Disclaimer: I have never owned, and never will. A bit of spoilers, to those ppl who never read the fifth book and is waiting for the fifth movie to come out.
A/N Ok, I forgot to mention that SIRIUS IS ALIVE! To my reviewers:
Avanell: Thanks!
DracosSlave: I know why you picked draco, he IS hot, but I'm not gonna choose him though. Sorry!
anonymous: I don't care about age. Hermione's an adult, and as long as she doesn't pick some old man (like, grandpa old), I'm happy!
HRInuyashaFan16: Thank you! I think I'll count that as both Bill and Charlie.
I clumsily slammed my bedroom door shut angrily once I entered it. "GRRR- ANNH!!!" I screamed out in frustration, not caring what I sounded like at the moment. It had been three days since Ron and Harry's letter, and three days since I accidentally charmed my quill to WRITE DOWN MY INNER MOST THOUGHTS! Monday was the next morning, and so far, I'd been having a bad week, what with all the ministry work and fussing over the letter! I kicked the wall, before whipping out my wand and yelling "Bombarda" at a muggle globe on my desk. It exploded, but I kicked the pieces off the floor as I strolled to my bed and flung myself down into the pillows.
"ARG!" I screamed out again. The Ministry was killing me. I knew that even since Arthur Weasley became Minister or Magic, things in the Wizarding World were becoming much more smoother, but Percy Weasley was his assistant (the family forgave him) and even though I was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcements, he, Percy Weasley, could still boss me around and he has given me piles of documents and ministry files I still needed to finish. Not to mention that I haven't slept in two days and I was a total mess, and this 'party' was tomorrow.
"Why does my life stink?" I asked my bare white ceiling. I glared at it as though it was all its fault, before getting up and strutting to the bathroom.
After taking a hot twenty minute shower, I dressed into a nightgown and walked to my desk to get a brush. I was determined to had a good night's rest tonight, and be on my own in a relaxing, peaceful, slumber...
"Damn." I had accidentally kneed my desk really hard, and my leg was now throbbing. This was gonna bruise by tomorrow morning. Putting my wet, dripping mass of hair aside from my face, I sat down and gingerly rubbed it. This was NOT a good day. I took out my brush and tried to comb through it, but it somehow got stuck. "Ow, ow ow ow, OW!" I heard a snap and my brush came out of the bush, but the handle had snapped cleanly in two. I threw it at the wall, screaming when it didn't break again. Seeing red with anger, I threw my other good brush at the wall, screaming.
"Ok, calm down," I told myself, breathing in and out really fast. Things were definitely not going well at the moment. My work, my social and my love life was not going well at the moment. I readjusted my bathrobe, but something on the wall where I had thrown the brush caught my eye.
"No..." I whispered threateningly, my head starting to pop. I made a fist, and didn't have to look to know it was white. But I didn't care. I didn't care that I would get blisters from it, as long as I didn't punch the wall. "He didn't..."
I jumped up to the calendar on the wall, scanning it. "He DID! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" I quickly darted to the closet and to the bathroom with fresh new clothes in my hand. Today wasn't Sunday. Oh no, it wasn't. Sunday was yesterday. Yesterday I had gone to visit my parents, like I planned to on Sunday. Yesterday, I had gone to a social party, which only opened on Sunday. And with bright red marker, I had written this on the square for Sunday. So that meant that today was dear old Monday, and it was about six thirty already, and I was supposed to be there by seven.
With no time to control my hair, I magically packed my trunk while brushing my teeth and dressing in casual jeans and t-shirt. I was NEVER late for anything in my life! This morning, Percy had stopped by, and told me to get going to work, insisting it was Sunday over and over again. I wasn't thinking clearly, since I had a hangover from the just yesterday, and I knew that he knew that.
Seeing red, I finished packing (everyone was staying overnight just 'for fun') and raced out into the living room, dragging my trunk along with me. So much for a goodnight's rest. I could tell everyone was going to be up until four in the morning playing games, Quidditch, etc.
I grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped into the fire. "The Burrow." With a flash of green, I felt the usual nauseating sickness behind my navel and the whirlful sensation. Once I get my hands on that Percy, ooh... I rubbed my hands together, cackling evilly inside my head.
With a slight thud, I fell forwards and out of the fireplace. Glancing at my watch, I realised that I had arrived ten minutes before everyone else was expected to arrive. Sighing with relief that something had gone right today, I dragged my trunk to a couch and sat down, waiting. No one had heard my arrival. I wondered if anyone cared, really.
A few minutes later, I heard a loud 'pop' indicating apparition and someone thudding his or her way from the kitchen to the living room where I was. He was whistling, but stopped when he saw me. "Hermione?"
I glanced up to see Sirius Black, newly returned from the veil, smiling dazzling at me. I grinned, and stood to hug him, but he took a step back. "Er, your...hair." He chuckled, and covered his mouth, trying not to laugh at me.
