Wow, I updated this within two years, if only by a month. But there is more to come, this thing has a plot now (OMG, I know).
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, after all these years, I'm still not the almighty J.K. Rowling.
Nope, sorry. If I did you'd be able to tell 'cause there'd be a lot more Draco.
It was a week until the end of the school year and Hermione was going "home" for the summer. She couldn't really call it home yet though. Her parents had bought a new house while she'd been away at school. It was smaller than their old one, but that made sense, neither she nor Melissa needed a lot of space for toys anymore.
Hermione's parents had sent her pictures of the house. She sighed; the new house only had two bedrooms. She wondered what it would be like sharing a room with her sister. She'd probably go insane, but that was a week from now, no point in sulking over it now. Right now she had more pressing issues to take care of. Like Ron looming over her shoulder.
"Who's that" Ron asked, pointing to one of the pictures in her lap.
"Who's who, Ronald?"
She knew who. There was only one person Ron hadn't met in the picture, which happened to be of her family in front of the new house. She was just stalling; she couldn't tell him she had a sister, he'd just freak out and get paranoid about what else she was hiding from him.
"The chick next to your folks that looks kinda like you, who else?" Hermione thought that she might as well try.
"That's my cousin, Melissa. She was helping them unpack." Hermione held her breath, hoping that he'd buy it and maybe leave her alone for a while.
"Oh… She's hot."
Hermione just stared up at him, stunned. She looked over at Harry, who was doing some homework in front of the fireplace. Oh yeah, he'd heard, he was shaking his head and laughing. A glare from Hermione later he sighed, nodded and started to walk over.
As Hermione started up the stairs to the girls' dorms she heard Harry explaining to Ron that, "looks kinda like you." didn't make what he'd said an acceptable compliment. Hermione was glad that Harry was there to tell Ron this, he was much better at it.
Maybe sharing a room with Melissa over the summer would be good for her. But then again maybe she would die from overexposure to chatter.