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Blessing
Hermione was quite surprised when she and Harry apparated onto her front
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Hermione was quite surprised when she and Harry apparated
onto her front porch. Quickly scanning
the area, he lifted off the invisibility cloak, and the pair reappeared.
"Harry, what are we doing out here? Why didn't you just bring us inside?"
"I wasn't sure when your parents were coming home, and I
didn't think they'd like it if we just popped into their living room without
any warning."
"I see your point." Hermione turned her head towards the
driveway, but her parent's car wasn't there.
"Um Harry"¦I didn't bring my house keys with me."
"Oh come on, the great Hermione Granger doesn't need keys to
open a lock. Remember first year?"
Harry asked and raised his eyebrows.Â
She just glared at him.
"Course I remember, you jerk, but I don't have my wand with
me!"
"Who says you need a wand?" Harry turned her towards the
door.
Hermione suddenly became very nervous; she'd never been able
to magic without her wand before. She
tried it once, and it had failed miserably.
"Harry, I can't do this," she pleaded.
"Yes, you can," he put his hands on her shoulders, "Now
close your eyes and focus. Raise your
hand towards the door."
She did as he instructed.
"Good. Now, try and
imagine that you're using your hand as a wand instead. Concentrate your spell through it. See the magic leave your hand."
"I don't know." Harry hugged her gently.
"I know you can do this, sweetheart, just trust yourself."
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat and calmed herself
down. She could do this! Pointing her hand towards the door, she
concentrated on the words she knew by heart.
"Alohomora!"
The latch came undone, and the lock retracted.
"I did it!" she said ecstatically. Spinning around, she jumped into Harry's arms and hugged him.
"Whoa, easy there!" he chuckled.
"Oh Harry, I can't believe I did magic without my wand. The last time I tried it "“ nothing
happened."
"Maybe you just needed a little encouragement. I knew you could do it, and now, so do you."
He kissed her forehead and smiled.
This day was getting better by the minute as far as Hermione
was concerned. Opening her front door,
Harry followed her inside.
Hermione's parents came home about a half-hour later. Harry had volunteered to make dinner again "“
with Hermione's help of course, but Melinda Granger had immediately shooed him
out of her kitchen.
So, Harry and Hermione had elected to head into the
backyard.
The two were flopped out on the grass; the dusky sky sent a
rainbow of colors across the horizon.Â
Harry lay with hands behind his head, watching the clouds roll by. Hermione was by his side; her right forearm
draped over her eyes.
"Sweetheart?" he whispered.
"Hmm?" she replied without moving.
Harry turned on his side.Â
Plucking out a few blades of grass, he ran them teasingly up her
arm. Hermione flinched slightly but
ignored the sensation. However, when
Harry brushed the tip of her nose, she swatted at the annoying object, while
trying not to laugh. She turned to face
him and propped herself up on her right elbow.Â
Harry reached out and brushed a few stray hairs off her face.
"I'm glad you invited me here, Hermione."
"And I'm glad you came, Harry."
"It's times like this when I finally have an answer."
"What do you mean?" she asked rather confused.
"An answer to the question, is it all worth it? Was the loss of my parents and my friends
truly worth it?"
"Oh Harry." Hermione had never realized how deep his
convictions were.
"All I can say is"¦that if I can have more moments like this
with you"¦then I'll gladly face a hundred Voldemorts."
Harry lay back down, and Hermione scooted closer to
him. She laid her head on his chest,
and his arms surrounded her.
"You've earned this happiness, Harry, don't ever let anyone
else tell you otherwise."
"Not a chance, my angel," he sighed and kissed her hair.
From the kitchen window, Melinda Granger could clearly see
the pair outside. Her eyes surveyed the
way Harry handled her daughter "“ such tenderness he possessed. He couldn't not love her and be that
compassionate. Though it had only been
for a few months, Melinda had come to care very much for Harry. The young man possessed an unusual
aura. He could win over anybody with
his charm, but it never went to his head.Â
He was both humble and modest; never had she met a teenager who was as
unselfish as Harry Potter. Most of all,
he had brought a new life into her daughter's eyes. Hermione had always been a bit shy around boys, but she could
always talk to Harry. He was her best
friend, and that was why they fell in love.
