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Part 2-
Hermione slung her legs over the sides of the bed and slipped her feet into her forest green, fuzzy slippers. Ron snored loudly next to her in the bed. She walked across the room and out the door, creeping down the hallway silently as not to wake the people sleeping in the guest bedrooms down the hallway. She got to the stairs and headed down them quietly. She edged around the living room furniture carefully so she didn't stub her toe. When she got into the kitchen she flicked on the light and poured herself a glass of water. As she turned to drink it she heard a voice behind her.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Hermione turned around with the glass still at her lips.
"Harry! Don't scare me like that!" She whispered loudly. Harry smiled at her. Hermione looked around in the brightly-lit kitchen and all the dark rooms surrounding it.
"Well, do you?" She smiled back at him. She remembered, she remembered exactly what he was talking about, exactly what he was smiling about.
"That was quite a long time ago, Harry." She said and took another sip of her water.
"Not a very long time ago. We only graduated eight years ago."
"And we stopped dating nine and a half years ago." Hermione reminded Harry. "You just need to forget all of that." She said with a smile.
"But who wants to forget the best six months of our lives."
"My best six months weren't with you." She said and took another drink.
"Come on, they were fun." He said and elbowed her in the side. They were fun. It was a very fun, romantic, and adventurous few months. Everything about that time was fresh in Hermione's mind.
***Flashback***
Hermione stood in the cold classroom, rubbing her hands over her arms. She heard the door creak and she ducked behind a desk.
"Hermione?" She heard a whisper from the door and poked her head around the desk and smiled at him. She propped her self up off the floor by her hands. All she could see of Harry was his head; he had the invisibility cloak wrapped under his chin. Hermione giggled at him and kissed his cheek.
"I think Ron might be suspecting something." She smiled at him and he looked behind him as if Ron was there.
"If he were to find out, man that'd be awkward."
"I know, but lets not dwell on that, it just makes sneaking out, waiting for you in the cold Potions room and then seeing you seem oh so unreasonable."
"Sneaking out, just for me? Very nice of you Miney."
"Don't call me Miney." She said and smiled. She threw her arms around his neck and he wrapped his hands around her waist. "Wanna dance?" She asked him. She flicked her wand and music started playing. Then she pointed to the candleholders on the walls and all the candles gave off a soft glow. They danced around the room for a while and after they stopped they just let the music play and the candles flicker in the wind as they sat in each other's arms and waited for the other to say it was time to go back to the Gryffindor Tower.
***Flashback to normal time***
Hermione smiled to Harry. "Like I said, a long time ago." She got another glass down from the cabinet. "Water?"
"Sure." He said and pulled up a stool to the breakfast bar. "Didn't mean to cause one of those awkward silence things." Hermione rolled her eyes and poured Harry his glass of water.
"It was just, sneaking around not to hurt Ron's feelings didn't make sense." She said and handed it to him.
"Well, he had a crush on you." Harry said as if he'd told her for the umpteenth time.
"Yes, but we didn't know that." She said as she pulled up a stool herself.
"Deep down, I think we all did. I mean look at it this way..."
"I don't want to look at it from any other way. If I do I'll feel like I knew and I was well, I hate to sound silly but cheating on him." She interrupted.
"But you weren't Hermione." Harry took a sip of his water. "Besides he dated before marrying you!"
"He never dated my best friend."
"That'd be odd, considering he and I were your best friends."
"Would you stop doing things like that?"
"Do you think we ever got caught?" He asked suddenly.
"I think we would remember getting caught for making out in the Potions room after hours." She said and rolled her eyes.
"Well maybe they let us off or something."
"Do you honestly think a teacher, a teacher at Hogwarts no less, would let two students... Well maybe." She looked down at her water in her hands. "you were Harry Potter."
"I never changed my name, Miney."
"Don't call me Miney." She looked up at him and he smiled at her across the breakfast bar. "That was one of the things that stuck in my mind the most about those months. You calling me that name! Oh how I despised that name, and I couldn't call you anything."
"That was the idea." He was still smiling. Hermione looked back down at her water, there wasn't much left. She picked up the glass and splashed water in his face. He gawked at her as he blinked the water out of his eyes that went past his glasses.
"Nighty night." She said and wiggled her fingers at him and put the glass back on the breakfast bar. Harry wiped his glasses and just chuckled to himself as he heard her come up the stairs and back to her bedroom. Harry hoped this chance encounter in the night didn't spur Hermione's imagination. He had no feelings for her other than platonic ones. Sometimes, he thought he never had.
