Hermione has had a few months at Hogwarts. She now returns to her rather plain life for Christmas for the first time since leaving for school. Her parents find out all about Hogwarts and Ron and Harry. And she deals with balancing both her muggle and Wizarding life.
((This is pretty much my first actual story. At least the first that I've actually written properly. The others are really rather odd because I completely sucked back then. Seriously don't even read them, these I hope are semi decent. Please do let me know and I will continue))
Chapter 1
Arriving at Kings Cross
It was not exactly the most peaceful of train journeys back to Kings Cross as the Hogwarts Express left Hogsmeade for the Christmas hols. It wasn't that Hermione wasn't looking forward to seeing her mother and father but she was so wrapped up in a world that had become so familiar the first months at school. The train continued on its journey and sped along the lush green countryside as it neared London and the station, hopefully mother had actually brought their nice car, the one that didn't make funny noises and bump her head every single turn.
"Darling "the shriek was positively scary as Hermione ran through the barrier to the muggle world and was immediately seized in a crushing hug from Hellen Granger "Mum you're going to crush me you know that? "Hermione blurted out as she let out a wide grin.
"Don't you dare, I'll hug you for as long as I need to. You've only been gone "Time really had flown "For 3 months now "Let's get back to the house, I baked a welcome home cake, your favorite "
Hermione's eyes sunk as they got into the horrendous beige looking Polo that always bumped and made squeaking noises so loud even other cars around them stopped to see what the sound could be and sank into the passenger seat as they drove onwards.
Quite possibly the weirdest part of the entire trip home was getting back to their tiny little house with it's plain wooden door and two floors, roses around their quaint little garden. Her room hadn't been touched but apparently her cousin Tsara had stayed a few days whilst her Aunt was abroad. Her entire body exhausted from the train ride and all the moving she just collapsed onto her bed. Still covered in a blanket with coloured books printed on the top and drifted into a deep sleep.
Tea, Pancakes and chocolate chip cookies awaited Hermione as she lazily walked into the Kitchen in her pj's. She had taken a while to get down because of how funny it was to wake up in her own bed at home and not in Gryffindor tower. Her father was at work and her mother would probably join him later but was laying down by the telly.
Having filled her plate Hermione ventured over to the sitting room and slumped into a chair, it was great to have her mum's pancakes again. " Hermione dear I'll be heading off soon, tonight though young lady you're going to tell us all about school, those letters were fascinating " Hermione smiled to herself, it was always her mother who had a thirst for knowledge, she got that from her and couldn't wait to tell her more in person.