Black Blood

Chapter 6
A Truth Hardly Believable

A man in a white robe and a clipboard came into the room writing something down, two nurses quickly followed behind him. Like the man, they were wearing white dress robes. One of the nurses had blonde hair put in braids. The other had short brown hair down to her shoulders, two loose ponytail dangled off her shoulders. They followed quickly after the doctor wherever he went, a dreamy look in their eyes, their lips frozen into a smile. They too held clipboards, but they just scribbled on them.
Obviously, they were interns.
One look at him, and Hermione gasped. He was incredibly handsome. His perfect skin was tanned and clean cut. His dark brown hairs sweeping straight down his ears. His dark brown eyes looking serious and beautiful. His perfectly tanned hands. The way he paced the room gracefully.
"Well," his voice was deep and low. Harry could hear a French accent in the doctors' voice. Apparently, his voice made Hermione swoon over him even more. "How are you feeling today Mr. Potter?" He leaned against the counter. The two nurses rushed to side, flipping their hair and batting their long thick eyelashes covered in mascara. The doctor was oblivious to the nurses' flirtatious behavior.
Hermione sighed at the sound of the young doctors voice. He must have only been in his early twenties.
Ron glared at the doctor, like he was taking away Ron's mojo, if he even had one.
"Fine," Harry said in a confused voice. "Are you my doctor?" He hoped he wasn't his doctor for certain reasons. The last thing he needed was Hermione going gaga over his doctor, especially in Ron's case. He knew he was jealous of the handsome doctor. He had never seen Hermione look at Ron the way she was looking at the doctor now.
"Why would I be here if I am not your doctor?" The doctor looked taken aback, as if Harry thought he wasn't eligible to be a doctor quite yet.
"Oh." Harry wished he hadn't asked. He also wished he could've had a different older doctor who Hermione didn't go gaga for. He knew he would have to listen to the two of them bickering the second the doctor left with the fallen in love nurses. Anger bubbled inside of him. He didn't want to hear them fighting with his roaring headache making his head feel like it was about to explode. But another part of him thought it would be hysterical to hear what they had to say.
The doctor walked over to the trio. Hermione stared at him as if he were a god. He looked even better close up. A sound between a sob and a laugh escaped Hermione's mouth. Her cheeks started turning pink and she looked down with her hand to the side of her face, trying to block him of seeing her blush.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Ryan Daniels." Dr. Daniels said extending out his hand. Harry limply took it and shook his hand. His shake was strong and firm. Hermione stared at Harry with envy in her eyes. He had actually gotten to touch him.
"Hi." Harry said after he pulled his hand away. Dr. Daniels held out his hand to Ron.
"Hello. You are?" Dr. Daniels asked politely, putting his out to shake Ron's hand.
Ron turned away in a huff and crossed his arms over his chest. In an angry voice, he said, "Ron Weasley."
"Nice to meet you Ron Weasley. Short for Ronald, I presume?" Dr. Daniels asked.
"Yeah," Ron said. "Sure."
"Ron," Hermione scolded. She was talking to Ron, but her eyes remained on hottie Dr. Daniels. "Be nice to Dr. Daniels." In between Dr. and Daniels, Hermione sighed. But low enough so Dr. Daniels couldn't hear it. Quickly, as Dr. Daniels turned to look at her, she turned her eyes to Ron and looked at him through scolding eyes. Ron scoffed and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.
"And who might you be, miss?" Dr. Daniels asked as if seeing her for the first time. "And no need to scold your friend, I always get attitudes. I grew up in a grouchy family."
"Well, that's just too bad, now isn't it?" Ron asked with his eyes on the ceiling. His face screwed up in a sneer.
Hermione glared at Ron, before returning her eyes on Dr. Daniels. "I'm Hermione. Sorry about my friend. He has a horrible temper today, I guess."
"No need to apologize," Dr. Daniels said gently taking Hermione's hand and kissing it. Hermione blushed and looked down with her hand over her mouth. Ron rolled his eyes and looked away. Hermione's cheeks were bright red when Dr. Daniels pulled away.
"You have very delicate soft skin, Miss Hermione." He said in a soft voice, his accent seeping through his words.
Hermione could barely control herself. But she managed to say, "Uh, th-thank you." Dr. Daniels had still not released his hand, and when he did, Hermione felt like crying. He sat up and walked to the bottom of Harry's bed. He leaned against the rails and bent one of his knees.
