Disclaimer: I don't own Hermione. I guess I could own her thoughts and actions in this story though. Spencer is totally mine! I think that I like Spencer more then Harry or Ron, but then I created him. Enjoy!
Italics: dreams, and letters
Regular: just regular talking, and thinking
SPOV: Spencer's Point of View
HPOV: Hermione's Point of View
Chapter 2: The Letter
HPOV
I sat in my seat, anxious for Mrs. McGonaglled to assign us our homework for this evening.
"So I want a one page observation about what we learned today." She stared at us. "Please hand it in at the beginning of class tomorrow." She shook her head, when her announcement was met with groans form the rest of the class. I even groaned too. Ron and Harry stared at me.
"What?" I asked them.
Ron was still looking at me with a glazed look. So Harry cleared his throat. "Did you just, erm, groan about homework, Hermione?" He looked completely baffled, and I bit back a grin.
"Sure," I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder impatiently. "Why can't I?" I asked them. "Do I have to keep up this picture of the "perfect" student?" I said to them angrily now. "NO!" I spat out. "So you know what? Just leave me alone!" I stood up with the other kids in my class, and ran form the room, just wanting to get out of there.
SPOV
"RING, RING." My math class jumped out of their seats and hurried out the door, some to their next class, some to spare. I headed to my locker. Good thing I have a spare, I said to myself, glancing down at the letter in my hand. "Gotta find the Granger's owl, or any owl for that matter," I muttered to myself. Mentally, I figured that I had roughly and hour and ten minutes to get the letter sent, and to get back in time for my last period class.
Unlocking my locker, I shoved my backpack into it. I closed my locker door, and locked it. Glancing at my watch, I only had an hour left to send the letter. As fast as I could, without getting in trouble, I walked out of my school. As soon as I was out of the door, I broke into a run.
I ran straight into the forest off the road. I went in as deep as I could, without getting disoriented. Stopping I put my fingers in my mouth and let three sharp whistles off. I paused, for about five seconds before repeating the whistle. Standing still, I waited. Patiently I waited for the sounds of Hermione's parents' owl's wing beats.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, I heard the familiar wing beats. I held my arm out, bracing for the sudden weight gain. When the owl landed, he gave me a happy hoot.
"You miss Hermione, too, huh?" I asked the bird, stroking his head. I could feel the strength of the owl's powerful neck muscles, and the feathers, as he bobbed his head. Sighing, I sat down on the ground, and the owl perched on my shoulder, huddling close to me. Subconsciously, I reached up and kept stroking the owl.
I glanced at my watch, and said, "Holy shoot!" I turned to the owl, and told it, "You need to take this letter. I only have twenty minutes to get back." The owl hooted and fluttered itself to the space in front of where I was sitting. Slowly, I reached over with the letter in my hand.
The owl took the letter and hooted.
"Take that to Hermione," I instructed. "If you do this really quickly, I will give you a huge treat." I looked at him affectionately. "Goodbye, my friend." Then the owl turned and hopped a few feet before spreading it's wings, and taking off.
Again, I looked at my watch and saw I had only fifteen minutes. I stood and stretched, then ran full-out back to my school. Fortunately for me, I didn't return to school breathless. God, being on the track team does have some advantages. I walked into the school, just as the bell rang, and a flood of kids poured out of the classrooms.
Sighing in relief, I walked into the crowd, and walked to my locker. As I opened my locker, my eyes fell on a picture. The picture had captured me giving Hermione a piggy-back. Hermione had been teasing me that I couldn't lift her up. I laughed as Hermione gave a squeak of surprise, when I slung her up onto my back, and started to walk around. I felt tingly, when I thought about it.
Trying to ignore the tingles, I scurried down to my class. I dropped in my seat, just as the bell rang. Quickly, I tried to look as if I were there before the bell, much, much, much earlier or even somewhat decently on time. I settled down, and started to take down notes as my teacher spoke, and also as she put them up on the over-head. During all this time though, a strange feeling was creeping up on me; and I couldn't shake it. I better make sure my parents don't find a owl waiting for me, I reminded myself. How would I explain that to them? I turned my attention back to my teacher, as she began to hand out, hand-outs to us. I grabbed my hand-out and passed the dwindling pile behind me.
HPOV
I sighed with relief as Potions ended. I just got up and walked out of the dungeons. I just got up and walked out of the dungeons. I didn't even turn around when Ron and Harry called to me. All I did was keep on going to the Great Hall for supper. Spotting Ginny, sitting with Fred and George, I came over and sat down.
