A/N: Hey y'all! I finally got another chapter up! Sorry 'bout my typos last chapter, but I posted it rather quickly and didn't read over it as much as the others. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Y'all keep me writing! Thanks for the suggestion emsubeme, I didn't think about doing that, but I like the idea I am totally gonna do it! Not this chapter though, I'll do it one of the next ones coming up! Thanks you everyone for you input!
Chapter 5
"No way!" Ron exclaimed, the three teenagers still standing outside the Granger home. "She just dumped it on your head and then acted like nothing happened!"
"Yup." Hermione nodded.
"She's as bad as Fred and George, except they do it to try and be funny! This Samantha girl seems to be doing it just because she's evil!" Ron said with vigor, making a fist with one hand and punching his other with it.
"Yeah well," Hermione didn't disagree, "You two have to stay calm, don't rise to her, no matter what she does, promise?" Both Ron and Harry looked reluctant to agree. "You better promise me or else I'll send you back to Mrs. Weasley!" A look of terror filled the boy's faces.
"You wouldn't!" Ron challenged.
"She would." Harry groaned in defeat. "I promise we'll keep it cool."
"Sure, fine, I promise." Ron stated with slumped shoulders and a frown. Hermione grinned and started to head back towards the house, but stopped suddenly and spun around to face them.
"I almost forgot! You can't mention anything about us being magical. My entire family, besides my parents, knows nothing about the Wizarding World or magic or anything. So don't goggle at any of the muggle devices and draw attention to yourself, okay Ron?" Hermione looked at him hard, she wasn't quite sure Ron would be able to contain himself in a house full of muggle objects; he was more like his dad than he would admit.
"Ron? Why Ron? Why not Harry?" Ron pouted, but Harry and Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Fine! Fine! No talking about magic, or eletrikity, or felytones, or-" "Or Hogwarts!" Hermione interrupted Ron's amusing admission that he knew nothing about muggles. "As far as everyone knows, I go to an all girl school."
"Then...How..." Harry said, scratching his head. "How do you know us?"
"I've figured it all out!" Hermione told them excitedly. Harry and Ron were wondering when Hermione could have possibly had time to figure any details out, but decided to let it go and listen to her. "You know Ginny?" Ron and Harry simultaneously rolled their eyes.
"Yes Hermione we know Ginny." Ron stated.
"Well Ron, she's your sister." Hermione pointed out. "Is she?" Ron asked with a huge grin on his face. "Harry, did you know I had a sister named Ginny?" Harry broke into a fit of laughter, causing Hermione to huff in anger, but she proceeded with her explanation anyway.
"So, I will just say that Ginny and I attend the same all girl school and Ginny is a year below me. We became really good friends and I visited her at her house the past few summers, the same time that Harry was visiting you, Ron." Hermione explained. "And of course you two attend the same school." Hermione said quickly, waving that part of the explanation off as an unnecessary addition. "While we were all at the Weasley's house, don't call it the Burrow Ron, most muggles don't name their houses." Hermione added as an after thought. "While we were at the Weasley's house the four of us became great friends and I invited you all over this summer, but Ginny couldn't make it because she got the Flu."
"The Floo?" Ron asked.
"The F-l-u, it's a muggle sickness Ron, you get a fever and you usually vomit quite a bit-" Hermione began, but Harry cut her off.
"I think he gets it Hermione, we don't need the details." Harry grinned at her as he and Ron gathered their blankets and back packs from the porch. "Well, have you told us everything we need to know?"
"Basically." Hermione stated simply. Something about the lack of solidity in her answer made Ron and Harry feel as though she were leaving something out, but as she had already begun to open the door and enter, they decided it was best to leave questions for later and brace themselves for her relatives now.
Hermione took a deep breath as she walked through the entrance hall in her house and headed towards the kitchen where her mother and the majority of her relatives were located. Stopping just outside the kitchen door, Hermione quickly tried to flatten down her still damp and frizzy hair before striding into the kitchen. Harry and Ron remained silently at the door as all of Hermione's aunts and uncles stared at them and Hermione with appraising eyes.
"Mum," Hermione said as she approached her mother, who was still making waffles. "May I speak to you in private for a moment?" Tabitha Granger looked up at her daughter questioningly for a second before catching sight of the two boys standing awkwardly at the door.
"Of course dear." Tabitha said as she took the last couple of waffles out of the waffle irons and set them on plates. Hermione led the way out of the kitchen and into the nearby living room, followed by her mother, and Harry and Ron who were trailing behind.
