A.N This is the sequel to Secrets Withheld, so I HIGHLY recommend that you read that one first or you'll have no idea what's going on in this one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No own.
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Hermione waved good-bye to Harry and stepped into the limo. She didn't feel the need to talk to Ron. Harry would just tell him that she went home and that would be that.
As the limo turned around and sped up the dusty road, Hermione curled herself up in a ball on the leather seat, a sad look on her face. Would Ron ever not be angry at her for something? Were they doomed to fight for the rest of their lives? Would he ever talk to her again after she married Viktor? There was no doubt in her mind that she would marry Viktor. It was just that Ron meant a lot to her.
"To your parents?" the chauffeur asked.
"Yes, please," she replied and looked out the window and the beautiful scenery.
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"Mum! Dad!" Hermione walked into the house.
"Hermione?" That was Veronica, Hermione's mother, coming out of the kitchen.
Tom walked out from the bathroom. "What are you doing home so soon? I thought you'd be there longer."
"I had to come and tell you the news," Hermione said happily.
"What news?" her father questioned.
"The good news," she replied.
"Well, what good news?" Veronica asked excitedly.
"Viktor and I have been talking. We decided that we want to get married." Hermione waited patiently, looking at the different expressions on her parents' faces.
"WHAT?!?!" That was Tom.
"Tom, please, there's no need to be upset," Veronica cooed to her husband. "If this is what Hermione wants..."
"WANTS?? Since when does this have anything to do with wants? She's fifteen!" They were talking like she wasn't even there. It was so unfair.
"But, if they love each other..."
"Since when does marrying young have to do with love? They only anyone marries at that age is when their pregnant!" And with that both her parents' heads turned to look at her.
"No," she said softly. She shook her head. "Of course not."
Tom and Vernica exchanged glances. "Hermione, would you mind giving you father and I some privacy?"
Hermione turned and walked up to her room. She sat on her bed and waited. Downstairs her parents were yelling.
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Rather dramatic, I must say, but that's the way the fic rolls. *watches fic roll down hill* Yup, that's the way it rolls.
Thank yous to:
Inu-Yashayoshi: I like Harry....You are a tad sadistic. Forget tad. You are REALLY sadistic. Course, I don't like Ron, so do what you like with him.
Shelly Salmalin: Yay!! I am!!
Angel-Goddess: Oh good! Romantic!! Yay!!! Romance is good! If only life were that easy...*sighs* My ex boyfriend likes to hang out with my friends and me now. *shakes head* He didn't enjoy it at all when we were actually going out. Now he's always with us. It must be the fact that we hated him. My friend is still mad at him though.
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Hermione waved good-bye to Harry and stepped into the limo. She didn't feel the need to talk to Ron. Harry would just tell him that she went home and that would be that.
As the limo turned around and sped up the dusty road, Hermione curled herself up in a ball on the leather seat, a sad look on her face. Would Ron ever not be angry at her for something? Were they doomed to fight for the rest of their lives? Would he ever talk to her again after she married Viktor? There was no doubt in her mind that she would marry Viktor. It was just that Ron meant a lot to her.
"To your parents?" the chauffeur asked.
"Yes, please," she replied and looked out the window and the beautiful scenery.
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"Mum! Dad!" Hermione walked into the house.
"Hermione?" That was Veronica, Hermione's mother, coming out of the kitchen.
Tom walked out from the bathroom. "What are you doing home so soon? I thought you'd be there longer."
"I had to come and tell you the news," Hermione said happily.
"What news?" her father questioned.
"The good news," she replied.
"Well, what good news?" Veronica asked excitedly.
"Viktor and I have been talking. We decided that we want to get married." Hermione waited patiently, looking at the different expressions on her parents' faces.
"WHAT?!?!" That was Tom.
"Tom, please, there's no need to be upset," Veronica cooed to her husband. "If this is what Hermione wants..."
"WANTS?? Since when does this have anything to do with wants? She's fifteen!" They were talking like she wasn't even there. It was so unfair.
"But, if they love each other..."
"Since when does marrying young have to do with love? They only anyone marries at that age is when their pregnant!" And with that both her parents' heads turned to look at her.
"No," she said softly. She shook her head. "Of course not."
Tom and Vernica exchanged glances. "Hermione, would you mind giving you father and I some privacy?"
Hermione turned and walked up to her room. She sat on her bed and waited. Downstairs her parents were yelling.
*****
Rather dramatic, I must say, but that's the way the fic rolls. *watches fic roll down hill* Yup, that's the way it rolls.
Thank yous to:
Inu-Yashayoshi: I like Harry....You are a tad sadistic. Forget tad. You are REALLY sadistic. Course, I don't like Ron, so do what you like with him.
Shelly Salmalin: Yay!! I am!!
Angel-Goddess: Oh good! Romantic!! Yay!!! Romance is good! If only life were that easy...*sighs* My ex boyfriend likes to hang out with my friends and me now. *shakes head* He didn't enjoy it at all when we were actually going out. Now he's always with us. It must be the fact that we hated him. My friend is still mad at him though.
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