title: it's been a while
rating: PG
keywords: H/HR G?d R/O
category: romance, angst
summary: there is trouble in the wizarding world when no one has talked to harry in almost ten years.
disclaimer: they belong to jk rowling.
a/n: it being so short lets me post at least once a day. check back often. REVIEW
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The rain came at first in small drops that hit the windshield of Hermione's car one at a time. They splattered and ran down and out of her vision, making a small trail of liquid as they did so. It wasn't long after that the rain came a little harder and the drops began to get larger, impairing Hermione's vision of the London roads even more so than before.
A car darted out in front of Hermione and she came to a screeching hault just before ramming into the other vehicle. The driver waved their hand at her and drove off. Hermione's heartbeat slowed down a little and she began to drive again, slower this time.
She pulled her car to a stop beside the curb of a large apartment building across the street from a sidewalk cafe. She looked over to see that there was no one outside as the rain went from a good shower to a straight downpour.
"Great," she muttered as she reached back in the backseat to get an umbrella. She felt around and then turned to see that she hadn't brought one. It was probably still in the apartment sitting by the door where she normally left it.
With a heavy sigh she reached in her purse and took out her wand, muttering a spell to protect her from the rain. She opened her car door and was happy to see that at least the spell had worked.
She ran quickly to the door and stuck her key in the lock, opening the door and walking inside, muttering 'finite incantatem'. She walked over to the apartment door with the number 24 on it and she unlocked that one, walking inside. Just as she had said it would be, the umbrella was next to the door. In fact, it fell in her path and she tripped on it, falling on the floor hard.
"Damnit," she cursed as she stood back up and put the umbrella in the nearest closet. She took off her coat and hung it on a hanger, making sure that it wouldn't fall. She kicked her wet shoes off and let them settle just outside of the closet door. She would be sure not to trip on them later, she told herself silently.
She picked up her remote control from off of the coffee table as she walked into the living room and turned the television on, flipping through channels before settling on a movie. She threw the remote control down on the couch and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat.
It had been a long day at the clinic. It seemed like all of the muggle children in London were getting sick at the onset of the approaching month of November. And just because Hermione was the most famous and recognized pediatrician in England, she was the one that had to spend her time curing them.
Hermione opened the nearest cabinet and pulled out a large coffee mug. She set it down on the counter and pulled out a box from the other side of the kitchen. She poured the contents of a packet of hot chocolate into the mug and filled it with hot water.
"Finally," Hermione mumbled as she drank most of the contents of the mug in one long drink. She set the mug down and walked over to the refrigerator and yanked the door open to see what was inside. She had gone shopping the previosu night, and there had to be something.
She moved some things around until she found an open can of sliced pineapples in the back. She grabbed the can and pulled it out, shutting the refrigerator door. She opened a drawer and pulled out a fork, and then marched back into the living room to sit on the couch and finish the movie that was on.
An hour later Hermione was up pacing the apartment. She looked around at the pictures on the walls of her friends and family. Specifically of the picture that hung as the centerpiece over her fireplace of her, Harry, and Ron.
The picture had been taken just after their graduation celebration at Hogwarts. They were walking down the step from Gryffindor Tower with Hermione in the middle, her arms looped through each of theirs'. They were wearing beautiful blue robes that billowed out behind them. Smiles lit their faces as big as the one that Hermione had now. She always smiled when she saw that picture.
That was the last picture that had been taken of the three of them together. It was almost ten years old.
"Ten years," she said softly as she turned to walk back to the couch.
After having graduated Hogwarts, the three of them had been seperated in life. Ron had become a family man, marrying a Scottish witch that he had met on one of his ministry trips. He had become an auror an had two children with another on the way.
Hermione wasn't quite sure of what Harry did. She hadn't talked to him since that day. Of course she and Ron had kept in touch, but Harry had just faded into the background. But not in her mind. She thought about him all the time.
She was so lonely in life. Her work consumed her and made sure that she didn't have a social life. Every once in a while she would get a break, but she would spend her time with her parents who she rarely got to see.
While Hermione thought about this, a knock came on the door. She looked over at the clock on the wall to see that it was still early, about six o'clock.
