Is that love? by khermione85626

Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 26/07/2005
Last Updated: 26/07/2005
Status: Completed

The meaning of love is taught to a little girl as she repeats a question to her mother. A story
through the eyes of Hermione looking at her daughter as she writes the love of her life. Years
later Hermione's daughter reads the letter. Bittersweet. Slightly fluffy. Not like my other
stories. R/R!




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Are They in Love?

*Dear My Dear,*

*Recently Lily asked me the same question after many different scenes. “Mommy,* *are they
in love**?” I'm sure you can only think one scene, but you will see.* *It's*
*remarkable that the world through a child's eyes can be* *so much simpler.*

*Lily and I met Draco and Ginny for lunch at their manor. As usual when we arrived, they had
just had an argument. You could tell by the* *flush of Ginny's cheeks and*
*Draco's scowl. After greetings**,* *we sat in the sunroom for a chat. “So, Lily
how* *wa**s school?”*

*You should have seen her eyes light up at the topic. She loves Hogwarts more than you*
*did.* *You* *know**,* *she is in her* *second year**. “**Oh!
It's so much fun! Defense Against the Dark Arts is the best class, I think. Charlie says he
thinks its lunch- but that doesn't count.* *Quidditch just started so it's hard to
tell which team will win the cup. But so far, we're winning in Quidditch, but Charlie and Nate
keeping losing us points- and of course Luke and Jake! Blowing everything up, messing with Peeves,
setting off sti**n**k bombs! But they won't listen to me!**” She huffed. A smile
snuck onto my face. Oh, what would you say if you were here?*

*“Yes**,* *well don't worry**! I* **know** *how it feels when
someone doesn't listen to you.” Ginny commented. I rolled my eyes.*

*“Well maybe if you could make up your mind, I would only have to listen once!” Draco
retorted.*

*“Well! I just want to make sure we do the right thing!”*

*“You* **always** *want to do the right thing!”*

*“**And what is the-“ I cut Ginny off knowing they were only going to continue.*

*“So, Draco how is your business?” I asked changing the subject.*

*“Fine,” obviously, he was still moody.*

*“How is St. Mungo's, Ginny?”*

*“Fine.”*

*But slowly the* *day* *progressed.* *Eventually going back to the topic of
Lily's school year so far, it seemed to be the best option. But shortly after Ginny went to get
afternoon tea, Draco followed her into the kitchen. When they didn't come back after 10 more
minutes, so I got to check on them, knowing perfectly what they might be up to. When I turned the
corner, I knew immediately they had made up. It was just like the time we found them in that
classroom on Heads Duties. They were trying to swallow each others faces. Little did I know
though**,* *that Lily* *had followed me. “Mommy,” she said. “Are they in
love?”*

*“Why yes sweetie, they are.”*

** * * **

*The next day we visited* *Fleur* *and* *Bill**'s eldest son,*
*George* *and his* *fiancée**, Wendy.* *She really is a lovely girl. Always
has such a joyful presence. You would like her.*

*“Well, Lily you're in your second year. That must be exciting.**” Wendy
said.*

*“Oh! It is!” And then she started to talk all about Hogwarts. T**hat lasted* *us
till tea.*

*“**H**ow are you?” George asked* *me**.*

*“Oh you know, good.” I said with a pause. “How are you two? Gosh the big day is in only a
little over a month!”*

*“We can't wait!” George said as they turned to smile at each other.*

*“Yep, then we'll finally be Mr. and Mrs. George Weasley.**” Wendy said. Both smiled
with glee. Do you remember when we got engaged? Oh, it was wonderful. Shortly after that we had to
leave. Once we left their house Lily turned and asked me, “Mommy, are they in love?”*

*“Why yes sweetie, they are.”*

** * * **

*For the Christmas dinner, we went to the Burrow. Even after all these years it is still the
same. Molly out did herself this year. Of course everyone brought something though. Let's
see**,* *it was Ron and Lavender, Luna and Neville, Bill and Fleur, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley,
me, Fred and Angelina, Ginny and Draco, and all the kids. I don't think we have ever had this
many* *people here* *before.*

*Lily asked that question a few times that* *Christmas vacation* *and every answer I
gave was the same except one.* *It was late one night, she came into my room.*

*“Mommy, were you and Daddy in love?” I looked into her eyes and saw yours. I blinked back my
own tears. “Yes,” came a rasp, I swallowed, “Yes, sweetie we were. I am.” I felt the first tear run
down my cheek. “I love your daddy so much.” And I do. I have missed you everyday for six years.*
*That day will forever be in my memory. And I know you wouldn't have wa**nted me to feel
guilty, but I do**. I should have run in front of that curse. I let you push me out of the
way.* *But I just froze. I sat on the ground and watched you fall to the ground.* *I
still think back and try think of what I could have done. What I should have done.*

*Your daughter is growing up into a young lady but you aren'**t here to see it.
I'm becoming old but you aren't here to see it. Ron is a father, but you aren't here to
believe it. The world misses you, but you aren't here to see it. Harry, I'm still here, but
you aren't.*

*Love,*

*Hermione Potter*

A woman with curly brown hair and bright green eyes looked up from the letter in her hands with
tears streaming down her face. “Lily!” A voice called from the next room over.

“Yea?” She called back.

“Did you finish packing up the desk yet?”

“No, Charlie, hold on.” She stuffed the letter back in an over stuffed folder titled “Dear My
Dear.” A tall man with reddish-brown hair stepped into the room.

“Honey what's wrong?” He asked her. She swiped at her tears before turning around and
telling him nothing. She hid the folder under her arm. “Well, I think we're done. The only
thing left is this old desk.”

“Let's take it.”

“What?”

“You know I have some place to keep things instead of the kitchen table. It was my mother's
after all.” He shrugged his shoulders. Once they got out of the house he told the movers to bring
the desk. Lily looked back at the small house and smiled. She saw a light on in the right window as
a woman sat at a desk as a man stood behind her. He looked out at Lily and smiled. She walked away
down the driveway and looked once more. Yep, her father and mother were always alive in that house,
like they were in her heart.

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