My Fair Lady

My Fair Lady- The Panic on Wimpole Street

Hermione Granger stepped out of Harry's house on Wimpole Street angrily with a suit case full of clothes in her hand. She locked the front door quietly and stormed down the stairs. Hermione thought she was the only person on the road, however, she was wrong.

"Hermione!" the voice of Ron Weasley called out to her.

Hermione had no heart to see Ron at that moment. She quickened her pace and attempted to get away from him as fast as possible.

However, Ron stopped her before she got too far. "Speak and the world is full of singing, and I'm winging Higher than the birds. Touch and my heart begins to crumble, the heaven's tumble, Darling, and I'm..."

Hermione exploded. It was three o'clock in the morning and she had just suffered an emotional blow. Here was Ron, stopping her from getting away from her hated professor's house as soon as possible, with his stupid brainless singing.

" Words! Words! Words! I'm so sick of words! I get words all day through; first from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?" Hermione screamed into Ron's ear. " Don't talk of stars burning above; if you're in love, show me! Tell me no dreams filled with desire. If you're on fire, show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night! Don't talk of spring! Just hold me tight! Anyone who's ever been in love'll tell you that this is no time for a chat! Haven't your lips longed for my touch? Don't say how much, show me! Show me! Don't talk of love lasting through time. Make me no undying vow. Show me now! Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme! Don't waste my time, Show me! Don't talk of June, Don't talk of fall! Don't talk at all! Show me! Never do I ever want to hear another word. There isn't one I haven't heard. Here we are together in what ought to be a dream; say one more word and I'll scream! Haven't your arms hungered for mine? Please don't "expl'ine," Show me! Show me! Don't wait until wrinkles and lines pop out all over my brow! Show me now!" With that said, Hermione stormed off and left Ron along on the street, totally bewildered.

"Hermione, wait!" Ron shook his head and knocked himself out of the trance as he caught up with Hermione. "What's the matter? Was it because Dumbledore announced that you are not trained in Hogwarts in the party? I don't mind, truly I don't. I love you for your intelligence. I don't care if you lived most of your life as a Muggle. I love you, Hermione. I'll still love you if you don't have a trace of magic in you. I'll still love you if have never met Harry...."

Hermione broke into tears at the mention of Harry's name. "Don't take about him, Ron. Please! I don't want to talk about it."

Ron shut his mouth up immediately, not wanting to upset Hermione. "Where are you going then?"

Hermione wiped her tears away with her sleeves. "I'm going to the Thames and I'm going to dig a hole in it!"

"Hermione!" exclaimed Ron as he grabbed Hermione's arm. "You can't do that! Dumbledore just gave you the graduation certificate of Hogwarts! You are officially a witch now, Hermione. Are you going to throw all that away just because of some silly quarrels? I don't know what quarrel you and Harry had, but killing yourself for it is stupid."

Ron's words seemed to have woken Hermione. "I've got a better idea! Ron, get me a cab!"

"But I don't have any money!" said a bewildered Ron.

Hermione began to run towards the main road. "Well, I have. Hurry up!"

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Hermione stepped off the Muggle cab in the square where she used to sell flowers. Her old colleagues were still picking flowers and bunching them together to sell later in the day.

"Hermione?" Ron called from the cab. "Where are you going? Shall I come?"

Hermione shook her head. She wanted to do this alone.

Hermione walked towards her old friends without a word.

"Wanna flower, Missy?" Hermione's ex-best friend asked her.

Hermione shook her head again. A tear rolled down her cheek silently. Even my best friend couldn't recognize me. What had that blasted Harry Potter done to me?

"Heya Missy. Ain't it cold out here? Whachu doin' so early in the morning? Come and warm yourself by the fire!" Dean, Seamus's best friend, said to her, not realizing who she was.

Hermione began to sob. I have no where to go. I can't be a normal witch, as Harry and Draco, on my own. I don't know enough to be one. I definitely can't go back to that damn place, because I don't want to see Harry Potter ever again. I can't even come back and be a Muggle. What can I do?

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, "Hermione, what are you doing here?"

Hermione turned her head in delight and saw her brother, Seamus.

Seamus no longer looked like some beggar on the road. He had some decent clothes. He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit. He stopped and examined Hermione. "Why aren't you sleeping in your precious professor's house right now?"

