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REAL DISCLAIMER: I don't CLAIM to own any of the HARRY POTTER characters in DIS story. (Get it? DIS? CLAIMER? Disclaimer? HAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I'll shut up now)
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Blue91 – Thanks so much for that! About you're comments, I can't help but agree that you're right. When I write OW/HG, people comment that I rush it a bit. I have no idea why, though. So, I'll take you're advice and try to develop the plot slowly. The setting in the story is in summertime, as I've written in the first chapter (but maybe it wasn't clear enough). Hermione is 13, as written in the first chapter also, meaning she is in her third year. Um, I think the war doesn't happen until Hermione's fifth year, am I right? I haven't read the fifth book yet (GASP!) so I wouldn't know when the war is. Now about Mrs. Granger—her story is in this chapter, I just didn't get to post it last time, but not to worry because it's here now! (YAY!) And Oliver crying and everything . . .well I just wanted to show a more—err, *sensitive* side of him (if you could call it that). Well that's it, I guess. Thank you SOOOO much for your review. That's what I call a REAL review. Haha! Thanks again for your comments. I hope you like this chapter. =)
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Flippy4ever – haha! I like your name! You'll know about Hermione's mom in this chappy! I'm sorry I didn't post it sooner! Thank you! Hope you like this chapter! =)
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Chapter 3 – Don't you care about mom anymore?
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Hermione and Her father drove home in silence. Geoffrey tried to strike up a conversation but Hermione would just nod or give one-word answers.
After his fifth try, Geoffrey gave up trying to talk to his daughter and turned on the car radio instead. Hermione sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking straight.
***
"We're home, sweetie." Geoffrey shook Hermione's shoulder gently to wake her. "Mm. . .daddy?"
"Yes, pumpkin?"
"Are we home yet?"
"Uh-huh. Come on. Grandma's waiting for you inside."
Hermione's eyes flew open. "Grandma is here?!" she asked. Geoffrey nodded. Hermione scrambled out of the car and opened the door.
"HERMIONE!" A tall, thin elderly woman rushed out to greet her. "GRANDMA! You came!" Hermione gave her Grandmother a big bear hug. Her Grandmother hugged her back, laughing.
"It's been ages, Grandma!"
"I know, love. And my, you've grown!" Hermione's grandmother twirled her around. "You've grown indeed."
"Hello, Jasmine." Geoffrey stiffly pecked Hermione's grandmother on the cheek. Jasmine's back straightened and she held Hermione's shoulder tightly. "Ah. Hello, Geoffrey." Her tone was curt.
"Grandma, did you bring pictures?" Hermione asked eagerly. Jasmine nodded. "Yes love. They're in the guestroom. Run along and get them, dear."
Hermione ran up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. She zipped open and Grandmother's bag and found a big photo album. She grinned broadly as she brought it back down.
She always loved it when her Grandmother came to visit. Jasmine would tell Hermione about her mother. Hermione would always listen intently, not interrupting.
Her mother Isabelle was career driven, and she never had enough time for Geoffrey and Hermione. She was always working, and hardly ever came to one of her daughter's birthdays.
Isabelle and Geoffrey agreed that a divorce would suit them best, since Isabelle was never there anyway. And Isabelle said that Geoffrey and Hermione were holding her back.
Isabelle would visit, but only once a year since she was a very busy woman.
In her heart, she knew her dad still loved Isabelle, but it was impossible to have a family with her constant business trips, conferences, late night calls and hectic schedule.
"Love, are you alright?" Jasmine was standing in front of Hermione.
"Huh? Oh. Yes, fine, grandma. Just spacing out."
"Give me the photo album, dear." Jasmine took it from her granddaughter and set it down on a wooden table. She opened the album.
"Look at that, dear. It's your mother in Borneo." Jasmine said looking lovingly at the photograph. "It was taken last February."
"What was mom doing in Borneo?" Hermione asked. Her mother had the same bushy brown hair.
