So, a new story. It's a part of a larger crossover I'm planning and had decided to publish this piece later on since it's way ahead in the whole story but I just couldn't resist. ENJOY!
Chapter 1:
Dear Harry,
I received your letter yesterday and decided not to reply since the thought of contacting me entered your little head after three frigging months of no word! But then I thought that you'll probably keep bugging me and somehow find a way to make up.
So yeah. I'm as fine as can be with Kingsley hounding me for the reports for what happened in Forks and me refusing him time and again. The others are also fine. We found out who Lavender was 'secretly dating'. Turns out he was a douchebag, left her moping. I think Ron and Ginny are planning revenge while Draco and I distract her. Talking of him, I think the ferret has found someone finally, he was talking about her yesterday, wants us all to meet her. Theo and Emily are still back in America, though Theo refused Draco's restaurant job. He was pissed for a long time.
And thanks for letting me crash at Grimmauld but it's no fun, really. It's really lonely without you and Em and however hard Kreacher tries, old habits die hard. So anyway, I've decided to move out. Finalised a nice place yesterday on Baker's Street. The woman, Mrs Hudson, sounded a lot like Mrs. Weasley so I thought it'd fit perfectly. I still have to see the place once. Actually, I'm set up in half an hour.
Let's hope the two others who I'm supposed to share with aren't clean freaks. Stay out of trouble and if there's an emergency, you'll have to call me, Grimmauld will be empty and I don't know I'll be able to get a Floo set up in the new place.
Again, try to stay out of trouble.
Love,
Mia
Hermione quickly stamped the end with her ring (which had the initials HG in frolic cursive), her old family heirloom. She then folded up the parchment and thrust it into her bag. Grabbing her coat and scarf, she hurriedly made her way out of Grimmauld Place and once out, locked the door with her wand.
Hermione walked swiftly towards the busier street of the next block, and hailed a taxi for Baker Street as the door of No. 12 disappeared from view.
It would have been much easier really, Hermione thought, if the git could learn to work with a little bit of technology for once. It was getting frustrating for her to get a new mobile phone for Harry every few months and if not her, then Draco was constantly complaining about it. And this time, she couldn't even talk to him via the Floo for at least a couple of weeks.
"Here, Miss." The driver said, pulling up in front of 221 Baker Street, which was next to a cafe called Speedy's. She got out of the car, and handing the change to the cabby, walked up the few steps to the door, and knocked twice on the wooden door.
There were a few thumps from inside and a few moments later, an old woman opened the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Hudson? Hermione Granger, we talked yesterday." Hermione said, thrusting her hand out and the woman looked surprised for a few beats, before smiling softly and shaking her hand.
"Ah yes, my dear. Come on in, come on in." She said easily and ushered her inside, closing the door behind her.
"It's upstairs, the room, dearie, and the boys are also home. You'll get the chance to meet them too. Really sweet, both of them." The woman said, chuckling softly, talking the way upstairs, Hermione following closely.
She knocked once and then opened the door and slipped inside. Hermione's first impression of the room was of Grimmauld Place's living room, only a little bit lighter and with additional soft music playing in the back ground. Hermione felt immediately at ease.
A collection of all kinds of weird items littered the room: a severed hand which looked suspiciously like the Hand of Glory, there were a few fingers poking out from under the sofa and three gelatinous substances at different locations all over the room. All in all, the room looked like an illegal apothecary. Added with an extra of papers and clothes and a laptop, along with a gun poking out from a chair.
"Boys, I think I asked you to clean up." Mrs. Hudson said disapprovingly and Hermione finally noticed the two other men in the room.
One was blonde and shortish with a kind face but hard eyes. He was clean shaven and looked on edge.
The second man's face was not in view because he was the one playing the soft music, with a violin, and was standing at the window with his back turned.
"I did try Mrs. Hudson, I swear I did but you know how he is." The blond man said exasperatedly, closing the book he had been reading.
