Dawn.
It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning when Hermione awoke to the rays of sunlight pouring down upon her bed, causing the dust in the air to be caught and glisten in the amazing rays. Hermione was shocked to realise that it was nearly an hour after her normal holiday "wake-up time"; but it was just so comfortable lying there in Ginny's wooden four-poster bed, she had her bushy head on the pink feather-stuffed pillow and the rest of her slim frame was curled up under the large patchwork quilt- a couple minutes longer than usual couldn't hurt. Hermione was so glad to be back at the burrow, to see all of the usual sights and feel the comfort, which was impossible to feel anywhere else in the world- even her IKEA, bunk bed at her parents' house wasn't nearly as cosy as the one she was resting in at that particular moment. Hermione loved everything in the burrow, from Ginny lying in a sleeping bag at the foot of the bed, to the gnomes, which ran around, playing tag through the rose bushes in the garden.
Hermione sat up and arranged the pillows behind her, so as she could rest her back comfortably on them. She did this as silently as possible, so as not to wake Ginny. Hermione rubbed her eyes and leant over the bed to pick up a book, which had been left on the floor barely twelve hours ago. It was a book entitled "1000 And One Career Choices For The Modern Witch", Hermione flicked through the yellowing pages to the section on "Charity Work", and then she settled down to read the extremely small chapter.
So, you want to do charity work ... (why?), I mean, good for you! Surprisingly, There aren't that many jobs in the present wizarding world
for the next Mother Teresa (a muggle woman who devoted her life to help others around her), the only job opening (I say this because no-one ever takes the job) I am aware of is based in the Ministry of Magic (MOM), the
job is set on helping magical creatures less able than yourself. To complete the job, you'd have to become- what muggles call- a social worker.
You'd have to visit the creatures, making sure they are aware of there
rights (some may turn violent if you suggest they don't know already), giving them a small but healthy amount of money to give them a better value of life (some may turn violent if you suggest they are poor) and give out clothes and/or sheets to make sure they stay warm throughout the day and night (they are likely to turn violent when you point out that they are no different to wizards, who can feel and suffer from the cold). Taking all this in I plead with you to re-think this career and go down the next best path- Teaching! As you'd still be devoting your life to others and helping
them make their way through this harsh world.
And that was it, a one page long chapter. "Maybe he's got a point ... I mean, I'd love to be a teacher, I've got the right OWLs for the job and Merlin knows I've spent the last five years of my life teaching the difference between right and wrong to Harry and Ron. Hey, and I could then teach all my students about the harsh lives of house-elves and order them to set their (if they have any) house-elves free ... the ones which work in their homes, anyway." Hermione thought to her self.
From upstairs, Hermione heard Ron get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, flush the toilet and walk downstairs- past her door. "Time I went downstairs", Hermione muttered to her self. 'What a coincidence' said a little voice in her head in a smug voice. "Oh, shut up" Hermione thought angrily. And she pulled on her dressing gown, slipped on her slippers and gave her out-of-control mane a brush. As she sneaked out of the room, she heard the low rumbles of her fellow housemates as they awoke on this August morning.
As Hermione tiptoed, into the kitchen she came face to face with the one and only Ron Weasley. "Hiya, wan' some t-t-t-toast?" Ron asked, yawning widely.
Hope you liked it so far, I've got some wicked ideas for the next chapters. Type them up ASAP for you and get ready to feel the love between these two. Yay! Hermione and Ron forever!!! 3 3 3
It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning when Hermione awoke to the rays of sunlight pouring down upon her bed, causing the dust in the air to be caught and glisten in the amazing rays. Hermione was shocked to realise that it was nearly an hour after her normal holiday "wake-up time"; but it was just so comfortable lying there in Ginny's wooden four-poster bed, she had her bushy head on the pink feather-stuffed pillow and the rest of her slim frame was curled up under the large patchwork quilt- a couple minutes longer than usual couldn't hurt. Hermione was so glad to be back at the burrow, to see all of the usual sights and feel the comfort, which was impossible to feel anywhere else in the world- even her IKEA, bunk bed at her parents' house wasn't nearly as cosy as the one she was resting in at that particular moment. Hermione loved everything in the burrow, from Ginny lying in a sleeping bag at the foot of the bed, to the gnomes, which ran around, playing tag through the rose bushes in the garden.
Hermione sat up and arranged the pillows behind her, so as she could rest her back comfortably on them. She did this as silently as possible, so as not to wake Ginny. Hermione rubbed her eyes and leant over the bed to pick up a book, which had been left on the floor barely twelve hours ago. It was a book entitled "1000 And One Career Choices For The Modern Witch", Hermione flicked through the yellowing pages to the section on "Charity Work", and then she settled down to read the extremely small chapter.
So, you want to do charity work ... (why?), I mean, good for you! Surprisingly, There aren't that many jobs in the present wizarding world
for the next Mother Teresa (a muggle woman who devoted her life to help others around her), the only job opening (I say this because no-one ever takes the job) I am aware of is based in the Ministry of Magic (MOM), the
job is set on helping magical creatures less able than yourself. To complete the job, you'd have to become- what muggles call- a social worker.
You'd have to visit the creatures, making sure they are aware of there
rights (some may turn violent if you suggest they don't know already), giving them a small but healthy amount of money to give them a better value of life (some may turn violent if you suggest they are poor) and give out clothes and/or sheets to make sure they stay warm throughout the day and night (they are likely to turn violent when you point out that they are no different to wizards, who can feel and suffer from the cold). Taking all this in I plead with you to re-think this career and go down the next best path- Teaching! As you'd still be devoting your life to others and helping
them make their way through this harsh world.
And that was it, a one page long chapter. "Maybe he's got a point ... I mean, I'd love to be a teacher, I've got the right OWLs for the job and Merlin knows I've spent the last five years of my life teaching the difference between right and wrong to Harry and Ron. Hey, and I could then teach all my students about the harsh lives of house-elves and order them to set their (if they have any) house-elves free ... the ones which work in their homes, anyway." Hermione thought to her self.
From upstairs, Hermione heard Ron get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, flush the toilet and walk downstairs- past her door. "Time I went downstairs", Hermione muttered to her self. 'What a coincidence' said a little voice in her head in a smug voice. "Oh, shut up" Hermione thought angrily. And she pulled on her dressing gown, slipped on her slippers and gave her out-of-control mane a brush. As she sneaked out of the room, she heard the low rumbles of her fellow housemates as they awoke on this August morning.
As Hermione tiptoed, into the kitchen she came face to face with the one and only Ron Weasley. "Hiya, wan' some t-t-t-toast?" Ron asked, yawning widely.
Hope you liked it so far, I've got some wicked ideas for the next chapters. Type them up ASAP for you and get ready to feel the love between these two. Yay! Hermione and Ron forever!!! 3 3 3