***
"Kerrie, wake up sweetie pie." Hermione hummed softly into her daughter's ear. Kerrie rubbed her eyes. It was still dark and a few strands of curly red hair were stuck in her eyelashes. Hermione tucked them behind Kerrie's ears. "It's time to get dressed." She said and propped Kerrie up on her bed. Her blue pajama pants slid down her legs and reached her ankles. Hermione was already dressed. She had on khaki pants and a light pink sweater shirt. Her hair was smoothed down and she had it tied back behind her head in a high ponytail. Kerrie had an outfit on her desk chair, a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of pink jeans.
"Mommy, I think you need glasses," She said with a yawn. "It's still dark; it's dangerous for Uncle Harry to be on his broom in the dark."
"It'll be light outside by the time we get to the Quidditch Tournament, sweetie." Hermione laughed softly at her daughter's childish remark. Kerrie got dressed and Hermione walked out the room into the hallway. She looked over the railing down to the living room. Harry, Fred and George had already left. They had to be at the field early if they were going to get in a practice. Well the captain had a thing about practicing, he loved it. He was the same way back at Hogwarts, good old Oliver Wood.
"Hermione, where's the keys? I can't find my shoes." Ron called up.
"It's too early to shout like that!" Ginny complained. Hermione hadn't noticed her. She was curled up on the couch still half a sleep. Obviously waking up at 3:30 wasn't her forte.
"I think the keys are on the key rack." Hermione said and came down the stairs.
"Well, where's the key rack?" Ron asked. The small wooden rack that was supposed to be on the wall by the door was gone.
"Oh, I moved it. That wasn't a good spot for it." Mrs. Weasly said from the kitchen, she was digging through the cooler looking at all the junk food and shaking her head as she took it out and replaced it with a nice healthy sandwich, or a thermos of soup. Mr. Weasly came into the kitchen and grabbed Mrs. Weasly's wrist.
"Dear, the kids know how to take care of the house and the food is ok." Mrs. Weasly smiled at them and her husband. He let go of her wrists and he put the big box of Chocolate Frogs that Mrs. Weasly removed from the cooler and put it back in it.
"So, Mum, where's the key rack?" Ron asked his mother.
"Over the sink." Ron rolled his eyes and kissed his mother on her cheek.
"Ron you made no sense." Ginny said as she sat up on the couch and propped up on the inside arm of the chair. "Why do you need your keys if you can't find your shoes?"
"Because my shoes are in my car, I think." Ron took off with the keys. Kerrie walked down the stairs and rubbed her eyes.
"MOMMY!" Kerrie whined loudly. "This isn't very fun!" She slurred her words together as she came down the stairs. She had two pink rubber bands on her fingers. "Nana, will you make my hair pretty?" She asked. Mrs. Weasly smiled down at her. As she pulled a few strands of hair back she started to talk to her.
"Your cousin Amanda will be there darling." Kerrie crossed her arms.
"I don't like Amanda; she's mean to me. She told me that Santa Claus wasn't real. Is Santa Claus real?" Mrs. Weasly sputtered and looked over to Hermione who wasn't listening to them.
"Yes, Santa is real, of course he is." She started braiding it and kept trying to make conversation with Kerrie. "Amanda's just an angsty teenager who thinks she has to be rude all the time."
"You don't like Amanda either do you, Nana?"
"Don't be silly, I love Amanda, she's a sweet girl when she's not being mean. All her teachers like her."
"How old is Amanda now, Mum?" Ginny asked.
"She's thirteen. Third year student she's loving Hogwarts."
"Why wouldn't she? Hogwarts is amazing!" Hannah said. She didn't talk much.
"When did you see Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. "Anyone want orange juice?" She took the carton out of the fridge.
"Fred took me." She said. She had a very prominent accent. "I'd like a glass." Hermione nodded and poured her a glass of orange juice. Mrs. Weasly tapped Kerrie on the shoulder.
"All done." She said with a smile. Kerrie had two French braided pigtails. Ron came back through the door with his shoes on and the Daily Prophet in his hands.
"Hermione, your article isn't in the paper yet."
"Sometimes you get on my case worse than my editor does, you know that." She growled and drank some orange juice.
"Daddy," Kerrie said, she sounded like she was being very serious. "You need to give Mum a break. She has to write her story and it's her break. You know that."
"Yeah, Daddy." Ginny mocked.
"I think it's time to go." Ron said. "Come on sleepy head wise and sine!" He said and walked over to his little sister and pinched her cheek.
"Christ, you are annoying!" Ginny said as she waved him off.
"Let's go everyone got their things?" Ron said and jingled his keys. Everyone ran around to get their bags and they were out the door. Everyone got in their cars. Ron, Hermione and Kerrie rode all together in Hermione's Honda since Harry had taken Ron's SUV. Ginny said she'd catch up with them and that she'd get an hour or so's sleep. So with that the six of them, minus Ginny, left for the Quidditch Tournament.
