Chapter 4
Sorry for not posting this chapter earlier. I was overwhelmed with work from school & for some reason unbeknown to me, I felt that writing up my lab on the effect of temperature on enzyme catalyze was more important than writing this chapter. So, in recapitulation-I'm SO sorry. Also, thank you all so much for your generous reviews-I know some of you exclaimed your bewilderment on the account of Luna being Hermione's surprise. I know that it might have shocked you since it's not that big of a surprise-but her role will be vital to getting our two love birds aka Hermione and Harry to get over themselves-so to speak. All right, enough of my ramblings & on with the story =)
Hermione's P.O.V.
I loved the look on their faces when I announced to them that Luna would be my roommate. I made the surprise sound like some sort of life shattering event that would leave them in shambles-I'm so evil sometimes, I love it. I knew that they would be anxiously waiting to know what the "surprise" was and that grueling period where they would question every thing they know about me to figure out what it was-well it was worth it. The surprise wasn't really Luna itself, how can I put this, the surprise was that I would be living with Luna.
Luna-this amazing girl with such a sexual prowess, it would make anybody's head spin. Luna and I had never been close when we were back at Hogwarts. Everyone would call her Loony Lovegood because of her awkward speeches and actions, but know one expected her to be so easy going, funny, and in the whole a genuinely interesting and rather great person. Now, out of Hogwarts, the whole male population have taken her `loony' tag and placed it in a whole different category. Truth is I never planned on having her as a roommate. I was looking for someone more at my pace, meaning, someone more reserved and conservative. But last week, when she called me up to have lunch I realized that conservatism could quietly place itself in an old person's home because I wanted to start having fun!
I'm tired of being good old reliable Hermione. Don't get me wrong, I'm still good and reliable but I'm not old! I want to enjoy things that people my age are enjoying and not constantly think about the consequences. I want to fall in love, I want to go out and party, I want to wake up plastered on the bathroom floor! Never mind, I take the last bit back, I would never go that far. Think about it, all those disgusting vomit particles on your face and bathroom floor? I don't believe in letting bacteria turn my bathroom into its own little breeding ground, thank you very much.
What I do believe in is shedding off some of my layers and exposing myself to the world as someone who is comfortable and confident, and rather pretty. For some reason, Harry and Ron's perception of me really gets to me. I don't like the way Harry and Ron always have me pictured as this intellectual, brownnoser, and goody two shoes. That is why; two years ago I kissed Harry at that stupid party.
I didn't want him to think he knew what I was going to do and be comfortable with it, oh no, I wanted him to be anxious and nervous. I hate how Harry thinks he's got me all figured out. I hate to admit this but it ruffles me sometimes that he doesn't treat me like the other girls that he's with.
I don't want him to go out with me, that's not what I want. I want him and Ron too, to treat me like a real girl. That is why Luna is the perfect roomy. It's going to be fun, just us girls!
Harry's POV
"Can you believe Luna is going to live with Hermione?" Ron asked me as we walked back to our flat that night. Hermione and Luna had decided to go clubbing instead of going home. I mean, Hermione and clubbing do not, in any sense, go together in the same sentence.
"I can't believe it, mate. It's plain odd."
"Can you imagine Hermione's face when she hears Luna having sex with some random bloke in her room while she's trying to finish her reading on the Treatment of Special Potions or some random book like that?"
"You don't think that Luna would start hooking her up with random guys do you? Hermione would not stand for that, right?"
"I think Hermione should be allowed to have so fun in her life. But, she better not over do it. Hermione's not cut out for a life of spontaneous behavior."
I completely agreed with Ron. Hermione was a planner, Hermione believed in order and morals. She is not the type of girl who would sleep with men she hardly knew. If I know my Hermione, and I do, I know that's not the type of conduct she believes in.
"I'm thankful to Hermione though." Ron exclaimed.
"For what?"
"Well, for the fact that she didn't get some boring ugly room mate."
