Hermione's POV:
Hermione was sitting on her bed listening to an old band called 'A-Teens' (Caitlin and I are listening to thm right now so... we had to add this in here.) Hermione was talking to some old friends that she hasn't seen since she was eleven.
"Honastly, Hermione, you have to have a crush on somebody! It's been seven bloody years!" Marjan said.
Marjan had long jet black hair with blue eyes (five foot 9). She was origianally from India. The oldest one butt in.
"Seriously, come on, weren't you always talking about that one guy?" Ruri was slightly shorter than Marjan (at five foot 8), but had really long blonde hair, and, oddly enough, purple eyes. (Caitlin made me write that or else she'd put a plastic bag over my head and throw me in a well!)
"Yeah, that guy right there; he fits your discription." Nikki was the shortest one at five foot 4.
She was pointing to a picture at Ron and her before the last Quidditch match in their sixth year. Nikki's short chocolate-colored hair tickled her cheeks as she turned to point at the muggle picture. Of course, she didn't want her friends to see moving pictures in the room... they would get suspicious.
"Who, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, that's his name!" Ruri exclaimed.
"Who's that guy, he's cute!" Nikki said in awe.
"You can't like Harry, he's the most wanted boy at my school!" Hermione said.
"So, it's a fan fiction, you can like or do anything."
Ruri spoke again, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "But, you said you wanted to go to a dance with him at your school, right?" Hermione nodded. "So you DO like him."
She looked away, not wanting to meet her blonde friend's eyes. A faint blush was creeping up on her cheeks.
"What the hell...?" Ruri pointed at the window behind Hermione's bed.
Pig! Holy crap... Hermoine inwardly cussed as she got up to open the window.
"Oh shit..." Hermione said as she read the letter.
"What's up?" Marjan asked.
"My friend's Harry and Ron are comming over in... one, two, three... four minutes!" Hermione said, glancing at the clock.
All three of the non magical teens screamed in childish delight. Nikki was laughing her head off, while forming an evil plan...
Five minutes later...
"Hermione!" Two male voices were calling out. Ruri smiled happily, Marjan smirked, and Nikki had an evil glint to her eyes.
"Come on up, guys!" the witch called.
Ron and Harry came stomping up, throwing the door open. "Hey, what's... up..." Ron's gaze swept the room, surveying the occupants.
Silience.
"Hola, Senorita, comostas?" (sorry, cant spell in spanish...)
It was Nikki's time to act. She clapped a hand over her mouth and lurched foward. "Guys! I'm.. I'm gonna..." she said faking to be sick. Everyone's attention snapped to her as she grabbed Ruri's hand, who grabbed Marjan's hand. The three girls were about to walk out when Nikki hissed, "Get Harry!"
Marjan grabbed the jet-black-haired boy from the picture and dragged him out. Hermione was about to ask something when Ruri slammed the door shut and Marjan locked it, leaving a certain two people in the room.
Alone.
"So... how's life?" Ron asked Hermione. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Ron, don't you think something strange is going on?" Hermione asked.
"No," Ron said simply.
He's as blonde as Ruri, Hermione thought.
Outside...
"You better be Harry, right?" Ruri asked.
"How do you know my name?" Harry asked stepping away from the three girls.
"We are Hermione's friends. And anyways, we have to talk to you." Marjan spoke.
"About what?"
Nikki cut in. "Nothing."
"Then why the heck did you bring me out here in the first place?"
"We have our reasons," Ruri said, "So shut up and listen."
Back in the room...
"Honestly Ron, think. Can't you talk about anything else than the Chudley Cannon?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Jeez, okay, so... uhh... we missed you?"
Hermione blushed, but knew it wasn't true. She looked down.
"What, didn't you miss me?"
".. Yes, of course I missed you guys." Ron was slightly saddened at this, hearing her say "you guys". But he pushed the though quickly from his mind as he glanced down at the beautiful girl in front of him. He remembered the first day he met her, with humongous bushy hair, completely flat, and nosy.
He quickly glanced at her again in the uncomfortable silence, seeing how her hair had tamed to neat waves against her face and back, how her body, face, and behavior matured. The sight of her brown eyes brimming with emotion made him blush, and a smile would make him overreact.
"Ron?"
The voice was distant as he was lost in deep thought.
"Ron?" the voice repeated. "Hello, are you there?"
"Huh?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Git." She got up and tried to open the door, finding it was locked and letting out an inaudible gasp. Her face flushed red rith rage at her friends, realizing what they did.
Holy..., she thought. When I get out of here...