It had been 10 long years since they had graduated from Hogwarts. Most
friends would have forgotten each other by now, but Hermione, Harry, and
Ron had always had something extraordinary.
Hermione had accepted a teaching job way out in Canada. She hadn't wanted to, but Ron had convinced her to. It had always been her dream to be a Transfiguration teacher. The school in Canada was called Stuart Hall. It was an all girls academy for magic. She had gone with every hope of success. Now she was heading back for England, because the school wasn't doing very well anymore. They needed someone they could get cheap. Hermione wasn't cheap.
She hadn't asked for a raise, but the headmaster had always thought that his come-ons were worth at least one paycheck. Once when Hermione was in the library late one night, looking up things for her next class, he had come in. *flashback*
"Well hello Professor Granger. How are you tonight? Would you like me to make your night better?" he asked, coming toward her.
"Not particularly Professor Boils," she said, instinctively moving aside.
"Why not? Are you scared of me? Oh come on Hermione, you know you want me," he said, advancing on her, with a wild look in his eyes.
"If you take one more step, I'll be forced to ask the assistance of the criminal officers," she replied, icily.
He backed off, and headed back to his quarters.
*End flashback*
The next month she was laid off. Now she was on a plane, (she needed some time to think before she got to England), back to England. She hadn't contacted Ron or Harry since the first year she was at the school.
She always felt this horrible knot in her stomach when she wrote to them. It wasn't what she wanted. So she just stopped writing, and pretty much stopped thinking about them. Whenever a thought of them would drift into her train of though, she would quickly fill it with another.
Now however, she had time to think. She wondered what they were doing. She could only imagine that Harry was either fighting evil, or playing Quidditch. Ron on the other hand was different. She had always thought that there must be more to Ron than meets the eye. She had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
She knew that Ron and Harry probably kept in contact, so she would just have to find Harry, to find out where Ron was. At the thought of finding Ron, an immensely giddy feeling came into her stomach. She had hid it well, (perhaps not so well at times), that she liked Ron a great deal. He probably already has a girl friend, she reminded herself.
It seemed like no time at all, when the intercom was saying they could buckle their seat belts for landing. She waited with baited breath. They landed rather bumpily in the terminal. She got off, and went through the hall. She rushed to get her baggage. After a long taxi ride she arrived at the inn she would be staying at, till she found an apartment.
She toyed with the idea of waiting until the next day to fine Harry, but almost immediately discarded the notion. She set out on her quest after a small cup of tea.
First she went to the Ministry of Magic office, where she checked the auror section. Sure enough a Harry James Potter was listed. She asked the receptionist if Mr. Potter was in.
"No, he left early today. Can I take a message?" she asked.
"No, I'll just come back tomorrow. But do you know where he might be? I'm an old friend," Hermione asked, hopefully.
"At his home is suppose, his wife just had twins," the receptionist said, excitedly.
"Where is his home? I haven't been here in 10 years so I'm a little lost," Hermione said, surprised that Harry already had children.
"What's your name? I have a list of people Mr. Potter said I could give his address to," she said.
"It's Hermione H-e-r-m-I-o-n-e Granger G-r-a-n-g-e-r," she spelled out quickly.
"Okay, you're on the list. His address is 100 Baker St. in Bristol," she said, smiling up at Hermione.
"Thank you very much," Hermione called, while rushing out.
She grabbed a taxi. "Baker St. in Bristol please," she said, toppling into a seat. The taxi driver took her to it silently. She was seldom in a taxi that was actually quiet. She just sat there looking at her hands aimlessly. He pulled up to Baker St. and let her out, then zoomed off.
She made her way down the cute little street. It was lined with little cottages, and big tutor Victorian houses alike. She walked down looking at the houses, smiling. 100 was the last house on the block. It was medium sized, and red. It had nice little white shutters, and the flowerbeds were overflowing with color.
She was really nervous now. She went up to the door slowly. Harry had obviously put a spell on it, so sound wouldn't come out. She drew her hand up slowly, and wrapped on it four times.