"She was in a workshop for dentists." Jasmine replied. "Look at this one. Hey! It's your mom and your cousin Hilda! You remember her, don't you?"
"How could I not?" Hermione giggled. "Where's that?" Jasmine thought for a while. "I think this was in Yugoslavia. You're mother had a seminar there. She stayed for about three weeks."
"Did she have a rest after?"
"No, love. She went straight to Italy for another seminar."
"I didn't know being a dentist was so. . .tiring."
"Well, Hermione, you're mother is a top dentist. She has to keep her reputation up." Jasmine sighed and closed the album. "Let's go help with dinner, dear. It smells like your father burned something." Jasmine got up, straightened her skirt, and went into the kitchen.
Hermione however, stayed and flipped through the photo album. She came across a picture of her mother and her father. She gasped. It was their wedding picture. Her mother looked dazzling in her silk white wedding gown with lace trimming and fresh lilies in her hair. She had a big, genuine smile plastered on her face.
Hermione felt hot tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Her father, who had his arms around Isabelle, looked happy and content. He had smiling eyes.
Then, Hermione turned the page. Her eyes widened. It was one of Her, Isabelle, and Geoffrey. Hermione was blowing a birthday cake, and her parents were standing on either side of her.
Isabelle had a big purple party hat on, and Geoffrey was holding a balloon that said,
HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY, HERMIONE!
Hermione turned to the next page. Her heart fell. It was all pictures of Hermione with either Jasmine, Geoffrey, or her friends at school. She only had one picture of the complete Granger family—and it was of her first birthday.
Her parents looked so happy, so why did they decide to divorce? Jasmine had told her, and so did Geoffrey, but she felt like they had another chance of being one big happy family. Hermione went back to the photo of her first birthday and stared at it.
Her dad walked into the living room then stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were fixed on the picture Hermione was looking at. He missed Isabelle . . .he missed their family. (Well, if they even had one to begin with) He awkwardly made his way to the couch and sat down beside Hermione, not saying a word.
"Dad?" Hermione's voice was shaky. "How come you gave up?" Geoffrey was taken aback. "Give up, honey?"
"Yes. Gave up on mom. How come you didn't try to live with her lifestyle?" Geoffrey was at a loss for words. "I—I don't know, honey. I don't think we even had a life together. She was always out—"
"How come you didn't go with her? How come you didn't buy a mobile home or something?"
"Hermione, it's not as easy as that. I didn't want you to grow up in a different country every month! You wouldn't have had a normal life."
"It's better than not having a life without Mom!" Hermione shut the book. "Daddy, you love her. Don't you dad?"
Geoffrey couldn't bear to look at his daughter. "Listen, I invited Luella and her son for dinner here Saturday night." He said, changing the subject. "Then we could all go out and have ice-cream and—"
"DAD!" Hermione stood up. "Hello!? You just met her! You bumped into her in the train station! You took her out to lunch as an apology! How could you invite a complete stranger for dinner?"
Geoffrey was surprised at Hermione's sudden outburst. "I got to know Luella when we had lunch and she seems like a nice lady—"
"Don't you feel guilty?!"
"Guilty? Why would I feel guilty?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "I can't believe you're acting the way you do! It was so embarrassing—at the restaurant, all you and Luella ever did was flirt with each other!"
Jasmine rushed out, hearing the commotion. Geoffrey's jaw dropped. "I-I was not! You listen here, young lady—"
"I mean, don't you care about mom anymore? She's been gone for only six years and you go around slobbering all over someone you just met and—"
"Hermione! How dare you speak to me like that! I am your father!" Geoffrey was red-faced and a little flushed, but he sure looked upset.
Hermione ran upstairs and locked herself in her room.
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20 minutes later. . .
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Hermione came bounding down the stairs and into the living room where she saw her father watching TV. She plopped down beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"What are you watching, daddy?" she asked in a cheerful manner, as if nothing had happened. Geoffrey had 'confused' written all over his face, but chose to humor Hermione.
"Oprah."
