magical creature to compare the guy to, Lauren dragged Hermione away towards the little ice cream shop a few blocks down. The staring contest shattered, theman turned and watched them as Hermione let herself be pulled away rather willingly, not looking back.
Lauren, on the other hand, noticed. Sheturned around and with a quiet "You asked for it" let her fist fly, hitting her mark. Herhand was a light shade of blue from the bloodrushing there from the force of the blow. Lauren went back to Hermione and continued to drag her to the ice cream shop, leaving Mr. CarrotHead to get his butt of the street and walk into the pub with a hand over his eye. From the corner of her eye, Lauren saw a smile struggling to form on Hermione's reluctant lips.
The pair got their ice cream and went back to tearing down the the cardboard walls of the maze within their apartment.
teenwriter22- now that i think about it, the mystery guy can't be harry... unless i want to rewrite the last sentence in chapter... something... which i'm too lazy to do :)
draco- 2, ron- 2 not helping too much... :)
