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“Hermione, dear! Please come down here, we have something very important to discuss with you!” Her father called from the foot of the marble staircase. Great, they’re giving me ‘The Talk’ Hermione thought to herself as she rolled up the letter she had received from Harry before she even got a chance to read it. She clamored off her bed and made her way out of her bed room and through her antechamber. She skipped down the stairs, erasing the disgruntled look on her face and plastering on a big fake smile.
She was a little old for the sex talk, and it wouldn’t do much good now anyways. The reason she and Ron had split up last year was because after a rushed and horribly unsatisfying night, Hermione said she wasn’t ready to have sex again, which Ron didn’t like. The two continued writing but were abnormally formal, thinking best not to bring up what had happened.
Her smile immediately slid off her face when she saw the grim look on her father’s. She slowed her pace and walked with her father into the grand living room where her mother sat on an overstuffed white sofa while Hermione and her father each took a matching armchair, all seated around a large oval, highly polished, mahogany coffee table. It was placed on a plush white shaggy rug so it wouldn’t scratch the equally shinny hardwood floor. Her mother had made a fire in the large stone fireplace and had set mugs of steaming tea in front of each of them, along with a plate of gooey chocolate-chip cookies. Uh-oh, a fire, my favorite tea, my favorite food – they are trying to comfort me. It’s bad news! Every time her parents had to give Hermione bad news, like when her hamster died, her old cat Whiskers had been hit by a car, even when they told her they were moving to Meadow-Creek Manor, they had gone through the same ritual.
Her mother patted the sofa cushion beside her, inviting Hermione to sit with her. She moved from the armchair to the chouch and sank into the cushion. Her mother wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “Listen Pumpkin, we’ve got something to tell you. It’s pretty important, so wait until we finish to ask us questions. First thing you should know is that – now brace yourself dear – your father and I are, or were, part of the magical community. We both went to the same Magical Institute in America, which is where we met. Honey, I’m a witch, and your father is a Wizard, a very good one at that. The reason we didn’t tell you is because while you were growing up, we didn’t see and magical qualities in you until you received your letter, and we thought that you might be a squib. It would have just been easier on you to pretend we were muggles. You were so excited when you heard from Hogwarts; we didn’t really get a chance to tell you the truth until too much time had passed. And as you got older, it became harder and harder to tell you the truth, then when You-Know-Who came back in your fourth year, we figured it would just be safer to keep it a secret until now. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier, but now that you know, we also have to tell you, no one must hear of this. Your father’s parents, as well as mine, were very powerful and You-Know-Who tried many times to get them over to the Dark side, but when they resisted, they were killed. We fear with h-h-him back, we would receive the same fate. Do you understand dear?” She patted her daughter’s knee.
Hermione was in a state of shock. “B-But then why are you telling me now?”
Her father answered this question. “Now that you are older and we live in a magical community, and you will be applying for a job in the Ministry soon, we – well we changed our names; we are now just your adopted guardians. Mr. and Mrs. Granger, are officially deceased, our fake death certificates will be arriving shortly. We chose to be killed by a car accident. To the public we are now your parents’ best friends, Mr. and Mrs. Binns. We are so sorry we couldn’t tell you this earlier honey, we had to take all the necessary precautions to ensure your safety, and our own, so we could carry on protecting you. At home you can still call us Mum and Dad, but if we ever go out, and at school, we are Dave and Mary-Jane Binns. You can however tell Harry and Ron. I’m sure they will be able to help you through this better than I think we know how. So… what do you think?” He concluded.
Hermione gawked stupidly at her ‘guardians’, her mouth slightly agape. “Well, I-I, I guess I’m ok with it, if it keeps you safe. And nothing will really change will it? Wow, I’m actually a pure- blood witch? I mean, not that that’s important or anything, but you know, this is huge!” Hermione couldn’t contain herself.
“So it’s really alright? You don’t mind we waited so long to tell you all of this?” Her mother had a questioning look on her face.
Hermione beamed, “Yeah its ok, I’m perfectly fine with it. It just might take a little getting used to; calling you some random name is all.” Hermione laughed and hugged her parents before grabbing a cookie off the table and going back upstairs to explore some more rooms. She had decided to pace herself so she would have something to do this summer. So far her favorite room was her very own room of requirement. It worked the same way, except it wasn’t a blank stretch of wall she had to walk past three times, it was a broom cupboard that she had to ask nicely. She walked down the long gleaming hall and came upon a glorious bathroom, with a tub like the pool sized one in the prefect’s bathroom at the castle. It had dozens of shining taps; there was a white porcelain toilet and sink, with matching vanity, and a large shelf of fluffy white towels, lotions, and other toiletries. She decided to run herself a hot bath before going off to bed. Hermione had considered writing to the guys to tell them what her parents had told her, but decided against it, this day and age, you had no idea if your mail was going to be intercepted, and this tidbit of information could be deadly in the wrong hands.
Sinking into the steaming water, fiddling with the taps, adding bubbles, oils, and perfumes, Hermione sighed and couldn’t help thinking Hahaha, I wish I could tell Malfoy, and see the look on his face – I’m a pureblood! After her bath, Hermione plodded back to her room and threw on a pair of baggy track pants and a tank top and crawled into bed, though she couldn’t fall asleep for what felt like hours, her mind was reeling with all the new information about her parents. Hermione woke the next morning to the smell of eggs and bacon – though the bacon made her stomach kind of queasy, as she’s been a vegetarian for years now. She climbed out of her bed, slipping on her fluffy pink slippers and running down the stairs to the long, gleaming kitchen, sunlight shinning brightly through the high windows. She sat and buttered herself a bagel while she listened to her parents comment on the news paper and plans for dinner that evening. Apparently they were planning a dinner to meet the neighbors… the neighbors!
“Uh, uh mum, who all is- is coming to this little dinner party tonight? Not the – the Malfoys, right?” Hermione asked, in a would-be conversational tone.
“Why yes honey, and I believe they have a boy about your age, isn’t that nice? Maybe he’s one of you school friends! But remember, we are just Mary-Jane and Dave tonight. Oh, and its actually a sem-formal ball, so I want you to wear that green dress tonight too.” Her mum smiled at her before taking away her plate, for Hermione had stopped eating, she suddenly didn’t feel very hungry at all anymore.
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