Chapter 3: Caught in Discussion
Hermione looked at her date.
'UGH!' was all that came to mind. It was obvious why he was so feared at
his school. He was big, gross, and, well, big. Something about his name, though, was very familiar.
"Hey," Dudley said in a 'suave' voice. He took a step closer to her.
'Remember why you're doing this. Remember why you're doing this. WAIT! Why am I doing this except to get even for Jared!' She thought.
A flash came from behind Dudley. He turned around and everyone looked over his shoulder. Two adults, who were obviously his parents, were standing behind him. The woman holding the camera was tall with a neck that reminded Hermione of a girraffe. She assumed that this was Dudley's mother. The large, round man beside her had an enormous mustache and was dressed in an obviously expensive suit. This was obviously his father, the two looked extremely similar, especially the amount of chins.
'That man looks familiar' Hermione thought. She looked at the doorway that
led to the living room and saw a pair of bright green eyes and a head of messy, jet-black hair.
'OH MY GOD! THIS IS HARRY'S HOUSE! EWWWWWWWWWWWW!' He was staring at her and Dudley noticed her staring at him. He quickly turned around and frowned.
"Why don't you all come into the parlor for a cup of tea before you go to
the dance?" Mrs. Dursley suggested before Dudley could do anything.
"Yes, thank you Mrs. Dursley. That would be lovely" Hermione quickly said,
hoping to find a way to talk to Harry.
Dudley frowned about his parents, obviously wanting to get to the dance.
"Dudley, please take the guests to the parlor. Your father and I will be
right out with little snacks." Mrs. Dursley said, not chipper or anything, but wit hsome excitement.
"Um, Dudley, could you please point me towards the restroom. I must fix my make-up" Hermione asked politely.
"Sure. It's right over there." Dudley said, not understanding why women
always wanted to fix their make-up.
"Thank you"
She rushed over towards Harry and signaled for him to meet her in the bathroom.
When they got there, she closed the door and grabbed him in a big hug.
"Oh my god Harry, I've missed you so much!" She quietly squealed.
"I've missed you too, but what are you doing here? And as Dudley's date?
And dressed like that?" He was stunned. When he left school, he said good-bye to a conservative, frizzy-haired bookworm who never seemed to have a figure. Now he was looking at a shapely, long legged woman who had the right curves in the right places that were more than the right size wearing a bunch of silver jewelry, a black halter top and a torn jean mini skirt. Her hair was long, frizz free and smooth.
His little Hermione had grown up.
"My friends and I thought that it would be fun to get even with my friend's
brother for blackmailing him into doing this, don't ask what the it is, and
unfortunately I got stuck with doing the dirty work. And I didn't do this
to myself, though I wish I had earlier. You see, every time I hang out with
my muggle friends they do something like this to me. They think that I'm
not outgoing enough and want me to be more free with myself and stuff, but
enough about me, how are you? Have you heard from Ron? How's the Order?" Hermione got out in one breath, trying to gat Harry to stop gawking at her. She wanted to ask about Sirius's funeral, but thought that it was better not to mention it. She had been unable to go to it, but she had helped to plan it so Harry wouldn't have to.
"Yeah. He's fine and he's coming to pick me up tomorrow and the Order is
doing well, but that's all I know about it. You should go. I want you to
break my cousin's heart fast" Hermione giggled. She was relieved that Harry was being so cool with the whole thing. They headed for the door when he put in, "And make it brutal."
Hermione smiled. "How about I do it tomorrow, so I can come by to see Ron? Or we can meet somewhere, like the beach? I'll send him a bathing suit or something tonight so you guys can. But you'll have to tell him to pretend to not know me."
They hugged each other again and said their good-byes.
"So you go to, ah Hermione. We were just talking about schools. Which
school do you attend?" Mr. Dursley asked her.
"Oh, I go to a boarding school in America" she said as she sat down, unfortunately, next to Dudley, signaling with her eyes to her friends
not to say that that was a lie.
"Oh, and how is it there?" Mrs. Dursley asked.
"Oh, it is very lovely"
"Where exactly do you stay?" Mr. Dursley asked between bites.
"Excuse me?" Hermioen was confused.
"Where in America do you stay?"
"Oh, so sorry. Well I go to New York City." Hermione replied quickly, naming the first state that came to mind. "It's a small school near Manhattan."
"What sort of grades do you get?"
"I am actually at the top of my class, and I don't mean to brag, but all of
my professors go on about how I'm the brightest student they have ever
known to go there." She said with a big smile on her face. She knew that
Harry was listening and she looked up and saw him staring at her with a
peculiar look on her face.
"Why are you other eight going to the dance if it isn't your school?" Mr.
Dursley asked, turning the attention to Hermione's silent friends.
"Oh, well Pierre and Joel are actually there to play with their garage band
for the entertainment because some of their band goes to Smeltings and I am going because I help them with their equipment and stuff, I' their manager, sort of, so the school told me to come and for all of us to bring dates" Jared said
"And I have a job for a party planning company and helped to plan the dance so the headmaster told me I could come," Chad put in.
"Splendid, a working boy. I like that." Mr. Dursley said.
The conversation/interrogation went on for another fifteen minutes.
"So" Dudley said in his 'suave' voice as soon as they got out of the house,
"How about Maya and I ('EWWW! HE ALREADY HAS A PET NAME FOR ME!' Hermione thought) take my Porsche and the rest of you can go in the car you came in"
Before anyone could say anything, he got into the car (and dragged Hermione in) and drove way
A/N I was gonna throw up while writing this! Just thinking about Dudley
makes my want to vomit. I'm sorry if I made you want to also, but the next chapter won't be any better. P.S. please pretend that in England you're allowed to drive at sixteen, it ties into a chapter coming up and without tha tone little thing the whole world I have created will come ot an end.