"Oprah? I never knew you liked Oprah."
"I don't."
"So why do you watch it?"
"Is there other things to do?"
"Not really."
"Then, that's why I'm watching Oprah."
"I want to watch something else."
"Then go to your room. You have a TV there."
"It's broken."
"It isn't."
"It is, daddy."
"We'll take it to the repair shop tomorrow."
"I didn't ask you to."
"Just incase you did."
"But I didn't."
"Hermione, why are we talking about your broken TV?"
"Is there other things to talk about?"
"Not really."
"Then, that's why we're talking about my broken TV."
Geoffrey clicked the TV off and started at his daughter. "You pay for the repair." He said. Hermione caught an amused tone, but decided to carry on with this ridiculous conversation—it was making both her and her father feel better.
"But I don't have any money." She replied.
"What happened to the money I gave you?"
"Spent it."
"Then that's your problem."
"I'm not paying."
"Then it's not getting fixed anytime soon because I'M not paying."
"I didn't want to watch TV there anyway."
"So why are you making a fuss about it?"
"Because I'm bored."
"Go be bored somewhere else."
"Grandma's asleep."
"So?"
"She's asleep."
"Again, I repeat, so?"
"So what?"
"Exactly. So what?"
"What about so?"
"What?"
"So."
"So?"
"So."
"Hermione!"
"What?"
"Why'd you bring up the subject about Jasmine sleeping?"
"I don't know."
Geoffrey and Hermione stared at each other.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!" they both burst out laughing. "Hermione, Hermione, Hermione! You always know how to make my day!" Geoffrey said, gasping for air.
"I love you daddy!" Hermione giggled, hugging Geoffrey.
REAL DISCLAIMER: I don't CLAIM to own any of the HARRY POTTER characters in DIS story. (Get it? DIS? CLAIMER? Disclaimer? HAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I'll shut up now)
========= REVIEW TIME! =========
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Thanks to all the reviews! Loved it! (Hope I got everyone)
Ydole3343 – why thank you ever so much! And yes, I will update soon! =)
Slytherinrules85 – LOL! Okay! Here it is! Thanks so much! =)
Blue91 – Thanks so much for that! About you're comments, I can't help but agree that you're right. When I write OW/HG, people comment that I rush it a bit. I have no idea why, though. So, I'll take you're advice and try to develop the plot slowly. The setting in the story is in summertime, as I've written in the first chapter (but maybe it wasn't clear enough). Hermione is 13, as written in the first chapter also, meaning she is in her third year. Um, I think the war doesn't happen until Hermione's fifth year, am I right? I haven't read the fifth book yet (GASP!) so I wouldn't know when the war is. Now about Mrs. Granger—her story is in this chapter, I just didn't get to post it last time, but not to worry because it's here now! (YAY!) And Oliver crying and everything . . .well I just wanted to show a more—err, *sensitive* side of him (if you could call it that). Well that's it, I guess. Thank you SOOOO much for your review. That's what I call a REAL review. Haha! Thanks again for your comments. I hope you like this chapter. =)
Gabrielle Madden-Lovato – Okay, I will write more! Thanks! =)
Golden wolf 73 – ooh! Two cookies! YAY! Haha! Thanks so much! Yum! =)
Stardrops – thanks! =)
Satern Mya – thank you! =)
Flippy4ever – haha! I like your name! You'll know about Hermione's mom in this chappy! I'm sorry I didn't post it sooner! Thank you! Hope you like this chapter! =)
Morgan – YAY! Oliver/Hermione! LOL! Thanks so much for your comment! It feels weird when you see your parents all mushy. . .haha! Thank you! =)
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Chapter 3 – Don't you care about mom anymore?
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Hermione and Her father drove home in silence. Geoffrey tried to strike up a conversation but Hermione would just nod or give one-word answers.
After his fifth try, Geoffrey gave up trying to talk to his daughter and turned on the car radio instead. Hermione sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking straight.
