Hermione Granger sat on the wide window ledge in the room her and Ginny shared at the burrow. She talked to Ginny about the coming year, what they were planing to do. Every once in a while, Ginny would make Hermione smile. Ginny knew what was going on, what was upsetting her friend. The firm realization of the return of Voldemort. It was getting dangerous and hermione's family was just as worried as Ginny's.
Of course Hermione's parents were in the right to worry, but Hermione had learned so much in her school years that she could fend for her self. Hermione was good at puting up a front, stubborn to let almost anyone see her cry.
It was about 7 pm, and Hermione wanted to brush her teeth. She stood up.
"I'll be back Gin." Hermione told her as she left the room, and made her way to the washroom.
"Alright." replied Ginny, moving to the window where Hermione just sat.
Hermione knocked on the door to be sure it wasn't being used. Then she began to brush her teeth. As she was in the middle of spitting, and rinsing. She heard an owl, that came from down stairs. She then heard the voices of Ginny, Molly and Ron.
"Mum!" Ginny exclaimed from the bottom of the stairs.
"What is it, Ginny? Is it your
father? Has something happened at
the Ministry? Has he been
kidnapped? Is it the Death
Eaters?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Exactly, how'd you guess?"
Mrs. Weasley put a hand over her mouth in shock.
"I'm joking, Mum."
"You're worse than Fred and George."
Mrs. Weasley said in relief.
"Now you're joking. I was only
wondering when Harry got here."
"Harry, Harry who?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry Dimpleton." Ginny said sarcastically, laughing a bit before adding.
"Harry Potter, of course."
"I think I'd know if Harry Potter
was in my house, wouldn't I?" Mrs. Weasley said in a sarcastic tone.
"Well his trunk's in the kitchen.
And his owl." replied Ginny.
"I seriously doubt that." said her Mother.
Just then, Hedwig screeches. Ginny then gives her mother an I-told-you-so look, when another door opens and Ron looks
down.
"Harry? Did someone say Harry?"
"Me, nosy. Is he up there with
you?" asked Ginny.
" 'course not. Think I'd know if my
best friend was in my room,
wouldn't I?" Ron replied.
Hermione who just heard what sounded like Hedwig and that Harry was probably there exited the washroom. Her heart pounding in her chest, butterflies in her stomach. Feelings she knew all too well. Opening the door, Hermione looking down the landing.
"Was that an owl I heard?"
"Harry's. Haven't seen him, have
you? Apparently, he's wandering
about the house." Ginny replied.
"Really?" Hermione asked her.
Down the stairs, behind Ginny he replied.
"Really."
Ginny spun around, seeing Harry. Standing in the doorway of the
kitchen.
Hermione, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley said.
"Harry!" In unison. Ron and Hermione raced down the stairs one after the other. Happy to finally see their friend.
Ginny ran into harry's sens, Boeing non a défendu embrase. As they broke away, Ginny smiled at him.
Ron, Hermione and Mrs Weasley came down to great Harry with an embrace.
Ron came down first. Giving his friend a friendly hug, patting his friends back.
After Ron was out of her path to Harry, she ran towards him; throwing herself onto him, giving him a hug that nearly knocked him flat. There was something that oddly charged between them in that very moment, a surprise to both of them. As they broke away, their eyes locked on each other. Hermione gave him a normal smile before walking back to Ron's side. Molly who hadn't noticed the Intimate moment, gave him a motherly embrace before saying.
"Why didn't you tell us you
were coming?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Don't know." Harry shrugged.
"Dumbledore."
"Oh That man. But then, what would we do without him?" She said, her eyes following Harry's eyes towards Ron and Hermione.
Ron was about to touch Hermione. She pulled a bit away from him.
"You've a bit of...toothpaste..." Ron said. Gesturing to a stray lace of toothpaste on Hermione's chin.
Hermione gave him a strange look, before wiping the toothpaste off.
Harry's fists began clench, there was a odd feeling in the pit of his stomach; in his chest, harry composed himself before his friends could notice his facial expression before joining them upstairs.
***
Harry, Hermione and Ron go back upstairs into Ron's room. Hermione talking with the boys as Ron helped Harry settle in. After they were finished, they took a seat at the table.
Ron takes out a old copy of The Daily Prophet and places it on the table.
Harry casts a charm to levitate the now crumpled piece of paper. It tumbles into a makeshift fire of blue flames, but due to magic it didn't disintegrate. Harry teased the fire with the tip of his wand.
"When'd you get here?" Harry asked Hermione curiously. Still watching the flames.
"A few days ago. Though... for a
bit, I wasn't sure I was coming."
Harry looked up, watched her glance at Ron.
"Mum sort of lost it last week.
She said Ginny and I had no business going back to Hogwarts. That it's
too dangerous." Ron added.
Harry looked at Ron with disbelief.
"Oh come on..."
Hermione replied, adding.
"She's not alone. Even my parents, they're Muggles and they know
something bad is happening."
"Anyway, Dad stepped in, told her
she was being barmy. Took a day
or two, but she came round." said Ron.
"But we're talking about Hogwarts.
Dumbledore. What could be safer?" responded Harry.
Hermione and Ron exchange another glance.
"There's been a lot of chatter
lately. That he's gotten... old." Hermione went on
"Rubbish. He's only, ... what?" asked Harry, looking at both Hermione and Ron for an answer.
"A hundred and fifteen. Give or take
a few years." Answered Ron.
Silence broke, all three nodding. Just then one by one, Harry; Hermione, and Ron broke into laughter.
Minutes went by, and Hermione looked at the time.
"We must get to bed. See you guys in the morning." She said, standing up.
The two boys then stood, looking at her with a smile.
"Good night boy's." Hermione said as she left the room. Heading to Ginny's room.
"Good night Hermione." The boys replied in unison before heading into bed.
***
Harry looked up at the ceiling as images of Hermione came into his mind. Him touching her skin, her hair... Just then, his eyes began to shut. Dreams of Hermione began to flood his mind.
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Skinny Love {A Harmione Love Story}
FanfictionFor Hermione Granger, she has come from thinking she was just a normal girl going to school; to learning that she wasn't a ordinary girl, Hermione Jean Granger was a Witch. She was surprised at first, but studied hard and gathered every item and kno...
