Disclaimer: refer to Chapter 1
A/N: Hey you guys! I must really be in a writing mood! Here's the third installment of Kismet.
~*~Last time in Kismet.
As I entered the room, I found Percy Weasley sitting alongside a young man. They were laughing quietly before taking notice of my entrance. Percy immediately came to my side.
"Good morning, how are you doing?" He gave me a pat on the back before closing the door behind me. I sat my case on the table, and answered, "Fine, thank you. And yourself?"
"Great, thanks. I would like to introduce you to a young gentleman, Hermione, one who I believe will be a great deal of help to you here. May I introduce - "
I put my hand up to stop him, as the man stood up and approached us. I let out a silent sigh as I finished for Percy. "Greggory Mathers."
"Good Morning, Ms. Granger." ~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 3 - Bad Dreams~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Hermione's POV)
That was how he and I met... We became very good friends before persuasion from Ron, Harry, Ginny and Leighanne made us start going out. About four years after we met, we were married. We tried having children, but couldn't. I had had one or two miscarriages before we realized we couldn't have children, period. The doctors concluded it was something in Gregg that made it impossible for me to become a mother and he a father. He was scheduled for an exam a week after he died.
I had been excited that day. I was at work, and awaiting my husband's arrival that night. He was away on a business trip, and despite the fact we could both apparate, we used muggle transportation occasionally; this just happened to be one of those times.
I remember how I left work that day with the biggest smile on my face. I had found out that I was pregnant the previous day, and wanted it to be Gregg's coming home surprise. When I got back to our home, I called up Ron and told him how excited I was about being pregnant. He still couldn't believe that I had finally gotten pregnant, and I was farther along with this baby than I had been with the miscarriages. He told me his congrats before we hung up, and I waited up for my husband.
I remember curling up in bed to read a book, and I guess I fell asleep, because next thing I knew the phone was ringing. I looked at the clock. it read 2:03 am in bright crimson numerals. Finally after the third ring I reached for the phone.
"Oh my God. Hermione, turn on the tellie, now!" At the sound of Leighanne's voice, I sat straight up in bed. She was yelling and crying for me to turn on the television. I groped for the remote, and did as she wished. "Channel two! Channel two!"
I turned to channel two and heard the news reporter saying that a British Airliner had taken off at 4:30 the previous day. the day Gregg was supposed to be home. I held the phone limply in my hand, against my ear, as I strained to hear what the man on the television was saying. Leighanne was screaming into my ear and asking what flight Gregg was due in on. I mumbled something about having to go, and then hung the phone up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Ron's POV)
Leighanne called my house and asked if I could take her over to Hermione's. Her voice was cracking, and it sounded as if she was crying. I said, "Sure, I'll be there in a jiffy." I leapt out of my bed, and threw on some pants and a t-shirt. I grabbed my keys and headed over to her house. When I got there, she was already waiting for me, and didn't even wait for me to stop the car before she jumped into it, and pointed in Hermione's direction. The door was unlocked when we got there, and I opened it cautiously. I heard Hermione upstairs, crying loudly, and took the stairs two at a time, Leighanne right behind myself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Leighanne's POV)
We ran into 'Mione's bedroom, and found her lying in the middle of the bed, the TV on mute, and tissues covering the ground. Ron ran to her side, and pulled her against himself, brushing away the hair from her face and wiping her tears. She sobbed into his shoulder, and he looked at me over her head, with this look that anyone could decipher. He was genuinely worried about her, as any friend would be. She was grasping his shirt, her hands wound into fists, beating at his chest. I sat down behind her, and rubbed her back slowly, hoping to calm her down. I don't know how long we sat there, but I remember her finally getting the hiccups, and sitting up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Hermione's POV)
Leighanne got me some water from the bathroom, and told me to lean against the headboard. She put the glass to my lips, and I let the cool liquid slide down my parched throat. I felt as if the world had been taken from underneath me. Someone had played a nasty trick on me, and all I wanted to do was pull my blanket off of my head and wake up. It was just a horrible dream. it had to be, right?
