SydMM
CHAPTER ONE
"Hermione! A letter's here for you!" her mother yelled from downstairs. Hermione put down her book and walked briskly out of her bedroom and down the stairs, through the small living room and into the kitchen, where her mother stood at the window untying a small roll of parchment from a tiny owl's leg. It spotted Hermione, and recognizing her, it hooted. Hermione smiled.
"Hello, Pigwidgeon," she responded.
"What? Pigwidgeon?" asked Mrs. Granger, handing her daughter the parchment, then looking back at the owl. Pig hooted, happily again as if to reply, "That's me!"
"Who came up with that name?"
"Nevermind," said Hermione, as she unrolled the letter as fast as she could.
Dear Hermione,
I've missed you, and can't wait to see you again. I'm sorry, I haven't written as much as you've wanted. Pig seems to be the only reliable owl we have these days, and every other person in this house seems to borrow him without my permission. .
Anyway, Harry surprised us by writing and inviting himself over for the rest of the summer, so I figured you needed to be here, as well. If you are able, please send a response back as soon as possible.
I'm hoping to see you soon,
Ron
Hermione grinned, and her mother must have seen the sparkle in her eye, because she immediately knew it was from Ron.
"So when are we going to meet this, Ron?"
"You've met him before…"
"Well it's been quite a few years, since we saw him last," exclaimed Mrs. Granger with a smirk on her face, "And he seems to really care for you."
"It's nothing serious, yet. I don't think it's a good idea."
"Please, Hermione. If Mr. and Mrs. Weasley know you so well, I think it's time your father and I got to know him…"
"Well, actually I might get to know his parents even better," said Hermione, "He's asked me to spend the rest of the summer at his home."
Her mother made a face that she couldn't quite read. "Of course, you'll be wanting to go, right?"
Hermione nodded.
She had spent a lot of her time at the Burrow, but never a whole summer. She wondered if things would be the same there. She imagined everyone would still be grieving the loss of Fred, but Harry was coming… The both of them had always been welcome into their home. Hopefully, their stay would be a good thing on the family.
"Fine, but we have to meet Ron, first."
"But… When?" She really didn't want Ron to meet her parents. Not even if one day they were to be betrothed. Marriage, thought Hermione, Married to Ron. The thought made her swoon. Either way, her parents meeting Ron again just sounded like a bad idea.
"Well, he can come pick you up, can't he?"
"Well, yes but-"
"But, nothing, Hermione. That's it. We're meeting him."
Hermione was sullen. This was definitely not something to look forward to.
"In fact, just tell him to arrive here, tomorrow night, for dinner."
"Dinner?"
"Yes, Hermione. Dinner. Your father went out to the grocery store to fetch some things. I'll just call him up, and tell him to pick out something nice to eat," and with that, her mother picked up her cell phone from the kitchen counter and dialed, and Hermione knew there was no point in arguing. After all, her mother was even more stubborn than she.
All I have to get through is one dinner, thought Hermione, And then a whole summer at the Burrow. She smiled wide, and her heart seemed to swell. She couldn't wait to spend her summer with Ginny, and Harry, and especially, Ron. It was going to be one to remember…
Dear Ron,
I've missed you too, and my answer is yes! But there's a catch… Use the address on the back of this letter, to get to our fireplace through the Floo Network. My parents would like you to have dinner with us tomorrow night around seven o'clock.
I'm hoping for your arrival,
Hermione
SydMM-So, what did you think? Good? Bad? I realize it was a little short, but I think that helps when you're trying to organize a story like this. Also, if you started reading my story, HERMIONE'S LAST YEAR, I just would like to tell you, I'm discontinuing it. Hopefully, you'll like this story just as much! Anyway, please, please, REVIEW!
