IMPORTANT NOTE: Notice the rating change. It's for language, which appears
in later chapters too.
Disclaimer: Lets just say for one minute that I owned Harry.. Harry's mother is still alive, Sirius is still alive, Snape is dead (but he's a hero), Ron and Hermione have twins, and everyone is happy, but the writing sucks. I'll let JK have them.
Chapter 5: Surprises and Disappointments
(Authors Note: No happy endings yet. If I get ten good reviews, I might post chapter 6 by the end of September. If I get five negative reviews, I'm taking this story down.)
Hermione was sitting on the far side of the orchard when the storm began. She was staring into the sky, thinking very deeply about the boy who had been haunting her dreams for months, and didn't notice the large black clouds that tumbled into view. Harry had taken an early afternoon walk with Ginny down to the village, leaving Hermione with her tumble of emotions that needed to be organized.
'I feel like I'm in a cheesy soap opera,' she thought. 'It's as if the writers don't like me.'
"I wish this was only a soap opera," she said, but didn't realize she had said it out loud until she heard an answering voice from behind.
While she had been sitting there, attempting to organize her life so that she could analyze it, one tall, lanky, red-haired boy had crept up through the woods and was standing behind her.
"What's a soap opera?" he asked.
Hermione turned around sharply. "Ron! What are you doing here?"
Before she could get a reply, the sky rumbled and let loose its icy and very wet fury.
Harry and Ginny had a pleasant time wandering through the village and peering into the shop windows at the customers and shop-keepers, who all seemed to know each other. Ginny had spotted the rain clouds and had suggested that they leave, when Harry spotted something very unusual.
"Look," he whispered to Ginny, "its Lorie and Ron. I didn't know they were coming here."
Ginny looked in the direction that Harry had been pointing. She squinted against the sun towards the couple standing in front of Greg's Good Groceries. She suddenly gasped.
"That's not Ron!" she exclaimed.
Hermione and Ron ran for the cover of the garden shed, which was a couple hundred yards from where Hermione had been sitting. When Ron had shoved the door open and both soaked teenagers stumbled inside, Hermione remembered what Ron had been doing before the storm. "I thought you were at Lorie's," she said. "You were mad at Harry, Ginny, and me." Ron half-smiled, then said slowly, "Yeah, I went to Lorie's house." "Then why are you here?" "Well.. It's a long story." Hermione sat on a box labeled "plugs" and clasped her hands. "The storm isn't letting up anytime soon," she said, and looked up at him expectantly. Ron looked perplexed. "Do you really want to know?" "Of course." "I'm not sure I want to tell you. You'll laugh at me." "Since when does my opinion matter to you?" Hermione asked, smiling slightly. Ron sat down on the "light bulbs and batteries" box and leaned forward on his elbows. "Alright, I'll tell, but you'll just say 'I told you so.'" "I promise not to." "You swear?" "Yes! Just get on with it. Spit it out!" "Okay." Ron took a deep breath. "Well, I went to Lorie's house, and she broke up with me." Hermione toppled off her box. "What?!"
Harry and Ginny ran to hide behind a large barrel of fish. Lorie and the other boy were conversing in hushed tones; Lorie was looking around to make sure they weren't being over-heard or noticed. Lorie giggled at something the young man said and was pulled behind the store. Harry and Ginny crept forward to peer behind the small, squat building. Harry nearly gagged at the sight that met his eyes.
Lorie and her new boyfriend were snogging each other senseless. The boy was practically crushing her against the wall. Lorie lifted her legs and jumped onto her boyfriend so that he was carrying her; meanwhile, their lips were still crushed together.
Ginny jumped away from the eyesore and hurried away from the store. She looked a little bit green, and Harry couldn't blame her; he felt sick himself.
"I'm going to have nightmares for the rest of my life," she said hoarsely.
"Me too. What do we tell Ron?" Harry was nervous about getting on Ron's bad/worse side.
"The truth. Maybe he'll break up with her," Ginny said nervously; even as she said it, she knew it was wistful thinking. Ron would be at them in a second and call them liars if they even tried to mention or hint that Lorie might be cheating on him.
Suddenly, Ginny burst out, "The slutty wanker better keep away from Ron; she's the kind who will bump tummies with any one."
Harry laughed. "Hermione would wash your mouth out if she heard your talk."
Ginny grinned sheepishly, "Hermione might, but my mum certainly would."
As the rain clouds loomed closer, Ginny and Harry dashed home.
Seamus leaned back in his chair. He had sent the letters that had been copied in his perfect forgery with two separate owls and was very proud of himself; they were probably his best work yet.
"Lunch!" his mother called up the stairs.
He hid the original letters in his desk were his parents couldn't find them and hurried downstairs. All this counterfeiting made him hungry!
`Did you like it? Hate it? Things are going to get pretty complicated now. I hope you all enjoyed this presentation of chapter five. Please join in next time for chapter six and thank you for reading fanfiction.net!
