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Ch. 2 Arriving To Her Dream
As her Explorer rolled its way into the small town of Greenwood, Hermione's heart fluttered excitedly upon realizing she finally arrived to her destination. She grabbed the little note pad that sat in the passenger's seat and quickly glanced at the address to the real estate firm where she was to meet Marge Johnson, the woman who would lead her to the property. Hermione looked up and found the street she was to turn on to, and led the car down a small one way road that came up to a dead end- and the firm, aptly titled "Greenwood Reality". After a quick reapplication of make up, brushing her brown hair a bit, she hopped out of her car and walked into the quaint building, which immediately smelled of pine.
"Hi what can I do for ya?" asked the bubbly blonde behind the desk. Her northern drawl added to the appeal of the firm.
"I'm here to see Marge Johnson," she replied.
"You must be Hermione Granger then! Welcome to Greenwood! Ms. Johnson is out showing a property at the moment, but if you'd like to take a seat in the waiting area I'll call her pager and let her know you've arrived."
"Thank you, I would appreciate that." Hermione smiled and turned towards the area with a mix of regular seating chairs and love seats. She chose to sit at the love seat and slumped down in a mix of excitement and exhaustion. The trip had taken her nearly three days to complete, and blimey she was tired. She glanced at her watch, noting that she was indeed a bit early. She propped her head on her hand and rested her eyelids for a moment.
"How lovely to see you Ms. Granger!" rang in her ears a few minutes later. Hermione awoke to find an older woman, but nonetheless pleasant person, standing over her, hand extended. "I'm Marge Johnson, you can call me Marge. Oh, the townsfolk are so excited about having a new member to the family. Now, I must warn you, it's a bit of a hike getting up to your property, and I feel I must admit to you that the ad was a bit dishonest in the condition of the property."
"Is there something wrong?" Hermione asked in a small panic.
"Oh, no! The land itself is fine. The cabin has.has seen better days. The good news is we've still got about four more hours before the sun starts to go down, so let's make a trip up there, see what supplies you'll need to purchase and we'll get started right away.
"You're going to help me fix up the place?"
"Sure! What are friends for? Besides, you're my last appointment for the day and I know you could use a tour guide. We'll take your car so you can unpack your belongings and have more room for what you may need to bring back."
Harry Potter and his husky dog Klondike walked up the sloping hill back to his cabin, gun and bag in tow. The hunting season was just getting started, so there was no need to get himself excited- the animals were never prominent until the later weeks of May. Harry petted his dog and they reached his cabin- a very bachelor looking place, with lots of dark furniture, the smell of musk and man, and simple decorations to adorn the space.
After spending years at his former job, Harry could now consider himself extremely well to do. After a tragic accident which he chose not to think about, he quit working and moved up here for its solitude and peacefulness. He was finally rid of Old Man Baker from across the way, and he would head down to the reality firm the next morning to place a bid on his property.
After freshening up and putting on a new flannel shirt and a pair of tight jeans, Harry walked onto his porch and sat next to Klondike, coffee in hand.
"Nothing like a couple of bachelors and the wild, huh Klondike?"
Klondike made a noise in agreement and Harry took a sip of his coffee, spitting it out as he saw the explorer rolling up the hill.
"What the fuck."
"Well, this is it! It isn't much to look at but I'm sure with your creative juices you'll come up with something."
Isn't much to look at was right. Shingles were missing on the rooftop, the house badly needed some outside repairs, the inside smelled dank and musty, mold and dust covered the area. Hermione took a deep breath in and got out a pen and paper.
"Well, we're going to need some new shingles for the roof, hammer, nails, loads of wood to reside the house, a couple of different paint colors, disinfectant, cleaning supplies and a stain. Let's see how much of his furniture we can salvage. I have money saved up, so if I need to purchase anything major it shouldn't put a huge debt into my savings."
"I do admire your work ethic, Ms. Granger. You've just come up all the way from New York and you're still ready and rolling."
