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Chapter 32: A 'Family' Weekend.

Hermione awoke in the middle of the night to a quiet sobbing; she walked out of the study and noticed that Mark heard it too. "Hey Grandpa."

"Hey Mya, is she ok?"

"That's what I wanted to check out." She gave him all a small smile and then led the way down the stairs. She crept down the stairs and saw that her mother was trying to cover her sobs with her pillow. Hermione didn't say anything; she stopped creeping and quickly walked down the stairs and laid on the bed with her chin on her mother's back. She soothed her as much as she could while trailing her hand up and down her mom's forearm. Jane cried into her pillow but allowed her daughter to comfort her. She looked up at her Grandpa and saw that her parents, Severus and her grandparents (professors) had joined him at the base of the stairs. She butted her chin towards the stairs and Mark herded the group back upstairs. She turned her attention back to her mother and she soothed them both, when Jane was out cold, Hermione joined her in the land of dreams, Jane held tightly onto her daughter's hand as she slept.

Hermione awoke the next morning to her Grandmother tapping her hand. "Hermione it's time to get up."

"What time is it? Where's Mom?"

"What does that matter, your aunt is due any moment and you need to fix up the bed and then go get dressed appropriately."

"Yes ma'am." Hermione stretched and watched her Grandmother's retreating figure. She quickly got up and made the bed and folded it up. She ran upstairs and grabbed what she needed before heading into the bathroom to shower quickly and dress. She was done in fifteen minutes, a record; she quickly headed downstairs and to the kitchen where she saw that her Grandmother was feeding her guests.

"That's not necessary Grandmother, I can…"

"Nonsense, you've done enough this morning. Now sit down and eat." Her grandfather sent her a sympathetic look as her grandmother barked her orders.

Hermione wasn't really hungry but sat between her parents anyway and nibbled at some toast and sausage. "Where's Mom?"

"She went to the office or something, said there was some things that she needed to take care of." Her grandmother said shortly.

"She went to the office?"

"I guess."

"Why didn't you stop her?"

"Jane is a big girl and can…"

"She is mourning and driving a car is the last thing she should have been doing, let alone being in the office!" Her voice rising with slight panic and anger.

"Mind your tone young lady." Hermione glared at her grandmother as her guests looked worriedly at each other. Hermione heard the garage door and then hurried out of the room. The group sat silent as they heard Hermione talk with her Mother.

"Why did you go to the office?"

"I didn't."

"Then where'd you go?"

"I went to the funeral home to finish up some things."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You needed sleep."

"So do you."

"Hermione not now, your aunt is due any moment and I need your help right now."

Hermione sighed, "Fine what can I do?"

"Did you make the bed?"

"Yep."

"Did you clean the kitchen?"

"I will when they are done eating."

"Ok, great, I am going to go upstairs and get ready while you do that."

"Yes Mom." They heard Jane go upstairs and then Hermione returned shortly after. She started straightening up the counter and putting the clean dishes away before loading the dirty ones. She didn't say a word to anyone; she simply went about her business. George stood taking his family's plates before taking them to Hermione.

"Beautiful, you have got to slow down, working yourself into exhaustion isn't' doing you or your mom any good."

"I have work to do." Her voice tired and worn, George put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, away from the counter.

"No you need to breathe."

"I am breathing." She was now frustrated, the epitome of all evil was due any moment and he was keeping her from working.

"Yes but I want you to breath to relax." He spun her around and she leaned into him. She didn't cry but she did relax in his arms. When she was relaxed enough, she started working again but with a bit more of a better aura coming off of her. She finished cleaning the kitchen just as the door bell rang. Her grandmother hurried and got it, "Joanne!" they heard her squeal. Hermione looked at her family as her grandfather went to go greet his daughter, and rolled her eyes and mocked the happy greeting, by silently clapping her hands and jumping up and down. She suddenly stopped and placed a frown on her face, before she exited the kitchen to the living room. She was greeted by the sight of her aunt and grandfather hugging.

"Hi Aunt Joanne."

"Oh, you were able to make it." There was a hint of disgust in her voice but she let it slide.

"Aunt Joanne, this is my biological mother and father, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. These are my brothers Draco and Blaise, my grandparents, Minerva and Albus Dumbledore, my boyfriend George Weasley, his brother Fred, his sister Ginny and my friends Severus Snape and Harry Potter."

