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Love Lies Bleeding	By : chrmisha Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: Home Sweet Home

Although Hermione was enjoying spending time with her parents, she couldn�t help but think about Remus and how he�d reacted to finding her letters. It had been almost three days, and she still hadn�t heard from him. She wished then that wizards had telephones like Muggles did; some things were more convenient in the Muggle world.

As she sat down to breakfast, there was a tapping noise at the window. �Hedwig!� Hermione ran to the window, thrusting it open, and quickly removing the letter from his leg. Smiling jubilantly, she quickly read, �To: Miss Hermione Granger� Underneath that was written, �Sorry for the delay, Hedwig was out on Order business and I had to wait for him to return.�

�So when are you going to tell me about this young man of yours, dear?�

Hermione sighed. �His name is Remus, mother, and he�s absolutely wonderful.�

�When will we get to meet him?�.

�You�ve already met him, mother. It�s Remus Lupin, the man who came to the house last year to tell you that I�d have to spend the summer in hiding.� Hermione watched as the wheels turned in her mother�s head.

�But he�s so old for you.�

Hermione laughed. �He�s not that old, mother. He was taking an aging potion. He thought it would make you more comfortable if someone respectably older showed up as opposed to someone young. You�ll see.� In part that was true. While chronologically older than Hermione, Remus was not physically older. In fact, Hermione would grow old much faster than Remus would. Remus would have to take the aging potion just to keep pace with her, not the other way around.

Still her mother looked apprehensive. �What is it?�

Her mother sat down and put her head in her hands. �It�s just, he brings back such bad memories for your father and I. I mean, he was very nice and respectful and all, but he brought such terrible news. That was a very hard time for us, worrying about you constantly. Of course it wasn�t his fault, but I think a part of us blames him for taking you away from us.�

�Mother,� Hermione said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. �I never told you this because I didn�t want you to worry. But shortly before the end of 6th year, a student was brutally murdered. Her name was Alicia Greenberg. There were a group of bad wizards who were looking to kill any Hogwarts student they could get their hands on, myself, Harry, and Ron especially.�

Hermione�s mother looked horrified by this revelation.

�If it wasn�t for Remus, mother, I probably wouldn�t even be here today. He protected me last summer, at great risk to himself. In fact, one evening, he was attacked. But he managed to get away and to keep me safe. I owe my life to him.�

Her mother wiped the tears from her eyes and held Hermione close. �Well, then, I expect we owe Mr. Lupin an apology.�

�Mother, you don�t owe him anything. He understands, believe me. He didn�t take me away from you, he gave me back to you. And for that, among many other reasons, I love him.�

Straightening up, her mother said in a more cheerful voice. �So, when is he coming to dinner?�

Hermione laughed. �After I get my Apparation license, we can both come and go quite easily. In fact, you�ll be asking us to stop showing up for dinner after a while, I�m sure.� They both laughed.

As soon as Hermione finished her breakfast, she retired to her room to read Remus�s letter. Even though it was the middle of summer, Hermione wrapped herself in her grandmother�s quilt. It reminded her of the times she�d spent with Remus as well as the times she�d spent reading his letters. Taking a deep breath, she tapped her wand over the parchment, said the magic words, and watched as the neat letters spread eagerly over the page.

His words held her in rapt attention as she devoured every syllable. If she feared she might be disappointed, she most certainly was not. He made love to her in so many ways in that letter that her heart raced and her face blushed. She held the letter to her chest as she lay back on her bed, her breath labored. How do you do that to me? she wondered to herself. And please, however you do it, don�t stop.

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When she went downstairs for dinner, her grandmother was waiting to greet her. �Grandma! What a wonderful surprise! I didn�t know you were coming!� Hermione hugged her warmly. Hermione was the only grandchild, and as such, her grandmother had taken a special interest in her.

�My dear Hermione, how could I miss such a splendid occasion?� Her grandmother�s voice rang with the echoes of age, but the warmth in it could not be mistaken for anything else. Her grandmother laughed at the look of confusion on Hermione�s face.

Just then Hermione�s father walked in. �You�re graduation celebration, dear.�

�Oh, I didn�t know we were having one.�

�It wouldn�t have been much of a surprise if you did,� her father added.

Hermione blushed as she knew how much her father loved to catch her off guard.

After dinner that evening, they all gathered in the living room.

�My dear Hermione. I have a very special gift for you for your graduation. Your parents have been gracious enough to allow me this in my old age.�

Hermione�s curiosity was peaked as her normally reserved grandmother actually winked at her parents.

Hermione took the large manila envelop her grandmother offered her and opened it. She pulled out a stack of parchment that was yellowed with age. She looked up in shock as the realization and magnitude of the gift set in.

�Well, dear, you will need someplace to live. I am too old to enjoy it anymore. You might as well have it.�

It was a two bedroom brick townhouse located on the outskirts of Oxford. She�d only been there a handful of times when her beloved grandfather was still alive. He traveled to Oxford on business and bought the home so he�d have someplace to stay while he was there. It was small and quaint. But it would be perfect; perfect for her and Remus.

�Grandma,� Hermione said in awe. She looked to her parents who nodded in agreement. �I don�t know how I can ever thank you for such a generous gift.�

�You can thank me by keeping in touch with me in my old age. You can thank me by planting beautiful flowers in the garden. And by having a family and raising children there. By the time your grandfather purchased it, our children were all grown. I always thought it�d be a lovely place to raise a family.�

�Yes, of course.� Hermione smiled. Having a family. Raising children. Her and Remus. It held wonderful potential and the thought that it was now hers was still beyond her mental grasp. �My own home.� Our own home.

Everyone laughed as Hermione looked stunned.

�Give it time. It will sink in soon enough.� Her grandmother�s words echoed in her mind.
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