Who Woulda Thunk It?

By jessebelle

E-mail: [email protected]

Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except the plot.

Pairings: Hermione/George with a little Harry/Ginny, but it's not a big thing in the story

Reviews: Please, tell me what's on your mind and if I should continue.

Author's Note: Okay people, I realize that I have a whole bunch of other stories that I need to finish before I start anymore, (go read them if you like this one) but I've had this idea for a long time and needed to get it off of my chest. It was actually a weird dream I had, but I was Hermione. I remembered the main idea and a few details, then added to it to make it a story and here it is. I hope you guys will all enjoy it. Now, I read a lot of fanfiction and most of it gets jumbled in my head. It might have affected my subconscious mind so if you do recognize anything, let me know, but I've reread anything that was similar to this and I'm really sure that this is extremely original. But if you have a problem, let me know in my reviews. Anyway, enough for now and I plan to have this story finished by Halloween at the earliest, Thanksgiving at the latest, meaning updates shouldn't be a problem. Toodles!

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Chapter One: A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!!!!

Hermione Granger sat glumly at an outdoor table at the new café in Diagon Alley. In front of her was one of the biggest, chocolate sundaes that even her garbage disposal of a friend, Ron, would have trouble attempting to finish it off. But Hermione was having a bad day, and she had a feeling that it could only get worse.

          That morning she'd gotten up late, due to her alarm clock, and had proceeded to get ready like a crazed maniac. She had just been leaving when she'd found a note on the counter from Ginny, her roommate of three years.  It had told her to go back to bed because her boss had called saying not to come into work today until five so she could have a meeting with him.

That had made her suspicious so she had gone into Ginny's bedroom to ask questions. There she'd discovered her roommate in a compromising position with her boyfriend, one of Hermione's best friends, Harry Potter. The two had just laughed it off, but Hermione had been blushing for at least an hour. 

She knew she wouldn't be going back to bed so she had decided to pay visit to see her parents. They, of course, hadn't been home and she'd gotten stuck in the rain. When she'd finally gotten the sense to apperate home, she was drenched.

Her day didn't get any better when Ginny and Harry were waiting for her. The bomb was then dropped that they'd decided to move in together. Hermione knew that with her petty salary she couldn't afford to keep the apartment. They'd apologized of course, but she couldn't blame them.

Then she had to get ready for her mysterious meeting with her boss. Hermione worked at the ministry in the Department of Magical Creatures. Unfortunately she was only a secretary and she was hoping that this meant she was getting promoted. No such luck. She'd been fired.

Now she sat, licking the remaining traces of fudge off of her spoon, savoring the comfort of chocolate. Unfortunately, it didn't do much. She pushed the bowl away, now disgusted at herself for eating the entire thing, and sat back in her chair. She watched people, walking back in forth in Diagon Ally, going about their perfect, happy lives. To say she was jealous was an understatement.

          Her eyes finally fell on the sign for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the hit joke shop run by Fred and George. She smiled as she thought of the twins, then panic set in as she remembered the monthly Weasley dinner. It was tonight, and started an hour ago.

Hurrying, she paid for her sundae and apperated to her apartment. Boxes were everywhere and it seemed Ginny couldn't wait to move out. This of course meant Hermione had to find somewhere to live, and fast.

She ran into her bedroom and tore into her closet looking for something suitable to wear. Finally settling on a modest looking, yellow sundress, she put it on. Quickly she pulled her hair into a messy up do that would have to work. Putting on a little bit of makeup and a few pieces of jewelry, she grabbed her handbag and apperated to the Weasley household.

As usual the burrow was bursting with life. Red heads were everywhere with the occasional blonde or brunette. Everyone was in the backyard where there were several tables set up. It was like a party with the hanging lights and music blaring. Everyone was either chatting about the latest in their lives or dancing on the dance floor that had been added. It was a very comforting scene.

No one looked up as she entered or even noticed her for that matter. Still feeling depressed, she walked over to an empty table and sat down.  No one paid her any mind and she was completely ignored.  Since she had been late, dinner had already been served, but after that sundae, she didn't really care.  She sat like that for over an hour, watching everyone be happy and carefree without her. It just made her feel worse.

Finally getting up, she made her way over to the bar and grabbed herself a glass of wine. She managed to claim a different table, this time near the bar. One glass of wine turned into six, six turned into a whole bottle, and when she was finally done drinking, she was definitely pissed. Of course, no one took any notice. Looking at her watch, she realized it was a little after midnight. Her drunken mind was surprisingly intelligent when it suggested going home and going to sleep, so she listened to it. After watching her friends laugh with each other, not even noticing her presence, she apperated home, or at least she tried to.

Apperating while under the influence is illegal in the wizarding world and defiantly frowned upon. In fact, it's the muggle equivalent to drunk driving.  So with the fates firmly against her that night, Hermione was caught and given a fine of 12 galleons.  It was the perfect end to a perfectly shitty night.

She made it home around three and was greeted by an empty apartment. She managed to make it to her bed right before she passed out. One good thing about not having a job was she didn't need to get up early to go to work, especially with the hang over she was bound to have.

A/N: Okay guys, what did you think. I'm only 15 so for writing about a twenty six year old and getting in her mindset, I think I did pretty well. As I said before, I'm hoping to have this done as soon as possible, and since it's mainly planned out in my head, I just need to type it up and post it. I was planning on making you wait for the next chapter since I already have a lot done, but I'm just going to post it all tonight. Hopefully, length wise, the chapter satisfied you. If anybody has any suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them. Gotta get going,

jessebelle