A/N: Not a whole lot to say just thanks for reading! I really appreciate all the reviews!
To My Darling Reviewers: Yeah, it is modeled after Kare Kano a bit, I was watching it and I could totally see Hermione in that situation, so I did it. Sam is so totally going down with in the next...uh... 3 chapters probably I'll get to it. Don't hold me to it though!! If anybody has any ideas about how I should do so, let me know, cause I've had some, but I could always use more, especially if they involve her mother going down as well... MUWAHAHAHA!
Chapter 9
Hermione sighed as she and Aunt Chelsea helped her mother clear the table. The rest of her family was currently in the living room sipping tea and idly chit chatting. Ron and Harry were sitting at the table doing their best to finish off the last piece of desert together.
With Ron's hand no longer on hers, Hermione suddenly felt a wave of anger wash over her. It didn't help that her Aunt was still trying to talk to her.
"It's very nice of you to help your mother clean up the table Hermione." Chelsea said with that fake smile plastered on her face, "Of course Samantha offered, but I insisted that she went up to bed, she was looking dreadfully tired." Hermione nodded, not bothering to mention that she was probably tired because she had snuck out at 12 o'clock the previous night.
"When exactly is your birthday Hermione?" Chelsea continued to speak when no one else did; she acted like she was merely trying to make polite conversation. Hermione however understood that everything Chelsea said to her had an underlying meaning.
"September 19th." Hermione replied shortly, waiting for her Aunt to get to her true point as Hermione rinsed a dish off and placed it in the dish washer.
"I was just thinking about when your parents got married, it was that April before you were born I believe, it was such a quaint little ceremony." Chelsea replied with an irritating grin.
Hermione didn't have to do the math. She already knew that she was conceived before her real parents had gotten married, but she could see Ron and Harry doing the math in their heads as they brought the last dessert dish to the sink.
Hermione's face grew red with anger. Couldn't a girl have friends that were boys without people thinking they were doing stuff?? Hermione was not like her parents. She was not going to get pregnant and have a child outside of wedlock. Hermione took a deep breath in order to control herself; she wasn't going to let her Aunt get to her.
The cleaning was finished and Hermione started to head back up the stairs towards the study with Ron and Harry in tow when her mother stopped her.
"Hermione, wait," Tabitha said as Hermione placed a foot on the first stair, "Your father and I have something we wanted to give you, we were going to wait, but I figure you need some cheering up. Just let me get your father and we'll give it to you."
Hermione nodded and waited for her mother to retrieve her father from the den. When the two came back out they lead Hermione, Harry and Ron outside in front of the garage. Hermione stared around confused; they couldn't be giving her what she thought they were, could they?
"Now Hermione," Her father started, "I just want to thank you for putting up with my family, I know it's not easy for you." Hermione smiled warmly up at her father, she knew he cared about her, even if he didn't always show it. "This is an early birthday present from your mother and me."
"I feel awful just sitting there while they make such horrible assumptions about you." Mrs. Granger said, taking her daughter in a warm embrace. "I'm not about to get into a 'my daughter's better than yours' argument though, I don't need to boast, I already know I have the brightest, most beautiful daughter in the world. I don't care who your parents were, you're ours and nothings going to change that." Mrs. Granger gave Hermione one more tight squeeze before releasing her. Ron looked at the two confusedly, but decided that it was best to ask questions later.
With that, Mr. Granger took a small remote from his pocket and pushed a button to open the garage door.
"Happy Birthday dear." Tabitha Granger said with a grin of anticipation as the garage slowly opened.
Hermione nearly collapsed when she saw it. It had to be the best car she had ever seen! It was a brand new reddish orange convertible Volkswagen Beetle with a black top. Hermione beamed before throwing her arms around both her parents' necks in a crushing group hug. She kissed them both on the cheek multiple times.
"Ohhhhhhh thank you, thank you, thank you!!" Hermione said, jumping up and down on the spot, grinning like mad.
