"Hermione. My Hermione." Her mother was saying, stroking her other
hand. Hermione was still trying to comprehend everything, and sort out the
questions in her head.
This was a jolly good fun chapter to write! Harry was being all inquisitive and such. Adorable, isn't it?
"We've wanted to see you for so long." Her Dad said, smiling down on her. "You've turned into such a beautiful young lady." Hermione couldn't utter a word.
"And who's this?" Her father asked, asking the question everyone was asking - even Hermione and Ron. "You're boyfriend?" He smiled teasingly and Hermione's face turned pink. She looked at Ron and his was even redder. Hermione could imagine Harry's reaction, 'No! We're just friends' he'd say. But Ron - no one had really asked her that before. They were - well, she was holding his hand! Surprisingly though, he didn't let go and instead, he smiled.
"I'm Ron. Ron Weasly." He said, standing to shake her father's hand. Her father chuckled.
"Very well, Ron, I'm Jack. This is my wife, Julie. And if you two are dating," he said, "You're a very adorable couple nonetheless." He winked at Ron and squeezed Hermione's shoulder. Her eyes widened as she tried to say something. Anything!
"You . . ." She squeaked out. Her forehead was crinkled, trying desperately to comprehend. If it weren't her life, she'd understand. But her parents - they died. She hasn't even gotten used to that now, and she's adopted? What's going on? "Who?" She whispered. "My parents . . ."
"Hermione, I'm terribly sorry. We should have waited awhile to tell you about this." Dumbledore said. Hermione slowly nodded. She stared at the people that claimed to be her parents. Her REAL parents. Come to take her away . . . as nice as they were-
"Professor?" A dark haired boy was standing at the door.
"Why hello, Harry." Dumbledore greeted him and Hermione gave him a helpless look. Immediately, he took control.
"Who are you?" He said to the couple.
"We're Hermione's parents." The father answered. "I'm Jack and my wife's Julie. We-"
"Mion's parents died two days ago." He conquered.
"Her adopted parents did." Julie replied sadly. "I am her biological mother." Harry stood, looking like he was struck by a weight in the stomach.
"Why did you come about now?" He said, quickly reclaiming his strength.
"We were ready to take her in." Jack replied, taking Harry up for the challenge.
"Fifteen years later?"
"We had to get enough money to support her."
"Did you know her parents died?"
"Yes. Dumbledore send us an owl after he got Hermione's parent's letter." It pleased Harry that he called Hermione's parents her parents. Almost satisfied, he turned his look of anger to suspicion. Inside Hermione was smiling. She knew Harry would take charge. Someone had to sort things out, and for once, it wasn't Hermione.
"Are you trying to take her in?"
"Not unless she wants to. We do have-"
"When did you get the letter?" He turned to Dumbledore, cutting off Hermione's parents. Hermione smiled a little.
"Why, yesterday. They must have sent it once they arrived home." Dumbledore was amused.
"Why did her parents send a letter?"
"To tell her she was adopted. It was less confusing on parchment." Harry looked a little less suspicious and Hermione's parents didn't look angry. If they were, Hermione would be very upset. Her father was amused, his brown eyes laughing. Her mother looked taken back; she was a bit more serious, Hermione could tell.
"This is the boyfriend, then?" Jack was chuckling.
"No. We're just friends." Harry rolled his eyes a bit and sat down next to Hermione. She giggled at the way he could be so predictable.
I never saw Harry that way; of course, he's too much of a big brother. That's exactly how to describe him. Warm, defending, and comforting. Almost like a dog.
Hermione laughed at herself.
She never really saw Harry that way; they were always too close to take it to the next level. Of course sometimes I feel like I fancy him, but we spend so much time together, we'd surely get on each other's nerves. We're inseparable. But Ron . . .
I didn't tell Ron about last night. I can't! He'd be mad about Malfoy. Jealous. I can't help but notice that Ron's been very jealous over every guy I liked. Numerous times he said bad things about them. Especially Malfoy. Not that I've ever liked him. But now I'm not so sure. Ron and I, we were never that close. Of course, we had our moments. He's always been protective and jealous. Not like Harry - different. Yes, Ron was very different. He was always the one standing up, taking action. Harry had his moments with that too, but usually it was comforting words. Ron - well, he's made me feel like I was the most beautiful person ever. But he's also sent me sobbing into the girls' lavatory. Ron. Her thoughts drifted back into real life and she smiled at him. She turned to Harry and smiled too. With them, she knew everything was going to be fine.