"He's not my precious professor," Hermione retorted angrily. "Where did you get your clothes."

Seamus turned up his nose. "Thanks to your precious professor, I had been dragged into a morality speech competition a week after I visited your professor. I won the competition easily and the blasted society gave me a large sum of money I don't need. I don't want it but I can't refuse either. Am I to take it that your lovely professor kicked you out and sent you to me? Just like something he'd do. Mind you, Missy, I aren't going to take care of you. You'd better get back to your professor's house or start selling flowers again."

Hermione turned away from Seamus. "I haven't been kicked out, but I have no intention to go back either. I can't sell flowers anymore and I certainly am not going to beg you for money. Good morning, Seamus. I hope we won't meet again."

As Hermione stepped back into the cab, she knew there was only one place she could go.

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"Malfoy! Malfoy! get up!" shouted Harry in front of Draco's room at six o'clock in the morning.

"What?" Draco, still dressed in his night robe, opened his door, rubbing his eyes.

"Have you seen Hermione this morning?" bellowed Harry.

Draco stared at Harry in disbelief. "That's a nice joke. But don't you think it's a little bit early for jokes? I'm going back to bed."

"Oh no, you're not!" Harry seized Draco's arm. "I wasn't joking. I meant what I said. Hermione disappeared."

"What?" this piece of information definitely woke Draco up. "She disappeared? How do you know?"

"I got up this morning and Lavender brought me my breakfast. I got tea instead of coffee! I asked Hermione to tell Lavender that I want coffee, but the message never went to Lavender. I asked Lavender where Hermione was, so she went to her room and checked. Lavender said that Hermione had disappeared along with all of her clothes."

"This is a serious problem, indeed. I'll be right back." Draco's closed his door. A moment later, he was back out, fully clothed and had a stake of parchments in his hand.

As Harry paced about the study, Draco began to scribble furiously on the parchments. Both men hadn't had breakfast, but neither noticed.

In that hour, Harry succeeded in pacing out a track in his carpet, while Draco scribbled down twenty identical letters as fast as he could. Harry mumbled and muttered and complained for the whole hour, but could still find things about Hermione to complain about.

"Why couldn't she think with her brains? Doesn't she know that she'll be lost? I do hope she would be gabbled up by some horrid beasts. That'll teach her a lesson. She should have at least told us where she had gone!" complained Harry as he paced around restlessly.

Draco sighed. "Potter, if you are so worried about Hermione, you can at least help me with these letters."

"Worried?" Harry laughed. His laughter wasn't enough to hide his anxiety. "I'm not worried. I couldn't care less where Hermione had gone to. Mind you, I'm still mad that I got tea for coffee this morning."

Draco knew that Harry didn't mean a word he said. He just rolled his eyes and went back to the letters.

When Draco put all twenty letters into envelopes and sent them off by owls, Harry mumbled something like "Imgoingforawalk" and walked out of the house.

Draco walked out of the study and bumped into Lavender.

"Sorry, Draco. I didn't see you," apologized Lavender.

"It's all right. I've got to go to the Ministry of Magic. We have to find Hermione before any harm comes to her," said Draco as he put on his shoes.

"Harry would be pleased. I know he missed the girl terribly," smiled Lavender.

Draco opened the door. "Oh, blast that Potter. I miss her." With a pop, Draco departed.

"Your date with Ginny!" exclaimed Lavender the moment Draco Disapparated. "Never mind, I guess your date is off now."

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"Parvarti! Parvarti!" shouted Harry as soon as he stepped into his sister's house.

"In the lounge!" Harry heard his sister's voice calling out to him.

Harry stormed into the lounge and bellowed, "Parvarti, you are not going to believe this...." Harry stopped in the middle of his sentence when his eyes landed on a certain person in the lounge.

"Not believe what?" asked Parvari.

Harry couldn't breathe. In the room, sitting on the couch with his own sister, was....

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A/N: I'm terribly sorry about the delay in updating this story. I had it all written out before Christmas. However, my beta, Stella had no time to Beta my last two chapters for me. Between contacts, we somehow didn't get this message to each other before. I have realized that Betas are harder to find, especially when school begins. Therefore, I decided that I would check over this story myself. I do hope that I have picked out most of the mistakes I had made. The next chapter should be out soon. Thank you for reading!