OK sorry it took so0o long 4 me 2 post this / I had really bad writers block / Anyway, much love goes out 2 the people who reviewed my story:
Bexylou: Thanxx
Zarroc: yes I did delete the 'Winning ms Evans' story, I got one review before you posted this one on that story and it said the story wasn't very good, so I deleted it, sorry, I rewrote a lot of it though, I might get to post that sometime, I hope you like it.
Hermione opened her eyes to darkened room, the sun hadn't even rose yet.
Hermione was just wondering why she had awoken so early when there was a scratching sound at her window.
Hermione sat up in bed and looked over.
"Bloody owls" Hermione murmured, throwing off the covers and padding over to the window, there sat a plain owl with black speckles.
Hermione didn't recognize it, she pulled open the heavy window and the bird flew in past her and landed on her bed.
Hermione had shivers from the cold, morning air, she noticed looking down at her arms, where goosebumps had begun to thrive.
She rubbered her arms as she sat on the bed next to the feathered morning menace and then reached over and untied the letter.
The moment Hermione did so the bird took off threw the still open window.
The envelope had familiar green slanted handwriting that read: Hermione Jane Granger and then the address below that.
Hermione opened the envelope to see further green, slanted handwriting, this reading:
Dear Miss Granger,
I wish to welcome you back to the land of the living and ask
you to please speak with me, today, some time of your convenience.
I am located in room 478, serious injury ward, St. Mungoes.
The visiting hours are from 9:00 AM to 8:00 PM.
Sincerely
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione read, reread and then read again.
'How could I have forgotten about Dumbledore!' Hermione was angry at herself, how could she have forgotten he was in St. Mungoes, how could she have forgotten about him?
Hermione was now far from tired, but she was cold, so she got up and closed the windows before pulling out some new robes she had bought the previous day.
After changing Hermione flew (figuratively speaking) down the stairs.
Nobody else was awake yet, obviously, seeing as it was only around 4:00 AM, Hermione sat down on the plush sofa and inhaled the soft floral scent in the air, it seemed to calm her down.
Hermione just then noticed the letter was still clutched tightly in her hand, she read threw it again, she decided she would be there right at 9:00 AM, but what would she do for the hours between now and then?
After several moments of pondering Hermione held out her hand and said "Accio book."
A book of a shelf in the corner of the room zoomed towards her, the title was Growing up a werewolf by Shesaline Greenage.
Hermione didn't care about the story line, just that she managed to keep busy until around 8:30 when another distraction came jogging down the stairs, in his boxers.
Ron stopped mid way down the stairs, looking over at her.
Then he fell.
Ron had misplaced his foot and fell headfirst down the carpeted stairs.
Hermione's eyes widened as she sprung to her feet and ran over to him.
He was laying at the bottom of the stairs, his left hand on his head, where there was already a quarter size bump.
"Ron! Are you alright?" Hermione asked worriedly
"I'm fine." Ron said sarcastically standing up, then he noticed he was still in his boxers, "Excuse me." he said as he turned, but he caught his foot on the first stair and landed on his elbows.
"Bloody stairs have it in for me!" Ron complained, standing up again.
Then he walked up the stairs, without falling, (amazingly).
Hermione waited there until Ron came back down (fully clothed).
"Good morning." Hermione said
"Morning." Ron replied
"Sorry I surprised you." Hermione said, leading Ron into the kitchen.
"Its fine Mione, its not your fault I'm a clumsy git." Ron chuckled
Hermione smiled. Then she held out her hand realizing she had forgotten her wand upstairs.
"Accio, my wand." she said.
Ron ducked as it zoomed past him and into its owners outstretched hand.
"Sit." Hermione instructed, Ron took a seat at the small table that sat in the corner of the kitchen.
Hermione held her wand in front of the large bump that was forming on Ron's head and murmured something, the lump went away and Ron brought his hand to his head to feel the now fixed portion of his skull.
"Thanks Mione." Ron said
"Anytime... but that doesn't give you permission to fall down the stairs again." Hermione said
Ron laughed a bit, "Yes Ma'am"
Hermione shot him a dirty look, but before she could say anything a large, sleek owl started to peck at the window, violently.
