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Chapter Ten

Hermione frowned as she looked through her trunk. She thought that maybe her book had been hidden in there, and she just missed it the first few times that she'd checked. She sighed, sitting on her arse in front of her trunk. Her notebook had been missing for a month now. A whole month.

Every day Hermione searched for it, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She told Molly that she was cleaning the Burrow as a thanks for letting for her live there, but it was really so she could search for her book. Ginny helped too for a few days, but stopped soon after. 'Hermione, just get a new notebook. I'm sorry that you've lost this one, but it's nowhere to be found. You need to move on.'

Hermione shook her head. She couldn't just move on knowing what was in her notebook. She loathed to think that someone was off reading her private smutty writings.

"Hermione!" Bill's voice carried up the stairs. "You've got a letter!"

"A letter?" she shouted.

"Yes, now get your arse down here!" Bill shouted in reply.

Hermione laughed as she stood. Rubbing the palms of her hands on her jeans, she hurried down the stairs. She kissed Bill in greeting before taking the letter out of her hand. She looked at it and her eyes widened in surprise. "It was mailed the Muggle way?"

Bill nodded. "Dad went to the Muggle village not too far from here and apparently he overhead a worker talking about the letter, but when he went to that address, nothing was there."

She stared at the letter, her heart thumping nervously in her chest. She looked at Bill, worry in her eyes. "Do you think it's from them?"

"I do," Bill said. "Go on and open it. I'm right here if you need me."

Hermione appreciatively smiled at Bill before opening the letter. He was right; it was from her parents. Her eyes quickly scanned the contents.

"What does it say?" Bill asked.

"That they're leaving for a dentistry convention tomorrow, but that they would like me to come over so we could celebrate my birthday." She frowned. "That's a bit last minute."

"Yeah, but we don't know how long it's been sitting at the post office," Bill said, shrugging. "Do you want to go?"'

Hermione thought it over quickly. While she was still hurt by her parents' actions, she did want to see them. Maybe they had enough time to think it all over? Maybe this was their way of trying to make amends? "I think so," she answered after a few moments. She peered up at him. "Would you and Charlie mind coming?"

"I don't," Bill said, grinning. "I'm sure Charlie won't either. Let me go and ask him while you get ready."

"All right," Hermione said. She went to walk past him, but Bill grasped her around the waist and pulled her close.

"No goodbye kiss?" he asked, his blue eyes staring into hers. His entire body was pressed against hers. "Well?"

"I'm going to see you again in a few minutes," Hermione replied shakily. His familiar scent surrounded her, almost making her go weak in the knees.

"So?"

She flushed. "I thought that since I was only going to be away from you a few moments, we didn't need to say goodbye." When she saw him smirk, her blush deepened. "Or were you just looking for an excuse to kiss?"

"I don't need an excuse to kiss my witch," he said, his voice low and seductive. His lips descended onto hers and he kissed her slowly and softly, teasing her. She slid her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. The kiss was full of passion, and they each took their time with the kiss.

A shout of disgust interrupted them both.

Hermione pulled away from Bill, her hands sliding from his neck to his hands. She held them tightly as they turned to see who had interrupted them. "Ron," she sighed, seeing his horrified expression.

"Why are you two snogging in the kitchen?" he demanded, looking back and forth between the two. "That's not something the rest of us want to see!"

"Oh, relax, Ronald," Hermione sighed, shaking her head. "I had to put up with months of you sloppily snogging Lavender everywhere you went, so you don't get to lecture me on kissing." She pointed her finger at him and narrowed her eyes. Part of her was teasing, but part of her wasn't.

Ron turned bright red. "Er, right, let's not ever talk about that again." He turned and walked from the kitchen, mumbling something under his breath.

"Go find Charlie and ask him," Hermione said, reaching up and brushing her lips against Bill's cheek. "I'll be right back," she promised.

Hermione zipped up the stairs and freshened up quickly. After making sure she looked presentable, she hurried down the stairs and saw both Bill and Charlie waiting for her. Her stomach did a small flip when she saw the two of them standing together.

"Hi," she greeted Charlie, leaning up to kiss him. Her lips lightly brushed against his, then lingered there for a moment. She could feel his breath on her face as her heart pounded nervously.

Bill coughed, causing the two to step apart. "We should get going. We don't want to arrive too late."

