Chapter four; guest room and a cozy café.
Disclaimer: I wish I was JK Rowling, but unfortunately, I'm not. So screw you lawyers.
A/n…I figured out italics!!! YAY!!!
Here goes
Harry and Hermione had just arrived at the house and Harry personally thought its size could rival Hogwarts. Oh how he missed Hogwarts…Harry thought that if he could be any place in the world right now, it would be Hogwarts or the burrow-not that he wasn't looking forward to spending time with Hermione. It was just… he imagined that he would end up spending a lot of time reading his term books and to be honest, that didn't sound like much fun to him…
HERMIONES POV
"Harry looks like a fish!" I thought giggling a bit. "He's gaping at the house like he's never seen one before!" "Harry, what's wrong with you?" "Nothing, nothing at all, its just that your house is so big!" he replied. "Oh yea…we get that a lot…anyways, I know this great café just down the street! We can go there after we unpack your stuff." I said. "Okay, that sounds great!" He replied enthusiastically.
END POV
Harry was relieved that the first thing they were going to do was go to a café. For a bit he thought that all they would do was sit around and read. "Hey Harry, lets get your stuff inside before it rains," Hermione Advised. "Huh? What? Oh yea, we better," Harry agreed, snapping out of his stupor and picking up his trunk. "
C'mon Harry. The guest bedroom's this way.
She led him up the front walk and into the house and a fairly steady pace and paused at the small entrance hall so he could soak it all up. "Ready?" she asked. "Wow, Hermione, your house is amazing!" he practically screamed like an enthused five year old. "But yes, I'm ready. Let's go." He replied.
She then proceeded to lead him up the stairs, which were very large indeed and wound back on itself like a hotel's about six times, each one weave having a small landing with a door leading to a fairly large hallway with about three or four rooms per floor. "Hermione, your house is the size of Hogwarts! He practically screamed once more. "No its not. Don't be silly Harry." Hermione replied with a giggle. "Compared to the dursleys it is." He said once more.
They proceeded to climb to the top, with each weave getting a little harder with Harry's trunk weighing him down a bit. After about five minutes of climbing and a conversation about books and quidditch, they finally reached the top. She then led him down to the end of the hall way, pausing at the middle to point out the bathroom and then continued walking. When they reached the last door on the left, Hermione stopped and pointed to the door "this is your room. It will remain your room for whenever you might come to visit me. Should it be Christmas or a few months after graduation." "my room is the first door on the right" she added. "well, lets go inside then," she offered. "Okie doke." Harry replied. He opened to door to his new bedroom and almost fainted. "It's huge!" he thought. He stepped across the 'threshold and set down his trunk exhaustedly. The walls were a low blue in color, and there was a huge window on the far wall over looking the garden. "Its beautiful!" He thought.
The bed was an enormous king sized four poster with red curtains. There was a small oak desk in the left corner, with a high backed oak stained* chair, making it a brownish red in color. The handles on the desk were intricately carved penguins (I love penguins). There was a small lamp on the desk that seemed to almost be a part of the desk. In the opposite corner there was a small water chair,** which looked to be very comfortable. There was a rug on the floor with a picture of dental floss on it. "Figures." Harry thought.
"I'm going to do something I always wanted to do. JUMP ON THE BED!!" he screamed. Hermione grabbed the back of his shirt and warned him that It was a water bed and would pop if he jumped on it. "Crap!" Harry said sadly.
LATER
They were walking down the street towards the café, and conversing about various topics from SPEW (what does that mean again-something about house elf rights) to quidditch to ways to kill Malfoy. Hermione giggled at some of the ways Malfoy could be killed (See fic 'ways to kill ____' by me-I haven't published it yet so yea.)
When they arrived in the neighbor hood that the café was in Harry was surprised. He expected it to be a fairly large neighborhood but was indeed wrong. It was a very tiny neighborhood with about three or four shops in the shopping center.
They walked up to the door of the café and found a booth. It was a small little booth and was indeed cozy. "Hermione, what's the name of this café?" Harry asked. "its called cozy café." She replied. "Why?" "Oh, just wondering. But its true. This place is very cozy indeed." (lets see…..I wanna get another one twenty words…) "that's true Harry."
"Hello, I'm roger-john and I'll be your server for today." The man said in a rather gay voice (yes, he's gay.) "Umm yes, I'll take a straight coffee with a bit of sugar and cream on the side." Harry said. "I'll take a frappichino (did I spell that right) and a bit of sugar on the side." Hermione said. "coming right up dearies!" said the Gay waiter.
"Man, is that guy gay, or is that guy gay?" whispered once the man was out of ear-shot. "HARRY!! What a rude thing to say about such I nice man. Although, I do have to agree with you." CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! "what was that!?!?!?" screamed Hermione. "calm down Hermione, it was just thunder." Erm, harry?" yes?" "I'm frightened of thunder." "Oh, I didn't know that. I guess we'll just have to wait out the storm in here then." Harry reassured her. "Erm…okay Harry." Hermione replied.
"here you go dearies." The gay waiter said.
A/N. my longest evr!!! YAY!!!
I got another review. Thank you my kind reviewer. I will now extend Rons life to two more chapters, and maybe kill of mr weasley instead. Oh well R/R if u want them to live!! No flames plz my fireplace is burnin strong on its own thnx.
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