"I got off earlier than I thought," Hermione said as she walked over to the door. She opened it to see Ron standing there with a large smile on his face.
"Hello, you old witch," he said as she jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek lightly, pulling back to examine him. It had been at least two years since hse had seen him in person. "You going to invite me in, or do I have to stand outside all afternoon?"
Hermione ushered him in and shut the door. She looked him over again and smiled brightly.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I can turn around and leave if you'd like," ron said playfully as he turned to walk toward the door. Hermione grabbed his arm and he stopped. "You know," he said as he went and sat down on her couch. "I actually stopped by to see if you got an invitation to Hogwarts for next week."
"Yeah, I did. I plan on going. What about you?"
"Of course. Moira and the kids are coming with me."
"How are the kids? How's Moira? I'll bet she's cursing you for getting her pregnant again."
"Yeah, she's not very happy. But if she loves me as much as she says she does, then we'll be fine," Ron said with a laugh. "You should see Johnathon. He's growing out of his red hair. First Weasley in fifty years not to have red hair."
"I'll bet your mother isn't happy."
"She hasn't seen him in months, so she doesn't know."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and gave him a shocked look. "So why do you think they want us to come to Hogwarts?"
"Who knows. Knowing Dumbledore, it could be anything. You know, I'm really surprised to see taht he's still the headmaster. He's got to be at least ninety years old."
"Not quite that, but getting up there."
"How are you going to get there?" Ron asked.
"Well it's not like we can take the train. I was thinking maybe apparating into Hogsmeade or maybe taking floo powder."
"That would work. Maybe I have an aunt that lives in Hogsmeade."
"Be sure to let me know when you decide."
"Alright. Well anyway, I have to get back. I told Moira I would pick up something to eat on my way home. She should be expecting me soon."
Hermione stood and walked with Ron to the middle of the living room. She hugged him tightly and told him that she'd see him soon. He said goodbye and disapparated, leaving Hermione with a smile on her face.
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END CHAP ONE
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a/n: i want to thank the reviewer who pointed out that i had made a majoy typing error when it said that hermione had an aunt that lived in Hogsmeade. anyway, message me to talk, and be sure to REVIEW
rating: PG
keywords: H/HR G?d R/O
category: romance, angst
summary: there is trouble in the wizarding world when no one has talked to harry in almost ten years.
disclaimer: they belong to jk rowling.
a/n: it being so short lets me post at least once a day. check back often. REVIEW
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The rain came at first in small drops that hit the windshield of Hermione's car one at a time. They splattered and ran down and out of her vision, making a small trail of liquid as they did so. It wasn't long after that the rain came a little harder and the drops began to get larger, impairing Hermione's vision of the London roads even more so than before.
A car darted out in front of Hermione and she came to a screeching hault just before ramming into the other vehicle. The driver waved their hand at her and drove off. Hermione's heartbeat slowed down a little and she began to drive again, slower this time.
She pulled her car to a stop beside the curb of a large apartment building across the street from a sidewalk cafe. She looked over to see that there was no one outside as the rain went from a good shower to a straight downpour.
"Great," she muttered as she reached back in the backseat to get an umbrella. She felt around and then turned to see that she hadn't brought one. It was probably still in the apartment sitting by the door where she normally left it.
With a heavy sigh she reached in her purse and took out her wand, muttering a spell to protect her from the rain. She opened her car door and was happy to see that at least the spell had worked.
She ran quickly to the door and stuck her key in the lock, opening the door and walking inside, muttering 'finite incantatem'. She walked over to the apartment door with the number 24 on it and she unlocked that one, walking inside. Just as she had said it would be, the umbrella was next to the door. In fact, it fell in her path and she tripped on it, falling on the floor hard.
"Damnit," she cursed as she stood back up and put the umbrella in the nearest closet. She took off her coat and hung it on a hanger, making sure that it wouldn't fall. She kicked her wet shoes off and let them settle just outside of the closet door. She would be sure not to trip on them later, she told herself silently.
She picked up her remote control from off of the coffee table as she walked into the living room and turned the television on, flipping through channels before settling on a movie. She threw the remote control down on the couch and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat.
It had been a long day at the clinic. It seemed like all of the muggle children in London were getting sick at the onset of the approaching month of November. And just because Hermione was the most famous and recognized pediatrician in England, she was the one that had to spend her time curing them.