Hermione stared at him; her cheeks still red from Dr. Daniels kiss.
"We checked your health this morning before you woke up, and you are ready to leave. You can stay here until the end of the day." Dr. Daniels walked over to the door, the two nurses hurrying after him. "Oh. And before I leave. Ronald Weasley, good day. Miss Hermione, pleasure to meet you. Don't forget to pick up your medication at the front counter, Mr. Potter. Annah Obliviiander will give you three bottles of pills at first. If the insanity does not go out within those three bottles, you will receive more. Take two a day. One when you wake up and the other before you go to bed. You will also get the liquid prescription. Just incase you doze off during the middle of the day or any time before you go to bed. Have a friend give you it. Good day to you all, and good luck, Mr. Potter. Have a nice day." And with that, he left Harry's room, nurses, and good looks.
As soon as the door was shut and Hermione was sure Dr. Daniels was out of earshot, she began the fight. Harry wasn't surprised, although the shout gave him a little ring in his ears. Making him wince from his roaring painful headache. Why did they have to fight now? Things had finally begun to become a little normal. Why did Dr. Daniels have to come in when he did? Why during visiting hours when he knew Harry had Hermione in there? Did he have to see every vulnerable young girl swoon over him?
"You just couldn't be nice to him could you, Ron," Hermione asked, anger dripping off her words. She glared at Ron. Hermione's voice rang in Harry's ear, a new headache forming in his head. Needless to say, Ron shouted even louder, trying to top Hermione, as he always did. Why couldn't they get their flirty fights out of the way and stop making Harry insane? It wasn't his dreams that made him insane. Oh no. It was Hermione and Ron's flirtatious fights. It was obvious they liked each other. So why couldn't they just admit it? Harry knew Ron loved Hermione. But Hermione...she was oblivious to the whole subject. Others could see it, including Harry and the professors. Even Draco Malfoy knew that Ron was in love with Hermione. But for some reason, Hermione just couldn't see it. Maybe she didn't want to believe, so she pushed it away. But it was obvious she liked Ron as more than a friend as well.
"Oh, and you couldn't have been any nicer, now could you?" Ron asked standing up. Hermione followed suit.
"I was only being polite! Unlike you who has to have an attitude over any guy you are jealous of!" Hermione was outraged. Her cheeks were still red, but not of embarrassment, of anger. Her hands were balled into fists. So tight, that you could see her veins popping out of her hands. Harry looked at Hermione then at Ron, and back again as they fought, the headache increasing but filled with amusement.
"The only reason Mr. I'm-too-damn-good-looking-to-help-seeing-sixteen-year-old-girls-swoon-over-me-when-I-know-I-can't-do-anything-to-them-because-it's-illegal was being nice to you and saying all that crap was because he knew you liked him and knew what you wanted to hear 'cause apparently, you can't get anyone else!" Ron shouted. His hands, too, were balled into fists.
Hermione's body loosened, her fists let loose and dangled heavily off her arms, tears forming in her eyes. She tried her best to keep from crying, but Harry saw her chin trembling, as if begging to let her cry. Harry saw that the fight was over when the first tear fell down her, in Dr. Daniels words, 'very delicate soft skin' and the amusement faded.
"Ok, that's it. He didn't mean it, Hermione, just calm down. And please don't cry." Harry said raising his hands to his friends.
"I meant every damn word I said!"
"Ron! Seriously! Stop it!" Harry shouted. He immediately wished he hadn't yelled, his throat burned. His throat felt extremely dry and he knew he needed to have a drink. But, unfortunately, there was no water in the hospital room. And Harry had finished the Butterbeer while Dr. Daniels had been in the room Harry occupied.
Hermione sat down shakily and buried her face into her arms on the sheets on Harry bed. Tears fell rapidly down her cheeks. A small puddle of teardrops formed on the sheets. Hermione sniffed and continued to cry. Muffled sounds escaped her mouth. Her shoulders shook. Harry gently placed his hand on her shoulder that was facing him and caressed it with his thumb it. He looked down at her, and then up at Ron whom had his arms crossed against his chest. Hadn't he had enough of his anger yet? Harry certainly had. And Hermione never cried, only when she was extremely upset or extremely frightened. But she had rarely ever cried after getting into a fight. But this was different. Ron had insulted her very harshly. Harry had never heard Ron talk that way to Hermione before. Only in their first year, when they hadn't exactly been the best of friends and Ron had called her mental. His words were: "It's no wonder no one can stand her. She's a nightmare, honestly." But not indirectly, he hadn't known Hermione was behind them. But this time she was in the very room as he, and he knew it. He knew he had hurt Hermione, but didn't want to admit he was wrong.
