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A Turn for the Worst By blah gurl
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"Adianna, would you please stop putting freeze charms on the cupboards?" Giggles came from around the kitchen corner. Shaking her head, Hermione Granger grabbed her wand from the kitchen table and undid the charms.
"Adianna, dinner is ready." Hermione walked out of the kitchen with a plate of roasting chicken. She placed it upon the small oak table, just big enough for two. After moving some spell books off the chair, she took a seat.
Adianna came running down the short flight of stairs, nearly tripping at the bottom. Her shoulder-length golden brown locks bounced around her face. "Dear, before you sit, can you put another log on the fire?" Hermione pointed to the pile of logs near the fireplace.
"Sure." Adianna grabbed Hermione's wand and levitated a log to the fire. Hermione smiled at her daughter's wonderful skills with the stick. The ten- year-old took a seat across from her mother and loaded her plate with chicken and peas. Hermione just starred at her and smiled. "Mum, what's wrong?" the girl stuffed a fork in her mouth and chewed slowly.
"Nothing, honey, nothing." But something was on her mind. The fact that her daughter would be starting school soon brought back too many memories that she tried to forget. Memories of her school days, especially the awful ones, kept her from eating.
~~Flashback~~
The spring rain pounded against the dorm windows. Harry lay in his bed, accompanied by Hermione. She lay, cuddled next to him with her arm across his bare chest. He had his arm around her shoulders and played with the fringes of her hair.
"Harry, thank you." The girl pulled the blankets up closer around the pair. Harry turned to look at her.
"For what?" he questioned and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. She giggled, for the softness of his lips tickled her. He continued to give her soft kisses down her face and her neck as she continued.
"For being so nice to me. No one else is as nice to me as you are.except maybe the professors, but they don't count in this matter." She giggled again and pushed his face back. Hermione sat up and leaned on her elbow, all the while focusing on her lover's eyes. She smiled and pressed her lips to his. Harry put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer, until she was practically lying on top of his chest.
The girl deepened the kiss. Harry rubbed his hands up and down her back, while she played with his hair. Harry rolled her over and pulled the covers over their heads.
Hermione broke the kiss with a laugh. "Harry, please, not again. I've had enough for one night.maybe even a life time." She pushed him off her and settled back down in the most comfortable position in the world.in the arms of Harry Potter. The two slept until the bright sun shown once again through the storm clouds.
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"Hermione, where's Harry?" (a/n: sorry if confusing, but still in flashback) Ron gulped down his breakfast with a gulp of pumpkin juice.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know.I saw him this morning." Ron looked at her with a puzzled look.
"How could you? He was still asleep when I left. I fell asleep last night in the common room working, and I only went upstairs to change in the morning." Ron pointed out.
'He must not have seen me lying next to Harry under all the thick blankets. Phew, that could have been close.' She thought. She quickly decided to change the subject.
"So, did you finish your work last night? That potions' essay was really hard to do, even for me." She sipped her juice slowly, glad that Ron was not noticing that she was hiding something.
"Well, it was hard at first, but once I got-" Ron stopped talking when saw Harry walking in and sitting next to Hermione on the other side. "Oh, hi Harry! Did you sleep-" Ron stopped as he saw Hermione lean over and peck Harry on the cheek. Hermione realized her mistake and hung her head to hide her rosey red cheeks. Harry turned and looked at Hermione.
"What's wrong?" Harry touched her shoulder. She flinched and pushed his hand off. "Hermione, what's wrong with you? A few hours ago you were fine with me touching you. What happened?" Hermione didn't answer, just stood and walked quickly out of the Great Hall.
"Harry," Ron had look of humor in his eyes. "What do you mean 'a few hours ago'? You and Hermione didn't.you know."he trailed off and gave his friend a sly look.
Harry smiled, blushed and nodded his head very slightly. "Yeah." Ron opened his mouth extremely wide and raised his eyebrows.
"You did! Congrats to you, Harry; the first one of us to lose his virginity; very cool. I was wondering why you had the curtains drawn.you never sleep with them closed around your bed." Ron reached over and patted Harry's shoulder.
Harry put a finger to his lips to hush the red head. "Quiet! I don't need the whole school knowing. And what do you mean 'the first one of us'? I thought you and Lavender." Ron shook his head.
"Almost. We started.and it was her idea.but she decided in wasn't time once the door was closed." He turned his head and starred off into space. "Harry?"
"What?" Harry looked up from his plate and at his friend, who was now starring at him.
"Do you think," he paused, as if changing his mind of what to ask him. "Do you think Hermione is okay, maybe you should go check on her?" Harry nodded and left the table to find her.
~~End Flashback~~
"Mum!" Hermione jerked her head to look into the glistening cinnamon eyes of her daughter. Adianna had the same hair and eye color as her, but the structure of her face was definantly that of her father's. "Mum, you've been, like, starring into space for the past five minutes! Haven't you heard anything I've said?"