"I heard how Ron reacted," Ginny told Hermione. She tipped her head in the direction of the twins.
"How did you find out, guys?" Hermione asked them curiously.
"We heard when we were on our way to-" Fred began.
"Transfiguration, and Harry and Ron were coming towards us." George continued.
Fred picked it up and said, "Ron was bloody mad, and was pretty much shouting Harry's ears off." Both George and Fred grimaced at the memory. "Not to mention everyone else's."
"Before we left, we calmed down Ron," The twins snickered, "and sent him on his way." George finished with flourish, then took a sip of pumpkin juice.
I made up my mind to not ask them how they got Ron "calmed" down; and voiced this opinion aloud.
"Don't worry about Ron, Hermione." Ginny told me. "We think that its great how you told them off. You have the right to change habits, whether they agree with them or not." The twins nodded their agreement.
"Man, if Charlie were here, he'd be hexing Ron's arse off, so much for what he was saying and how he acted." George commented.
"You guys do realize," I pointed out. "That Ron was "frozen" when he heard me groan. Harry started pestering me." I chewed on some meatloaf, that had appeared before me on the table.
Fred assured me, "We know. We were talking about how Ron was after, in the hallway." He turned to George and said to him, "I reckon, we should send an owl to Mum and Charlie about how Ron acted. What do you think George? Ginny?" He turned to me. "Hermione?"
George and Ginny laughed and agreed. "We've got to keep him on the edge of his toes, y'know."
I shrugged my shoulders laughing. "You guys do whatever you want. Though it would be actually very, erm, satisfying. I guess you could say; to see a Howler coming to Ron from Charlie." I smiled. So we spent the rest of supper trying to figure out how to get back at Ron and Harry.
When we finished, the twins, Ginny and I walked together to the Gryffindor common room. We spoke the password, snickerdoodle, to the Fat Lady, and was admitted in. As soon as we got in, I said goodnight to Fred and George. Then with Ginny on my heels, I scurried to the girls dormitories.
"So? Have you read it yet?" Ginny asked me excitedly as soon as we were in our dorm room. We sat side by side on the bed.
I groped around, looking for the letter in my backpack before I spoke. "No I haven't." I admitted. Finally I could the letter and pulled it out with flourish. "I wanted to wait." I broke the seal, and started to unfold it. I caught Ginny trying to read it over my shoulder. I pretended to get mad at her, then said, "You can look at it after, maybe."
Ginny grinned. "Okay, I'll just turn around, to let you read it in privacy." She turned around and layed on her stomach, facing away form me. I opened it, and read it to myself.
May 22
Dear Hermione,
So, how have you been? I can't believe that you didn't come back for Easter holidays. I bet you had lots of work, eh? Yeah, I had lots of work too…I should probably be getting on to that.
How's Ginny, Fred, George, Ron and Harry doing? I have heard so much about them from you. Oh and did you really punch Malfoy in the nose? *Laughes* God I wish I could have been there to see it happen. Has Harry heard from Padfoot lately?
So as you can probably tell, I REALLY don't want to do my homework. You could be surprised on how much homework my muggle teachers have assigned us. Like seriously, do we really need to know how to find the angle of a ladder when it rests against a 62 foot tree? Where are we going to use that during life? Honestly, you would think they would give us more life centered lessons. Hmmmm, like the ones we learned in Skills.
"Hey, Ginny. Spencer asked about you!" I told her.
"Seriously?" Ginny scrambled up.
I held the letter away, and said, "Na uh, you have to wait. I am not finished." I went back to reading the letter.
Also I just wanted to say, one other thing. I don't really care if you tell Ginny. Hermione, I love you. The only problem with telling you this through a letter is I don't know how you are reacting.
Please, send me and owl soon,
Luv you lots,
Spencer 3
I let my breath out, I didn't realize that I had held it. Tears were starting to form. I sniffed, that's so sweet, of Spencer. I better go and find a spare piece of paper to write him back. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned my head.
Ginny looked concerned, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah!" I handed her the letter. "Here, you can read it if you want to. I think you are going to enjoy one part."
I pushed myself off the bed, and going over to the door, when, "Blimely Hermione! I think you owl is outside. He's tapping on the window." Fred shouted at the top of his lungs. He paused then said, "And I think there's something attached to his leg."