"Why did you say that, Ron?" Harry asked while still caressing Hermione's shoulder. He stared at Ron through curious eyes. Why had he yelled at her like that? Couldn't he just understand he should let Hermione like anyone she likes?
"Did you see the way she was acting, Harry!? She was practically drooling over him!" Ron shouted still standing up. His face was as red as his hair. Sweat dripped off his forehead and down his face.
"I saw the way she looked at him. But so what? Can't she like him?" Harry asked, now stroking Hermione's hair behind her ear. She was still crying. But it was obvious she was listening to every word Harry and Ron said.
"He's six years older than her! What is it with her and older men? First, it was Gildory Lockhart. Then it was Victor Krum. And now-."
"Wait a minute," Harry said putting a hand up to stop Ron. "I remember you wanting Victor Krum's signature at the end of fourth year. What makes you change your mind now?" As Harry said these words, Hermione's shoulders stopped moving and the room became deathly quiet.
Ron looked away, and said, "I only did that to make Hermione happy. I can't stand fighting with her. And you know that, Harry. I just fight with her to-. Never mind. I'm going to go. Bye, Harry. Hermione." With that, Ron walked out of the room and slammed the door.
When he was gone, Hermione looked up at Harry. Tear lines stained her cheeks, making her face look pale. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her mouth was partly open. She looked at the door then at Harry. "What was that about?"
Harry laughed softly. "After hearing what Ron just said, that's all you have to say? 'What was that about'? Seriously Hermione, weren't you listening to him?" Harry moved his hand as she sat up and wiped away her tears.
"Harry," she started, looking down. She laid her hands on his bed. When she looked up at Harry, she was obviously nervous. "I have to be honest with myself."
"Oh, Gawd no, Hermione. Please don't." Harry said sighing and looking into Hermione's eyes. Something wasn't right; Harry could feel it.
"Harry, listen to me." Hermione moved closer to Harry. She grabbed his hand and sighed. "This is really hard for me to say, so I'm just going to show you."
"Hermione, what the bloody hel-." Hermione suddenly leaned over Harry and kissed him. Harry couldn't pull away because he was already on his back. Hermione put her hands on his chest lightly. Harry tried not to, but he ended up kissing her back.
After a few minutes, Hermione pulled away slowly. A small smile formed on her lips. She sat back down and looked at Harry who was staring at her shocked out of belief.
"Harry?" Hermione asked when he had been looking at her shocked for minutes. "Okay. I'm sorry about that. I just had to tell you."
"Come on, Hermione. You and I both now you're using me for an excuse to say you don't like Ron. I know you do. Every one in school does. Even the professor's know. Just please don't do this to yourself. And believe me, I know Ron likes you too. Don't use me for-."
"I'm not using you Harry! I really do like you. Sure, I may like Ron too. But I would never use you! Especially for something that childish." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand. She looked at Harry pleadingly.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. You're beautiful, smart, and fun to be with. You're a great person to be around. Any guy would be insane not to like you. But-." Harry stopped when Hermione kissed him again. This time with a little more passion added into it.
When she pulled away, she put out a finger to his lips and sat back down. "Don't. I know what you're going to say. You're going to make me feel great. But then you're going to say, 'But I don't like you like that.' I've heard it before I don't need to hear it again."
"Okay. I won't say it. Are you okay?" Harry asked grabbing Hermione's hand. She put her other hand to her forehead and pushed back her hair. Her face turning red again as tears fell down her cheeks.
"Yeah. I-I'm fe-fine." Hermione said in a choked voice as more tears fell down her cheeks, landing on the floor. Her shoulders stared shaking again.
