Post by Elienp on Nov 17, 2011 10:18:40 GMT -8
Title: A mother's love
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 229
Summary: Mrs Granger is ready to do anything to protect her daughter's heart.
Mrs Granger sighed. Her daughter had fallen asleep on her books again. It wasn't surprising but she feared Hermione might get sick because of exhaustion.
She sighed again, yet a loving smile stretched her lips as she walked to her daughter's desk. She was glad to have her daughter home even if she kept her nose stuck to her books.
She laughed when she saw what Hermione was reading. She knew how much her daughter loved her red-haired friend, and now had a tangible proof of that love for, in spite of the many times she had heard Hermione swear that sport was ridiculously dangerous and that she'd never read anything which was related to it, Quidditch Through the Ages was definitely laying open on her desk.
Mrs Granger lightly shook her head then switched off the light. Her little princess was in love, so much as to forget her own words, her own fears and convictions – wasn't she used to saying it was the stupidest sport she had ever heard of?- to please her loved one.
She slightly brushed Hermione's hair. She hoped this boy was worthy of her yet, if he ever broke Hermione's heart, Mrs Granger wouldn't hesitate to ride a broom in order to catch him and show him a piece of her mind for she, contrary to her daughter, wasn't afraid of heights.
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 229
Summary: Mrs Granger is ready to do anything to protect her daughter's heart.
Mrs Granger sighed. Her daughter had fallen asleep on her books again. It wasn't surprising but she feared Hermione might get sick because of exhaustion.
She sighed again, yet a loving smile stretched her lips as she walked to her daughter's desk. She was glad to have her daughter home even if she kept her nose stuck to her books.
She laughed when she saw what Hermione was reading. She knew how much her daughter loved her red-haired friend, and now had a tangible proof of that love for, in spite of the many times she had heard Hermione swear that sport was ridiculously dangerous and that she'd never read anything which was related to it, Quidditch Through the Ages was definitely laying open on her desk.
Mrs Granger lightly shook her head then switched off the light. Her little princess was in love, so much as to forget her own words, her own fears and convictions – wasn't she used to saying it was the stupidest sport she had ever heard of?- to please her loved one.
She slightly brushed Hermione's hair. She hoped this boy was worthy of her yet, if he ever broke Hermione's heart, Mrs Granger wouldn't hesitate to ride a broom in order to catch him and show him a piece of her mind for she, contrary to her daughter, wasn't afraid of heights.
