The Life of Three Not-So-Average Teens

Chapter One: The Bet

Hermione Granger smiled as she entered the Gryffindor Common Room. About a month ago Hermione, Ron, and Harry had made a bet on who could find information the quickest on the muggles' theory on the beginning of the world. Hermione of course had resorted to her favorite room, the library, to find her information. She was sure she would win and they would recruit 10 new members each for S.P.E.W. Anyhow, back to the present. Hermione laughed as she pictured her two best friend's faces when they found out how little time it took her to find the information. Hermione reached the common room and called out to her friends.

"Ron, Harry! Come get your badges and you sheet for new members!" Hermione yelled awaiting them to drag their feet and moan in disappointment.

"Hermione! Hello?! We are right here!" Ron shouted just as loud.

Hermione blushed deeply and then remembered what she was here for.

"Boys you are sleeping on the job. Why am I not surprised?" Hermione asked. As she studied their faces she became confused since the two had not groaned yet.

"What job? It's already done. Ha Ha! Have fun doing our homework now won't you?" Harry smiled.

"Our?" Ron asked, "There is no our Harry, only my homework will be done by 'Mione," Ron laughed as he walked away with a bit of arrogance in his stride.

Harry, after hearing about his homework groaned and was about to say something but Hermione cut him off.

"Not so fast you two. Get back here right now! Let me see it please, I don't believe you two," Hermione's failure was slowly setting in. Since when did Hermione fail anyway? With the exception of potions that is.

Ron walked back and picked up a paper that was on the couch where he had been napping. His eyes quickly scanned the paper as he approached his best girl friend.

"What? How?" Hermione sighed wanting to ignore the truth, "Okay so this is correct information. My book proves it but how do you know that your book is reliable?" Hermione inquired.

"Because this 'source' is my dad!" The red head replied coolly.

"Oh..." She replied barely above a whisper.

How could she have forgotten? After all, who else other than someone who was fascinated by muggles would have a flying car? Hermione frowned as this feeling wasn't very familiar. That feeling was failure. How could she have been so stupid? Oh well, Hermione thought, at least I won't be too bored on week nights.

Hermione sighed and smiled at the same time, partly from happiness and partly from relief. It was just my luck that this past week was the week where there was tons of homework every night? Hermione thought. The week was finally over, although it had felt like a month. Hermione had done Ron's homework and she was determined to never do it again.

Hermione walked over to her bed and sat down. The feeling that she felt, felt strange. She hadn't experienced it in a while, it was boredom. Today was 'Christmas Eve-Day' as her mum and dad liked to call it. It was cold outside of course and a new snow was slowly making its way down to Earth. Ron and Harry were in the Great Hall playing wizard's chess, she had no interest in joining them, after all the game was so barbaric. It was too cold to go outside and Hogsmeade was closed for some reason as well. The librarian was on her winter break and enjoying it Hermione assumed. Dumbledore was to watch the students when they needed to go to the library and Hermione didn't want to bother him. What can I do except for playing wizard's chess? I'm not tired and I certainly don't want to sit here alone, Hermione thought.

Then, out of no where it dawned on her. Ginny! Most of Ginny's friends had gone home for Christmas break, more left than usual this year. Even Luna and her upside-down issue of The Quibbler weren't here. With a new sense of energy and excitement Hermione left the safety of her dormitory to find her younger red-headed friend.