Chapter 11: Love Song
Hermione walked into the Granger Estate with a heart full of happiness. Following her, Harry's heart yearned for her. They defiantly were made for each other. They completed each other. They fulfilled every single need that the other had. They were perfect.
But Hermione's heart dropped as she heard loud sobs coming from the kitchen. She sped up her pace and walked swiftly past the kitchen door to see her middle-aged mother weeping on the kitchen stool, a tissue in both of her hands.
Hermione softly bit her bottom lip and walked over to her. She placed a hand on her shoulder and gently rubbed it back in forth in a comforting pattern. A single tear sliding down her own cheek.
Harry stood by the kitchen door. Silently watching the heart breaking scene before his eyes. He felt hexing Mr. Granger to hell; hurting the two women he cared most about. Aside from Ginny and Mrs. Weasley of course. He wanted to do something to cheer them up. But he had nothing.
"Mum, it'll be okay." Hermione said as two more tears rolled down her cheeks.
"No it w-won't, my husband has l-left me and I'm a f-failure to everyone!" Mrs. Granger snapped , through her tears.
"No you're not! You're not a failure to anyone! If anyone is a failure here it's dad. Honestly mum, it's going to fine." She replied back to her hurting mother. Trying not to sound as upset as she really was.
"Mrs. Granger." Harry boldly, yet nervously spoke. Both the ladies looked over at his through their tears and sadness shone in his direction. It was a hard scene to talk to, but he had to say something. Anything.
"Hermione's right. If anyone is a failure it's Mr. Granger, not you. You're the sweetest and funniest person I have ever met. He's the stupid one for letting such a perfect young lady go. In fact, I bet he's already missing you." Harry said, a small and comforting smile on his face.
Mrs. Granger's spirits seemed to rise like a bird flying off into the morning. I always knew you were a keeper." She smiled at Harry. Hermione's eyes brightly showed how much she loved him at that moment. He had done something right and he knew it, and so his smile showed it.
"He's right mum. Theirs more to life then just to live. Because when someone you love breaks you're heart, don't give up on love. Have faith and everything will work out. Today has been tough but we have to just look to tomorrow. People change and promises are broken. Just, don't forget about what's important. This has been no walk in the park, but open up your eyes and see that you're not the loser here." Hermione said, walking closer to Harry, but still within reaching distance of her mother.
"Mrs. Granger, I'm sorry for what's happened. And I was wondering if you'd like to go to Florida with me and Hermione." Harry proposed.
Hermione looked thrilled at the idea. She had previously told Harry that she wanted to go to America. And better yet, Florida.
"That's brilliant!" She exclaimed running over and hugging Harry. Her arms wrapped around his neck. They both were smiling like idiots.
"Well, that sounds nice but I'd be a bother, and it be easier to just stay here." Mrs. Granger replied. She needed some time to be alone anyways.
"Are you sure, mum?" Hermione asked. It would be nicer to be alone in Florida with Harry, but they couldn't just pack up and leave her by herself in her time of need. Could they?
"Oh I'm quiet sure deary. Besides, I can't bring home any dates with you two here now can I?" She replied with a broad smile.
They all laughed, and Hermione gently squeezed Harry's hand. She was so thankful to have him. He once again, saved the day. And he looked absolutely adorable today.
"Hermione." Harry whispered into her ear as Mrs. Granger stood up and walked over to the garbage can and dropped her tissues into it.
"Hmm?" She whispered back.
"Shall we leave for Florida today, or tomorrow?" He giggled, and she soon giggled along with him.
Mrs. Granger thought it best not to interrupt their little giggle fit, and instead began to prep the kitchen for dinner. Tonight they'd have something special. In honor of Harry's last night in the house.
"Do need any help with anything Mrs. Granger?" Harry asked politely.
Mrs. Granger smiled, "No, but thank you Harry."
Harry smiled politely back and nodded.
"But Hermione, I could use you for a moment." She made a gesture for her to come closer. "Harry, I suppose you should be fetching your items from that Ministry place." She added, and with that Harry quickly exited the kitchen. He had completely forgotten all about his things.
"Yes Mum?" Hermione asked while looking over at the knifes and vegetables that were lying on the counter. She probably wanted her to chop onions again.
She always had to chop the onions because Mrs. Granger told her that it would make her tougher and less wimpy. She had told that to Hermione when she was 4 and she had believed it ever sense.