"Oh, well I am sorry to see that you have burdened your mother with so many guests at a family event."

"They are family, Aunt Joanne."

"I see. Here make yourself useful and take this upstairs." She picked up her bag and attempted to hand it to Hermione; Hermione took it quite reluctantly but took it up to her aunt's room.

She came down to her family sitting around listening to her aunt's stories, she noticed that her mother wasn't much into the chit chat but stayed anyway. Joanne made this visit a living hell for Hermione, every time she tried to sit with either her mother or her parents, she would have something for her to do, and it took all of her strength not to hex the woman.

The rest of the weekend went smoothly enough, well as smooth as Joanne would let it. On Saturday evening, Hermione was eating on the counter discreetly picking at the dinner that her mother and Grandmother made while Jane and Margaret had sat down and talked about whatever came to mind.

"Jane you should teach our Hermione how to act like a lady and sit down."

"I am sitting."

"In a chair."

"There's no room."

"Well then, we will have to remember that for tomorrow evening then won't we?"

"I suppose." Other than that she was ignored for the most part and she liked it that way. She and her guests sat outside enjoying the days mostly, and they chatted about the latest news from the Prophet.

Monday had to come eventually and it came too soon in Hermione's mind. She had risen early and dressed in shorts and a tank top. She straitened her hair with a muggle straitener before she went down to eat some toast. When it popped out of the toaster, she was startled when someone came from behind and said, "You should eat something more substantial."

"Severus you startled me."

"Sorry."

"Why should I eat more?"

"Because you will make yourself sick if you don't."

"I'll be fine, thanks though." She gave him a soft smile and then continued to eat her toast. Her guests joined her soon after Severus and they chatted attempting to keep the mood light.

"So Hermione, why do you let that devil tell you what to do?" Ginny asked.

"Because arguing with her would only add to Mom's stress, which she doesn't need."

"You have a good mask." George said.

"Thanks, it's taken all of my strength not to hex her."

"See, what control of your temper does?" Albus joked.

"Yes thank you Grandfather." She smirked at him as her mother came in.

"Good morning darling."

"Good morning Mom." Hermione noticed that her face was pale and that her mother looked almost sick. "Mom are you ok?"

"I'm fine, just wanting to avoid today as much as…"

Hermione put down her plate and pulled her mother into a hug, "We'll get through today Mom I promise." She felt her mom sigh and then she let her go. The three others joined them and her aunt noticed her apparel.

"You aren't wearing that today are you?"

"Well actually yes I am, it was in Dad's will that I be comfortable. NO of course not you du…"

"Hermione, not this morning, just let it go. Go get ready please."

"Yes Mom." She and the rest of her group left with her and they all got ready. Hermione slipped into her simple dress that she had bought. It was a short knee length dress that had a V-neck line and thick straps, nothing fancy just a simple black dress and a tie in the back. She put on her black shoes and headed to her bedroom. She knocked and received a 'come in,' she opened the door slowly and revealed her professor in a muggle tuxedo. "Nice suit."

"Thanks, you look good."

"Thank you. I just came to grab a few things."

"Go right on ahead this is your room after all." She smiled at him and went to her jewelry box. She opened it and grabbed out a large jewelry box. She opened it and revealed a lovely Pearl set, with a necklace, bracelet and three stranded ring. She then reached in to the box and pulled out a simple silver anklet. She sighed and put on the ring and bracelet before putting on the anklet, finally she attempted to put the necklace on but she kept missing the latch. She sighed in frustration, "Here let me help." She looked at him with a confused look before she nodded. She turned her back to him after handing him the necklace and she pulled her hair out of the way. She could feel the heat of his hands against her neck and sighed; he pulled away and said, "There."

"Thank you."

"Of course." She offered him a small smile before heading out of the room. She met George in the hall and together they walked down the stairs, where unfortunately her aunt and her grandparents were waiting in the sitting room.

"You look nice Hermione." Mark said standing.

"Thanks Grandpa." She smiled at him as he came to hug her. About fifteen minutes later, everyone was in the sitting room, everyone except Jane. However, while they were waiting on Jane, the fireplace roared and through it stepped Molly and Arthur.

