Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 2:

Chapter Two: Days that Don't End in ‘Y’

Hermione groaned with frustration as an owl pecked at her head.

Hoot hoot! it went.

“You are a bloody pigeon, Mopsie. I tell you! A bloody pigeon!” Hermione mumbled loud enough for Mopsie to hear her. Indignantly, Mopsie stopped pecking her owner’s head.

Hoooooot!

This startled Hermione, and she jumped nearly five feet. “Alright alright! I'm getting up Mopsie!”

Begrudgingly, Hermione climbed out of her nice warm, comfy queen sized bed. It was purple and green, her bedding that is. The clock read 8: 57. Hermione staggered to her bathroom and nearly tripped on her rug. She then pulled back her shower curtain and turned on the water. She quickly stripped down and hopped into the shower. Literally. And then, she almost slipped and fell.

Hermione uttered loudly a string of obscenities. This was the normal occurings of the 22 year old Hermione’s routine of hopping into the shower and almost falling then yelling curses to no particular person.

She eventually situated herself and took a nice long shower. At least a long shower for Hermione, which happened to be only six minutes and thirty-one seconds, total.

She did the normal things for following up a shower; her hair, her teeth, her face, blah blah. Hands ripped through her wardrobe, desperately looking for something to wear.

“Why don't I have any decent clothes! I have all this money but no damn clothes!”

Hastily, she grabbed semi-decent underclothes and a pair of jeans that were from her seventh year and a white tee.

Just as Hermione was trying (but unsuccessfully) to put on her jeans, a very perky voice rang through her apartment.

“Hermione! Hermione, where are you?” It was her boss, Amalia Anders.

“Amalia, can you at least warn me when you are going to barge into my flat?”

“Oh, well, if I didn't “barge into your flat” every day, you would never even get out into the world!” Her voice is so sickening sweet, it will most certainly make you sick.

“Thank you very much Amalia. Do you know if Ginny has left me any messages? Did you see Pookie in the living room?”

“Yes, in fact I did. Here’s your letter from her.” Amalia handed the half naked Hermione her letter. (Hermione had yet to put on a shirt.)

Dear Hermione, it said.

Fiji is wonderful. It’s gorgeous here. The sand is so clean. The plants are more beautiful than I have ever seen.

Harry says hello. I have told Harry that although we have another week here, I want to come home sooner. We'll be back in two days. Wednesday in England. We have some news to tell you all.

Miss you lots, Mione. See you very soon. Then I'll tell you all about the news first.

Love you lots, Mione!

Ginny and Harry

Hermione squealed. “I knew it! I knew it! Ginny’s pregnant! Ha! That’s why she’s coming home…tomorrow! Geeeee!”

“How do you know Hermione? Ginny might just miss you all.”

“Oh ho no! Ginny wrote me that I would be the first she told. She tells me everything first. Even about her first wedding and honeymoon with Harry.”