STUMPED
It was a bright summers morning as a honey-eyed brunette quickly strode up the sidewalk to a dishevelled old house. Hermione pushed her copper curls from her face as she carried her bags to the Weasley’s front door. She hesitated, than knocked. After nearly a whole minute the door opened to a cheerful, yet cautious, looking Mr. Weasley.
“Hermione!_” he began, but was pushed out of the way by a ranting Mrs.
Weasley.
“Hermione! You made it!” she squealed, and grasped her into a suffocating hug.
“Yes, Mrs. Weasley” Hermione breathed. “I have.”
Mrs. Weasley smiled and let go. “Harry dear, arrived last night…oh it is so nice to have all of our friends come to the wedding. Bill will be delighted!” She clasped her hands together.
“Come dear, you can stay in Ginnys room…Arthur bring her bags will you!”
Hermione, who had been here so many times, headed straight for Ginny’s bedroom, Mrs. Weasley behind her.
Back Home Harry Potter Main Page Next