A Whole Load of Trash
Ch1. Peachy
One middle aged woman, who looked to be in her late forties, stood leaning against a door frame a small smile on her face as she watched the scene before her. It was a simple room; simple forest green walls, courtesy of Dean Thomas, two windows white ocean blue curtains, that showed the views of muggle London from the girl's apartment; one wall was a giant walk in wardrobe all thanks to one Mrs Weasley nee Delacour; though muggles would just see one very crammed 'wall closet'; proudly hung above the bed was a Gryfindor banner, the bed covered in deep blue sheets, had the headboard against the wall, on the right side was a night stand and a light, on the left a book shelf, courtesy of one Hermione Granger; the wall opposite the windows was covered by several still photo's all framed, below which lay a wonderful chest thanks to the crafty work of Goblins, which hid several memorabilia which lay close to the girls heart. The girl now lay on the bed, on her side facing the woman, her usual big bright emerald eyes shut, her messy black hair lay everywhere, her lightning bolt scar, only just visible, a too big green jumper and for once jeans that fit, covered her frail, but lithe form; you can not see it, but the girl could hack a good punch- just ask Draco Malfoy, and finally one arm protectively holding one little boy, whom the girl cherished above anything or anyone else, was pressed up against the girls chest. The boy, whose hair for once was its natural brown colour, was named Theodore (Teddy) Remus Lupin, and the young girl was the boy's godmother Harley (Harri) James Potter. The woman being the boy's grandmother, Andromeda, who really didn't want to wake the two, but it already was late for Teddy. She walked over, and put a hand on the girls shoulder and shook it "Harri", whispering softly she tried again "Harri dear". At first signs of alertness she stepped back, the girl was known for abruptness- she once blasted Ron Weasley across the room after he shocked her awake. One bleary green eye opened "oh, hello Dro", was the muffled response upon noticing the woman in the room.
"Thank-you, for doing this"
"It's no problem, he is after all my godson" Harri replied as she sat up and pulled the still sleeping boy once again toward her chest. She then got up and put Teddy into the waiting arms of the older witch. "It was no trouble and I love the little bugger". Harri, then went and messed up the boys hair a little more. Then with a 'crack', Teddy and Andromeda were gone. Harri smiled and stretched out the kinks in her back. She loved the bugger, and spoilt the brat too, but she couldn't help herself. Not only was, he her godson and an orphan, like her he was a child of a Marauder and that meant everything. In all seriousness. Hmm, if Andromeda was back, then Coco must be free. She did just bake a fresh apple pie... and it is not that late... grinning like a mad woman, she took of her jumper, grabbed her favourite trench coat, boxed the pie and put it into a pocket, she then grabbed some floo powder and threw it into the fire and stepped in.
Draco Malfoy, after his aunts visit, was strolling through his mothers lavish gardens, deep in thought
"Coco"
He stilled, there was only one person that called him that ridiculas name, or was brave enough to say it to his face. He turned around slowly, bracing himself. And, sure enough, he was assaulted by a messy black mop of hair. He with the second figure, went flying backwards. Looking down at him, peeking through the mess of hair were big emerald eyes and a small button nose.
"Potter"
"Coco"
She once again flung himself at him.
"Potter, could you get of me"
She didn't move. Stubbornly staying on top of him, a small frown forming across her features, her eyes boring into his.
"Harri" she bit out forcefully.
He rolled his eyes, but complied anyways.
