Background:
Hermione/Harry
Seventh Year
Summary: Hermione has grown up with her real family, the Notts, was sorted into Slytherin with her twin brother Theo, just like the rest of her family. When she falls in love with Harry Potter, her parents and grandparents are disappointed. She knows that if she can convince her grandpa, who doesn't speak much English, to give her a chance, then the rest of her family will be more respective to the idea of her being with Harry. Voldemort never existed.
Quote is from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
Hermione looked out of her bedroom window at her grandparents, who were sitting in the rose garden, and her parents, who were walking up to them. She watched her mom and grandmother start speaking in rapid Greek and her dad attempting to speak Greek to her grandfather, who smiled at the effort. Hermione looked over at her door as Theo walked in.
"Hey, sis." Theo greeted, sitting down on her bed.
"I really don't want to see you right now." Hermione responded, walking over to her desk and picking up her quill. She had been trying to figure out what to tell Harry for two hours now and still hadn't thought of anything. She had told him of her parents reaction and he asked her if she was willing to sacrifice her happiness to make her parents happy. She didn't want to make her parents upset, but if she gave Harry up, then she would end up in a loveless marriage. She walked back to the window and watched her parents and grandparents, two couples still madly in love. That was what she wanted.
"Is this about Potter?" Theo asked bluntly. He immediately regretted saying that when she whirled around, face red and eyes narrowed.
"Yes, this is about Harry. Damn it, Theo. You know how happy he makes me. You could have tried to convince them, you could have helped me!"
"You should have helped yourself by shutting up! Maybe if you weren't so stubborn, then you would have gotten told to just end it, instead of being forbidden to see him!"
"You were shutting up enough for the both of us, Theo!" Hermione turned toward the window again, hoping her brother would get the hint and leave. Instead, he got up and walked over to stand next to her.
"Look, Mia, it's best to just end it. You're only hurting yourself more by dragging it on. Just, end it, get over him, and marry Draco like mom and dad have wanted since we were born." Theo's tone was much softer this time. He knew how much she was hurting, and he hated seeing it, but he needed her to see reason before she did something stupid, like running away with Potter.
"But that's just it! Look how happy they are! Look how in love they are!" Hermione gestured out the window to their parents and grandparents, "That's what I want. I want my one great love and I truly think that mine is Harry. If mom and grandmother got their chances, why can't I? Before you say it, there's no way in hell that Malfoy is the greatest love of my life. He's a pig and cheats on all of his girlfriends, there's no way that he would stay loyal to his wife and I refuse to be the wife that Pureblood society would expect, the kind of wife that sits by while her husband has an affair."
"God, you're so stubborn, Mia! Then don't marry Malfoy. You're the most eligible Pureblood witch! You could marry Blaise, he's crazy about you and would never stray. You would have full control over him. If you haven't noticed, you already do."
"That's it!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes bright. She took one more look out the window at her grandfather and realized what many people never did and she knew she could use this to her advantage.
"You're going to dump Potter for Blaise? Great! Let's go tell mom and dad!" Theo exclaimed, shocked that he won.
"No! I'm stubborn!"
With that said, Hermione tore out of the room and down to the garden, Theo close behind her. As she reached her parents and grandparents, they all turned their attention to her, Theo showing up a minute later. She smirked to herself, she always was the more athletic of the two. Hermione walked over to her grandfather and sat down next to him, taking his hand. She had her whole family's attention but she really just needed her grandfather's. When she saw his clear blue eyes on her, she knew she had his undivided attention.
"Papou, I need to say something to you. You can pretend that you don't understand me, but I know you do. People have always said to me that I take after Yia Yai, that I have her face and her smile, but what no one ever sees is that there's this whole other part of me that is just like you: quiet, ans-and stubborn, and afraid of showing too much…and then I met someone who changed everything and he showed me that I can take a chance, even when it's only for a moment." Hermione looked her grandfather in the eye while she talked and saw that she was getting through to him.
"Hermione!" her parents, brother, and grandmother exclaimed.
"Shh!" her grandfather proceeded to say something in Greek to them and she saw her mom and grandmother smile softly. When his attention was back on her, she continued.
"You had that moment once, when you met Yia Yia, and you risked everything for it. That was your chance, Papou, and I'm asking now to have mine."
Hermione held her breath as her grandfather stared at her. After a minute, she got her response.
"Go." He smiled at his granddaughter and Hermione grinned back, hugging him tightly before running to the fireplace and flooing to Potter Manor.
"Mione?" Harry questioned, looking up from the book he was reading, worry overtaking his previously relaxed features. "What are you doing here? Is everything alright?"
Hermione smiled brightly, before throwing her arms around him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, inhaling her scent.
"I talked to my Papou. I pointed out how alike we are and he gave me the chance I asked for. I love you, Harry James Potter, and I wasn't about to give you up without a fight."
Hermione kissed him passionately and they became engrossed in each other until the sound of a throat clearing broke them apart. Standing in the room entrance was Lily Potter.
"Hello, Hermione. I take it you talked to your family." Lily asked, walking into the room.
"Yes, ma'am." Hermione responded, smiling, "I did. I wasn't giving up without a fight."
"Good for you, dear. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Thank would be lovely, Mrs. Potter."
Hermione smiled as Lily insisted that Hermione call her Lily and watched as Lily left the room. Harry took her hand and led her up to his room.
"I love you, too, Hermione Lena Nott." Harry whispered, kissing her again.