"I'd like to sleep in a warm cabin tonight, Marge. Oh, and Marge?"
"Yes, honey?
"Please call me Hermione. I feel so old when you call me Ms. Granger."
"Anything you say, Hermione. How about we unload your car so we can go back to town and pick up your supplies?"
"Sounds terrific." Hermione smiled and the two set work of unloading the Explorer. Hermione was suddenly very thankful she had brought up some extra tools (her father asked her to bring them), a couple of interior design magazines, warm blankets, matches, and other necessities that she would need to get through the night.
Two hours later, she and Marge returned from town with everything Hermione had written on the list, and then some. With the little sunlight she had left, the first order of business was to patch up the roof. Grabbing the shingles and a ladder from the shack, they got straight to work. It wasn't horrid; the girls enjoyed each other's company and got to know one another better.
The noise of the hammer and nails did not please Harry. Rolling over from an afternoon nap, his ears were assaulted by the cacophony of peace disturbing noise. He climbed out of bed, hurriedly put on a flannel shirt over his lean, muscular body and stalked off towards the noise.
He exited his house and was stunned to realize that it was the girls from earlier. Now he was pissed. They were tampering with Old Man Baker's property, disturbing the peace AND trespassing. He crossed the creek and reached the foot of the property before yelling out to them.
"Excuse me ladies, is there a reason as to why you are trespassing and disturbing the peace? And why the hell are you on the rooftop of my cabin?"
"YOUR cabin?" Hermione stopped her hammering and gasped at him in disgust. "I'll have you know that this is MY cabin. I purchased it with this land, and I am damn well going to make as much noise as I want because I want a dry bed to sleep in!"
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm making a bid on this property tomorrow!"
"Sorry, Mr. Potter, but Ms. Granger's got full ownership on this land. All the paperwork has been signed and the deeds have been turned over to her. There's plenty of landscape out here for you to go find some peace and quiet."
"I'll give you 5 times the amount you paid for this land," Harry shot out quickly.
"No deal, I plan to live here for the next seven months whether you like it or not. You better get used to it Mr. Potter, I'm you're new neighbor," Hermione retorted smugly.
"Yea we'll see about that!" and Harry stormed off to his own residence.
"Well! He certainly was rude." Hermione began pounding the nails into the ceiling harder than before, out of anger and irritation.
"He's never been quite the same since the accident," Marge let slip.
"What accident?" Hermione questioned, slightly softening up.
"Tragic really. Best if I'm not the one to tell you. Maybe one day once you've gotten used to your surroundings."
Hermione knew she wasn't going to get more out of her, so she continued her hammering until the roof was completely re-shingled.
"Now, let's see what we can do about the inside, shall we?"
"I'm almost afraid of what else has grown since we've left."
"Well, Hermione, I don't know how much we'll get done today honestly. The sun is already down and all we can really do now is change out light bulbs. I'll come back tomorrow and help you finish up. Say 7:30 AM?"
"Sounds good. Thanks for all of your help, Marge."
"No problem." The two women unscrewed old light bulbs and put in new, brighter ones, instantly lighting up the room. Hermione then truly saw all the work that needed to be done.the next morning.
After bidding Marge a fond farewell, she went into the bedroom- which had a decent iron wrought bed, she unfolded her bed in a bag set and settled down for what she hoped to be a peaceful sleep. She was a bit restless at first, thinking of how infuriating her neighbor was.
Harry took a swig of beer at the local pub as he growled at the events from earlier.
"That little snake, she'll regret the day she decided to mess with Harry Potter."
"Who will?" asked the bartender.
"My new neighbor. It seems some one has made a purchase on Old Man Baker's land and now the intolerable little twit's moved in next door to me." Harry paid his bill and walked out of the bar, breathing in the cool, refreshing air that he had come so grateful for in the past years. He saw a couple walk down the street, very close to one another. Harry closed his eyes and tried to ignore the painful constriction in his heart.