"Right," Hermione said, her heart still racing. She didn't know what it was, but the two of them always made her feel weak in the knees. Just a heated look from them both left her a simpering mess of hormones. They hadn't done much besides kissing since the night they gave her the ring, and Hermione was aching for more. Maybe tonight I can convince them for a little more, she thought to herself.

The three made their way to the Apparition point. Once there, they all Apparated themselves to Hermione's parents' home.

Hermione stared at the door, afraid to knock.

"You can do it, love," Charlie said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't be nervous."

"We're right here," Bill said. "Besides, they might be perfectly friendly this time 'round." He grinned at her. "Only one way to find out."

Hermione took a deep breath. She knew that Bill was right. There was only one way to find out, and she needed to know. Would her parents accept her or not?

She raised her hand and knocked on the door. She quickly smoothed out the front of her jumper nervously. Raising her hand, she tucked a few curls behind her ear.

The door opened and revealed Jane. "Hermione!" she cried, throwing her arms around her daughter. She hugged her tightly, sobs wracking her body. "Hermione, sweetheart, we're so sorry." She hugged her even tighter. "Please, please forgive us, sweetheart. We're sorry," she repeated.

"Mum," Hermione said, pulling at her mother's arms. "Can't breathe!" she squeaked out.

"Um, Mrs. Granger," Bill said nervously. "I think you're suffocating Hermione."

Jane pulled away. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she had been crying for quite some time. "Boys!" she exclaimed when she saw them. She quickly pulled Bill into a tight hug. "Thank you so much." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling Charlie in for a hug and kiss as well.

Hermione watched in shock. She had not expected her mother to be so… emotional.

"If it wasn't for the two of you, Harold and I would have been so misinformed," Jane sobbed. "Thank you both. Thank you." She hugged both of them once more. "Please, come in." She stepped aside and gestured them in.

Hermione stepped over the threshold, feeling tears well in her eyes. She froze when she saw her father standing in the hallway. "Dad?" she asked quietly, almost afraid of his reaction. Please, please, please.

"Hermione," he whispered her name.

"Dad!" she cried, tears streaming down her face as she ran to him. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Dad."

"Sweetheart, we're so sorry," Harold said, tightening his grip on her. "We should have listened. We should have trusted you."

"Dad," she repeated, feeling as though she was unable to say anything else.

"Those wizards of yours… They came here and forced us to see the truth. Hermione, I feel so stupid. I should have trusted what you said when you explained why you erased our memories. I should have listened to you when you said that being a witch was just who you were. I'm so sorry, Hermione." He pulled away from her and stared into his daughter's tear-filled eyes. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"Of course, Daddy!" Hermione exclaimed, hugging him once more. "I've missed you both so much."

"We've missed you," he replied, finally stepping away from her. "Hermione, truly, I am so sorry. The things I said and how I acted… I'm disgusted with myself." He looked away from her, shame filling his features.

"Mum, Dad, all that matters is that we're together," Hermione said, reaching up to brush away her tears. "Knowing that you still love and accept me is all I ever wanted."

"Of course we still love you, sweetheart," Jane said, still crying. "We're sorry that we made you feel otherwise."

"And we do accept you," Harold said firmly. "I still may not understand it all, but I'm willing to learn." He smiled, nodding to both Bill and Charlie. "And it seems you have two very caring fiancés that are willing to explain your world to their old future father-in-law."

"Of course," Bill said.

"We'd be happy to," Charlie added.

"Oh, we have cake!" Jane explained. "Come, let's go to the dining area."

"You made me a cake?" Hermione asked, her heart feeling as though it would burst.

"Of course, sweetie," Jane replied. "I made it a few days ago as I thought that's when you'd be here, but it'll still be good." She brought the cake over. "I was afraid that you weren't going to come."

"I only got the letter this morning," Hermione said. "Muggle mail can't reach the Burrow. Mr. Weasley just happened to overhear someone speaking about that address but there not being a house there to deliver the letter to."

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't know," Jane apologised. "How shall we reach you?"

"I could look into getting you an owl," Hermione suggested. "That is, if you're both interested in communicating regularly."

"We are," Harold said firmly. "When we return from the convention, we'll get an owl."

Hermione smiled at them both. "It's just so nice to see you both without having to worry."