Harry sighed and pulled her closer. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "No you're not. I'm sorry. I hate hurting you. You know I love you to death, like family. We're like brother and sister. You know you can talk to me about anything. You know I would never let anything horrible happen to you. But we can't be anything more than what we have now. And if things got any more closer, it would ruin our friendship. I love you like a sister. And I believe what we have is special. I don't want to loose what we have now." He kissed the top of her head and looked at Hermione. Tears fell don her cheek.
"We can still be friends though," Harry said still holding her hand. "Please. I really want us to be friends. Hermione?" He pushed the hair out of the front of Hermione's face and looked at her. "Hermione. Please don't do this."
"What? Do what? And of course we can still be friends. We never did stop being friends." Hermione laughed and pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear. "I'm sorry about what I said and did. But Harry, I really do like-."
"Knock, knock. May I come in?" Albus Dumbledore came walking through the door just then. "Is everything all right in here? I noticed Mr. Weasley leaving quite upset over something."
"Everything is fine Dumble-. Professor Dumbledore. Ron and I and just got into a fight." Hermione said letting go of Harry's hand.
"Is everything all right?" Harry asked looking at Dumbledore. The twinkle in his eye was gone, yet again.
"Actually, Miss Granger, your mother is here. She is ready to pick you and Mr. Potter up. She wanted to meet Mr. Weasley and ask him to come as well, but he wasn't here. Sorry 'bout that. Harry, you're going to spend the rest of the remaining summer at Hermione's house. Apparently, your aunt and uncle have had enough of you being sent to St. Mungo's that they need you out of the house for the rest of the summer. But next summer, you'll be there." Dumbledore looked like he was about to faint. He could remember telling Aunt Petunia that Harry needed to be with her. But realized it wasn't so bad that he was going to Hermione's. The one thing Voldemort hated most, besides Dumbledore and Harry Potter, was muggles, which was exactly who Hermione happened to live with, seeing as she was muggle born.
Hermione smiled and looked at Harry. He was smiling, his eyes filled with delight.
"She'll be ready when you're ready. And Harry, don't forget your medicine." Dumbledore walked out of Harry's room. When he was out, he leaned against the door and crossed his arms. He sighed, he had a feeling something wasn't right. "Please, Harry James Potter. Remember to take the medicine. Your life depends on it." A vision of Harry smiling in the room with his friends flashed in his head. Dumbledore loved Harry's smile, the way his eyes looked just like Lily Potter's. He would die if that smile, those eyes, his hair, and pride just went away in a heartbeat...

Inside Harry's room, Harry smiled. He was leaving St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. And this time, he would make sure he would remember it. He was not going to let a dream keep him from living his life, even if it already was screwed up enough. The last thing Harry needed was for the whole school to know about this.
"Come on, Harry," Hermione said, looking at Harry happily. She grabbed his hadn't and helped him stand up. He was dressed in muggle clothes. Lucky for Harry, they hadn't put him in one of those hospital dresses. "And please let me at least try to fix your hair. It looks messier than usual." Hermione tried to brush his hair evenly and neatly. But it didn't work, on account of Harry's constant fidgeting.
"Hermione," Harry said, struggling to get free of the brush Hermione held in her hand. "Hermione. Hermione! Stop!" Hermione automatically stopped, holding the brush in midair.
"What's wrong? My parents expect Harry Potter to be a clean boy who is friendly and polite. Please. I need you to be presentable. And that hair isn't helping. Wait a minute. That's not hair. That bush growing on the top of your head is out of control. I think it's time to get another hair cu-." Hermione had her hands on her waist, a demanding look on her face when Harry interrupted her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you just say hair cut?" Harry looked bewildered. Was she out of her mind? There was no way she could get a-...

And there he was, sitting in a chair of a local barbershop in London. A muggle barbershop nonetheless, scissors chopping away at Harry's hair. So many years of trying to feel comfortable with his hair, and when he finally did, Hermione made him get an actual hair but. Not a stupid cut from Uncle Vernon. And actual cut at an actual barber shop. Uncle Vernon went to barber shops to get his and Dudley's haircuts. But thought that 'Harry was an ungrateful little rat who didn't deserve a presentable hair cut.'
Harry had his back facing the mirror so he couldn't see how much hair was being chopped off. Hermione was sitting in a chair in front of Harry, grinning from ear to ear. Her teeth were spread wide as she smiled.
