The Cook Book
An owl swooped in the open window and landed in front of Ron, holding out it's scaly leg. Ron removed the letter and flattened it out to read the scribble hand writing.
"This is a letter for Hermione, Ron, so quit reading it-" Ron smiled at his mother's letter, but did as he was told by refolding it.
"Hermione!" He bellowed through the house. Hermione appeared at the top of the stairs, a sudden blur of brown hair.
"Yes?" she asked.
"There's a letter for you." he said, producing the letter and holding it out so she could look at it.
"Thanks, Ron. Accio letter!" Hermione called and the piece of paper flew out of Ron's hand and into hers. She gave Ron a little wave before returning to the room where she was still unpacking from the move. She reopened the letter and read.
"This is a letter for Hermione Ron, so quit reading it." Hermione laughed, and shook her head. Then, she continued. "Now, I'm assuming Ron has given the letter to you, Hermione, so I'll get on with it. I know you are getting married in a few days (Goodness, it feels good to say that after the months and months of planning.) but, I want you to come by The Burrow. You should know that the owl will keep pecking who ever received the letter until you do." Hermione looked up and listened for a moment. She giggled when she heard an "Oww, you stupid bird! Quit it! Oww!" Then she returned to the letter.
"So, assuming once again, that your husband-to-be opened it, unless you want him pecked to near death a few days before your wedding, I suggest you come over here. Love and kisses, your soon-to-be Mother-in-Law."
Hermione placed the letter on her bedside table, and grabbed her coat and her wand. She slipped on the coat and then shoved her wand into it's pocket. When she walked down the stairs, she saw Ron using a chair to protect against the determined owl. Noticing Hermione, Ron leaped after her.
"It's trying to kill me!" He cried, referring to the quickly advancing owl.
"All right, I'm coming." She said to it, and the owl hooted in response before flying back out the window. Hermione looked back at Ron and saw several small cuts on his arms and face and a few bites out of his fingers. Hermione waved her wand and watched them heal before walking towards the door. Ron followed.
"Where are you going?" He asked. Hermione gave him a quick peck on the lips before answering.
"The Burrow. Your mum wants me." she said.
"My mum sent you that letter and that devil bird?" he asked, perplexed. Hermione nodded and smiled at him before disapperating to the Burrow.
Mrs. Weasley came bustling out of the home when she heard Hermione's crack.
"Hermione! Thanks goodness you came," She said, pulling Hermione into a hug and then leading her into the house. "Come in, Come in. I've got something for you."
The ginger woman scurried into the sitting room and returned, levitating a overly huge book. She slammed it on the table. It made a loud snap and a flurry of dust burst from it.
Hermione leaned closer to read the title. She ran her fingers over the book, removing the dust.
"It's your wedding gift. I couldn't wait any longer to give it to you," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at the old book lovingly. "It's my prised possession."
She creaked open the cover and Hermione saw colorful pictures and complicated measurements.
"My cook book. Filled with every thing I've ever made. I'm going to pass it onto you. I've memorized everything in here and Ron can't cook for the life of him. I want my grandchildren I'm going to get one day to be big and strong." She smiled, holding onto Hermione shoulders and glancing into her eyes before gingerly turning more pages in the book. Hermione saw recipes for Mrs. Weasley's carrot cake, her Shepard's pie, her green bean casserole, and many more.
Hermione was speechless with tears in her eyes.
"What about Ginny?" she stuttered.
"Ginny knows some of these. When the boys were at Hogwarts and she was by herself, she would help me cook. And I hear Harry's a pretty descent cook." Mrs. Weasley said, smiling at Hermione again.
"Thank you." Was all Hermione could say, tears running down her smiling cheeks. Everyone knew Hermione was a bookworm, and everyone had always gotten her books as gifts, but out of every gift, no body had ever given her a cook book.
This story popped into my head and I had to write it. Thanks so much for the reviews!
Applemysteries: I felt little Hugo was left out a bit, so thanks for noticing my attempt for putting him back in. :)
Youknowme: I like your review a lot. It's very humorous. I think you would be a good writer, even at the age 10. I'm 13. But, thanks for your input. I'm glad you mentioned about the spelling errors. It will remind me to keep a look out for them. :)