A Turn of Events
By LadyTiffany
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Hermione Granger yawned a mighty yawn and sat up. She looked around the unfamiliar room and had to think for a moment before she remembered where she was. Ah right, Harry Potter's guest bedroom. She pulled her left hand from under the covers and gazed at it. On the ring finger was the beautiful princess cut diamond engagement ring that Severus had given her just yesterday. Right before he left. She pulled the thick down comforter tighter around her and yawned once more before getting out of bed. She threw on her floor length terry cloth bathrobe and made her way to the bathroom.
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Harry Potter awoke to the muffled sound of a hair blow dryer. He squinted his eyes as he strained to see the numbers on his bedside clock. The red numbers told him that it was eight o'clock in the morning. 'What in Voldemort's name is she doing up this early?' Harry thought with horror. He stretched a little and dropped his head back on his feather pillow and was out in seconds.
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After Hermione finished getting ready for the day, she made her way to Harry's kitchen clad in a pair of blue jeans and a light pink sweater finished off with thick socks on her feet. She scuffled around the kitchen rummaging here and there trying to find something to make a decent breakfast with. Eventually, she came up with some bacon, toast, juice, and fruit. While she was cooking the bacon she heard some rustlings coming from Harry's bedroom. Not much later her emerged into the kitchen wearing pajama pants, his glasses covered eyes closed.
"Following your nose?" Hermione asked playfully.
Harry opened one eye and looked at her. "You're looking well."
Hermione shrugged. "I figured Severus would hate me if he came home and figured I had been miserable the entire time." She walked over to Harry, who was seated on a bar stool next to the counter and placed a plate of food in front of him.
"He'd hate himself more." Harry added.
Hermione nodded in silent agreement. "I think I'm going to go back to the Snape's. Severus's family has been ever so nice, and I think I'd like to hang out with his niece, Elisabeth."
"Mm-hmm," Harry said, his mouth full of bacon. He finished eating that bit and took a sip of juice. "Elisabeth, I remember her, she's a cutie."
Hermione looked over at him from the stove where she was dishing herself out some food. She raised an eyebrow in a very Snape-like manner.
"Jeez, you've only been engaged for what?" Harry said, looking at Hermione's raised eyebrow. "Not even twenty-four hours, and your already turning into him. Anyway, what? She's cute." Harry said.
"She's sixteen, Harry." Hermione stated matter-of-factly.
"Like you should talk! You boyfriend is twice your age!" Harry countered, taking a bite of toast.
"Yeah, well, this is different!" Hermione tried in vain to save herself.
"Really?" Harry asked. His tone filled with amusement and sarcasm.
"Well, yeah. mean.." Hermione sputtered. Harry raised his eyebrows at her. Hermione blushed, "Shut up, Harry."
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Hermione threw on her favorite cloak. It was a black with bewitched glittering stars that danced and hopped around the cloak, sometimes they would even disappear. She cast cleaning charms on her clothes and neatly packed them in her bag. She placed an anti-static charm on her hair brush and ran it threw her hair once more. She threw that in the bag too. She put her wand in a carefully hidden pocket up her sleeves that she had paid extra to be custom fitted into all of her robes and cloaks and she left the guest room.
Hermione threw her bag over he shoulder and made her way to the kitchen where Harry had returned to after getting himself ready for the morning. Harry saw Hermione enter the kitchen, a scarf around her neck that matched her baby pink sweater and her winter cloak on. Her long brunette hair flowed down her back.
"You off then?" He asked, putting down the Daily Prophet.
"Yeah, I'm going back to the Snape's manor, now," Hermione said.
Harry got up and led Hermione to the door. The stopped at the entrance and he enveloped his best friend in a hug.
"Now, about Ron." He began with a grin.
Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes. "What a time to bring that up, Mr. Potter."
"We'll take care of it another time." Harry said. He looked at his friend. "You take care, okay? Floo me if you need anything at all."
"Thanks Harry, you're the best." Hermione said with sincerity in her eyes before stepping off the porch and disapperating.