"What? No, I'm sorry honey, what did you say?" Hermione played with the food on her plate. She pushed the peas around until they made a lightning bolt across the pile of mashed potatoes.
"Well, I said that for my birthday tomorrow, can we go to Diagon Alley so I can get that new spell book for classes?"
"Sure, but you can't be so sure that you're going to get a letter. You know that I'm a muggle-born, so you might have a chance of not being a witch. But yes, I'll get you the book anyway. After all, it's not everyday that the young lady turns eleven, now is it?" Adianna giggled at her mother's words and stood up to take her plate to the sink. A knock came from the door and Adianna bounded towards it. She opened it slowly, cautious of whom it could be, but then smiled when she realized who it was.
"Good Evening, Adianna dear. Is your mother in?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall. She's right here. Come in." the girl opened the door wider to let the elder witch through. "Mum! Professor McGonagall is here to see you!" she screamed across the hall to the kitchen. Hermione came through the door and greeted her former professor.
"Hello, Minerva, how are you this evening?" Hermione motioned for her to sit down. The sat in opposite chairs and Adianna sat on her mother's lap.
"I'm fine. I came to talk to you about your daughter." Hermione brushed the hair out of her eyes and looked at her daughter.
"Adianna, will you please go clean the dishes?"
"But Mum-"
"Please, let us talk for a while. I'll even make a pie for later for you, please?" Adianna stormed out of the room and out of earshot. "What is it you need to talk about, Minerva?"
"Well, you know that the school year is starting next month, and well.it seems that Adianna might not be receiving a letter."
Hermione's eyes widened as she sat back in the chair. "Why?"
"Well, as you know the names are picked from the Goblet, but Adianna's didn't come up. We sent out all the letters yesterday, but Albus and I feel that your daughter has abilities beyond some of the fourth years this year." She paused a second to allow Hermione to take in all the new information. She took a long breath and continued.
"We'll need to think a bit longer on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to tell you if she gets a letter by the end of the week. Sorry to have to break this to you, but I wanted you to understand if she didn't get a letter. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with the Heads of the Houses." The two women rose and the elder one exited the small apartment.
"Mum, I can't get the grease off this pan!" Adianna shouted from the kitchen. Hermione shook her head and headed into the kitchen to help her daughter.
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"Ooo! Mum! I want that book too!" Adianna pointed at a large book in the window of a shop. "It's called 'Magic Defeats Magic: A guide to Defense'! That sounds interesting.maybe I could just get this one too." She spoke, acting like her mother wasn't near.
"Maybe for Christmas. I'm not rich, you know. Come on, we have to head back so I can start planning for classes."
"But Mum, don't you need to get a few things from the supply shop over there? Being a professor isn't as easy as you think."
"I know, this is my fourth year teaching at Hogwarts. And since when did you become such an expert on being a professor?" Hermione grabbed her daughter's hand and apperated back to their apartment in the Hogwarts teachers' quarters.
They landed in the middle of the living room floor. Adianna let go of her mother's hand and trudged upstairs to bed. Hermione sat down on the couch to look over the things she purchased for her classroom and students.
"Aghhh!" Hermione dropped her book and ran up the short flight of stairs to her daughter's room.
"Adianna, what's wrong?" Hermione stopped in the doorway when she saw her daughter standing in the middle of her room with a thick envelope in her hands. The green lettering stood out brightly from it. "Congratulations." Hermione dropped to her knees and her daughter ran to hug her.
"Oh, Mum! It's all I've ever wanted! To be a witch, just like you! Every year when the students come and I see them going to class and you're always up late grading papers, I've always wanted to be part of that!"
"After all, you are eleven now. Stop shouting dear and open it." Adianna tore open the letter, letting the envelope fall to the floor. Her eyes flew over the words, reading it ever so carefully.
"Mum, it says to get on the train at platform 9 ¾. Can you take me there so I can go the right way? Please-o-please?" Adianna jumped up and down in front of her mother.
"Sure, on September 1st, I'll take you to the station so you can come the so called 'right way'." Hermione hugged her daughter again and stood up. "Its late, you should go to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow."
"Why?" Adianna looked up into her mother's eyes.
"Well, we have to go get your school supplies, school starts next month." Hermione smiled and left the small room. She headed back downstairs to look over her new materials.
~~~To be Continued~~~
A/N: well, that was not as long as I planned. A little rough, I know, but I will update it and add more chapters soon. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Disclaimer: Hermione Granger, Professor McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts, the four houses, Diagon Alley, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley do not belong to me, but the lucky J.K. Rowling does. LUCKY HER!
I own the name Adianna, who is Hermione's daughter. And the name of the book that she sees in the window was also made up.