"So, you're pretty much stating, If I understand you correctly, that Luna is exciting and pretty?"
"Well, I wouldn't kick her out of bed-if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean and you have a girl friend. Remember?"
"Of course I remember! I was just making an objective observance."
"Ron that is not objectivity. Objectivity is when you're not partial to anything. You're obviously biased since it's your personal opinion."
"You spend too much time paying attention to Hermione. But, for our beautiful friendship, I will rephrase the latter. I was just making a subjective opinion."
"You know the word latter?"
"Ha. If you must know, I have a quite extensive vocabulary." I arched my eyebrow.
"Fine, you caught me, I read it on Hermione's Day to Day Vocabulary Calendar."
And with that, Ron and I entered our flat in a fit of laughter. Hermione was such a big part of our lives, but tonight we really understood how immensely she stood out to us.
Luna's POV
Living with Hermione has honestly been a blast this past week. We've been doing the usual girly stuff that girls were supposed to do back in school. But Hermione and I were different back then, we were intellectuals and knew that doing our hair and talking about boys had to wait until fighting the dark lord of the wizarding world and defeating his sorry ass was over. His sorry ass was now fried thanks to Harry and Hermione and I could do our hair, nails, and talk about boys without worrying about the looming danger.
It's great to have a girl friend that you can be totally open with and who quite understands you. And last night, in favor to all the understanding she had been making, I decided to understand her.
She opened her heart to me about how she hated the way Harry and Ron pictured her. I had heard some venting in my time, but this just was the pumpkin pie that broke the Hippogriff's back. I did not know that Hermione Granger had so much bottled up anger residing inside of her. It was rather invigorating. I felt for her-I really did, and I, being the most versatile woman in the Wizarding World, If I do say so myself, decided to help my hopeless little roomy and finally get her some fun, and laid.
"You can't let their perception of you bother you Hermione. You do what the hell you want to do and nothing they can say or do can make any difference. Be happy, be independent, feel life!" Ok, maybe I was taking it a bit far, but work with me here, I needed a bit of bravado and spunk to get her going.
Hermione sighed but listened to me anyways. I was working her like Ronald on his quidditch broom back in 7th year. I am so good at comparisons, it astounds me. You should hear my metaphors.
"Well, what's something you've always wanted to do?"
"Date."
"You've never dated anybody? What about Viktor? Ron?"
"I've dated! I mean I want to really date. I don't want to date, looking for a real relationship; I want to have fun and meaningless-
"Don't say it Hermione."
"Sex."
"Woah."
"What?"
"It's just, so not like you."
"Get over it. I don't want to have x-rated sex every night. Just once in a while. Also, not with a lot of different guys, I mean, who knows where they've been and…"
"Hermione, I get it."
"Oh, good."
"But I thought you mentioned that you also wanted to find love?"
"Well yeah, but after the dating game, that I'll do for a couple of months."
"You're putting an expiration date on dating?"
"Well-
"Hermione, you're one anal bird."
"Born and raised."
"What else do you want to do?"
"Go clubbing on a regular basis."
"Done- we could even go with Harry and Ron sometime. Show off our sexy dance moves."
Hermione blushed, "It'd be kind of embarrassing to dance like that in front of Harry and Ron."
"Hermione…"
"I'm sorry. Yes, let's go clubbing with them. It'll be fun seeing the looks on their faces!"
"I also want my hair to be wavy more than curly. Oh! I also want to go out and get myself a cute purse and buy some tighter jeans."
"The hair I can do for you and the clothes, well since I'm a fashion editor, I can try to get you some discounts from some stores."
"Luna, you are a life saver."
"That's what they should put on my card."
"Who?"
"The card people. The people that make personal business cards."
"Did you know that elves actually do that? They are poured into manual labor, many gruesome hours a week, and for what? A measly sock or hat once in a while?"
"Shut your SPEW activism mouth."
"That's rather rude."
"I knew you'd appreciate it."
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