A strong hand on her shoulder brought her out of her
thoughts.
"What is it?" her husband asked.
"Oh nothing," Melinda sighed, noticing that her eyes were
quite moist.
"Talk to me, sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, John, it's just that"¦I'm beginning to see
why Hermione chose Harry."
"I agree. I think
that boy would go to hell and back for our daughter."
"I think he already has," his wife laughed.
"So why the tears then?"
"My daughter's growing up.Â
Can't a mother cry over that?"
"Melinda." John Granger hugged his wife gently.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but we have to let
her go sometime."
"You're right, and I donhinkhink I could've picked someone
who's as perfect for Hermione myself."
Twenty minutes later, Melinda Granger called in the young
lovers. They joined Hermione's parents
at the table and took their seats.
"So Hermione, I forgot to ask you how the carnival was?" her
mother inquired. Her daughter tried
hard not to laugh, and Harry had to stifle a grin.
"It was wonderful, mom, we even met some of our old friends
there!"
"Really? Who did you
see?"
"We ran into Ron Weasley and his brothers, Fred and
George. We also saw my roommate
Lavender there."
"Ah, I remember you mentioning them before," her father
stated. "Didn't you say that they were quite the accomplished pranksters?"
"Yes, they even had a booth set up with all of their things
to play practical jokes on people, but it couldn't have topped what Ron was
doing."
"And what was that?" Melinda asked, noting the way Harry and
Hermione were looking intently at one another.Â
The two suddenly burst out laughing.
"He"¦he was in the dunk tank!" Harry chuckled.
"My goodness!" Mrs. Granger gasped, trying not to laugh
herself, "How did the poor boy end up there?"
"His brothers got him the job," Hermione giggled. "And we
took full advantage of it; he was soaked through and through."
"So how was the new medieval show they added this year?"
John Granger asked, taking a bite of his wife's ham.
Again, Harry and Hermione looked at one another, but this
time, their eyes were full of love and warmth for each other.
"Well dad, we were kinda involved in it."
"What do you mean?"
"Hermione and I were chosen to play roles in the
performance," Harry answered.
"Oh my, how exciting!" her mother said happily, "So what were
your parts?"
"I"¦I was a princess," her daughter replied as her cheeks
flushed, "and Harry was a prince. I had
been kidnapped by an evil lord, and he was supposed to rescue me."
The two adults began laughing, making the young couple blush
deeply.
"And did he?" her mother prodded.
"Of course, I did!" Harry interrupted.
"He came for me "“ just as he always does," she confirmed.
"Sounds like you two had quite a day," Melinda sighed.
"It was the best!" Hermione said with a bright smile.
Dinner proceeded with Harry and Hermione continuing their
story about the carnival.
"Hmm, that was great, mom!"
Hermione sat back and stretched. She felt really relaxed, but a few of her muscles were a little
stiff.
"If you'll excuse me, I have a date with a warm bath." Her
eyes flashed towards Harry to see his reaction, but he just gave her a
half-smile.
For once, Harry was actually thankful that Hermione was
leaving the room.
Once he heard water running upstairs, Harry was sure that he
could proceed with his plan. He looked
at Mr. and Mrs. Granger sitting next to and across from him, and a lump formed
in his throat. He'd been preparing this
conversation over and over in his mind for months, but he suddenly forgot it
all.
"May I talk to you two about something?" he asked quietly.
"Certainly Harry, is something wrong?" Melinda said
worriedly, noting the slightly downtrodden look in his eyes.
"There is something that I wanted to talk about, but I
didn't want Hermione around when I said it."
Now, the two parents knew this was serious. The young couple had been practically joined
at the hip all summer.
"Did you two have a fight?"
"No ma'am!" Harry said emphatically, "It's nothing like that
at all."
"Then spit it out, lad, we're here," John stated.
"I wanted to ask you if"¦if"¦" Harry steeled himself and
gathered his nerves, ""¦If I can have your daughter's hand?"
John and Melinda sat back and stared at one another in
shock. Had they just heard him say
that?
