Gifted Touch
Hermione tossed her keys onto the desk next to the door. A heavenly aroma washed over her as she entered the living room. Mmmm. Harry is cooking again. It was always fantastic when Harry cooked. Since he was always between jobs, he just couldn't seem to decide what he wanted his profession to be he had taken night courses at a muggle culinary college and boy had they paid off. Hermione couldn't think of a better chef, not even her mother, and that was saying something. Harry still insisted that Joan Granger was the best cook he had ever dined from, then again he was always play flirting with her and playing up his compliments. It was an ongoing joke between the Grangers and Harry that if he had been thirty-two years older or Mrs. Granger thirty-two years younger, Harry would have stolen her away from Robert. Walking into the kitchen, she spotted Harry over the stove, stirring something with a. what was that thing called, she could never remember.oh yes, a whisk. To say the least, Hermione was not a very good cook, save grilled cheese and ready mad soup, and sometimes not even those. "What are you making?" she asked, peaking over his shoulder at something that looked very chocolaty and very good. "I," he replied, "am making you a congratulatory batch of fudge for your first successful day at work." He grinned and pecked her lightly on the cheek. "Speaking of which, how was your first day with our beloved Malfoy?" Hermione went to sit down at the kitchen table. "Mmmm. Harry, you know how much I love your fudge but it'll probably have to wait till tomorrow. I went out to lunch and had a ton of gilati (sp?) for dessert." Harry placed the pan on the counter to cool for a moment. "Who'd you go out to lunch out with?" She smiled slightly. "Draco," was her simple reply. Harry didn't look at all phased. "Where'd you go?" Her smile got a little wider, not by much, but slightly. "Le Petite Bistro." Now, Harry's brow furrowed. "But, you haven't been there since just before Ron." he let his sentence trail off, not wanting to wander into dangerous territory. Hermione's smile faded and she nodded. "I feel like I'm betraying him somehow. That was our place, our favorite place to eat when we went out. He proposed to me there." A tear trickled out of the corner of her eye and slid slowly down her cheek to finally fall off the tip of her chin to disappear somewhere on the floor. Harry walked over to the chair she was sitting in and kneeled down in front of her, hands placed lightly on her knees in a comforting way. "Don't feel that way Mione. Don't ever feel like you're betraying him. He would want you to get on with your life. He wouldn't want you to sit around and be miserable, wasting away during the best years of your life. You're only twenty two for gods sakes." Hermione inhaled loudly, trying not to let her sobs escape her. "I know he would want me to get on with life, but it's only been two years, not to mention the fact that he hated Draco and now I'm dining with the man he hated at our restaurant." More tears began cascading down her cheeks, unstoppable. "Mione, look at me." Hermione looked up slowly. "Mione, did you ever wonder why Ron didn't turn into a ghost when he died?" Hermione shook her head no. "It's because he had no unfinished business. He lived such a full life and you loved him so thoroughly that he had no reason to stick around. Also, do you remember when he gave you that necklace?" Hermione placed her shaking hand around the opal pendant that hung about her neck and nodded. "He gave you that because he knew he was in a dangerous line of work. He knew he wouldn't be around forever and he wanted you to remember that you will always be loved, forever, and as long as you have that around your neck, I hope you won't ever forget that." Hermione's sobs seemed to subside a bit. "I wish there was a way that I could talk to him again. Just once, I would like to ask him what heaven looks like, what it was like for him to die like that, if it hurt. The mediwizards said that he didn't feel any pain, but I'd like to know for myself. And. and I would ask him if he minded that I had feelings for Draco Malfoy."
Hermione tossed her keys onto the desk next to the door. A heavenly aroma washed over her as she entered the living room. Mmmm. Harry is cooking again. It was always fantastic when Harry cooked. Since he was always between jobs, he just couldn't seem to decide what he wanted his profession to be he had taken night courses at a muggle culinary college and boy had they paid off. Hermione couldn't think of a better chef, not even her mother, and that was saying something. Harry still insisted that Joan Granger was the best cook he had ever dined from, then again he was always play flirting with her and playing up his compliments. It was an ongoing joke between the Grangers and Harry that if he had been thirty-two years older or Mrs. Granger thirty-two years younger, Harry would have stolen her away from Robert. Walking into the kitchen, she spotted Harry over the stove, stirring something with a. what was that thing called, she could never remember.oh yes, a whisk. To say the least, Hermione was not a very good cook, save grilled cheese and ready mad soup, and sometimes not even those. "What are you making?" she asked, peaking over his shoulder at something that looked very chocolaty and very good. "I," he replied, "am making you a congratulatory batch of fudge for your first successful day at work." He grinned and pecked her lightly on the cheek. "Speaking of which, how was your first day with our beloved Malfoy?" Hermione went to sit down at the kitchen table. "Mmmm. Harry, you know how much I love your fudge but it'll probably have to wait till tomorrow. I went out to lunch and had a ton of gilati (sp?) for dessert." Harry placed the pan on the counter to cool for a moment. "Who'd you go out to lunch out with?" She smiled slightly. "Draco," was her simple reply. Harry didn't look at all phased. "Where'd you go?" Her smile got a little wider, not by much, but slightly. "Le Petite Bistro." Now, Harry's brow furrowed. "But, you haven't been there since just before Ron." he let his sentence trail off, not wanting to wander into dangerous territory. Hermione's smile faded and she nodded. "I feel like I'm betraying him somehow. That was our place, our favorite place to eat when we went out. He proposed to me there." A tear trickled out of the corner of her eye and slid slowly down her cheek to finally fall off the tip of her chin to disappear somewhere on the floor. Harry walked over to the chair she was sitting in and kneeled down in front of her, hands placed lightly on her knees in a comforting way. "Don't feel that way Mione. Don't ever feel like you're betraying him. He would want you to get on with your life. He wouldn't want you to sit around and be miserable, wasting away during the best years of your life. You're only twenty two for gods sakes." Hermione inhaled loudly, trying not to let her sobs escape her. "I know he would want me to get on with life, but it's only been two years, not to mention the fact that he hated Draco and now I'm dining with the man he hated at our restaurant." More tears began cascading down her cheeks, unstoppable. "Mione, look at me." Hermione looked up slowly. "Mione, did you ever wonder why Ron didn't turn into a ghost when he died?" Hermione shook her head no. "It's because he had no unfinished business. He lived such a full life and you loved him so thoroughly that he had no reason to stick around. Also, do you remember when he gave you that necklace?" Hermione placed her shaking hand around the opal pendant that hung about her neck and nodded. "He gave you that because he knew he was in a dangerous line of work. He knew he wouldn't be around forever and he wanted you to remember that you will always be loved, forever, and as long as you have that around your neck, I hope you won't ever forget that." Hermione's sobs seemed to subside a bit. "I wish there was a way that I could talk to him again. Just once, I would like to ask him what heaven looks like, what it was like for him to die like that, if it hurt. The mediwizards said that he didn't feel any pain, but I'd like to know for myself. And. and I would ask him if he minded that I had feelings for Draco Malfoy."