My Life Has Become a Book

Hermione awoke the morning of the wedding and pulled on Ginny's covers. 'C'mon, we gotta get ready before someone else hogs up the showers!' She said softly. While Ginny stirred, she grabbed her garment bag with her brand new dress, pulled her shoes from under the bed and her jewelry out from a Claire's bag. As she heard Ginny rise slowly from her bed, she smiled sheepishly. 'This is gonna sound sad Gin, but I have no idea what to do with my hair... Help?' Without quite waiting for Ginny's answer, Hermione walked downstairs, and noting the strange stillness of the house, started a large pot of coffee. When it was all done, warm milk included, she took the two mugs back to Ginny's room and handed her one. 'Drink up sleepy-head. We're gonna need it.'

Hermione noticed the guys leaving for Bill's Bachelor party and too her chance. Grabbing Tonks and Ginny, Hermione quickly whispered the plan into their ears and grabbed the floo powder. 'Are we ready to go?' She asked in front of the fireplace. She was in her muggle clothes and had her hair pulled back. She knew that a muggle style dress for Bill and Fleur's wedding would make her standout nicely and look lovely.

Hermione excused herself from Ron and Ginny for a moment and went off to the backyard with some paper and an ink well.


( Owl to Draco Malfoy )

I love this. Ron and I know how one another feel, we're open with each other about feelings, and it feels GOOD! I noticed Ginny mentioned that she thinks I'd make head girl. It's a BIG honour and all, but I can't help but wonder if between NEWTs, and the threat of Voldemort: do I want to be head girl? I mean really, do I want to have to help keep people safe and in line when I want to loose my head, scream and run off to hunt for a solution myself? Can I really set the desired example and am I willing to stick to the line and do it? Ron and Harry have really been a bad influence on me behaviourly, but it's an influence I'm more than grateful for. Bah, I would honestly have to THINK before accepting that badge...

    Hermione clicked her trunk shut and looked around the room. She was all packed for Her trip to The Burrow, the wedding, and the adventure that lay after. As she double and triple checked the room for left behind items, she realised that this would be the last time she packed up her room for the summer. The thought gave a little nostalgic tug on her heartstrings. She shook it off and piled Crookshanks' basket on top the trunk and grabbed her broom.
    'C'mere Crookshanks... Here kitty-kitty! Time to go to the Weasleys where you can chase the gnomes...' At the sound of the word gnome, Crookshanks shot from under her bed and into her arms. As she had just been to the muggle mall and was in a hurry, she didn't bother change into wizarding wear. She was still in a baggy old pair of jeans her mother had bought years ago and a black t-shirt with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it. The only thing she took time to do was to tie up her hair into a messy loose ponytail to prevent ash from getting in it in the floo. 'MUMMY! I'm leaving soon, so I'm coming to say good-bye!' With that she grabbed her things and levitated them down to the Den where the fireplace was. Her mother was standing at the bottom with tears shining in her eyes. 'Mum, have you been watching my anime tapes again?' She asked with a slight smirk.
    'Oh, but my baby is all grown up and going away again!' Hermione sighed and returned her mother's bone crushing embrace.
    'It's ok, I'll write, and I'll try to visit, and I'll send back your tupperware.' Suddenly her mother turned serious.
    'That's right! You have my tupperware! Don't you DARE let anything happen to that young lady!' Hermione cringed and backed away in fear.
    'Don't worry Mum, protection/reinforcement charms are all over the stuff as well as infinite space charms so I didn't have to bring as much. I took the old stuff so that your new stuff is safe. I'm off so gimme kiss.' Hermione demanded with a smile. Her mother complied and Hermione set a fire in the grate. As she tossed the powder into the flames, her mother spoke again,
    'Honey, don't you want to wear a different pair of trainers? Those a re sooo old!'
    'Arrgh! Mummy, these are comfortable. I like them, and they fit me.' Hermione wiggled her feet under her jeans, displaying an old pair of black All Stars with treble clefts, notes, and song pictures doodled on the white toes. The bottoms were patched with duct tape, but they were comfy.
    'Yes but sweetheart, they have writing and duct tape on them.' Hermione just sighed.
    'No more about my shoes Mum.' Hermione muttered as she stepped into the lukewarm green fire. 'The Burrow!' And with that, she went spinning through the grates. I hate this... she thought anxiously as he reached up and yanked Crookshank's basket from where it was flying away from her trunk. As she was spat out into the Weasley fireplace, she was greeted by a screeching cacophany that took some time to discern as Ginny and Fleur arguing. Smiling as she dusted herself off, she called out to Ginny.
    'GIN! I'm heeeree! Come hug me! I have stuff!' She soon felt one of her best girl friends race toward her full impact and tug her off up the stairs. Once in Ginny's room, Hermione opened her trunk to display her loot. 'Ok, so I have German Chocolate cake, cookies, cupcakes, waffle cookies that actually taste like waffles, brownies and tiramisu. How much do ya love me right now?' She asked with a grin awaiting Ginny's answer once the drool stopped.

Quickie before I run to the mall to make a few last minute errands for Mum. She said that I can go to the Burrow no problem, just be good and all that Jazz. I may buy a few new books while out today, just for fun. I defenitely need to get a cup of coffee, the lack of caffeine is killing me. Ginny and I are in the same boat on the whole foot-hurt-klutzilla thing, so I hope she feels better too. Ginny, how do you know about the Enquirer? Eh, well, gotta dash, the coffee calls. I'll head to the Burrow ASAP and help Ginny figure out this entire dress ordeal. Oh, and Ginny, I don't think the wedding can be one Weasley short if she's not a Weasley yet...

Journal,

Ow... Ow ow ow ow ow! I just fell down the stairs while racing for the owl outside my parents house before it attracted the neighbours. Let's just say that I took a less then graceful tumble that left me skidding halfway across our family den and sprained the top of my foot. Not my ankle, so I can still walk, but the top, so it still HURTS! the letter was from Ginny. Most of it was complaining about the dress that Phlegm has shoved her into for the wedding upcoming. Not that I blame her, I'd kill if that woman tried to put me into something that made me look like boobzilla and in a colour I'd hate. I hope that she can have me over there soon. It'd be nice to help her deal face-to-face. Or boobs to face as the dress may cause. Dear God, may Ginny never get hold of this diary and find that joke, lest I end up dead or worse. And it would be nice to see Ron. He hasn't written me as much as Ginny has, and his letters don't really mention anything about whether or not he likes me or if he was just kind to me because I was upset about Dumbledore's death. I need to see him face to face so I can corner him and get him to talk. For now, I guess I'll just have to wait... Til next time!

Hermione Jane
P.S. I really hope the swelling on my foot goes down sometime soon; it really is uncomfortable.