*Im back* Sorry its been forver no excuse* Nothing belongs to me*
Jean reached across the table and squeezed Hermione's hand. "Sweetie, I know how hard it is to see your first boyfriend with someone else. It will just take some time to get over this and let your self heal.
"But really, I should already be over it!"Hermione vented."I mean all he ever talked about was quidditch , and he was about as romantic as a toothpick. I just really miss, oh I dont know what I actully miss."
"That butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling of wanting to be with someone who feels the same way as you do?" Jean guessed.
"Excatly, that is defenitly what I miss." Hermione admitted sheepishly.
"Well, I can promise you darling, that you will have that again, and defenitly with someone much better." Jean said intenely.
"But mom how do you know that?" Hermioen asked doubtfully.
"Because we mothers have an intuition about these things. So when you see Ron with Lavender, do your best to shurg it off and think how lucky you are that you are free for a guy that will treat you so much better. A guy who is actully worthy of my little bookworm."
Hermione shook her head wondering. It never ceased to amaze her that her mom had such an optimistic out look on her love life. Or even that she belived in love at all, after all Jean herself had been through in that department.
"I am serious, and in the meantime, are your using all this in your writting?" asked Jean.
"Oh your know it, lots of angsty song lyrics and poems."
"Thats my girl, you better let me read some of it real soon then ya?" Jean asked
"Once I edit it to profection? Sure." Hermione said with a grin. "And I think I will take you up on burgers on the beach after all."
Even though she was more than a little skeptial of Jean's predictions about her love life, Hermione always felt better after confiding in her. It had always been the two of them against the world since Hermione was born, and there was never a problem or any type of heartache that her mother could not solve.
"Honey, you are looking pretty pale, did you sleep well last night?" Jean asked with concern.
"Not really. I woke up in the middle of the night after dreaming about my Mystery Man, and then it took me forever to even fall back to sleep."
"So you saw him again? Do tell."
"Mom, I know you think the dreams are cool and all, but I can never meet this guy in real life. So the whole thing is really irritating."
I think its romantic, maybe its your subconscious telling you not to worry about Ron, and that you are going to find that special person." Jean glanced at her watch. "Yikes, its seven thirty! You better go get ready."