"Not another one." Hermione moaned
Hermione went to get it but as she reached up to open the window, Ron came up behind her, placing one arm around her waist and reaching up with his other hand to open the window.
The owl dropped off the Prophet and Ron put a coin into the pouch before it flew away.
Ron saw the headlines before Hermione, and taking quick action he shoved the paper under his arm and kissed her quickly before returning to the table.
"What does it say?" Hermione asked suspiciously
"What?" Ron asked playing innocent
"What does the paper say?" Hermione asked coming over to him
Ron had to think fast, he looked left, and then right, his grip tightened on the copy of the Prophet in his hands.
Ron had to think of something to say, 'What is most important thing I could say right now to change the subject' Ron thought
Ron closed his eyes and then reopened them, Hermione was about a foot away from him now.
"Hermione... I'm pregnant." Ron said, it was honestly the first thing he thought of
Hermione smiled and shook her head, "Sure you are Ron." She replied
"No really." Ron said, hoping he looked sincere
"Really?" Hermione looked surprised
"Can I feel?" Hermione asked
Ron's eyes widened 'Feel what!' He thought as Hermione knelt down in front of him, she placed her hand on his stomach, and then looked up at him.
'I can't believe she fell for this.' Ron thought to himself
then he felt the Prophet be tugged out of his hands.
He looked down to see Hermione sitting on her bum reading the Prophet.
Hermione looked like she was about to either cry, or explode in anger, she herself felt torn between the two.
She threw the paper down on the floor and tore off to her bedroom.
Ron shook his head, he knew she wouldn't believe HE was pregnant , one, he's a man, two, he really didn't have the hips!
Ginny entered the kitchen, looking ... bad, she saw Ron and then looked down at the paper on the floor, she picked up the paper and read threw the article:
Famous Quidditch star dating dead girl
reporter Edgar Honeystokes
It is now common knowledge that keeper for the Chudley Cannons, Ron Weasley
has always been in love with a 'friend' from school, named Hermione Granger, but what really tore him to pieces is when she died, four years ago come next month.
Granger, supposedly "came back to life" in a modern day miracle, but few know that the person, currently living with the Quidditch star, who is pretending to be Granger, is not is just thought to have been "brought back to life" really, she was replaced by a girl named Spinelli Gangerrose. The reason for such a conspiracy is that Weasley simply couldn't handle the pressure of being with out Granger any longer.
Ginny threw down the paper and looked at Ron, "Now half of the wizarding community is going to think Hermione's a fraud!" Ginny hollered
Harry entered the room open Ginny's outburst and looked at the Prophet laying on the floor.
Harry sucked in a deep breath, as if it would explode upon touch, and then swooped up the paper, he read threw it and then, very calmly placed it on th table and exited the room.
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Hermione cried until it hurt to breath, then, she cried some more, she never used to cry ... much, but this was just too awful, as if all that had happened to her wasn't bad enough!
There was no knock at her door, it just creaked open, Hermione looked up to see Harry, he looked calm on the outside, but his eyes looked dark, like they used to in school, when he worried about Lord Voldemort.
Hermione hadn't noticed that she'd stopped crying.
Harry came in and sat on her bed beside her, "I read the article." he said plainly "Did you notice who it was by?" Harry asked
Hermione shook her head.
"Edgar Honeystokes." Harry replied plainly
Hermione couldn't help but wonder what on earth Harry was getting at
"Hermione, in third year, when you punched Malfoy, after all of the horrible things he did and said to you, to all of us, didn't it feel good." Harry said
"And, didn't he leave you alone for a bit after that." Harry added
Hermione nodded, still wondering what he was getting at.
"Harry! I'm not going to punch that reporter!" Hermione said aghast
"No, your right, we're not going to punch him, we're going to stop him." Harry said, a small smile twitching at his lips
"Harry, what are you proposing?" Hermione was worried now
"Heres the plan" Harry said looking her in the eyes
OK, you waited all that time to get this chapter and now this is what happens, I'm sorry, this wasn't a very good chapter I don't think, but please read and review anyway, and if you don't may you grow warts in very bad places! LOL no, but will you please review anyway?