DISCLAIMER: yes, this is a disclaimer.
REAL DISCLAIMER: I don't CLAIM to own any of the HARRY POTTER characters in DIS story. (Get it? DIS? CLAIMER? Disclaimer? HAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I'll shut up now)
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It was the end of another school year and Hermione was eager to get home.
Hermione was rushing. "Dad! Hurry up!" she called over her shoulder. Mr. Granger gasped for breath as he tried to keep up with his 13 year old. "Hermione, wait up!" Hermione didn't hear him for she was too far ahead. Mr. Granger panted as he dodged people, jumped over luggage and evaded signs. He saw Hermione just a few feet from him when ---
BAM!!!
Hermione heard the sound of two people colliding. She rushed over and gasped. It was her father, sprawled on the floor next to a light brown haired lady. Her dad groaned. "Daddy!" Hermione jumped to her father's side and helped him up. "Ooh . . ." her dad groaned, rubbing his head. "Herm--- Hermione? Is that you? W—what happened? Ouch." Hermione hugged her father. "You crashed into someone, dad. Are you hurt?" But her father didn't hear her last words. "Oh my goodness! I crashed into someone?" he looked to his left and saw the woman. People gathered around them.
"Oh my!" Mr. Granger rushed to the woman and helped her up. "What on earth h-happened?" she muttered. "I am so sorry. I was in a bit of a rush that I didn't see you." The woman fell back onto the ground. Mr. Granger struggled to get her to sit up. She was a beautiful woman, in her late 40's with light brown hair and pretty green eyes. She was rather plump, and her cheeks were red. Mr. Granger thought it was cute.
Just then, another person ran to the woman. "Mother! Are you hurt?" It was a boy.
But not just *any* boy. Hermione knew that Scottish accent. She glanced up.
Oliver Wood was crouching over the woman who appeared to be his mother, fanning her with his hand. "Mother! Can you hear me?"
Mr. Granger looked at Oliver. "Is she your mother? Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You see I was—"
"Ollie?" the woman grabbed his hand. "W—what happened? Where are we?" Hermione noticed that she had the accent as well. (Duh)
"Mother! Thank goodness, oh mother. This gent," Oliver gestured to Mr. Granger. "Crashed into you." His mother rolled her head to one side and looked at Mr. Granger with weary eyes.
"He's a very handsome man, there." She said. Oliver looked surprised. So did Mr. Granger. Clearly, no one had noticed Hermione.
"Ahem," she spoke up. "My father is very sorry. Is there anything we could do?" Oliver looked at her for the first time since this crazy accident.
He frowned in concentration. "Herm—Hermione? Hermione Granger? Harry and Ron's friend?"
She nodded. "Again, We," she pointed to her father and herself. "Are very sorry. Is there anything we can do?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything at all?" Mr. Granger said frantically. Mrs. Wood still looked glassy-eyed and dazed. Oliver shrugged.
"Uh, I don't know actually," Oliver said. Just then, his mother sat up. (With the help of her son and Mr. Granger)
"Ollie, I think it's about time we had breakfast. . ."
"Lunch, mother. Lunch." He corrected her, pulling her to her feet.
"We'll treat you!" Mr. Granger said quickly. Hermione arched a brow. "We will?"
"Yes, dear." He turned to Oliver. "It's the least we can do." Oliver considered the offer. "Uh, okay. Thanks." Mr. Granger helped Oliver bring his mother into their car waiting for them outside the station.
"Is it alright if we have lunch in muggle London?" he asked Oliver. Oliver shrugged. "Sure."
Mr. Granger settled his mother in the front seat while Hermione and Oliver sat at the back.
"Uh, so, what was your name again, boy?" Mr. Granger asked, looking at Oliver through the rearview mirror.
"Oliver. Wood."
"Ah. And you know my daughter, Hermione?"
"A little." Oliver glanced at Hermione. She was staring out the car window. "I often see her with Harry and Ron in quidditch practices but that's about all."
"And what do you do in quidditch?" Mr. Granger asked, trying to make small conversation.
"I am the—" then Oliver caught himself. "I *was* the captain and keeper of the Gryffindor team."
