Own Nothing. This is a bit longer then the last few chapters and I wanted it to be longer, but it's late and I'm super tired with a lot to do tomorrow. So here is this chapter and hopefully a new one in the next few days.
Chapter Eleven.
She woke up to the sun in her eyes, the glare coming through the window. She blinked, adjusting to the light in the open room. She covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned, sitting up. Stretching she looked around the room, it was a familiar one, one that she had grown accustomed to over the last few years.
"Mummy! Mummy!" She turned her head to see two little kids running into her room, jumping up on her bed. They wrapped their tiny little arms around her neck and hugged her tightly. "Happy Mummy's Day!" They shouted into her ears, as she hugged them back.
"Oh, is it Mother's Day already?" She smiled at the two little children as they pulled away. "My, hows the year flown by. Where's your Dad" There was a knock at the door and Hermione looked up to see Ron standing there with a plate of food.
"Mornin' Love." He set the plate at her bed table and kissed her on the forehead.
"Morning Ron. I'm glad you could make it home today." She smiled up at him.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." He winked at her, before turning to look at the children. "Now I know you two haven't finish getting ready yet." He playfully scolded them. The laughed and ran out of the room.
"Where are they going?" Hermione asked, as she watched their children leave.
"Their going to spend today with Mum. And I have to do a few things, but later tonight we're going out to eat."
"What am I doing today?" She asked, confusion covered her face, she didn't want to spend Mother's Day alone. There was a empty place in her mind set, and she tried to place what should belong there, something was missing but what? But before she could think about it to much, she got a headache. Rubbing her forehead, she looked up at her husband.
"You okay Love?" He asked, kneeling down next to the bed and cupped her face with his hand.
"Yea." She smiled. "What was I saying?"
"You were saying that you didn't know what you were doing today. But sweetheart, you know that your mother and father flew all the way up from Australia to see you and the kids. You're spending the day with her."
Hermione laughed, as if she just had a lapse in thought. "Oh, yes, I remember now. Mum and I are going to go shopping in Muggle London. How could I have forgotten?" She pulled the blankets off of her. "I need to get ready."
"Love." Ron interrupted.
"What?" She groaned, looking up at him.
"You need to eat first. Then you can shower and get ready in little bit." He kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the room.
Hermione sat back in her bed and stared out the window. She always did love the view, they had bought this house when they first got engaged, the Marriage Law coming into full effect, but they were safe. Hermione stopped in her train of thought...Marriage Law.
She grabbed her head, as she rolled over in pain, blinking several times as the pain receded. Sitting back up, she smiled, as she turning to grab the plate of food. And she began to eat her meal.
It was twenty minutes later, the plate in the sink and she made her way into the bathroom to take a shower. Turning the water on hot, Hermione stripped out of her nightie and stepped into the warm water. She stood there, letting the water hit the top of her head, the heat of it falling down. After her body adjusted to the water, she upped the heat and began to clean her hair. Finished, she lathered body wash and did her shaving.
She washed off all of the left over soap and turned the water off. Stepping out of the shower, She wrapped a towel around her and walked over to the sink to brush her teeth. After a few minutes, she finished, rinsing out her mouth, she looked up at the foggy mirror. Rolling her eyes, she wiped the steam off the mirror. She stared at her reflection for a few minutes. Blinking, she saw a black cloaked figure behind her, his face fare, only a mouth with sharp teeth. She turned around sharply, only to see nothing was there. "Oh Merlin, I'm going insane, seeing figures in the mist." She laughed lightly before leaving the bathroom.
She walked back into her room and dried herself off, she quickly changed into new undergarments and a pair of jeans and a blue blouse. She was looking at herself in the full length mirror that her parents had left her when they moved to Australia. She was deciding if she should put her hair up or not when she saw someone behind her. She stepped closer to the mirror to see who it was.
It was Teddy, except not the ten year old Teddy that live with Harry and Ginny. But the one behind her was at least fifteen. "Teddy?"
"Mum? Mum, where are you?" He looked around, but he couldn't see her.
"Teddy, what are you doing here?" She watched him in the mirror before turning around sharply only to see Ron in the doorway.
"Everything okay 'Mione?" He asked, walking towards her.
"Yes." She rubbed her face with her hands, before looking back at him. "No, not really Ron. I feel like I'm going insane."
He laughed lightly and gave her a hug. "It's because you work to hard Love, I told you, you need to take some vacation time. We could go visit your parents or something."
