Part Two: the 'You better Ask Mione' three piece.
Heads up:
I know they see each other in the goblet of fire because of the world cup and the Tri-Wizard Tournament when Bill went with Mrs. Weasley for the last challenge and so on and so forth.
Bill has NO Romantic relationship with Fleur! They are Acquaintances and co-workers!
Sirius does not die because I really wanted him in this part because I knew he would make it all the more fun.
This Part of the story is set for before: The Half-blood prince.
Hermione's house is not look like it does in the movies or book in my story.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter Rights, I don't own the names Kili (Kini) or Fili, nor do I technically own Jack or Dorothy because they are me great grandparents, but I think I can claim Eris.
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You better ask Mione
2/3- Out the Window
"Are you sure this is the place? ... It feels so odd. The smallest of the group commented as he looked at the large front garden from behind of the garden fence.
"This is the place, I smell her" The Oldest of the group smirked as he opened up the garden gate and made his way to the door, the others trailing behind.
*knock knock*
"Hmmmm Hm Hm Hmmmm mm" Mrs Granger hummed quietly to herself at the kitchen worktop as she rolled out the pastry for the rhubarb pie.
*knock Knock* The quiet but noticeable rasp of knuckles on the doors wood brought her out of her pleasant musings. Wiping her hands, she made her way to the front door of her quaint, terraced bricked home.
Opening the door Dorothy Granger took in the Seven Gentlemen that stood before her.
"Um, may I help you gentlemen?"
"This is the Granger residence ... Isn't it?" One of the seven –Whom seemed to be the eldest of the group but yet still quite fit looking in Dorothy's opinion- that stood in front of her asked.
"Yes, bu-" Dorothy was cut off by her only Daughter abruptly rushing past her.
"Sirius, Remus!" Mrs Granger eyed each of the men who were standing on her family's front doorstep kissing and hugging her daughter in an uncle-like manner.
Hermione eventually untangled herself from the two smiling men that had adopted her as a daughter of sorts, pulled herself back to stand next to her Mother. Mr. Granger or Jack had heard all the commotion from the small living room and came to see what all the noise was. As Remus looked up he caught sight of a man walking down the hall.
"We do not want or need any Kleeneze catalogues, we are not highly religious so please don't try to preach to use, in fact you can forget the next two houses down the street but you could try house's 20-24 they ..."
"Daddy, stop" Hermione placed a comfortably hand on her Father's arm.
"These are Gentlemen I know from the wizarding world, In fact Remus here was my Teacher back in third year and Sirius is Harry's Godfather, you remember Harry right Daddy?" Jack's poster relaxed visibly as a wry smile graced his features.
"Why didn't you say sooner Hermione, Come in come in." Jack ushered everybody into the living room as Dorothy busied herself with making tea.
"Why are you here? Not that I'm not happy to see you of course but Hogwarts doesn't start for another three and a half weeks"
Hermione watched the seven men look at each other and at different points around the room, well anywhere but at her in fact. George, Bill, and Sirius were sandwiched between each other on the sofa, Remus sat in a teal-floral chair passed down from Dorothy's mother.
"So what are you all doing here? Hogwarts doesn't start for another three and a half weeks." Hermione's eager voice sounded as she was sandwiched in between George and Sirius on the green fabric couch, Fred, Remus and Dorothy were sat on the love sofa with Ricky leaning against the door frame, Remus stood from the chair as he nodded at his Cub to explain. Bill, standing near the fireplace, cleared his throat loudly but unnecessary for everyone to hear him.
"We're here to pick you up, Hermione. See w-" Bill paused as he twisted the small piece of metal around, his fang toothed earring sat between his thumb, pointer, and middle fingers. In fact, he didn't know quite how to word the news, how to come out with it.
A loud tumble came from the hallway and as he turned his head he just caught sight of, a young girl, probably only a year Hermione's junior if that, came hopping funnily into the room on one untied, converse-clad foot, the other converse in one hand. Of course the inevitable happened as she tumbled -not so gracefully mined- into a snickering Ricky before she fell flat on her bottom.
"Ya, a'right there, lass?" Ricky leaned over to help her up, but she waved him off as she pulled her legs closer to fix her shoes correctly onto her feet.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, um… I'm sorry. I don't have any idea who you are." As Eris stumbled through her sentence, she smiled meekly at the muscular Blond not noticing the rest of the room.
"Ricky" The Irish man smiled and again extended his hand for the petite Blond to take which this time she took and pulled herself up to her full height.
"Nice to meet you Ricky, Your name is an early German name that became common in England (Frederick) and France (Frederic). The meaning is peaceful ruler." The long haired blond blushed, as she rambled, but the much taller blond just flashed her, a toothy smile.
"Here Eris, I'd like you to meet everyone. Well you've now met Ricky, this here is George and Sirius, and on that chair there is Remus, and on the couch with mum is Fred, George's twin and then last is Bill." Hermione pointed to each as the red head, blonde, or brunette in response, waved.
"Bill, Aye." The blonde said slyly, a mischief expression masking her face as she smirked at Hermione with added eye brow wiggling.
All the men in the room exchanged odd looks as they didn't quite understand what the two young ladies in the room where currently saying with their eyes, and odd facial expressions.
Something caught George's eye.
"Oi, Freddie! Check the Blondie's shirt!" George laughed as he re-read the text.
Everyone stopped to look at the youngest occupants' shirt:
Save a Broom; Ride a Beater.
