He Saved Her

Hermione Granger was trying her best to not to wear a hole into her bedroom floor. Crookshanks, her large, orange half-Kneazle was following her pacing with his bright yellow eyes.

"Hermione darling, if you'd like to stop pacing and join your father and myself downstairs, we might be able to avoid having to call the contractor again."

Hermione paused in her pacing and looked towards her bedroom door, where her mother was standing with an amused expression on her face.

"This isn't a joke mum!" Hermione exclaimed. "He's going to be here today and I'm nervous."

Her mother stepped into her room, taking Hermione's arm and gently guiding her over so they were both sitting on the bed. "What, exactly, are you nervous about?"

"Everything! What if you guys don't like him? What if dad scares him off? What if he's woken up in the last three weeks and realized her doesn't really like me?"

Mrs. Granger chuckled. "I highly doubt we aren't going to like him. You've always had unnaturally good judgment, darling. Your father may glare at him a moment or two, but your lad does have that whole magic thing going for him. And he's sent you a letter every day since you've gotten home! It's obvious that he adores you, Hermione. That's not going to change anytime soon, I promise."

"Really?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Really. Now, budge up and get ready. I'll put the kettle on for some tea." She stood up and kissed her daughter's forehead before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her as she did.


"What's taking her so long up there?"

"Honestly Simon, calm down. This is her boyfriend that's coming over, not any old friend. They haven't seen each other in nearly a month; of course she wants to look attractive."

Mr. Granger frowned at his wife, not quite willing to accept the fact that his daughter had a boy coming over to the house. "She's too young," he said suddenly, dropping his newspaper on kitchen table forcefully.

"She's nearly sixteen years old. That argument is no longer valid."

"That's it, I'm mad at you."

His wife only laughed, not seeming at all surprised by his response. "You say that now, but wait until –"

"Do I look alright?"

Mr. and Mrs. Granger both turned towards the doorway to see Hermione standing there in a simple yellow sundress. Nothing fancy, but it was flattering on the brunette.

"You look beautiful, Hermione," her mother said. Her father was silent until Mrs. Granger nudged him. Then he merely grunted out a response.

"Thanks," Hermione giggled. "I wonder when he'll –"

A swooping noise followed by a loud grunt sounding from the sitting room interrupted Hermione, and her face lit up.

"That must be him!" She glanced at her parents. "Wait here. I don't need daddy scaring him away before he's even stepped inside."

Before her parents could argue, she pushed through the kitchen door and into the Granger sitting room.

Fred was standing in front of the fireplace, covered in soot and wearing clothes that had her bursting into laughing.

"What in Merlin's name are you wearing?" she asked, walking over to her boyfriend and trying to knock off as much of the soot as possible without getting any on her dress.

Fred flushed slightly. "Well, I wanted to impress your parents, so I borrowed some of Percy's Muggle clothes…"

"Well you look absolutely ridiculous," Hermione told him, trying not to laugh at him as she took in his bow tie and suspenders. "Let's see if we can make you look a little more like yourself."

She moved quickly, taking off the bowtie and suspenders, un-tucking the button up shirt he was wearing, and undoing to top few button. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and ruffled his hair a bit, before kissing him softly. "Much better."

"Thanks Mi," Fred said, grinning widely. "Have I told you that you look absolutely smashing yet?"

Hermione felt the blood rush to her cheeks, making her face warm. "Thanks," she said softly, tugging self-consciously on the hem of the sundress. "Come on, my parents are waiting in the kitchen."

Hermione took Fred's hand and led him through the swinging door into the kitchen, where her parents were sitting quite stoically at the table.

"Mum, dad, this is Fred Weasley. My boyfriend."

Mrs. Granger jumped up from her seat immediately to engulf Fred in a hug. "It's so nice to meet you," she practically squealed.

"Mum, I think you're suffocating him," Hermione said, a light warning tone in her voice. Finally, her mother let Fred go.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Granger," Fred gasped, catching his breath.

"Thank you so much for almost killing him," Hermione quipped, grinning at her mother.

The older woman didn't seem to hear her daughter. She was looking at her husband. "Simon?"

He nodded at her, then at Fred, and Hermione took that to mean no one was going to get killed

"I'll be right back," she said, rolling her eyes. "I just want to grab my trunk."

She hurried up the stairs, her sandals slapping loudly on the wood, not wanting to leave those three alone for too long.

As quickly as she could, Hermione grabbed her truck and the cat carrier, jostling it far too much for Crookshanks' liking. He meowed loudly, and Hermione muttered an apology to her cat.

She rushed back down to the kitchen, her trunk banging on the stairs. She was completely surprised to find her father laughing with Fred, her mother chuckling herself as she cleaned up the tea cups from breakfast.

"What – what's going on here?" she asked, trying to remain composed.

No one answered her, everyone still wrapped up in whatever joke Fred had told him. "Fine, don't tell me. Fred, don't you think we should be leaving?"

He nodded, grinning widely, obviously proud of himself. Hermione said one last goodbye to her parents, then she and Fred locked fingers and walked into the sitting room.

"What did you say to them?" she asked the moment they were out of earshot.

Fred shrugged, looking just as confused as Hermione felt "I'm not sure. Some Muggle thing my dad mentioned once."

Hermione giggled, grabbing a pinch a Floo powder from the pot on the fire place mantle. She was about to step into the fire place when Fred grabbed her wrist, pulling her back over to him and into a kiss.

When they broke apart, Fred grinned. "I missed you," he told her quietly.

Hermione smiled up at him. "Missed you, too."

At long last, the first chapter of He Saved Her. I hope you guys liked it, and that it lived up to your expectations. Leave me a review with your thoughts, and if there's anything you really want to see in this one, let me know!

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