Author's Note: Hola! Well, this fic has been up for a long time, and I still think it has potential, but basically, it needs a LOT of editing. So I've finally dragged my lazy self to it, and I'm gonna try editing. I only hope it's not too late and that it hasn't been given up on...
Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, I'd have a team of people who could edit this for me xD
It was Hermione's last day back at home. She was in her room, re-reading her textbooks for the 8th time.
"Hermione! Dinner's ready!" she heard her mum call.
"Coming!" she responded, thinking 'Finally!' The smell of her mum's pot roast had become almost unbearable as it drifted up the stairs, tickling her nose. Marking her page carefully, she sat Advanced Transfiguration down on her nightable, and skipped down the stairs to the dining room, where her mother and father waited.
After her father carved a good hunk of delicious pot roast onto her plate, and her mum spooned green beans on the same, the practically ravished Hermione dug in with fervor Ronald Weasley would have admired. This however, was nothing new to her mum and dad when it came to pot roast, and so they avoided looking at her until her food was done.
"More dear?" her mum asked, amused. Hermione however, now had a sore throat and a taste overload, so she just shook her head, sipping her water carefully until her parents were also finished.
"Mmm, delicious Jane, absolutely great." Said her dad leaning back with his glass of wine and patting his now bulging stomach. Hermione helped her mum clear the table, and soon it was almost time for bed. Heading up the stairs with anxious thoughts of returning to Hogwarts the following day, Hermione almost didn't hear her mother's voice call her.
"Yes Mum?" she turned around.
"Hermione dear, well, your birthday is coming up very soon, and I know your father and I usually allow you to simply buy something for yourself, but well, dress robes were listed on your supply list this year, and so when you went to meet up with the Weasleys, well, I bought you some dear."
Hermione stood at the bottom of the stairs, not sure what to say. Much as she loved her mum, they had very different tastes in clothes, and she was weary of what awaited her in the box that her mum had on the counter behind her.
Resigned to her fate, she managed a smile and a true-sounding "Oh, thank you mum! I'm sure they're great."
"Well dear," her mum said sounding quite relieved, "why don't you go on upstairs now and try them on? You can come down here so that your father can take a picture.
"Sure mum", she dutifully replied, and before she knew it, the box was in her hands, and she was already halfway up the stairs. Putting the box down on her bed, Hermione opened the lid, and stared.
The robes were ... gorgeous. They were of a deep, rich, almost purple but not-quite-there color that felt like the softest cloud when she raised them up. The sleeves went three quarters of the way down her arms, and when she tried them on, the robes were the perfect length, almost touching her toes. The color had been dusted with small silver sprinkles that glittered and shined when she twirled herself around. The robes had a bit more of a plunge in the bodice than she was accustomed to, but it only showed off her seasoned figure.
When she slowly stepped down the stairs, for the first time since the Yule Ball, Hermione felt like she was beautiful. The robes made little swishing noises that only added to the serenity of it all. Her parents beamed when they saw her.
"My darling little girl" her mum said tearfully. "When did you grow up into such a lovely young woman?"
Hermione flushed a bit at the praise, but her smile never waned as her father snapped photo after photo of Hermione alone, and a few times with her mother.
After thanking them both tremendously, Hermione carefully walked up the stairs so as not to trip over the hem of her own robes, which she placed them back into their box as soon as she was in her room.
Two hours later, Hermione had almost completely drifted of to sleep, done checking and re-checking that she had everything. One of her last thoughts was that, this year, was gonna be fun, and a bit different. Smiling into her pillow, she could just feel it.
A/N: So, better, worse, what? I'm really hoping that the edit will draw more people to it.. : ) Go D x H pairings! Whoo!
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