"What are you so happy about?" Harry asked rudely. He was very unhappy about his precious hair being cut. After all, it was something that made Harry Potter, Harry Potter. Hair was sticking to the plastic cover covering his body. Long strips of hair stuck to his neck.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione beamed, clapping her hands together. "If only you could see yourself! You look so much better! Don't worry. I told him to cut the bangs, but not so much. They're just hiding the scar. I wouldn't make people notice you more, just less. And I think that's what's going to happen. Oh Harry! I'm so proud of you!"
"Well, you should be. You're the one who survived pulling me out of the car and into this...this...place you call a salon for hair, by the ear!" Harry scowled at Hermione.
"I had to do something. Besides, if I had let go, you probably would've just run away from me and I'd never see you again." Hermione frowned as if she saw what Harry would look like in the future, long, shaggy black hair dripping over his face. His glasses cracked and broken in many places. His teeth turning yellow and brown by the second, only two remaining in the front, soon chipping and falling out like his other teeth did. She shuddered at the thought.
"And Walla," the French barber exclaimed after a few more minutes. "This, I believe, is the best masterpiece I have done!"
Please," Harry thought, you only cut my hair. Is that the best you can do, you big phony?
The barber twirled the chair that Harry was sitting on so Harry could see what he looked like. Time seemed to freeze. Harry's jaw dropped as he saw his reflection in the mirror. Hermione clapped her hands in applause in what seemed like slow motion to Harry.
Harry's hair was cut so it just covered the tips of his ears. It was brushed neatly. He could see a part down the middle of his scalp. The barber moved the plastic cover and brushed the hair into a pile and threw it into a garbage can. Harry brushed the hair off his neck and tried to ruff his hair up, but Hermione stopped him.
"No! Not until school starts! I want you to meet my parents looking nice. It's a miracle they let me take you here by myself. But it worked. I promise, once school starts again, you can do whatever you want with your hair. Wait. Please. Please, don't dye it." Hermione softly brushed Harry's hair in the back where he'd messed it up with the brush the barber had used on him. "There you go. Now isn't that much better?"
"Define 'better'." Harry glared at his reflection, he thought it looked horrible, but he also kind of liked it.
"Come on, Harry," Hermione said, still smiling. "You got to admit it looks good. I promise. I won't tell anybody. I'll tell everybody that you hated it and that you'll never get another one. But if you don't admit it, I'll tell everybody you were a baby and that you cried the whole time. And you know I would. Come on. Admit it." Hermione smirked, as if daring Harry to not admit that he liked it.
"Fine. But I'll deny I ever said it. I...I...like...t-the...ha-hair cu-cut." Harry exhaled heavily after he said it and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, like it had been hard for Harry to say it.
"Good, 'cause if you didn't it wouldn't be free! It's like a special today, or something. If the customer does like the haircut, it's free. If he or she doesn't, you have to pay. And I wasn't about to pay." Hermione started walking to the door. Harry quickly brushed hair off his body, before following Hermione.
Right when Hermione was about to open the door, the French barber who cut Harry's hair asked, "Did thee boy love his hair?" He looked over at Harry and smiled a buck-toothed smile. There was a humongous gap between his front two teeth.
"Yes, Pierre. Harry loves his new haircut. Don't you, Harry?" Hermione looked over at Harry, her eyes demanding.
"Yeah, I love my new haircut, Pierre." Harry smiled sarcastically. Hermione smiled at him before opening the door and her and Harry walked out. "Are you happy, Hermione? You just had to torture me even more. It wasn't enough to make me say I like it, huh?" Harry folded his arms across his chest as he and Hermione walked across the street to a coffee shop where Hermione's mother had been waiting for her.
"Wait," Hermione said, before she opened the door to the coffee shop. She over looked Harry and put her hand to her chin and hummed lightly.
"On no. What now?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione scared. What was she going to make him do now?
"Come on, Harry," Hermione said grabbing his hand and pulling him across the street when no cars were on it. "I have an idea."
"What kind of id-. A clothes store? Why are we here?" Harry asked when they stood in front of a store where manikin dolls modeled clothes in front windows.
"My parents want a clean boy. Not a boy dressed like the way you are. No offense, Harry. But you need a new wardrobe. Just for a few days, until summer's over. Then you can go back to your clothes. I'll pay. Just do this for me. I'd really appreciate it." Hermione looked at Harry through begging eyes. "I'll never ask you to do anything ever aga-."