A/N: Hey you guys! I must really be in a writing mood! Here's the third installment of Kismet.
~*~Last time in Kismet.
As I entered the room, I found Percy Weasley sitting alongside a young man. They were laughing quietly before taking notice of my entrance. Percy immediately came to my side.
"Good morning, how are you doing?" He gave me a pat on the back before closing the door behind me. I sat my case on the table, and answered, "Fine, thank you. And yourself?"
"Great, thanks. I would like to introduce you to a young gentleman, Hermione, one who I believe will be a great deal of help to you here. May I introduce - "
I put my hand up to stop him, as the man stood up and approached us. I let out a silent sigh as I finished for Percy. "Greggory Mathers."
"Good Morning, Ms. Granger." ~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 3 - Bad Dreams~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Hermione's POV)
That was how he and I met... We became very good friends before persuasion from Ron, Harry, Ginny and Leighanne made us start going out. About four years after we met, we were married. We tried having children, but couldn't. I had had one or two miscarriages before we realized we couldn't have children, period. The doctors concluded it was something in Gregg that made it impossible for me to become a mother and he a father. He was scheduled for an exam a week after he died.
I had been excited that day. I was at work, and awaiting my husband's arrival that night. He was away on a business trip, and despite the fact we could both apparate, we used muggle transportation occasionally; this just happened to be one of those times.
I remember how I left work that day with the biggest smile on my face. I had found out that I was pregnant the previous day, and wanted it to be Gregg's coming home surprise. When I got back to our home, I called up Ron and told him how excited I was about being pregnant. He still couldn't believe that I had finally gotten pregnant, and I was farther along with this baby than I had been with the miscarriages. He told me his congrats before we hung up, and I waited up for my husband.
I remember curling up in bed to read a book, and I guess I fell asleep, because next thing I knew the phone was ringing. I looked at the clock. it read 2:03 am in bright crimson numerals. Finally after the third ring I reached for the phone.
"Oh my God. Hermione, turn on the tellie, now!" At the sound of Leighanne's voice, I sat straight up in bed. She was yelling and crying for me to turn on the television. I groped for the remote, and did as she wished. "Channel two! Channel two!"
I turned to channel two and heard the news reporter saying that a British Airliner had taken off at 4:30 the previous day. the day Gregg was supposed to be home. I held the phone limply in my hand, against my ear, as I strained to hear what the man on the television was saying. Leighanne was screaming into my ear and asking what flight Gregg was due in on. I mumbled something about having to go, and then hung the phone up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Ron's POV)
Leighanne called my house and asked if I could take her over to Hermione's. Her voice was cracking, and it sounded as if she was crying. I said, "Sure, I'll be there in a jiffy." I leapt out of my bed, and threw on some pants and a t-shirt. I grabbed my keys and headed over to her house. When I got there, she was already waiting for me, and didn't even wait for me to stop the car before she jumped into it, and pointed in Hermione's direction. The door was unlocked when we got there, and I opened it cautiously. I heard Hermione upstairs, crying loudly, and took the stairs two at a time, Leighanne right behind myself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Leighanne's POV)
We ran into 'Mione's bedroom, and found her lying in the middle of the bed, the TV on mute, and tissues covering the ground. Ron ran to her side, and pulled her against himself, brushing away the hair from her face and wiping her tears. She sobbed into his shoulder, and he looked at me over her head, with this look that anyone could decipher. He was genuinely worried about her, as any friend would be. She was grasping his shirt, her hands wound into fists, beating at his chest. I sat down behind her, and rubbed her back slowly, hoping to calm her down. I don't know how long we sat there, but I remember her finally getting the hiccups, and sitting up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Hermione's POV)
Leighanne got me some water from the bathroom, and told me to lean against the headboard. She put the glass to my lips, and I let the cool liquid slide down my parched throat. I felt as if the world had been taken from underneath me. Someone had played a nasty trick on me, and all I wanted to do was pull my blanket off of my head and wake up. It was just a horrible dream. it had to be, right?