Moving
Why does everyone have to look at us like that every time I kiss him or he kisses me? They stare at me with love and adoration, and at the man I'm pecking on the lips with happiness and relief. As if their baby had just learned to talk… or walk… or they had just found out that their only child was a witch.
They act like I was hopeless before. Did they think I was suffering when I wasn't with him…? As a couple? As friends? I was and am a strong human… a strong witch, for Christ's sake!
Or else I wouldn't have survived the months with out friends in 1st year; being made fun of and laughed at all through my childhood; watching as the love of my life frolics around with a gossip; yelling at Ron almost every minute of the day in 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th year Why does my heart always get butterflies and my arms get goosebumps every time I think up his name?; seeing my best friends sacrifice their lives for the horcruxes and life of Voldemort; getting 'The Daily Prophet' with headlines saying that muggle borns are a threat to society; having everyone around me, no matter who they were, being murdered or hunted down or tortured; praying to god that my mum and dad's memories would be in tact when I got them back home; going to funeral after funeral after funeral after funeral.
To think this at all makes me a horrible, conceited person. But I've been through a lot, so I deserve to at least think these things.
"Hermione?"
"Mmyes?" I break away from my thoughts. "What is it?"
"Did you forget to pack something? I thought we were leaving." Ron is holding my red raincoat out for me and a card-board box labeled Everything (Ron told me to call the box that, 'or else we'd get confused') by the front door of my home. My old home.
It's going to get some getting used to.
"Oh… no. I was just spacing out… that's all. Thanks for the dinner, Mum. It was really good! And thanks for helping me pack, Dad." I hug my parents good bye, trying to force the tears from coming.
"No problem, Honey. I'm just glad I could help," my dad says, holding me tightly against his chest.
"Come ANYTIME YOU FEEL LIKE IT!" Mum reminds me. She's crying lightly, but I can tell that she is happy for me. "You BETTER take care of her, Ronald, or else I will-"
"I'll try my hardest, Mrs. Granger," Ron says like a gentleman, but is slightly shaken by the obvious threat Mum gives him.
Oh Merlin… Mum has finally lost it, sobbing into my boyfriend's arms.
"Okay, Mum! Seriously! I can apparate to your house in two seconds at any moment of the day. And I hooked our apartment up with a phone line, so you can contact us very easily. If you want, I could buy you an owl, too. They come in handy, and its quicker then muggle mail," I say pleadingly, trying to make my mum see sense.
"You are the best daughter a person could have!" she says hysterically.
"I love you," I say, my eyes brimming with tears.
Ron finally gets to break away from Mum, and he puts his arm around my shoulder once my jacket is on.
"Bye Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger." He smiles to them, and opens the white, wooden door for me.
I wave to them and say bye also. Then I walk out through the entrance.
"Freedom!" I whisper to Ron once he has the door firmly shut to my OLD house.
I hope you liked it! I thought it was cute.
Hermione is spacing out for about half of it, but I think it makes sense... she's kind of in shock and feels like she is finally 'growing up' or whatever.
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Yes, that IS a bribe :)
-Maia
