The discussion moved on swiftly; the talk about the potion postponed until later, when the two Granger women could talk alone. They asked about Hermione's classes and how she thought she had done on her end of year tests. The two of them had found it odd that the Headmaster had canceled the end of year tests; they knew that some of them were rather important, the magical equivalent of O and A levels, so surely they couldn't just be canceled? Hermione thought that the people sitting their O. and their N.E. would have to do them over the summer., but agreed it sounded like a lot of hassle.
The dinner continued for a while longer; the three of them just enjoying being back together as a family, if only for the summer holidays.
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Hermione had just finished getting ready for bed and was about to go brush her teeth (she may have skipped the odd day here and there while she was at Hogwarts but she knew that she wouldn't get away with that at home) when her mum came in to her room, surprisingly carrying two large bowls of what looked to be chocolate caramel-swirl ice-cream. "Got time for a girly chat?" Hermione eyed the bowls of her own personal ice-cream nirvana suspiciously, her mother didn't usually indulge in such unhealthy treats, "I think I could maybe find some time".
The two of them sat cross-legged on Hermione's bed, each holding a bowl but the older of the two still holding on to the spoons, "So...fun questions first. It's boyfriend Harry now, not best friend Harry. what's the story there?" Her mum asked, grinning as she handed over Hermione's spoon. A smile came over Hermione's face as she remembered that happy moment, "it was in the hospital wing after Christmas. Ron and I had had a falling out over his legendary lack of tact. So at that point, it was only Harry coming to see me regularly. Lav and Pav popped in occasionally but Harry was there every day right up until curfew. Classes had started back up and Harry was helping me keep on top of everything, since I was unable to make it to classes."
Hermione stopped talking for a bit to sample the ice-cream and gave a slight moan of pleasure. "Then Madam Pomfrey asked me to make a decision on something. She asked if I wanted to keep the cat eyes or change them back to normal. I chose to change them back; dad always said my eyes are like grandad's so I wanted to keep them. Anyway, to change them back I needed to take a potion every morning for six days. That was fine as I was already taking a lot of potions, so what was one more? Only...this one had a noticeable side effect.
While my eyes were changing my vision was blurry. I could see well enough to know if someone was there, or to walk to the bathroom and back, but I couldn't read, which you know would've been a problem for me. I was a little upset about that particular thing, and then Harry turns up about an hour later. It was a Saturday. And, he was with some of my favorite books. I told him that I couldn't read them because my eyes where being fixed, and that he may as well take them away. He looked at me for a few seconds and I couldn't see the look on his face, but I just know he had that smirk of his on his face, then he just sat down in the chair next to me and pulled out my copy of 'The Hobbit' and started reading it out loud to me."
Hermione paused to take another mouthful of ice-cream and her mother jumped in, "So let me get this straight; you were stuck without your books for a week and Harry just started reading them to you", Hermione nodded slowly, her mouth still full of ice-cream,"Oh god, the poor boy is doomed. Only you would find love through reading, kitten." Hermione giggled, then continued on after swallowing her bite, "well after about five hours in that chair I realized Harry had to be uncomfortable...so", she paused for a second wondering how her mother would take it, "I-I moved him up onto the bed with me." Seeing her mother beginning to smirk, she powered on with her tale;
"Before you say anything , the beds are adult-sized so the two of us fit quite comfortably. He came back every day to keep reading the books to me. Unlike some of the others I showed my muggle books, he was completely fine with them. I guess it was cause he grew up a muggle like me. We were two-thirds of the way through 'Return of the King' before I was able to see normally again, but Harry hates to leave a job unfinished, and he kept reading to me till he finished.
Over the six days, I wasn't used to things being a bit different from my accident. Apparently, the cat hair I used in the potion came from an adult cat, well, Kneazle. Which is a type of magical cat which is why I couldn't be changed back all the way. The Kneazle magic, portion magic and my magic all got mixed up in a knot and won't come undone", She took a deep breath, "And I am so glad it was a girl cat, that could have lead to problems I don't even want to think about." Her mother's face went a little green as she thought of the possibilities. At this point, Hermione began blushing profusely, "But anyway...as the cat was an adult, it...well...I guess you could say I'm more 'interested' in boys than I normally should be..." Hermione was burning so hot by now that she was surprised she hadn't melted the ice-cream in her lap.