To her surprise a tall red head with brown eyes came to the door. "May I- Oh my GOD HERMION? Is that really you?" she exclaimed, her face held a look of excitement.
"Yes it's me. GINNY? You're Harry's wife?" Hermione said, in shock.
"Yep, we've been married for four years now," Ginny said proudly, stepping aside to let her in. "I'll call Harry down, he's taking care of Ellie, and James," Ginny said, walking to the stairs. "HARRY, GET DOWN HERE. HERMIONE'S COME TO VISIT!" she called up the stairs.
A second later, a very excited Harry rushed down the stairs, two babies in his arms. "HERMIONE! Is that really you? It's so good of you to come. Come into the living room and sit down," he said, showing her into the adjacent room. "So Hermione, where have you been? I want to know everything. Where are you staying right now anyway? Are you staying here for good?" he blurted out, all at once.
"Yes, I'm back in England permanently. I'm staying at the Wood Leaf Inn for the time being. I've been in Canada, at Stuart Hall all this time," she answered, smiling broadly.
"I would ask you to stay with us, but all the family is coming in a bit, and I fear you're ears will hurt to badly," Ginny said. "But I do think Ron has enough room in his flat. I'm sure he would love to see you," Ginny answered, with an innocent look that only Hermione didn't catch.
"Oh yes, I'm sure Ron would love to house you for a while. Maybe you guys could just house together permanently. He's got this big, lonely flat all to himself. He had a roommate, but he moved away," Harry said, cottoning on.
"Really, you think?" Hermione asked, excitedly.
"Oh yeah. I could get you his work address if you like. He and the rest of the family are coming to dinner anyway. Maybe you could just go fetch him for me," Ginny said, taking out her address book.
"Okay, where does Ron work?" Hermione asked, staring down at the address.
"Just go and find out, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," Harry said, smiling.
Hermione Flooed to Diagon Alley. She looked at her little note. It was in Malarkey Alley. She walked down, looking for the last building on the left. She stopped in front of it and looked up. She gasped, a BOOK STORE? Ron was working in a BOOK STORE!
Of all the things she had thought up on the plane trip over, this had not been one of them. A blond haired girl walked out of the store. "So this is a really good book, Mr. Weasley?" she called back into the store, as she descended the steps.
"Of course it is Gretchen, it's one of my personal favorites!" a tall red haired man, looking about 25 called out, putting his head out of the window. He went back into the store, and Hermione started up the steps.
She walked in, the building was beautiful, and it had cherry wood bookshelves and tables all around. She smelled the smell of new and old books alike. Ron came out from behind a counter. "May I help you miss?" he asked.
Hermione turned her head quickly. Ron's reaction was much the same as Ginny's and Harry's had been. "Hermione! My it's good to see you! How long has it been, 10 years or so?" he asked, hugging her.
"Yes, I just can't believe you work in a book store!" she exclaimed, hugging him right back.
"I don't just work in a book store, I own this bookstore!" Ron said proudly.
"You do? This is a beautiful one Ron!" Hermione said, grinning ear to ear.
"I suppose you've seen Harry?" Ron said suddenly.
"Yes, I had to find him to find you," she said, sitting down next to him at a table.
"Oh, have you seen James and Ellie?" he asked, referring to his niece and nephew.
"Yes, briefly. They shooed me off to find, and pull you away from here," Hermion laughed.
"Oh, well okay. I'll just get my coat, and lock up shop. I should have closed about a half hour ago, but Gretchen came in wanting a book, and I quite go lost in finding one for her," he explained.
"When did you start liking books Ron?" she asked.
"Oh I've always liked them, but I just liked making fun of you, because you liked them more," Ron grinned, and started to go to the door.
"REALLY? I would have never expected this!" she said, as they walked out onto the street.
A/N Okay I hope you like this. I always though that Ron was deeper then he let on. Anyway, I hope you like this, and I hope you review as well. I forgot to put a Disclaimer at the beginning so here goes: None of the chararacters belong to me accept the receptionist, Ellie, James, and Professor Boil. I also own Malarkey Alley, and the Bookstore. Anyway, all that I don't own belongs to JK Rowling! Review!!!!