"Was? What happened?" Mr. Granger asked, making a left turn.
"I graduated." Oliver said simply. Hermione turned to look at Oliver. He sat uncomfortably.
"Have you ever ridden a car before?" Hermione asked. Oliver looked at her. "Uh, no. Just brooms." He said.
"Well, I've never ridden a broom well." Hermione gave him a small smile. He smiled back.
"What's your mother's name? She's awfully pretty." Hermione asked. "Her name is Luella." He answered.
"Luella! What a musical name!" Mr. Granger piped up. Oliver grinned uncomfortably and Hermione giggled. After a few turns, Mr. Granger parked the car . "This is my favorite restaurant. It's Japanese."
Oliver's eyes lit up. "Japanese? I love their cuisine. So does my mom." Hermione's eyebrows rose. "You've eaten Japanese food before?" she asked. Oliver nodded. "Mother likes exotic food. One time, she took me here—muggle London—and we ate Japanese in a small restaurant."
"Was it this one?"
"No. This one is large compared to the one we ate in." They entered and sat down. Luella Wood, Oliver's mother was steady now.
"Oliver dear, where are we?" she asked, taking her son's arm. Oliver patted his mother's hand. "Mr. Granger has offered to treat us for lunch." He explained. Luella Wood looked confused. "Why? Who is Mr. Granger?"
Oliver started to reply, but Mr. Granger cut him off. "I," he said. "Am Mr. Geoffrey Granger. I believe I knocked you down and this lunch is my apology."
Luella Wood stared at Geoffrey Granger with blank eyes. Mr. Granger smiled and offered his arm. Instantly, Luella Wood's eyes lit up and she flashed a toothy grin. "I believe I'm Luella Wood." She said, taking his arm.
Hermione and Oliver gasped in unison. They both saw sparks flying between their parents. "Oliver?" Hermione said, tugging his coat.
"Yeah?"
"Is this going to be an odd day?"
"Oh yeah. Very odd. Very odd indeed."
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Hope you liked that first chapter! I'm so afraid that you won't . . .*sniff* REVIEW . . .if you'd like to. =)
REAL DISCLAIMER: I don't CLAIM to own any of the HARRY POTTER characters in DIS story. (Get it? DIS? CLAIMER? Disclaimer? HAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I'll shut up now)
========= STORY TIME! =========
+
It was the end of another school year and Hermione was eager to get home.
Hermione was rushing. "Dad! Hurry up!" she called over her shoulder. Mr. Granger gasped for breath as he tried to keep up with his 13 year old. "Hermione, wait up!" Hermione didn't hear him for she was too far ahead. Mr. Granger panted as he dodged people, jumped over luggage and evaded signs. He saw Hermione just a few feet from him when ---
BAM!!!
Hermione heard the sound of two people colliding. She rushed over and gasped. It was her father, sprawled on the floor next to a light brown haired lady. Her dad groaned. "Daddy!" Hermione jumped to her father's side and helped him up. "Ooh . . ." her dad groaned, rubbing his head. "Herm--- Hermione? Is that you? W—what happened? Ouch." Hermione hugged her father. "You crashed into someone, dad. Are you hurt?" But her father didn't hear her last words. "Oh my goodness! I crashed into someone?" he looked to his left and saw the woman. People gathered around them.
"Oh my!" Mr. Granger rushed to the woman and helped her up. "What on earth h-happened?" she muttered. "I am so sorry. I was in a bit of a rush that I didn't see you." The woman fell back onto the ground. Mr. Granger struggled to get her to sit up. She was a beautiful woman, in her late 40's with light brown hair and pretty green eyes. She was rather plump, and her cheeks were red. Mr. Granger thought it was cute.
Just then, another person ran to the woman. "Mother! Are you hurt?" It was a boy.
But not just *any* boy. Hermione knew that Scottish accent. She glanced up.
Oliver Wood was crouching over the woman who appeared to be his mother, fanning her with his hand. "Mother! Can you hear me?"
