Hermione: How does an idea sort of pop into your head?
Draco: Read this. Youll know
Ron: You getting to read ahead really infuriates me
Oh the name is bad ignore it!
Harry: What *is* it called?
Draco: Wet dreams?
Hermione: Draco! Its summer dreams.
Disclaimer: me no own so u no sue!
Hermione: ...how clever and witty. Really. No. Im serious. Really. Truly.
SUMMER DREAMS
16 year old Hermione ran down her stairs.
Harry: You own your stairs?
Hermione: Seems like it...
Harry: I *lived* under mine and I didnt own them
“They are coming” She screamed loudly.
Hermione: What am I, ripping off the Lord of the Rings?
Draco: This is an interesting beginning to something called ‘Summer Dreams’
“Yes dear in three days now relax” Her mother said.
Hermione: So Im freaking out about something thats happening... in 72 hours?
“And father will be out on a business trip” Hermione said thankfully
Hermione: My fathers a *dentist*...
. Hermione’s father was not as nice as her mother and did not treat her as well.
Draco: Oh quit bitching because your father doesnt spoil you
Hermione: Actually, he does
“YES DEAR!” her mother said “NOW PLEASE SIT AND EAT!” Her mother said loudly.
Harry: ...why is your mum screaming at you?
Hermione: I have no idea
Hermione sat down and took a handful of potatoes and some bread.
Ron: Ew, use a spoon...
Hermione: Hah. Hah.
“Ok mum” she said when she finished up.
Harry: You just randomly said OK after your meal?
Hermione: I guess. Potatoes and bread, what kind of meal is that?
“NOW please clean your room it is a little too messy” her Mom said.
Draco: Your mom just stood there watching you eat?
Harry: And she doesnt seem all that nice...
Hermione ran up to her room and picked up a quill and parchment.
Draco: Way to follow orders, Granger
DEAR HARRY,
Hermione: Why am I writing in capitals?
Oh I am so glad you can come and Ron too….Ron said He will pick you up on Friday at Noon! SEE YOU
THEN!
Hermione: Im still doing it!
Harry: And that thing didnt slightly resemble a letter.
Ron: Especially from you.
Love
Hermione
Hermione gave the letter to Hedwig and watched as the owl flew away.
Hermione: So your owl just dropped off your letter... I ran down to scream about it... but my mom knew
youd be coming in three days. Hm.
“Now Ron” she said she dipped her quill and wrote
Hermione: My quill ran out in one sentence. Nice.
Dear Ron,
I am SO GLAD you can come…and Harry. I hope to see you both soon. BYE!
Love
Hermione
Hermione: I see these letters are being written with all the enthusiasm of thank you notes for grandmas
socks
She gave the letter to the hyper pig and started to clean her room.
Draco: The way that was written, youre talking about an actual pig
Harry: Which wouldnt be very good at helping deliver letters
NEXT DAY
The next day Hermione woke up to a loud racket downstairs. She got up wrapped her robe around herself
and ran down the long stairway.
Ron: You wear wizard clothes at home?
Hermione: ...maybe they meant bath robe
Draco: Well they didnt say it
“Is everything ok MUM?” Hermione said.
Hermione: My family really needs to scream a lot
“Oh it is just the cake I baked for your friend…Harry…For his birthday,” she said picking up the pan she
dropped.
Harry: Uh... yummy?
“Oh ok thanks mum”
Draco: Mmmmm.. two day old floor cake
“Your welcome now go get dressed we have to go shopping and tomorrow I invited over Sally and Lizzie
over…” her mother replied.
Ron: Woah!
Harry: That was the fastest insertion of Mary Sues Ive ever seen
Hermione: My mom does *not* boss me around like this
“Mum I hate them…Why did you invite them?” Hermione moaned.
Draco: Because shes a psychophant?
Hermione: ...only reason I could thing of
“DO NOT QUESTION ME NOT GO GET DRESSED!” her mother said pointing to the stairs.
Draco: Good, *lord* woman. Your mother is a bitch and a half
Hermione: Not even close. This is, like, devil mom
Hermione walked sadly up the stairs and got dressed
Hermione: Im 16. Why do I need my mom to take me shopping?
They spent the whole day picking out new oufits and dress robes that Hermione forgot all about the trouble
she would have to deal with 2morrow.
Harry: Erm... if you were looking for robes, youd need a fire, not a car.
Hermione: And dont use ‘2’ instead of to.
Ron: And hermione doesnt care about dress robes
Hermione: Thats right, I dont