"Harrri, could you get of me"
Just like that, no matter how emotionless the words were said, her demeanour changed her eyes sparkling, and her lips formed a smile. She rolled of him and pulled him up. The second he was up however, her lithe arms were wrapped around him and squeezing the life out of him. That was another thing only Harri Potter would do, treat him like a cuddly toy. He was used to it now, two years of being squished upon sight and every second after, he now just simply hugged her back. That is what drew him to her. He remembered their first meeting at Madam Malkins. When she didn't recognise him, he wrongly thought muggle born. When he bragged about sneaking in a broom into the school, she simple stared back as if she could actually see past his façade and actually see him. However, being the boy he was he was angered at her uncaring view of him, instead of being grateful that someone looked beyond the facade. Upon learning, that the same girl from Malkins was The Girl-Who-Lived, well he set aside his anger and decided he would befriend her. When she shot him down, the anger returned, he was Draco Abarax Malfoy, for crying out loud! He decided to hate her. However, subconsciously, he started to enjoy their bouts. Word for word, punch for punch, spell for spell, she challenged him on everything, classes, Quiditch, magic power, spell craftsmanship, combat, heck even etiquette and the graceful art of dance- it was in her blood after all, head to head, toe to toe, everywhere and everything, she challenged him, kept him on his toes. Always surprised him and did something totally unexpected, she slowly and gradually pulled him out of his comfortable bubble. Now, however, she still matched him and drove him mad, but there was no hate between them. After, she had spectacularly and foolishly, very much the brave Gryfindor, stood up in-front the (wizard court) and stared dead straight at one Kingsley Shacklebolt (the new elected minister) and defended his and his parents honour. One, miss Harley James Potter, standing her ground, staring down an entire wizard court arguing her case, power rolling of her, her face hardened, her eyes blazing fierce, he understood that was a glimpse of the woman that defeated the thing that called himself a dark lord.
Thanks to her, his father only got one year in Azkaban and life in community service. His mother, got life in community service and he only got two years in community service considering he was a death eater for two years. For a reason beyond him, she knew that he would not be able to leave the orphaned kids once his two years were up. It was also entertaining to see her boss around one Lucius Malfoy. She had wormed and wriggled her way into the hearts of his family and he loved her, she was her sister, his lovable firefly and he would fight a mother Horntail, without a wand, for her. Plus, Narcissa and her had formed a strong bond, something which to him seemed to have formed over night, and he did not want to disappoint his mother.
He looked down at the creature cracking his rib cage and gave her a one armed hug.
"So, what brings you here at this time of night"
The death grip loosens; she straitens up, but doesn't move from his one armed embrace and looks him straight into the eyes.
"pie"
Was her simple reply.
That was all she needed to say. They both knew her cooking, especially pie, was a weakness of his, Blaize used to tease him mercifully for it, then she shoved a piece down his throat. Another weakness, were her puppy dog eyes, if he were still alive Sirius, would be beaten to death for teaching her that one, on the bright side Blaize was not given the chance to say anything, because the second he opened his mouth- she turned on him. After that night, they never said anything about her friends being her lap dogs. Honestly, there must be some written law or spell somewhere that prevents people from defying the big doe eyes of one Miss Harley Potter!
The two of them walked silently through the grand halls of the Malfoy Estate towards one of the smaller tea rooms. The two of them shared a chair, Harri, half on him, half on the chair, Harri, then un-shrunk the pie box and he called a house elf to get some cutlery and some tea. Once the cutlery and tea came, she leant down and cut a particularly large slice of pie onto a plate and hovered the plate to a comfortable eating level, then she plopped her legs over his and leaned into him and the two of them began to eat. The two of them, talked, ate pie, and drank tea, well into the night.
The next morning, Harri woke up to the feel of cool silk sheets covering her form, and if she were to hazard a guess she'd say they were dark green. She wiggled her way out of the sheets and crawled out of the larger than necessary bed and walked into the on suite dressing room and grabbed her coat, which was hanging next to her clothes, which were washed and folded on the dressing table. She then walked through the silent estate to the main breakfast room and asked for some tea. She had always been an early riser, mainly due to the Dursleys' and her adventures at Hogwarts, it sort of became necessary, but now she simply enjoyed the quietness and simplicity of it. Promptly at 7.00, the three Malfoys', Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco strode into the room impeccably dressed and as they sat breakfast appeared in front of them. A round of mornings echoed around the room, well mainly just in the direction of Harri.
"sleep well, dear" Narcissa asked her.
"why yes, thankyou, yourself?" she smiled back at the older woman.
"yes very pleasant, your not going to eat anything?" she questioned.
