Author's Note: howdy, y'all! Be warned--this chapter is very,VERY short XD and I am very, VERY sorry about it. Please forgive my shortnessity lol.
Good news, though! First off, I've got half of chapter 7 done (though that's another chapter away lol), I know exactly how chapter 6 will be and guess what! I'm gonna add another "dating" chapter in soon! I just think that the whole thing when a little fast, so I'm adding another day in the Muggling world. It will take place like after chapter 3 i think...is that right? After the first kiss? (Personally I thought the second kiss was better lol. Sorry, I just got a thing with chicks slapping guys. THEY BLOODY DESIRVE IT! lol jk jk! Don't hurt me, please! I was just KIDDING!)
Lol anyway, enjoy this very short chapter and I hope you guys are looking forward to the future ones.
Chapter Six:
Doesn't Surprise Me
Hermione sat on a splintered stool, staring out at the sky. Ron and Harry were wrestling a little further ahead. Yes, they were at the Burrow, where they usually met up every summer before going back to school. And today was scheduled for the owls to come with their lists. Of course Hermione was eager to get the letter—she'd been out there since late dawn, skipping breakfast and never ungluing her eyes from the clear blue sky. The two seventh-year boys had come out and joined her a little after ten, sleep still in their eyes. Being the smart ass he was, Ron had commented on what a freak she was when it came to anything about Hogwarts. That's when Harry had tackled him, and they'd been going at it ever since.
But that's not the only reason Hermione sat out there—she was waiting for something else as well, another note. And the sender was from Draco Malfoy. Yeah, as much as she wanted him out of her head, she couldn't help but dream of him addressing an owl to her, telling her that he missed her touch, her laughter……
Bah! What was she thinking! Like that would ever happen—he was a Malfoy, for God's sake! 'It was just a fling,' the Gryffindor kept reminding herself. 'Remember, you were the only magic-user in that part. Not like he really thought you special or anything—I mean, get real! A Malfoy!' But no matter how many times she told herself that, Hermione couldn't help but have a small amount of hope bubbling in her stomach. Ever since she'd arrived at the burrow, Draco had not once been less than a brief thought in her mind each day. He just wouldn't leave her alone!
"Hey, Herm!" The brown head was jolted out of her thoughts and back to reality where Harry was grinning at her proudly, Ron in a head lock struggling in his grip. Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "Got him for ya!"
"Lemme go!" Ron spat, trying to pry Harry's fingers off his neck. "Lemme go right now, God damnit!" Finally the-boy-who-lived let go of him and he stumbled backwards, choking in breath. "Bloody Hell, Harry," he said, grinning stupidly at his best friend. "Was it really that necessary to do that so roughly? I mean, I was just kidding with her!"
Harry went over to him and extended a hand; Ron gratefully took his offer and stood up, brushing the dirt off himself. "Well, it wasn't only for that, mate," the jet-black haired boy said. "It was also for hitting me this morning to get up, messing with my girl…oh, and don't forget just for the heck of it."
The red head punched him on the arm playfully and they both walked back to Hermione who was watching them with an easy smile playing on her lips. She loved those two, her best friends since first year. The three of them had gone though so much, she found it impossible to think of them not in her life. When they reached her, Hermione stood up and brushed off her own bottom and then spoke. "Good going you guys—I can tell you both have gotten stronger over the summer break, eh?"
The boys proudly smiled, their eyes glinting in pride. "Yeah, we have," Ron said joyfully, almost like a little kid. "Glad that you can tell. Harry and me have been working out ever since he can early this summer, right, Harry?"
"Yep." The raven-haired boy winked at her and added, "Well, I have—Ron on the other hand has usually been working his jaw mussels back in the kitchen."
Hermione laughed wildly at this and Ron scowled angrily at him. Just then, Hermione stomach growled all of the sudden, causing her to giggle even more. "Oops," she laughed, "guess the talk of food has gotten my own tummy to wake up; I haven't eaten yet this morning. Could you guys do me a favor and bring out a biscuit for your poor friend?"
"Sure, no problem!" the red head said, obviously glad to get away from the embarrassing subject. "Be right back then." He trotted away, but Harry stayed put and frowned down at his best friend.
"Why don't you just come in yourself, 'Mione? That way you could have an entire meal. I'm more than sure Mrs. Weasely would be happy to set something out," he said.
The brown head smiled up at him and shook her head. "Nah, I'm okay. Thanks, though." She chuckled lightly and noted, "You know how I am about these things. Besides, it's such a beautiful day; I'd hate to have miss a single second of it." The two Gryffindors looked back at the sky, Hermione's eyes longing.