I opened my mouth to retort, when I realised to my horror that my hair had been wet when I flooed. And now it was soaked in ashes! I picked it up with my fingers, the strand of black, ashed hair dripping to my feet. "Oh, great. I knew I should have apparated." I blushed, not looking the older man's eye while he started laughing. Not the 'haha', humiliating laugh, the 'nice, im laughin with you' haha. "Shut up." He ignored me, smiling and wiping away an imaginary tear.
I took out my wand from the pocket of my jeans and waved it at my head, praying that no one else enters the room. The ashes, which clung to my hair because of the water, disappeared and my hair dried up completely. The only problem now was that it was all frizzy. Sirius started laughing heartily at me. I glared, and then pointed my wand at him threateningly. "Shut up, or you'll find yourself unable to have any children."
"You don realise that I'm a skilled, professional Auror," Sirius told me, "so that means that I know the shield from the curse."
Glaring, I strolled up until I was directly a foot in front of Sirius, pointing daggers from my eyes into his soft hazel ones (A/N made it up). "I wasn't talking about using a curse," I whispered, smirking dangerously. He was about half a foot taller than me, so basically, he would look more intimidating, but I used venom to make myself as scary as Voldemort. "A good kick should do it." I clicked my high heel shoes. I don't know when I started wearing them, but I liked feeling tall. At least they weren't stilletos.
Sirius looked down at my red shoes, and slowly backed up away from me again, hitting the wall. He didn't look scared, but he knew that I might do what I threatened to. Afterall, I was the one who kneed Malfoy in the place where the sun don't shine at graduation. Sirius himself threw me my own party for that occasion. "You're not gonna...really...are you? Because if you do, I'll get the twins and Moony to help me set up a dungbomb in your room, and think of all the other things..."
Stepping on his foot, I turned around, frowning as I went to organise my things. I was tired, and cranky. I had no patience for his immaturity at the moment. Unfortunately, someone else came into the room.
"Hermione!" Molly Weasley shrieked, coming over to hug me. I winced, but didn't stop her as she engulfed me in a tight squeeze. "Oh, we weren't sure you would make it. Percy said that you have been really busy these past few days, and might have slep-"
"Percy," I hissed menacingly, making a fist behind my back. Sirius started laughing, seeing my look to kill. Molly took a step back, but it was to get a good look at me. She ignored the hatred she was hearing in her son's name.
"My, you have grown. Do you have a boyfriend yet? Someone like you should get married soon...I still have Charlie or Percy to offer..." I blushed when she mentioned Charlie (afterall, everyone can SO tell that he's good looking), but I narrowed my eyes when she mentioned the other one.
"PERCY!" I hissed again. "It's HIS fault that I'm like this! I'm gonna kill him...gonna kill him..." I mumbled to myself, walking away from Molly and stalked upstairs to Ginny's old room after saying bye to Molly. She was too shocked to ask me what that was all about. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but she keeps trying to set me up with anybody, and will use her sons if she has to.
I was just outside the door when I realised I had left my luggage downstairs. "Can this day get any worse?" I huffed, before turning around to go back downstairs. I had jerked quite suddenly, and not noticed someone who was behind me. So naturally, I tumbled into him, who knocked my trunk out of the way whilte I fell onto him.
"Sorry!" I snapped angrily to Sirius, who got up, dusting his pants.
"You left this," he gestured to my trunk, "downstairs."
"I know," I spat out. I stayed sitting on the ground against the wall and crossed my arms in fury. "I hate my life."
Sirius let out a laugh, and held out his hand. "Don't we all."
I ignored his hand to help me up and took out my wand. I levitated it to my room and shut the door with a SLAM. Sirius raised an eyebrow at me.
"Temper, temper." Sirius leaned back on the wall, watching me amusedly as I picked myself up from the floor glower. "Not even a 'Thank you Sirius, for bringing my trunk up'?" he imitated with a slightly higher voice. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Look, I'm not having the best of days these days," I said under my breath, my face starting to heat up. I clenched my fits in anger again. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "If you see a redhead by the name of Percy, give him this from me, ok?" I punched my left hand with my right fist. "And make sure it hurts. That's something I can thank you for."
Then I whipped open the door to Ginny's old room, strode into it and slammed it shut, hearing Sirius barking laughter ringing from the other side. In my rage, I heard a vase from the hallway explode, and Sirius' laughter stopped. I smirked, only to finally slump down onto my bed, with tears of frustration. I don't think anything was going right for me at the moment. I had no boyfriend, my friends Harry and Ron were always with their jobs or with their 'soulmates', my parents were somewhere in France and MY JOB SUCKS!!!!!! I screamed into my pillow, before it exploded into feathers in my face
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