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"Hermione! Hullo! Come on, Dad has the Anglia out front. Mum actually let us use it to come get you!" Ron enclosed Hermione in a great big hug. He was taller then ever, and just as gangly, and his hair and freckles stood out against his otherwise pale complexion. As he pulled away she saw a large, goofy grin on his face.
"Hermione, love, how nice to see you!" The plump Molly Weasly wrapped her arms around Hermione, tugging her into a hug. "Ron, get her trunk if you will. Hermione, where are your parents, dear?"
"They are in the house. Mum says to come in and have a quick tea before we
leave." Hermione answered. She led Mrs. Weasly into the house.
"Ok, dear. I should go get Arthur. He will never forgive me if he misses this chance to talk to muggles. Arthur, bring Ron in to have tea." Molly called to her husband. He walked up the path to the house and said:
"Blimey! Hermione, do you think your Dad will show me his tools? Can I test your ekeltricity?" He asked excitedly as he followed the others into the kitchen. He squeaked excitedly when he saw the blender. "Wow, I have been trying to get my hands on one of these, but none of the stores in the wizarding world seem to sell them! May I?" He asked Mr. Granger, who was sitting at the kitchen table.
"Be my guest. Now, see, those blades...." He motioned to the blender, explaining all the features.
"Come in, have some tea." Mrs. Granger said to Molly. "You must have had a long trip. Sit down and chat for a while."
While the adults socialized Ron and Hermione went upstairs to get her trunk.
Ron, who was turning a slight shade of red, beamed at Hermione. "We picked up Harry yesterday. Ginny's in a right state. She has had your bed ready for a week. Everyone is home, Percy just finished moving his things back." Percy had moved away before Cornelius Fudge realized that Voldemort was back. "Lets get your trunk in the car." He picked up one side while Hermione got the other. They struggled down the stairs and out the door.
"What have you got in here, bricks?" Ron joked.
"Of course not, Ron, I bought some new books for extra reading. How come no one else came?" She asked.
Ron turned even more red and stammered "Well...I...um...look, here come Mum and Dad." He changed the subject. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were walking down the path to the car, accompanied by Hermione's parents.
"All right, both of you. We had better get going if we want to miss the thunder storm that they predicted." Mr. Weasly opened the door and slid into the drivers seat. Mrs. Weasly and Ron followed.
Hermione turned to her parents, teary eyed. "Well, I guess I will see you at Christmas. I love you." She hugged both of her parents and got in the car. Mr. Weasly started the car and they all flew of into the sky.
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Sorry, everyone, for all the mistakes, I am not very good at proof reading. I hope you aren't too mad. Wait, no, the word is upset. Mad means crazy in some countries. Do you know how hard it is to write with slang from a different country? Phew!
"Hermione! Hullo! Come on, Dad has the Anglia out front. Mum actually let us use it to come get you!" Ron enclosed Hermione in a great big hug. He was taller then ever, and just as gangly, and his hair and freckles stood out against his otherwise pale complexion. As he pulled away she saw a large, goofy grin on his face.
"Hermione, love, how nice to see you!" The plump Molly Weasly wrapped her arms around Hermione, tugging her into a hug. "Ron, get her trunk if you will. Hermione, where are your parents, dear?"
"They are in the house. Mum says to come in and have a quick tea before we
leave." Hermione answered. She led Mrs. Weasly into the house.
"Ok, dear. I should go get Arthur. He will never forgive me if he misses this chance to talk to muggles. Arthur, bring Ron in to have tea." Molly called to her husband. He walked up the path to the house and said:
"Blimey! Hermione, do you think your Dad will show me his tools? Can I test your ekeltricity?" He asked excitedly as he followed the others into the kitchen. He squeaked excitedly when he saw the blender. "Wow, I have been trying to get my hands on one of these, but none of the stores in the wizarding world seem to sell them! May I?" He asked Mr. Granger, who was sitting at the kitchen table.
"Be my guest. Now, see, those blades...." He motioned to the blender, explaining all the features.
"Come in, have some tea." Mrs. Granger said to Molly. "You must have had a long trip. Sit down and chat for a while."
While the adults socialized Ron and Hermione went upstairs to get her trunk.
Ron, who was turning a slight shade of red, beamed at Hermione. "We picked up Harry yesterday. Ginny's in a right state. She has had your bed ready for a week. Everyone is home, Percy just finished moving his things back." Percy had moved away before Cornelius Fudge realized that Voldemort was back. "Lets get your trunk in the car." He picked up one side while Hermione got the other. They struggled down the stairs and out the door.
"What have you got in here, bricks?" Ron joked.
"Of course not, Ron, I bought some new books for extra reading. How come no one else came?" She asked.
Ron turned even more red and stammered "Well...I...um...look, here come Mum and Dad." He changed the subject. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were walking down the path to the car, accompanied by Hermione's parents.
"All right, both of you. We had better get going if we want to miss the thunder storm that they predicted." Mr. Weasly opened the door and slid into the drivers seat. Mrs. Weasly and Ron followed.
Hermione turned to her parents, teary eyed. "Well, I guess I will see you at Christmas. I love you." She hugged both of her parents and got in the car. Mr. Weasly started the car and they all flew of into the sky.
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Sorry, everyone, for all the mistakes, I am not very good at proof reading. I hope you aren't too mad. Wait, no, the word is upset. Mad means crazy in some countries. Do you know how hard it is to write with slang from a different country? Phew!