Harry said, "Well, you should at least put on some sunscreen, you know. It's pretty hot out here today, isn't it?" Briefly placing a hand on her head, the boy started going back towards the beaten-up house as well. "I'll go get ya some from my suitcase, alright? Also a glass of water—actually two." He grinned. "I'm pretty parched as well, ya know." Hermione turned and smiled at his retreating figure; he was so caring, all ways looking out for everyone. 'Now why couldn't I fall for someone like him?' she wondered with a sad look. 'Of course he's got Ginny, but there's got to be other caring guys out there like him.' Thoughts turned to the crush she had had on Ron that had lasted for quite a few years. Once blinded by his cute, clumsy looks, Hermione had been thinking about him over the break and realized how stupid she was. All they ever did was flirt, hate each other for flirting with someone else, or make fun of one another—and usually it was the last two. They would never be together, and if they ever were it defiantly wouldn't last for long.
Sighing, Hermione gazed back up at the empty sky, hoping for an owl carrying anything to swoop down. The day seemed to go on forever, hour after hour stretching out to eternity. When Harry and Ron had came back out they'd sat there for a while with her, chatting about random things like Quidditch and the hunt for Lucius Malfoy was still full in motion, causing Hermione's heart to sink over again once more. She wished they would just shut up; it was already hard enough to keep Draco out of her head alone!
About an hour passed by before Ron became bored and wandered off. Harry soon followed, beckoning Hermione to follow as well. Hesitantly, she did as asked and the three of them ended up in the back yard of the Burrow, taking out Harry's Firebolt and another broom they found in the shed. Hermione cheered them on as they threw a ball back and forth in the air, performing different shows and skills off to the one-member audience below. But truth behold, she still wasn't completely following the "game"—her mind was still wondering off to search the sky for upcoming owls.
It wasn't till late four p.m. that finally their schedules came. Being so excited, Hermione practically tore the letter off the owl, causing it to shriek and fly off madly. She paid the two boys no mind when the stared gawking at her over reenactment. At the same time the trio—including Ginny, of course, when they called her out—ripped open the envelopes and took out their supplies list.
Something metal fell out of Hermione's and landed on the green grass.
"Huh?" The brown head reached down and plucked it up again—it was a badge with the words "Head Girl" printed on it, a lion just underneath it. She squealed in delight and everyone rushed over, congratulating and hugging her hard. This is what she'd wished forever since her first year at Hogwarts, to become Head.
When all the commotion ended, Ron spoke. "No offence, Hermione—but this doesn't surprise me. I mean, you're the smartest student in our year—someone would have to be out of their right mind not to choose ya." Hermione blinked back tears and tackled the red head boy to the ground; that had to be the nicest thing he'd ever said to her in their friendship! Usually he just made fun of her brains.
"Yeah, Herm!" everyone agreed. "We knew you'd get it all along. Congrats again!" Hermione fished through the envelope once more, coming out with the list she knew was there and then another note reading, "To Miss. Hermione Granger." She unfolded it and read the neat cursive:
Dear Miss. Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you were selected this year to become Head Girl of Hogwarts. Only two students were selected for this honor, as you very well know.
On the Hogwarts Express, we would appreciate if you would kindly sit in the Head's compartment where you will meet your new roommate (the other Head) and be instructed further on your duties and rules by the a professor.
We hope that the rest of your summer break goes well and that you enjoy this news.
Sincerely yours,
The Hogwart's Staff
The rest of the day Hermione felt like she was floating on air—Mrs. and Mr. Weasely were all over her (well, mainly Molly—she's pretty much like a second mom, right? Lol), crooning over how much of a big honor it was. The next day they'd go to Diagon Alley the next morning.
Hermione spoiled herself, getting extra things that she didn't need like new robes, inkbottles and quills, make-up, hair ties, some jewelry, and then she treated Crockshanks with a fuzzy toy mouse. Of course she wouldn't have been able to afford all this without the help of her parent's loving allowance she'd received for the good news on become Head and then there was Harry who insisted that he give his best friend a little reward for all her hard work building up to her dream. She hugged him tight and whispered thank you over and over in his ear and then hugged Ron who just kind of stood there looking left out.
In two more days they would be getting on the Hogwarts Express for their last year; Hermione was so eager she was practically bouncing off the wall. What would the Heads' room look like? Better yet—who was the Head Boy she had to share it with? Part of her mind couldn't help but hope it was Draco Malfoy.
Author's Note: Don't hurt me! I know that was like extremely short! I'm sorry! Lol really, I didn't know that the stupid chapter would be this small…sorry again
Peasant