Together [HP]

On the eve of Christmas, although the holiday was not very peaceful, Molly decided to ask everyone to tidy up the house together.In the afternoon, Hermione, who was supposed to go skiing with her parents, also appeared in the Order of the Phoenix.

"Hermione! Hermione? Granger!" Around midnight, a face suddenly appeared in the fireplace that had not been used except for lighting a fire. Her yell disturbed Black's mother, and she started again. Screamed there.

"Hermione!" The man in the fireplace raised his voice, as if trying to drown out Black's mother's voice, which was so distorted that it was impossible to tell who she was. "Hermione's here! This!!" she shouted at the top of her voice.

Everyone in the room came to life, Black and Lupine first ran to cover the portrait of Black's mother, Molly hurried down, wearing her pajamas, and other Weasley children also slowly surrounded "Who are you?" Molly held her wand, protecting Harry and her baby behind her like a hen protecting her chicks. "how do you……"

"I'm looking for Hermione." At this time, Black drew up the curtain, and the noisy shouts finally disappeared behind the curtain, and the sound from the stove also quieted down.

"Are you..." Molly still wanted to ask. At this time, Hermione and Ginny finally came down from the second floor. They wore long sleeves over their pajamas. As soon as Hermione saw the person in the fireplace, Looking very surprised, he walked over cautiously.

"Jacqueline!" Hermione knelt down and asked, "Is that you?"

"It's me." Jacqueline nodded, and then fell silent.Blake nodded to Molly that it was all right, and Molly waved to her children.

"All right, all go back to sleep. Harry, Ron, you two stay with Hermione. She can't stay here alone."

"Oh, my God." Hermione jumped up suddenly, looked at her pajamas, and rushed upstairs, "I'm going to change, I can't see people like this."

"What is she talking about?" Ron knelt in front of the fireplace. "She came to say goodbye to me before going to bed, and just now, so what are we, ghosts?"

Harry shrugged, thinking it would be better not to answer Ron's question.

"Hello, Jacqueline." Harry turned to look at Jacqueline, "How was your Christmas?"

"Very good." Jacqueline said breathlessly, it seemed that she had run a long way before using the fireplace, "Weasley, I heard about your father, I'm sorry."

"Thank you." Ron yawned. "What's wrong with you waking us up so late?"

"I'm here for Hermione," said Jacqueline, nodding emphatically.

"Then you can't send an owl." Ron was a little dissatisfied.

"It's a shame I didn't think of that," Jacqueline snapped back.

Soon, Hermione came back. She changed into a clean set of clothes and seemed to have light makeup on.

"Hi, Jacqueline." She walked slowly to the fireplace again, straightened her clothes and hair, and squatted down, "What can you do for me?"

"You look beautiful." Jacqueline said over there, and then felt that there was something wrong with her words, "I'm not saying you weren't good-looking just now, I mean you are beautiful now, very beautiful, no, it should be more beautiful gone."

"Thank you." Hermione bit her lower lip and smiled, "You too."

Ron rolled his eyes at the distorted face in the fireplace that was almost invisible.

They just looked at each other without saying a word.

Until a voice came from Jacqueline.

"Merlin, Jacqueline!" Pete shouted over there, "You dug me out of bed in the middle of the night, so you just wanted to say nothing!"

Then Sean explained something in a low voice.

"Oh, so our little Jacqueline is in love," Pete snorted, "Okay, okay." He put the key of the bar on the counter, and walked upstairs, shouting Said, "Remember to lock the door when you go out."

Jacqueline knelt on the ground, blushing like a Guan Gong.She glared at Pete viciously. He must have done it on purpose, Jacqueline thought, for revenge.

"Jacqueline." Hermione's trembling voice came from there, "You, are you trying to tell me that you have a boyfriend?"

"He was joking." Jacqueline had to bite the bullet and said, "Actually," she coughed, "we have a party." She pursed her lips and looked at Hermione nervously. "Christmas, at noon that day, we have a party." She swallowed, "One, very, very small, only a few people are invited, of course, because of the circumstances. Usually there are many people."

She struggled for words, she didn't want Hermione to think this was a very private party, although, it was, and it wasn't really a party.But, Merlin, what on earth was she supposed to say to make Hermione think it was just an invitation, not a date!

Oh Merlin, how on earth do guys invite girls, Hogwarts should have a class like that!Or maybe she should have read the book Pansy gave her before asking.Yes, she should have done so, and she should be fully prepared to ask again.

However, she didn't see that, every time she said a word, Hermione was smirking and nodding her head.

"I just want to ask if you would like to come. Of course, this is not a formal invitation, not a date, but an invitation between ordinary friends." Jacqueline thought for a while, and decided to drag Pansy, "I also asked Pansy, but she is not available." Jacqueline clenched her fists, "Of course if you don't want to, or you prefer to be with Potter and Weasley..."

"I am willing!" The moment Jacqueline finished speaking, Hermione knew her answer, and she almost couldn't wait to say, "Very willing!"

"That's wonderful." Jacqueline breathed a sigh of relief. "It's not a particularly formal party, but you'd better bring your dress. If you don't have one, I can lend you mine if you want."

"I have one more in my backpack." Hermione nodded quickly, "Just in case."

"That's good, that's good." Jacqueline nodded like a fool, "Let me think, well, Christmas, at noon that day, you should be able to come through the fireplace. No, no." She suddenly panicked Standing up, "Mom sealed up all the fireplaces in the castle. Although you can come to this fireplace, it is still a long way from home, and you don't know how to go." She scratched her head, and her face began to bleed. sweat. "Merlin, how do you come here?"

"Is the broomstick okay?" Hermione also had beads of sweat on her nose.