"Harry, correct me if I'm wrong, but did you just ask
permission to"¦marry Hermione?"Â The
young man looked John Granger directly in the eye.
"Yes sir."
"Well, I wasn't expecting this when I came home tonight." He
looked at his wife who was just as flustered.
"Aren't you a bit young to be doing this, Harry?" Melinda
stated and looked at him intently.
"Mrs. Granger, my entire life has been based on who I
am. I'm Harry Potter. My relatives despised me, and the wizarding
world adores me. It's ridiculous. I had no real identity "“ until I met
Hermione. She was the one person who
saw "˜me' and not my image. I can't tell
you how wonderful it is to have a friend who likes you for just being yourself. She's always been by my side "“ no matter
what. That's one of the reasons why I
love her; she wants "˜me' "“ not Harry Potter."
"You make a good case, my boy, but I'm still concerned about
this. Neither of you is even finished
with school yet," John said firmly.
"Mr. Granger, I wasn't planning to do this right away. I want us both to finish at Hogwarts first "“
then we can talk about a date. I know
that you can't marry someone, and everything falls into place. Both Hermione and I will have to decide what
we're going to do "“ as well where we would live."
"I see thau'veu've thought about this quite a bit, Harry, I
respect that."
"Thank you. I swore
to myself a long time ago that I would always take care of Hermione "“ whether
or not we are together. I want to marry
her because I love her like I've never loved anyone else. I can't promise that our life is going to be
perfect, but I will do everything in my power to make her happy."
John Granger looked at his wife, and she looked back at
him. They were clearly impressed with
the maturity that the young man possessed.Â
He'd been asked to do so much at such a young age, and it had made him
into an exemplary person. Melinda
looked at her husband, and a soft smile appeared on her face. She could read his eyes clearly, and she
nodded her head in agreement.
"Harry?" she said softly.Â
He waited nervously for her answer.Â
Melinda reached over and took her husband's hand.
"You have both our permission and our blessing."
The young wizard's face lit up, and he let out the breath
he'd been holding for the last minute or so.
"Thank you so much!" he cried as his eyes moistened.
Melinda Granger smiled warmly at her future son-in-law. She'd had an instinct about Harry from the
moment she met him. He brought a
strength of character with him that few men possessed. Most importantly, he made her daughter
incredibly happy. Sure they were both
still young, but as Harry had said, he didn't mind waiting at all. Rising to her feet, the older woman walked
around the table and kneeled down next to him.
"There's one other thing that I want to tell you, Harry."
"Yes, Mrs. Granger?"
Taking the poor boy by complete surprise, she reached out
and gave him a loving hug "“ much as mother would do.
"Welcome to the family."
At that moment, Harry couldn't hold it anymore, and tears
began to slip down his cheeks. Those
words were more powerful than any spell he could ever cast. He gently hugged the older woman back, and
she tightened her hold on him.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Not wanting to embarrass him any further, Melinda let him
go.
"Just remember Harry, you'll have to start calling me mom
soon," she laughed, and he blushed deeply.
The stairs creaked as someone came down, and a moment later,
Hermione came back into the room. Her
hair was still damp and hung loosely around her shoulders. What made Harry smile was that she was wearing
her plaid, flannel pajamas; the same ones that he'd given her; the same ones
she'd worn the first night they were together.
"Okay, what's going on here?" she asked, seeing her mother
right next to Harry, and he face still partially red. When no one answered, she put her hands on her hips.
"Mom, what did you do to him?"
"Nothing sweetie, nothing at all," her mother giggled and
stood back up. Her father started
chuckling as well, but what really goaded her was when Harry started laughing.
"What is going on here?" she demanded with fire in her eyes.
"Nothing's wrong, Herm," Harry sighed and looked up at her;
his face was practically glowing, ""¦Everything is absolutely perfect."
That left Hermione even more confused.
Later that night, Harry was in his room rummaging through
his trunk. Finding what he wanted in
the back corner, he pulled out the small box and tucked it into his
pocket. Running a hand through his messy
hair, he took a deep breath to clear his head.
"˜All right, Potter, this is it. It's time to ask her.'
With his heart pounding a million miles a second and
determination burning in his eyes, Harry quietly walked down towards Hermione's
room.
