#hugo granger weasley

Hermione’s emotional spectrum ✨

By@traveler022010

884 Words, G Rated

Just a short fic from Rose’s POV on getting ready for Hogwarts.

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Her eyes fluttered open.

The clock on the nightstand next to her blinked, 3:37… 3:38.

She sighed and tossed to the other side of the bed. The moonlight streamed through her bedroom window.  She spied her family owl in a nearby tree, probably conducting his nightly hunt. He suddenly swooped down, and out of Rose’s view.

Her mind started to race: owl… quills… parchment… assignments… books… teachers… Hogwarts…

She sighed again and turned to stare up at her ceiling, where her mum placed plastic glow-in-the-dark stars to create constellations. Despite her dad growing up in a very non-Muggle house, the Granger-Weasley household leaned more to Hermione’s Muggle side. There weren’t enchanted irons or knitting needles.  That even meant that Ron needed to take the Muggle driving test. Hermione wanted to show her children that both the Wizarding and the Muggle worlds could co-exist; that both were equal.

Rose looked at the constellations. “Orion,” she whispered. “Cassiopeia.”

A squeak in the floorboard outside her door startled her and she suddenly turned towards the sound.

It was silent again.

She let out the breath that she apparently was holding in. She shook her head, as if to clear her mind.

Why am I so nervous? she thought to herself.

She was finally going to Hogwarts. This had been her dream ever since she could remember. Some of her first memories were of others talking about the Battle of Hogwarts and her parents, her aunt, and uncle. How brave they were. How they were heroes. Even now, after so many years, a random witch or wizard would come up to her parents and shake their hands, giving their deep appreciation.

How can I live up to that? 

She turned and looked at her clock. 3:45.

She sat up and picked up a pencil and pad of paper from the nightstand. She looked at the pencil, and chuckled softly. She recalled when her mum gave her the box of pencils, pens, and markers two years ago.

“You’ll be using quills at Hogwarts but here in the Muggle world, these are what you need.” Hermione picked up the pencil. “The sharp end is what you write with; the rubber end is how you erase what you wrote.”

Ron walked in the room with Hugo sitting on his shoulders. “Your granddad was fascinated with all of that. Remember that quill pen we had for the guest book at our wedding? He took it apart halfway through the reception.”

Hermione smiled. “And then George bought an entire set in different colors for your dad’s birthday.”

“Mum couldn’t visit Bill, Fleur and the kids quick enough.” Ron chuckled. “Just so dad could ramble about those damn things all by himself.”

Hugo loudly yelled out “Damn!” which made Hermione give Ron a look to which he grinned, sheepishly.

Rose giggled both back then and in her darkened room as she recalled Hugo’s first curse word. I’m going to miss that little squirt. She and Hugo said their goodbyes the day before as he was visiting Grandma and Grandpa Granger for the weekend to give her parents some much needed alone time.

The clock finally hit 4:00.

Putting the pencil to the notepad, Rose started to write out “How to Succeed…” then she erased it quickly.

She started again “Ten ways to…”

Erase.

“Making sure…”

Erase.

She tapped the pad with the end of the pencil. Her eyes glanced around the room. In the dark, she could still make out her signed Holyhead Harpies poster, the overflowing bookcase, a box of tricks from Weaselys’ Wizard Wheezes, her truck packed for the upcoming journey… her eyes stopped at the family portrait on the wall next to her window.  There was no movement as it was a Muggle photo. Everyone was still, just like they were when the photo was taken. Rose had specifically asked for the photo like that.

Taken a year ago, she and Hugo sat on the center of their couch with their parents flanked on either side of them. Her mother’s hair still seemed wild yet put-together. Her father had subconsciously covered his arms, blocking view to his scars. Hugo gave a toothless grin as his two front teeth had fallen out the day before. And then there was Rose. She had styled her hair the same way as her mother. Her clothes were the same colour as well. Even how she sat up on the couch. Just like Hermione.

While still looking at the photo, she wrote something on the notepad.

“What My Parents Did At Hogwarts”

She looked down and continued her list. Remembering all the details on how her parents met. And how they met Harry. And what to do at Sorting. And which classes Hermione took each year. And how Ron tried out for Quidditch.

This was her checklist. She was going to accomplish everything her parents did and more.

She yawned, and then glanced at her clock. 4:19

She put the notepad and pencil back on the nightstand and settled back into bed. Maybe I could get some sleep now.

She turned over and looked out the window again. “And at least I won’t have to worry about dark magic and Voldemort like they did…” She chuckled as she closed her eyes. 

Rose: If you took a shot everytime you did something stupid, how drunk would you be?

Victoire: Possibly a bit…

Teddy: *spits out drink* Come on Vic, you’d be sober.

Victoire: Ahh, ba-

Louis:*gags*

Hugo: A little tipsy.

Molly: I certainly wouldn’t be able to drive.

Lucy: Past my ‘emotional drunk’ stage and nearing ‘runaway pickpocket’.

Molly: Wait, you’ve had alcohol before?

Lucy:…

Lily: Pretty sure I’d be dancing on tables.

Fred: Remember that time I sprained my wrist in a makeshift Quidditch match at 3am?

Roxanne: *high fives Fred* That was sick.

Fred, Roxanne, Louis: About that level.

Fred, Roxanne, Louis:JINX!

Fred, Roxanne, Louis: Double ji-

Dominique: Merlin’s Beard, blackout drunk at least.

James: Totally wasted.

Albus:Dead.

Victoire:…

Teddy:…

Louis:…

Hugo:…

Molly:…

Lucy:…

Lily:…

Fred:…

Roxanne:…

Dominique:…

James:…

Scorpius: Haha, same. *fist bumps Albus*

Rose: I read earlier that 1 in 10 people identify as LGBT+.

Hugo: Well, since there are 12 of us Weasley grandchildren, that would mean at least one of us is gay?

Lucy: I guess so.

James: Huh, I wonder who it will be?

Fred: Maybe’s it’s just Dominique - some past stats only say 1 in 20.

Dominique: That’s more down to stigma around it - those stats also don’t count young people, and since young people are increasingly more open, it looks like the number of LGBT+ people is increasing.

Louis: And she wonders why she’s the president of the GSA.

Dominique: I’ve told you about fifty times now, we renamed it ‘SAGA’ so it’s more inclusive.

Louis: Like the fact that we’re wizards and witches has nothing to do with it?

Lucy: Well, I like the new name, Dominique.

Molly: *pensively* Lily hangs out with that Ravenclaw girl an awful lot.

Lucy:Who?

Rose: -Daisy? That’s her cous-

Molly: I know! I meant Estelle, the Ravenclaw Seeker.

Louis: Bloody good one for her age too! We were in drills the other day and she caught the Snitch by grasping it with her feet! I could never catch that well, being a Beater is so much easie-

Fred: *changing the subject* I mean, we can’t assume anything - they’re only second years, and they could just be really good friends for all we know.

Rose: Yeah, they probably bond over Quidditch and Gobstones - nothing hot and heavy happening there.

Roxanne: Even so, Lily’s always been a bit of a tomboy, she’s never expressed any interest in dating boys before; just saying that I wouldn’t be shocked if she were the gay one.

Scorpius: Personally, I hope it’s Albus.

Dominique:…

Molly:…

Lucy:…

James:…

Louis:…

Roxanne:…

Fred:…

Rose:…

Scorpius: He’s cute.

Hugo: Well, I guess we already know who ‘the gay Malfoy’ is then.