Summer Soft
Chapter two: Bracelets and hugs
Hermione finished her cold breakfast, very slowly as her mind was somewhere else. When she relieved she had been sitting at her kitchen table for a half an hour, and only managed to take one bite of her eggs, she decided it was time to pack.
She cringed at the sound the chair made when she pushed it back under the table. Leaving her plate on the side of the sink, she looked outside at the sun rising. This was going to be her last time seeing the sun rise in her parents house, this summer, because for the next two weeks she was going to see the sun rise and set, at Ronald Weasley's home.
Walking more slowly than before up the stairs than before, it took her a minute to reach her bedroom at the end of the long hallway. She opened the door to a sun soaked room. that was one of the reasons she picked this room, it was facing east. She originally had her parents, west facing room, but when she was waking up at 9:00 in the morning to a dark room, she was convinced to ask her parents to move.
She went to her closet and opened the sliding doors. Inside were all her school uniforms and some rarely worn party dresses. She took out one of the dresses and stared at it. This particular dress was not like all the other ones, it did not have layers and layers of itchy cloth, to make it seem like she was broad shouldered and had maybe too many curves. This dress was straight and light blue. It had thin straps and sparkled in the light. Her mother had bought it for her, thinking that maybe Hogwarts had a prom. unfortunately there was no prom or dances. Even if there were who would ask her out, she was nothing more than a book worm, a know-it-all, in Ron's words.
She sighed and put the dress back in its place and started to retrieve all of her school uniforms. After pulling all seven outfits out she laid them neatly on her bed and went to get her suitcase when she saw a large figure in her door frame.
"Hi, Dad." Hermione said not looking at him.
"Hermione, I want to give you something." Her father walked over the thresh-hold of her bedroom and handed her a gold bracelet.
"Oh my gosh, this is amazing, but why are you giving it to me?" Hermione took the bracelet and was unclasping it to put on her wrist.
"It was your grandmother's, she gave it to me when I started to date your mother. She told me that I was to give it to my beautiful daughter I was to have. She also said that your mother was the one, and to hold on to her. I took your grandmother's advice and just look what I got, a loving wife, and a beautiful daughter. What more could I ask for?" Tears were swelling up in his eyes. Hermione ran over and hugged her father. For a minute or so they stayed like that. Her father finally let go and walked over to the door, but before he left he turned around and said, "Now, take my advice, give that bracelet to the beautiful daughter you will have, and hold onto that Weasley boy, he is the one." Then he left leaving hermione opened mouthed and gaping, then a wide smile spread across her face. Her father had just given her his blessing.
She finished packing and set the suitcase beside her night-stand. She was so overjoyed that her summer was going as planned. She walked to her parents room and peered in, her mother was fixing her hair in the full-length mirror on the wall and her father was fully dressed, snoring on the bed. She laughed quietly. Her knuckles were about to hit the mid-way closed door when it abruptly opened.
"Oh, hi mum." Hermione said blushing.
"Hi, dear, did you finish packing?" Her mother walked out into the hallway and closed the door, leaving her father to his mid-morning nap.
"Of, course. I'm just going to go downstairs, would you like me to make you some eggs and bacon. I made myself some, but umm, didn't finish it, I was just going to start another skillet." Hermione was half-way down the stairs when she heard her mother speak.
"Hermione, I would like to see you in the study." Hermione turned around and saw her mother walk into the small spare room that Hermione considered her second home. When Hermione reached the door, every single book that used to be in the bookcase at the far left of the room, were now in boxes, several of them.
"Mum, what happened?" Hermione walked over to sit on the over-stuffed chair in the corner when her mother pulled her into a hug. 'I am definitely having lots of these today.' Hermione thought to herself.
"All of these books are now yours." Her mother let go and held her shoulders, rather tightly.
"All of them?" Hermione was astonished. Never in her life-time did she ever think once that all the books, that crammed the small study, would end up in her possession.
"Of course, honey. Your father and I, thought it was best that, instead of the books collecting dust over the years, they could be put into use when you move out." The words 'move out' seemed to activate her mother's tear ducts. Small tears were making their way down her softly powdered cheeks.
"Mum, don't cry, I will always come to visit, and I promise, I will get your fireplace connected to the Floo network, and I will call. Please don't cry." Hermione was almost crying herself she gave her mother another long hug and then wiped the tears away, "I love you, your my mum." Her mother smiled.
"Oh, I know, it just seems like just yesterday you were a tiny baby, and me and your father were bringing you home and then you were talking, and walking, and then you were wearing underwear..."
"Okay, mum, I get the point. Come on lets go make breakfast."
The skillet was already crackling again when Hedwig found herself hooting at the window. Hermione was surprised to see her again, and wondered how she could fly from Hermione's house to Ron's so quickly. She ran over and once again opened the window letting the snow white bird in.
Hermione saw the letter tied to Hedwig's leg. She quickly untied it and let Hedwig go, Hermione had forgotten about giving Hedwig a treat so she refused to leave, but Hermione was so absorbed in the lengthy letter in front of her.