"We are sorry for that," Jane replied.

"Truly, Hermione," Harold said, frowning. "It was a mistake – one that we are willing to rectify."

Hermione felt the happiest she had felt in a long while. It seemed as if everything was mended with her parents, and with her falling in love with Bill and Charlie, she was whole again.

The realisation slammed into her. She stared at her wizards, who were each seated on one side of her, and realised that she loved them both. She didn't think it would be possible, but it was. She loved Bill, and she loved Charlie. Her two wizards.

"Hermione?" Charlie asked, concern in his voice. She looked at him and saw he appeared worried.

"I'm fine," she answered quickly. "I just… realised something is all. Sorry." She smiled assuredly at him.

"Happy birthday, Hermione," Jane said, sliding her a piece of cake. She distributed a piece to everyone. "Here you all are. Enjoy!"

Hermione bit into the chocolate cake and happily sighed. It tasted a bit stale, but it was still perfect because her mother had made it just for her.

"I can't believe you're already turning nineteen," Harold said. "Where did my little girl go?"

"She grew up," Hermione responded sadly. She poked at her cake, feeling so old yet so young at the same time.

"Boys, why don't you tell us about yourselves? We need to get to know you better," Jane suggested, breaking the silence.

"I'm Bill, as you both know. I'll be 28 in November. I work as a Curse Breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank."

"Is that where the scar on your face came from?" Harold asked. Both Jane and Hermione gave him a scolding look. "What? I just wanted to know. I'm sorry, Bill, I didn't meant to offend."

"You didn't," Bill assured him. "During one of the battles I told you about, I was severely injured by a werewolf."

"Does that make you one?" Jane asked, a fearful look in her eye.

"No, it wasn't a full moon when it happened," Bill explained. "I don't turn, but I did develop some wolfish tendencies. I like very rare steaks, and I have a heightened sense of smell and sight."

Jane looked thoughtful for a moment. "Wait a moment. Hermione, didn't you say Bill married a… nymph? Or something like that."

Hermione flushed. "Er, yes, Fleur was a veela."

"We got divorced right after the war. Fleur and I married, as our situation was very do or die. We both knew that the likelihood of one of us dying was great, so we wanted to marry and spend our time together. Once the war ended, however, we realised that it was poor decision made in haste. We split amicably as friends." Bill looked to Hermione and took her hand. "Hermione is the only witch that I have eyes for. She is the one who owns my heart."

Hermione felt as if she would melt into a puddle of mush. Hearing him say that erased any doubts that she had over his feelings towards her. "Bill," she whispered lovingly.

"Now, Charlie, tell us about you," Harold said, eyeing the younger brother.

"Well, I'm Charlie, short for Charles. My birthday is in December, and I'll be turning 26 then. I'm the second oldest Weasley. I work at a dragon reserve in Romania, but returned home due to the war. I had originally planned on returning, but obviously I won't be." He paused, smiling at Hermione. "I haven't had a chance to tell you yet, but I've accepted a position at the Scottish Longhorn Dragon Reservation. I'll be able to stay here with you."

Hermione's heart thumped in her chest. She had been meaning to ask Charlie what he planned on doing, but hadn't had a chance to do so. "Charlie," she whispered, beaming. "That's wonderful news!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so happy to hear that."

"Well, I couldn't very well leave you all alone with Bill," Charlie teased. "Besides, I know it'll help Mum with things."

"What about you, Hermione?" Harold asked. "Have you decided what you'll be doing?"

"No," Hermione responded, her cheeks turning red. "I've got a few thoughts, but nothing's quite jumped out at me yet."

"You're still young," Jane consoled her. "You've got time to get it all sorted."

"I know," Hermione said, nodding. "I just… I'm not sure." She bit her lower lip. "I think that now that we're on speaking terms, I'll be able to start planning my wedding."

"You haven't started?" Jane asked, surprised.

"No," Hermione replied. "It didn't seem right doing it without you. Besides, I don't really care for all those little details."

"Well, we better get started then!" Jane said, standing. "I've got a few books on wedding planning that you can read."

"Mum, we don't have to start right now," Hermione said, frowning. She cringed when her mother shook her head.

"Nonsense, you've already wasted too much time. Boys, go in the back and have a drink. Hermione and I have a wedding to plan."