PRINCESS PAUPER SYNDROME
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. (But I wish I did though.)
Thank you to: black-unicorn13, Lauren (I just love it when TFB-ers read my stuff!), just-leaves, kitty-cat2134, A LiTTle SomeOnE (I COMMAND YOU TO READ MY OTHER STORIES!! Lol. J/P!), Strawbarry Gurl (Lari! Mah fingers hurt from typing!), darkstar360 (I DEMAND A SIGNED REVIEW FROM YOU NEXT TIME!), RonFan, GreatStory, nastyslack (what oldie film?), Argentum-Nox-noctis (I'm gonna try to model it after that, but I don't think it'll work out that way), Cygnay Apodis, emeraldgray, LotR-PotC-HP-Number1fan, and ~~.
A WEEK AND A DAY
Hermione apparated to Diagon Alley and tried to act "shifty," as Anya had advised her to. Minutes later as she walked pas the Magical Menagerie a hand laid itself on her shoulder. A voice said: "it's time to go now Ms. Brahmes.
Hermione turned around to face the tall muscular man and immediately cowered. She let herself be lead to the Leaky Cauldron, which they promptly exited to find a town car already waiting for them.
Mr. "Silent Man," as Hermione called him in her head opened the car door for her and gestured for her to get in. Again Hermione complied, as to why she did, was still a mystery to her.
The hour long car ride lasted for ages. It was absolutely silent. It got on Hermione's nerves, and she got on Mr. Silent man's nerves as well.
She tapped her fingers softly on the arm rest and the man who sat across from her grunted and Hermione ended her tapping. Minutes later Hermione crossed her legs and started bobbing it up and down in impatience. Mr. Silent Man watched her foot's repetitive action and followed it with a small twitch on his face. After that Hermione thought it best to stop goading the three hundred pound man sitting across from her.
Hermione occupied herself by watching the scenery out of her black tinted window, or by looking around the town car and noting it's luxuriousness. After that she observed Mr. Silent Man and wondered how easy it would be for him to snap her in half.
The painfully long and boring car ride finally came to ane end and by that time Hermione had grown sick of the scenery, memorized the interior of the town car, and could give the exact am mount of wrinkles on Mr. Silent Man's face. She was going bonkers, and was thankful for the end of the ride. They were stopped at large elegant iron gates and were greeted by a chipper young Irish man. He let them through and it was another ten minutes of more driving, until they pulled up to the main house. Hermione stepped out of the town car and kept her surprised and amazed emotions to herself
*****
Anya walked to Hermione's apartment. It was small and homey. She was greeted by friendly faces, and strange sounds and smells.
She loved it. Everything was musty and old, or so it seemed to her. This was a completely different way of living. It lacked fancy furniture, haughty expressions, and a monthly cotillion. Anya immediately knew she was going to love being Hermione Granger.
She climbed the flights of stairs in the building Hermione lived in, enjoying every step of it. As she came closer to Hermione's door, she noticed a tall red-headed man waiting at the door. Assuming it was one of Hermione's friends, Anya decided to try out her new identity on the man.
As she drew closer to the man, he heard her and turned around. "Who are you," he asked.
'CRAP,' thought Anya.
"Where's Hermione" he asked.
Taking in a big breath, Anya calmed herself.
"Hermione's on her way to my life right now, if you'd like to talk to her, you'll have to wait a week," said Anya. She took out Hermione's house key and un-locked the door. "If you want to hear more," she said, "the door's open."
Anya continued into the apartment and let out a huge sigh. Barely four steps into her new living arrangements, the door opened and the red- headed man came in.
"Explain," he said.
And she did.
They talked for hours and hours. They traded stories and shared secrets. Anya fell in love with him, and he returned her feelings.
The couple of Anya Brahmes and Ron Weasley moved rather quickly. By the second day, they were already doing things only serious couples did. And by the third night, in a drunken stupor, they were wed. The two hopped the next cruise to some exotic island, and honeymooned for a week and a day.
AN: GASP! A week and a day?! Let's do the math. . .
Anya switched w/ Herms for one week. Anya married Ron three days after the switch, and they honeymooned fro EIGHT days!! What about Hermione!?
HAHAHA!! REVIEW! *shakes fist* OR ELSE.
