I own nothing! J. K. Rowling owns everything! Although I think I hold some claim to the plot... I did come up with it anyways, so it would be appreciated if you didn't copy!

They'd arrived, finally, and the 5 hour drive to The Camelopardalis Hotel near Marazion in Cornwall was well worth it. The luxury hotel was fairly new, only having opened up a year and a half ago, but already it had earned the highest of praises from the severest of critics. This was surprising as it was not part of a big chain brand, and in fact the owner hadn't been heard of before - in the Muggle World, that was. The hotel was located on the beachfront of a secluded cove, 10 minutes drive from Marazion, it was protected from the wind and got the most stunning views and sunsets. The building itself resembled an old castle, with large gardens (one of which had a pool), and mazes.

Cordelia Granger stepped out of the Tesla Roadster her parents had driven to get there, and dropped her luggage on the closest bellboy whilst her father, Tobias Granger, gave the car keys to the valet.

"Make sure these get to my room." Cordelia commanded.

"Which room would that be, miss?" The bellboy asked.

"I don't know." Cordelia shrugged, flicking her recently dyed dirty-blonde hair over her shoulder. "Just hold them and don't drop them until we find out."

The bellboy huffed in irritation. He'd never been treated like this so far, not even by the owners' family and they were from very very old money, so you'd expect it from them. But he nodded in submission and followed her into the reception. The reception was certainly a sight to see; beautiful stone walls, gorgeous emerald carpets covering the stone floor, a mezzanine area with two enormous grand staircases curving down from it. The reception desk was located in the oval space between the two flights of stairs, and there were several elegant cream and green sofas around the gigantic room surrounding strategically placed coffee tables.

"Oh darling Cordelia, is that you?" Someone called from the sofas closest to the door, Cordelia and her parents turned towards the voice.

"Grandma Pippa!" Cordelia cried out, as she made her way towards her relative. "How lovely to see you again." She said, kissing her on the cheek. "I can't believe it's been 7 months since we saw you at Christmas."

"Well I'm sure you'll have lots to tell me this weekend. Don't forget to say 'Hello' to your Grandfather." Grandma Pippa smiled at her before turning to Cordelia's mother. "Cecily! I hope all is well."

"Very well, Pippa. I'm feeling very rejuvenated having just got back from a girls week in Italy."

"Spend most of your time in the spa?"

"How did you know?"

"It's the only way to do a girls week." Pippa laughed. "Tobias, my big boy." Pippa gave Tobias a massive hug. "What's your newest venture?"

"Hello Mother, Father." He waved at his father, who hadn't moved from the sofa and was quite invested in the copy of the Daily Telegraph that he was reading. "I've just bought a golf course, which I plan on expanding." Tobias replied proudly. "Mother, do you know what the room and booking situation is?"

"Ah, yes. So we're all booked under Granger, cousins will be sharing rooms although it is a boy/girl split and parents have their own rooms. We're all on the same floor. But your brother, Richard and his wife Jennifer insisted on booking separately."

"How odd." Tobias's younger sister, Sophie, commented, coming up behind them. "Toby, it's so good to see you."

"Soph!" He turned around and gave his sister a big hug.

"Mother, Father, you're both looking well." She greeted her parents, her father gave an absentminded wave in reply.

"Sophie, you look gorgeous, my dear." Pippa kissed her cheek. "Is that husband of yours coming?" She asked with a look of distaste on her face.

"No," Sophie replied stiffly, "My soon to be ex-husband is back at the house."

"With his receptionist." A brown haired boy added. "Hello Grandma Pippa, Grandfather Charles."

"Tristan!" Sophie scolded her son.

"Tris, there's a bunch of good looking babes out there!"

"Sweet." Tristan looked at his younger brother over his shoulder.

"Mark, you're worse than your brother!" Sophie sighed exasperatedly.

"Sorry Mum." Mark apologised. "Hi everybody."

"Mum have you se- Delia!"

"Isabel!" Cordelia ran towards her favourite cousin, Mark's twin sister.

"Oh my goodness, I love what you've done with your hair!" Isabel complimented.

"Well, I had to do something or else I might resemble the beaver-toothed bookworm. Fortunately for you, you inherited your dad's black hair instead of the typical Granger brown." Cordelia pouted.

