By Cupidz Moft
Disclaimer: It's my second time saying this. WE ALL KNOW THAT J.K. ROWLING OWNS EVERY BLOODY THING! AND WE ARE ONLY FANFIC WRITERS!
Chapter 2-'I Have to Explain to You of What Happened'
"Mum?" Hermione called to the kitchen. Again she heard footsteps behind her. So she spun around.
"Oh, Hermione!" her mother sobbed. She blew her nose inside a Muggle tissue. She hugged her daughter so hard, Hermione was about to fall. "Sorry," she mumbled.
Hermione convinced her mother to sit down so she could hear what the fuck was going on. They both sat down in an awkward silence. The thing that broke the silence was all of the sniffing.
"What's wrong, Mum?" she asked. Mrs. Granger looked up, and then sobbed back inside the tissue. She was like a frog. When Mrs. Granger looked up at her daughter, she was the frog trying to catch its prey with their tongue. But now the frog wasn't hungry, so it sat stiffly on a lily pad.
"Your…" Mrs. Granger started to say.
"By the way, where's dad?" Hermione wondered curiously. She checked her Muggle watch. Only two pm. Probably at the office. "Why aren't you at work?" she questioned.
"Oh, my baby," Mrs. Granger said. She looked up again, trying to find the fly.
"Oh, Hermione." Hermione cradled her mother.
"What is it? I want to know right now!" she commanded but in a gentle tone.
"Hermione, you father died last night." Tonya Granger (A/N- Did J.K. Rowling say anything about Mrs. Granger's first name? No, I don't think so. Therefore I made up my own. It IS my fanfiction, btw!) said, like she didn't care at all. Her voice was as stiff as a stone. Right now Hermione wanted to call her stonewoman, but how can there be laughter and amusement in the situation that she was in right now?
Hermine stiffened up herself. "How-, wha--, WHAT?" she finally managed to spit out. The spit landed on Hermione's new straightened hair.
Her mother repeated the 'tragic' words that she had just said, but in a whisper that nobody but herself could hear. Hermione only heard mumbling.
"How could daddy die?" Hermione said. Then she burst out in tears, hugging her mother until no tear was left that would come out of their eyes.
The next afternoon, Hermione woke up at one. She obviously slept on the couch. Her skirt was wrinkled, her eyes puffy and her nose dry. Hermione stood up, walked into the kitchen and poured herself some coffee. Then she went to her mother's room. To her surprise, her mother was in the shower.
'How can she shower at a time like this?' Hermione thought to herself. Maybe she had already moved on in life. After all they were divorced two years ago, when Hermione was in her fifth year in Hogwarts. 'But if she cried like that, she definitely still loves him,' she thought again.
"I wonder how his freaking girlfriend is reacting to it," she said aloud.
"Probably doesn't give a damn about him. She probably only wanted his money," came Mrs. Granger from behind.
"Mum. I thought you were taking a shower," Hermione said, startled.
"I just finished. Now I want to talk to you. I need to tell you what happened." Mrs. Granger said.
So they sat down at the table, drinking coffee while Mrs. Granger explained what happened. "You know, he was cheating with Mrs. Weasley. She happens to make an exception when it comes to very good looking, rich Muggles, like your father. One day I came back home, when you were in Hogwarts, studying transforming into, animals I believe?" Hermione nodded. "Yes. He told me he was going on a business trip to America to show some of his new product that he invented at a meeting. But actually he lied to me." Hermione's jaw dropped. Ron's mother? Her beloved father sleeping with Mrs. Weasley? That just didn't look right. "And, Molly lied to her family. So the next day, Mr. Weasley up and went to kill your father. Now I love him very much, but I still miss him a lot. We don't love each other romantically, but we still have intimate feelings of friendship. You understand right? You are 16!" Hermione got up and hugged her mother.
"Yes, mum. I am so sorry of what happened. Come to think of it I don't miss my father. I hated him very much, anyways."
"I know you do. You never got along after Hogwarts, but he still loved you very much. He's watching from heaven. Don't do any bad omens." Mrs. Granger got up and started doing the dishes. Just then an owl came, and dropped a howler onto Hermione's lap.