A/N: The plot of the first four chapters will loosely follow the plot line of a story with the same title by Merlin's Mistress. I adopted this story from her well MONTHS ago, and I've finally gotten around to writing it.. I'm pretty pleased with how it's coming around. Now I've changed and revamped the entire story, the only things that really stayed was the pairing, the law and how the initial engagement will come about. Almost everything else is completely different, because well I could never submit anything that I couldn't claim as mostly mine in the first place. :D Enjoy lovelies!

Disclaimer: JKR cannot be found here.

Chapter one

Hermione woke up, rubbing her eyes. She could hear he mother calling from downstairs, demanding that she get her arse downstairs. She swore softly under breath and dragged herself from her bed, fumbling about until she found her wand and a set of clothes. She yelled down the stairs that she was taking a shower and stumbled into the bathroom.

She washed up quickly, scrubbing at her hair before adding a drop of a special potion to her hair. She rinsed herself and pulled a towel around herself. Hermione moved over to the sink and washed her face before flicking her wand to dry her hair. She smiled at the mass of sleek curls that haloed her face. That potion had been a small miracle for her hair, allowing her to keep the curly mass of her hair but toned down the frizz that was caused by the moist air outside. She couldn't have been happier with it.

Slipping into her jeans and t-shirt, she hopped down the hall shoes in hand and she struggled to get the pulled on before she reached the stairs. Calls from her mother only getting louder the more time she took.

"Come on mum! It's my bloody birthday." She grumbled, hoping that she wasn't heard only to flinch when her mother called.

"Language Hermione! I taught you better than that." Her mother met her at the bottom of the steps, hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised slightly. "Now tell me dear how exactly you came to start cussing like a common trollop?" Her mother asked with a small grin.

"That would be the Weasley boys, mum." Hermione replied blandly and made her way to the kitchen, her mother close at her heels.

"Bless them, lovely family but perhaps you've been spending to much time around so many boys. You need some more female friends darling." Hermione wrinkled her nose at the pronouncement causing her mother to laugh as she passed Hermione a plate of food.

Hermione smiled softly down at the plate, her favorite breakfast foods covered the plate and she happily dug in as her mother made up a plate of her own. "Where's daddy gone to?" Hermione asked around a mouthful of eggs.

Her mother rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose as she responded, "He went to pick up a few things from the store, he should be back in just bit, since he left ages before you woke up."

"Mum it's my birthday, I think I'm entitled to sleep in for a little while." Hermione grumbled and took a swig of her juice.

"Yes but you used to have such lovely manners and you never slept in past seven. Now don't get me wrong, the Weasleys are all lovely people, I just think those boys are influencing you far to much." Jane said before pointedly taking a small sip of her coffee.

"Or it could be that I'm out of school and as much as I loved it, I'm allowed to relax for once and not have to worry about time management." Hermione smirked and took a large mouthful of eggs and chewed noisily, laughing as her mother curled her lip. "That and I have no one here to impress with my manners mum, it's not like you really care. Besides I promise not to 'cuss like a common trollop' or eat like a boy when I'm in public, alright?"

Jane gave her a soft smile and laughed, "I suppose that'll have to do."

They sat chatting about nothing at all and enjoyed their food, their laughter ringing out through the kitchen.

HGHGHGHG

And it was this sound that welcomed Harvey Granger home as returned from the store, laden with bags. He set the bags down on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, taking in the sight of his girls chatting away, smiles bright and wide on their faces. Two of the loveliest smiles he'd ever seen, thanks mostly to his dentistry skills. He'd never allowed either of the girls to go to anyone else, disregarding his daughter's sneaky attempts in her fourth year to shorten her front teeth. He rather missed the larger ones, they had made her look unique and different, it was a 'Hermione quirk' and it made him sad that they were slowly disappearing as she grew up, it was signs that she wouldn't be his little girl for to much longer.

"How are my girls doing?" He said watching in delight as they turned to him, happy grins curling their mouths and Hermione stood immediately to give him a hug.

"Daddy! You nearly missed my birthday breakfast!" She scolded him and he patted the top of her head, dropping a kiss on her forehead before he moved to his wife, pecking her lips quickly before he began to load a plate up with breakfast goods.

"Now poppet, theirs no need to get snippy. I had to go grab some things, remember your mum and I are leaving for that convention tomorrow? You were suppose to contact the Weasleys to see if you could stay there."

"But Daddy! I'm 18 now, I can stay home by myself!" Hermione whined.

"Now Darling," His wife said "Your father and I are just worried about leaving you home when the war has only just ended a few months ago. We just want to know that your safe and that you have company."