"Oh Hermione dear, how are you holding up?" Molly asked.

"As well as can be expected." Hermione smiled lightly as she stood and allowed the older woman hugged her. "Thank you both so much for coming."

"Of course Hermione," Arthur said as he approached her for a hug. Hermione hugged him and pulled away to perform introductions. Her grandfather was a bit enthusiastic while her aunt and Grandmother were polite. Soon Jane joined them and then they left for the church Hermione drove the van while her grandfather drove the other car. With the van magically expanded and everyone in safely, Hermione politely answered all of Arthur's questions about the car and how it arrived and then quickly formed a line of Hermione, Her mother, her aunt and her grandparents to greet the other mourners. She told her family and friends to sit in the second row and her family would take the first row.

Soon the funeral started and Hermione sat on the end of the pew with an open spot to her right, her mother was to her left. George took no time in filling the space and taking her free hand. He held her as she let silent tears fall. She held his hand needing his comfort; her mother leaned into her as comforted each other together for their loss. The funeral was over soon enough and they gathered at the Granger house where family and friends joined them for a gathering remembering Hermione's father. She mingled amongst most of the guests and smiled at their stories, but she was so numb, she didn't know what to do with herself. Her aunt's next request was enough to do her in.

"Hermione, would you go upstairs and grab those extra dishes."

"No."

"What?"

"No, go get them yourself."

"Why you ungrateful child, I ought to slap you."

"Then go ahead, there are plenty of witnesses, it will be considered assault."

"You should watch your tone young lady," Joanne warned, "You know what I think, I think that you are the reason he's not here, you are the reason I no longer have a brother!"

"What?" By this time, the room had fallen silent and Lucius, Albus, Minerva, Narcissa Severus, George and Harry had stopped whatever conversation they were in and went to Hermione's side ready to defend her if needed.

"You did, with the expenses of that school of yours, if that's what it can be called, your 'supplies', all the stress you add to this family… you killed him, and you don't even care!" Hermione pulled back and slapped her aunt across the face.

"Shut UP! He was my dad and I love him, which is more then you can say, you are a self rightchous…"

"Hermione, that's enough." Her mother came up to her and pulled her away, "Go to the kitchen and cool off." Hermione looked at her mom and then nodded. She stalked off to the kitchen and stood by the sink, glaring at the opposing wall her family came in and kept her company.

"Hermione are you ok?" George asked reaching for her hand.

"How can she even imply that I killed him, she is such a… such a…"

"Prude," came her grandfather's voice from the door. "You have every right to be angry at her Hermione, her comment was uncalled for."

"Uncalled for? I was going to say plain bitchy."

"Hermione, I know you are upset, but just let it go for now alright, after everyone leaves we will all have a talk."

"Fine," Hermione kept a stern look on her face as he left the kitchen. When the door shut, she grabbed a plate from the sink and chucked it at the wall.

"Feel better?" Blaise asked.

"A little."

"Throw another," Draco suggested.

"No it's alright."

She took out her wand and performed a repair spell on the plate and then put it back in the sink. She smiled at her family and then went back to join the other guests. She stayed next to George and her parents the whole time and smiled as people came up to offer their condolences as they left. Eventually everyone left and it was just the family left.

"Joanne, we need to talk." Her grandfather said.

"What about daddy?" Joanne asked acting like nothing happened.

"What you implied about Hermione today was totally inappropriate."

"I don't think so."

"So you think that she killed your brother."

"Yes."

"How could I have killed him, he did everything for me, the last I saw him was… was my birthday, he was a good dad, why would I do that to him?" Hermione's voice broke slightly as she recalled the last time she saw her father.

"Yes and who says that you didn't do some voodoo or whatever it is that you do and kill him."

"The only person in this family that I want to kill is you!"

"Hermione," he warned. Hermione bit her tongue and sat quietly.

"You know that that girl isn't capable of something like that. She has been nothing but respectful of you since you all but officially disowned her when she was eleven."

"So?"

"Grandpa, don't bother, nothing is going to get through her think head, let her think that I killed him I don't care anymore, but she can leave."

"You can't kick me out; this is my brother's house."

"Actually this is her house, so yes she can, if you cannot respect my daughter then please pack and leave."

