These will be short stories about Hermione. I hope you'll enjoy them!
ElieNP
His Precious Treasure
Mr Granger had always wanted a child. Hermione's birth had been the happiest day of his life.
His daughter was his treasure. He'd do anything for her. He'd believe in whatever she had just invented. He'd follow her in whatever dream she had. He'd do anything for these dreams to come true. Indeed, as long as it was for his daughter, Mr Granger would always do his best.
So when she came to him with a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, asking with bright eyes if she could go, he found no reason to reply in a negative way. Of course she could go. And it was obvious he'd help her to do some researches about the school.
But, of course, he hadn't planned such a school to be real, and was truly regretting his answer. Because not only his precious treasure had left his side, but she was now asking him to help her to learn everything she could about Quidditch – he only had to listen to her and verify, with the help of her notes, that what she said was right.
He'd have gladly helped her with basketball, baseball but Quidditch was really not his cup of tea – fortunately she hadn't asked him to practice it yet!
Afraid of heights, when his little treasure was talking about those players' exploits in the air, Mr Granger felt as sick as if he'd been riding the broom himself.
However his treasure had asked him, so he'd do his best.
As long as his stomach would be strong enough to support it though.