Chapter 2 Welcome

The next day, Hermione saw that her mom was very wrong indeed. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Rain (Neville's Grandma didn't trust Neville to stay at a girls house) were to arrive at noon. It was a sunny Monday, Hermione lay sun-bathing on her lawn. She was currently reading Treasure Island. Emmie was in her own room, playing dolls. Hermione bribed Emmie one hundred dollars to not bug her and her friends during the next two weeks.

A car rolled into her drive way. Mrs. Weasly, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and some gothic girl in complete black, slid out of the ministry car. "Hermione, it's so nice to see you again, oh, I do hope that Ronald behaves himself." Mrs. Weasly embraced her. "You've grown." Hermione smiled.

Ginny was next to greet with Hermione. "I've got so much to tell you! Oh this is going to be so much fun!"

Harry set down his luggage and gave her a hug. "It's nice to see you again, Hermione." Hermione kissed him on the cheek. The goth girl glared at her. "I'm glad you're here Harry."

Then, there was Ron, long and gangling. He had grown, as Hermione had predicted. He was around six feet, three inches; the size of a grown man. "Oh Ron, I missed you." She flung her arms around Ron. Realizing that she was being obvious, she loosened her grip on Ron. Ron's face was bright red when she stepped back. He smiled, embarassed.

Harry, figuring that this was a good time to break the silence said, "This is Rain, she's my girlfriend." Harry gestured at the goth girl. She had black hair with red streaks, with little pointy ears, sticking out of it. She wore a shirt that was black that said, 'I love my ears,' and black, baggy jeans. And, Hermione couldn't help noticing, she was usually short.

"Hi," Hermione said.

"Hi."

"Well, I got to get back to head-quarters, bye." Mrs. Weasly left, hugging each one in turn. Then she scooted back into the car, and left.

At that moment, Emmie ran out of the house and grabbed Hermione's hand. "Hermy, I'm scared."

"My sister, Emmie," Hermione explained. "Why are you scared?"

Emmie simply pointed at Rain. "She's a vampire." Rain smiled widely, showing all her teeth.

"Don't be rediculous, Emmie, vampires melt in the sunlight, don't you know that?"

"Oh yeah..."

"Then why are you out here?"

"Um... Do I still get my one hundred dollars?"

"Depends how much you annoy us."

She dashed back into the house. "C'mon, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." She lead them into the cool house. Then lead them up a staircase. "This is the Living room." They stopped at a large room with couches and a television. "Through there is the bathroom, and around the corner is the kitchen and the dining room." She led them past some sliding glass doors, which opened to a deck, and a swimming pool, and up another pair of stairs. She then opened the door to her left, to reveil a guest room. "This is where you'll be staying." She said to the boys. The room looked nothing short of a hotel guest room. Ron and Harry set there luggage down, and countiued to fallow Hermione. "Don't go into the other rooms, there my parents and my sister's." At the end of the hallway was a spiral staircase that lead to Hermione's room. They went up it, and entered her room. "Ginny, Rain, fight over who get the couch and who get's the bottom bunk."

Rain sighed. "This room is frikin purple! God, I'm staying in a preps room."

"Hermione's not a prep." Ron said defensivly. "Her parents decorated this room without her knowing."

Rain rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Emmie ran into the room. "Hi! I'm Emmie. I'm six years old. You must be Harry, you know, Hermione loves you. And you too, Ron." It was hard to tell whose face was redder; Ron's or Hermione's. "And your Ginny, Hermione's secret affair. Have you guy kissed each other? Ewww that's gross kissing other girls."

"I am not gay!" Ginny and Hermione yelled.

Rain meanwhile, walked over to Emmie, and poked her, saying 'poke' every time she poked her. "Stop that," Emmie said to Rain.

"Poke."

"Stop it!" She wined.

"Poke."

"STOP!" Emmie yelled.

Rain stopped. For awhile.

"Poke."

"Hey, why don't you guys settle in, I'll fix some lunch." Hermione suggested. They mummered there agreement. Ron and Harry set off downstairs, while Rain fallowed Emmie out of the room, poking her. Ginny and Hermione were left alone.

"So, how was your summer?" Hermione asked.

"Okay, yours?"

"Dull, I can't stop thinking about Ron."

Ginny sighed. "He likes you, you know?"

"Really? How can you tell?"

"Well," Ginny climbed to the top bunk, and sat cross legged. Hermione quickly fallowed suit. "When he asked about spending a few weeks over here, and mom was interrogating him about the viset, he went pink. Especially when mom asked him about were he'd be sleeping." Ginny giggle.

"You serious? He really went pink?"

"Yeah, but that's not all. I caught him staring off into space more then once this summer. And when he was talking in his sleep..."

"Yes, yes!"

"He said he wanted to snog you."

"Well, that's just because he was asleep; he didn't know any better."

"Still, I think he does."