***
"We're home, sweetie." Geoffrey shook Hermione's shoulder gently to wake her. "Mm. . .daddy?"
"Yes, pumpkin?"
"Are we home yet?"
"Uh-huh. Come on. Grandma's waiting for you inside."
Hermione's eyes flew open. "Grandma is here?!" she asked. Geoffrey nodded. Hermione scrambled out of the car and opened the door.
"HERMIONE!" A tall, thin elderly woman rushed out to greet her. "GRANDMA! You came!" Hermione gave her Grandmother a big bear hug. Her Grandmother hugged her back, laughing.
"It's been ages, Grandma!"
"I know, love. And my, you've grown!" Hermione's grandmother twirled her around. "You've grown indeed."
"Hello, Jasmine." Geoffrey stiffly pecked Hermione's grandmother on the cheek. Jasmine's back straightened and she held Hermione's shoulder tightly. "Ah. Hello, Geoffrey." Her tone was curt.
"Grandma, did you bring pictures?" Hermione asked eagerly. Jasmine nodded. "Yes love. They're in the guestroom. Run along and get them, dear."
Hermione ran up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. She zipped open and Grandmother's bag and found a big photo album. She grinned broadly as she brought it back down.
She always loved it when her Grandmother came to visit. Jasmine would tell Hermione about her mother. Hermione would always listen intently, not interrupting.
Her mother Isabelle was career driven, and she never had enough time for Geoffrey and Hermione. She was always working, and hardly ever came to one of her daughter's birthdays.
Isabelle and Geoffrey agreed that a divorce would suit them best, since Isabelle was never there anyway. And Isabelle said that Geoffrey and Hermione were holding her back.
Isabelle would visit, but only once a year since she was a very busy woman.
In her heart, she knew her dad still loved Isabelle, but it was impossible to have a family with her constant business trips, conferences, late night calls and hectic schedule.
"Love, are you alright?" Jasmine was standing in front of Hermione.
"Huh? Oh. Yes, fine, grandma. Just spacing out."
"Give me the photo album, dear." Jasmine took it from her granddaughter and set it down on a wooden table. She opened the album.
"Look at that, dear. It's your mother in Borneo." Jasmine said looking lovingly at the photograph. "It was taken last February."
"What was mom doing in Borneo?" Hermione asked. Her mother had the same bushy brown hair.
"She was in a workshop for dentists." Jasmine replied. "Look at this one. Hey! It's your mom and your cousin Hilda! You remember her, don't you?"
"How could I not?" Hermione giggled. "Where's that?" Jasmine thought for a while. "I think this was in Yugoslavia. You're mother had a seminar there. She stayed for about three weeks."
"Did she have a rest after?"
"No, love. She went straight to Italy for another seminar."
"I didn't know being a dentist was so. . .tiring."
"Well, Hermione, you're mother is a top dentist. She has to keep her reputation up." Jasmine sighed and closed the album. "Let's go help with dinner, dear. It smells like your father burned something." Jasmine got up, straightened her skirt, and went into the kitchen.
Hermione however, stayed and flipped through the photo album. She came across a picture of her mother and her father. She gasped. It was their wedding picture. Her mother looked dazzling in her silk white wedding gown with lace trimming and fresh lilies in her hair. She had a big, genuine smile plastered on her face.
Hermione felt hot tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Her father, who had his arms around Isabelle, looked happy and content. He had smiling eyes.
Then, Hermione turned the page. Her eyes widened. It was one of Her, Isabelle, and Geoffrey. Hermione was blowing a birthday cake, and her parents were standing on either side of her.
Isabelle had a big purple party hat on, and Geoffrey was holding a balloon that said,
HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY, HERMIONE!
Hermione turned to the next page. Her heart fell. It was all pictures of Hermione with either Jasmine, Geoffrey, or her friends at school. She only had one picture of the complete Granger family—and it was of her first birthday.
Her parents looked so happy, so why did they decide to divorce? Jasmine had told her, and so did Geoffrey, but she felt like they had another chance of being one big happy family. Hermione went back to the photo of her first birthday and stared at it.
