Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writing this now would I? Only the plot and any unknown characters are mine.
Chapter Three – Turning Bad
Lying in her bed Hermione went over everything that went on at the restaurant. She couldn't stop thinking about Draco. She sighed and turned over to stare out her window. No matter how hard she tried she could not get to sleep.
Muttering darkly to herself she finally recognized defeat and padded silently out of her bedroom downstairs to the kitchen. Walking to the fridge she poured herself a glass of orange juice and went and sat at the counter.
Gee, its only 3am. Not even a decent time to be awake. What can I do? She thought. Getting up to walk back to her bedroom to go and battle with sleep again she noticed the front door. Nothing was different about it, but she had an idea of what to do.
Hermione ran as silently as she could to her bedroom, pulled of her PJ's and waled to her closet. She chose a black mini skirt and a black V-neck long sleeved top, with a skull and crossbones above the left breast.
She then grabbed her bag which was still packed from the restaurant and snuck out her front door, shutting it as quietly as possible behind her as to not wake her parents.
Now that she was outside Hermione realized she had nowhere to go but she defiantly took a step forward, looked around and headed to the nearest bus-stop. A night time stroll in Piccadilly sounds nice. She smiled as she sat down and waited for the first night bus to come and take her there.
An hour later Hermione was wandering around aimlessly with no-one to talk to. She was getting rather bored, though still not tired, when she walked past two girls who were sitting on a bench and drinking out of cans of Cider.
The older looking one of them smiled and called her over. Hermione as worried, but didn't want to be stuck out on her own looking like some loner. She went over.
"Hi, My names Carly, I noticed you were alone. Wanna join us?" Said the girl who had called her over.
"Hi I'm Hermione." She said happily.
"D'you mind if I call you Mia?" Carly laughed. "Oh, by the way, this is Aimee!"
Aimee smiled and handed Hermione a cider.
Grimacing slightly she took a swig, smiled and began chatting.
Before she knew it it was 7am. Hermione's parents would have already left for work. "Shit!" She exclaimed. "Didn't mean to stay out this late!"
Carly laughed. "Don't worry about it Mia, from what you've told us your parents would be at work by now. The probably don't have a clue that your out!"
"your right. I'm hungry though" Hermione said chucking her last cider can in the nearest bin.
"Well, why don't we all go grab some breakfast, then g shopping?" Carly smiled.
Aimee, who seemed to be rather quiet and shy pipped up. "I can't! I'm tired, I'm gonna go home and sleep."
Carly rolled her eyes at hermione. "Come on then Mia. See yerz later Aimee!"