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Hermione Granger yawned a mighty yawn and sat up. She looked around the unfamiliar room and had to think for a moment before she remembered where she was. Ah right, Harry Potter's guest bedroom. She pulled her left hand from under the covers and gazed at it. On the ring finger was the beautiful princess cut diamond engagement ring that Severus had given her just yesterday. Right before he left. She pulled the thick down comforter tighter around her and yawned once more before getting out of bed. She threw on her floor length terry cloth bathrobe and made her way to the bathroom.
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Harry Potter awoke to the muffled sound of a hair blow dryer. He squinted his eyes as he strained to see the numbers on his bedside clock. The red numbers told him that it was eight o'clock in the morning. 'What in Voldemort's name is she doing up this early?' Harry thought with horror. He stretched a little and dropped his head back on his feather pillow and was out in seconds.
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After Hermione finished getting ready for the day, she made her way to Harry's kitchen clad in a pair of blue jeans and a light pink sweater finished off with thick socks on her feet. She scuffled around the kitchen rummaging here and there trying to find something to make a decent breakfast with. Eventually, she came up with some bacon, toast, juice, and fruit. While she was cooking the bacon she heard some rustlings coming from Harry's bedroom. Not much later her emerged into the kitchen wearing pajama pants, his glasses covered eyes closed.
"Following your nose?" Hermione asked playfully.
Harry opened one eye and looked at her. "You're looking well."
Hermione shrugged. "I figured Severus would hate me if he came home and figured I had been miserable the entire time." She walked over to Harry, who was seated on a bar stool next to the counter and placed a plate of food in front of him.
"He'd hate himself more." Harry added.
Hermione nodded in silent agreement. "I think I'm going to go back to the Snape's. Severus's family has been ever so nice, and I think I'd like to hang out with his niece, Elisabeth."
"Mm-hmm," Harry said, his mouth full of bacon. He finished eating that bit and took a sip of juice. "Elisabeth, I remember her, she's a cutie."
Hermione looked over at him from the stove where she was dishing herself out some food. She raised an eyebrow in a very Snape-like manner.
"Jeez, you've only been engaged for what?" Harry said, looking at Hermione's raised eyebrow. "Not even twenty-four hours, and your already turning into him. Anyway, what? She's cute." Harry said.
"She's sixteen, Harry." Hermione stated matter-of-factly.
"Like you should talk! You boyfriend is twice your age!" Harry countered, taking a bite of toast.
"Yeah, well, this is different!" Hermione tried in vain to save herself.
"Really?" Harry asked. His tone filled with amusement and sarcasm.
"Well, yeah. mean.." Hermione sputtered. Harry raised his eyebrows at her. Hermione blushed, "Shut up, Harry."
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Hermione threw on her favorite cloak. It was a black with bewitched glittering stars that danced and hopped around the cloak, sometimes they would even disappear. She cast cleaning charms on her clothes and neatly packed them in her bag. She placed an anti-static charm on her hair brush and ran it threw her hair once more. She threw that in the bag too. She put her wand in a carefully hidden pocket up her sleeves that she had paid extra to be custom fitted into all of her robes and cloaks and she left the guest room.
Hermione threw her bag over he shoulder and made her way to the kitchen where Harry had returned to after getting himself ready for the morning. Harry saw Hermione enter the kitchen, a scarf around her neck that matched her baby pink sweater and her winter cloak on. Her long brunette hair flowed down her back.
"You off then?" He asked, putting down the Daily Prophet.
"Yeah, I'm going back to the Snape's manor, now," Hermione said.
Harry got up and led Hermione to the door. The stopped at the entrance and he enveloped his best friend in a hug.
"Now, about Ron." He began with a grin.
Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes. "What a time to bring that up, Mr. Potter."
"We'll take care of it another time." Harry said. He looked at his friend. "You take care, okay? Floo me if you need anything at all."
"Thanks Harry, you're the best." Hermione said with sincerity in her eyes before stepping off the porch and disapperating.
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