All right, it’s not mine. Well, don’t
get cocky; it’s not yours either. (And
if it is, I’m really honoured that you’re reading
As always, thanks tons to my beta-reader Elanor!
And After That
Chapter 2: Everything Going
thundered down the staircase. Almost
frantically, she asked, “What? Are they
answered her mother with an amused look.
“You’re a little excited, aren’t you?
And the hair?
I like it!”
Mum, it’s mousse. And it’s just that….”
Hermione was at a loss for words, as she had been very few times before in her
life. “You know, they’ve never been here
before, and all that.”
Mrs. Granger said, still smiling.
“Anyway, I called you down here to ask if you’d be all right if your
father and I left you to greet your friends by yourself.”
got that meeting, then we both have patients to attend to, ’Mymers,” mumbled her father
with his tie between his teeth, rushing around.
Hermione often wondered where he got all the time to come up with these
I’m afraid you’ll have to welcome them by yourself,” her mother added, stepping
up to Mr. Granger to help knot his tie.
was all Hermione said, watching her parents.
“All right, then.”
mum finished tying with flourish, patted her husband’s chest, and turned to
ask, “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m almost sixteen,
you know,” Hermione reminded her mother.
“I’ll be able to handle my friends coming over.”
know you will, honey.” Mrs. Granger
picked up her briefcase and keys.
“Remember to be polite to the Weasleys and
offer them some snacks. I’ve left some
out on the counter.”
Mum,” said Hermione with an eye roll.
let’s go!” called her mother before heading out.
Granger dashed down the hall, snatching up his own briefcase along the
way. “Be polite, be nice—”
know, Dad, Mum already went through it.”
Hermione held out the keys her father would soon be looking for.
right, then, you’ll be fine, Tiny ’Mione,” said her
dad. Just before leaving, he stopped and
looked his daughter in the eye. “Not so
tiny anymore, eh?” he said wistfully.
“Be careful, won’t you?”
course, Dad,” she said, forcing the corners of her mouth upward. “You’re leaving for work, not the Army!”
We’ll see you at five.” With a
kiss on her cheek, her father left.
closed and locked both the storm door and the wooden one, as it had become a
habit since…since everything had been going on.
Sighing, she collapsed on the couch.
was sick of her parents worrying so much, but what made her more
sick was the fact that she was to blame.
It wasn’t entirely her fault, but she still felt guilty.
And I have good reason to, she thought angrily. Mum and
Dad never worried half as much before.
It’s all because I turned out to be a witch, and he happens to hate Muggle-borns. He. Voldemort.
“Vo-Voldemort.” She could never say it without
stuttering. “Vold—” Deep breath. “Voldemort.”
There. Done. No big deal.
Except it was. His name was nothing, but he,
himself, was absolutely terrifying. He
was going to kill them all, one by one, or perhaps family by family. Please
let him get me alone, Hermione prayed.
Don’t harm my parents, please!
Tears burned behind her eyes. She
would have to get used to that feeling, for nowadays, there was no telling what
could happen, but it was predetermined that crying was usually a part of it.
sniffled and sat up, leaning her head back to prevent her tears from
spilling. Then--no, not now! Please, oh please,
don’t let that be them!
now, would life play it so fair as to let it not be them? Of course not.
out a voice. Stomp, stomp, and then appeared the youngest Weasley child from the
“Hi, Ginny!” Hermione plastered on a smile
and rushed up to envelop her friend in a hug, using this as an opportunity to blink
wildly while no one looked.
a present,” said Ginny with sparkling eyes.
some Asian cultures, it’s polite to, when you go to someone’s house for the
first time,” she answered.
stared. Ginny shrugged. “I’ve been doing some Muggle
opened the bag to reveal a glittering purple box. Opening it, she found a whole set of what
looked like wizarding makeup. The mirror had to be enchanted, for it
reflected a beautiful brunette with tame, tender waves and large eyes flooded
with a warm brown. The blush applicator
would also occasionally stand up and dust itself off.
looked up and thanked Ginny for being so considerate.
look at me like that. I know you don’t
wear makeup,” Ginny said to her. “But
we’ll have some fun this summer. We’ll
be girls this summer.”
grinned. “Okay…but where’s—”
AVENUE! And don’t worry, Mum! I’ll take care of her!” After a hacking cough, a tall redhead of sixteen
years emerged from the hearth as well.
Tagging along were several trunks. “Hey, Hermione!”
of the devil, and he appears,” said Ginny while rolling her eyes.
laughed. “Hi, Ron.” She couldn’t decide whether she should hug
him or not, and he seemed to be debating the same thing, so they ended up
grasping each other’s shoulders while Hermione cursed her blushing genes.
did you guys get here anyway?” she asked after they had released each
other. “Well, I know it involved Floo powder, but a Muggle house?
ever since…” Ginny trailed off.
“—Since last year at school,” continued Ron swiftly, “the Floo Network’s been all screwed up because of Umbridge. And Dad
managed keep yours up and running till after we got here.” this area until
after we got here.”
okay,” said Hermione. “But…how did you
even convince them to let you come here? With everything going on? And a Muggle house?”
siblings glanced at each other, both of them looking uncomfortable. Ron opened his mouth to speak, but this time
it was Ginny who took over.
know…it’s not that safe here…but we figured you hadn’t told your parents what’s
really going on. With
the wizarding world.”
you?” Ron asked.
looked at the two of them, and quietly admitted, “No.”
smiled empathetically. “We told Mum and
Dad that, and of course, they didn’t like it at first. They wanted you to come to Twelve, Grimmauld again. But
now, that’s not exactly the safest place either, after the Kreacher
incident. They’re trying to find a new
after a lot of begging—”
“—And sweet-talking,” Ginny grinned.
“—They realised that this would actually be a pretty secure
place after all,” Ron finished.
nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”
er…is Harry coming?” asked Ginny.
course,” replied Hermione, smothering a smile and picking up an enormous trunk,
heaving it to the staircase. “I found
his number and--”
number?” Ginny frowned.
“Oh! His fellytone
number?” Ron said excitedly, also dragging the luggage across the room.
“No, his telephone number,”
Hermione corrected stoutly, staring up at Ron, which was not exactly an easy
feat for a petite witch like her.
tinted slightly and backed up a step.
“Right, right, that,” he said, then turned to continue carrying their
suitcases back and forth while Hermione went on to explain, “So, I found his
telephone number in the phone book and called him, without shouting into the receiver, of course,” she said
pointedly. Ron could be heard muttering,
“Well, how was I supposed to know?”
Hermione turned back to Ginny, “at first, he didn’t want to come.” Both girls’ expressions softened. “What with…”
“—Everything going on.” Ginny nodded.
“Right. But after pleading with him for
a while, he agreed to come on the twenty-second—the day after tomorrow.”
good,” said Ginny, a bit too casually.
said Ron. “That’s great.”
trio looked at each other for a moment.
“So, er…what now?”
This chapter was pretty fun. I told you
they would get longer! Oh, the nicknames
are just great, aren’t they? ^.^
I had written out the whole chapter when I thought, “Wait a minute. Why in the world would Arthur and Molly Weasley let their kids come to a Muggle house, with all the Voldemort
chaos? So I had to think up an
explanation for that. Sorry it took so
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