Hermione,
Hi, Mrs. Weasley said, of course, that tomorrow would be fantastic. Also Ron, I mean we would like to know if there was anything that you want particularly for your pre-graduation present? Ron already got his present, the latest firebolt, 'Hermione seemed amazed by this since, Ron's parents were not the richest family.' and I haven't received mine yet, but I don't really care, we want to know what you want. Just send the answer to Hedwig.
-Harry and Ron
Hermione was so excited, but what could she possibly ask for? She didn't want to ask for something that would sound selfish.
"Mum, Ron and Harry, asked what I wanted for my pre-graduation present, what do you think I should ask for?" Hermione sat down at the table, her mother realized that Hedwig was hooting and crying at the window, waiting for his treat, got her a piece of bread and fed it to her before giving her daughter an answer.
"Maybe you could ask for Ron?" Her mother laughed.
"What?! Why would I ask that? He is only my friend." Hermione was redder than Ron's hair, "Where would you get that I like any of my friends?"
"Well, there is the bracelet you are wearing," Hermione had totally forgotten the bracelet her father had given her only two hours ago. But, she hadn't forgotten what he said, "hold onto that Weasley boy, he is the one." She tried to hide her smile as she played with the bracelet.
"Then there is the way you look at him, when I first saw him with you at the end of your second year, you had the same goofy love-struck smile I had when I first met your father. I know you like him." Her mother walked over and her the plate of eggs and bacon that had been sizzling on the stove-top just a couple of seconds ago.
"Well, what if I do. it's not a crime!" Hermione now stopped playing with the bracelet and was now staring at her mother's chilling smiling face.
"I know, so what do you really want?" Hermione's mother had turned her back to her daughter and was now cooking two eggs and three bacon strips.
"I don't know, that's why I asked you." Hermione face was stuffed with eggs and her mother had trouble hearing the last few words, which was good for Hermione, because to her mother that was sarcasm and it wasn't tolerated in her household.
"Why don't you ask for a prom?" Hermione's mother turned around and was smiling even wider than before.
"A prom, I don't think so, They don't even know what a prom is." Hermione was staring at her half-eaten eggs.
"Harry does, at least he should. Ask Harry to explain and then they can plan everything. Then you can wear that beautiful dress I bought you." Her face lit up.
"I don't know, I could. I should. Yeah, I think I will." Hermione got up took a piece of parchment from the desk by the back door and a quill. She quickly scratched down her answer and tied it to Hedwig's leg, gave her another piece of bread and then watched her fly away, again.
"I hope this works."
Chapter two: Bracelets and hugs
Hermione finished her cold breakfast, very slowly as her mind was somewhere else. When she relieved she had been sitting at her kitchen table for a half an hour, and only managed to take one bite of her eggs, she decided it was time to pack.
She cringed at the sound the chair made when she pushed it back under the table. Leaving her plate on the side of the sink, she looked outside at the sun rising. This was going to be her last time seeing the sun rise in her parents house, this summer, because for the next two weeks she was going to see the sun rise and set, at Ronald Weasley's home.
Walking more slowly than before up the stairs than before, it took her a minute to reach her bedroom at the end of the long hallway. She opened the door to a sun soaked room. that was one of the reasons she picked this room, it was facing east. She originally had her parents, west facing room, but when she was waking up at 9:00 in the morning to a dark room, she was convinced to ask her parents to move.
She went to her closet and opened the sliding doors. Inside were all her school uniforms and some rarely worn party dresses. She took out one of the dresses and stared at it. This particular dress was not like all the other ones, it did not have layers and layers of itchy cloth, to make it seem like she was broad shouldered and had maybe too many curves. This dress was straight and light blue. It had thin straps and sparkled in the light. Her mother had bought it for her, thinking that maybe Hogwarts had a prom. unfortunately there was no prom or dances. Even if there were who would ask her out, she was nothing more than a book worm, a know-it-all, in Ron's words.
She sighed and put the dress back in its place and started to retrieve all of her school uniforms. After pulling all seven outfits out she laid them neatly on her bed and went to get her suitcase when she saw a large figure in her door frame.
"Hi, Dad." Hermione said not looking at him.
"Hermione, I want to give you something." Her father walked over the thresh-hold of her bedroom and handed her a gold bracelet.
"Oh my gosh, this is amazing, but why are you giving it to me?" Hermione took the bracelet and was unclasping it to put on her wrist.
"It was your grandmother's, she gave it to me when I started to date your mother. She told me that I was to give it to my beautiful daughter I was to have. She also said that your mother was the one, and to hold on to her. I took your grandmother's advice and just look what I got, a loving wife, and a beautiful daughter. What more could I ask for?" Tears were swelling up in his eyes. Hermione ran over and hugged her father. For a minute or so they stayed like that. Her father finally let go and walked over to the door, but before he left he turned around and said, "Now, take my advice, give that bracelet to the beautiful daughter you will have, and hold onto that Weasley boy, he is the one." Then he left leaving hermione opened mouthed and gaping, then a wide smile spread across her face. Her father had just given her his blessing.
