Summer or Love
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Chapter Four: Surprise, Surprise.
Harry waited impatiently. Maybe Hermione had a secret that she couldn't tell him, Harry, about? Whatever the cause he was about to find out.
Hermione walked carefully down the stairs with a small bundle in her arms. Harry's mind was rushing so badly, he almost had a headache.
Hermione made it to the table and sat down, cooeing at the white blanket.
"Hermione...who is that?" Harry asked with a hint of concern. Hermione's lips wre tight as she answered.
"My baby sister..." she whispered so quietly that Harry could barely hear her. But he did. Loud and clear, her word soaked through his ears and refused to leave. Of course, he didn't have a problem with it. It was just that Hermione hadn't even bothered to tell him.
"How old is she?" he said softly.
"11...11 months..." Harry's eyes were glazed. How come she had never told him or Ron?
"Why didn't you tell us Hermione? We care about you so obviously we would care about your sister," he explained. Hermione gave a watery smile and nodded.
"Your right. I should of told you. It was just that everytime I tried to, something always got in the way. I'm really sorry Harry-" her voice broke off. Harry took one of her hands and squeezed it tightly.
"Don't worry. It's perfectly alright," he insisted.
"Do you really want to spend the summer with a baby?" Hermione wanted to know.
All Harry could do was nod his head. The baby gave a whimper and Hermione unwrapped her blanket. She sat the baby up on the table.
"What's her name?" Harry said, just a bit too loud. Hermione shivered a bit before answering.
"Jazmine Ashley Granger. If you want, you can call her Jazz or Jazzy."
Jazzy was a mini-me of Hermione full-stop. Short brown curls the colour of dark Swiss chocolate, eyes that were large and full of delight and a beautiful smile, similar to Hermione's. The baby was wearing 3/4 demin jeans with pink lining and a white t-shirt that said in black writing 'I'll be nicer if you give me chocolate''. ((A/N: that's what I'm wearing now except my shirt is black and the writing white )) Her hair was pulled up into two high pig-tails sitting at the top of her head.
Hermione gave Jazmine a tiny chunk of her cucumber and kissed the top of her head. They soon finished eating.
"Here, I'll clean up," Harry insisted. Before Hermione could protest he walked with purpose over to the sink and rinsed the plates before putting them in the dishwasher.
"What do you want to do now?" Harry asked polietly. Hermione considered this.
"Would you like to take a look at the garden?" she elucidated. Harry agreed.
Hermione led him over to a small Conservatory with plants and a huge sliding door was There was also some patio furniture and small tables.
''Wicked!" Harry exclaimed as they walked into the huge, picture-perfect garden.
A huge underground pool with solar heating, with a hot tub constructed onto it sat near the tall fecnce. To the left was a bunch of trees that stretched for about half an acre. Situated on the highest of the trees was a wooden tree house with a wraparound deck. A swingset and a sandbox (obviously for Jazzy) was a few yards away. Flowers bloomed everywhere and the grass was heathly and soft.
Hermione sat the baby down on the grass. Jazzy was now wide awake and had plenty of energy. She crawled around, sniffing at all the flowers and then grabbing fistfuls of grass, throwing pieces up in the air surrounding her and chuckling her adorable baby laugh.
Harry sat down and Hermione joined him. For a moment they just watched the horizon but they were interrupted by someone who loved being center of attention.
"Lookie!" Jazzy cried, lying on her back with a flower in hand.
Hermione slowly inched her way closer to her sister. She wriggled on her front. Jazzy was so occupied in her flower that she didn't even notice it when Hermione simply said, "Boo".
Jazzy turned her head to Hermione and screamed and tried to get up but Hermione had her in her arms. Jazzy squealed her head off and Hermione laughed, watching her sister unsuccessfully tyring to prying her ams off her.
"No, no, no!" Jazzy giggled.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hermione copied the little girl.
Harry, meanwhile, was watching the duo in awe. Never before had he seen siblings bond so much.
Tired, Hermione let Jazzy go. Jazzy crawled over to Harry. He had never held a baby before so when he picked her up he was quite nervous. But little Jazzy snuggled close and that all changed. She was the most cutest little thing he'd ever seen.
"Do you want to go in the pool tomorrow?" Hermione wondered.
''I'd love that," he said shortly. Hermione frowned when she looked at Harry again. There was something different about him...
"HARRY, YOU HAVEN'T GOT GLASSES!" Hermione shouted, startling Harry and Jazzy, who squealed.
"I know that. I've got lenses," he pointed to his eyes to prove so.
"Why?"
Why? He wasn't going to tell her that he persuaded his Uncle to get lenses so that Hermione wouldn't find him ugly. To be frank, he hated his glasses. He never used to but now he felt dorky in them.