This was a jolly good fun chapter to write! Harry was being all inquisitive and such. Adorable, isn't it?
"We've wanted to see you for so long." Her Dad said, smiling down on her. "You've turned into such a beautiful young lady." Hermione couldn't utter a word.
"And who's this?" Her father asked, asking the question everyone was asking - even Hermione and Ron. "You're boyfriend?" He smiled teasingly and Hermione's face turned pink. She looked at Ron and his was even redder. Hermione could imagine Harry's reaction, 'No! We're just friends' he'd say. But Ron - no one had really asked her that before. They were - well, she was holding his hand! Surprisingly though, he didn't let go and instead, he smiled.
"I'm Ron. Ron Weasly." He said, standing to shake her father's hand. Her father chuckled.
"Very well, Ron, I'm Jack. This is my wife, Julie. And if you two are dating," he said, "You're a very adorable couple nonetheless." He winked at Ron and squeezed Hermione's shoulder. Her eyes widened as she tried to say something. Anything!
"You . . ." She squeaked out. Her forehead was crinkled, trying desperately to comprehend. If it weren't her life, she'd understand. But her parents - they died. She hasn't even gotten used to that now, and she's adopted? What's going on? "Who?" She whispered. "My parents . . ."
"Hermione, I'm terribly sorry. We should have waited awhile to tell you about this." Dumbledore said. Hermione slowly nodded. She stared at the people that claimed to be her parents. Her REAL parents. Come to take her away . . . as nice as they were-
"Professor?" A dark haired boy was standing at the door.
"Why hello, Harry." Dumbledore greeted him and Hermione gave him a helpless look. Immediately, he took control.
"Who are you?" He said to the couple.
"We're Hermione's parents." The father answered. "I'm Jack and my wife's Julie. We-"
"Mion's parents died two days ago." He conquered.
"Her adopted parents did." Julie replied sadly. "I am her biological mother." Harry stood, looking like he was struck by a weight in the stomach.
"Why did you come about now?" He said, quickly reclaiming his strength.
"We were ready to take her in." Jack replied, taking Harry up for the challenge.
"Fifteen years later?"
"We had to get enough money to support her."
"Did you know her parents died?"
"Yes. Dumbledore send us an owl after he got Hermione's parent's letter." It pleased Harry that he called Hermione's parents her parents. Almost satisfied, he turned his look of anger to suspicion. Inside Hermione was smiling. She knew Harry would take charge. Someone had to sort things out, and for once, it wasn't Hermione.
"Are you trying to take her in?"
"Not unless she wants to. We do have-"
"When did you get the letter?" He turned to Dumbledore, cutting off Hermione's parents. Hermione smiled a little.
"Why, yesterday. They must have sent it once they arrived home." Dumbledore was amused.
"Why did her parents send a letter?"
"To tell her she was adopted. It was less confusing on parchment." Harry looked a little less suspicious and Hermione's parents didn't look angry. If they were, Hermione would be very upset. Her father was amused, his brown eyes laughing. Her mother looked taken back; she was a bit more serious, Hermione could tell.
"This is the boyfriend, then?" Jack was chuckling.
"No. We're just friends." Harry rolled his eyes a bit and sat down next to Hermione. She giggled at the way he could be so predictable.
I never saw Harry that way; of course, he's too much of a big brother. That's exactly how to describe him. Warm, defending, and comforting. Almost like a dog.
Hermione laughed at herself.
She never really saw Harry that way; they were always too close to take it to the next level. Of course sometimes I feel like I fancy him, but we spend so much time together, we'd surely get on each other's nerves. We're inseparable. But Ron . . .
I didn't tell Ron about last night. I can't! He'd be mad about Malfoy. Jealous. I can't help but notice that Ron's been very jealous over every guy I liked. Numerous times he said bad things about them. Especially Malfoy. Not that I've ever liked him. But now I'm not so sure. Ron and I, we were never that close. Of course, we had our moments. He's always been protective and jealous. Not like Harry - different. Yes, Ron was very different. He was always the one standing up, taking action. Harry had his moments with that too, but usually it was comforting words. Ron - well, he's made me feel like I was the most beautiful person ever. But he's also sent me sobbing into the girls' lavatory. Ron. Her thoughts drifted back into real life and she smiled at him. She turned to Harry and smiled too. With them, she knew everything was going to be fine.