"Yes Poppet, Strength in numbers." He reminded his daughter with a raise brow and a smirk.

He watched his little girl sigh in defeat and smiled in triumph as he sat down to dig into his meal. Jane had always griped at him for his manners, Hermione used to do so as well but that was before she began to spend so much time around boys. Normally a father would be concerned but all he could think was that he was grateful for all the help and protection they had offered his little girl over the years. He'd only met the Weasley family and Harry Potter briefly after the war. They had come with Hermione to collect them from Australia. He and Jane had be upset at first but it didn't take to long for Hermione to instill some logic into their prone forms, explaining about the war and everything she had ever kept from them. In the end the only thing that had mattered was that they were all safe and Hermione was alive.

Harvey would talk about it sometimes, but only with his wife. They'd talk about the many different times they had almost lost her and more often then not it ended in tears. But they could never begrudge Hermione her decisions, knowing that in the long run it was the best possible course of action.

"Hermione, if your done eating than why don't you go send a message to the Weasleys?" His wife's voice broke through his thoughts and he nodded his head in agreement.

"Yes Poppet, that's a great idea. Besides your mum and I need to go snag your birthday presents out of the boot of the car." He laughed at his daughters indignant look.

"That's you hid them?" She yelped. "I've been snooping around the house for ages and they've been there all along?"

"Told you you'd never find them Darling." Jane chided and began to clear away the empty dishes.

HGHGHGHGHG

Hermione grumbled as she made her way up the steps, it had been a long standing tradition that if Hermione could find her gifts before her birthday then she'd get to open them that same day, with the added bonus of an additional present on her birthday as well. So far she'd manage to find them nearly every year since she was four. The game was played earlier in the summer in her teens years, due to her having to go off to school before her birthday but the principal was still the same.

She didn't have an owl, but she was hoping Hedwig would be perching at her window or else she'd have to find another way to contact the Weasleys about staying. She didn't think it'd be a problem, but it'd be better to ask permission instead of just showing up out of the blue. She huffed and swung the door to her room open, breathing a sigh as she spotted Hedwig blinking at her from her window sill.

"Hey pretty bird, Come on in." Hermione cooed softly and smiled as Hedwig jumped off the sill and landed her desk, followed quickly by Pig, who flapped about excitedly. "'lo Pig."

She quickly untied the packages from the loops around their legs and wrote a quick reply before send Hedwig off with her note, asking for permission to stay. Letting Hedwig know that she would leave one of the windows downstairs open for her to fly through when she brought back the reply.

Hermione scooped up the packages and brought them downstairs with her, setting them on the table with the other brightly wrapped gifts her parents had brought in from the car.

Unwrapping the one's from her parents first she found a Mobile (rather sleeker look to the ones she had seen during her summer holidays, apparently there had been new models made), a football jersey for Manchester United, a new journal and quill set and to top it off a new Mac Powerbook 550. One of the newer types of mobile computers out, apparently it was all the rage and would only get better with time. They had a small PC in the den, which Hermione's parents had purchased for her to use when she was home from school. She had had loads of fun playing around on it and now she apparently had a mobile version of it as well.

"This all really great stuff, but I can't use half of it around magic." Hermione told her parents as she set her new computer aside.

"Yes, well that was the point Poppet." Her father replied and pat her on the head.

"What your father means is we've heard you talk about how things would be so much easier if you could just access things like the internet, or even just use technology. So now you get to try and make it work, the only thing we ask if for you to not destroy any of it, because as much as we love you I'm not spending another 4000 pounds on a computer." Hermione's jaw dropped as she stared at her mother blankly, prompting her father to laugh.

"Relax Hermione, Your mother and I can afford it especially since all you've ever asked for previously was nothing more than books. Books are cheap, you deserve this. Besides it makes it rather easy for us to contact you when we need to." Her father said, the mirth still present in his voice and Hermione was mortified to find that tears had welled up in her eyes.

"Daddy, Mummy. Thank you so much!" She breathed and whipped at her eyes, her parents arms came around her and squeezed her close.

"We just want to give you something to work towards and have a way to know what going on right away, instead of having to wait hours to know when somethings happened, we're being rather selfish if you think about it."

They stayed that way for awhile because Jane had ended up crying as well, but when the tears were dry her parents sat her down and walked her through how to use both her mobile and her new computer. Apparently her mobile could send out things called texts as well, but it was a limited amount that could be sent, about 100 per phone every month and she only had about 300 minutes of call time as well. Her parents warned her about roaming charges as well. They programmed the numbers into the phone and then helped her set up and email account on her computer. She had gotten so excited that she had forgotten the gifts from Harry and the Weasleys, in fact she had been so excited she had completely ignored the fact that Hedwig was suppose to come back. That is until Hedwig pecked at her head to get her attention, hooting indignantly at being ignored.

