Chapter 2
Hermione and Fred landed in the arrival room, in America. Holding his hand tightly, Hermione and Fred walked to the check in. Before grabbing a hand full of floo and disappearing to the wizarding hotel, just on the outskirts of Tree Hill. They checked in, and Hermione was instantly swarmed by fans. Witches and Wizards thanked her for her efforts in the war. They wanted autographs, and pictures, and to shake her hand. She should have known better that Wizarding America wouldn’t be any different to Wizarding Britain when dealing with celebrities. Fred immediately rushed her upstairs to their room. They flopped onto the bed, curling into each other and sighing as they settled in for a couple hours. They planned to walk around Tree Hill, to connect what Hermione had read in the book to the real thing.
Hermione and Fred gripped hands as they walked down main street of Tree Hill. The streetlights, the people walking around town. Fred grinned as he pointed to a cute cafe up ahead. “Let’s get you a coffee, Mine.” She laughed as he dragged her inside. Only for Hermione to freeze at the woman behind the counter. There she was, Brooke Davis.
“That’s her.” She whispered to Fred.
Fred nodded, gently pulling her to a table, and kissing her knuckles. Only for the woman in question to walk over.
”What can I get to today?”
“Mocha Late.” Hermione replied, a little breathlessly.
”Black Tea please.” Fred ordered with a smile.
Brooke smiled, before heading back behind the counter. The two observed her, as she moved, how she spoke and interacted with others. Then she was beaming at the door, as a man and two little boys wandered inside.
“There are my Baker Men.” Brooke said, moving around the counter to scoop the two boys into her arms and kiss the man on the cheek. “I thought I would see you at home, Julian.”
Hermione now had a visual of her father and brothers. Her eyes began to water, as she turned her gaze to lock onto Fred’s. He saw the unasked question, nodding softly. They slowly stood, Fred wrapping an arm around her shoulders, before leaving. Fred took note of the cafe hours, knowing Hermione would want to come back later to talk to Brooke. It was then that they ran into someone.
”oh! I’m so sorry!”
”watch were your going!”
“Oi! Watch it.”
Hermione and Fred looked up, and locked eyes with Hermione biological grandmother, Victoria Davis. Only for Victoria to stare wide eyed at her, recognition flashing through her eyes.
”What is your name?” Victoria asked.
”Hermione Granger.”
”Fred Weasley.”
“How did you find out?”
Hermione immediately straightened, arms crossing in front of her as she met Victorias steely question.
”I’m not an idiot. There are some personality traits that are genetic, the ones that normally are, I don’t have from the people that raised me.”
”who is he?”
”My fiancé.”
”Hermione, who is she?” Fred asked, staring narrowed eyed at the older woman.
”Fred, meet Victoria Davis, my maternal grandmother.”
”So you are as pissy as some of the gossip rags say you are.” Fred teased with a steel edge to it.
Victoria’s eyes narrowed. “I see you take after your mother when it comes to falling in love.”
”I’ll take that as a compliment, from what I’ve seen.”
”Does she know that you’re here?”
”No, but I will be introducing myself soon enough.” Hermione replied.
”The last picture I saw of you, you must have been twelve. What happened to make you all skin and bones?”
“Been keeping tabs on me have you?”
”Lets just say family is important to me.”
Hermione nodded her head. “Don’t say anything yet. I want to have this conversation my way.”
Victoria nodded, before walking around them. Fred wrapped his arms tightly around Hermione.
”Mine?”
”I’m ok, Freddie.”