"Ronald! Honestly, you'd think you had just seen a bloody Death Eater! Close up your mouth!" The shrill voice of Mrs. Molly Weasley snapped at one of my best friends.
I chuckled. The only one whose really seen me out of my Witch Robes and in "Muggle Clothing" has been Harry, (not including all last year when we were running from the "Law" because I didn't have access to all my belongings) but that's only because my family and I had moved to Little Whinging. (I had somehow persuaded my parents that Harry could do with a friend close by because of how horrid his folks were to him.)
See, what I was wearing was a Batman graphic scoop T-Shirt, a right black hoodie, and black boot-cut jeans, my hair was (finally I've been able to tame the bloody mess of it!) wavy and down, I had on only black eyeliner on my lower lids for makeup, and black lipstick on as well. My nails were red with black crackle on top so it looked like it was blood.
Ron, apparently thought that I was a sight for sore eyes.
"But, Mum! That can't be our 'Mione!" Ron stuttered out.
"And why can't she be?" Mrs. Weasley demanded haughtily.
"She's...pretty....and....pretty..." Ron answered as drool pooled out of his mouth like a bloody waterfall.
I raised my eyebrows at him. Really? Thanks for noticing. I thought bitterly
Mrs. Weasley glanced at me and gave me the go ahead. So, I went ahead.
"Ronald. Bilius. Weasley. My name IS Hermione Jean Granger! I've known you for eight bloody years! Last year, we stole a dragon and flew away on it." I growled out.
"Yeah, but everyone lows about that!" He countered.
"Does everyone know about your pathetic little crush on Pansy Parkinson?!" I smirked.
He deflated, eyes gone as round as saucers. "'Mione?"
"No dip, Sherlock!" I snapped sarcastically.
"What's a Shall Loock?" He asked.
"Never mind." I sighed, "It's a Muggle thing."
Then Harry came bounding down the lengthy stairs of the Burrow.
"Hey guys! Hey Hermy!" He grabbed me and hugged me tightly.
"Harry, did you know 'Mione was so...so... HOT?!" Ron asked, still allowing that waterfall of drool to seep out of his overly large mouth.
"Yeah... We dated like two summers ago." Harry said. "And, yes we did that behind Ginny's back. It was thrilling being able to sneak about."
Ron's face turned puce, he was becoming incredibly angry.
Harry, you just HAD to be a complete git, didn't you?! I thought with a sigh.