"We haven't see out dear cousin Hermione since we all were 13."

"I was 15, she was 14 and you were 13." Cordelia corrected. "I can't believe it's been 15 years." She lowered her voice, "If we see her in the next 30 years it'll be too soon." Isabel snorted whilst trying to hold in her laughter.

Grandma Pippa clapped her hands together to get everyone's attention. "Here are your room keys." She handed them rather old-fashioned looking keys, Cordelia looked at the room number and then snapped at the bellboy to take her bags up to Room 67. "We should wait for Richard and Jennifer to arrive before we go up to our rooms, greet them as a family." They sat on the sofas for 45 minutes waiting for them to arrive, Pippa huffed in irritation. "Let's wait for them outside." She suggested standing up.

"Perhaps they got lost in the 10 metres it takes to get from the car to the reception doors." Tobias whispered to Sophie, as they all stood up.

Just as they stepped outside a Mercedes Family Car drove up, and out stepped Richard Granger. "Sorry we're late." He said as he walked to the boot and started unloading the luggage.

"I can't believe that's what our baby brother drives." Sophie said to Toby, disgust written all over her face.

Jennifer also got out of the car, but instead of helping her husband with the luggage she opened one of the middle doors. "Here you go." She said, unbuckling a car seat before she helped a small boy with wavy platinum blonde hair out of the car. Richard handed the keys to a valet , and a bellboy helped him put the luggage on a trolley.

"Hello Master Scorpius." The bellboy greeted the small boy.

"Hi Jack." Scorpius smiled up at the friendly bellboy.

"Are't you a bit old to be starting a family again, Aunt Jennifer?" Cordelia asked her aunt, prompting several sniggers from the group.

Jennifer frowned at her niece. "He's not ours, Cordelia. He's Hermione's."

Everyone's jaws fell open. "H-Hermione's?" Cordelia stuttered. "She's coming then?"

Jennifer's frown deepened. "Is she not here already?" She asked. People shook their heads. "Hmph." She sighed, displeased. "Come with me." She said to no one in particular, so everyone ended up following her to the reception desk.

The girl at the desk looked up. "Hello Mrs. Granger." She greeted.

"Hi Lanny, could you please call Hermione and tell her there's an upset customer she needs to deal with." Jennifer requested. Lanny nodded, picked up the phone and relayed the message.

Two minutes later, an impeccably dressed young lady with wavy brown hair descended the stairs. "I'm terribly sorry, I understand there's been a compla- Mum." Several of her family's eyes widened in shock, not quite believing that was Hermione Granger. For one thing, her hair had tamed and her teeth were a normal size.

Jennifer narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "You're late." She stated.

Hermione bit her lip. "Sorry, I got held up at work."

"Hermione, you cannot possibly be using that excuse." She looked at Hermione in disbelief. "You work in this building!"

"What can I say? I've run out of excuses on why I can't come to this family gathering." The others looked quite insulted at this. "Not to mention you've made it so much harder for me to get out of things as you quite happily suggested to Grandma to host it at the hotel I happen to run." Hermione folded her arms and smirked. "Fortunately, I have to collect Scorpius from Nursery school which is an hour away, so I'll see you all in more than 2 hours." Hermione smiled sweetly and started to walk away before she was stopped by a small voice.

"Granny and Grandpa already picked me up from nursery, Mummy."

Hermione froze and turned around to see her son staring up at her. She looked up to see her mother smirking at her. "Of course she did."

So this is going to be a relatively short story about a Granger reunion. I decided to write one because I was getting sick of reading ones about Hermione driving into a reserved parking space and then revealing that her boyfriend/fiancé was non other than Draco Malfoy, who was unbelievably famous in the Muggle world as well and who Hermione's evil cousins are pining after. This is still gonna play on a few on those common aspects but as you can see its already different (she didn't drive into a reserved space, showing off her aviator sunglasses and gloriously long legs whilst wearing short shorts and a tank top!). Also I decided not to use the chain of hotels because Malfoy Industries was never mentioned in the books, Lucius never worked, all he did was bully ministry officials and try and run Hogwarts through the board of governors. Yes, there is a hotel but you'll see why.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I hope I'll get another one up soon. The story is already on Wattpad, username is Umbra_Ignis98