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ARTHUR' REFLECTIONS OR SECOND CHANCES	By : Glorioux Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 8258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-ARTHUR'S REFLECTIONS OR SECOND CHANCES
- 2-Good Deeds Reap Weeds
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Chapter 1- Good deeds reap weeds

Hermione and Harry meet again

Ginny wasn't fond of Hermione, and they had all drifted apart. As for Hermione, when invited she would always attend to the Burrow's gatherings; consequently, Ginny and Harry would often make excuses not to come. The result was that the three didn't really talk during several years. Only Harry could be blamed for that, he was the friend who avoided her, so Hermione quit trying, and soon enough they became virtual strangers.

Her home was but a few streets, a couple round-abouts away from Malfoy Manor. Harry discovered it during an official visit to the Manor, while on duty as an Auror. That day runaway Death Eaters broke through the Manor's wards; and managed to injure Lucius and Narcissa while they napped under the afternoon's sun. Draco's sudden arrival with his fiancé had saved them from a sure death by their quick intervention.

They brought their injured bodies to a special Wizarding Healing Center which had opened near them.

A couple of German and American healers saved them from dying. They practiced at 'The Center' which Hermione founded and had initially funded. It featured revolutionary muggle diagnostics, surgical technologies, and wizard healing. It employed outstanding practitioners, many Muggle born, whose skills enabled them to treat severely traumatized magical beings.

They treated Werewolves, Centaurs and other Magical creatures, often saving them from certain deaths. And Draco had not hesitated to call Hermione, now a friend, who made sure the best specialists were assigned to Draco's parents.

That day, when Hermione came to check on the Malfoys, Harry was there as the Auror in charge. Hermione invited Harry to her parents' house for the first time, since the war.

They had not seen each other but for minutes when the children had been born. She hadn't been invited to either of the naming parties. Ginny made sure that Hermione knew she wasn't welcome at Grimmauld. She did see the babies quite often at Molly's. They loved their Mimi, and she loved them in return, it was a two way fan club.

Ron was history, it didn't last very long; he couldn't be faithful even if his life depended on it; Hermione wasn't bitter about it, he just was Ron as she would later tell Harry.

Star Manor

Star Manor was imposing at the very least. True to his word, after he finished with his reports, Harry Apparated inside a locked gate. He expected the house to be right there, and instead he had to walk along a fairly long entry road before arriving to the main house. The entrance had a bend and a line of trees which had blocked the house view.

As soon as the house was visible, Harry was fairly certain that he had come to the wrong place.

The early Tudor-style large home, confused him; he thought it was a hotel. After a couple minutes of consideration he figured out it was a normal home, the Bentleys parked outside did the trick, and he finally recognized Hermione's smart car.

An old lady, dressed in a tweed skirt and a starched blouse, opened the door and announced through a speaker. "Miss Hermione your guest has arrived."

And she asked him to follow her up a grandiose stairway, running down towards him was a smiling Hermione dressed in skinny jeans, a leather vest, and a jersey top. She was barefooted and jumped into his arms and gave him a hug. At the Center, they had barely greeted each other, and this hello was very emotional.

At the stairs first landing, they went around and around in circles to a whistled tune; to the same tune they had danced to years before…during a cold Christmas day. He still could remember the feeling of her soft breasts on his chest, and the lust that consumed his insides during that day long ago.

Harry loved to tell the story to anyone that would hear it. Years after the story, it had become a favorite of James, who would beg for Harry to tell it from the moment he saw her at The Center.

Flash-forward
"When Papa first came to our house, and saw our, mo—mu—Hermi," as of lately poor James wanted to call her mother, and Harry would look at his feet. Lily did it without missing a beat, "Mummy Mimi." or plain mummy. And he would conclude "And they danced around and around in circles. My daddy whistleded [sic] this song." And he would try to whistle. Invariably, Hermione would smile, then she would dance with James in a very formal way, and she would do the whistling. It melted Harry's insides.

Teddy had always called her mummy, and Harry daddy, and he continued to do so. Andromeda had encouraged it for reasons known only to her.
End of flash-forward

"So, about this house, did you marry a Pureblood and forgot to tell me?" Harry asked her with a twinkle in his eye.

"No, this was my father's parental home. I used to visit and would slide on these very rails. Mrs. McMillan used to have a conniption. Bless her old soul; she will retire once her inheritance is settled. Sorry I am digressing. My grandfather died half year ago and then we moved in."

Harry was looking at the paintings adorning the walls, generations of blueblood aristocrats, the women with jewels that probably cost the price of large flat. Harry had been left quite rich, but not sure if this much. There were a couple of women who had Hermione's hair, but her face was her mother's.

"And your grandfather was?" He ventured another question.

"A yes, he was a solicitor, a peer, his wife was a French aristocrat and my father was his only son, a blueblood, the self-delusional Muggle version of Purebloods. I think it meant their ancestors were the smartest, had the bigger guns, and were the most ruthless ones. I will deny if asked in front of others, but I think they were also smugglers.