"Ow! Hedwig you bloody bird!" She reached forward and untied the parchment. "I'm sorry I didn't see you but that doesn't mean you get to peck me!" Hermione scolded the bird while she handed her a piece of cold bacon from the fridge. The owl snapped it up and flapped out the open window and Hermione made her way back over to her parents at the table.

Unrolling the parchment and giving it a quick scan she smiled up at her parents. "They said I'm welcome to come, which is nice since it's been ages since I've seen them."

Her mother nodded and said she'd be back before she made her way upstairs, her father only smiled as her mother brought down a suitcase and set it on the table. "Your Gran sent this over, and since you're going on a trip for a couple weeks, it's the perfect time to give it to you."

Hermione stepped forward and unzipped it slowly, almost terrified of the clothing that may be lurking inside it. Her Gran had always been a little eccentric in her fashion tastes and Hermione could only hope that she had exercised restraint. At the very top was a vibrant scarlet jacket that looked like it'd hit Hermione at the knee, beneath that a simple v-necked jumper, A strapless black dress, costume beads of all different colors and a lovely blouse that had a sheer lace back and ruffles at the bottom below the belted waist, speaking of belts there were three one red, one white and the other black, all thick and big, meant to cinch larger t-shirts and dresses amongst a few vintage tee shirts and skinny jeans from the eighties was an old vintage swimming costume, likely from the fifties and despite herself Hermione was pleased. It wasn't often that her Gran sent her things she'd truly enjoy but with all these new clothes and bits and baubles she could seamlessly add them in with her other things and it would still work.

Her father seemed rather pleased with the demure swimming outfit her Gran and sent and Hermione poked her tongue out at him. She turned back to the once again forgotten packages, weary to open them, because she knew what would be there. The same book Ron bought her every year, because he'd forget he already had and of course Harry's was always different but it almost never suited her taste. Ginny always sent make up and Mrs. Weasley sent care packages filled with sweets she would never eat and would end up giving to the children next door. She picked up the package from Ron and sure enough there was a copy of 'Perfect Prefects, The in-depth guide to prefects who got somewhere in life.' She rolled her eyes and set it down, the age old adage of 'it's the thought that counts' didn't apply here, because if he had thought about it he would realise he'd bought if for her 5 times before this. Ginny's package was of course a nice little set of perfume; lipstick and eye make up. The name of it 'The naughty Bookworm.' The name itself caused Hermione to snort in humour, Ginny liked to joke that she was really some secret sex kitten that hid her passion beneath her demure looks and heavy books. Harry's was last and she was pleased that instead of a book, she found a photo album. It seemed like he had taken care writing it and by the looks of it had used a pensieve to capture certain memories, making funny comments about each one.

She flipped through the album with her parents and explained different photographs to her parents, and felt warmth surge through her with each proud smile her parents gave her. They had never really bonded over her experiences in the magic world and now they could. It was a nice feeling and she really didn't want it to stop, but she knew she had to leave soon, before it got to late. So she went upstairs taking her things with her and packed up a couple bags, taking care with her computer and new album. She kept all the clothes her Gran had sent and added a few more of her own. Her old ratty converse shoes, some hightops, her moms old 'rocker boots' and a few pairs of heels to top it off. She really did love her different pairs of shoes. She slipped the suitcases with her clothes inside her beaded bag, which held the vast majority of her personal belongings. Scooping up her keys and the carrying case containing her Powerbook she ran down the steps.

"Poppet, I just realised we'll be missing 3 Manc games while I'm gone." This news prompted Hermione to frown, "Don't worry there'll be more of them, I'll be back in time to seem Manchester crush Leeds."

Hermione nodded her head and gave her dad a small smile, giving both her parents a kiss to the cheek and tight hug. Nearly crying again as her mother squeezed her tight. Don't worry Mum, I'll be calling you as soon as I reach the village near the Weasley home.

"You're not apparating Darling?" Jane asked confused.

"Why apparate when I can drive mum?" Hermione said and held her keys up. "I took my test at the beginning of the summer, you only have to be seventeen. Besides you gave me the bloody Mazda when you bought your shiny new BMW, remember?"

Her mother smiled and nodded her head, her dad handed her the road maps and told her the best route, one that would take her about fours hours to drive. As she made her way out to the car she hear two loud 'pops!' coming from inside the house, she dropped her bags and turned around, wand drawn and rushed back into the house.

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