-Lizzy
Hermione had accepted a teaching job way out in Canada. She hadn't wanted to, but Ron had convinced her to. It had always been her dream to be a Transfiguration teacher. The school in Canada was called Stuart Hall. It was an all girls academy for magic. She had gone with every hope of success. Now she was heading back for England, because the school wasn't doing very well anymore. They needed someone they could get cheap. Hermione wasn't cheap.
She hadn't asked for a raise, but the headmaster had always thought that his come-ons were worth at least one paycheck. Once when Hermione was in the library late one night, looking up things for her next class, he had come in. *flashback*
"Well hello Professor Granger. How are you tonight? Would you like me to make your night better?" he asked, coming toward her.
"Not particularly Professor Boils," she said, instinctively moving aside.
"Why not? Are you scared of me? Oh come on Hermione, you know you want me," he said, advancing on her, with a wild look in his eyes.
"If you take one more step, I'll be forced to ask the assistance of the criminal officers," she replied, icily.
He backed off, and headed back to his quarters.
*End flashback*
The next month she was laid off. Now she was on a plane, (she needed some time to think before she got to England), back to England. She hadn't contacted Ron or Harry since the first year she was at the school.
She always felt this horrible knot in her stomach when she wrote to them. It wasn't what she wanted. So she just stopped writing, and pretty much stopped thinking about them. Whenever a thought of them would drift into her train of though, she would quickly fill it with another.
Now however, she had time to think. She wondered what they were doing. She could only imagine that Harry was either fighting evil, or playing Quidditch. Ron on the other hand was different. She had always thought that there must be more to Ron than meets the eye. She had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
She knew that Ron and Harry probably kept in contact, so she would just have to find Harry, to find out where Ron was. At the thought of finding Ron, an immensely giddy feeling came into her stomach. She had hid it well, (perhaps not so well at times), that she liked Ron a great deal. He probably already has a girl friend, she reminded herself.
It seemed like no time at all, when the intercom was saying they could buckle their seat belts for landing. She waited with baited breath. They landed rather bumpily in the terminal. She got off, and went through the hall. She rushed to get her baggage. After a long taxi ride she arrived at the inn she would be staying at, till she found an apartment.
She toyed with the idea of waiting until the next day to fine Harry, but almost immediately discarded the notion. She set out on her quest after a small cup of tea.
First she went to the Ministry of Magic office, where she checked the auror section. Sure enough a Harry James Potter was listed. She asked the receptionist if Mr. Potter was in.
"No, he left early today. Can I take a message?" she asked.
"No, I'll just come back tomorrow. But do you know where he might be? I'm an old friend," Hermione asked, hopefully.
"At his home is suppose, his wife just had twins," the receptionist said, excitedly.
"Where is his home? I haven't been here in 10 years so I'm a little lost," Hermione said, surprised that Harry already had children.
"What's your name? I have a list of people Mr. Potter said I could give his address to," she said.
"It's Hermione H-e-r-m-I-o-n-e Granger G-r-a-n-g-e-r," she spelled out quickly.
"Okay, you're on the list. His address is 100 Baker St. in Bristol," she said, smiling up at Hermione.
"Thank you very much," Hermione called, while rushing out.
She grabbed a taxi. "Baker St. in Bristol please," she said, toppling into a seat. The taxi driver took her to it silently. She was seldom in a taxi that was actually quiet. She just sat there looking at her hands aimlessly. He pulled up to Baker St. and let her out, then zoomed off.
She made her way down the cute little street. It was lined with little cottages, and big tutor Victorian houses alike. She walked down looking at the houses, smiling. 100 was the last house on the block. It was medium sized, and red. It had nice little white shutters, and the flowerbeds were overflowing with color.
She was really nervous now. She went up to the door slowly. Harry had obviously put a spell on it, so sound wouldn't come out. She drew her hand up slowly, and wrapped on it four times.
To her surprise a tall red head with brown eyes came to the door. "May I- Oh my GOD HERMION? Is that really you?" she exclaimed, her face held a look of excitement.
