Potter, Be Mine

Back To Hogwarts

The next few days went by quickly. I was having so much fun hanging out with just Hermione, not that I didn't miss Draco, Harry, and Ron.  Not to mention that I had finally gotten rid of that tremendous weight on my shoulders of having to chose over Harry and Draco. It felt like I had 7,000 pounds lifted off my shoulders. 

On Saturday, we began to pack up our things. 

"Well, Monday's back to Hogwarts." I said.

"Yeah, it is. I'm going to miss my parents, and our neighborhood. But I have been home-sick for Hogwarts." Hermione said, trying to figure out how to fit all her books into her trunk. 

"Yeah, me too."

"Girls! Dinner!" Mrs. Granger called. We got up and went to the kitchen. We were having chicken soup with steamed carrots. It was fantastic. 

"OK, now, your father and I have something to say." Mrs. Granger said to Hermione. 

"OK." she replied, shoveling a spoonful of soup into her mouth. 

"Well, as much as we love you, Katie, we wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow with just Hermione. Because, well, we rarely see her and soon you girls will be adults in the wizard world..." And then she began to cry. "Oh, I'm sorry. I hate it when I get all emotional." Mr. Granger put his arm around her. 

"Oh, it'll be alright. Come on, we were going to have to let go eventually. Witch or not." he said. 

"Besides, Mum, I'll visit. Witch or not, I'll visit." Hermione said, engulfing her mum into a tight hug. 

"No! It's different now! At least if you weren't a witch you could live near us! Or we could check up on you! And I know that now you won't visit as much as you would've if you hadn't been a damn witch!" Mrs. Granger exploded. Mr. Granger took his arm from around her and stared into her face as her eyes widened in realization. 

"I'm sorry." Hermione whispered, and ran out of the room crying. I looked at Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I was in shock. Mr. Granger nodded his head toward's Hermione's room. I got up and followed her there. 

"Hermione?" I said. There was a sniffle in the corner between her bed and the wall. 

"What?" 

"Are you OK?" I asked, sitting down next to her. 

"No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Then I'll just stay here." I leaned over and hugged her. She smiled weakly at me through the tears streaming down her face, the ones I hated so much and wished would never be on the face of my best friend ever again. 

An hour later Hermione began to talk. 

"My mum hates me." I turned to look at her. She was finally talking. 

"No she doesn't!" I said, completely in shock that Hermione would actually believe that. 

"She hates that I'm a witch."

"Well, there's not much I can say there."

"She always has. She never wanted me to leave for Hogwarts. And when I told her about finding horecruxes in my last year and obliviating her for their own good, she cried. She wouldn't say anything. She would just cry."

"Hermione, she did that because she loves you. She just didn't want you to leave."

"She's not wrong." Mr. Granger said from the doorway. I had no idea how long he had been there. "Mum wants to talk to you, Hermione. She's in our room." Hermione looked at me and I gave her a quick nod of the head. She got up and went into her parent's bedroom.