"I told you she'd like it!" Tabitha Granger said as she nudged her husband in the side. "I was so happy when I saw they had them in your favorite color!" Hermione's cheeks burned slightly at the comment, but it could easily have been mistaken for a blush of excitement.
"Can I drive it?" Hermione asked eagerly. Her father laughed and pulled a key from his pocket and handed it to his daughter.
"Of course you can, it is yours after all!" William Granger grinned at her excitement, he hadn't seen her this happy in ages.
Hermione quickly hugged each of her parents once more before running towards the car. "Thanks dad! Thanks mum!"
"Just be home by 9 o'clock!" William yelled after her as he looked at his watch, it was 8 o'clock now. "And don't go too far!" "Okay dad!" Hermione said over her shoulder, she had already jumped in the car and pushed the button to take the top down. Ron smiled crookedly at Hermione. He didn't understand why muggles got so excited about cars; he did however love watching Hermione be so excited about something other than taking a test. For some reason, he couldn't help but be excited himself.
Harry smiled, he hadn't been able to get his drivers license, the Dursleys wouldn't let him anywhere near their car. He was happy for Hermione though and was excited to do something considered remotely normal for a muggle teenager. He, Ron and Hermione never had time to really just 'hang out' like normal friends do. So he really enjoyed every peaceful moment they had together, just being friends.
"Shotgun, I get the front seat!" Harry called as he ran towards the car after Hermione.
"What??" Ron exclaimed. He stared at Harry's back as he ran away. "That's not fair! You can't do that!"
Harry quickly climbed into the front passenger's seat and stuck his tongue out at Ron, who was standing right beside him. "Sorry Ron," Harry said, "Muggle tradition and all, I called it!"
Ron looked warily towards the back seat. "Harry, come on mate! My legs are a lot longer than yours, there gonna be squashed in the back."
"Ron, Harry's right," Hermione said with a grin. "It's a muggle tradition, he did call it first."
"Bloody Muggles..." Ron muttered to himself as he carefully climbed over Harry and into the back without scuffing the car or stepping on the seats.
Hermione cranked the car and looked at the two boys for a moment before giving up on them figuring out why she hadn't left yet. "Seat belts you two!!" Hermione shouted at them, though she couldn't keep the grin off her face for very long.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, buckling his seat belt. Ron however, smirked.
"Hermione, do you really think seat belts are gonna save us if we crash? I mean, we got magic right? Even if we weren't quick enough with our wands," Here Ron patted his pocket, "St. Mungos can fix anything, we'd be fine." Ron thought for a second then added, "Besides, if necessary, we could just apparate out of the car before anything happened."
Hermione glared hard at him. "I'm glad you care so much about me Ronald. If you haven't forgotten, I'm not old enough to get my apparition license yet."
Ron grinned, "Oh yeah."
"Just put your seat belt on so we can go!" Harry moaned. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were still in the drive way, waiting to see them off. Ron reluctantly gave in and buckled his seat belt. Hermione smiled and they pulled out of the drive, William Granger yelling "Be Careful!" after them.
"Oh, stop pouting Ron!" Hermione yelled over the music and the wind. Hermione looked into the rear view mirror to get a better look at him, he only pouted more.
"How about we stop for ice cream? My treat!" Hermione yelled back to him, still glancing at him occasionally in the rear view mirror. Harry looked at Hermione in shock, he was stuffed, how could she even be thinking about food right now? Then he remembered, Hermione had eaten very little the entire meal, she spent most of her time staring down at her food, poking it around with her fork and Ron, well, Ron was always hungry.
"Alright, but I get to order anything I want." Ron said, his face cracking into smile, making Hermione laugh.
"It's a deal." Hermione agreed. "So, what should I name it?" She said out of no where.
"Name what?" Ron asked, puzzled, looking at Hermione like she was crazy.
"The car of course!" She exclaimed as if it were perfectly obvious.
"Of course the car, how stupid of me, muggles don't name houses, but they do name cars. It makes perfect sense!" Ron said, throwing his arms about in an utter sarcastic manner.
Hermione shook her head, "So, what should I name it?" She asked again. Harry rubbed his chin in thought.
