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Summary: Hermione's life after Hogwarts, she works as (surprise!) a book-keeper in a Flourish and Blotts. She still communicates with Harry and others, but has cut off communication with Ron. Wonder why? Will eventually be Hr/Draco, with many surprises along the way.
'Curious,' Hermione Granger thought to herself, 'rain in August.' The window in California's Flourish and Blott's was fogged up, and she leaned her forehead on the glass. Children in robes ran between stores, rushing to buy their cauldrons, quills, and potion ingredients before they were carried away in the rain. Twenty-two year old Hermione imagined the ally ways suddenly filled ten feet high with water, the rainfall becoming a monsoon. She smiled grimly, thoughts of floating away filling her head.
The daydream was interrupted by Rosa, her fellow book-shelver. "Mione, these books won't shelve themselves you know!" Rosa joked weakly. There was something unnerving about this Hermione girl, she thought to herself. So quiet, but so smart. All Rosa knew about her was that she had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, graduated at the top of her class, then dropped everything and moved out here to an unknown town in Northern California. Come to think of it, she thought, that was all anyone knew about Hermione. She had no family to speak of, no boyfriend, just a brilliant mind and love for children,
As Rosa thought this, Hermione lit up at the sight of a young boy approaching the store. She sat up, straightened her black zip-up sweatshirt, and brushed a stray curl off her face. The Hermione Hogwarts knew had faded, and left a young woman in her place. Her once frizzy hair had softened into gentle, light brown waves. She chose her clothes carefully, wearing only what flattered her. Of average height and weight, what caught people was this girls eyes. Light brown, they immediately made you take a second look. They were familiar, like eyes you think you've seen in a dream. They comforted you, yet confused you at the same time. They were eyes that had seen the great and the terrible.
Rosa faded into the book shelves, as Hermione approached the wet boy. "What can I do for you?" She asked kindly. He smiled at her tone, and held up an all too familiar piece of parchment. "Ah, starting at Phoenix, are we?" The boy nodded shyly. Phoenix was the American equal of Hogwarts, and Hermione had been helping kids get their textbooks all week. She helped him find all he needed, rang him up, and sent him on his way.
"Rosa," she called out, "we're going to need more copies of 'Rare and Wonderful Fungi' by the end of the week!" Rosa peered out from behind a bookcase, and made a clicking sound with her tongue.
"Mione, why don't you take Friday off? Go meet some people, get a hobby, get a haircut?" Hermione cringed at the nickname and stifled a groan. This was an all too familiar speech. Rosa was anywhere between thirty and fifty years old. Someone who always blended into a crowd. Everything was plain about her, she had a husband who worked late hours, went to church every Sunday, (probably just for the gossip, Hermione thought). She was the kind of lady who liked to know everyone's business, and just couldn't figure out why Hermione never went on dates.
"Listen! There's this wonderful single man who just joined our church! Very cute, not much older than you. I could drop a few hints, give him your numb-"
"Thanks, Rosa, really. But you know me. Books make better friends." Rosa thought she saw fear flitter across Hermione's face, but it was gone in an instant. "I'll be writing to Harry in the back room if you need me."
Worth continuing?
Not much of a start, but I wanted to introduce Hermione's life now. Next chapter: Hermione's home and an interesting visit to the store.
Summary: Hermione's life after Hogwarts, she works as (surprise!) a book-keeper in a Flourish and Blotts. She still communicates with Harry and others, but has cut off communication with Ron. Wonder why? Will eventually be Hr/Draco, with many surprises along the way.
'Curious,' Hermione Granger thought to herself, 'rain in August.' The window in California's Flourish and Blott's was fogged up, and she leaned her forehead on the glass. Children in robes ran between stores, rushing to buy their cauldrons, quills, and potion ingredients before they were carried away in the rain. Twenty-two year old Hermione imagined the ally ways suddenly filled ten feet high with water, the rainfall becoming a monsoon. She smiled grimly, thoughts of floating away filling her head.
The daydream was interrupted by Rosa, her fellow book-shelver. "Mione, these books won't shelve themselves you know!" Rosa joked weakly. There was something unnerving about this Hermione girl, she thought to herself. So quiet, but so smart. All Rosa knew about her was that she had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, graduated at the top of her class, then dropped everything and moved out here to an unknown town in Northern California. Come to think of it, she thought, that was all anyone knew about Hermione. She had no family to speak of, no boyfriend, just a brilliant mind and love for children,
As Rosa thought this, Hermione lit up at the sight of a young boy approaching the store. She sat up, straightened her black zip-up sweatshirt, and brushed a stray curl off her face. The Hermione Hogwarts knew had faded, and left a young woman in her place. Her once frizzy hair had softened into gentle, light brown waves. She chose her clothes carefully, wearing only what flattered her. Of average height and weight, what caught people was this girls eyes. Light brown, they immediately made you take a second look. They were familiar, like eyes you think you've seen in a dream. They comforted you, yet confused you at the same time. They were eyes that had seen the great and the terrible.
Rosa faded into the book shelves, as Hermione approached the wet boy. "What can I do for you?" She asked kindly. He smiled at her tone, and held up an all too familiar piece of parchment. "Ah, starting at Phoenix, are we?" The boy nodded shyly. Phoenix was the American equal of Hogwarts, and Hermione had been helping kids get their textbooks all week. She helped him find all he needed, rang him up, and sent him on his way.
"Rosa," she called out, "we're going to need more copies of 'Rare and Wonderful Fungi' by the end of the week!" Rosa peered out from behind a bookcase, and made a clicking sound with her tongue.
"Mione, why don't you take Friday off? Go meet some people, get a hobby, get a haircut?" Hermione cringed at the nickname and stifled a groan. This was an all too familiar speech. Rosa was anywhere between thirty and fifty years old. Someone who always blended into a crowd. Everything was plain about her, she had a husband who worked late hours, went to church every Sunday, (probably just for the gossip, Hermione thought). She was the kind of lady who liked to know everyone's business, and just couldn't figure out why Hermione never went on dates.
"Listen! There's this wonderful single man who just joined our church! Very cute, not much older than you. I could drop a few hints, give him your numb-"
"Thanks, Rosa, really. But you know me. Books make better friends." Rosa thought she saw fear flitter across Hermione's face, but it was gone in an instant. "I'll be writing to Harry in the back room if you need me."
Worth continuing?
Not much of a start, but I wanted to introduce Hermione's life now. Next chapter: Hermione's home and an interesting visit to the store.