Part 2-
Hermione slung her legs over the sides of the bed and slipped her feet into her forest green, fuzzy slippers. Ron snored loudly next to her in the bed. She walked across the room and out the door, creeping down the hallway silently as not to wake the people sleeping in the guest bedrooms down the hallway. She got to the stairs and headed down them quietly. She edged around the living room furniture carefully so she didn't stub her toe. When she got into the kitchen she flicked on the light and poured herself a glass of water. As she turned to drink it she heard a voice behind her.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Hermione turned around with the glass still at her lips.
"Harry! Don't scare me like that!" She whispered loudly. Harry smiled at her. Hermione looked around in the brightly-lit kitchen and all the dark rooms surrounding it.
"Well, do you?" She smiled back at him. She remembered, she remembered exactly what he was talking about, exactly what he was smiling about.
"That was quite a long time ago, Harry." She said and took another sip of her water.
"Not a very long time ago. We only graduated eight years ago."
"And we stopped dating nine and a half years ago." Hermione reminded Harry. "You just need to forget all of that." She said with a smile.
"But who wants to forget the best six months of our lives."
"My best six months weren't with you." She said and took another drink.
"Come on, they were fun." He said and elbowed her in the side. They were fun. It was a very fun, romantic, and adventurous few months. Everything about that time was fresh in Hermione's mind.
***Flashback***
Hermione stood in the cold classroom, rubbing her hands over her arms. She heard the door creak and she ducked behind a desk.
"Hermione?" She heard a whisper from the door and poked her head around the desk and smiled at him. She propped her self up off the floor by her hands. All she could see of Harry was his head; he had the invisibility cloak wrapped under his chin. Hermione giggled at him and kissed his cheek.
"I think Ron might be suspecting something." She smiled at him and he looked behind him as if Ron was there.
"If he were to find out, man that'd be awkward."
"I know, but lets not dwell on that, it just makes sneaking out, waiting for you in the cold Potions room and then seeing you seem oh so unreasonable."
"Sneaking out, just for me? Very nice of you Miney."
"Don't call me Miney." She said and smiled. She threw her arms around his neck and he wrapped his hands around her waist. "Wanna dance?" She asked him. She flicked her wand and music started playing. Then she pointed to the candleholders on the walls and all the candles gave off a soft glow. They danced around the room for a while and after they stopped they just let the music play and the candles flicker in the wind as they sat in each other's arms and waited for the other to say it was time to go back to the Gryffindor Tower.
***Flashback to normal time***
Hermione smiled to Harry. "Like I said, a long time ago." She got another glass down from the cabinet. "Water?"
"Sure." He said and pulled up a stool to the breakfast bar. "Didn't mean to cause one of those awkward silence things." Hermione rolled her eyes and poured Harry his glass of water.
"It was just, sneaking around not to hurt Ron's feelings didn't make sense." She said and handed it to him.
"Well, he had a crush on you." Harry said as if he'd told her for the umpteenth time.
"Yes, but we didn't know that." She said as she pulled up a stool herself.
"Deep down, I think we all did. I mean look at it this way..."
"I don't want to look at it from any other way. If I do I'll feel like I knew and I was well, I hate to sound silly but cheating on him." She interrupted.
"But you weren't Hermione." Harry took a sip of his water. "Besides he dated before marrying you!"
"He never dated my best friend."
"That'd be odd, considering he and I were your best friends."
"Would you stop doing things like that?"
"Do you think we ever got caught?" He asked suddenly.
"I think we would remember getting caught for making out in the Potions room after hours." She said and rolled her eyes.
"Well maybe they let us off or something."
"Do you honestly think a teacher, a teacher at Hogwarts no less, would let two students... Well maybe." She looked down at her water in her hands. "you were Harry Potter."
"I never changed my name, Miney."
"Don't call me Miney." She looked up at him and he smiled at her across the breakfast bar. "That was one of the things that stuck in my mind the most about those months. You calling me that name! Oh how I despised that name, and I couldn't call you anything."
"That was the idea." He was still smiling. Hermione looked back down at her water, there wasn't much left. She picked up the glass and splashed water in his face. He gawked at her as he blinked the water out of his eyes that went past his glasses.
"Nighty night." She said and wiggled her fingers at him and put the glass back on the breakfast bar. Harry wiped his glasses and just chuckled to himself as he heard her come up the stairs and back to her bedroom. Harry hoped this chance encounter in the night didn't spur Hermione's imagination. He had no feelings for her other than platonic ones. Sometimes, he thought he never had.