A Turn for the Worst By blah gurl
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"Adianna, would you please stop putting freeze charms on the cupboards?" Giggles came from around the kitchen corner. Shaking her head, Hermione Granger grabbed her wand from the kitchen table and undid the charms.
"Adianna, dinner is ready." Hermione walked out of the kitchen with a plate of roasting chicken. She placed it upon the small oak table, just big enough for two. After moving some spell books off the chair, she took a seat.
Adianna came running down the short flight of stairs, nearly tripping at the bottom. Her shoulder-length golden brown locks bounced around her face. "Dear, before you sit, can you put another log on the fire?" Hermione pointed to the pile of logs near the fireplace.
"Sure." Adianna grabbed Hermione's wand and levitated a log to the fire. Hermione smiled at her daughter's wonderful skills with the stick. The ten- year-old took a seat across from her mother and loaded her plate with chicken and peas. Hermione just starred at her and smiled. "Mum, what's wrong?" the girl stuffed a fork in her mouth and chewed slowly.
"Nothing, honey, nothing." But something was on her mind. The fact that her daughter would be starting school soon brought back too many memories that she tried to forget. Memories of her school days, especially the awful ones, kept her from eating.
~~Flashback~~
The spring rain pounded against the dorm windows. Harry lay in his bed, accompanied by Hermione. She lay, cuddled next to him with her arm across his bare chest. He had his arm around her shoulders and played with the fringes of her hair.
"Harry, thank you." The girl pulled the blankets up closer around the pair. Harry turned to look at her.
"For what?" he questioned and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. She giggled, for the softness of his lips tickled her. He continued to give her soft kisses down her face and her neck as she continued.
"For being so nice to me. No one else is as nice to me as you are.except maybe the professors, but they don't count in this matter." She giggled again and pushed his face back. Hermione sat up and leaned on her elbow, all the while focusing on her lover's eyes. She smiled and pressed her lips to his. Harry put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer, until she was practically lying on top of his chest.
The girl deepened the kiss. Harry rubbed his hands up and down her back, while she played with his hair. Harry rolled her over and pulled the covers over their heads.
Hermione broke the kiss with a laugh. "Harry, please, not again. I've had enough for one night.maybe even a life time." She pushed him off her and settled back down in the most comfortable position in the world.in the arms of Harry Potter. The two slept until the bright sun shown once again through the storm clouds.
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"Hermione, where's Harry?" (a/n: sorry if confusing, but still in flashback) Ron gulped down his breakfast with a gulp of pumpkin juice.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know.I saw him this morning." Ron looked at her with a puzzled look.
"How could you? He was still asleep when I left. I fell asleep last night in the common room working, and I only went upstairs to change in the morning." Ron pointed out.
'He must not have seen me lying next to Harry under all the thick blankets. Phew, that could have been close.' She thought. She quickly decided to change the subject.
"So, did you finish your work last night? That potions' essay was really hard to do, even for me." She sipped her juice slowly, glad that Ron was not noticing that she was hiding something.
"Well, it was hard at first, but once I got-" Ron stopped talking when saw Harry walking in and sitting next to Hermione on the other side. "Oh, hi Harry! Did you sleep-" Ron stopped as he saw Hermione lean over and peck Harry on the cheek. Hermione realized her mistake and hung her head to hide her rosey red cheeks. Harry turned and looked at Hermione.
"What's wrong?" Harry touched her shoulder. She flinched and pushed his hand off. "Hermione, what's wrong with you? A few hours ago you were fine with me touching you. What happened?" Hermione didn't answer, just stood and walked quickly out of the Great Hall.
"Harry," Ron had look of humor in his eyes. "What do you mean 'a few hours ago'? You and Hermione didn't.you know."he trailed off and gave his friend a sly look.
Harry smiled, blushed and nodded his head very slightly. "Yeah." Ron opened his mouth extremely wide and raised his eyebrows.
"You did! Congrats to you, Harry; the first one of us to lose his virginity; very cool. I was wondering why you had the curtains drawn.you never sleep with them closed around your bed." Ron reached over and patted Harry's shoulder.
Harry put a finger to his lips to hush the red head. "Quiet! I don't need the whole school knowing. And what do you mean 'the first one of us'? I thought you and Lavender." Ron shook his head.
"Almost. We started.and it was her idea.but she decided in wasn't time once the door was closed." He turned his head and starred off into space. "Harry?"
"What?" Harry looked up from his plate and at his friend, who was now starring at him.
"Do you think," he paused, as if changing his mind of what to ask him. "Do you think Hermione is okay, maybe you should go check on her?" Harry nodded and left the table to find her.
~~End Flashback~~
"Mum!" Hermione jerked her head to look into the glistening cinnamon eyes of her daughter. Adianna had the same hair and eye color as her, but the structure of her face was definantly that of her father's. "Mum, you've been, like, starring into space for the past five minutes! Haven't you heard anything I've said?"