She finished packing and set the suitcase beside her night-stand. She was so overjoyed that her summer was going as planned. She walked to her parents room and peered in, her mother was fixing her hair in the full-length mirror on the wall and her father was fully dressed, snoring on the bed. She laughed quietly. Her knuckles were about to hit the mid-way closed door when it abruptly opened.
"Oh, hi mum." Hermione said blushing.
"Hi, dear, did you finish packing?" Her mother walked out into the hallway and closed the door, leaving her father to his mid-morning nap.
"Of, course. I'm just going to go downstairs, would you like me to make you some eggs and bacon. I made myself some, but umm, didn't finish it, I was just going to start another skillet." Hermione was half-way down the stairs when she heard her mother speak.
"Hermione, I would like to see you in the study." Hermione turned around and saw her mother walk into the small spare room that Hermione considered her second home. When Hermione reached the door, every single book that used to be in the bookcase at the far left of the room, were now in boxes, several of them.
"Mum, what happened?" Hermione walked over to sit on the over-stuffed chair in the corner when her mother pulled her into a hug. 'I am definitely having lots of these today.' Hermione thought to herself.
"All of these books are now yours." Her mother let go and held her shoulders, rather tightly.
"All of them?" Hermione was astonished. Never in her life-time did she ever think once that all the books, that crammed the small study, would end up in her possession.
"Of course, honey. Your father and I, thought it was best that, instead of the books collecting dust over the years, they could be put into use when you move out." The words 'move out' seemed to activate her mother's tear ducts. Small tears were making their way down her softly powdered cheeks.
"Mum, don't cry, I will always come to visit, and I promise, I will get your fireplace connected to the Floo network, and I will call. Please don't cry." Hermione was almost crying herself she gave her mother another long hug and then wiped the tears away, "I love you, your my mum." Her mother smiled.
"Oh, I know, it just seems like just yesterday you were a tiny baby, and me and your father were bringing you home and then you were talking, and walking, and then you were wearing underwear..."
"Okay, mum, I get the point. Come on lets go make breakfast."
The skillet was already crackling again when Hedwig found herself hooting at the window. Hermione was surprised to see her again, and wondered how she could fly from Hermione's house to Ron's so quickly. She ran over and once again opened the window letting the snow white bird in.
Hermione saw the letter tied to Hedwig's leg. She quickly untied it and let Hedwig go, Hermione had forgotten about giving Hedwig a treat so she refused to leave, but Hermione was so absorbed in the lengthy letter in front of her.
Hermione,
Hi, Mrs. Weasley said, of course, that tomorrow would be fantastic. Also Ron, I mean we would like to know if there was anything that you want particularly for your pre-graduation present? Ron already got his present, the latest firebolt, 'Hermione seemed amazed by this since, Ron's parents were not the richest family.' and I haven't received mine yet, but I don't really care, we want to know what you want. Just send the answer to Hedwig.
-Harry and Ron
Hermione was so excited, but what could she possibly ask for? She didn't want to ask for something that would sound selfish.
"Mum, Ron and Harry, asked what I wanted for my pre-graduation present, what do you think I should ask for?" Hermione sat down at the table, her mother realized that Hedwig was hooting and crying at the window, waiting for his treat, got her a piece of bread and fed it to her before giving her daughter an answer.
"Maybe you could ask for Ron?" Her mother laughed.
"What?! Why would I ask that? He is only my friend." Hermione was redder than Ron's hair, "Where would you get that I like any of my friends?"
"Well, there is the bracelet you are wearing," Hermione had totally forgotten the bracelet her father had given her only two hours ago. But, she hadn't forgotten what he said, "hold onto that Weasley boy, he is the one." She tried to hide her smile as she played with the bracelet.
"Then there is the way you look at him, when I first saw him with you at the end of your second year, you had the same goofy love-struck smile I had when I first met your father. I know you like him." Her mother walked over and her the plate of eggs and bacon that had been sizzling on the stove-top just a couple of seconds ago.
"Well, what if I do. it's not a crime!" Hermione now stopped playing with the bracelet and was now staring at her mother's chilling smiling face.
"I know, so what do you really want?" Hermione's mother had turned her back to her daughter and was now cooking two eggs and three bacon strips.
"I don't know, that's why I asked you." Hermione face was stuffed with eggs and her mother had trouble hearing the last few words, which was good for Hermione, because to her mother that was sarcasm and it wasn't tolerated in her household.
"Why don't you ask for a prom?" Hermione's mother turned around and was smiling even wider than before.
"A prom, I don't think so, They don't even know what a prom is." Hermione was staring at her half-eaten eggs.
"Harry does, at least he should. Ask Harry to explain and then they can plan everything. Then you can wear that beautiful dress I bought you." Her face lit up.
"I don't know, I could. I should. Yeah, I think I will." Hermione got up took a piece of parchment from the desk by the back door and a quill. She quickly scratched down her answer and tied it to Hedwig's leg, gave her another piece of bread and then watched her fly away, again.
"I hope this works."