"GET UP! GET UP I SAID! I SWEAR HERMIONE JANE GRANGER IF YOU DON'T GET UP THIS VERY INSTANT…." A piercing shriek sounded from besides Hermione's bed. With a start, Hermione bounced up, wild hair in all of its frizzy glory, and sleepy eyes still glazed.
"What the hell…?" she muttered and turned sleepily towards her alarm clock. She was awake just enough to realize that she recognized the voice that was quickly reaching the screaming level.
"Harry Potter…"she growled as she slammed the top of her alarm clock to stop the obnoxious shrillness still echoing in her ears. She threw back her down comforter and slid into her dressing gown, trying to tame her hair in the mirror. She had only lived with Harry and Ron for a month, and didn't feel like scaring them away this early into their escapade in living together.
She trounced across the small, but homey room, and threw open her pink door at the end of the hall, in the top floor of the house, also known as the attic. When they had bought this house two months ago, she had immediately captured this room as hers, and the boys had had no qualms. They were much too lazy to climb up two flights of stairs every day and night. Hermione had liked the seclusion, the romanticism it held, and the charming feel it gave her.
Though at the moment, she wasn't feeling very charming.
Storming down the stairs, she rapped on Harry's door with her knuckles. "Harry Potter come out this instant!"
She heard a muffled moan, and banged a little harder on the door. "I said, COME OUT!"
She heard a bang as she recognized his Firebolt being hurled at the door. "If you don't open this door in five seconds, it's getting KNOCKED down!"
She heard something that sounded conspicuously like, "Bite me!" but she wasn't sure.
Grasping her wand from inside her dressing gown, she whispered a spell under her breath and soon the door disappeared before her very eyes. Stepping through the doorway, she wrinkled her nose at the lack of floor she could see. Every single spot of carpet was covered with clothes. She wasn't sure if they were clean or dirty, but there was no question whether they were wrinkled. In fact, they looked like they had been stepped on more once.
With a swish and flick of her wand, Hermione lifted the mess into a large pile and began to levitate it towards the hallway.
"Thanks Mom." A sarcastic voice filled the room suddenly.
Whirling around, Hermione came face to face with a very sleepy, yet very handsome Harry Potter. She didn't fail to notice he slept with no shirt on. And that his hair looked delightfully messy with bed-head.
"Your welcome."
Harry stared at her, still not fully comprehending why she was standing in his room, levitating his clothes into the hall. Sensing his confusion, Hermione suddenly remembered why she was there in the firs place. "Harry, I came into your room to thank you ever so much for that charming wake up call I got today."
Harry still stared at her in confusion. "Why are you in my room?"
Hermione sighed in exasperation and flopped on her back onto his bed. "Focus Harry."
Harry sat down next to her, furrowing his brow a little bit, looking back and forth between his laundry, and the oh-so-beautiful Hermione sprawled on his bed. Wearing a dressing gown. A very SHORT dressing gown. Why was it that he only noticed this when she was lying on his bed?
Pushing these thoughts away, Harry finally focused on the task at hand.
"I SAID…thanks a lot for the lovely wake up call I received this morning."
Like a light bulb turning on, Harry's face was immediately illuminated. "I thought you would like that!"
Hermione gave a strangled groan and sat up, pounding his shoulder with her fists. "You…SUCK…so…bad…I …swear…"
Grasping her wrists, Harry held her off of him and pushed her back down. "I thought it was funny."
"Well YOU would!"
Harry chuckled to himself. "It was Ron's idea!"
"What was my idea?" a sleep voice sounded from the doorway that now lacked a door.
Both Hermione and Harry looked up quickly, releasing each other and scooting to opposite sides of the bed. "Good morning Ronald!" Hermione laughed nervously.
"What was my idea?" Ron repeated stifling a yawn. "And where's the door?"
Looking flustered, Hermione nodded quickly and muttered a spell under her breath, and soon the door was back in place.
Harry sighed. "You told me to make that alarm for Hermione…right?" Harry silently pleaded with his eyes.
"No idea what you're talking about mate."
"Sure you do! Remember…!" Harry pressed on in vain.
"Nope. Not at all. Unless you mean YOU coming up with that sick and twisted idea and called me during lunch at the office just to tell me, and then called me later on in the middle of a meeting with the ministry, just to let me know that you had found the spell to configure an alarm clock…but if you don't mean that…then I don't have a clue!"
Hermione's face became a deep shade of purple as she glared at Harry who gulped in fear. "It's not what you think dear…"
"Do NOT call me dear! Harry Potter you are SO going down!"
Harry's eyes widened and he jumped off the bed, sprinting to go hide behind Ron. "Back off evil beast! Don't' hurt me!"
"Who are you calling an evil beast?" Hermione growled slowly advancing.
Ron looked on in boredom, clearing his throat loudly.
"What?" Hermione snapped still glaring at Harry.
"Ginny's on the phone."
Hermione's frown turned into a smile as she ruffled both boys hair and walked out of the room. "Why didn't you tell me earlier, silly?"
Ron rolled his eyes and walked back to his room ready to collapse on his bed, while Harry stared after Hermione as she skipped out of the room towards the downstairs phone.
Women were so mental.
