Do Your Thing

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A/N: ok! Time for second chapter! It was delayed a while, I am sorry about that,

I was working on my other stories. And I had to make a good start for my newer one. Well…anyway…Please READ!

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            Holly stared at Hermione suspiciously. She was acting very strangely, As soon as she finished reading the mail.

            Hermione rose from her chair, wide eyed. "I think I need some fresh air…" Hermione grumbled, her hands at her sides twitching rapidly. Holly blinked in confusion. This wasn't like Hermione at all she was usually so calm and aware.

            Holly's eyes slowly drifted down to the pile of mail, she must have over looked something.

            For a short moment Holly met her mother's eyes, they were filled with confusion, and she could tell she was nervous and unsure about something. Hermione slowly walked towards the door, grabbing a pack of cigarettes on the way.

            Holly sighed heavily and looked back at the pile of mail that was scattered all over the small table. She spread them out even more so, so she could look at them all. One however caught her eye. She slowly picked it up, looking it over. It certainly didn't look like an ordinary letter.  She glanced at the address, and realized it was for her.

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            Hermione leaned on the railing, as the warm breeze ruffled her fluffy brown hair. This was not good. If Holly decided to attend Hogwarts, it would make her job a whole lot harder. She only had two weeks. Two crummy weeks, to find out who Holly's father is. She glanced back into the house and saw Holly, carefully opening the letter. She didn't feel like stopping her, she would have to know about it anyway.

            Hermione took a piece of parchment out of her back pocket. And she unfolded it quickly spreading it out with her hands, smoothing the wrinkles out. She quickly picked up a pencil and wrote down all the names of the people she could remember that attended the party.

            Harry Potter

            Draco Malfoy

            Neville Longbottom

            George Weasley

            Fred Weasley

            Ronald Weasley

            Hermione's eyes went over the list slowly, saying the names under her breath. She would have to find each of them, and she quickly decided that talking to them in person would get her more information.

            Thank the lord for the Internet Hermione thought, as she searched for each name and found there current location. It seemed easy enough, they were all relatively close by. She cursed herself for not keeping in contact with them. Her eyes quickly scanned the parchment again. First one on the list, Harry Potter.

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            "Well, this is it honey," Hermione's father said, leaning forward in his seat so he could get a better view of the house that was in front of them.

            Hermione gulped, at first she thought they might have gone to the wrong house. This house was small, and looked rather old. She scratched the back of her neck nervously.

            "Come back in about a hour," Hermione said to her father. "And thank you for driving me.

            Hermione pulled her purse from under the seat, swinging it over her shoulder. As she slowly got out of the car, and waved her father away.

            Hermione ignored the feeling in the pit of her stomach as best as she could, as she knocked on the small oak door. She waited a moment, she couldn't hear anyone coming. She slowly turned on her heel, deciding that he wasn't home.

            "Hello Little Girl, are you selling Girl Guide Cookies?" She twirled around, to see a man with ruffled black hair poking his head of the door and smiling at her.

            Hermione shook her head, "Uh, no…I am here to talk to Mr. Harry Potter, is he in?" Hermione asked nervously.

            "Well, you've come to the right place," He said smiling warmly at her. "Mr. Harry Potter is I."

            Hermione stared at the man. Now that she looked at him closely, he looked somewhat like Harry. The man wasn't wearing his glasses, so Hermione quickly decided that, that was the reason she didn't recognize him. He actually was quite handsome.

            "May I ask who you are," Harry asked cocking his head to the side curiously.

            Hermione snapped out of her trance to answer "Um…I'm Hermione Granger."

            Harry stared at her for a long time. He looked very doubtful indeed. Hermione smiled nervously.

            "Mione?" he asked.

            Hermione nodded slowly, continuing to smile.

            "Its me," Hermione said slowly.

            Harry wrapped Hermione in a tight hug, as Hermione gasped for air.

            "H-Harry, can you please l-let go of me, I c-can't breath."

            Harry let go of her quickly, smiling broadly. He stepped aside gesturing for her to come in. She smiled back at him and took a step inside the small house.

            It was highly polished, every piece of furniture rubbed until it gleamed. This amazed Hermione; Harry had never been much of a clean freak when she went to school with him.

            "Would you like some coffee?" Harry asked her.

            "Um…yes please, that would be lovely."

            Harry disappeared for a moment, returning again with two cups of coffee in his hands.

            "Magic," Harry said grinning proudly.

            Hermione smiled back, as her eyes traveled around the room.

            "You have a very nice house," Hermione said slowly.

            "Why, thank you."

            "So…what have you been doing with yourself?" Hermione asked curiously.

            "Oh, I work at the Ministry, Control of Magical Creatures department."

            "Hmm… I never thought that you would want to work in the Magical Creatures department."

            "Yes, a lot of people tell me that," Harry said grinning. "What do you do?"

            "I work for a muggle newspaper."

            "I never thought the Great Hermione Granger would want to work as a newspaper reporter. But, I know talking about our jobs is not why you're here," Harry said raising his eyebrows.

            Hermione shook her head, "and you are correct, that's not why I am here." Hermione said raising the coffee to her lips and blowing lightly.

            "Then, if I may ask, why are you here?"

            Hermione sighed, she didn't know exactly how to put it. In simple and understandable terms.

            "It's about my daughter…" Hermione said trailing off.

            "Your daughter?"

            Hermione nodded, "Yes, my daughter."

            "What about her?"

            Hermione stared up at the ceiling, as if the answer was written up there.

            "You can tell me," Harry said watching her closely.

            "I don't doubt it, It's just how…"

            "You don't know how?"

            Hermione stared at him, her eyes meeting his. "Well, its…kinda off a hard thing to ask someone."

            Harry nodded knowingly. "I see…well, you can ask me anything, you know that."

            Hermione looked doubtful, "This is a little different, from everything."

            "Just ask and get it over with."

            "Well…I….don't know who her father is," Hermione said slowly.

            "You don't know who her father is?"

            "That's what I said."

            "And…you're wondering, if I am the father?"

            Hermione nodded, she could feel the heat rising into her cheeks.

A/N: Chapter two!! Yay! Ok…tell me what you think…