Her dad walked into the living room then stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were fixed on the picture Hermione was looking at. He missed Isabelle . . .he missed their family. (Well, if they even had one to begin with) He awkwardly made his way to the couch and sat down beside Hermione, not saying a word.
"Dad?" Hermione's voice was shaky. "How come you gave up?" Geoffrey was taken aback. "Give up, honey?"
"Yes. Gave up on mom. How come you didn't try to live with her lifestyle?" Geoffrey was at a loss for words. "I—I don't know, honey. I don't think we even had a life together. She was always out—"
"How come you didn't go with her? How come you didn't buy a mobile home or something?"
"Hermione, it's not as easy as that. I didn't want you to grow up in a different country every month! You wouldn't have had a normal life."
"It's better than not having a life without Mom!" Hermione shut the book. "Daddy, you love her. Don't you dad?"
Geoffrey couldn't bear to look at his daughter. "Listen, I invited Luella and her son for dinner here Saturday night." He said, changing the subject. "Then we could all go out and have ice-cream and—"
"DAD!" Hermione stood up. "Hello!? You just met her! You bumped into her in the train station! You took her out to lunch as an apology! How could you invite a complete stranger for dinner?"
Geoffrey was surprised at Hermione's sudden outburst. "I got to know Luella when we had lunch and she seems like a nice lady—"
"Don't you feel guilty?!"
"Guilty? Why would I feel guilty?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "I can't believe you're acting the way you do! It was so embarrassing—at the restaurant, all you and Luella ever did was flirt with each other!"
Jasmine rushed out, hearing the commotion. Geoffrey's jaw dropped. "I-I was not! You listen here, young lady—"
"I mean, don't you care about mom anymore? She's been gone for only six years and you go around slobbering all over someone you just met and—"
"Hermione! How dare you speak to me like that! I am your father!" Geoffrey was red-faced and a little flushed, but he sure looked upset.
Hermione ran upstairs and locked herself in her room.
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20 minutes later. . .
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Hermione came bounding down the stairs and into the living room where she saw her father watching TV. She plopped down beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"What are you watching, daddy?" she asked in a cheerful manner, as if nothing had happened. Geoffrey had 'confused' written all over his face, but chose to humor Hermione.
"Oprah."
"Oprah? I never knew you liked Oprah."
"I don't."
"So why do you watch it?"
"Is there other things to do?"
"Not really."
"Then, that's why I'm watching Oprah."
"I want to watch something else."
"Then go to your room. You have a TV there."
"It's broken."
"It isn't."
"It is, daddy."
"We'll take it to the repair shop tomorrow."
"I didn't ask you to."
"Just incase you did."
"But I didn't."
"Hermione, why are we talking about your broken TV?"
"Is there other things to talk about?"
"Not really."
"Then, that's why we're talking about my broken TV."
Geoffrey clicked the TV off and started at his daughter. "You pay for the repair." He said. Hermione caught an amused tone, but decided to carry on with this ridiculous conversation—it was making both her and her father feel better.
"But I don't have any money." She replied.
"What happened to the money I gave you?"
"Spent it."
"Then that's your problem."
"I'm not paying."
"Then it's not getting fixed anytime soon because I'M not paying."
"I didn't want to watch TV there anyway."
"So why are you making a fuss about it?"
"Because I'm bored."
"Go be bored somewhere else."
"Grandma's asleep."
"So?"
"She's asleep."
"Again, I repeat, so?"
"So what?"
"Exactly. So what?"
"What about so?"
"What?"
"So."
"So?"
"So."
"Hermione!"
"What?"
"Why'd you bring up the subject about Jasmine sleeping?"
"I don't know."
Geoffrey and Hermione stared at each other.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!" they both burst out laughing. "Hermione, Hermione, Hermione! You always know how to make my day!" Geoffrey said, gasping for air.
"I love you daddy!" Hermione giggled, hugging Geoffrey.