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Hermione was quite surprised when she and Harry apparated
onto her front porch. Quickly scanning
the area, he lifted off the invisibility cloak, and the pair reappeared.
"Harry, what are we doing out here? Why didn't you just bring us inside?"
"I wasn't sure when your parents were coming home, and I
didn't think they'd like it if we just popped into their living room without
any warning."
"I see your point." Hermione turned her head towards the
driveway, but her parent's car wasn't there.
"Um Harry"¦I didn't bring my house keys with me."
"Oh come on, the great Hermione Granger doesn't need keys to
open a lock. Remember first year?"
Harry asked and raised his eyebrows.Â
She just glared at him.
"Course I remember, you jerk, but I don't have my wand with
me!"
"Who says you need a wand?" Harry turned her towards the
door.
Hermione suddenly became very nervous; she'd never been able
to magic without her wand before. She
tried it once, and it had failed miserably.
"Harry, I can't do this," she pleaded.
"Yes, you can," he put his hands on her shoulders, "Now
close your eyes and focus. Raise your
hand towards the door."
She did as he instructed.
"Good. Now, try and
imagine that you're using your hand as a wand instead. Concentrate your spell through it. See the magic leave your hand."
"I don't know." Harry hugged her gently.
"I know you can do this, sweetheart, just trust yourself."
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat and calmed herself
down. She could do this! Pointing her hand towards the door, she
concentrated on the words she knew by heart.
"Alohomora!"
The latch came undone, and the lock retracted.
"I did it!" she said ecstatically. Spinning around, she jumped into Harry's arms and hugged him.
"Whoa, easy there!" he chuckled.
"Oh Harry, I can't believe I did magic without my wand. The last time I tried it "“ nothing
happened."
"Maybe you just needed a little encouragement. I knew you could do it, and now, so do you."
He kissed her forehead and smiled.
This day was getting better by the minute as far as Hermione
was concerned. Opening her front door,
Harry followed her inside.
Hermione's parents came home about a half-hour later. Harry had volunteered to make dinner again "“
with Hermione's help of course, but Melinda Granger had immediately shooed him
out of her kitchen.
So, Harry and Hermione had elected to head into the
backyard.
The two were flopped out on the grass; the dusky sky sent a
rainbow of colors across the horizon.Â
Harry lay with hands behind his head, watching the clouds roll by. Hermione was by his side; her right forearm
draped over her eyes.
"Sweetheart?" he whispered.
"Hmm?" she replied without moving.
Harry turned on his side.Â
Plucking out a few blades of grass, he ran them teasingly up her
arm. Hermione flinched slightly but
ignored the sensation. However, when
Harry brushed the tip of her nose, she swatted at the annoying object, while
trying not to laugh. She turned to face
him and propped herself up on her right elbow.Â
Harry reached out and brushed a few stray hairs off her face.
"I'm glad you invited me here, Hermione."
"And I'm glad you came, Harry."
"It's times like this when I finally have an answer."
"What do you mean?" she asked rather confused.
"An answer to the question, is it all worth it? Was the loss of my parents and my friends
truly worth it?"
"Oh Harry." Hermione had never realized how deep his
convictions were.
"All I can say is"¦that if I can have more moments like this
with you"¦then I'll gladly face a hundred Voldemorts."
Harry lay back down, and Hermione scooted closer to
him. She laid her head on his chest,
and his arms surrounded her.
"You've earned this happiness, Harry, don't ever let anyone
else tell you otherwise."
"Not a chance, my angel," he sighed and kissed her hair.
From the kitchen window, Melinda Granger could clearly see
the pair outside. Her eyes surveyed the
way Harry handled her daughter "“ such tenderness he possessed. He couldn't not love her and be that
compassionate. Though it had only been
for a few months, Melinda had come to care very much for Harry. The young man possessed an unusual
aura. He could win over anybody with
his charm, but it never went to his head.Â
He was both humble and modest; never had she met a teenager who was as
unselfish as Harry Potter. Most of all,
he had brought a new life into her daughter's eyes. Hermione had always been a bit shy around boys, but she could
always talk to Harry. He was her best
friend, and that was why they fell in love.