Ch. 2 Arriving To Her Dream
As her Explorer rolled its way into the small town of Greenwood, Hermione's heart fluttered excitedly upon realizing she finally arrived to her destination. She grabbed the little note pad that sat in the passenger's seat and quickly glanced at the address to the real estate firm where she was to meet Marge Johnson, the woman who would lead her to the property. Hermione looked up and found the street she was to turn on to, and led the car down a small one way road that came up to a dead end- and the firm, aptly titled "Greenwood Reality". After a quick reapplication of make up, brushing her brown hair a bit, she hopped out of her car and walked into the quaint building, which immediately smelled of pine.
"Hi what can I do for ya?" asked the bubbly blonde behind the desk. Her northern drawl added to the appeal of the firm.
"I'm here to see Marge Johnson," she replied.
"You must be Hermione Granger then! Welcome to Greenwood! Ms. Johnson is out showing a property at the moment, but if you'd like to take a seat in the waiting area I'll call her pager and let her know you've arrived."
"Thank you, I would appreciate that." Hermione smiled and turned towards the area with a mix of regular seating chairs and love seats. She chose to sit at the love seat and slumped down in a mix of excitement and exhaustion. The trip had taken her nearly three days to complete, and blimey she was tired. She glanced at her watch, noting that she was indeed a bit early. She propped her head on her hand and rested her eyelids for a moment.
"How lovely to see you Ms. Granger!" rang in her ears a few minutes later. Hermione awoke to find an older woman, but nonetheless pleasant person, standing over her, hand extended. "I'm Marge Johnson, you can call me Marge. Oh, the townsfolk are so excited about having a new member to the family. Now, I must warn you, it's a bit of a hike getting up to your property, and I feel I must admit to you that the ad was a bit dishonest in the condition of the property."
"Is there something wrong?" Hermione asked in a small panic.
"Oh, no! The land itself is fine. The cabin has.has seen better days. The good news is we've still got about four more hours before the sun starts to go down, so let's make a trip up there, see what supplies you'll need to purchase and we'll get started right away.
"You're going to help me fix up the place?"
"Sure! What are friends for? Besides, you're my last appointment for the day and I know you could use a tour guide. We'll take your car so you can unpack your belongings and have more room for what you may need to bring back."
Harry Potter and his husky dog Klondike walked up the sloping hill back to his cabin, gun and bag in tow. The hunting season was just getting started, so there was no need to get himself excited- the animals were never prominent until the later weeks of May. Harry petted his dog and they reached his cabin- a very bachelor looking place, with lots of dark furniture, the smell of musk and man, and simple decorations to adorn the space.
After spending years at his former job, Harry could now consider himself extremely well to do. After a tragic accident which he chose not to think about, he quit working and moved up here for its solitude and peacefulness. He was finally rid of Old Man Baker from across the way, and he would head down to the reality firm the next morning to place a bid on his property.
After freshening up and putting on a new flannel shirt and a pair of tight jeans, Harry walked onto his porch and sat next to Klondike, coffee in hand.
"Nothing like a couple of bachelors and the wild, huh Klondike?"
Klondike made a noise in agreement and Harry took a sip of his coffee, spitting it out as he saw the explorer rolling up the hill.
"What the fuck."
"Well, this is it! It isn't much to look at but I'm sure with your creative juices you'll come up with something."
Isn't much to look at was right. Shingles were missing on the rooftop, the house badly needed some outside repairs, the inside smelled dank and musty, mold and dust covered the area. Hermione took a deep breath in and got out a pen and paper.
"Well, we're going to need some new shingles for the roof, hammer, nails, loads of wood to reside the house, a couple of different paint colors, disinfectant, cleaning supplies and a stain. Let's see how much of his furniture we can salvage. I have money saved up, so if I need to purchase anything major it shouldn't put a huge debt into my savings."
"I do admire your work ethic, Ms. Granger. You've just come up all the way from New York and you're still ready and rolling."
