"Hermione, James! Breakfast time!" Dorea Potter yelled up the stairs of her family's mansion.
Hermione Potter awoke with a yawn and stretched her aching limbs from another night of mischievous exploring with her twin brother, James, "Coming, Mum!"
She rubbed her eyes and made her way downstairs to the wafting smell of bacon and eggs. Her father, John, was sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet. Taking a seat, she noticed the headline:
Muggle Family of Five Killed in Sleep.
"Good Morning, sweetheart," John says fondly to his only daughter.
"Morning, Daddy," she smiles.
"'Monin, Dad, Mione," James mumbles pulling put a chair. He never really was a morning person if you couldn't tell.
At that time, a Hoot owl flew in the window carrying two letters. It dropped them on the table and expectantly hooted. Hermione fetched the treats and gave it to him, as that was her favorite thing to do as a small girl. It nodded in appreciation and fled the pureblooded home into the summer air.
Bringing the morning meal to the family's table, Dorea announces," Alright so we'll head on out to Diagon Alley for supplies right after breakfast. I'll let Walburga and Adam know that we can bring the boys out too."
At the mention of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, the twins' best friends, accompanying them on their school supply trip, Hermione stood up just a little bit straighter. Unbeknownst to her friends and family, Hermione had had a teensy tiny crush on Remus since the first time they had met on the train in first year. Okay, so maybe a bit more than a tiny crush.
The family of four finished their meal in a comfortable silence.
"I'm going to dress. I'll probably be ready around eleven, then we can go get the guys." Hermione rose and returned her dirty plate to the kitchen.
Looking in her closet, Hermione Dorea Potter had a dilemma; what was she going to wear. She had always had a crush on Remus, but this year, Hermione decided she was going to take the initiative and get the guy of her dreams to finally take her on a date.
It was either trying too hard, trying too less; too revealing, too conservative. It seemed like nothing was going to satisfy her, until she noticed an ice blue set of casual robes she got about a year ago, hiding away behind her muggle jeans. She tried them on, but since they were from a year ago, they were bit tighter than expected. She was still decent but they weren't baggy. They were perfect.
She quickly brushed her silky black hair, put a bit of Madame Melanie's Magic Concealer on her chin and slipped on some flats.
She closed her door at the same time as her brother across the hall, identical smirks on their identical faces.
"This should be interesting."