"Yes it's me. GINNY? You're Harry's wife?" Hermione said, in shock.
"Yep, we've been married for four years now," Ginny said proudly, stepping aside to let her in. "I'll call Harry down, he's taking care of Ellie, and James," Ginny said, walking to the stairs. "HARRY, GET DOWN HERE. HERMIONE'S COME TO VISIT!" she called up the stairs.
A second later, a very excited Harry rushed down the stairs, two babies in his arms. "HERMIONE! Is that really you? It's so good of you to come. Come into the living room and sit down," he said, showing her into the adjacent room. "So Hermione, where have you been? I want to know everything. Where are you staying right now anyway? Are you staying here for good?" he blurted out, all at once.
"Yes, I'm back in England permanently. I'm staying at the Wood Leaf Inn for the time being. I've been in Canada, at Stuart Hall all this time," she answered, smiling broadly.
"I would ask you to stay with us, but all the family is coming in a bit, and I fear you're ears will hurt to badly," Ginny said. "But I do think Ron has enough room in his flat. I'm sure he would love to see you," Ginny answered, with an innocent look that only Hermione didn't catch.
"Oh yes, I'm sure Ron would love to house you for a while. Maybe you guys could just house together permanently. He's got this big, lonely flat all to himself. He had a roommate, but he moved away," Harry said, cottoning on.
"Really, you think?" Hermione asked, excitedly.
"Oh yeah. I could get you his work address if you like. He and the rest of the family are coming to dinner anyway. Maybe you could just go fetch him for me," Ginny said, taking out her address book.
"Okay, where does Ron work?" Hermione asked, staring down at the address.
"Just go and find out, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," Harry said, smiling.
Hermione Flooed to Diagon Alley. She looked at her little note. It was in Malarkey Alley. She walked down, looking for the last building on the left. She stopped in front of it and looked up. She gasped, a BOOK STORE? Ron was working in a BOOK STORE!
Of all the things she had thought up on the plane trip over, this had not been one of them. A blond haired girl walked out of the store. "So this is a really good book, Mr. Weasley?" she called back into the store, as she descended the steps.
"Of course it is Gretchen, it's one of my personal favorites!" a tall red haired man, looking about 25 called out, putting his head out of the window. He went back into the store, and Hermione started up the steps.
She walked in, the building was beautiful, and it had cherry wood bookshelves and tables all around. She smelled the smell of new and old books alike. Ron came out from behind a counter. "May I help you miss?" he asked.
Hermione turned her head quickly. Ron's reaction was much the same as Ginny's and Harry's had been. "Hermione! My it's good to see you! How long has it been, 10 years or so?" he asked, hugging her.
"Yes, I just can't believe you work in a book store!" she exclaimed, hugging him right back.
"I don't just work in a book store, I own this bookstore!" Ron said proudly.
"You do? This is a beautiful one Ron!" Hermione said, grinning ear to ear.
"I suppose you've seen Harry?" Ron said suddenly.
"Yes, I had to find him to find you," she said, sitting down next to him at a table.
"Oh, have you seen James and Ellie?" he asked, referring to his niece and nephew.
"Yes, briefly. They shooed me off to find, and pull you away from here," Hermion laughed.
"Oh, well okay. I'll just get my coat, and lock up shop. I should have closed about a half hour ago, but Gretchen came in wanting a book, and I quite go lost in finding one for her," he explained.
"When did you start liking books Ron?" she asked.
"Oh I've always liked them, but I just liked making fun of you, because you liked them more," Ron grinned, and started to go to the door.
"REALLY? I would have never expected this!" she said, as they walked out onto the street.
A/N Okay I hope you like this. I always though that Ron was deeper then he let on. Anyway, I hope you like this, and I hope you review as well. I forgot to put a Disclaimer at the beginning so here goes: None of the chararacters belong to me accept the receptionist, Ellie, James, and Professor Boil. I also own Malarkey Alley, and the Bookstore. Anyway, all that I don't own belongs to JK Rowling! Review!!!!
-Lizzy