"Well, the color sort of reminds me of Ron, cause of his hair I guess," Harry said, gesturing casually towards Ron in the back seat, Hermione's cheeks tinted pink and she focused hard on the road in front of her, "And, the top is black, like my hair, so I think it's a given you name it after us."
"Then I think you ought to name it 'Handsome'." Ron smiled at Harry, "Just about covers the both of us, eh?"
"Don't think so." Hermione said, "No offense or anything boys, but I'm not the kind of girl that just says," here Hermione tried to sound seductive, "'Hi ya Handsome' to just anybody, not even a beloved car of mine. I will name it after you two though if you can come up with something good enough."
"How bout 'Ha' for Harry and 'n' for Ron, it could be Han, like the Han Solo from Star Wars without the Solo part." Harry said, determined to have the car named after him.
"Hey! You get two letters and I just get one! That's not fair!" Ron said, not even bothering to ask what Star Wars was.
"Then you come up with one if you're so clever." Harry said, turning in his seat to look at him.
"How 'bout..." Ron said, tilting his head in thought, "How 'bout Roarry. Not only has it got a little bit of me and Harry in it, it's got Gryffindor in it too!"
"Roarry?" Harry said to himself, "Roarry, I like it, it's done, your car is named 'Roarry'." He said to Hermione with finality in his voice.
"Fine, I suppose it will have to do. After all, you've already called it that, it probably won't respond to anything else now." Hermione said, flashing a smile back at Ron as she pulled into the parking lot of a local ice cream parlor and pulled into a space.
"That's right, it's red and stubborn, aren't you Roarry?" Ron asked as he hopped out of the car and patted its side while he spoke.
A/N: I know this was probably a total let down in general but mainly in the R/Hr department, but next chapter will be so full of it you'll wanna vomit!! I PROMISE!! Okay, also, sorry about the total lack of really anything happening this chapter, but I just wanted to post it so I could write the next one. I just felt like I couldn't progress until I posted what I've already written, but hopefully my next chapter will be better, I'm looking forward to writing it!
THANKS FOR READING!
To My Darling Reviewers: Yeah, it is modeled after Kare Kano a bit, I was watching it and I could totally see Hermione in that situation, so I did it. Sam is so totally going down with in the next...uh... 3 chapters probably I'll get to it. Don't hold me to it though!! If anybody has any ideas about how I should do so, let me know, cause I've had some, but I could always use more, especially if they involve her mother going down as well... MUWAHAHAHA!
Chapter 9
Hermione sighed as she and Aunt Chelsea helped her mother clear the table. The rest of her family was currently in the living room sipping tea and idly chit chatting. Ron and Harry were sitting at the table doing their best to finish off the last piece of desert together.
With Ron's hand no longer on hers, Hermione suddenly felt a wave of anger wash over her. It didn't help that her Aunt was still trying to talk to her.
"It's very nice of you to help your mother clean up the table Hermione." Chelsea said with that fake smile plastered on her face, "Of course Samantha offered, but I insisted that she went up to bed, she was looking dreadfully tired." Hermione nodded, not bothering to mention that she was probably tired because she had snuck out at 12 o'clock the previous night.
"When exactly is your birthday Hermione?" Chelsea continued to speak when no one else did; she acted like she was merely trying to make polite conversation. Hermione however understood that everything Chelsea said to her had an underlying meaning.
"September 19th." Hermione replied shortly, waiting for her Aunt to get to her true point as Hermione rinsed a dish off and placed it in the dish washer.
"I was just thinking about when your parents got married, it was that April before you were born I believe, it was such a quaint little ceremony." Chelsea replied with an irritating grin.
Hermione didn't have to do the math. She already knew that she was conceived before her real parents had gotten married, but she could see Ron and Harry doing the math in their heads as they brought the last dessert dish to the sink.
Hermione's face grew red with anger. Couldn't a girl have friends that were boys without people thinking they were doing stuff?? Hermione was not like her parents. She was not going to get pregnant and have a child outside of wedlock. Hermione took a deep breath in order to control herself; she wasn't going to let her Aunt get to her.