A strong hand on her shoulder brought her out of her
thoughts.
"What is it?" her husband asked.
"Oh nothing," Melinda sighed, noticing that her eyes were
quite moist.
"Talk to me, sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, John, it's just that"¦I'm beginning to see
why Hermione chose Harry."
"I agree. I think
that boy would go to hell and back for our daughter."
"I think he already has," his wife laughed.
"So why the tears then?"
"My daughter's growing up.Â
Can't a mother cry over that?"
"Melinda." John Granger hugged his wife gently.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but we have to let
her go sometime."
"You're right, and I donhinkhink I could've picked someone
who's as perfect for Hermione myself."
Twenty minutes later, Melinda Granger called in the young
lovers. They joined Hermione's parents
at the table and took their seats.
"So Hermione, I forgot to ask you how the carnival was?" her
mother inquired. Her daughter tried
hard not to laugh, and Harry had to stifle a grin.
"It was wonderful, mom, we even met some of our old friends
there!"
"Really? Who did you
see?"
"We ran into Ron Weasley and his brothers, Fred and
George. We also saw my roommate
Lavender there."
"Ah, I remember you mentioning them before," her father
stated. "Didn't you say that they were quite the accomplished pranksters?"
"Yes, they even had a booth set up with all of their things
to play practical jokes on people, but it couldn't have topped what Ron was
doing."
"And what was that?" Melinda asked, noting the way Harry and
Hermione were looking intently at one another.Â
The two suddenly burst out laughing.
"He"¦he was in the dunk tank!" Harry chuckled.
"My goodness!" Mrs. Granger gasped, trying not to laugh
herself, "How did the poor boy end up there?"
"His brothers got him the job," Hermione giggled. "And we
took full advantage of it; he was soaked through and through."
"So how was the new medieval show they added this year?"
John Granger asked, taking a bite of his wife's ham.
Again, Harry and Hermione looked at one another, but this
time, their eyes were full of love and warmth for each other.
"Well dad, we were kinda involved in it."
"What do you mean?"
"Hermione and I were chosen to play roles in the
performance," Harry answered.
"Oh my, how exciting!" her mother said happily, "So what were
your parts?"
"I"¦I was a princess," her daughter replied as her cheeks
flushed, "and Harry was a prince. I had
been kidnapped by an evil lord, and he was supposed to rescue me."
The two adults began laughing, making the young couple blush
deeply.
"And did he?" her mother prodded.
"Of course, I did!" Harry interrupted.
"He came for me "“ just as he always does," she confirmed.
"Sounds like you two had quite a day," Melinda sighed.
"It was the best!" Hermione said with a bright smile.
Dinner proceeded with Harry and Hermione continuing their
story about the carnival.
"Hmm, that was great, mom!"
Hermione sat back and stretched. She felt really relaxed, but a few of her muscles were a little
stiff.
"If you'll excuse me, I have a date with a warm bath." Her
eyes flashed towards Harry to see his reaction, but he just gave her a
half-smile.
For once, Harry was actually thankful that Hermione was
leaving the room.
Once he heard water running upstairs, Harry was sure that he
could proceed with his plan. He looked
at Mr. and Mrs. Granger sitting next to and across from him, and a lump formed
in his throat. He'd been preparing this
conversation over and over in his mind for months, but he suddenly forgot it
all.
"May I talk to you two about something?" he asked quietly.
"Certainly Harry, is something wrong?" Melinda said
worriedly, noting the slightly downtrodden look in his eyes.
"There is something that I wanted to talk about, but I
didn't want Hermione around when I said it."
Now, the two parents knew this was serious. The young couple had been practically joined
at the hip all summer.
"Did you two have a fight?"
"No ma'am!" Harry said emphatically, "It's nothing like that
at all."
"Then spit it out, lad, we're here," John stated.
"I wanted to ask you if"¦if"¦" Harry steeled himself and
gathered his nerves, ""¦If I can have your daughter's hand?"
John and Melinda sat back and stared at one another in
shock. Had they just heard him say
that?
"Harry, correct me if I'm wrong, but did you just ask
permission to"¦marry Hermione?"Â The
young man looked John Granger directly in the eye.
