Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
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𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒔
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The next morning, Hermione woke up earlier than the crack of dawn.
And let something sink in. She was not a morning person. She woke suddenly when she felt a heavyweight being put upon her. She groaned and opened her eyes to find a stag casually sitting on her bed, half his rear on top of her. Hermione had to bite her lip to prevent herself from laughing or shouting at the stag. The latter turned his head to her and gave her a cheeky grin (if that's even possible) before he shifted and James Potter was in his place.
"Why the fuck did you do that for?" Hermione hissed at the laughing James Potter.
"I just thought I'd help Mrs. Weasley wake you up," said James with the same cheeky grin, "Besides you're the only one free at the moment."
"I wasn't free. I was sleeping," said Hermione rolling her eyes careful not to wake Ginny. "Why aren't you with your wife? Or creepily, but sweetly, watching your son?"
"My wife is with No—Occupied at the moment. And believe it or not but watching my son sleep isn't the best entertainment—"
James was interrupted by the sound of someone going up the stairs so, he waved at Hermione and vanished—with enough time for her to flip him off.
"Oh! I didn't know you were awake Hermione."
Hermione turned around to see Mrs. Weasley smiling at her from the door, "Could you be a dear and wake Ginny up?"
"Of course, Mrs. W." Hermione grinned and after a smile, Mrs. Weasley continued to make her way up the house to wake the four boys crammed up in Ron's room.
Hermione stood up from the bed and, as she was about to wake Ginny up, she had a better idea. She wandlessly accio'd a bowl and conjured water. She then picked it up and poured it on top of the clueless sleeping redhead, who shot up, awake, with a screech. Ginny opened her eyes and glared at a smirking Hermione.
"Payback is a bitch, innit?" Hermione smirked before squealing as Ginny started chasing her through the house.
Hermione ran through the door and down the stairs to the kitchen, running to the other side of the table; Ginny fuming was fuming as she stood on the other side, and narrowed her eyes at the curly-haired witch.
"Come on Gigi, relax, I just wanted to get even. . . ." said Hermione smiling sheepishly.
"You are so not getting away with this, Hermione Jean!" Ginny hissed, her eyes merely slits and her face red from anger.