The cleaning was finished and Hermione started to head back up the stairs towards the study with Ron and Harry in tow when her mother stopped her.
"Hermione, wait," Tabitha said as Hermione placed a foot on the first stair, "Your father and I have something we wanted to give you, we were going to wait, but I figure you need some cheering up. Just let me get your father and we'll give it to you."
Hermione nodded and waited for her mother to retrieve her father from the den. When the two came back out they lead Hermione, Harry and Ron outside in front of the garage. Hermione stared around confused; they couldn't be giving her what she thought they were, could they?
"Now Hermione," Her father started, "I just want to thank you for putting up with my family, I know it's not easy for you." Hermione smiled warmly up at her father, she knew he cared about her, even if he didn't always show it. "This is an early birthday present from your mother and me."
"I feel awful just sitting there while they make such horrible assumptions about you." Mrs. Granger said, taking her daughter in a warm embrace. "I'm not about to get into a 'my daughter's better than yours' argument though, I don't need to boast, I already know I have the brightest, most beautiful daughter in the world. I don't care who your parents were, you're ours and nothings going to change that." Mrs. Granger gave Hermione one more tight squeeze before releasing her. Ron looked at the two confusedly, but decided that it was best to ask questions later.
With that, Mr. Granger took a small remote from his pocket and pushed a button to open the garage door.
"Happy Birthday dear." Tabitha Granger said with a grin of anticipation as the garage slowly opened.
Hermione nearly collapsed when she saw it. It had to be the best car she had ever seen! It was a brand new reddish orange convertible Volkswagen Beetle with a black top. Hermione beamed before throwing her arms around both her parents' necks in a crushing group hug. She kissed them both on the cheek multiple times.
"Ohhhhhhh thank you, thank you, thank you!!" Hermione said, jumping up and down on the spot, grinning like mad.
"I told you she'd like it!" Tabitha Granger said as she nudged her husband in the side. "I was so happy when I saw they had them in your favorite color!" Hermione's cheeks burned slightly at the comment, but it could easily have been mistaken for a blush of excitement.
"Can I drive it?" Hermione asked eagerly. Her father laughed and pulled a key from his pocket and handed it to his daughter.
"Of course you can, it is yours after all!" William Granger grinned at her excitement, he hadn't seen her this happy in ages.
Hermione quickly hugged each of her parents once more before running towards the car. "Thanks dad! Thanks mum!"
"Just be home by 9 o'clock!" William yelled after her as he looked at his watch, it was 8 o'clock now. "And don't go too far!" "Okay dad!" Hermione said over her shoulder, she had already jumped in the car and pushed the button to take the top down. Ron smiled crookedly at Hermione. He didn't understand why muggles got so excited about cars; he did however love watching Hermione be so excited about something other than taking a test. For some reason, he couldn't help but be excited himself.
Harry smiled, he hadn't been able to get his drivers license, the Dursleys wouldn't let him anywhere near their car. He was happy for Hermione though and was excited to do something considered remotely normal for a muggle teenager. He, Ron and Hermione never had time to really just 'hang out' like normal friends do. So he really enjoyed every peaceful moment they had together, just being friends.
"Shotgun, I get the front seat!" Harry called as he ran towards the car after Hermione.
"What??" Ron exclaimed. He stared at Harry's back as he ran away. "That's not fair! You can't do that!"
Harry quickly climbed into the front passenger's seat and stuck his tongue out at Ron, who was standing right beside him. "Sorry Ron," Harry said, "Muggle tradition and all, I called it!"
Ron looked warily towards the back seat. "Harry, come on mate! My legs are a lot longer than yours, there gonna be squashed in the back."
"Ron, Harry's right," Hermione said with a grin. "It's a muggle tradition, he did call it first."
"Bloody Muggles..." Ron muttered to himself as he carefully climbed over Harry and into the back without scuffing the car or stepping on the seats.