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Pulling a sweater over her head, Ginny Weasley checked her reflection for the last time, before swiftly apparating to the front stoop of the oldest house in London. Also known as the residence of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley.
"Hermione?" Ginny called out cautiously as she opened the door, peering around the corner into the kitchen.
"Be right down Gin!" was the reply from two floors up, and Ginny decided to make herself comfortable on the couch, resting her feet on the coffee table and switching on the television.
Harry strode into the room, "Comfortable?"
"Did you know that the television is the single most important invention Muggle's ever had? You have to give them some credit."
"Big deal."
"It is a big deal. Do you see wizards coming up with this stuff?"
"No. We have flying broomsticks and three headed dogs to occupy our time."
"Yes, but we don't INVENT anything."
"Hi Ginny."
"Hi Harry."
And that was exactly why Harry was glad he stopped THAT relationship a few years ago. The girl was just too much to handle. Then again…Hermione wasn't a walk in the park herself.
Wait, did he just think of him and Hermione DATING?
Bloody hell…
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Once the girls were gone, Harry flopped onto the couch, intent on doing what he had been planning to do all day. Sit in front of the television and become a complete vegetable. Sounded downright delicious to him.
"Mate, you really need help."
Harry looked over at Ron who was sitting in a recliner, and go figure, was reclining.
"Look at yourself."
Ron glanced down and shrugged. Then turned his attention back to the television. Harry rolled his eyes and his thoughts drifted to what Hermione and Ginny were doing on their annual shopping trip this week. He certainly hoped it would make her forget the wrath he was going to face from the alarm clock incident. Hadn't Ginny mentioned going to Diagon Alley to their FAVORITE store? And wasn't Hermione's favorite store that one with all those mannequins? Wearing next to NOTHING? Oh she thought he didn't know about all those shopping bags in her closet…
Oh Harry could go crazy with this little piece of information. Or his imagination could…
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"You know what I miss most about our Hogwarts days?" Ginny asked as she and Hermione set down London's main street, headed for Diagon Alley.
"Sh! Ginny there are muggles here!"
With a wave of her hand, Ginny dismissed the issue. "Oh whatever. Anyway, what I was saying, do you know what I miss the most from our…SCHOOL days?"
With a smile, Hermione answered, "Gossiping?"
"EXACTLY!"
"I know. I feel the same way. Living with two boys isn't exactly a picture perfect scenario."
"You mean more like a picture PERVY scenario?"
Hermione blushed and pushed Ginny into Diagon Alley after quickly looking for passing eyes. "NO. You are so gross Gin."
"Oh give me a break. Like it's not obvious."
"I have no idea what you're talking about!"
Ginny sighed. "Harry tickling you. Harry fighting with you. Harry laughing till he cries with you. Harry touching you. Harry making your breakfast. I mean how dumb can you be Hermione?"
"None of those things are perverted thank you very much! And why did you just mention Harry? I live with Ron too!"
"Oh so now you admit you live with two perverted boys?"
Hermione groaned, pretending to lock up her lips and throw away the key. Her boys weren't perverted were they?
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Harry nudged Ron. "Do you know where Ginny and Mione are going?"
"Diagon Alley. Jeez Harry pay attention."
"I KNOW that idiot. I meant what specific stores."
"Ermm...that one that with all those mannequins I think. Ginny can't stop talking about the handsome bloke that owns it."
"That one with the mannequins…awesome."
Ron stared in disbelief at Harry's dreamy expression. "You DO know what they sell there don't you?"
Harry nodded still staring into space.
"Pig."
Harry glared. "Oh come on Ron. If LUNA shopped there you would be entranced too."
Ron turned two shades of red and looked down. "What Luna and I do is none of your business."
"Right."
"HEY! Luna and I are totally different than you and Hermione! You two are JUST FRIENDS!"
It was Harry's turn to blush, desperate for a comeback. "So? What's wrong with imagining her in that store?"
Ron grinned, a mental picture of Luna shopping filling his mind.
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"Alright, so if you don't admit that Harry and Ron are perverted, then you have to admit that Harry is obsessed with you."
"He is not."
Ginny was frustrated now. "You have to be the DENSEST person I know. Honestly Hermione wake up!"
Walking past her, Hermione entered the store in front of them.
It was absolutely ridiculous Ginny thought to herself. Could there be anything more obvious? And was it really necessary to ignore the situation like Harry and Hermione were doing?
Absolutely not.
No, the story of Harry and Hermione was quickly turning into an epic. When really it should have been a short romance novel.
Ginny sighed and followed her friend into the store in front of them. With one look, she could already see Hermione flittering around the "Nighties for Quidditch Lovers" section. With a groan, Ginny only had one thought.
She was in this for the long haul.
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New perspective. Why not?
This chapter took me forever, and I'm still not that happy with it, but as you can see, I'm posting it anyway! Hopefully everyone will enjoy it. I have no idea who's going to be next on the list of friends…I'm looking for about two more. And then each chapter will start rotating the viewpoints. Example, a chapter of Ron, a chapter of Ginny, a chapter of so and so…and on like that. With of course the p.o.v's of Harry and Hermione mixed in.
Ah well enough of me analyzing crap. Just read and review if you like!