A/N: I hope you like the first chapter :) This story is mainly about Hermione and Amanda's cousin which i havent decided who that should be yet..
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters, if you ever read dreadful sorry I'm going to combine the two so I don't own the plot either…
Fall to Pieces
Chapter 2
A week had passed and she went home for the summer. Her mom had made her take summer school at West River Academy.
"Pinch me so I'll wake up," moaned Hermione as she twirled her combination lock and open the metal door. "This whole week has been a nightmare." She stripped off the schools uniform and pulled on the hateful West River Academy regulation swimsuit.
Amanda nodded in sympathy. "It's too bad your mom found out. But, you know, I wish you'd told me you hadn't taken the test. I'd have helped you." She grinned. "I do happen to know a little bit about swimming, you know!"
"That's just it. You're such a star, I couldn't tell you." Hermione bumdled her clothes into the locker and slammed the door. "And now I'm stuck with Coach Hawthorne. Listen, can you come in with me? That way, if i start to drown, you'll be on hand to fish me out." She laughed unconvincingly. Amanda didn't know she wasn't joking.
But Amanda shook her head. "Sorry. Don't you Remember my cousin is coming today? His school is already out for the summer. Mom's picking him up at the bus station and then coming to get me. They should be here any second."
"Oh, right." With the blow-up with her mother, all the fuss about swim lessons, and the nights broken by the dream, Hermione had forgotten. And yet Amanda had been excited for weeks that her cousin was coming to town for the summer. "Maybe I can meet him this weekend." Hermione told her. "If my mother lets me out of the house."
"She's pissed, huh?" Amanda light blue eyes were sympathetic. She picked up Hermione's blue towel from the bench and handed it to her. "Listen, I've got to go now. I'll call you later."
Hermione hesitated at the door to the pool. "Wish me luck." As Amanda turned away, Hermione hugged her blue canvas backback against her chest. Inexplicably, the long hallway from the dream flickered in her mind.I wish this were a dream, too! The lump of dread in her stomact was as hard as the cement bottom of the pool. Maybe she was coming down with stomach cancer.
Now that would make a fine medical excuse.
"Come on, don't be afraid, just take a big breath and jump in! If you don't just do it, you'll never pass!"
Coach Hawthrone's voice rang in Hermione's ears, but Hermione just stood there staring down at the blue water. Finally she scrunched her eyes shut and edged a cautious foot over the side of the pool. The water, cold and infinitely dangerous, closed over her big toe.
"That isn't good enough, Hermione! Jump in! Get a move on!" Coach Hawthrone's voice grew sharp. They had been standing around like this for twenty minutes already.
Hermione opened her eyes and stepped quickly away from the edge of the pool, the lump of panic heavy in her stomach. "I've told you - I can't" The fear made her voice sullen.
Hermione glanced at the water and saw her pale face reflected in the blue surface. She edged toward the locker room. "I told you," she murmured. "I just can't"
"you mean you wont, Hermione. That's quite different."
But Hermione slipped through the swinning door and walked through the locker room. She dressed quickly and slung her backpack over her shoulder. Expecting Coach Hawthrone to appear any second to haul her back to the pool. She couldn't believe she just walked away from a teacher.
Hurrying now, Hermione bypassed the regular pool and exit and slipped out the door that lead into the back hallway to the gym. The corridors of West River Acdemy were empty, and Hermione footsteps echoed as she ran, her sandals slapping the polished wood. She kept glancing back over her shoulder to make sure Coach Hawthrone was not in hot pursuit. It would just be her luck, the way things were going, to get suspended for running away.
.:Flash back:.
Jenny, Hermione's mother had came to school happy and proud at all the prise about Hermione's academic performance.
She was perplexed, through, when Mrs. Higley said that Hermione would be graduating with honors next summer- right up at the vry top of her class-provied that she fulfilled the swim requirement. Jenny pointed out that Hermione had passed the test a year ago.
Hermione had brought home a note from the headmistress herself attesting to the fact. Then it was Mrs. Higley's trun to look puzzled, and she sent to school secretary to bring Hermione to the office for a little chat. The whole chemistry class was buzzing at her summons to the headmistress. Hermione Granger in trouble? It boggled their minds.
The headmistress frowned at Hermione and opened the filer folder of her recored at West River Academy." I never wrote your mother a note saying you had passed your swim requirement," she said." Becasue, as you well know, you have refused to take the test each summer."
.:End Flashback:.
Hermione hurried down the long corridor of the recreation wing and turned into the lobby. She heard footstpes tapping down the corridor to her right and pushed wildly through the heavy front doors. Coach Hawthrone must not catch her!
She flew out into the wide tone steps and crashed headlong into a man standing there. She reeled backward. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and streadied her. Her canvas backpack thudded down the steps.
"Whoa!" He said. "That was close."
Flustered, Hermione stared for a second at the blur of his blue shirt, then smiled apologetically up at him. With surpise, she saw Amanda standing on the steps next to him.
A/N: Please Review and tell me who Amanda's cousin should be
Ron?
Draco?
Harry?
Blaise?
Heres a sence from the next chapter...althrough it might change if you chose a different character.
There was a sudden rush of wind and, oddly, a smell of salt, as if an ocean breeze had somehow traveled far inland, wafting across the Ohio vally. "Hob..." She breathed the name softly, holding out her hand to him.
Amanda snorted. "Not Bob! I told you, its..."