A/N: Thank you for awesomeness guys! Keep reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following! This is 550 or so words, that's because my Writer's Block for this story just went away. :P
Chapter 4
It was an odd sight, three wizards walking down the hallway, the two boys acting like they were in an action movie. The middle girl put a hand in her pocket, pulled out three tickets, and replaced them again, and the group moved a little quicker as they heard people exiting out of their rooms to see the Golden Trio.
"At least they weren't muggles," Harry said once they were finally out. Hermione nodded.
"Shall we catch our bus?" Hermione asked, pulling the boys to a bus stop. "We need to meet with the Australian Minister of Magic today to discuss our plans." In a few minutes, a pink three decker bus appeared around the curve, going way to fast. Instinctively—from years of the knight bus—the three stepped back as the doors opened in front of them. A woman opened the bus doors and smiled at them.
"Come on board, honeys," she said in an American accent. Hermione looked startled, and paused as Ron and Harry went on back to seats.
"You aren't Australian," she told the woman. The busdriver rolled her eyes.
"I'm Erika, and I'm visitin' here from New Orleans in America," she agreed. "Now, sugar, you better get on back with your friends. We have some important people on board today!"
"Excuse me, but we saved the world from Voldemort!" Hermione was getting stares from the other passengers, but she was holding her ground.
"Sure you did dearie. But go on back now, alrighty?"
"We did! I promise you! I'm Hermione Granger! And that's Ron Weasley! And Harry Potter!"
"I'd recognize Harry Potter, baby. He has brown hair and blue eyes." Hermione's eyebrows retreated into the top of her bushy hair. "What? I've seen the movies. Never bothered to read the books though, they're obviously for muggles."
"That's Harry Potter though! And I'm Hermione Granger!"
"Then why ain't your hair curly?"
"Because they had to curl Emma Watson's hair since it's straight! Their actors! All actors!" A young child had begun to wail, but the stand-off was still going strong.
"Sweetie, where are you going today? I really need to move this bus before the muggles notice."
"We're going to the Minister of Magic's office! He needs to speak with us! Because we're who we say we are!" Before Hermione threw an all-out tantrum, Ron had stepped up and pulled her back to the seat. Harry stepped up to the front and kneeled down the talk to the woman. She patted Harry's cheek and sent him off with a 'Thank you sugar!' and started driving the bus again.
"What did you tell her?" Hermione asked him. Harry shifted away from her and looked at the ground. "Well?"
"I just told her where we needed to go, and some other stuff…" Harry began awkwardly.
"You told her I was insane didn't you? Didn't you?!"
"Well, not exactly, but yeah, that was kind of the implication…." Hermione's cheeks flushed and she tried to say something, but she was shell-shocked and unable to turn her thoughts into words terrible enough to annoy Harry. He scratched the back of his messy hair.
"Sorry…" he said. Hermione clenched her fists so as to not punch him.