"Maybe." She looked up at him. "Do you still love me, even though I'm going crazy?"
He kissed her on the lips."I would love you even if you were going bat shit crazy. Because we have each other and our families and our two beautiful children."
Hermione stiffened in his arms when he mentioned children. "What's wrong love?"
"Oh, nothing, I just forgot when I was suppose to meet Mum." She pulled away and put on her poker face.
"I think you do need to leave soon. You're meeting in London in less then an hour, and it'll take forty five minutes to get there." He looked down at her with a smile. He stepped away, pulled her hand to follow him out of the room. They stopped in the living room. "Okay kids, come say bye to your mum, we need to leave."
The two children came running down the stairs, and ran up to Hermione. "We love you Mummy!" The little girl shouted and she kissed her mom on the cheek.
"I love you both to. So much." Hermione laughed, kissing them both on the head. as Ron led them to the fire place, ready to Floo them to see Molly. "Be good for Grandma okay?" Hermione waved as they disappeared in the green fire.
Hermione sighed, looking around the now empty house, crossing her arms, rubbing her hands up and down them to give herself warmth. "What's going on Hermione?" She whispered to herself as she grabbed her purse and jacket and the set of keys for the car and left for London.
It was two hours later and Hermione and her mother was walking around London, shopping at the shops. They walked into one, one that seemed all to familiar to Hermione. They began looking around before her mother pulled out a dress, a green dress that was one shoulder and down to her knees. "How about this Hermione? This would look gorgeous on you." She handed Hermione the dress.
"It would and I love the dark green of it." Hermione turned around and went into the dressing room, pulling the curtain close and began to change. Her mother waited outside the dressing room, as Hermione finished changing, she opened the curtain and stepped out. "How do I look?" Hermione struck a pose, smiling at her mother.
"I think you look wonderful. I think you should get it and wear it for your date tonight." Her mother agreed, smiling at her daughter.
"I would, but Ron doesn't like the color green." Hermione rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders. "He's still hung up on old school things."
"I really don't know why you are even with him." Her mother stated, her voice of stern as if she never liked him.
"Mum!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing a deep shade of red. "Why are you saying that? I thought you loved Ron, and what about our children?"
"I love my grandchildren, but I don't know why in the world that you married that man?" Her mother placed her hands on her hips, and stared down her daughter.
"Mum." Hermione groaned, closing the curtain and changed back into her clothes. She pulled the curtain back again and she saw her mother speaking to another woman. "Oh, hello." She smiled at the brown haired woman.
"Hello, I'm Sarah Jane Smith. I was shopping with my son for Mother's Day and I saw you in that dress and telling your mother how good you looked in it."
"Oh," Hermione blushed again, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you, I would get it. But, my husband, he hates the color green."
"But why should that stop you? You look wonderful in it. Buy it and maybe he'll love it when he sees you in it." Sarah Jane smiled at her.
"You know what, I think I will get it. Thank you Sarah Jane." Hermione smiled back, as her mother rolled her eyes.
"You're welcome. Have a happy Mother's Day." She waved good bye when her son came up to them. Hermione smiled at him and her and her mother walked up to the cashier desk.
"So when Sarah Jane tells you to buy the dress you agree, but when I said to, you didn't want it." Her mother muttered behind Hermione as she paid for the dress.
Hermione rolled her eyes, signing the receipt. "Because she is a complete stranger, I don't know any one named Sarah Jane Smith. You're my mother, you have to say I look good by obligation." Hermione smiled playfully at her mother as they exited the shop. They began walking down the block before Hermione saw Sarah Jane and her son across the street. Hermione stopped and stared at Sarah Jane.
Sarah Jane turned and smiled, waving at her, then she just watched her. Hermione blinked a few times as flashes of memory came flooding back into her mind. But they weren't her memories, she never knew Sarah Jane before today. Did she? She didn't know where Sarah Jane and her son Luke Smith lived. How did she know her son's name? She never said it, did she? Did she tell Mum her son's name?
"Hermione?" She felt a hand on her shoulder, shocking her back into reality. Hermione jumped and looked over at her mother, her breath caught in her throat. "Hermione, sweetie, are you okay?"
"I think I need to get something to eat, maybe something to drink." Hermione stated in a hoarse whisper. "I feel like my heads spinning, Mum. Something's wrong."
"Oh God, I hope it isn't another kid," Her mother replied.
Hermione rolled her eyes, as her mother led her to the nearest restaurant. "Really Mum?"