Hermione cranked the car and looked at the two boys for a moment before giving up on them figuring out why she hadn't left yet. "Seat belts you two!!" Hermione shouted at them, though she couldn't keep the grin off her face for very long.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, buckling his seat belt. Ron however, smirked.
"Hermione, do you really think seat belts are gonna save us if we crash? I mean, we got magic right? Even if we weren't quick enough with our wands," Here Ron patted his pocket, "St. Mungos can fix anything, we'd be fine." Ron thought for a second then added, "Besides, if necessary, we could just apparate out of the car before anything happened."
Hermione glared hard at him. "I'm glad you care so much about me Ronald. If you haven't forgotten, I'm not old enough to get my apparition license yet."
Ron grinned, "Oh yeah."
"Just put your seat belt on so we can go!" Harry moaned. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were still in the drive way, waiting to see them off. Ron reluctantly gave in and buckled his seat belt. Hermione smiled and they pulled out of the drive, William Granger yelling "Be Careful!" after them.
"Oh, stop pouting Ron!" Hermione yelled over the music and the wind. Hermione looked into the rear view mirror to get a better look at him, he only pouted more.
"How about we stop for ice cream? My treat!" Hermione yelled back to him, still glancing at him occasionally in the rear view mirror. Harry looked at Hermione in shock, he was stuffed, how could she even be thinking about food right now? Then he remembered, Hermione had eaten very little the entire meal, she spent most of her time staring down at her food, poking it around with her fork and Ron, well, Ron was always hungry.
"Alright, but I get to order anything I want." Ron said, his face cracking into smile, making Hermione laugh.
"It's a deal." Hermione agreed. "So, what should I name it?" She said out of no where.
"Name what?" Ron asked, puzzled, looking at Hermione like she was crazy.
"The car of course!" She exclaimed as if it were perfectly obvious.
"Of course the car, how stupid of me, muggles don't name houses, but they do name cars. It makes perfect sense!" Ron said, throwing his arms about in an utter sarcastic manner.
Hermione shook her head, "So, what should I name it?" She asked again. Harry rubbed his chin in thought.
"Well, the color sort of reminds me of Ron, cause of his hair I guess," Harry said, gesturing casually towards Ron in the back seat, Hermione's cheeks tinted pink and she focused hard on the road in front of her, "And, the top is black, like my hair, so I think it's a given you name it after us."
"Then I think you ought to name it 'Handsome'." Ron smiled at Harry, "Just about covers the both of us, eh?"
"Don't think so." Hermione said, "No offense or anything boys, but I'm not the kind of girl that just says," here Hermione tried to sound seductive, "'Hi ya Handsome' to just anybody, not even a beloved car of mine. I will name it after you two though if you can come up with something good enough."
"How bout 'Ha' for Harry and 'n' for Ron, it could be Han, like the Han Solo from Star Wars without the Solo part." Harry said, determined to have the car named after him.
"Hey! You get two letters and I just get one! That's not fair!" Ron said, not even bothering to ask what Star Wars was.
"Then you come up with one if you're so clever." Harry said, turning in his seat to look at him.
"How 'bout..." Ron said, tilting his head in thought, "How 'bout Roarry. Not only has it got a little bit of me and Harry in it, it's got Gryffindor in it too!"
"Roarry?" Harry said to himself, "Roarry, I like it, it's done, your car is named 'Roarry'." He said to Hermione with finality in his voice.
"Fine, I suppose it will have to do. After all, you've already called it that, it probably won't respond to anything else now." Hermione said, flashing a smile back at Ron as she pulled into the parking lot of a local ice cream parlor and pulled into a space.
"That's right, it's red and stubborn, aren't you Roarry?" Ron asked as he hopped out of the car and patted its side while he spoke.
A/N: I know this was probably a total let down in general but mainly in the R/Hr department, but next chapter will be so full of it you'll wanna vomit!! I PROMISE!! Okay, also, sorry about the total lack of really anything happening this chapter, but I just wanted to post it so I could write the next one. I just felt like I couldn't progress until I posted what I've already written, but hopefully my next chapter will be better, I'm looking forward to writing it!
THANKS FOR READING!