Hermione opened the nearest cabinet and pulled out a large coffee mug. She set it down on the counter and pulled out a box from the other side of the kitchen. She poured the contents of a packet of hot chocolate into the mug and filled it with hot water.
"Finally," Hermione mumbled as she drank most of the contents of the mug in one long drink. She set the mug down and walked over to the refrigerator and yanked the door open to see what was inside. She had gone shopping the previosu night, and there had to be something.
She moved some things around until she found an open can of sliced pineapples in the back. She grabbed the can and pulled it out, shutting the refrigerator door. She opened a drawer and pulled out a fork, and then marched back into the living room to sit on the couch and finish the movie that was on.
An hour later Hermione was up pacing the apartment. She looked around at the pictures on the walls of her friends and family. Specifically of the picture that hung as the centerpiece over her fireplace of her, Harry, and Ron.
The picture had been taken just after their graduation celebration at Hogwarts. They were walking down the step from Gryffindor Tower with Hermione in the middle, her arms looped through each of theirs'. They were wearing beautiful blue robes that billowed out behind them. Smiles lit their faces as big as the one that Hermione had now. She always smiled when she saw that picture.
That was the last picture that had been taken of the three of them together. It was almost ten years old.
"Ten years," she said softly as she turned to walk back to the couch.
After having graduated Hogwarts, the three of them had been seperated in life. Ron had become a family man, marrying a Scottish witch that he had met on one of his ministry trips. He had become an auror an had two children with another on the way.
Hermione wasn't quite sure of what Harry did. She hadn't talked to him since that day. Of course she and Ron had kept in touch, but Harry had just faded into the background. But not in her mind. She thought about him all the time.
She was so lonely in life. Her work consumed her and made sure that she didn't have a social life. Every once in a while she would get a break, but she would spend her time with her parents who she rarely got to see.
While Hermione thought about this, a knock came on the door. She looked over at the clock on the wall to see that it was still early, about six o'clock.
"I got off earlier than I thought," Hermione said as she walked over to the door. She opened it to see Ron standing there with a large smile on his face.
"Hello, you old witch," he said as she jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek lightly, pulling back to examine him. It had been at least two years since hse had seen him in person. "You going to invite me in, or do I have to stand outside all afternoon?"
Hermione ushered him in and shut the door. She looked him over again and smiled brightly.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I can turn around and leave if you'd like," ron said playfully as he turned to walk toward the door. Hermione grabbed his arm and he stopped. "You know," he said as he went and sat down on her couch. "I actually stopped by to see if you got an invitation to Hogwarts for next week."
"Yeah, I did. I plan on going. What about you?"
"Of course. Moira and the kids are coming with me."
"How are the kids? How's Moira? I'll bet she's cursing you for getting her pregnant again."
"Yeah, she's not very happy. But if she loves me as much as she says she does, then we'll be fine," Ron said with a laugh. "You should see Johnathon. He's growing out of his red hair. First Weasley in fifty years not to have red hair."
"I'll bet your mother isn't happy."
"She hasn't seen him in months, so she doesn't know."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and gave him a shocked look. "So why do you think they want us to come to Hogwarts?"
"Who knows. Knowing Dumbledore, it could be anything. You know, I'm really surprised to see taht he's still the headmaster. He's got to be at least ninety years old."
"Not quite that, but getting up there."
"How are you going to get there?" Ron asked.
"Well it's not like we can take the train. I was thinking maybe apparating into Hogsmeade or maybe taking floo powder."
"That would work. Maybe I have an aunt that lives in Hogsmeade."
"Be sure to let me know when you decide."
"Alright. Well anyway, I have to get back. I told Moira I would pick up something to eat on my way home. She should be expecting me soon."
Hermione stood and walked with Ron to the middle of the living room. She hugged him tightly and told him that she'd see him soon. He said goodbye and disapparated, leaving Hermione with a smile on her face.
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END CHAP ONE
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a/n: i want to thank the reviewer who pointed out that i had made a majoy typing error when it said that hermione had an aunt that lived in Hogsmeade. anyway, message me to talk, and be sure to REVIEW