Disclaimer: You know the drill…
Dedication: I am dedicating this chapter to one of my best friends, Lauren (her pen name is Star Alto, which I helped her come up with ^.^), who is more of a R/Hr fan but reads my stories any way. So I decided to dedicate this chapter, along with it's guest appearance, to her.
Thank you and H/Hr forever!
P.S. As Lauren has so "kindly" pointed out, I know they are too young to be getting married, but deal with it! 'cause this is my story and I can do what ever I want with it, besides the plot wouldn't work otherwise.
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I Do…
By DivaStar
Chapter 4: Out on the Town
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"What do you mean 'it's fine.' You make it sound as though we approve of this sort of thing! There's a big difference between approving and tolerating -"
"What does it matter what we think? It's not like we can stop them. Hermione's going to get married whether we like it or not. The best thing we can do is keep being supportive."
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"What do you think your parents are arguing about up there?" Harry asked Hermione, as he listened to the shouts coming from up the stairs.
"I don't know. This is the first time I've ever heard them argue. Knight to E4." Hermione watched as one of her few remaining pieces futilely tried to block her fiancée's Bishop. (A/N: Sorry, I know nothing about chess. My little brother tried to teach me once, but it was a hopeless cause)
"Bishop to E4. Well, I guess we'll find put soon enough…" Harry watched as Hermione's knight fell unconscious, and footsteps sounded from the stairs.
Moments later Mr. and Mrs. Granger appeared from behind the tapestry. Mrs. Granger, although quite flushed, seemed as calm and cheerful as ever. Mr. Granger looked exasperated and rather tense, although he smiled at them nevertheless.
"What were you talking about up there?"
Mrs. Granger shot a look at her husband, who had just opened his moth to talk, before answering. "Don't you worry about that, dear. Now then, weren't we going into the town for lunch?" She said hastily changing the subject.
"Er, yeah. Of course." said Harry.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Hermione. Somehow she got the feeling that the conversation had something to do with her, and that it wasn't good. She shrugged off the feeling as she stood up and grabbed her cloak, tossing Harry his: she would worry about it later when she had more time to think.
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They heard a bell chime as they entered the old pub, noticing a redheaded figure waving furiously at them they continued to head toward him. To their surprise they saw not one, but two people seated at the table with him: the first was a small brunette girl they recognized, the second however they had never seen before. She was a fiery redhead, almost as bright as Ron's, the delicate curls framed her elegant face, she seemed to radiate a sense of control while displaying a personality of youthful exuberance wrapped with a veil of mystery.
"Hey Ron! And who is this?" Harry said, indicating the young women next to his friend.
"Oh, this is Lauren. We literally ran into her just after you left. So I decided to apologize over a glass of Butterbeer, and, well, here we are!" Ron smiled as Harry eyed him suspiciously, with raised eyebrows.
Lauren extended a hand toward Hermione "Lauren Phipps, pleased to meet you."
Hermione smiled and graciously shook her hand "Hermione Granger. These are my parents," she waved a hand toward the two adults "and my fiancé, Harry Potter" she nodded toward Harry.
Lauren turned to Harry "Are you really? And why didn't you say anything about that, Ron?" She turned back to Ron, who's ears were tinted pink.
"Um, ah, you see, uh-"
"Save it Ron. How about we order something already, I'm starving!" Hermione said, sliding into the booth after Harry. Mr. And Mrs. Granger pulled over a couple of chairs and seated themselves at the end of the table.
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"…and he went bouncing all over the dungeons. That's why we call him the 'Amazing Bouncing Ferret'."
Everyone was laughing as Ron finished his recollection, even Hermione couldn't help giggling slightly.
"May I take your plates?" Madame Rosmerta had appeared, to remove their empty dishes.
"Oh, yes. Thank you." Mrs. Granger said, pushing her plate towards the younger woman.
The party of seven stood up and stretched, preparing for the walk back up to the castle.
"You guys go ahead. I wanted to pick up a little something really quick, don't worry I'll catch up in a minute." Harry said, and dashed off after giving Hermione a quick kiss on the cheek.