As soon as they all had reached the living room, Tabitha Granger turned to Harry and Ron and smiled. "Hello boys! It's so good to see you again!" Harry and Ron's nervousness immediately melted away and they found themselves smiling back at Mrs. Granger.
"So, Hermione, what's this all about?" Mrs. Granger asked her daughter kindly.
"Mum, Harry and Ron thought that something bad had happened to me because I didn't receive their owls, so they came here to check on me against Mrs. Weasley's wishes and now their scared to go back just yet. Can they stay for the week?" Hermione shot her mother a hopeful smile. "Please?"
"Well, with everyone that's already here, it couldn't hurt to have a couple extra." Mrs. Granger replied and Hermione jumped in the air in excitement before giving her mother a crushing hug. "You boys can stay in the study. I'm sorry we can't offer anything better, but it's really the only room left at the moment." Ron and Harry tried to bite back their laughter.
"No, it'll be great. Thank you Mrs. Granger." Harry said. Mrs. Granger went back into the kitchen after telling Hermione to show them to the study and get them settled and then they could come down for some breakfast.
"I guess I ought to warn you, that my relatives aren't incredibly fond of me." Hermione stated as casually as possible as she led them up the stairs, towards the library.
"Why wouldn't they like you?" Harry asked.
"Besides the obvious fact that you're little miss perfect." Ron added jokingly.
"Truthfully, that's why Sam, my cousin who's a year older than me, seems to hate me." Hermione admitted.
"I was just kidding Hermione, I don't thi-" Ron began, but Hermione cut him off.
"I know Ron, but that's how Sam feels. The rest of my family, just hates me, I'm not sure why." Here Hermione took the opportunity to grab a couple of sleeping bags out of a nearby closet, giving her the chance to successfully avoid looking either Ron or Harry in the eye when she said this. She didn't want them to see the look in her eye, they could always tell if she was lying or how she was feeling just by looking in her eyes and it was quite frustrating really. She didn't want them to know why her family disliked her so greatly, she didn't want them to pity her, and she could handle things just fine on her own.
After Hermione helped get Ron's and Harry's temporary room set up in the study, which happened to be directly across the hall from Hermione's bedroom (Ron didn't fail to point this amusing fact out), they headed down towards breakfast.
Most of the Granger family had finished breakfast and were now located in the living room, for this fact Hermione was very grateful, she felt like she always had to have her guard up around them, and see wanted to be able to enjoy spending some quality time with Ron and Harry.
As Hermione entered the kitchen however, she noticed one family member was still taking their time, slowly cutting and eating her waffle. Sam. Hermione let out an inward groan, but put on an outward smile.
"Good morning Sam." Hermione said as she got the plates out of the cabinet and handed them to one to each boy. Sam, though, was not listening to Hermione, she was to busy noticing the two boys beside her to even hear what Hermione was saying.
"Well, well, well. Who are you guys?" Sam asked, standing from her seat at the kitchen table as Hermione piled waffles onto Ron and Harry's plate. Both boys looked at her with raised eyebrows. She certainly didn't look anything like Hermione. Sam was tall, a good five inches taller than Hermione who stood a smaller than average five foot two inches. Her hair was slightly wavy and a dirty blonde color, while Hermione's hair was made up of unruly brown curls. Sam was fuller in many places, but was still very skinny, Hermione, though skinny herself was more petite than anything.
Hermione fought to make a straight face as she turned to face her cousin. "Sam, this is Ron and Harry, their good friends of mine, I go to school with Ron's sister. Ron, Harry, this is my cousin Sam." Ron and Harry were staring at Sam with apprehensive looks. They could tell she was the sly trouble maker Hermione had described just by looking at her. Sam however took their looks to mean something entirely different.
"It's wonderful to meet you two," Sam said with what she apparently considered a coy smile. "Now, I must go get dressed, don't you go anywhere." And with that, she left the room. As soon as the door closed behind her the trio of friends burst out laughing.
"I guess she fancies you guys." Hermione said with a grin as she sat down at the table with her plate, followed by Harry and Ron.
"Maybe she'll be nicer to you if she likes us." Ron said with a hopeful smile.
"For some reason Ron, I highly doubt that." Hermione sighed.
