Hermione and Old Times
By infinitykat
Note: Woo hoo! Got through the first two chapters! Oh ya babee. It feels like years since I've written, here's the third installment. I'm starting to put a bunch of perspectives on this, so watch out. Go see the movie, it's tight! Thanks to the reviewers, you guys rule. On with the story!
…Dearest Hermione,
SURPRISE! So how have you been, I've been great. It seems that I'm getting more family by the minute! So I guess Fin gave this to you. Isn't he adorable? Well, maybe not that adorable.
Thomas and I want to check up on Fin, and I want to see you again. I believe we have some unfinished business. We can go to Hogsmead and get drunk on butterbeer like old times!
Well, send word by owl. Fin's owl Heathcliff should know where we are.
With Love,
Harry
Hermione laughed and set down the letter. He wants to see me again! She thought happily. She grabbed another piece of parchment and began to write.
Dear Harry,
I'd love to! I miss you so much. I'm sure you can come see Fin, but he can't go to Hogsmeade. It'll be just you and me, okay? Do be sure to come on a weekend, I can't skip classes.
Love,
Hermione
Hermione quickly shoved the letter into an envelope and scribbled Harry's name on it. She hurried into the common room, absently thinking about what she would say to him. As she approached the fireplace area, she did a double take.
There sat the memoir of Hermione's Hogwarts years. A girl with fizzy brown hair sat with her nose in a book. On the floor were two boys, one with wild dark hair and the other with flaming red hair, playing a game of wizard's chess. It was eerie how much they resembled her, Harry, and Ron. She shook it off and approached the trio.
"Mr. Potter?" she called. Fin looked up at her and scrambled to his feet, shooting a nervous glance at Ben.
"Yes, Professor?" he asked timidly.
"Have your owl send this to your uncle, please," she said, handing him the letter. He glanced at Ben again. Hermione scoffed.
"Oh boys, don't be so nervous. When I was your age, there was no reason to be afraid of the teachers. …Well, maybe except for Snape, but I am definitely not as scary as Snape. And he's a bloody...and you know, it wasn't really him…and I think meeting a Mountain troll would be.." By then, Ben and Fin were staring blankly at her.
"…Well, good night." With that, she walked off to her office.
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Emma snapped her book closed and let out an exasperated sighed.
"Really, why are you so timid around her?" she asked. Fin and Ben whipped around, acting like they'd forgotten she was there. After a moment, Fin answered.
"Well, Uncle Harry talks about her all the time and some of things he says kinda get me afraid. Did you know she risked her life to save him and kill Voldemort?" replied Fin. She flinched at that name, but shook it off.
"…I guess that's a reasonable explanation, but," her eyes flashed, "Why are you so afraid, Ben? I think that to you she should just be a normal person. You know she's only 19. There is no reason to be afraid, for wizard's sake."
"Uh…" he stupidly mumbled, "No reason. Just going along with the crowd." He yawned and quickly said, "Well, I'm beat. Coming, Fin?"
"Sure. Just a moment," he replied. Ben shrugged and trudged up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. After Ben was out of sight, Fin whispered, "The truth is, I think he fancies her." Emma giggled. Fin gave her a funny grin before leaving the common room.
Emma sighed. She was glad that someone was friends with her. Her parents never let her have a pet and everyone thought she was a know-it-all at her elementary.
She liked Fin. A lot. And it wasn't just because he was related to Harry Potter.
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Hermione felt the week go by in slow motion. Never had she had so much anticipation to see someone. They had exchanged a few more letters and decided that they'd meet that weekend. Even her transfiguration class bored her. Never had a class bored her, especially one she was teaching. Nothing really fazed her, just the thought of seeing Harry made nothing else matter.
It was Friday. You can guess what was going through her head.
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"She's a nightmare!" Ben complained, continuing in a high-pitched voice, "No! It's rats tails before fairy's dust!" He sighed. "No wonder she hasn't got any other friends."
Fin agreed, but he didn't sound so sure.
…to be continued.
Post note: sorry, short and not very filled, I know. But, hey. The next one will be jammed packed so don't change that channel. R&R s'il vous plait!
