Hi everyone! My real name's Kate, and I'm new to FanFiction – this is the first story I wrote for FanFiction, but the second one I've actually posted so far, so be easy on me! This is another Draco-Hermione romance fic (Aaaww, aren't those two just so cute together?) and the rating at the moment is PG-13. This may change, but it's looking unlikely at the moment. Reviews would be great, people! I don't mind constructive criticism, that helps authors to improve their work, but flames from angry people are not really appreciated =P. My view is that if you want to express your opinion about my story, do it in a sensible fashion, rather than making a big fuss about it and not calmly pointing any reasonable faults you may see. Lol but I would really love to see some encouraging reviews hint hint!! Oh, and by the way, I'm an absolute spelling freak, so if anyone spots any spelling or grammar mistakes, please tell me so I can fix them! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Lol, if I owned J.K. Rowling's series of Harry Potter, I'd be cruising around the world right now, spending my millions of dollars, not sitting at home writing fan fiction and being totally broke!! So, by the way, don't sue me, because like I said before, I've got no money! None of the following characters belong to me, nor the setting either. However, I do happen to own the plot, because it came from my own wacky, creative (or I hope creative!) mind! I might add a character of my own, but at this stage, I think I'll stick with the normal characters.
Sooo…now, finally…on with the story!!!
Who Wants To Play Spin-The-Bottle?
Chapter One: Hopeless owls and lettersHermione sighed as she stared out her bedroom window, her liquid brown eyes deep in thought. She smiled at the thought of seeing her two best friends again in one week. She desperately missed Ron and Harry – even her annoying fights with the tall, stubborn redhead. They always knew how to cheer her up and persuade her to quit studying and "do something fun for once!". Apparently it was unhealthy to have a life full of schoolwork and no fun. Hermione shook her head, laughing softly as she pictured Ron and Harry's earnest faces as they attempted to drag her onto Harry's Firebolt. A venomous glare from Hermione accompanied by her hand pretending to dive into her pockets for her wand had caused the boys to suddenly change their minds and realise they had other things to do.
Something large and furry crashed against the window facing Hermione, breaking her out of her reverie. She yelped and jerked upright, causing her chair to flip over. Unfortunately, Hermione went with it and landed ungraciously with a thump on the floor. She stared at her legs, which now seemed to be planted on the ceiling, for around 30 seconds, before rolling to her feet with a groan.
"Why me?!" Looking disgruntled, she made her way over to the window and flung it open. Staring downwards, she grinned wryly as she saw Errol floundering in the bushes below. "Honestly, that owl is hopeless…can't see a house from even ten metres away!" Remembering that Errol belonged to the Weasleys and that this must be a letter from Ron and Harry, her face broke into a smile as she flounced downstairs and outside. Seizing the hedge clippers, she promptly cut Errol loose and carried him inside.
After settling Errol on the back of her chair, she untied the message from the owl's leg and opened it.
Dear Hermione,
How are you? Harry and I miss you tons…and all the help you give us on our homework, of course! Hermione laughed, then read on. We are having a great time at the Burrow; it's a pity you couldn't come because your parents wanted you to go on that trip with them to Australia for most of the holidays. When we get back to school you'll have to tell us all about Australia, though. I mean do they really have kangaroos and koalas in their backyards? Because that's just plain weird.
Fred and George have decided to leave their joke shop long enough to give the rest of the family a visit, so Harry and I got tons of free stuff. We'll have to test some of it out on Neville at school…don't worry, I'm sure he won't mind. After all, he did laugh when Fred and George's Canary Cream gave him feathers! I must say, Neville looked better with the feathers attached…
Look, do you want to meet at Diagon Alley the day before we catch the train back to Hogwarts? We can get our school stuff then, all together and have some time to catch up. By the way, you know that Charms assignment Flitwick set us? I don't suppose you would give me just a little bit of help…it's just that I can't seem to find that old codger Wizbang who invented the Accio Charm in any of Dad's books. You don't mind do you, Hermione? Hermione rolled her eyes, snorting in exasperation. "Honestly, Ron…" She sighed, and then skimmed through the rest of the letter. Anyway, Harry and I will meet you outside Gringrott's at around 2pm on Thursday. Well, that's if you can come.
Hope to see you there, Maya.
Ron and Harry.
PS: Mum finally got around to buying the family another owl to help Errol out. The stupid ball of feathers just can't carry anything anymore that's heavier than a sheet of parchment, and he loses his way if the place is more than ten miles away. Hopeless, really. Hermione picked up a picture inside the envelope, showing Ron with a black, elegant looking owl sitting on his shoulder. The owl in the picture kept pecking Ron's ear when he moved, causing Ron to give it a dirty look. At the bottom Ron had scrawled, "Me and the new owl, Swift. He's a better messenger, but he's got the worst temper ever." Hermione grinned sympathetically.
Hermione rummaged through her desks for a minute, looking for her quill and some spare parchment, accidentally knocking over her inkbottle in the process. Hermione swore loudly, rubbed her sore arm and danced away from the puddle of spilt ink. 'Oh well, I'll just have to use Muggle paper and pen…hopefully Harry will explain what it is to Ron, otherwise he'll think the parchment has been mutilated or something." Grabbing a spare bit of paper, she hastily wrote a reply.
Dear Ron and Harry,
I've missed you two heaps! And don't worry, I'll meet you at Diagon Alley, I need to get all my school stuff too. Oh, and by the way, Ron, Australians don't have kangaroos and koalas in their backyards! Anyway, I'll see you guys on Thursday!
Love, Hermione. Hermione hurriedly sealed the note, gave it to Errol and practically shoved the bird out her window, before turning to the mess of ink and paper on her desk and the floor. With a loud groan, she bent over and began to clean up the disaster.