Oh well, such is life. Anyway, my grandparents lived half of the year here, and the other in France, in a small pretentious version of Versailles. My mother wants to make it a bed and breakfast. The upkeep is horrendous, and it is only us and a few older relatives. The Granger BB," she giggled.

"Poppa was in someway a Muggle version of Lucius Malfoy. There, that is him, look at his portrait there." She pointed at a portrait of a well dressed man, with a stuffy look about him..

She showed him, and they both laughed, but quit as soon as they remembered that Lucius was fighting for his life. But she had been right, the same haughty look and stance, instead of a robe, a dark suit, waistcoat and very stuffy look.

"So that makes you the Honorable Hermione Granger, right". Once again she smiled and dismissively shrugged her shoulders, "I guess, something like that and some other nonsense tittles, my dear Lord Potter, or is it Lord Black." And she winked her eye making him chuckle.

And that was that, back to the normal Hermione. Her parents were, as he remembered from his wedding and the few other times he had seen them, a very nice and friendly couple. He realized they dressed with understated elegance and both had perfect coiffures, you could call them a well-heeled couple. And now that you mentioned it, they could be a Muggle version of the Malfoys, without the haughtiness and the showy jewelry.

Hermione had inherited her wild locks from her father, and the mother's exquisite beauty. She hat turned out to be a beautiful witch. Plus, imagine, his friend was very rich, what a laugh.

"And, you are conveniently neighbors with Draco eh?" He cunningly asked after he felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

"Yes, as a matter of fact that is how we met again, running you know? And how I met Adrian," she blushed mentioning Adrian to Harry.

Harry's heart tugged with a strange pain. For a while now, he had realized his mistake. He had wished, more than once, to be able to take back the pain she had suffered because of him. He had acted despicable, gods what had been wrong with him to have made him behave in such callous manner?

He occasionally dreamed of her, of holding her in his arms. He could see her body above his, and those evenings, he could even smell her arousal. He would always wake up hard and upset, not wanting to lie close to Ginny. Hermione had been his life rock and had given it all up for him. He behave as fools often do, he wanted the hot and popular Ginny; stupid, he had been blind, and a bad friend at that. It was a miracle that she still cared to be his friend and was happy to see him.

"I had not heard about Adrian, you mean Pucey, Adrian Pucey? He was a little older than us, right?" He didn't realize that he was talking too fast. He knew of Adrian, Ginny had made sure to mention the list of the ten top bachelors all the time.

"Yes, Adrian Pucey, the same, he is good friends with Draco. They were jogging in a small trail rather popular near here; it has exercises along the trail, hmm, maybe we can run it together, sometime. Anyway, I heard some fools making comments about that jogger, and how she ran like a girl. I turned around, ready to fight, and found the prats laughing, Draco winked his eye, and I stuck my tongue out to them."
She appeared dreamy, and Harry's heart squeezed again. She was on first name basis with all the Slytherins. He imagined they all wanted her just as others already did.

"I get the reason why it is- Draco- now; I guess that we really have fallen out touch." He sounded regretful.

"Through no fault of mine," Hermione remarked sadly, "anyway, he was jogging with Greg, Blaise, who is one of the Healers the Center, Adrian and Marcus who also works at the Center in the Administration; and they invited me to run with them. It didn't work out of course; each has a pair of legs as long as my entire body."
She laughed and Harry joined. She was petite, but she was also fast. She wasn't giving herself credit. Harry thought how much he had missed her. He had let Ginny decide who their friends were, and wanting to have a harmonious relationship had posed no objection. Or was it, his guilty conscience which had made him agree with Ginny?

She didn't want to talk about Adrian anymore, and tried to hide the promise ring she wore in her left finger. He had already seen their initials woven together over a flat House of Pucey seal. And the snake framing the initials and background, how Pureblood and how Slytherin it was.
Harry caught her hiding her hand, but wisely decided to hold his tongue. She had the right to love whomever she wanted. He was married and loved his wife; hence it was high time to accept his friend's choices. And he wondered if what he had just stated was true, then why his heart ached so when he thought of Hermione being loved by Adrian, he had no right. Moving images of Adrian Pucey naked with Hermione filled up his mine, he could see her face flushed with emotions, her hard nipples, ‘Stop it.” He cautioned himself.

After a while they sat outside, they just sat on the fresh cut grass, against a large tree.
“Harry," she sipped her lemonade while they watched the birds feeding, "I am in the middle of distributing a considerable trust left by my grandfather for his father's children. I guess the subject never came up, my parents are rather, err, rich?” She observed him to see his reaction.

“And I am my father’s only child, the one title comes to me. In keeping with my family's tradition, I am going to share at least twenty percent of my inheritance. It must be distributed in equal portions, not sure why, but it is always been done so. My intention is to include all those who had either meant something to me, or I have loved."

