Post by magynjoella on Dec 7, 2005 7:51:52 GMT
First fan fiction.....let me know what you Think
NEVER HAD A DREAM COME TRUE
Chapter One: The Letter
Hermione woke up from a rather vivid dream. A cold sweat accompanied her thoughts. "What was that dream about?" she wondered. All she could remember was that it involved another person, who she couldn't remember their identity, and herself. Hermione looked over to her alarm clock. It was 5:45 AM. She sighed, "there's no reason going back to bed now," she thought.
She rolled out of her full size bed and placed her feet on the cold hard wood floor and shivered a bit. She pulled her curly brown hair up into a pony tail, grabbed a towel and headed off to the shower. When she walked into the shower, she turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror. She hated looking at herself in the morning and she hoped no one else would ever have to see her before she at least washed her face. "I look horrible", she thought before turning away from the mirror. She grabbed the water knobs and turned them on, after checking the temperature she turned on the shower. Hermione then pulled out her pony tail, took off her clothes and stepped in.
About forty minutes later she stepped out of the shower, wrapped the towel around herself, and wiped her hand over the foggy mirror. "That's better" she whispered when she saw her freshly washed face. She then flipped her head upside down and proceeded to towel dry it the best she could. After she ran some anti-frizz/straightening gel through her hair , so it wouldn't frizz so much, and used the blow dryer to blow it dry. Her hair was always frizzy and she hated it. She had tried everything she could find, nothing she found could deplete it one-hundred percent. This product however minimized it the most.
The she took out her make-up, if you could call it that, all it was, was clear lip gloss and a palette of a light pink creme that she could on her eyes and cheeks, for some color. After that she walked into her room , pulled on a pair of sand-blasted, low hung jeans with a slight flare at the bottom. She then threaded a black belt through the loops, pulled on a pink tee that had, "Barely Legal" on it in silver cursive writing across her chest, and then to finish off her outfit she slipped on her black Doc Martins.
She glanced at the clock again and saw that it was only 6:50 AM and realized she still had forty minutes until her parents would wake up. She grabbed her purse and climbed out of her window onto a balcony with an awning and realized it was raining. She inhaled deeply, she loved how the air smelled when it rained. She then sat down on her chair, opened her purse and pulled out a Marlboro Menthol Light, and a lighter. None of her friends as Hogwarts knew she smoked. Her muggle friends had introduced it to her over the summer after her fourth year at Hogwarts. They had seen how stressed she was and suggested that she try it. She did and it greatly calmed her nerves and mellowed her out. It had been two years now and was smart enough to find ways to smoke at Hogwarts but still hide it from everyone. She had found some interesting places to smoke, the owlery before anyone else was up, the owlery at night. One the edge of the forest during the day. She found out that it was quite easy. She wasn't proud of it but it made her feel better so she didn't care. As she smoked the cigarette her mind went back to the dream. If she could only remember.
Pushing it out of her mind yet again, she put out her cigarette and she saw a tiny owl flying toward her balcony."Pigwedgeon" she thought. The small owl came closer and closer and finally landed on her balcony railing. She said a quiet hello, untied the letter attached to his leg and crawled through the window to grab Pig a treat. Pig was her friend Ron's owl. He had received him as a gift from Sirius, Harry's godfather, another friend from Hogwarts, after their third year when his pet rat scabbers had turned out to be a man, Peter Pettigrew, in his animagi form. She returned back outside with the treat, quill and parchment to send Ron a reply. While Pig snacked Hermione read the letter.
[glow=red,2,300]Hermione,
How is your summer going?, Mines okay. Harry arrived here a couple days ago and we thought it would be cool if you came to join us for the remainder of the summer? I know it?s only two weeks, but we would love it if you could come. Please send word back with Pig of your plans and when you are coming. Because we know you are.
Ron and Harry[/glow]
Hermione scoffed a little. The fact that they expected her to come didn't bother her as much as the fact that it took Harry and Ron a couple of days to decide to invite her to the Burrow. "But then again it is Harry and Ron" she thought again with a laugh. "But then again it is Ron" and Hermione knew that he had had a crush on her for a year or two now. Hermione didn't really have an interest in Ron more than a friend way but had never had the opportunity to let him down gently. Never the less they were her two best friends since first year. She unrolled her piece of parchment and began to write to them.
[glow=red,2,300]Ron and Harry,
My summer is progressing quite nicely thank you. It?s pretty quiet here though, but it's nice. I'm so glad that you and Harry are having fun. I'd be delighted to join you for the remainder of the summer. I will probably arrive later today or tomorrow, I just have to speak with my parents. Have a great day and I will see you later.
Hermione[/glow]
Hermione then folded up the parchment and tied it to Pigs leg and with a smile from Hermione, the owl took off. Hermione knew she would be arriving later that day, but she figured she could keep them guessing. Hermione couldn't wait until they saw her, she had changed a lot over the summer, her face was thinner, her waist was smaller, hips wider, and her chest bigger. At this thought she laughed, lounged back in the chair, lit another cigarette as she watched the sun rise over the horizon.