So, the now group of six, stepped out onto the street.
"Oh look, it's snowing!" Emily squealed, running around trying to catch some of the snowflakes in her mouth.
"Cool! Hey, that looks like fun, let me have some!" Ron yelled, chasing after Emily.
Lauren mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "men," and Mr. and Mrs. Granger just laughed. After a few minutes Ron managed to calm down enough to say goodbye to Lauren, who strolled toward her house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
They hadn't even made it to the end of the street yet, when Harry caught back up to them, clutching four bottles of an amber liquid.
"Here, it's Butterbeer. Try some it really warms you up." Harry said, passing out bottles to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione, and saving one for himself.
"Hey, how come you didn't get me some!?!" Ron said indignantly.
"Because you already had some earlier." Harry shot-back, as Ron pretended to pout.
Hermione sipped her drink, as she watched the two teenage boys bicker. Emily was still running around trying to catch snowflakes, completely oblivious to what the others were talking about. The girl's parents, however, were inspecting the contents of the bottle cautiously. Finally her father took a small swig of the Butterbeer.
"Hey, this is actually pretty good!" He said, taking a bigger sip.
His wife also took a small sip. "Mmmm, you're right this is good."
They continued walking up the hill toward Hogwarts.
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"Woah, that's huge!" said Emily, as she gazed up at the castle, before she began running up the steps toward the front doors.
Mr. And Mrs. Granger looked rather shocked at what their youngest daughter had said. Harry and Hermione were laughing at the stunned looks on their faces.
"Well," said Ron, trying to hide a grin, but failing miserably "I guess Hermione's not the only witch in the family."
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A/N: Yippee! I actually got it done at last! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been having swim practice almost everyday, and then homework on top of that, not to mention a small social life that I would like to have, has kept me pretty swamped. The bad news is that it will probably take just as long until the summer and/or Christmas break. Although I have my first CSI fic written out so you can keep an eye open for that soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thank you for your wonderful support. More ideas are always welcome if you have them R/R.
Dedication: I am dedicating this chapter to one of my best friends, Lauren (her pen name is Star Alto, which I helped her come up with ^.^), who is more of a R/Hr fan but reads my stories any way. So I decided to dedicate this chapter, along with it's guest appearance, to her.
Thank you and H/Hr forever!
P.S. As Lauren has so "kindly" pointed out, I know they are too young to be getting married, but deal with it! 'cause this is my story and I can do what ever I want with it, besides the plot wouldn't work otherwise.
~*~*~*~
I Do…
By DivaStar
Chapter 4: Out on the Town
~*~*~*~
"What do you mean 'it's fine.' You make it sound as though we approve of this sort of thing! There's a big difference between approving and tolerating -"
"What does it matter what we think? It's not like we can stop them. Hermione's going to get married whether we like it or not. The best thing we can do is keep being supportive."
~*~*~*~
"What do you think your parents are arguing about up there?" Harry asked Hermione, as he listened to the shouts coming from up the stairs.
"I don't know. This is the first time I've ever heard them argue. Knight to E4." Hermione watched as one of her few remaining pieces futilely tried to block her fiancée's Bishop. (A/N: Sorry, I know nothing about chess. My little brother tried to teach me once, but it was a hopeless cause)
"Bishop to E4. Well, I guess we'll find put soon enough…" Harry watched as Hermione's knight fell unconscious, and footsteps sounded from the stairs.
Moments later Mr. and Mrs. Granger appeared from behind the tapestry. Mrs. Granger, although quite flushed, seemed as calm and cheerful as ever. Mr. Granger looked exasperated and rather tense, although he smiled at them nevertheless.
"What were you talking about up there?"
Mrs. Granger shot a look at her husband, who had just opened his moth to talk, before answering. "Don't you worry about that, dear. Now then, weren't we going into the town for lunch?" She said hastily changing the subject.
"Er, yeah. Of course." said Harry.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Hermione. Somehow she got the feeling that the conversation had something to do with her, and that it wasn't good. She shrugged off the feeling as she stood up and grabbed her cloak, tossing Harry his: she would worry about it later when she had more time to think.