She stood up and brought a Muggle notebook.

"Now that you are here, maybe you can help me? I want to give something to each Weasley, yes even to Ron. Ron is Ron, I loved him, but you know my luck with Gryffindor wizards." She gave him a wry smile and looked at her hands. He was sad at once.

The fruits of found money, or, The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Harry helped her with a lot of the logistics, and he started to come and visit, which restarted their friendship. And soon enough, he was coming for tea, and to eat dinner. He started going out with Adrian and his friends, but Ginny never wanted to participate.

Finally all the shares were set and distributed. A share went to Andy to help her with the costs of raising Teddy. It went a long way to improve her life, and Andy was finally breathing easier. Her husband hadn’t been poor but his death had left her financially bound. She refused to take any money from Harry or from her sister. She saw Narcissa as one who had enabled the conflict that had killed her daughter. As for Harry's assistance, well, Ginevra had told her more than once how she felt about it.

Hermione further invested in the Center, where her parents had already sunk great resources. They had moved their practice there. Cosmetic dentistry wasn't an integral component of the Wizarding folk's dental care. Teeth were re-grown, without concern for aesthetics; therefore their services were a big hit. This time, the funds went in the creation of an additional wing. It would house a state of the art medical facility to treat mental illness, which still was a dirty word in the Wizarding world.

Each of the Weasley, and Hagrid, also received a share that helped them all to live in comfort and even luxury for the rest of their lives. Fleur was money savvy from working with Gringotts, and with Hermione's help made wise investments in both of the worlds, quickly increasing all the Weasley fortunes several fold. It wasn’t long before Ron was able to indulge in handmade shoes, new jumpers, and Italian made cashmere. The good fortune didn’t, however, improve Ron's table manners; after all, money cannot perform miracles.

Ah, yes, he also bought season tickets to watch all his favorite Quidditch teams. He was very gracious and thanked her profusely; as all his brothers did the same; the only one who failed to thank her was Ginny. Hermione decided not to give it any importance and thought that maybe she just forgot, tactical amnesia or something like that.

Fleur seemed to like the new and improved Ron, who was now a tall, ginger and handsome wizard; henceforth she divorced Bill to marry his young brother; and this made another one of the nails in Molly's coffin. Fleur confessed to Hermione, "I have been attracted to Ron since Hogwarts, but he had been a little too young. Ron is so handsome, a younger Bill."

Hermione wanted to add – Yeah, Bill with unblemished skin- silly witch, but she had learned to control her fiery temper, a little. What also didn’t improve were Ron's wayward ways, they remained unchanged. Alas, Fleur never complained and it was her habit to loothe other way; apparently she really loved Ronald B Weasley.

Harry

Molly called her in tears. Everyone was counting on Hermione to help; it was the logical thing to do, after all, they all knew how much Harry cared for his friend.

Ginny had abandoned her home; when Harry came back from work, he found she was already packed and just was waiting for him so she could leave; in one half-hour she was out the fireplace. And he was left with two babies, James, a twenty nine month toddler, and Lily, a thirteen-month baby. The abandonment took place less than eight months after their reunion at Hermione’s home.

Molly was desperate after being unable to reach Harry for more than two weeks. Hermione tried calling, but he wasn't answering owls or Floo calls.

Enough was enough, within hours she Apparated into Grimmauld using a pass into the library which Sirius had given to her. She found Harry sitting on the couch, half-drunk, smelly, and unshaved. James and Lily were filthy; one had wet training pants, and theo other dirty-nappies, their faces were streaked with dirt and tears, and both were rather hungry.

Kreacher could not make them eat and was beyond upset. They would screech if the elf tried to change them or touch them; they were unable to understand what was going on.

The angry elf was the hardest to calm down. He had wanted to call the Aurors to bring the "Nasty, selfish, bad-mother, Blood-Traitor," back home. He recommended a magically warded chain to keep her at home. He swore it had been done many times, Hermione doubt it, but Adrian's mother confirmed it. It had been a common practice, even done in Pureblood households.

"That nasty blood traitor, she nevers haves any class, no Pureblood lady would leave hers childrens behind. Lady Hermione, please do somethings."

The class-conscious elf never complained while helping her. He had already heard the good news about Hermione's family. Hermione had to smile, Kreacher would never change, and therefore, he would always need someone to put down, and now he had Ginny. As for Hermione, he refused, from there on out, to call her other than Lady Hermione. Not to worry, soon there after, Harry turned into Lord Potter.

She called Adrian and explained the situation to him. He promised he would go and stay with Harry and his children. With that out the way, Hermione went home to pack an overnight case; she was on her way to do "somethings."

►A/N: I guess Hermione has not learned the golden rule. “No good deed goes unpunished, or as this chapter’s name says it, -Good deeds reap bad weeds-
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