Chapter 3: The Grangers
They finally got to Hermione's house and he and her got out of the car, "Here we are," she said. It was a two story house painted a light blue and the columns and rails were white. As soon as Hermione got out of the car a muggle girl (Harry guessed) with blond hair and green eyes ran up to her. She couldn't of been any older than 8. " Hi , Hermione," she said, "who's this?" she said eyeing curiously Harry. "This is Harry my friend from school, Harry this is Emily, my neighbor," she said. "Oh ya!" Emily began, " isn't he the one that you have a picture on your dresser of, the one you have a cr-" Hermione cut her off by putting her hand on her mouth. "Okay Emily, I think its time to go home," she said as she steered her towards her house, her face had turned a deep red.
When they went inside they were greeted by Mrs. Granger, she had bushy brown hair, just like Hermione, with deep gray eyes, "Hi there Harry, it is Harry right?" said Mrs. Granger as he and Hermione walked in, well I should know Hermione talks about you all the time, Harry this Harry tha-"
"Well Harry let me show you to your room," Hermione said, her face was now so red it looked like a tomato. " Here you are she said as she steered him in a room that was a dark blue with the bed pushed up against the wall. "Want me to show you around the house?" she said , her face was its normal color now. "Sure," he said. "This is my room," she said. It was a dark blue like Harry's. She walked over to her bedside table and quickly shoved a small gold picture frame in her drawer. " I like your room, I like your whole house," Harry said. "So is Ron coming?" Harry asked. "Uh oh," said Hermione, "I completely forgot about him," She said as she grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and began to neatly write a note. Harry looked over her shoulder he noticed there were no little hearts ,this made him feel good, even if she was just in to much of a hurry. "Can I borrow Hedwig?" she asked. "Sure," he said as they walked out the room.
They walked in the his room and sent the letter on its way, then they went down to dinner. In the middle, Hedwig fluttered down and landed on his shoulder. "Its from Ron," Harry said as he handed the letter to Hermione. "He's coming in the morning, around eight, by floo powder. Harry saw the puzzled look on Hermione's parents faces. Obviously so did she, "It's a way us wizards and witches travel," she told them.
After dinner they all went to bed. Harry slipped on his pajamas and quickly slid under the covers. "Good night, Harry, " he heard Hermione say from the other room. "Good night," he said back, and they both fell asleep with smiles on there faces.
They finally got to Hermione's house and he and her got out of the car, "Here we are," she said. It was a two story house painted a light blue and the columns and rails were white. As soon as Hermione got out of the car a muggle girl (Harry guessed) with blond hair and green eyes ran up to her. She couldn't of been any older than 8. " Hi , Hermione," she said, "who's this?" she said eyeing curiously Harry. "This is Harry my friend from school, Harry this is Emily, my neighbor," she said. "Oh ya!" Emily began, " isn't he the one that you have a picture on your dresser of, the one you have a cr-" Hermione cut her off by putting her hand on her mouth. "Okay Emily, I think its time to go home," she said as she steered her towards her house, her face had turned a deep red.
When they went inside they were greeted by Mrs. Granger, she had bushy brown hair, just like Hermione, with deep gray eyes, "Hi there Harry, it is Harry right?" said Mrs. Granger as he and Hermione walked in, well I should know Hermione talks about you all the time, Harry this Harry tha-"
"Well Harry let me show you to your room," Hermione said, her face was now so red it looked like a tomato. " Here you are she said as she steered him in a room that was a dark blue with the bed pushed up against the wall. "Want me to show you around the house?" she said , her face was its normal color now. "Sure," he said. "This is my room," she said. It was a dark blue like Harry's. She walked over to her bedside table and quickly shoved a small gold picture frame in her drawer. " I like your room, I like your whole house," Harry said. "So is Ron coming?" Harry asked. "Uh oh," said Hermione, "I completely forgot about him," She said as she grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and began to neatly write a note. Harry looked over her shoulder he noticed there were no little hearts ,this made him feel good, even if she was just in to much of a hurry. "Can I borrow Hedwig?" she asked. "Sure," he said as they walked out the room.
They walked in the his room and sent the letter on its way, then they went down to dinner. In the middle, Hedwig fluttered down and landed on his shoulder. "Its from Ron," Harry said as he handed the letter to Hermione. "He's coming in the morning, around eight, by floo powder. Harry saw the puzzled look on Hermione's parents faces. Obviously so did she, "It's a way us wizards and witches travel," she told them.
After dinner they all went to bed. Harry slipped on his pajamas and quickly slid under the covers. "Good night, Harry, " he heard Hermione say from the other room. "Good night," he said back, and they both fell asleep with smiles on there faces.