Chapter Eleven
For what was easily the millionth time, Hermione mentally cursed her air headedness. She was so distracted when she walked out of the bank that she'd immediately rushed to the train station to promptly get on a train going the wrong way. She sat in her uncomfortable seat waiting for the train to reach its first stop, still a good twenty minutes away, before she could get off and find a place to apparate.
Sudden vibrations in her lap made her jump slightly and stare at her purse, momentarily dumbfounded. Shaking out of it, she dug in searching for her cell phone. Very few people had the number and they all knew to use it if it was imperative they contacted her instantly. "Ah, there!" She thought when her fingers made contact with the smooth plastic. "I could've sworn I turned it off before I left this morning," she made a face; surprised that such a rudimentary task had slipped her mind. She made a different, even funnier face when the screen remained black indicating the phone's power was indeed shut off. Realizing she could still feel vibrations in her lap, she reached back into the purse and pulled out a second cell phone.
She grimaced, trying to predict which of the four waiting men it was before looking at the screen. A few years ago she'd bought a whole bunch of cell phones and charmed them to work with magic. She'd then given the each of the majority of the Weasleys and the four men waiting at Grimmauld Place. They'd all been showed how to use them and each other's numbers. At Hermione's insistence, they only used the phones in emergencies, and had one another saved under code names only the owner of the phone would know. She grinned when she saw the caller id say that 'Robin' was calling. She always got a chuckle from the name - she'd assigned it to Harry after Robin from the Batman series because she occasionally liked to tease him by calling him 'The Boy Wonder'.
"Hey," she finally answered the insistent phone.
"Hey 'Mione. Just wanted to make sure you're okay; we've been hanging out here for half an hour already," Harry said sounding slightly concerned.
"Yeah everything's fine. I just left ten minutes ago, but I won't be there for another twenty, at least," Hermione's frustration creeped into her voice.
"You can't apparated?" Harry asked somewhat mindlessly.
"That would be a negative. But I'll get to it as soon as I get off the train," Hermione was mindful of the muggles nearby.
"Wha… why're you on a train?"
"I was distracted when I left… it wouldn't be so bad if I were going the right way," Hermione grumbled the last half. She made a mock laughing face at the phone, silently imitating Harry's chuckles on the other side of the line.
"Alright, well don't worry about it. We're okay here and Sirius says he already put charms on everything to keep the food warm and fresh a while ago," Harry assured her, humor still coloring his voice. "We'll see you soon."
"See you soon," Hermione muttered before disconnecting the call. Annoyed as she was, she couldn't deny how lucky she was to have such loyal friends. Closing her eyes against the migraine building at her temples, she rested her head back against the seat and thought back to when she first struck luck.
I originally wanted to include flashbacks to how Hermione became so close to the four men, but they were too long. Instead I've decided to make each one a separate story and make them parts of a series called Hermione's boys. Please look for those in place of updates until I've finished all four. The first one will be posted tonight.
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