"Yes sir."
"Well, I wasn't expecting this when I came home tonight." He
looked at his wife who was just as flustered.
"Aren't you a bit young to be doing this, Harry?" Melinda
stated and looked at him intently.
"Mrs. Granger, my entire life has been based on who I
am. I'm Harry Potter. My relatives despised me, and the wizarding
world adores me. It's ridiculous. I had no real identity "“ until I met
Hermione. She was the one person who
saw "˜me' and not my image. I can't tell
you how wonderful it is to have a friend who likes you for just being yourself. She's always been by my side "“ no matter
what. That's one of the reasons why I
love her; she wants "˜me' "“ not Harry Potter."
"You make a good case, my boy, but I'm still concerned about
this. Neither of you is even finished
with school yet," John said firmly.
"Mr. Granger, I wasn't planning to do this right away. I want us both to finish at Hogwarts first "“
then we can talk about a date. I know
that you can't marry someone, and everything falls into place. Both Hermione and I will have to decide what
we're going to do "“ as well where we would live."
"I see thau'veu've thought about this quite a bit, Harry, I
respect that."
"Thank you. I swore
to myself a long time ago that I would always take care of Hermione "“ whether
or not we are together. I want to marry
her because I love her like I've never loved anyone else. I can't promise that our life is going to be
perfect, but I will do everything in my power to make her happy."
John Granger looked at his wife, and she looked back at
him. They were clearly impressed with
the maturity that the young man possessed.Â
He'd been asked to do so much at such a young age, and it had made him
into an exemplary person. Melinda
looked at her husband, and a soft smile appeared on her face. She could read his eyes clearly, and she
nodded her head in agreement.
"Harry?" she said softly.Â
He waited nervously for her answer.Â
Melinda reached over and took her husband's hand.
"You have both our permission and our blessing."
The young wizard's face lit up, and he let out the breath
he'd been holding for the last minute or so.
"Thank you so much!" he cried as his eyes moistened.
Melinda Granger smiled warmly at her future son-in-law. She'd had an instinct about Harry from the
moment she met him. He brought a
strength of character with him that few men possessed. Most importantly, he made her daughter
incredibly happy. Sure they were both
still young, but as Harry had said, he didn't mind waiting at all. Rising to her feet, the older woman walked
around the table and kneeled down next to him.
"There's one other thing that I want to tell you, Harry."
"Yes, Mrs. Granger?"
Taking the poor boy by complete surprise, she reached out
and gave him a loving hug "“ much as mother would do.
"Welcome to the family."
At that moment, Harry couldn't hold it anymore, and tears
began to slip down his cheeks. Those
words were more powerful than any spell he could ever cast. He gently hugged the older woman back, and
she tightened her hold on him.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Not wanting to embarrass him any further, Melinda let him
go.
"Just remember Harry, you'll have to start calling me mom
soon," she laughed, and he blushed deeply.
The stairs creaked as someone came down, and a moment later,
Hermione came back into the room. Her
hair was still damp and hung loosely around her shoulders. What made Harry smile was that she was wearing
her plaid, flannel pajamas; the same ones that he'd given her; the same ones
she'd worn the first night they were together.
"Okay, what's going on here?" she asked, seeing her mother
right next to Harry, and he face still partially red. When no one answered, she put her hands on her hips.
"Mom, what did you do to him?"
"Nothing sweetie, nothing at all," her mother giggled and
stood back up. Her father started
chuckling as well, but what really goaded her was when Harry started laughing.
"What is going on here?" she demanded with fire in her eyes.
"Nothing's wrong, Herm," Harry sighed and looked up at her;
his face was practically glowing, ""¦Everything is absolutely perfect."
That left Hermione even more confused.
Later that night, Harry was in his room rummaging through
his trunk. Finding what he wanted in
the back corner, he pulled out the small box and tucked it into his
pocket. Running a hand through his messy
hair, he took a deep breath to clear his head.
"˜All right, Potter, this is it. It's time to ask her.'
With his heart pounding a million miles a second and
determination burning in his eyes, Harry quietly walked down towards Hermione's
room.