Harri, shook her head "No, I'm going to have brunch with Ron and Hermione latter, but thank-you for asking" Hermione, had found this wonderful cafe in muggle London, which was a family run business called 'The Tea Room', which focuses on organic tea, so you have this deep aroma of tea whenever you went there and it smelt lovely and they had such delightful scones! Every once in a while the trio, would go there and have brunch- just to catch up, due to their busy schedules it was hard to do so. Even though Ron and Hermione now live together in a small cottage, they are both extremely hectic and it was nice to relax and just be in each-others presence. After drinking her tea, she smiled at the older woman, "thank you, for your hospitality, but I need to get going"
"your welcome, dear"
She then turned to Draco and Lucius who were discussing the morning paper "Co- thank-you for your company and Lucius- sir you had a good day"
In response the two gentlemen nodded their heads in her direction and went back to the paper. She got up and bowed slightly in respect to Narcissa and walked out of the breakfast room. She then grabbed her clothes from the dressing room and flood back to her apartment.
In her shower she thought back to when Ron and Hermione smooched right in the middle of battle- granted that fighting wasn't going on around them, but still... all, the same it was good that they finaly realised that they loved eachother. Though it would be even better if the bickering would decrease, just the slightest of bits. However, now as a couple they tend to bicker even more. for example, instead of just bickering about Ron's lack of feelings or etiquite, they would bicker about; sleeping habits, time to get ready, punctuality, a persons reading choice, who was supposed to buy the milk, stained t-shirts, future kids, comunication problems, etc Though some-how, by the end of the day they could be seen siting together talking both smiling and happy all issues resolved. She had no clue how it worked, but it did. Ron and Hermione, were her best friends and she loved them dearly and clearly they were happy and that was all that mattered. However, sometimes, Harri couldn't help but feel a slightly envious of them and what they had. Someone that loved her unconditionally and that would always be there for her no matter what.
Harri, shook her head to get rid of depressing thoughts, she was going to meet Ron and Hermione at The Tea House , and have a marvilous time, no stray thoughts about the lacking of her love life. Stepping out of the shower, she dried her self the muggle way, put on some jeans and a tee-shirt and grabbed her trench, hair still dripping she aparated to the nearest aparation point of The Tea Room. She quickly dried her hair using magic, and walked down to meet Hermione and Ron. It was a nice day she thought, as she walked the short distance to the cafe, she enjoyed the slight breeze that made her hair even worse- she had long long ago given up on trying- Hermione and her had tried to give it some sort of semblance right before the Yule ball in fourth year, but nothing seemed to work, so they gave it up as hopeless.
Ron and Hermione for once, were not arguing, but simply talking, on an outside table. Upon seeing her Ron got up to hug her "Harri, mate! How are you?" enthusiastic as always. "Ronald" Hermione scolded, before she too got up to hug Harri "Its good to see you Harri"
"You too Mione", she hugged her back and took the free seat.
"So, have you already orded?"
"yup, just orded mate"
"good, so how are things, is anyone pregnant?" she enquired wiggling her eyebrows at the couple, enjoying the redding of Ron's ears' and the pink tinge of Hermione's cheeks. "Harri!"
"What?" she put her hands up in defense "It was just a question!"
"Well if you must know, Hermione here..."
"Ron!" came two exclamations from both Hermione and Harri, Hermione's cheeks were much redder now and she look as though she wanted to bash her head on the table infront of her. Harri, on the other hand had her hands' on her ears "eeewwww!, I do not want to hear about you and Hermione having Sex!". this was said in a very exagerated manner and alot louder then intended, so the last comment was heard by several patrons in the cafe and caused several turned heads. At which point in time the tea and scones were being served, and not to mention the minni triangle sandwiches which Ron just loved. The amount of food also caused heaads to turn, because they head enough scones and minni sandwiches to feen about ten boys not two girls and one boy. However, ignoring the stares, we thanked the waiter, grabbed an extra table for the food and poored the tea.
"So in all honesty any goss?"