"That's what you said before Mr. Pierre chopped all of my hair off. How can I believe that now?" Harry asked with his arms folded against his chest.
"Harry, please," Hermione pleading.
"Why are you trying to change me, Hermione?" Harry folded his arms across his chest and looked down at Hermione who was about three inches smaller than him. "Why don't you think your parents will appreciate me as me?"
He had her there. Hermione looked down and pushed her hair behind her ears. Looking back into Harry's eyes, a twinge of quilt stuck in her eyes. Their eyes locked for a brief moment.
Harry dropped his arms as if they weighed too much to hold up anymore. He took a small step closer to Hermione and sighed. "It was already hard enough for me this morning in the hospital. Don't make this a harder choice for me." Harry whispered with the wind. The wind blew through his hair as he spoke, making his words hard to hear and low.
"No, you were right," Hermione said as soon as the wind dyed down. "I was so worried about what my parents would think of you, that I went crazy trying to change you. I'm sor-."
"Don't," Harry interrupted. "Don't say sorry. I probably would've done the same thing. I know most people don't appreciate my appearance, so don't wor-."
"Hermione, sweetheart?" An older males voice asked from behind Harry. Harry froze, like he had just been struck with an amazing force pushing him miles away. He just stood there, his face turning white.
Why am I so scared of this man, Harry asked himself in his head. He shook his shoulders as if he dropped a million pounds.
Hermione looked over Harry's shoulder. A grin formed on her lips, exposing perfectly white teeth. She stepped to Harry's side and ran up to the man. "Daddy," Hermione exclaimed as she ran up to the man and threw her arms around his waist, giving him a tight hug.
Harry turned around slowly in relief. The man had very little reddish/brownish hair, a bald circle on the top of his head. He had brown almond shaped eyes, just like Hermione. Mr. Granger was about six foot, five. The arms holding Hermione were tanned and muscular, yet his body was thin.
"What are you doing here, Daddy?" Hermione asked when she pulled away from her father; her body was shaking from excitement. "I thought you were supposed to be in Russia for another two weeks. What happened? Are you all right? Did something happen that made you have to come home?"
"No, Hermione," Mr. Granger sighed. "I'm just fine. I'm coming back from my vacation. I needed to see my daughter and wife again."
Hermione wrapped her arms lightly around her fathers' waist and said, "I'm just glad you're all right." Suddenly, her eyes shot open as if remembering something very important. She quickly released her father and stepped back towards Harry. Gently grabbing his arm, she looked at her father and said, "Daddy, this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is my father."
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Granger," Harry said extending his right hand out towards Mr. Granger.
"Nice to meet you too Mr. Harry Potter," Mr. Granger said shaking Harry's hand. His hand was surprisingly strong and almost hurt Harry's own soft grip. "Hermione's told my wife and I wonderful things about you."
"Same here," Harry said. Mr. Granger finally released Harry's hand. It dropped to his side limply as if gravity was strong enough to hold it up.
"Hermione, where is your mother?" Mr. Granger asked.
"Oh," Hermione said, like she was just remembering her mother was in the coffee shop right through the door a few feet away from where she, Harry, and her father stood. "Mummy's right in here. She'll be happy to see you. But be ready to answer a lot of questions. She'll want to know why you're back from Russia all ready."
"I know she will be," Mr. Granger said as he and Hermione walked towards the door.
For some reason, Harry couldn't trust Mr. Granger's story of coming home early.
"Come on, Harry," Hermione said before she opened the door. "I want you to meet my mum."
"Okay," Harry said as he nodded.
Harry walked over to the door but stopped right when Hermione and Mr. Granger walked through the door. Mrs. Granger, surprised by her husbands' early arrival, stood up and ran toward them. Throwing her arms around his neck, tears fell down her cheeks. Mr. Granger twirled in a circle, Mrs. Granger in his arms.
He shrugged his shoulders as Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Hermione sat in a booth, a waiter taking their orders.
Mrs. and Mr. Granger looked over at Harry who was staring at them. Hermione followed her parents' glance and smiled.
"Harry! Come on! I want you to meet my mother." Hermione smiled and moved her mothers bag from a spot next to her. She patted the seat and smiled at Harry.
Harry forced a smile and walked over to the booth and sat down where Hermione introduced Harry to her mother.