"Oh sorry. Didn't see you there." He said, taking note of Hermione's presence and immediately stood up from the couch he had been sitting on. "I'm John Watson." He said, offering his hand.
The man carried himself exactly like an experienced army man and his hands were calloused too. Definitely a soldier, Hermione thought, shaking his hand, "Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you."
Looking over at the tall man by the window, Watson sighed. "That's my friend Sh-"
"I think I am very much capable of introducing myself, thank you, John." The other man interrupted in a drawling voice, finally putting down his instrument and facing the others in the room.
He looked like his face had been chiselled from marble, that alone would explain the high cheekbones and complexion, Hermione decided.
"You're not here with a case, are you?" was the man's greeting and Hermione faced a bout of confusion.
"I'm sorry? What case?" Hermione replied, depositing her bag on a nearby table. The dark haired man's eyes followed this movement and Hermione looked at the blond man, seeking some clue that this was normal.
The man called John gaped for a few seconds at her instead, and then at Sherlock's highly bored expression. "She doesn't know who you are." He exclaimed gleefully.
"Should I?" Hermione shot back with a raised eyebrow.
Mrs. Hudson gave a short scoff. "She's here for the room boys. Your new flatmate, Sherlock. Better behave. Tea dear?" she asked Hermione, who smiled an affirmative.
As Mrs. Hudson shuffled out the door and down the stairs, Hermione started looking around the room, when John offered to show it to her.
"Sorry about him. That's as social as he gets." He said conversationally.
"Oh it's alright. I don't mind." Hermione responded with a smile as she looked at the fridge which had a large note saying 'ONLY EDIBLE ITEMS SHERLOCK'.
"You don't? That'll probably be your best bet." John chuckled nervously. "I'm an ex-army doctor but I mostly help Sherlock with his cases. He's a consulting detective." The man added after a minute.
"I work with the British Government. Hush-hush department, you won't know about it." Hermione replied flippantly, almost unthinkingly.
She felt John stiffen but resume his shuffling after a moment, but the music from the other side of the room stopped completely.
"Which hush-hush department Ms. Granger?" asked the man called Sherlock, without turning from his position.
"It's hush-hush for a reason Mr. Sherlock." Hermione replied easily, pretending that they were discussing the weather instead of the highly compromising topic of her job.
There was a pregnant pause which Hermione pretended to ignore and then exclaimed before she could help herself- "Are those frog eyes?!"
John pointed towards Sherlock, who turned suddenly, already shouting the warning, "Don't touch-"
"With bare hands. They should always be touched with needles or something because direct human touch makes them decompose fast. I know." She said, chuckling slightly while examining the eyes.
Her chuckles turned to barely stifled laughter when she noticed the look on Sherlock's face. He was undeniably surprised.
"You never told me." John said disbelievingly, looking accusingly at Sherlock, a hint of hurt in his voice.
"I knew you'd never touch them with a ten foot pole, let alone your hands." Sherlock said easily and then proceeded to do some corrections in his notes, facing outward again.
"Ah, a severed head too." Hermione exclaimed upon examining the refrigerator, and was that approval in her own voice?
"I like this place." she announced finally, with a satisfied look on her face, back in the living room.
"Oh." John said intelligently, looking pointedly at the mess around the room, Sherlock, and then the girl.
"Not too messy for your tastes?" he asked at last, a pathetic attempt at finding something normal to say.
"Of course not, John. Hermione likes my experiments." Sherlock said, without turning back, still sounding bored.
"Exactly. I love the mess, it helps me to think. In fact, I think I might be adding to it." Hermione replied happily.
She thought she heard John groan quietly, "I'm not destined to live with a normal person."
Mrs. Hudson came in with the tea at that moment and Hermione enjoyed chatting with the old woman, who did, after all, remind her of Mrs. Weasley.
And the flat, she decided, was perfect for her.
So, how was it? Good? Bad? Normal? I know it's nothing different but I am going to develop it more in the later chapters. Have it all planned out.
This IS multi-chaptered and can't say much about the update schedule but I do know that reviews egg me on.
How WAS it?