After checking to make sure they were alone by looking all around and behind her, Mrs. Granger leaned close to her daughter.
"I bought some ear plugs at the market." She whispered while raising her eyebrows and smiling.
"Mum!" Hermione said in amusement, her mouth hanging open. "You always were a strange one weren't you." She added while picking up an onion and a knife and beginning to chop it up, the fumes didn't even sting her eyes. Which was a good thing, because there had been too many tears today.
"Don't you go getting sarcastic and smart with me." She replied in a happy and cheerful voice.
After a few moments of silence and bonding, Mrs. Granger gave a small wink to Hermione just as Harry strolled into the room. "Florida." Mrs. Granger mouthed to her. She smiled and set down the knife and chopped onions. I love my mother. Hermione thought.
"Ready to go?" Harry asked the room cheerfully. Hermione confusedly turned to look at him.
"Go where?" She asked.
"Florida." He smiled.
"Now? Honestly Harry haven't we had a bit too much fun today." She sarcastically replied.
"Come on, Mione. The day's still young. We can Apparate straight to the hotel were staying at." Harry replied.
"You already have a hotel room booked?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, you see while I was picking up my stuff from the ministry, the Minister himself came over to see why I wasn't going on the Auror training program trip. I told him that I was going to Florida with the love of my life…" Harry paused to show off a bright smile. "… and just this morning he had received two free tickets to this hotel in Miami, Florida that's hosting a seafood cook-off competition. He offered the tickets and I accepted without any hesitation."
"Oh, Harry that's wonderful." She exclaimed as she gave him a big hug.
"And we can leave as soon as you get packed." He said in sing song voice.
"Okay, it'll only take me a minute. Are you sure you wouldn't like to go mum?" Hermione said before walking out of the kitchen.
"Quiet sure." She replied, "Go have fun."
Hermione nodded and sprinted up to her room. She couldn't wait to be alone with Harry in Florida. On a sunny beach, with no one recognizing them. It was going to be fabulous.
She quickly packed up her clothes, and a few good books. Then after looking around the room twice, he decided she was ready to go. She sighed and headed down stairs.
"Ready?" Harry sweetly asked while planting a small peck on her cheek that left a burning sensation behind.
"Yes, I am ready to be alone with you…in Florida…in a quiet hotel room…with us sharing a bed every night." She teased, her words made Harry's stomach weak and his desire strong.
She walked out the door, dragging her trunk behind her. Harry followed, dragging his trunk behind himself. They stopped by the road and with a flick of Harry's wand, both the trunks were at the hotel.
"It's a muggle hotel, so we need to act normal." He informed as he held onto her tightly. Soon they began spinning around and around. Hermione hated apparating to places but when Harry was holding her she felt safe.
The out form of a hotel lobby surrounded them. Harry let go of her and they stood in the middle of a large hotel lobby that contained at least 50 people at that moment. The walls were gold and the floor was marble. A different, yet luxurious combination.
"Let's check in then we can go find out room, and possibly test out the bed." Harry smiled, his eyebrows raised suggestively.
They walked over to the front desk. They waited in a line that had three people in front of them. Talking to the girl named, Dominique, that sat behind the desk was a tall blond lady that was very tan and around her late 40's.
Behind her was an even more blond girl that had to be around 18. She was a pretty girl, tanned and slightly muscular. She was the shortest person in line though.
But beside her, holding her hand, was a man that wore a Hawaiian themed shirt and short cargo shorts that made is large beer belly stick out from behind his shirt. He had gray hair and was severely balding. He had a sun burn and was some where around his late 40's or early 50's.
Harry and Hermione stood behind these people and waited. They held each others hands and played with each others fingers for a while. But when Hermione's attention found the man in front of her, she looked like she had just scene a vampire eating a werewolf.
The man was leaning down and kissing the MUCH younger girl on the lips. It was a disturbing sight for Harry. He found it quiet disgusting. But when he looked over at Hermione he was confused. She looked deathly pale. I mean, was this that bad of a sight?
"Are you okay?" He whispered into her ear.
She shook her head no.
"Mione, it's not that weird. I mean, love is…well love I suppose." He said trying to pry his own eyes away from the scene.
"Harry" She said in a small, quiet, and dumbfounded voice before taking three steps back. "That's my father."
