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In Some Other Time And Place

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A/N: This chapter is set one month after the previous one. Here's the Betaed version, which I like much better.

I noticed that the readers of this story were either American, Australian, British, Greek, Austrian or Spanish. Because I like my readers (no matter how few they are), I decided to have Marina who is half Greek and half Austrian, Lucia who is Spanish and Allison who is Australian. There will be an American OC as well. No need for Brits, HP is full of them!

Chapter 3, Sodom and Gomorrah

Jean Granger was a truly stunning woman. She was just under six feet tall and had a slim, attractive figure. Her dark red hair was pin straight and very long and her eyes were a piercing, bright green. She always looked perfect and dressed to impress even when she was only shopping for groceries. Jean Granger was much more than a simple suburban housewife, which was obvious to anyone who spent more than five minutes with her.

Richard Granger was rather plain-looking. Average hight, average built, average looks... He had short brown hair, dull brown eyes and a face that was very easy to forget. He worked from nine to five every weekday and always got home to his wife in time for dinner. He felt blessed to have a wife like Jean, beautiful and smart. She took care of everything by herself and still had the time to look ar perfect as she did. His wife wore the pants in their marriage, which was obvious to anyone who spent more than five seconds with them.

While Richard parked the car, Jean opened the door and walked in. The house looked exactly like it had the last time she had seen it - clean and tidy - which was no surprise, knowing Hermione and her borderline-OCD habits. It was awfully quiet so she assumed Hermione was sleeping and went upstairs to wake her up.

Just because she stays up all night reading, it doesn't mean she should sleep till noon, the woman thought.

Opening the door to her daughter's room, Mrs. Granger almost fainted in shock.

The formerly wooden floor was now white marble and the walls were also white instead of the light yellow it had been for years. All the furniture had obviously been replaced and everything was black! The desk was black, the bookcase was black, the chest was black, the closet was black... And the huge bed whose backboard was on the north wall, opposite the desk, bookshelf and door was also black . Jean hung onto the doorframe, needing support. She couldn't believe what she was seeing!

That's when Jean gasped and a hand flew to her chest. She felt faint once again. On the bed were three half-naked females, so close together it was hardly possible to discern where one ended and the other began.

The one on the left had long black hair with dark blue highlights, tanned skin and was wearing a leopard-print bra and g-string. Nothing else. She had an arm and a leg wrapped around the one in the middle, who appeared to be sleeping peacefully.

The one on the right had shorter, dark-brown hair, a fair complexion and wore a skimpy red babydoll with white hearts on it, white lace on the bust and a matching g-string. Jean felt disgusting even looking at them, considering their dress. However, her gaze went back to the one in the middle.

She was partially covered by the other girls but upon closer inspection... She had a tanned skin but lighter than the girl on her left and her hair was blonde with highlights. She was wearing what appeared to be a light blue, lycra mesh teddy. She couldn't be... Dear, sweet god...

"Hermione!", the redhead screamed in anger and opened the mauve/dark green curtains violently, letting the sunlight in.

The girl in question opened her eyes lazily and the other girls seemed to wake up as well.

Jean walked around the room, examining it further, face flushed both with anger and slight embarassment.

The desk was large and tidy, as was the bookcase. Everything else was a mess; the top two drawers of the chest were open, its contents visible. Jean hesitantly picked up one black lacy pair of panties, dropping it instantly upon discovering that it was crotchless. She would hardly have the bravery to buy such a thing, let alone her daughter! Her anger flared again.

The closet was open and most of the clothes were on the floor. She didn't look closely but these were definitely not Hermione's old clothes. On the floor next to the bed were about five pillows that formed a circle and in the middle an empty bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label. Next to one of the pillows there was an ashtray - with ash! - and Jean noticed a pack of Malboro Reds near it.

"Jean? What's going on here?", came Richard Granger's voice from the door. "Nevermind, I'll be going now", he said noticing the half-naked girls.

"I want you downstairs in ten minutes, not a minute later young lady! And get these girls out of my house!", Jean hissed and followed her husband.


Precisely eleven minutes later the three girls made their way to the Grangers' living room. The black-haired girl was wearing a pair of denim hotpants, a tight grey tank top and sneakers while the other girl had a blue summer dress on and a pair of white sandals. Hermione, on the other hand, only had a short light blue satin robe on which wasn't even closed. It revealed far too much, and Jean had to avert her eyes.

Hermione walked the girls to the door, said goodbye and went back to the living room to deal with her parents. Standing there with her arms crossed she waited for her mother to speak first.

"What was going on up there? What happened to your room? And these girls... What were you wearing? What are you wearing? And what happened to your hair?", her mother exploded.

"I had a sleepover last night, so they slept over. I decided to redecorate, obviously. Allison and Lucia, what about them? A lovely teddy I bought about three weeks ago. The teddy plus a matching robe. A hair stylist. Does that cover you?", Hermione answered nonchalantly.

"You will not talk to me that way, young lady!" Jean shouted.

"Young lady? Doesn't this make you... Old lady?" Hermione smirked.

Jean seemed furious by then, "Who do you think you're talking to? Are you... You... I expected much more from you!"

"Like what? What did you expect from me, mother?" Hermione raised her voice, anger seeping into her words.

"Not this! Your father and I left you alone here believing you would be responsible and would behave. Instead, I came home and found Sodom and Gomorrah in my daughter's bedroom! What happened to you?" Jean asked angrily.

"What happened to me? Oh, I'll tell you what happened to me. I grew up, that's what happened to me! You think that what, I am going to sit here with my nose in a book when I can... When I can live? I'm fifteen years old mother, not five and not fifty. And it's high time you realised that. I'm not changing - well, I am, but not in the way you'd want me to. And you better accept this or I will be out of here before you say Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." Hermione said, now face-to-face with her mother.

Jean Granger, normally a strict and bossy woman who always got her way did the unexpected.

"Alright," she said, resgined, and started walking away. She was almost out of the room when she stopped and without turning around asked her daughter with a calm voice, "Are you still going to the Weasley's?"

Hermione was perplexed by her mother's behaviour but answered as calmly as her mother, "No, I wrote to Ron and told him I couldn't go."

"I'll be with your father. You do...whatever it is that you want to do." Jean said and walked away, leaving a confused but triumphant Hermione in her wake.

A/N: Here's the link to Hermione's teddy: http://www.playfulthreads.com/lingerie/hope-teddy.aspx

So, what do you think of Hermione? And what's the deal with Jean?

Please review! If not for me, do it for my wonderful Beta, smilelaughread!

Tags: allison, betaed, hermione, hermione granger, in some other time and place, isotap, lucia, oc, sequel, sexy lingerie, smilelaughread, story, time travel

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