Saturday, February 16, 2008

 

Continue story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 74 - 'DON'T WANT TO LOCK ME UP INSIDE DRACO AND HERMIONE'

CHAPTER 74

She was there, outside of their house. They had no idea who she was and they would possibly be afraid when she pulled her wand out at them and replaced their memories at first but she just couldn’t do it anymore. She needed her parents. She wanted to feel their arms wrapped around her when she broke down and everything. She wanted to tell them about her and Draco and she wanted them at their wedding. She didn’t want them there. She needed them there. And after taking in a deep breath; she was finally ready to be in her parents’ lives again.

One step at a time, one breath at a time, Hermione walked up the front steps of her parent’s house. It was going to be very hurtful for both of her parents and for her. What if they didn’t even want to talk to her? What if they shooed her away and didn’t even let her speak with them? What if they didn’t want her?

With a hard swallow of the tears that were springing into the back of her throat, she rang the doorbell and waited for her parents to look at her for the first time since she had left them. Playing with her hair and making sure that she looked nice, she waited.

“Hello, how may I help you?” her mother had asked.

A bright smile sprang to her face as she looked her mother in the eyes. “H-Hello, I’m Hermione Granger,” she said.

“How can we help you dear?” her father asked as he walked up behind her mother. “Is something wrong with the house?”

Hermione gave him a confused expression before replacing it with a reassuring look as she remembered that she had pretended to be the daughter of their realtor when she helped them move in here. “Oh, everything is perfectly fine with the house,” she replied. “My mum just sent me to check up on how things were going and how you were adjusting.”

Her parents moved aside and allowed her to come in. “Everything is going perfect here actually. The neighbors are so sweet and everything is just going so well.”

“That’s great!” Hermione replied as she walked into their kitchen with ease. “Would you like me to make some tea?” she asked with a soft smile. She could easily restore their memories with a small potion that would take as long as the water for tea to boil.

“That is so kind of you but you’re our guest at the moment so there’s no need to,” her father replied.

“Oh but I would love to make you tea. It’s this kind that I absolutely adore and I would love to get your opinion on it,” Hermione replied with a kindhearted smile. When her parents nodded her head, she knew that the rest of it would be a cinch!

Within moments, the tea was ready and she was serving her parents two glasses when she pretended to drink tea which was really just water. “How, do you like it?” she asked the moment that they had swallowed.

“Hermione?” her mother asked as she looked at her daughter, as if seeing her for the first time in years. “Hermione!” Every single memory, including when Hermione had explained that she had to obliterate their memories of her and themselves as the Grangers, were all back in their heads. “Please don’t get rid of our memories. Please.”

“Mum, I already did. I just returned your memories,” Hermione said as her mother hugged her closely, the two Granger women were crying. “With a simple spell, I can make everyone know you as the Grangers’ and as if you were always just that.”

“Why don’t they know us as anything else? Wait…This isn’t our home!” Mr. Granger exclaimed as he looked at his daughter. “Why not just get us back home?”

“OK. Why don’t you two head back and I’ll cast the spell for it to all be back to normal,” she replied as she hugged her father.

A loud POP signified that Hermione was back at the Manor, a smile was plastered on her face.

“Everything go well?” Draco asked as he walked out and hugged her.

“My parents and I are a family again!” she replied as she walked inside with Draco again.

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