REVIEW!!!!!! NOW, I COMMAND IT!!!!! Hearts and kisses, super sycoh
Thank you to: black-unicorn13, Lauren (I just love it when TFB-ers read my stuff!), just-leaves, kitty-cat2134, A LiTTle SomeOnE (I COMMAND YOU TO READ MY OTHER STORIES!! Lol. J/P!), Strawbarry Gurl (Lari! Mah fingers hurt from typing!), darkstar360 (I DEMAND A SIGNED REVIEW FROM YOU NEXT TIME!), RonFan, GreatStory, nastyslack (what oldie film?), Argentum-Nox-noctis (I'm gonna try to model it after that, but I don't think it'll work out that way), Cygnay Apodis, emeraldgray, LotR-PotC-HP-Number1fan, and ~~.
A WEEK AND A DAY
Hermione apparated to Diagon Alley and tried to act "shifty," as Anya had advised her to. Minutes later as she walked pas the Magical Menagerie a hand laid itself on her shoulder. A voice said: "it's time to go now Ms. Brahmes.
Hermione turned around to face the tall muscular man and immediately cowered. She let herself be lead to the Leaky Cauldron, which they promptly exited to find a town car already waiting for them.
Mr. "Silent Man," as Hermione called him in her head opened the car door for her and gestured for her to get in. Again Hermione complied, as to why she did, was still a mystery to her.
The hour long car ride lasted for ages. It was absolutely silent. It got on Hermione's nerves, and she got on Mr. Silent man's nerves as well.
She tapped her fingers softly on the arm rest and the man who sat across from her grunted and Hermione ended her tapping. Minutes later Hermione crossed her legs and started bobbing it up and down in impatience. Mr. Silent Man watched her foot's repetitive action and followed it with a small twitch on his face. After that Hermione thought it best to stop goading the three hundred pound man sitting across from her.
Hermione occupied herself by watching the scenery out of her black tinted window, or by looking around the town car and noting it's luxuriousness. After that she observed Mr. Silent Man and wondered how easy it would be for him to snap her in half.
The painfully long and boring car ride finally came to ane end and by that time Hermione had grown sick of the scenery, memorized the interior of the town car, and could give the exact am mount of wrinkles on Mr. Silent Man's face. She was going bonkers, and was thankful for the end of the ride. They were stopped at large elegant iron gates and were greeted by a chipper young Irish man. He let them through and it was another ten minutes of more driving, until they pulled up to the main house. Hermione stepped out of the town car and kept her surprised and amazed emotions to herself
*****
Anya walked to Hermione's apartment. It was small and homey. She was greeted by friendly faces, and strange sounds and smells.
She loved it. Everything was musty and old, or so it seemed to her. This was a completely different way of living. It lacked fancy furniture, haughty expressions, and a monthly cotillion. Anya immediately knew she was going to love being Hermione Granger.
She climbed the flights of stairs in the building Hermione lived in, enjoying every step of it. As she came closer to Hermione's door, she noticed a tall red-headed man waiting at the door. Assuming it was one of Hermione's friends, Anya decided to try out her new identity on the man.
As she drew closer to the man, he heard her and turned around. "Who are you," he asked.
'CRAP,' thought Anya.
"Where's Hermione" he asked.
Taking in a big breath, Anya calmed herself.
"Hermione's on her way to my life right now, if you'd like to talk to her, you'll have to wait a week," said Anya. She took out Hermione's house key and un-locked the door. "If you want to hear more," she said, "the door's open."
Anya continued into the apartment and let out a huge sigh. Barely four steps into her new living arrangements, the door opened and the red- headed man came in.
"Explain," he said.
And she did.
They talked for hours and hours. They traded stories and shared secrets. Anya fell in love with him, and he returned her feelings.
The couple of Anya Brahmes and Ron Weasley moved rather quickly. By the second day, they were already doing things only serious couples did. And by the third night, in a drunken stupor, they were wed. The two hopped the next cruise to some exotic island, and honeymooned for a week and a day.
AN: GASP! A week and a day?! Let's do the math. . .
Anya switched w/ Herms for one week. Anya married Ron three days after the switch, and they honeymooned fro EIGHT days!! What about Hermione!?
HAHAHA!! REVIEW! *shakes fist* OR ELSE.
REVIEW!!!!!! NOW, I COMMAND IT!!!!! Hearts and kisses, super sycoh