"What? No, I'm sorry honey, what did you say?" Hermione played with the food on her plate. She pushed the peas around until they made a lightning bolt across the pile of mashed potatoes.
"Well, I said that for my birthday tomorrow, can we go to Diagon Alley so I can get that new spell book for classes?"
"Sure, but you can't be so sure that you're going to get a letter. You know that I'm a muggle-born, so you might have a chance of not being a witch. But yes, I'll get you the book anyway. After all, it's not everyday that the young lady turns eleven, now is it?" Adianna giggled at her mother's words and stood up to take her plate to the sink. A knock came from the door and Adianna bounded towards it. She opened it slowly, cautious of whom it could be, but then smiled when she realized who it was.
"Good Evening, Adianna dear. Is your mother in?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall. She's right here. Come in." the girl opened the door wider to let the elder witch through. "Mum! Professor McGonagall is here to see you!" she screamed across the hall to the kitchen. Hermione came through the door and greeted her former professor.
"Hello, Minerva, how are you this evening?" Hermione motioned for her to sit down. The sat in opposite chairs and Adianna sat on her mother's lap.
"I'm fine. I came to talk to you about your daughter." Hermione brushed the hair out of her eyes and looked at her daughter.
"Adianna, will you please go clean the dishes?"
"But Mum-"
"Please, let us talk for a while. I'll even make a pie for later for you, please?" Adianna stormed out of the room and out of earshot. "What is it you need to talk about, Minerva?"
"Well, you know that the school year is starting next month, and well.it seems that Adianna might not be receiving a letter."
Hermione's eyes widened as she sat back in the chair. "Why?"
"Well, as you know the names are picked from the Goblet, but Adianna's didn't come up. We sent out all the letters yesterday, but Albus and I feel that your daughter has abilities beyond some of the fourth years this year." She paused a second to allow Hermione to take in all the new information. She took a long breath and continued.
"We'll need to think a bit longer on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to tell you if she gets a letter by the end of the week. Sorry to have to break this to you, but I wanted you to understand if she didn't get a letter. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with the Heads of the Houses." The two women rose and the elder one exited the small apartment.
"Mum, I can't get the grease off this pan!" Adianna shouted from the kitchen. Hermione shook her head and headed into the kitchen to help her daughter.
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"Ooo! Mum! I want that book too!" Adianna pointed at a large book in the window of a shop. "It's called 'Magic Defeats Magic: A guide to Defense'! That sounds interesting.maybe I could just get this one too." She spoke, acting like her mother wasn't near.
"Maybe for Christmas. I'm not rich, you know. Come on, we have to head back so I can start planning for classes."
"But Mum, don't you need to get a few things from the supply shop over there? Being a professor isn't as easy as you think."
"I know, this is my fourth year teaching at Hogwarts. And since when did you become such an expert on being a professor?" Hermione grabbed her daughter's hand and apperated back to their apartment in the Hogwarts teachers' quarters.
They landed in the middle of the living room floor. Adianna let go of her mother's hand and trudged upstairs to bed. Hermione sat down on the couch to look over the things she purchased for her classroom and students.
"Aghhh!" Hermione dropped her book and ran up the short flight of stairs to her daughter's room.
"Adianna, what's wrong?" Hermione stopped in the doorway when she saw her daughter standing in the middle of her room with a thick envelope in her hands. The green lettering stood out brightly from it. "Congratulations." Hermione dropped to her knees and her daughter ran to hug her.
"Oh, Mum! It's all I've ever wanted! To be a witch, just like you! Every year when the students come and I see them going to class and you're always up late grading papers, I've always wanted to be part of that!"
"After all, you are eleven now. Stop shouting dear and open it." Adianna tore open the letter, letting the envelope fall to the floor. Her eyes flew over the words, reading it ever so carefully.
"Mum, it says to get on the train at platform 9 ¾. Can you take me there so I can go the right way? Please-o-please?" Adianna jumped up and down in front of her mother.
"Sure, on September 1st, I'll take you to the station so you can come the so called 'right way'." Hermione hugged her daughter again and stood up. "Its late, you should go to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow."
"Why?" Adianna looked up into her mother's eyes.
"Well, we have to go get your school supplies, school starts next month." Hermione smiled and left the small room. She headed back downstairs to look over her new materials.
~~~To be Continued~~~
A/N: well, that was not as long as I planned. A little rough, I know, but I will update it and add more chapters soon. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Disclaimer: Hermione Granger, Professor McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts, the four houses, Diagon Alley, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley do not belong to me, but the lucky J.K. Rowling does. LUCKY HER!
I own the name Adianna, who is Hermione's daughter. And the name of the book that she sees in the window was also made up.