"Jane…" Joanne was flabbergasted. "Mom?"

"I'm sorry Jo, but that seems like a fair punishment to me, you are lucky they are giving you the option to walk out instead of having a police escort."

"Fine, well I can tell when I'm not wanted, I'll go." She walked out of the room and packed and then left the house without another word.

"Thank you Grandma."

"For what?"

"Finally seeing that I'm not crazy."

"Oh my dear, I always knew that you were sane, I just wanted you to learn to grow your own backbone."

"I've always had a backbone."

"Yes but you needed to stand on your own and not to lean on your parents."

"That makes since."

"Good, now are you ok that I don't hate you."

"Yes," Hermione smiled at her grandmother and got up to give her a hug, "Thank you."

"You are welcome my dear."

"Why don't we all go eat something huh?"

"Frank, do you ever not think about your stomach?"

"Barb, you hardly eat anything anyway, I have been living off of orderves all day."

"Hermione, please promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Don't marry a man with a stomach that could eat you out of your house."

"I'll try." She said looking at the Weasley boys.

"Good girl. Now Frank what did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking sea food, and it's on me."

"I'm good with that." Barb said. "Are you up for it Jane?"

"I am a bit hungry."

"Good let's go." The group left for dinner and they were gone for two hours, when they returned it was time for bed. Hermione joined her friends in the study; they quickly changed into their night cloths and headed to bed.

The next day, Jane had a wedding for a client and her grandparents were due to leave. She helped them pack as they talked about how she was going to handle her final year and how they had better get graduation invitations or else. Hermione laughed at the threat, she knew that she wouldn't forget them now. They left and Hermione had to push her mom out the door for the wedding. Lucius had to go to work as did her grandfather, Severus, Fred and George. So it was a girl's day in with Minerva, Narcissa, Ginny and Hermione, Harry Blaise and Draco were there too but they chose to spend it away from the girls. The girls went out and shopped for a while and then came back and baked. That night, Hermione got a call from Jane telling her not to wait up, she was going to be later then she expected and another from the twins saying that they were going to close up late tonight and they wanted her to enjoy time with her family and that they would be back in the morning for Ginny. Hermione cooked up some leftovers and then the group sat down to watch a movie. Lucius however had had a trying day and retired early, Narcissa joined him an hour later. Hermione told the others to head to bed around ten and they did. When she was alone, she opened a cabinet next to the television and pulled out some home movies. She watched her first year, her first dance recital, and her first concert. She smiled at the memories, as the final movie ended, she reached for the box and noticed one that was wrapped in birthday wrapping paper, and her name was on it. She jumped when she heard a voice behind her.

"Hermione? What are you still doing up?" Her mother's voice came from the stairs.

"You should be heading to bed." Severus' voice came.

"I'm not tired, I was just watching some old videos." She quickly whipped the tears from her cheeks as she gazed at the video in her hands.

"I was wondering when you would crack," Blaise said light heartedly.

"Shut it." She threw a pillow at him.

"Can we watch with you?" Came Harry's voice.

"Sure." She stood and had a puzzled look on her face.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"It's a present I think; it's wrapped and has my name on it."

"Is it a video?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's watch it." Harry Suggested, what she didn't notice was that her father, Ginny, and Draco had joined them.

"I was going to smarty." She smirked at him as she put the video in and sat next to her parents. The screen was blue for a moment before her father's face appeared on the screen.

"Hi baby girl, today is your seventeenth birthday, and while you are still away from being of age in our world, I understand that you will be of age in the magical world. So Happy Birthday my little adult!" Hermione laughed. "I wanted to make a video for you that showed how proud of you I am."

The first clip was the day she was brought home; she was holding Jane's hand and a teddy bear that they had bought for her on the way back to the house. "Welcome Home Hermione!" Michel said to the three year old Hermione, "You can do whatever you want here."

"Weally?" she said.

"Yep." Hermione laughed as she watched her younger self look at the man in amazement and she went off exploring. The image changed to her first birthday with the Grangers, they sang 'Happy Birthday' to the young four year old and she blew out her candles.

Michel reappeared on the screen with tears in his eyes. "That was a good first year for your mom and I, I just hope that it was a good one for you too." He smirked at the camera. "Here are some of my favorite moments of you growing up; I hope that you remember them as fondly as I do."