~*~*~*~
They heard a bell chime as they entered the old pub, noticing a redheaded figure waving furiously at them they continued to head toward him. To their surprise they saw not one, but two people seated at the table with him: the first was a small brunette girl they recognized, the second however they had never seen before. She was a fiery redhead, almost as bright as Ron's, the delicate curls framed her elegant face, she seemed to radiate a sense of control while displaying a personality of youthful exuberance wrapped with a veil of mystery.
"Hey Ron! And who is this?" Harry said, indicating the young women next to his friend.
"Oh, this is Lauren. We literally ran into her just after you left. So I decided to apologize over a glass of Butterbeer, and, well, here we are!" Ron smiled as Harry eyed him suspiciously, with raised eyebrows.
Lauren extended a hand toward Hermione "Lauren Phipps, pleased to meet you."
Hermione smiled and graciously shook her hand "Hermione Granger. These are my parents," she waved a hand toward the two adults "and my fiancé, Harry Potter" she nodded toward Harry.
Lauren turned to Harry "Are you really? And why didn't you say anything about that, Ron?" She turned back to Ron, who's ears were tinted pink.
"Um, ah, you see, uh-"
"Save it Ron. How about we order something already, I'm starving!" Hermione said, sliding into the booth after Harry. Mr. And Mrs. Granger pulled over a couple of chairs and seated themselves at the end of the table.
~*~*~*~
"…and he went bouncing all over the dungeons. That's why we call him the 'Amazing Bouncing Ferret'."
Everyone was laughing as Ron finished his recollection, even Hermione couldn't help giggling slightly.
"May I take your plates?" Madame Rosmerta had appeared, to remove their empty dishes.
"Oh, yes. Thank you." Mrs. Granger said, pushing her plate towards the younger woman.
The party of seven stood up and stretched, preparing for the walk back up to the castle.
"You guys go ahead. I wanted to pick up a little something really quick, don't worry I'll catch up in a minute." Harry said, and dashed off after giving Hermione a quick kiss on the cheek.
So, the now group of six, stepped out onto the street.
"Oh look, it's snowing!" Emily squealed, running around trying to catch some of the snowflakes in her mouth.
"Cool! Hey, that looks like fun, let me have some!" Ron yelled, chasing after Emily.
Lauren mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "men," and Mr. and Mrs. Granger just laughed. After a few minutes Ron managed to calm down enough to say goodbye to Lauren, who strolled toward her house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
They hadn't even made it to the end of the street yet, when Harry caught back up to them, clutching four bottles of an amber liquid.
"Here, it's Butterbeer. Try some it really warms you up." Harry said, passing out bottles to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione, and saving one for himself.
"Hey, how come you didn't get me some!?!" Ron said indignantly.
"Because you already had some earlier." Harry shot-back, as Ron pretended to pout.
Hermione sipped her drink, as she watched the two teenage boys bicker. Emily was still running around trying to catch snowflakes, completely oblivious to what the others were talking about. The girl's parents, however, were inspecting the contents of the bottle cautiously. Finally her father took a small swig of the Butterbeer.
"Hey, this is actually pretty good!" He said, taking a bigger sip.
His wife also took a small sip. "Mmmm, you're right this is good."
They continued walking up the hill toward Hogwarts.
~*~*~*~
"Woah, that's huge!" said Emily, as she gazed up at the castle, before she began running up the steps toward the front doors.
Mr. And Mrs. Granger looked rather shocked at what their youngest daughter had said. Harry and Hermione were laughing at the stunned looks on their faces.
"Well," said Ron, trying to hide a grin, but failing miserably "I guess Hermione's not the only witch in the family."
~*~*~*~
A/N: Yippee! I actually got it done at last! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been having swim practice almost everyday, and then homework on top of that, not to mention a small social life that I would like to have, has kept me pretty swamped. The bad news is that it will probably take just as long until the summer and/or Christmas break. Although I have my first CSI fic written out so you can keep an eye open for that soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thank you for your wonderful support. More ideas are always welcome if you have them R/R.