"Uncle Vernon said that it would be better for me," he lied. He hated to lie, especially to his friends.
"Ok." Hermione fell silent, questioning if his Uncle really did want to give Harry lenses. Upon seeing Jazzy shiver, Harry suggested that they should go back inside the house to warm up.
Back in the Kitchen, they were greeted by the presence of two adults. Hermione's parents.
"Hi, Mum. Hi Dad," Hermione said cheerfully and walked over to them. Mr. Granger kissed the top of his daughter's head and Mrs. Granger took Jazzy in her arms.
"Harry, I'd like you to meet my parents," Hermione pulled Harry over to the smiling couple.
Mrs. Granger was plump with light-brown curly hair and meaningful brown eyes. Her clothes showed that she was a fair and sincere woman: A black, ruffled, layered skirt to her kness and a simple white t-shirt.
"It's very nice to meet you Harry. Call me Katie," she introduced. Harry took her hand.
"Thank-you very much for letting me stay here Katie," he said polietly. Then he walked over to Mr. Granger. He was a tall man with shaggy brown hair and misty blue eyes. His facial expression showed that he was protective of his daughters, but showed that he could have fun at the same time.
"My name is Jackson. We're very happy to let you stay here with us,'' he said in a soft but gruff tone.
''Thank-you Mr. Granger. My-my name is Harry Potter," he stated, rather nervous. Jackson had to like him if he was going to be Hermione's boyfriend.
"Well, dinner will be ready very shortly," Katie said. Now Jackson had Jazzy in his arms. He played with her fingers and tickled her belly.
"How about I'll unpack my stuff?" Harry said to Hermione. She nodded and the two headed up the stairs to his room.
"I'm just gonna have a quick shower." Hermione hoped that he didn't see her flushed cheeks.
Harry's trunk sat in the middle of the large room. He started off with his clothes. He placed his textbooks on the desk neatly. His Firebolt was put away in the wardrobe. He laid his wand on his bedside table. He shoved the trunk under the bed and started on his rucksack.
A pile of gold was stored away in a secret compartment. A shard of mirror that Sirius had gave him also stayed in the bag as he didn't want Jazzy to cut herself if she found it. He felt around for anymore stuff.
A ragged photograph of Hermione and himself was produced. He looked at it lovingly.
Knock, Knock
Harry quickly stuffed the picture back into the bag. He stood up and answered the door.
A smiling Hermione held Jazzy in her arms. Harry couldn't get over how cute they looked. Hermione was wearing 3/4 silky hot-pink pajama pants that had monkeys with wings and arrows and hearts surrounding them. Her top was light-pink with a white rim with three monkeys dancing around on clouds. In curly white writing were the words: Shower me with Love. (( A/N: I have those PJ's. They are so adorable! ))
Hermione had dressed Jazzy in pink bootie pajamas with a white flower emboridering the left-hand breast pocket.
"I know it's too early to have a shower but I just didn''t want to waste time," she said before Harry could say anything. He let her into the room.
Hermione went over to sit on his bed after she had put Jazzy on the floor, who started to crawl around. Harry joined Hermione.
"I'm really sorry that I couldn't tell you about Jazzy,'' Hermione said softly.
"You've already told me he reason Hermione. I'm not angry at you or anything. Please don't feel sad." He took one of her hands and a shiver went up her spine. A good one. A shiver of bliss. The same thing was happening to him as she squeezed his hand back tightly.
"I think that dinner should be ready soon. Do you want to watch a bit Tv?" Hermione proclaimed. Harry nodded and picked up Jazzy who gasped in surprise as she had her back on them.
A beautiful smell wafted straight into their noses as they climbed down the spiral staircase. It reminded Harry of a familiar, cosy place. But it wasn't Hogwarts.
A walker for Jazzy was next to the coffee table. He placed her in it and she started top bounce around the room. He flopped on the lounge just a few centimeteres away from his secret love. She was switching through the channels at an amazing rate.
"What would you like to watch Harry?" Harry had never watched a lot of Tv before so he didn't know what sort of shows there were. He told Hermione this, who profusely aplogized over and over again. Finally, he settled on an American show called Desperate Housewives. The tittle sounded pretty funny so he thought the show was. But he was wrong. He yawned and blinked and rolled his eyes every 10 seconds. Hermione, on the other hand, loved it. Probably because she was a girl.
"Dinners ready," Katie's voice floated from the Kitchen.
After seating Jazzy in a wooden highchair, Hermione settled herself between her father and Harry. Katie came over laden with plates full of spaghetti. Jazzy clapped her hands as she looked down at her food. She picked up a strand and wiped the sauce all over her face.