A/N: Sorry, nothing exciting or important or really anything of interest happens in this chapter but I appreciate y'all reading it anyway. I know it really sucks and I feel stupid posting it, but I guess I had to get it out of the way so I could get to the good stuff. Next chapter shouldn't take too long to get out cause I'm gonna try and have some fun with it. Thanks for all your reviews, I love them!
Chapter 5
"No way!" Ron exclaimed, the three teenagers still standing outside the Granger home. "She just dumped it on your head and then acted like nothing happened!"
"Yup." Hermione nodded.
"She's as bad as Fred and George, except they do it to try and be funny! This Samantha girl seems to be doing it just because she's evil!" Ron said with vigor, making a fist with one hand and punching his other with it.
"Yeah well," Hermione didn't disagree, "You two have to stay calm, don't rise to her, no matter what she does, promise?" Both Ron and Harry looked reluctant to agree. "You better promise me or else I'll send you back to Mrs. Weasley!" A look of terror filled the boy's faces.
"You wouldn't!" Ron challenged.
"She would." Harry groaned in defeat. "I promise we'll keep it cool."
"Sure, fine, I promise." Ron stated with slumped shoulders and a frown. Hermione grinned and started to head back towards the house, but stopped suddenly and spun around to face them.
"I almost forgot! You can't mention anything about us being magical. My entire family, besides my parents, knows nothing about the Wizarding World or magic or anything. So don't goggle at any of the muggle devices and draw attention to yourself, okay Ron?" Hermione looked at him hard, she wasn't quite sure Ron would be able to contain himself in a house full of muggle objects; he was more like his dad than he would admit.
"Ron? Why Ron? Why not Harry?" Ron pouted, but Harry and Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Fine! Fine! No talking about magic, or eletrikity, or felytones, or-" "Or Hogwarts!" Hermione interrupted Ron's amusing admission that he knew nothing about muggles. "As far as everyone knows, I go to an all girl school."
"Then...How..." Harry said, scratching his head. "How do you know us?"
"I've figured it all out!" Hermione told them excitedly. Harry and Ron were wondering when Hermione could have possibly had time to figure any details out, but decided to let it go and listen to her. "You know Ginny?" Ron and Harry simultaneously rolled their eyes.
"Yes Hermione we know Ginny." Ron stated.
"Well Ron, she's your sister." Hermione pointed out. "Is she?" Ron asked with a huge grin on his face. "Harry, did you know I had a sister named Ginny?" Harry broke into a fit of laughter, causing Hermione to huff in anger, but she proceeded with her explanation anyway.
"So, I will just say that Ginny and I attend the same all girl school and Ginny is a year below me. We became really good friends and I visited her at her house the past few summers, the same time that Harry was visiting you, Ron." Hermione explained. "And of course you two attend the same school." Hermione said quickly, waving that part of the explanation off as an unnecessary addition. "While we were all at the Weasley's house, don't call it the Burrow Ron, most muggles don't name their houses." Hermione added as an after thought. "While we were at the Weasley's house the four of us became great friends and I invited you all over this summer, but Ginny couldn't make it because she got the Flu."
"The Floo?" Ron asked.
"The F-l-u, it's a muggle sickness Ron, you get a fever and you usually vomit quite a bit-" Hermione began, but Harry cut her off.
"I think he gets it Hermione, we don't need the details." Harry grinned at her as he and Ron gathered their blankets and back packs from the porch. "Well, have you told us everything we need to know?"
"Basically." Hermione stated simply. Something about the lack of solidity in her answer made Ron and Harry feel as though she were leaving something out, but as she had already begun to open the door and enter, they decided it was best to leave questions for later and brace themselves for her relatives now.
Hermione took a deep breath as she walked through the entrance hall in her house and headed towards the kitchen where her mother and the majority of her relatives were located. Stopping just outside the kitchen door, Hermione quickly tried to flatten down her still damp and frizzy hair before striding into the kitchen. Harry and Ron remained silently at the door as all of Hermione's aunts and uncles stared at them and Hermione with appraising eyes.
"Mum," Hermione said as she approached her mother, who was still making waffles. "May I speak to you in private for a moment?" Tabitha Granger looked up at her daughter questioningly for a second before catching sight of the two boys standing awkwardly at the door.
"Of course dear." Tabitha said as she took the last couple of waffles out of the waffle irons and set them on plates. Hermione led the way out of the kitchen and into the nearby living room, followed by her mother, and Harry and Ron who were trailing behind.
