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Prompt #551 – Orleans – Unexpected Visit – slashluv18 – Harry Potter
Title: Unexpected Visit
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #551 – Orleans
Warnings: None
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Hermione, Mrs. Granger
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 883
Summary: Hermione gets a surprise visitor during summer vacation.
Hermione knew she should be happy to be home for the summer holidays. After all, summer was a time to catch up with her parents, but she had been at Hogwarts for six years now.
That might not mean much to some people who went to boarding school, but it did when one was a Muggleborn witch.
She loved her parents. Really, she did. They tried so hard to talk to her about the magical world, but they just didn't understand it. It wasn't their faults of course. How could one understand magic if they didn't have it? How could one understand a world they didn't live in?
Still, the more time Hermione spend in the wizarding world, the less she had in common with her parents. Her whole life revolved around magic now. And her parents' lives revolved around things like the dentist office and going to the supermarket.
What could they talk about?
She couldn't discuss books with her parents like she did when she was younger because she only read magical books now. They couldn't talk about music either. And despite her mum's fashion sense, Hermione never cared about clothes or makeup. And she couldn't talk sports with her dad. The only sport she knew was Quidditch, and she didn't even like it. The only reason she knew anything about it was because of Harry.
Hermione sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. It felt like there was way too much time before it was time to go back to school. She hated the fact that her childhood home felt like a prison, but it was stifling.
What was even worse was the fact that she had a boyfriend, and she most likely wouldn't get to see him before school started again. He couldn't get his Apparition license until he was seventeen, and that wouldn't be until July 31st.
She, of course, could Apparate to him, but considering his relatives' attitudes about magic, she was afraid she'd make things harder for him at the house. His childhood home felt like a prison as well, but his reasons were much more valid than hers. She shuddered as she remembered the story Ron told her about bars on his bedroom window the summer before their second year.
She hoped the Dursleys were planning to go to New Orleans after Harry left the house when he turned seventeen, and she hoped he wasn't suffering too much this summer as the Dursleys waited for that day to arrive.
There was a knock on the front door, but she didn't move. It wouldn't be for her. That was why she was surprised to hear her mum's voice. "Hermione, someone's here to see you!"
She sat up and with a confused frown, she made her way downstairs. She stopped on the bottom step as surprise overtook here. "Harry!" she squealed—yes, squealed—as she ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck.
He hugged her back. She pulled away enough to give him a quick peck on the lips—mindful of her mum's eyes—and then she went right back to hugging him. "What are you doing here? Better yet, how are you here?" she asked when their long embrace finally ended.
Harry blushed. "Well, Moony came to visit me, and he asked if there was anything I'd like to do. And the only thing that came to my mind was seeing you."
Now it was Hermione's turn to blush as she finally noticed the werewolf standing behind her boyfiend. "Hello, Remus."
Remus nodded. "Hermione, it's good to see you."
She took a step back and stared at Harry again. "I can't believe you're here. I thought the earliest I'd get to see you would be on your birthday after you got her Apparition license. This is the best surprise ever," she admitted.
"Sweetie, is there something you need to tell me?" Jane Granger asked, breaking through Hermione's happy fog.
Hermione looked from her mother to Harry, who suddenly looked even shyer at the possibility of formally meeting her mother. "Mum, this is Harry. You might remember him as my best friend since my first year at Hogwarts."
Jane nodded. "Yes, but it seems the two of you are much more than friends now."
Hermione shrugged. "And?"
"A mother likes to know about her daughter's first serious boyfriend."
Hermione knew they would be having a long conversation. It didn't seem like such a bad idea, though. She finally had something to talk to her mum about, and she wondered why it never even occurred to her to talk to her mum about Harry. It seemed like an obvious thing, but it completely slipped Hermione's mind. "Later?" she asked.
"Later," Jane agreed. "Go spend time with Harry. Show him around the area. Mr. Lupin, would like to have some tea while the kids go enjoy themselves?"
Remus nodded. "It would be my pleasure."
Hermione and Harry watched as the adults went into the kitchen. She grabbed her boyfriend's hand. "Come on. I know the perfect spot for us to go."
