In these times I'll Wait

Chapter 1

Hermione's D-Day

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, but alas I just use the charactes and the ideas. I own the plot, so hands off. :D

It had been the end of a long and strenuous day for Hermione. Oh she could just crawl up in her bed at home and sleep until the cows came home. But it was impossible. Inevitable. At the times she wanted to do most was sleep, she was traveling again to the Burrow, where she would spend a two week holiday with her "second" family, the Weasley's. Granted, she loved her parents, but Hermione could sense in herself and in her parents talks that she should go into her world for a permanent stay. It wasn't that they didn't want her daughter to stay; heck, she wanted her to stay as long as she wanted, but it was better for her to be in a place that she wouldn't be afraid to be herself in.

At this point in time she kicked off her work shoes and set those into her closet, pulled her hair out of her bun, and let open the collar of her nurse uniform. She still aspired to be a Healer, but she decided to get this job so that she would have something to do. That was Hermione though, she never wanted an idle minute to herself.

Hermione then took the time to look around her room. It was always a gorgeous room, the walls painted the color of the water she always played by when her parents would take her on holiday to the Caribbean. Those days were filled with fun days of eating sweet fruits, with a tasty virgin margarita, and playing in that aqua sea. The water was always clear, almost to the point that you could see right down to the bottom. She loved to scuba-dive. To see all the interesting creatures big and small. She even once saw two dolphins jump out of the sea! Those were memories that she would remember to her last day on Earth. The color on the wall always made her reminise, but now she was distracted with a rush of many emotions.

Hermione had a spark of excitement to go back to a place she had some of the best times at. There was never a time when there were fun times watching Ron and the other boys play Quidditch, or when Fred and George would prank Ron and the others somehow with a treat they inveted, or when Hermione persuaded them to play tag, and it ended with Ron and Hermione rolling on the soft grass having a tickle fight. Come to think of it, there was never a time she had a fun time without Ron.

Then another rush of emotion ran through her body. A feeling she has had since around forth year. She never knew if this emotion had a name, but it always gave her butterflies, her fingertips would prickle, and her heart would lighten. Like there wasn't a care in the would to be worrying about. Like she was. . .

She had to get going. She needed to get her things in place and orderly before she left. She never liked her mother coming into her room since she came back from her first year at Hogwarts. She didn't want her mother cleaning and then come up on a book that would certainly shock and interest her. Best keep her interested in molars than in Glumbumbles and Alihosty.

She did a once over in her room, adjusting papers on her work desk, moving all of her quills back into her cup, and smoothing her bed so that they wasn't anything ruffled about it. She was a perfectioist, and she knew it. She liked it though. It gave her a feeling a euphoria, to know that something looked nice and neat, and that their wasn't anything wrong with it.

After she was done with that, she looked at her clock. It was in ten minutes time that Ron would be coming to pick her up just like the letter said. "Be by your fire at 6:30 or I'll come up and grap you, decent looking or not." She would have to give him a swift swat on the head for sending her a threat through the mail. Somehow in her stomach it gave a jump for another tickle fight.

Ten minutes time. Seemed a bit like D-Day during WWII. Like a quest. Jumping behind enemy lines. Something that would take courage and bravery to get though. But why would she be worrying about it now?Was it possible she was not as excited about going to the Burrow, but more excited to see Ron?

"No." she said firmly.

"I would have to disagree." said her thoughts in a singsong voice.

"I'm excited to see everyone equally, and it isn't just because of Ron."

"I disagree there again. You like him." said her thoughts again.

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"NO! I don't."

"YES! You do."

"Arugh! Why am I fighting with my own head!"

There was a sigh in her head. "Why do you then listen?" said her mind again.

"Good point."

"Just get dressed. And put some rouge on, you look pale." her mind said in a bored voice.

She was getting her nice white two piece with sparkles of blue flecks on and was just slipping her blue skirt on over her slip, she herd a whooshing from downstairs and a booming voice that said. "I'M TOTALLY GOING BY WHAT I SAID IN THE LETTER!"

Hermione gave a gasp of breath and got her blue kitten heels on when she was making it up from the bottom of the steps. She looked in the mirror to see if her slip was showing, if her locks were still tamed, and looked at her make up one more time. She did look better with her rouge and some lip gloss and some pale blue eyeshadow and her brown-black mascara. Like a woman, not the girl that Ron knew of.

Just as she shrunk her trunk and got she clutch, the door magiclally open and Hermione went to open her mouth as Ron came bounding in to play tackle/grab Hermione. Hermione squealed in laughter and wiggled to get out of his grip. He was relentless and they both fell on her neat bed.

"HAHAHAAA! Stop it Ronald. HAHAHAAA! I mean it! HAHAHAAA! RON!" said Hermione in mirth and giggles.

"I told you I would get you decent or not." said Ron.

"I am decent and I was just ready to go before you barged into my room!" said Hermione.

"I'm going to magic your trunk into the Burrow and we're going somewhere." said Ron.

"Where?" said Hermione.

"For me to know and for you to find out." said Ron pulling his dress sweater right and wiping his trousers smooth as Hermione did so to her bed . Hermione looked again to the mirror, did all that she did before she was roughhoused, and she heard in the back of her head something that made her grin from ear to ear.

"Told you so."

I hope you liked this. Reviews are appreciated. I love the reviews! This was so much fun to write, and I hope to not get more writers block. Enjoy!

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Glumbubles are a furry insect that counteract with the Alihosty leaf. Glumbumbles produces a fluid that causes melencholy, then is used as an antidote for the properties of Alihosty that causes hysteria. From the Harry Potter Lexicon.