"No, you don't know the address, and there probably isn't any public transportation to come here." Jacqueline tugged at her hair irritably, "Let me think, let me think."

"Can you use a Portkey?" Harry suggested aside.

"Just like Dumbledore did," Ron added. "I can't believe you didn't think of that."

"That's right, that's right." Jacqueline clapped her hands happily, "That's great, yes, that's right, I can mail you a portkey. No," Jacqueline frowned again, "But I don't know your address."

"That's right," Hermione frowned and looked at Ron dissatisfiedly. "How does she know the address here? It's kept secret!"

"She already knows the location of this fireplace." Ron puffed his mouth, as if this was a common question, "How could she not know our address!"

"That's what I asked my godfather to ask Professor Dumbledore for." Jacqueline retorted dissatisfiedly, and then she patted her forehead, "Yes, I can ask Dumbledore to send a letter with the address here. Here comes the envelope. That's it!" Jacqueline stood up, "I'll go back and ask Haig to send you the portkey, I believe it won't be too late, it will arrive tomorrow at the most." She said and nodded, " So, good night, Hermione. Get a good night's sleep. Oh, and Potter and Weasley," Jacqueline said, disappearing in front of the fireplace.

"Thank goodness she knows we're here," said Ron.

"She invited me to her house." Hermione stood up from the fireplace, covering her mouth, unable to tell whether she wanted to cry or laugh.

"It's a good thing, isn't it?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"But I don't have any clothes to wear." Hermione wailed. "I don't have clothes for this occasion. I haven't even been to such an occasion. Her family will definitely hate me. I shouldn't have said yes, I had to tell her I couldn't go."

"What are you talking about?" Ron said puzzled, "Her father shook hands with you, and how much Professor Graham likes you."

"But it's different." Hermione shook her head dejectedly. "They're Jacqueline's parents now."

"Does it make a difference?" Ron continued. "But," he said, "if you're really worried, you can ask your mother tomorrow morning, she'll know everything."

"That's right." Harry looked at Hermione's worried expression and nodded, "Aunt Molly knows everything."

"I hope so!" Hermione still seemed a little uncertain, she shook her head and walked back upstairs, "God, I should have brought a few more sets of clothes, I didn't bring anything, I didn't prepare anything. I shouldn't have promised her."

"Seriously," Ron leaned on the fireplace, watching Hermione's disappearing back, "are these two really our first and second graders? How did we get defeated by them?"

Harry shrugged, the answer to that question seemed obvious to him.

Jacqueline was about to run as fast as she could back to the castle, yes, back.If Sean hadn't stopped her, she might really be running around like a headless bee.

"She agreed to my invitation." Jacqueline buried her head in the one-person-high teddy bear on her bed, sobbing softly, "She agreed."

She lifted the bear up and looked into its glass black eyes. "She said yes." She hugged the bear tightly in her arms and rested her head on the bear's shoulder. "She really said yes."

Haig stood on her window sill, screaming dissatisfied.

"It's nice to be young." Sean said after bringing Jacqueline back to the castle, hammering his legs and walking towards his room, "If I were ten years younger, I would probably be like you."

"I can't believe it!" Jacqueline sat up in bed, covering her mouth and looking at Haig, "You know, I just invited Hermione Granger to our house for Christmas lunch." She whispered Nostrils twitched wildly, "I'm so stupid, how can I be so impulsive, my mother will definitely get angry at me, she may even kick Hermione out. People outside the family are never invited to Christmas lunch."

Haig opened his eyes and glared at Jacqueline, flapping his wings.

"Oh, that's right." Jacqueline nodded at it, "Yes, I said I would send her the door key." Jacqueline jumped out of bed and began to search on her desk. "The port key must be something ordinary." She said as she picked up a gold Galleon, and then put it down immediately, "No, you can't use this." She said, "She will think I'm showing off."

She rested her chin on her right hand and looked back at her desk. "Maybe a quill. No, no." She shook her head. "A quill, Jacqueline? This is her first time here, can't So undignified."

"What else?" Her hand anxiously swept over the items on the table one by one, "teapot, teacup, book, notebook, stuffed candy, chocolate bar, pocket watch, money bag... Oh, Merlin is here "Jacqueline slumped down on the bed, covering her face with her hands, "I don't have anything suitable as a portkey, and she won't come."

Haig glanced at her and flew straight out of the window.

"Okay, okay." Jacqueline took a deep breath. "You can do it, Jacqueline. You can do it," she said to herself. Grab one."

So she did, "Oh," she opened her eyes, and it was a gold Galleon, "then," she put the Galleon back, "do it again, forget it or leave it." She grabbed it and put it on the The magic wand on the bedside table said to Jin Gallon in a broken jar, "Mentos."

There was a faint blue light around the Galleon, trembling slightly.Jacqueline wrapped it carefully in a piece of parchment, and carried it with trepidation to the Owl Tower, where Haig was dozing off on its shelf.Jacqueline put the parchment into the envelope with the address of the Order of the Phoenix, and gently stroked Haig's feathers.

"You must deliver it to Hermione yourself, it's Hermione Granger, the Hermione from Hogwarts fifth grade." Jacqueline said, "Be careful, don't be beaten Come down, or get lost, you know the way, right. If you get hungry, or thirsty, remember to find some place that looks safe to drink water or eat nuts. Or I'll bring you some ?” Jacqueline nodded towards herself as she spoke, and lowered her head to find some food for Haig. Haig yelled, and brush flew out of the window.

"I should have chosen that quill." Jacqueline didn't know why her heart was suddenly empty, she covered her face against the wall with some sadness, and slid to the floor, "I'm such a fool, it's okay now, She's definitely not coming, she must think I'm showing off."