***
"Kerrie, wake up sweetie pie." Hermione hummed softly into her daughter's ear. Kerrie rubbed her eyes. It was still dark and a few strands of curly red hair were stuck in her eyelashes. Hermione tucked them behind Kerrie's ears. "It's time to get dressed." She said and propped Kerrie up on her bed. Her blue pajama pants slid down her legs and reached her ankles. Hermione was already dressed. She had on khaki pants and a light pink sweater shirt. Her hair was smoothed down and she had it tied back behind her head in a high ponytail. Kerrie had an outfit on her desk chair, a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of pink jeans.
"Mommy, I think you need glasses," She said with a yawn. "It's still dark; it's dangerous for Uncle Harry to be on his broom in the dark."
"It'll be light outside by the time we get to the Quidditch Tournament, sweetie." Hermione laughed softly at her daughter's childish remark. Kerrie got dressed and Hermione walked out the room into the hallway. She looked over the railing down to the living room. Harry, Fred and George had already left. They had to be at the field early if they were going to get in a practice. Well the captain had a thing about practicing, he loved it. He was the same way back at Hogwarts, good old Oliver Wood.
"Hermione, where's the keys? I can't find my shoes." Ron called up.
"It's too early to shout like that!" Ginny complained. Hermione hadn't noticed her. She was curled up on the couch still half a sleep. Obviously waking up at 3:30 wasn't her forte.
"I think the keys are on the key rack." Hermione said and came down the stairs.
"Well, where's the key rack?" Ron asked. The small wooden rack that was supposed to be on the wall by the door was gone.
"Oh, I moved it. That wasn't a good spot for it." Mrs. Weasly said from the kitchen, she was digging through the cooler looking at all the junk food and shaking her head as she took it out and replaced it with a nice healthy sandwich, or a thermos of soup. Mr. Weasly came into the kitchen and grabbed Mrs. Weasly's wrist.
"Dear, the kids know how to take care of the house and the food is ok." Mrs. Weasly smiled at them and her husband. He let go of her wrists and he put the big box of Chocolate Frogs that Mrs. Weasly removed from the cooler and put it back in it.
"So, Mum, where's the key rack?" Ron asked his mother.
"Over the sink." Ron rolled his eyes and kissed his mother on her cheek.
"Ron you made no sense." Ginny said as she sat up on the couch and propped up on the inside arm of the chair. "Why do you need your keys if you can't find your shoes?"
"Because my shoes are in my car, I think." Ron took off with the keys. Kerrie walked down the stairs and rubbed her eyes.
"MOMMY!" Kerrie whined loudly. "This isn't very fun!" She slurred her words together as she came down the stairs. She had two pink rubber bands on her fingers. "Nana, will you make my hair pretty?" She asked. Mrs. Weasly smiled down at her. As she pulled a few strands of hair back she started to talk to her.
"Your cousin Amanda will be there darling." Kerrie crossed her arms.
"I don't like Amanda; she's mean to me. She told me that Santa Claus wasn't real. Is Santa Claus real?" Mrs. Weasly sputtered and looked over to Hermione who wasn't listening to them.
"Yes, Santa is real, of course he is." She started braiding it and kept trying to make conversation with Kerrie. "Amanda's just an angsty teenager who thinks she has to be rude all the time."
"You don't like Amanda either do you, Nana?"
"Don't be silly, I love Amanda, she's a sweet girl when she's not being mean. All her teachers like her."
"How old is Amanda now, Mum?" Ginny asked.
"She's thirteen. Third year student she's loving Hogwarts."
"Why wouldn't she? Hogwarts is amazing!" Hannah said. She didn't talk much.
"When did you see Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. "Anyone want orange juice?" She took the carton out of the fridge.
"Fred took me." She said. She had a very prominent accent. "I'd like a glass." Hermione nodded and poured her a glass of orange juice. Mrs. Weasly tapped Kerrie on the shoulder.
"All done." She said with a smile. Kerrie had two French braided pigtails. Ron came back through the door with his shoes on and the Daily Prophet in his hands.
"Hermione, your article isn't in the paper yet."
"Sometimes you get on my case worse than my editor does, you know that." She growled and drank some orange juice.
"Daddy," Kerrie said, she sounded like she was being very serious. "You need to give Mum a break. She has to write her story and it's her break. You know that."
"Yeah, Daddy." Ginny mocked.
"I think it's time to go." Ron said. "Come on sleepy head wise and sine!" He said and walked over to his little sister and pinched her cheek.
"Christ, you are annoying!" Ginny said as she waved him off.
"Let's go everyone got their things?" Ron said and jingled his keys. Everyone ran around to get their bags and they were out the door. Everyone got in their cars. Ron, Hermione and Kerrie rode all together in Hermione's Honda since Harry had taken Ron's SUV. Ginny said she'd catch up with them and that she'd get an hour or so's sleep. So with that the six of them, minus Ginny, left for the Quidditch Tournament.