"Don't tell me I have to give you another bath?" Hermione pretented to groan.
"Apparently so!" Harry exclaimed when Jazzy picked up her bowl and turned it upside-down on her small head, laughing as tiny chinks of meat rained down her face.
"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll clean her up," Katie promised her eldest daughter who sighed with relief as she slurped her juice.
"That was absolutely delicious Katie," Harry said attentively as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Hermione loved his rough-neck appearance.
"Thank-you Harry. I'm glad you liked it," Jackson winked at Harry.
"Oh-I thought Katie made it," Harry mumbled embarrassed. Jackson chuckled as he ruffled Harry's already-messy hair.
"I'll give my baby a bath and I'll clean up later," Katie announced to no one in particular.
"I might have a shower after," Harry said after Katie and Jazzy left the room.
"Sounds good. What do you want to do after that?"' Hermione wondered.
"I don't know. Whatever comes to mind I guess," he shrugged.
Jazzy was tired after Katie had given her a good scrub. She rubbed eyes as Katie brought her into Hermione's room.
"I think she'll go to sleep soon. I tried to put her in her cot but she refused." Katie kissed both her daughters and left the room.
"Well, you'll go to bed for me, won't you Pumkin? Huh? Yes you will. Wanna know why? 'Cause your the cutest little baby on Earth. That's why!" Hermione whispered in the most adorable voice you could imagine.
A knock at the door told her that Harry was out of the shower. Wondering what sort of PJ's Harry had, she opened the door. Her prayers had been answered as she gaped at his muscular six-pack and torso. He was wearing nothing (( A/N: I wish! )) but plain emerald-green boxers. HIs hair was still wet and his chest glistened as though he hadn't wiped the water off properly. He was a toal hunk!
"I see Jazzy's clean again," was the first thing he said.
"Yep. But not for long. She's always up to mischief," Hermione smiled. Upon seeing Jazzy yawn again, she decided to put her to sleep.
The pair walked down the hall, Jazzy resting on Hermione's shoulders. She twisted the clean bronze handle open to reveal Jazzy's room.
A baby-pink circular crib stood tall in the middle of the nice-sized room. Plenty of stuffed toys and plastic books lay scattered on the floor. The furniture was dark, polished and wooded. The room was complete with a light-coloured wooden rocking chair, crystal-clear curtains and a changing-table.
Hermione stole across the room silently and swiftly laid the bundle of joy in the cot. She covered her with a thin, baby-pink sheet and a fluffy blanket. She soothed her with calming words which helped to get the baby drowsy. Harry caught clippets of the words, such as: Mermaid, lilac, babys breath... Within minutes, Jazzy was out cold.
Harry and Hermione left the room, closing the door behind them and headed off to Hermione's room.
"Well, now I'm bored. Wanna play a game?" Hermione suggested.
For four hours straight, they played Exploding Snap. Harry had found some cards from the Chocolate Frogs deep in the bottom of his rucksack, so they also poured over them. A black stain was left in Hermione's carpet by the end of their fierce game but Harry muttered a spell to get rid of it. Going into their seventh year was a good thing, seeing as McGonagall had given them permission to use magic during the holidays.
By the time they had finished it was well past nine. They both wanted to get a good-night's sleep, ready for the following day.
"Sweet dreams Hermione," Harry's voice swept over her ears as he hugged her. A shiver swished down her spine once again as that happened.
"I always do. But only if you do too!" she teased. Harry pretended to look annoyed.
"Well, it isn't like I can control my dreams!" he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Hermione giggled. Then, without warning, she stood on the edge of her tippy-toes and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Harry had to stop himself from screaming with delight. He kissed her forehead and the same thing happened to her. For a moment, they just stood there in a firm embrace but Harry interrupted it with much reluctance. Hermione's parents had already said good night to them so they didn't bother to go downstairs.
Hermione walked over to her balcony to get some fresh air. It helped to clear her mind. The breeze ruffled her hair and she closed her eyes, relaxed.
Harry was a man sent down from Heaven. He was perfect in every way. How could she express her feelings towards him? But what if he didn't like her? That would be an issue.
She decided to worry about that in the morning. She was tired and wanted to snug up in her bed. She closed the balcony doors and drew the curtains in front of them. She threw her pillows on the floor as she hopped in. Thoughts of her Prince next door eased her into a peaceful sleep...
A/N: Did you like it? What do you think should happen next? I'd love to hear your opinions in your reviews. Please review coz I love to hear what you have to say! Isn't Jazzy cute? Well, I think so.
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P.S. I've decided that if you decide to tell me what you think should happen next, then I will put it in the story with a little note saying who suggested it. Thank-you and, once again, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!