The screen faded into a dark auditorium and a lit up stage. Hermione got a quizzical look on her face as she tried to place the scene. Her thoughts were interrupted by Minerva and Albus coming down the stairs, she paused the movie.

"What are you all still doing up?"

"Grams, we were just watching a movie from my dad, he made it for my seventeenth birthday."

"May we join you?" Albus asked.

"Of course." Hermione moved to sit on the floor with Harry and Ginny as she leaned against her mother's legs and hit play when everyone was once again settled. A young Hermione came on the stage and bowed, Hermione guessed that she had to be about seven or eight. She was in a little green dress and started to sing "All Through the Night," When she was done, you could hear her parents cheering for her and telling their neighbors that that was their little girl. Young Hermione bowed again and left the stage.

Once again, a stage appeared this one from the high school this time. Thirteen year old Hermione appeared on the screen behind a microphone. She sang Fools Rush In, as the song came to an end, the screen cut to Hermione and Bryan singing L-O-V-E each smiling and having fun on stage. Hermione had to smile at the memory, that summer, she and Bryan had drilled that song and the choreography and yet they both giggled on stage.

The scene changed again and it was the same stage, but the lighting was blue instead of white. A small black figure was crunched down on the floor of the stage, music started and they watched ten year old Hermione dance to the song with a bright smile on her face. She did a triple pirouette and then kicked out into the splits before falling to the ground. The audience roared with applause and you could hear Jane cat calling and Michel calling Hermione's name. Hermione once again smiled at the memory. The scene changed to the lobby of the theatre, Michel was anxiously waiting for his daughter to come out after the finale. He caught sight of her and called her name. Hermione came racing toward him and jumped into his arms.

"Did I make you proud Daddy?"

"You made me SO Proud Princess, you practiced so hard." He hugged her tightly and when they pulled away, he produced a dozen peach roses for his daughter.

"Thank you Daddy."

The scene changed to a field, nine year old Hermione was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. She was on top of a horse; she assumed her father was too simply because of the height of the camera.

"How are you doing Princess?"

"Good, this is fun Daddy!"

"I told you."

"Michel leave the girl alone and let her enjoy herself." Jane's voice said.

"I can multitask Mom."

"She is your daughter!" Michel said.

The scene changed to the kitchen that Hermione knew so well. She was sitting at the table waiting anxiously for something.

"Well Mommy is gone, so that means..."

"Mac 'n Cheese!" six year old Hermione said excitedly.

"That's right, Mac 'n' Cheese with hotdogs!"

"Yey!" Little Hermione clapped her hands and jumped in her seat.

The scene grew into a brighter kitchen and Hermione came running in with a paper in her hand, "I did it Daddy, I got an A!"

"See Daddy knows what he's talking about when he told you to study huh?"

"Yep," eight year old Hermione giggled as she smiled at the camera.

"I say an A deserves a special dinner."

"YAY!" Hermione giggled again and grabbed a magnet to hold her A test.

The scene changed to the sitting room. "So Hermione, what just happened?"

"A lady named Professor McGonagall came and told me that I was a witch and that I was going to attend this school called Hogwarts, she went over all the details of the school and she said that she would assist us with our first year of school supplies shopping."

"Are you excited?" Jane asked.

"Yes," Hermione immediately added.

"Well then, I say this deserves ice cream!"

"Agreed," Jane and Hermione said at the same time.

"It appears that your father was a fan of ice cream," Albus noted.

"He was, everything that was positive was celebrated with a trip to the ice cream parlor," Hermione admitted

Mr. Granger appeared on the screen again, but this time he wasn't in the same outfit. "Well, Missy, we got your first letter today, we are glad that you are so excited to learn. I don't know what Gryffindor means to you but you told us that one of the qualities of being in this house is courage, so your mom and I went out and got you a lion, just like you, full of curiosity and courage. You are a bright girl Princess and I hope that you have a good year."

The scene changed to Kings Cross, and eleven year old Hermione came running up to her parents excited to tell them everything. Hermione watched as her younger self retold of all the events of the year and how much she was excited for the next year.