NEVER HAD A DREAM COME TRUE
Chapter One: The Letter
Hermione woke up from a rather vivid dream. A cold sweat accompanied her thoughts. "What was that dream about?" she wondered. All she could remember was that it involved another person, who she couldn't remember their identity, and herself. Hermione looked over to her alarm clock. It was 5:45 AM. She sighed, "there's no reason going back to bed now," she thought.
She rolled out of her full size bed and placed her feet on the cold hard wood floor and shivered a bit. She pulled her curly brown hair up into a pony tail, grabbed a towel and headed off to the shower. When she walked into the shower, she turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror. She hated looking at herself in the morning and she hoped no one else would ever have to see her before she at least washed her face. "I look horrible", she thought before turning away from the mirror. She grabbed the water knobs and turned them on, after checking the temperature she turned on the shower. Hermione then pulled out her pony tail, took off her clothes and stepped in.
About forty minutes later she stepped out of the shower, wrapped the towel around herself, and wiped her hand over the foggy mirror. "That's better" she whispered when she saw her freshly washed face. She then flipped her head upside down and proceeded to towel dry it the best she could. After she ran some anti-frizz/straightening gel through her hair , so it wouldn't frizz so much, and used the blow dryer to blow it dry. Her hair was always frizzy and she hated it. She had tried everything she could find, nothing she found could deplete it one-hundred percent. This product however minimized it the most.
The she took out her make-up, if you could call it that, all it was, was clear lip gloss and a palette of a light pink creme that she could on her eyes and cheeks, for some color. After that she walked into her room , pulled on a pair of sand-blasted, low hung jeans with a slight flare at the bottom. She then threaded a black belt through the loops, pulled on a pink tee that had, "Barely Legal" on it in silver cursive writing across her chest, and then to finish off her outfit she slipped on her black Doc Martins.
She glanced at the clock again and saw that it was only 6:50 AM and realized she still had forty minutes until her parents would wake up. She grabbed her purse and climbed out of her window onto a balcony with an awning and realized it was raining. She inhaled deeply, she loved how the air smelled when it rained. She then sat down on her chair, opened her purse and pulled out a Marlboro Menthol Light, and a lighter. None of her friends as Hogwarts knew she smoked. Her muggle friends had introduced it to her over the summer after her fourth year at Hogwarts. They had seen how stressed she was and suggested that she try it. She did and it greatly calmed her nerves and mellowed her out. It had been two years now and was smart enough to find ways to smoke at Hogwarts but still hide it from everyone. She had found some interesting places to smoke, the owlery before anyone else was up, the owlery at night. One the edge of the forest during the day. She found out that it was quite easy. She wasn't proud of it but it made her feel better so she didn't care. As she smoked the cigarette her mind went back to the dream. If she could only remember.
Pushing it out of her mind yet again, she put out her cigarette and she saw a tiny owl flying toward her balcony."Pigwedgeon" she thought. The small owl came closer and closer and finally landed on her balcony railing. She said a quiet hello, untied the letter attached to his leg and crawled through the window to grab Pig a treat. Pig was her friend Ron's owl. He had received him as a gift from Sirius, Harry's godfather, another friend from Hogwarts, after their third year when his pet rat scabbers had turned out to be a man, Peter Pettigrew, in his animagi form. She returned back outside with the treat, quill and parchment to send Ron a reply. While Pig snacked Hermione read the letter.
[glow=red,2,300]Hermione,
How is your summer going?, Mines okay. Harry arrived here a couple days ago and we thought it would be cool if you came to join us for the remainder of the summer? I know it?s only two weeks, but we would love it if you could come. Please send word back with Pig of your plans and when you are coming. Because we know you are.
Ron and Harry[/glow]
Hermione scoffed a little. The fact that they expected her to come didn't bother her as much as the fact that it took Harry and Ron a couple of days to decide to invite her to the Burrow. "But then again it is Harry and Ron" she thought again with a laugh. "But then again it is Ron" and Hermione knew that he had had a crush on her for a year or two now. Hermione didn't really have an interest in Ron more than a friend way but had never had the opportunity to let him down gently. Never the less they were her two best friends since first year. She unrolled her piece of parchment and began to write to them.
[glow=red,2,300]Ron and Harry,
My summer is progressing quite nicely thank you. It?s pretty quiet here though, but it's nice. I'm so glad that you and Harry are having fun. I'd be delighted to join you for the remainder of the summer. I will probably arrive later today or tomorrow, I just have to speak with my parents. Have a great day and I will see you later.
Hermione[/glow]
Hermione then folded up the parchment and tied it to Pigs leg and with a smile from Hermione, the owl took off. Hermione knew she would be arriving later that day, but she figured she could keep them guessing. Hermione couldn't wait until they saw her, she had changed a lot over the summer, her face was thinner, her waist was smaller, hips wider, and her chest bigger. At this thought she laughed, lounged back in the chair, lit another cigarette as she watched the sun rise over the horizon.