She pulled Harry out of the front door. She never had a chance to go to Make-Out Point, never having a boyfriend. She couldn't wait to see what all the fuss was about.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #551 – Orleans
Warnings: None
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Hermione, Mrs. Granger
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 883
Summary: Hermione gets a surprise visitor during summer vacation.
Hermione knew she should be happy to be home for the summer holidays. After all, summer was a time to catch up with her parents, but she had been at Hogwarts for six years now.
That might not mean much to some people who went to boarding school, but it did when one was a Muggleborn witch.
She loved her parents. Really, she did. They tried so hard to talk to her about the magical world, but they just didn't understand it. It wasn't their faults of course. How could one understand magic if they didn't have it? How could one understand a world they didn't live in?
Still, the more time Hermione spend in the wizarding world, the less she had in common with her parents. Her whole life revolved around magic now. And her parents' lives revolved around things like the dentist office and going to the supermarket.
What could they talk about?
She couldn't discuss books with her parents like she did when she was younger because she only read magical books now. They couldn't talk about music either. And despite her mum's fashion sense, Hermione never cared about clothes or makeup. And she couldn't talk sports with her dad. The only sport she knew was Quidditch, and she didn't even like it. The only reason she knew anything about it was because of Harry.
Hermione sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. It felt like there was way too much time before it was time to go back to school. She hated the fact that her childhood home felt like a prison, but it was stifling.
What was even worse was the fact that she had a boyfriend, and she most likely wouldn't get to see him before school started again. He couldn't get his Apparition license until he was seventeen, and that wouldn't be until July 31st.
She, of course, could Apparate to him, but considering his relatives' attitudes about magic, she was afraid she'd make things harder for him at the house. His childhood home felt like a prison as well, but his reasons were much more valid than hers. She shuddered as she remembered the story Ron told her about bars on his bedroom window the summer before their second year.
She hoped the Dursleys were planning to go to New Orleans after Harry left the house when he turned seventeen, and she hoped he wasn't suffering too much this summer as the Dursleys waited for that day to arrive.
There was a knock on the front door, but she didn't move. It wouldn't be for her. That was why she was surprised to hear her mum's voice. "Hermione, someone's here to see you!"
She sat up and with a confused frown, she made her way downstairs. She stopped on the bottom step as surprise overtook here. "Harry!" she squealed—yes, squealed—as she ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck.
He hugged her back. She pulled away enough to give him a quick peck on the lips—mindful of her mum's eyes—and then she went right back to hugging him. "What are you doing here? Better yet, how are you here?" she asked when their long embrace finally ended.
Harry blushed. "Well, Moony came to visit me, and he asked if there was anything I'd like to do. And the only thing that came to my mind was seeing you."
Now it was Hermione's turn to blush as she finally noticed the werewolf standing behind her boyfiend. "Hello, Remus."
Remus nodded. "Hermione, it's good to see you."
She took a step back and stared at Harry again. "I can't believe you're here. I thought the earliest I'd get to see you would be on your birthday after you got her Apparition license. This is the best surprise ever," she admitted.
"Sweetie, is there something you need to tell me?" Jane Granger asked, breaking through Hermione's happy fog.
Hermione looked from her mother to Harry, who suddenly looked even shyer at the possibility of formally meeting her mother. "Mum, this is Harry. You might remember him as my best friend since my first year at Hogwarts."
Jane nodded. "Yes, but it seems the two of you are much more than friends now."
Hermione shrugged. "And?"
"A mother likes to know about her daughter's first serious boyfriend."
Hermione knew they would be having a long conversation. It didn't seem like such a bad idea, though. She finally had something to talk to her mum about, and she wondered why it never even occurred to her to talk to her mum about Harry. It seemed like an obvious thing, but it completely slipped Hermione's mind. "Later?" she asked.
"Later," Jane agreed. "Go spend time with Harry. Show him around the area. Mr. Lupin, would like to have some tea while the kids go enjoy themselves?"
Remus nodded. "It would be my pleasure."
Hermione and Harry watched as the adults went into the kitchen. She grabbed her boyfriend's hand. "Come on. I know the perfect spot for us to go."
She pulled Harry out of the front door. She never had a chance to go to Make-Out Point, never having a boyfriend. She couldn't wait to see what all the fuss was about.