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A Change of Scenery
Hermione opened one of the boxes and called down the stairs, "Fleur!" She moved the box over to the wall closest to the bathroom and started to put away clothes from a different box. A few seconds later, she heard Fleur climbing the stairs and walking down the hallway.
"What iz it, 'ermione?" she asked as she entered the room.
"I found another box of hair products," Hermione grinned at her. "I think that brings the count to three. And you still haven't answered my question: why in the world do you need this much hair product?"
"Ze weather disagrees wiz my 'air," Fleur smiled, pulling the box into the bathroom. She began sorting through all of the different bottles and putting them in the bathroom cupboards.
"By the way," Hermione said. "I really like the painting in the living room. You did a good job."
"Merci! 'ave you checked ze mail today?"
"Not yet, but I'm sure Gabrielle is fine. She's probably having the time of her life."
"I know," Fleur nodded. "I just wish she would write more often."
"She's off exploring Spain with her friends," Hermione reasoned. "Would you write?"
"Yes. Every day," Fleur huffed, crossing her arms.
"Tell you what," Hermione giggled. "Help me unpack a few more boxes and we'll go to the post office."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Ha!" Fleur cried triumphantly two hours later. "I knew she would write."
"What's it say?" Hermione asked as she made two sandwiches.
"She says she iz well. She iz studying 'er Spanish wiz two ozzer students from Paris, and zey went to see Madrid's Quidditch team play last weekend."
"Yeah? How'd she like it?"
"She loved it. She says she wants to play for zem and she iz not coming 'ome in August."
"Sure she's not," Hermione smirked. "She misses you. And she'd never leave Beauxbatons…"
"You never know wiz Gabrielle," Fleur laughed. "She iz, 'ow you say? Free spirit?"
"What else did we get?"
"Your book came in." Fleur handed it to her. "Zat's all. Are you still wanting to take ze trip at ze end of ze month?"
"Of course! Everyone wants to see us, and I've been missing London a bit."
"Good, zen I will message one of ze inns and make our reservations after lunch."
Hermione brought their mozzarella, tomato, pesto sandwiches to the table and summoned two bottles of sparkling water. After eating in silence for a few minutes, Hermione looked up at her girlfriend.
"When we're there…would you go with me to my parents'?"
"Of course, but why?"
"I left Crookshanks there." She smiled at Fleur's quizzical look. "My cat, remember? I've been debating how to get him, but I figured since we're going…"
"Of course I will go wiz you, mon amour," Fleur smiled. "Come, we 'ave to finish unpacking."
"Are you sure you want to do zis?" Fleur asked.
"I'm sure," Hermione said nervously.
The two girls walked up to the small house and rang the bell. After a few moments, a man with Hermione's eyes answered the door. He looked at them for a moment before saying "What do you want?"
"Hi Dad," Hermione said. "I was…er…visiting and wanted to get Crookshanks."
"I'll bring him out."
"Can't we come in? I'd like to see Mum as well."
"No. You stay out here. I'll bring your cat."
With that he shut the door in their faces. As they listened to his steps fade away, Hermione took a few deep breaths. If she was going to cry, she was going to do it later when he wouldn't see it. After about five minutes, Mr. Granger came back with Crookshanks tucked away in his traveling case. Handing him over to Hermione, the man said, "Don't come back here again."
"Dad—" Hermione began.
Mr. Granger closed the door on the two witches. Without a word, Hermione turned and walked down the steps. Fleur gave her a kiss and wrapped an arm around her as they walked back to the small wizards' coffee house a few blocks away.
"I don't want to talk about it," Hermione said quietly.
"Oui. Do not fret, it will be all right."
"I know," Hermione nodded. She snuggled closer to Fleur as they made their way back to the coffee shop.
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