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AN: a few reviews would be spiffy, but I will update every so often regardless :D

Reuinion

Hermione sighed in relief as she silently slid into her room. She had managed to avoid her father, who was, no doubt, drunk as a skunk and angry again. Once Hermiones mother had died her father was apt to drink heavily and prone to fit of rage often directed at Hermione for no other reason than that she was there.

Thankfully though, tonight she would not have to fear his wrath.

With this thought in her mind Hermione slid pleasantly into sleep for she knew the next morning she would get to see her two best friends, and though her chapter in the club life was over, she had ended on a impressive enough note for it to be a perfect time to end.

"Hermione?" A voice said uncertaintly.

"Whaa?" Was all she could manage, she wanted to go back sleep, and communicated this by turning over and tossing a pillow towards where she though the voice had come from.

"Well hello to you too sleepyhead," chimed in another male, which, after a moments consideration, Hermione recognized as Rons voice.

"It's too early to leave. I'm still tired, you should be too. Go away." Apparantly absinthe can give you a pretty nasty headache thought Hermione.

"It's three in the afternoon 'Mione. You were supposed to come over at eleven in the morning, mum is going nutters." Ron stated in a mildly confused voice. This was too unlike Hermione.

"Shhhhit. Hand me that black box over there then." The box was promptly handed to Hermione who opened it, extracted a vial, and downed it in one smooth motion. Her mind cleared. "That's better then. Lemme get changed and I'll be good to go. Whhhat?"

Ron and Harry had both begun to gt the oddest expressions when she was putting away the box and getting her clothes to change into.

"Umm, Hermione, who owns those clothes?" Harry asked uncomfortably.

"And what did you do to your hair? And why are you wearing make-up?" Chirped Ron.

"Oh. Um... Well the clothes are mine Harry, and I straightened it Ron, and I like the make-up most days." With that she sped into her bathroom to change quickly.

Hermione hadn't realized she was still dressed in the garb she liked to wear at clubs. This currently consisted of deep black cigarrette jeans and a deep green backless top which was just barely decent to be public in. So much for keeping things a secret she thought. Her eye make-up matched her top, and though it wasn't dramatic, Hermione had never worn make-up in front of the guys except at the Yule Ball, so it was a very different sight. The most unbelievable thing was her hair though, she had it chemically straightened with holding spells to make it last even longer, so now it was long and manageable.

Quickly she changed into a plain t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, tossing her club clothes in the hamper and brushing her hair with haste. She then fixed her make-up and put it in her trunk before Ron and Harry could see what she was putting in it.

"Ok," Hermione said, "I'm ready, let's go."

"C'mon then, we took the car." Said Ron, then realizing the look Hermione gave him added, "With permission of course."

With that Ron picked up Hermiones trunk and Harry picked up Hermione and they both carried their loads all the way to the car. Though Harry had a few more bruises than Ron did by the end of the journey.

Hermiones father had been absent for this enitre exchange, and led Hermione to wonder who had let them in, but she figured that was a question better not to ask.

With one final glance at her house, for it could not accurately be called a home, they were off to her home. The Burrow. It was going to be a good summer ending, even without the clubs.

Bye Dad, she thought, good luck with whatever you're going to do now.

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