Chapter 6: Woes of Mr Granger
It took longer than expected to get to Hermione's house, due to traffic. So they got there about 7:00. "Hermione, Hermione wake up," Harry said softly in her ear. Hermione stirred and opened her eyes, "We're here," Harry told her, " your parents already went inside," Hermione reluctantly climbed out of the car and up the front steps, Harry closely behind.
When they got inside, Hermione's dad was sitting on the couch watching the news, "What took you two so long?" he asked mistrustfully, Harry opened his mouth to say something but Mrs. Granger cut in "Oh leave them alone, Henry," she said as she announced dinner.
After she finished eating, Hermione stood up and took her dish to the sink. "I'm going to bed," yawned Hermione she looked to make sure her parents weren't looking and kissed Harry on the cheek, 'Night Harry," she whispered, and she walked up the stairs. "Good night, I'm going to bed too," he answered placing his dish in the sink as well, " 'Night mr. and Mrs. Granger," he called as he climbed the stairs. Mr. Granger gave him a suspicious look that made Harry rather uncomfortable as he walked up the stairs. When he got to his room, he quickly pulled on his night clothes, crawled under his covers, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
In Hermione's head
As much as she tried to sleep, she couldn't. Should I tell Harry how I feel? I really like him, but what if he doesn't feel the same? I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship if he doesn't. It did kinda look like he liked her, like the way his face looked when she told him what Ron said. Hermione, your just going to have to get over him, it's just a boy.
She tried to get to sleep but her dad kept checking up on her as though he thought he was going to find another person in her room with her. She decided to go down stairs and get a glass of water. When she got to the foot of the stairs, she heard her parents discussing something. "Henry, Harry is a very nice boy," she heard her mother say. When she heard Harry's name she froze to listen. "I don't trust him, do you see the way he looks at her?" her father said. "The way you use to look at me when we were young, Henry," she said calmly, "there going to be on the train back to school tomorrow, don't peeve them," She was glad her mother was defending Harry, even though they weren't together. "I don't trust him, " her father said raging. She heard something that sounded like someone had banged there fist on wood. "Listen ,Henry, Hermione is a very smart girl, if she thinks she should, she'll let Harry go," her mother said with anger in her voice. "I just think she could find someone better," her father said. She was shocked, did she just hear her father say that Harry wasn't good enough for her? No it can't be, she thought, Dad just didn't say that. "Henry, if anybody wasn't good enough for Hermione it was Krum," her mother answered. "I just think she could find someone better," her father said stiffly.
Hermione's eyes filled up with tears as she ran up to her room, not bothering to do so quietly. Apparently her parents heard her because they started to climb the stairs after her. When she reached her room she speedily closed the door behind her and turned the lock. She heard Harry stir in the room next to her and hoped she hadn't woke him as she began to sob into her pillow. She couldn't believe what her father had said, I'm the one not good enough for him, he's the Boy who lived! And who am I? A Geeky, bookworm, that's what. She pulled out her drawer and took out the small gold picture frame that held Harry's picture. She fingered it gentely and then placed it under her pillow. She gradually stopped weeping and fell into a dreamless sleep.
It took longer than expected to get to Hermione's house, due to traffic. So they got there about 7:00. "Hermione, Hermione wake up," Harry said softly in her ear. Hermione stirred and opened her eyes, "We're here," Harry told her, " your parents already went inside," Hermione reluctantly climbed out of the car and up the front steps, Harry closely behind.
When they got inside, Hermione's dad was sitting on the couch watching the news, "What took you two so long?" he asked mistrustfully, Harry opened his mouth to say something but Mrs. Granger cut in "Oh leave them alone, Henry," she said as she announced dinner.
After she finished eating, Hermione stood up and took her dish to the sink. "I'm going to bed," yawned Hermione she looked to make sure her parents weren't looking and kissed Harry on the cheek, 'Night Harry," she whispered, and she walked up the stairs. "Good night, I'm going to bed too," he answered placing his dish in the sink as well, " 'Night mr. and Mrs. Granger," he called as he climbed the stairs. Mr. Granger gave him a suspicious look that made Harry rather uncomfortable as he walked up the stairs. When he got to his room, he quickly pulled on his night clothes, crawled under his covers, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
In Hermione's head
As much as she tried to sleep, she couldn't. Should I tell Harry how I feel? I really like him, but what if he doesn't feel the same? I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship if he doesn't. It did kinda look like he liked her, like the way his face looked when she told him what Ron said. Hermione, your just going to have to get over him, it's just a boy.
She tried to get to sleep but her dad kept checking up on her as though he thought he was going to find another person in her room with her. She decided to go down stairs and get a glass of water. When she got to the foot of the stairs, she heard her parents discussing something. "Henry, Harry is a very nice boy," she heard her mother say. When she heard Harry's name she froze to listen. "I don't trust him, do you see the way he looks at her?" her father said. "The way you use to look at me when we were young, Henry," she said calmly, "there going to be on the train back to school tomorrow, don't peeve them," She was glad her mother was defending Harry, even though they weren't together. "I don't trust him, " her father said raging. She heard something that sounded like someone had banged there fist on wood. "Listen ,Henry, Hermione is a very smart girl, if she thinks she should, she'll let Harry go," her mother said with anger in her voice. "I just think she could find someone better," her father said. She was shocked, did she just hear her father say that Harry wasn't good enough for her? No it can't be, she thought, Dad just didn't say that. "Henry, if anybody wasn't good enough for Hermione it was Krum," her mother answered. "I just think she could find someone better," her father said stiffly.
Hermione's eyes filled up with tears as she ran up to her room, not bothering to do so quietly. Apparently her parents heard her because they started to climb the stairs after her. When she reached her room she speedily closed the door behind her and turned the lock. She heard Harry stir in the room next to her and hoped she hadn't woke him as she began to sob into her pillow. She couldn't believe what her father had said, I'm the one not good enough for him, he's the Boy who lived! And who am I? A Geeky, bookworm, that's what. She pulled out her drawer and took out the small gold picture frame that held Harry's picture. She fingered it gentely and then placed it under her pillow. She gradually stopped weeping and fell into a dreamless sleep.