Mr. Granger looked at Oliver. "Is she your mother? Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You see I was—"
"Ollie?" the woman grabbed his hand. "W—what happened? Where are we?" Hermione noticed that she had the accent as well. (Duh)
"Mother! Thank goodness, oh mother. This gent," Oliver gestured to Mr. Granger. "Crashed into you." His mother rolled her head to one side and looked at Mr. Granger with weary eyes.
"He's a very handsome man, there." She said. Oliver looked surprised. So did Mr. Granger. Clearly, no one had noticed Hermione.
"Ahem," she spoke up. "My father is very sorry. Is there anything we could do?" Oliver looked at her for the first time since this crazy accident.
He frowned in concentration. "Herm—Hermione? Hermione Granger? Harry and Ron's friend?"
She nodded. "Again, We," she pointed to her father and herself. "Are very sorry. Is there anything we can do?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything at all?" Mr. Granger said frantically. Mrs. Wood still looked glassy-eyed and dazed. Oliver shrugged.
"Uh, I don't know actually," Oliver said. Just then, his mother sat up. (With the help of her son and Mr. Granger)
"Ollie, I think it's about time we had breakfast. . ."
"Lunch, mother. Lunch." He corrected her, pulling her to her feet.
"We'll treat you!" Mr. Granger said quickly. Hermione arched a brow. "We will?"
"Yes, dear." He turned to Oliver. "It's the least we can do." Oliver considered the offer. "Uh, okay. Thanks." Mr. Granger helped Oliver bring his mother into their car waiting for them outside the station.
"Is it alright if we have lunch in muggle London?" he asked Oliver. Oliver shrugged. "Sure."
Mr. Granger settled his mother in the front seat while Hermione and Oliver sat at the back.
"Uh, so, what was your name again, boy?" Mr. Granger asked, looking at Oliver through the rearview mirror.
"Oliver. Wood."
"Ah. And you know my daughter, Hermione?"
"A little." Oliver glanced at Hermione. She was staring out the car window. "I often see her with Harry and Ron in quidditch practices but that's about all."
"And what do you do in quidditch?" Mr. Granger asked, trying to make small conversation.
"I am the—" then Oliver caught himself. "I *was* the captain and keeper of the Gryffindor team."
"Was? What happened?" Mr. Granger asked, making a left turn.
"I graduated." Oliver said simply. Hermione turned to look at Oliver. He sat uncomfortably.
"Have you ever ridden a car before?" Hermione asked. Oliver looked at her. "Uh, no. Just brooms." He said.
"Well, I've never ridden a broom well." Hermione gave him a small smile. He smiled back.
"What's your mother's name? She's awfully pretty." Hermione asked. "Her name is Luella." He answered.
"Luella! What a musical name!" Mr. Granger piped up. Oliver grinned uncomfortably and Hermione giggled. After a few turns, Mr. Granger parked the car . "This is my favorite restaurant. It's Japanese."
Oliver's eyes lit up. "Japanese? I love their cuisine. So does my mom." Hermione's eyebrows rose. "You've eaten Japanese food before?" she asked. Oliver nodded. "Mother likes exotic food. One time, she took me here—muggle London—and we ate Japanese in a small restaurant."
"Was it this one?"
"No. This one is large compared to the one we ate in." They entered and sat down. Luella Wood, Oliver's mother was steady now.
"Oliver dear, where are we?" she asked, taking her son's arm. Oliver patted his mother's hand. "Mr. Granger has offered to treat us for lunch." He explained. Luella Wood looked confused. "Why? Who is Mr. Granger?"
Oliver started to reply, but Mr. Granger cut him off. "I," he said. "Am Mr. Geoffrey Granger. I believe I knocked you down and this lunch is my apology."
Luella Wood stared at Geoffrey Granger with blank eyes. Mr. Granger smiled and offered his arm. Instantly, Luella Wood's eyes lit up and she flashed a toothy grin. "I believe I'm Luella Wood." She said, taking his arm.
Hermione and Oliver gasped in unison. They both saw sparks flying between their parents. "Oliver?" Hermione said, tugging his coat.
"Yeah?"
"Is this going to be an odd day?"
"Oh yeah. Very odd. Very odd indeed."
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Hope you liked that first chapter! I'm so afraid that you won't . . .*sniff* REVIEW . . .if you'd like to. =)