As soon as they all had reached the living room, Tabitha Granger turned to Harry and Ron and smiled. "Hello boys! It's so good to see you again!" Harry and Ron's nervousness immediately melted away and they found themselves smiling back at Mrs. Granger.
"So, Hermione, what's this all about?" Mrs. Granger asked her daughter kindly.
"Mum, Harry and Ron thought that something bad had happened to me because I didn't receive their owls, so they came here to check on me against Mrs. Weasley's wishes and now their scared to go back just yet. Can they stay for the week?" Hermione shot her mother a hopeful smile. "Please?"
"Well, with everyone that's already here, it couldn't hurt to have a couple extra." Mrs. Granger replied and Hermione jumped in the air in excitement before giving her mother a crushing hug. "You boys can stay in the study. I'm sorry we can't offer anything better, but it's really the only room left at the moment." Ron and Harry tried to bite back their laughter.
"No, it'll be great. Thank you Mrs. Granger." Harry said. Mrs. Granger went back into the kitchen after telling Hermione to show them to the study and get them settled and then they could come down for some breakfast.
"I guess I ought to warn you, that my relatives aren't incredibly fond of me." Hermione stated as casually as possible as she led them up the stairs, towards the library.
"Why wouldn't they like you?" Harry asked.
"Besides the obvious fact that you're little miss perfect." Ron added jokingly.
"Truthfully, that's why Sam, my cousin who's a year older than me, seems to hate me." Hermione admitted.
"I was just kidding Hermione, I don't thi-" Ron began, but Hermione cut him off.
"I know Ron, but that's how Sam feels. The rest of my family, just hates me, I'm not sure why." Here Hermione took the opportunity to grab a couple of sleeping bags out of a nearby closet, giving her the chance to successfully avoid looking either Ron or Harry in the eye when she said this. She didn't want them to see the look in her eye, they could always tell if she was lying or how she was feeling just by looking in her eyes and it was quite frustrating really. She didn't want them to know why her family disliked her so greatly, she didn't want them to pity her, and she could handle things just fine on her own.
After Hermione helped get Ron's and Harry's temporary room set up in the study, which happened to be directly across the hall from Hermione's bedroom (Ron didn't fail to point this amusing fact out), they headed down towards breakfast.
Most of the Granger family had finished breakfast and were now located in the living room, for this fact Hermione was very grateful, she felt like she always had to have her guard up around them, and see wanted to be able to enjoy spending some quality time with Ron and Harry.
As Hermione entered the kitchen however, she noticed one family member was still taking their time, slowly cutting and eating her waffle. Sam. Hermione let out an inward groan, but put on an outward smile.
"Good morning Sam." Hermione said as she got the plates out of the cabinet and handed them to one to each boy. Sam, though, was not listening to Hermione, she was to busy noticing the two boys beside her to even hear what Hermione was saying.
"Well, well, well. Who are you guys?" Sam asked, standing from her seat at the kitchen table as Hermione piled waffles onto Ron and Harry's plate. Both boys looked at her with raised eyebrows. She certainly didn't look anything like Hermione. Sam was tall, a good five inches taller than Hermione who stood a smaller than average five foot two inches. Her hair was slightly wavy and a dirty blonde color, while Hermione's hair was made up of unruly brown curls. Sam was fuller in many places, but was still very skinny, Hermione, though skinny herself was more petite than anything.
Hermione fought to make a straight face as she turned to face her cousin. "Sam, this is Ron and Harry, their good friends of mine, I go to school with Ron's sister. Ron, Harry, this is my cousin Sam." Ron and Harry were staring at Sam with apprehensive looks. They could tell she was the sly trouble maker Hermione had described just by looking at her. Sam however took their looks to mean something entirely different.
"It's wonderful to meet you two," Sam said with what she apparently considered a coy smile. "Now, I must go get dressed, don't you go anywhere." And with that, she left the room. As soon as the door closed behind her the trio of friends burst out laughing.
"I guess she fancies you guys." Hermione said with a grin as she sat down at the table with her plate, followed by Harry and Ron.
"Maybe she'll be nicer to you if she likes us." Ron said with a hopeful smile.
"For some reason Ron, I highly doubt that." Hermione sighed.
A/N: Sorry, nothing exciting or important or really anything of interest happens in this chapter but I appreciate y'all reading it anyway. I know it really sucks and I feel stupid posting it, but I guess I had to get it out of the way so I could get to the good stuff. Next chapter shouldn't take too long to get out cause I'm gonna try and have some fun with it. Thanks for all your reviews, I love them!