"I'd like to sleep in a warm cabin tonight, Marge. Oh, and Marge?"
"Yes, honey?
"Please call me Hermione. I feel so old when you call me Ms. Granger."
"Anything you say, Hermione. How about we unload your car so we can go back to town and pick up your supplies?"
"Sounds terrific." Hermione smiled and the two set work of unloading the Explorer. Hermione was suddenly very thankful she had brought up some extra tools (her father asked her to bring them), a couple of interior design magazines, warm blankets, matches, and other necessities that she would need to get through the night.
Two hours later, she and Marge returned from town with everything Hermione had written on the list, and then some. With the little sunlight she had left, the first order of business was to patch up the roof. Grabbing the shingles and a ladder from the shack, they got straight to work. It wasn't horrid; the girls enjoyed each other's company and got to know one another better.
The noise of the hammer and nails did not please Harry. Rolling over from an afternoon nap, his ears were assaulted by the cacophony of peace disturbing noise. He climbed out of bed, hurriedly put on a flannel shirt over his lean, muscular body and stalked off towards the noise.
He exited his house and was stunned to realize that it was the girls from earlier. Now he was pissed. They were tampering with Old Man Baker's property, disturbing the peace AND trespassing. He crossed the creek and reached the foot of the property before yelling out to them.
"Excuse me ladies, is there a reason as to why you are trespassing and disturbing the peace? And why the hell are you on the rooftop of my cabin?"
"YOUR cabin?" Hermione stopped her hammering and gasped at him in disgust. "I'll have you know that this is MY cabin. I purchased it with this land, and I am damn well going to make as much noise as I want because I want a dry bed to sleep in!"
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm making a bid on this property tomorrow!"
"Sorry, Mr. Potter, but Ms. Granger's got full ownership on this land. All the paperwork has been signed and the deeds have been turned over to her. There's plenty of landscape out here for you to go find some peace and quiet."
"I'll give you 5 times the amount you paid for this land," Harry shot out quickly.
"No deal, I plan to live here for the next seven months whether you like it or not. You better get used to it Mr. Potter, I'm you're new neighbor," Hermione retorted smugly.
"Yea we'll see about that!" and Harry stormed off to his own residence.
"Well! He certainly was rude." Hermione began pounding the nails into the ceiling harder than before, out of anger and irritation.
"He's never been quite the same since the accident," Marge let slip.
"What accident?" Hermione questioned, slightly softening up.
"Tragic really. Best if I'm not the one to tell you. Maybe one day once you've gotten used to your surroundings."
Hermione knew she wasn't going to get more out of her, so she continued her hammering until the roof was completely re-shingled.
"Now, let's see what we can do about the inside, shall we?"
"I'm almost afraid of what else has grown since we've left."
"Well, Hermione, I don't know how much we'll get done today honestly. The sun is already down and all we can really do now is change out light bulbs. I'll come back tomorrow and help you finish up. Say 7:30 AM?"
"Sounds good. Thanks for all of your help, Marge."
"No problem." The two women unscrewed old light bulbs and put in new, brighter ones, instantly lighting up the room. Hermione then truly saw all the work that needed to be done.the next morning.
After bidding Marge a fond farewell, she went into the bedroom- which had a decent iron wrought bed, she unfolded her bed in a bag set and settled down for what she hoped to be a peaceful sleep. She was a bit restless at first, thinking of how infuriating her neighbor was.
Harry took a swig of beer at the local pub as he growled at the events from earlier.
"That little snake, she'll regret the day she decided to mess with Harry Potter."
"Who will?" asked the bartender.
"My new neighbor. It seems some one has made a purchase on Old Man Baker's land and now the intolerable little twit's moved in next door to me." Harry paid his bill and walked out of the bar, breathing in the cool, refreshing air that he had come so grateful for in the past years. He saw a couple walk down the street, very close to one another. Harry closed his eyes and tried to ignore the painful constriction in his heart.