Disclaimer: Lets just say for one minute that I owned Harry.. Harry's mother is still alive, Sirius is still alive, Snape is dead (but he's a hero), Ron and Hermione have twins, and everyone is happy, but the writing sucks. I'll let JK have them.
Chapter 5: Surprises and Disappointments
(Authors Note: No happy endings yet. If I get ten good reviews, I might post chapter 6 by the end of September. If I get five negative reviews, I'm taking this story down.)
Hermione was sitting on the far side of the orchard when the storm began. She was staring into the sky, thinking very deeply about the boy who had been haunting her dreams for months, and didn't notice the large black clouds that tumbled into view. Harry had taken an early afternoon walk with Ginny down to the village, leaving Hermione with her tumble of emotions that needed to be organized.
'I feel like I'm in a cheesy soap opera,' she thought. 'It's as if the writers don't like me.'
"I wish this was only a soap opera," she said, but didn't realize she had said it out loud until she heard an answering voice from behind.
While she had been sitting there, attempting to organize her life so that she could analyze it, one tall, lanky, red-haired boy had crept up through the woods and was standing behind her.
"What's a soap opera?" he asked.
Hermione turned around sharply. "Ron! What are you doing here?"
Before she could get a reply, the sky rumbled and let loose its icy and very wet fury.
Harry and Ginny had a pleasant time wandering through the village and peering into the shop windows at the customers and shop-keepers, who all seemed to know each other. Ginny had spotted the rain clouds and had suggested that they leave, when Harry spotted something very unusual.
"Look," he whispered to Ginny, "its Lorie and Ron. I didn't know they were coming here."
Ginny looked in the direction that Harry had been pointing. She squinted against the sun towards the couple standing in front of Greg's Good Groceries. She suddenly gasped.
"That's not Ron!" she exclaimed.
Hermione and Ron ran for the cover of the garden shed, which was a couple hundred yards from where Hermione had been sitting. When Ron had shoved the door open and both soaked teenagers stumbled inside, Hermione remembered what Ron had been doing before the storm. "I thought you were at Lorie's," she said. "You were mad at Harry, Ginny, and me." Ron half-smiled, then said slowly, "Yeah, I went to Lorie's house." "Then why are you here?" "Well.. It's a long story." Hermione sat on a box labeled "plugs" and clasped her hands. "The storm isn't letting up anytime soon," she said, and looked up at him expectantly. Ron looked perplexed. "Do you really want to know?" "Of course." "I'm not sure I want to tell you. You'll laugh at me." "Since when does my opinion matter to you?" Hermione asked, smiling slightly. Ron sat down on the "light bulbs and batteries" box and leaned forward on his elbows. "Alright, I'll tell, but you'll just say 'I told you so.'" "I promise not to." "You swear?" "Yes! Just get on with it. Spit it out!" "Okay." Ron took a deep breath. "Well, I went to Lorie's house, and she broke up with me." Hermione toppled off her box. "What?!"
Harry and Ginny ran to hide behind a large barrel of fish. Lorie and the other boy were conversing in hushed tones; Lorie was looking around to make sure they weren't being over-heard or noticed. Lorie giggled at something the young man said and was pulled behind the store. Harry and Ginny crept forward to peer behind the small, squat building. Harry nearly gagged at the sight that met his eyes.
Lorie and her new boyfriend were snogging each other senseless. The boy was practically crushing her against the wall. Lorie lifted her legs and jumped onto her boyfriend so that he was carrying her; meanwhile, their lips were still crushed together.
Ginny jumped away from the eyesore and hurried away from the store. She looked a little bit green, and Harry couldn't blame her; he felt sick himself.
"I'm going to have nightmares for the rest of my life," she said hoarsely.
"Me too. What do we tell Ron?" Harry was nervous about getting on Ron's bad/worse side.
"The truth. Maybe he'll break up with her," Ginny said nervously; even as she said it, she knew it was wistful thinking. Ron would be at them in a second and call them liars if they even tried to mention or hint that Lorie might be cheating on him.
Suddenly, Ginny burst out, "The slutty wanker better keep away from Ron; she's the kind who will bump tummies with any one."
Harry laughed. "Hermione would wash your mouth out if she heard your talk."
Ginny grinned sheepishly, "Hermione might, but my mum certainly would."
As the rain clouds loomed closer, Ginny and Harry dashed home.
Seamus leaned back in his chair. He had sent the letters that had been copied in his perfect forgery with two separate owls and was very proud of himself; they were probably his best work yet.
"Lunch!" his mother called up the stairs.
He hid the original letters in his desk were his parents couldn't find them and hurried downstairs. All this counterfeiting made him hungry!
`Did you like it? Hate it? Things are going to get pretty complicated now. I hope you all enjoyed this presentation of chapter five. Please join in next time for chapter six and thank you for reading fanfiction.net!