Once again, the screen changed to a view of the backyard, Hermione and Bryan were sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water. You couldn't hear what the teens were saying, but you heard Mrs. Granger come up behind the camera, "Michel, leave them be, they're not doing anything."

"I trust them I do, I'm just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat." Jane said laughing.

"Yes it will." Suddenly you watched Hermione get pushed into the water with a squeal. Bryan quickly moved out of the water and to the side as Hermione surface. "Bryan you're a jerk!"

"And yet you still hang out with me."

"Not by choice." Bryan laughed. He walked over to the edge of the pool and attempted to help her out. However, Hermione had a few tricks up her sleeve and ended up pulling him in, he surfaced and they both shared a laugh, Bryan got out and helped Hermione, he hugged her and then ran to jumped over his fence. Hermione shook her head and walked toward the house where her mom was waiting with a towel.

"So you and Bry huh?"

"No Dad, he's just a friend."

"Looks like more than just friends to me."

"Dad, nothing is ever going to happen between me and Bryan."

"Is that a promise?"

Hermione looked at the camera and thought about that, "Yes."

"And I can confirm any man you bring home before a second date right?"

"Yes."

"And on the first date I get to clean a shotgun while I interrogate him?"

"Sure, if that's what will allow me to be as normal as possible," Hermione smiled and hugged her dad.

Again, Michel appeared on the screen and said, "Now, you have seen many moments at which I was so proud of you. I Hope that you will always know that as long as one and one is two, there could never be a father that loves his daughter more then I love you." Paul Simon's Father and Daughter started to play as the pictures flashed:

Hermione and her mother baking, Hermione reading in the study, Hermione helping in the dentistry office, Hermione in her Yule Ball outfit, Hermione and the boys after the first year, Hermione and Bryan swimming, Hermione and her dad sleeping on a random weekend, Hermione's annual birthday pictures, Hermione sleeping with her Hogwarts' letter, Hermione running around with her dog Dixie, Hermione swinging on a swing at the park. Hermione playing at a family reunion. Hermione playing various sports, Hermione drawing in the back yard, Hermione working at a computer, Hermione at new years, and a few snapshots of her sixteenth birthday party; some with her and her friends, her new family, her and the Grangers, some of the Christmas' she spent with the Grangers, some with Hermione and crookshanks, a few of Hermione's sketches, and one final snapshot of her and the grangers. The screen flashed with the words 'Happy Birthday Princess!" and the song came to an end.

Hermione had quit holding back the moment she put in the tape, her cheeks were beyond wet. She ejected the tape and put it back in its case. She put it in the box but before she could put the box away, she fell to the floor and just cried. Narcissa sat up and went to her daughter's side. "It's alright Hermione, its ok, let it out."

"He left me Mother, he left us, and he's not coming home this is not ok." Hermione cried and buried her face into the sleeves of the jacket she had grabbed and mourned for the first time for the loss of her father. Everyone looked at each other and each patted Hermione's back before leaving her with Lucius and Narcissa. No one noticed that Jane was leaning against the door frame from the kitchen to the sitting room. She too had tears streaming down her face; she had no idea that her daughter was so upset. She moved to the trio on the floor and grabbed Hermione's hand.

"Angel look at me," Hermione shook her head and curled up into a tighter ball. "Hermione, please." She finally moved her arms and looked at her mom. "Baby, why did you keep all of this bottled in? You needed to grieve, you need to let go, you have to say goodbye, you can't hold on to him."

"He left us momma, he's gone, I wanted to be strong for you, and you needed to grieve."

"So did you, holding in those emotions will only turn you bitter, do you want to turn out like Joanne?" Hermione chocked as she laughed at her mother's attempt to make a joke.

"What happened to Aunt Joanne Mom?"

"She lost her high school sweetheart a week before her wedding in a car accident, much like your father's he was stressed with the wedding, he was driving picking up some of the wedding things for the girls, and she had sent him out. She thought she was to blame, she didn't grieve because she wanted to stay strong for his little sister, she never grieved, and that is why she is so bitter and angry all the time."

"Is that why she said what she said."

"I think so." Hermione sat up and leaned into her father for support and cried hard once again. "although she is always afraid of things that she doesn't understand."

"I miss him Mom," Hermione said brokenly.

"Me too Angel, me too."