Hermione dreamy Vacations
Mr. and Mrs. Granger were taking a vacation trip with their beautiful daughter in Italy. They were completely unaware of what was going on in the world of their daughter. Hermione Granger was a very clever, and scheming, little witch. She knew that if her parents got wind of the war taking place in the wizardry world, they wouldn't let her go back to Hogwarts. She chooses not to tell. She wasn't lying, she just wasn't telling all the truth.
It wasn't the only thing she wasn't telling. In fact, she was a very secretive person. Even her two best friends didn't knew her all that well; she wasn't telling them loads of things. In fact, it wasn't as she didn't want to tell them she could easily do wandless magic. She also was an animagus. She managed the transformation at the beginning of the summer. She was a beautiful black panther.
Hermione wanted so much to help the cause, she took it on herself to learn wandless magic and human transfiguration, that way she could help Harry and Ron to do it better, actually, Harry wasn't all that bad, if it wasn't for the Half blood Prince book, but in the case of Ron, it was almost hopeless. While she said to her parents she was going to the beach, in fact, she was going in a small abandoned cottage in front of the beach, to study magic. She was very ambitious that girl some where saying, others, that she was a know-it-all, a bookworm. She was just a very passionate person.
It seemed like it was yesterday that she arrived in Italy. In reality, it was two weeks ago. Hermione was missing her friends a lot. She only got one letter from each of them. She had so much to tell them. She didn't want to write it down, letters could be intercepted. Nothing was safe anymore. She reasoned herself to wait until she gets back to England before trying to reach her friends. It was risky to even tell them where she was.
Her parents were leaving for the week today. They were going into a Dentistry Convention in Palermo. She would have the villa to herself. In her opinion, it did change nothing as they were always working. Sure, they were happy to have her with them, but, they were workaholics. She saw them briefly in the evenings when at home, and when they were travelling, well; travelling was an excuse for attending dentistry conventions, so she didn't see them that much. The situation did not bother her a lot as she was used to it. Also, at seventeen her parents found her mature enough to be on her own.
Her parents were already gone when Hermione woke up. She took her coffee on the veranda facing the ocean. 'What a beautiful sight' thought Hermione sipping slowly her drink. Hermione couldn't help to think about what Harry said about not returning to Hogwarts this year. She was with him a hundred percent, but as the same time, schooling was very important for her, always was. She needed to convince him to return to Hogwarts no matters what, deep down, she knew it was impossible. When Harry had an idea, nothing would make him change his mind. He was so much like her.
In the two weeks she'd been in Italy, Hermione took time for herself, time to think about Ron, their relation, if you could call that a relation. She realised that it was her pride that had been hurt when Ron preferred her to Lavender. She loved him dearly; don't get her wrong, but more like a brother, if that was possible. "But then, she thought, why was I so happy when they broke up?" Hermione was very puzzled. And she realised that she had been jealous, scared to loose her place in his heart.
Hermione quickly finished her coffee and decided it was time for some leisure. She would be back home in less than a week and hadn't been one single time to the beach. She put her red bikini and grabbed her towel then walk to the beach not so far from the villa. It was a private beach so no one would bother her. Her last week in Italy ended very quickly. That week had been dedicated to leisure. The only book Hermione opened was for her own divertissement, the biography of Nietzsche.
Hermione parents came back from their conference on the day Hermione's plane was scheduled. They wouldn't come back with her as they had more conferences to attend. They took a large breakfast, talked about Hermione election as Head girl. They were very proud of their daughter. After the meal, they escorted their daughter to the airport. Even if she was a witch and could now apparate, they felt safer to see her in a plane. Hermione promised her parents to write often, like she always did, and that was it for the goodbyes. Hermione parents weren't the showing off sort, neither was their daughter, so there was no crying and no never ending hugs.
The trip back home last two hours. During that time, Hermione wrote letters to her friends, inviting them to join her in Diagon Alley. Her parents gave her money to spend the rest of her vacation at the hotel. Hermione decided to go in a wizardry hotel, the Leaky Cauldron. If Harry and Ron could stay with her, that would be the best vacation ever. She was so happy to be back home.