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"Hermione! Hermione Granger!" Hermione turned to see who was calling her. She saw a short, pudgy man running toward her. The man threw himself at her, squeezing her tight. "Hermione, remember me? Oh, it is so good to see you!"
"Neville?" Hermione asked.
"Yes! How are you? Where do you live? What do you do now? You look so nice! Oh, I missed you so much!"
"Whoa...Neville, only one question at a time. Why don't we go get a coffee and chat, Okay?" She took Neville's arm and led the way to her favorite coffee shop. When they sat down with their coffee she said "I'm great. I live with Ron in Diagon Alley. We own a broom shop. How are you?"
"I'm great! I have been in Albania studying the habits of Mimbulus Millitnio, a new form of Mimbulus Mimbletonia. This year I will start a special Herbology class at Hogwarts, "New discoveries in Plantology" for the students. I will work side by side with Professor Sprout!" Neville was breathless with excitement, just the way she remembered him. "But....wait....did you say you live with RON? Ron WEASLEY?"
"Yes, we have been going out for five years now." Hermione blushed.
"But you two couldn't stand each other at school! You always fought!"
"Well, we both grew up quite a bit, and we realized that we were meant to be together." Don't exaggerate, the little voice in her head told her.
"Well done! How is Harry? I haven't talked to him." Neville asked.
"He is happily married to Ginny Weasley." Hermione said.
"Wow! So, you and Ron, and Harry and Ginny! When I talked to Ginny today she didn't mention that! What else? Are you going to Bill Weasley's wedding? I am surprised that I got an invitation, seeing that I don't know Bill that well, but I guess Ginny told him how I was your guys' friend, so he wants me to come."
Hermione was silent for a moment. Then she cleared her throat and said in the most nonchalant voice she could manage "To tell you the truth, I don't know him well that much either, but I will go. This morning we got our invitation." She switched the subject "So, Neville, today Ron and I are going for a picnic, would you come?"
"Are you sure? I don't want to barge in on anything personal."
"Ron would love to have you."
"Oh! I forgot to tell you. I am engaged! To Parvati Patil! I can't believe that I forgot to tell you! "Hermione could believe it. "Can I invite her?" Neville's voice squeaked with thrill.
"Wow! Of course! I'm so happy for you. I hope we will be invited to the wedding!"
"You bet! She in going to be the new divination teacher. Last year Trelawney saw herself at the Bahamas when she looked into her crystal ball, so the asked her to be a replacement."
"Figures!" Hermione said. She stood up and grabbed Neville's arm again. She then led Neville to her apartment.
"So, who'da thought that Neville would marry Parvati Patil?" Ron said. He and Hermione were lying in bed that evening, talking.
"I know. Everyone seems to be getting married!" Hermione stretched out and placed a kiss on his nose.
"I was thinking..." Ron began.
"Uh oh. That's not good." Hermione teased him.
"Seriously, I want to go stay at the Burrow....at least until the wedding. Last summer Dad added on five guest rooms, so there will be enough space. I thought we could help out with the wedding and all..."
Hermione took a sharp breath. Living at the Burrow meant seeing Bill everyday, something she had avoided ever since the summer of their romance. "Ron, if you want to, then I will. I want to help any way I can." She lied. "Have you talked to your mum yet?"
"Yeah, today, after work. She said 'The more, the merrier!' Harry and Ginny are going to stay there, too. Fred, Percy, George, and Charlie want to move into their old rooms, at least for the summer. Fred is going to bring Angelina, and George Alicia."
"Okay, tomorrow lets pack and go." Hermione rolled over and asked herself, What are you getting yourself into?
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Well, that is chapter two. I hope you like it. Or, as we would say in Florida, "Hope ya'all lak it." Shall I continue?
Pandagrrl: Thanks. Don't worry, I hate being predictable.
"Hermione! Hermione Granger!" Hermione turned to see who was calling her. She saw a short, pudgy man running toward her. The man threw himself at her, squeezing her tight. "Hermione, remember me? Oh, it is so good to see you!"
"Neville?" Hermione asked.
"Yes! How are you? Where do you live? What do you do now? You look so nice! Oh, I missed you so much!"
"Whoa...Neville, only one question at a time. Why don't we go get a coffee and chat, Okay?" She took Neville's arm and led the way to her favorite coffee shop. When they sat down with their coffee she said "I'm great. I live with Ron in Diagon Alley. We own a broom shop. How are you?"
"I'm great! I have been in Albania studying the habits of Mimbulus Millitnio, a new form of Mimbulus Mimbletonia. This year I will start a special Herbology class at Hogwarts, "New discoveries in Plantology" for the students. I will work side by side with Professor Sprout!" Neville was breathless with excitement, just the way she remembered him. "But....wait....did you say you live with RON? Ron WEASLEY?"
"Yes, we have been going out for five years now." Hermione blushed.
"But you two couldn't stand each other at school! You always fought!"
"Well, we both grew up quite a bit, and we realized that we were meant to be together." Don't exaggerate, the little voice in her head told her.
"Well done! How is Harry? I haven't talked to him." Neville asked.
"He is happily married to Ginny Weasley." Hermione said.
"Wow! So, you and Ron, and Harry and Ginny! When I talked to Ginny today she didn't mention that! What else? Are you going to Bill Weasley's wedding? I am surprised that I got an invitation, seeing that I don't know Bill that well, but I guess Ginny told him how I was your guys' friend, so he wants me to come."
Hermione was silent for a moment. Then she cleared her throat and said in the most nonchalant voice she could manage "To tell you the truth, I don't know him well that much either, but I will go. This morning we got our invitation." She switched the subject "So, Neville, today Ron and I are going for a picnic, would you come?"
"Are you sure? I don't want to barge in on anything personal."
"Ron would love to have you."
"Oh! I forgot to tell you. I am engaged! To Parvati Patil! I can't believe that I forgot to tell you! "Hermione could believe it. "Can I invite her?" Neville's voice squeaked with thrill.
"Wow! Of course! I'm so happy for you. I hope we will be invited to the wedding!"
"You bet! She in going to be the new divination teacher. Last year Trelawney saw herself at the Bahamas when she looked into her crystal ball, so the asked her to be a replacement."
"Figures!" Hermione said. She stood up and grabbed Neville's arm again. She then led Neville to her apartment.
"So, who'da thought that Neville would marry Parvati Patil?" Ron said. He and Hermione were lying in bed that evening, talking.
"I know. Everyone seems to be getting married!" Hermione stretched out and placed a kiss on his nose.
"I was thinking..." Ron began.
"Uh oh. That's not good." Hermione teased him.
"Seriously, I want to go stay at the Burrow....at least until the wedding. Last summer Dad added on five guest rooms, so there will be enough space. I thought we could help out with the wedding and all..."
Hermione took a sharp breath. Living at the Burrow meant seeing Bill everyday, something she had avoided ever since the summer of their romance. "Ron, if you want to, then I will. I want to help any way I can." She lied. "Have you talked to your mum yet?"
"Yeah, today, after work. She said 'The more, the merrier!' Harry and Ginny are going to stay there, too. Fred, Percy, George, and Charlie want to move into their old rooms, at least for the summer. Fred is going to bring Angelina, and George Alicia."
"Okay, tomorrow lets pack and go." Hermione rolled over and asked herself, What are you getting yourself into?
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Well, that is chapter two. I hope you like it. Or, as we would say in Florida, "Hope ya'all lak it." Shall I continue?
Pandagrrl: Thanks. Don't worry, I hate being predictable.