The blonde blushed, and fiddled with a Brown string that hung from her tank-top that was hidden under her navy blue hoodie-like shirt.
Looking down she looked at what she adorned for the day:
-Favourite Brown tank top under her sweatshirt like blue shirt. Check.
-Dark Blue, worn, boot cut jeans that had a few tears here and there form when she would trip over something; Accompanied by a thick brown braided belt. Check and Check.
-Jewellery: a small dragon necklace, and a bronze, rap around, dragon ring. Check, check.
-Then her shoes. Jeez did she feel comfortable.
"Where in Merlin's beard did you get that?" Sirius asked the young one as she blushed, from all the attention thrown her way.
"Um, Mione got it for me, a couple of years ago… I really find the game of Quidditich fascinating, the way a player moves and the skill each position requires. It must be cool, to fly.-Oh! I didn't see the time! Sorry everyone I got to be off, Kini (Kin-nee) and Fili (Phil-ee) are goin to have my head and hide, Bye!"
"Don't forget to be back before 6! You're not missing our Weekly dance night! Again…" With a nod toward her mum, Eris bolted out the door.
"Who are Kini and Fili?" the always curious Bill asked.
"Hawkin and Philip Lingington are Eris' two best friends, their twins, look the same, talk the same, but are two very separate blokes. -So gents, are you goin to be joining us this evening? You're more than welcome to stay for the night or however long you need" Jack Granger is a kind soul, with a kick back style. He loved people in his home.
"Thank you Jack, but that won't be necessary. You see we have to leave, important matters and such. We wouldn't want to be a hassle anyways." Remus explained, aloofly.
"Oh, don't be silly Hermione hasn't even packed yet, and a hassle my Grandpoppy's right sock! Besides Eris would have head and hide if she was dragged out tonight and Hermione wasn't dragged along likewise." Dorothy's words were final. A stare down was given to each man, younger or older, finalizing the event, with challenging eyes.
"Alright lads, looks as if where staying the night."
"Thanks for noting the obvious, Sirius"
"It's my pleasure, laddie" Sirius smirked cheekily at the blond.
"So what is this I hear about dancing?"
"Now you've done it Charlie, now you've done it!" Hermione exclaimed, exasperated as she looked towards her mother's excited face ready for the on-going family tradition.
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"So…how do I look?" Hermione gave a spin to show off her dress -Hermione and Eris had found in one of their grandmother's old school day trunks in the loft- now she spun, to show it off to her little sister.
"Marvellous! How 'bout me" copying her sister, Eris gave a twirl.
"Magnificent!" yanking her hair back in a loose bun, Hermione groaned.
"Grrr! This hair! I might as well hack all the darn stuff off!" Chuckling Eris approached her sister.
"Now, now. Don't get your knickers in a twist, girl. Let's not getting out scissor-happy-hands, in front of our brain, shall we."
"Puny. Ever the smart mouth, aren't we Eris?" Hermione rolled her eyes but still kept her eyes on her baby sister.
"Always. It's part of the charm" as Eris sent her sister a sassy wink through the mirror, a knock was heard from the door.
"Girls, you ready?"
"Yeah, Pops. Just finishing Mione's Maine" throwing the reply over her shoulder, Eris Stuck the last pin into her sister's now pristine hairdo.
Everyone was ready, dressed to the nines. The Weekly Dance the Grangers attended was a tradition. Mr. Granger's parents had started when they had taken him to one as a kid, and now he took his family to the old time club.
The Club: Jazz Angles, was an old-time club ran by Kipp Morrison, an old timer from the states. He and His wife, Nancy, were jazz lovers, who wanted to dip England into their American culture. Eris worked there from time to time as a busser, when she wasn't at school.
The Grangers –now magically stretched, to fit everybody- car slowed down against the curb in front of the club, coming to a stop. Hopping out, Eris led the group into the club.
Entering, Nancy Morrison greeted the large group with a large smile and hugs to all. And I do mean all, she hugged every last one of the new comers. Pointing to her husband who was bar tending, she asked Eris if she'd help bus for a while since their Busser for the night, Claiton, was running late.
With a happy nod, Eris bounced over to the bar area, entering behind, she grabbed a stained apron, tying it around her neck and waist, and began to buss with ease.
"Ever the hard worker, she is." Mrs. Moore smiled at Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
"Ok, everybody, let's go do what we came here to do. Dance!" Sirius smiled as he grabbed the hand of a, shocked, petite, raven haired lass that sat with a few other women near the entrance, leading her to the dance floor.
By the end of the night Hermione had at least danced once with six out of the seven guys that came with her and her family, she danced with her father many more times than she expected as Seven wizards twirled her mum around the floor, well at least Five of the Seven, Fred and George's 'dance' was more along the lines of throwing her mother around the dance floor as onlookers laughed. She danced once with Claiton, as he and Eris swapped for his brake. She had to admit, he was a creepy bloke. He was. how do you put it? Touché. And then Bill, the Seventh of the Seven wizards, her current dancing partner- who had complemented her on numerous occasions of her exquisite beauty-held her captive for around four different dances, and nine different songs; as she was hopping that she wasn't moving for a while, or till the end of the event. She wasn't picky.
Likewise, her sister danced with all the older wizards, smiling and laughing with each, she danced with Ricky for four songs and was going to continue dancing, till Claiton swoops right in and asked to cut in, yet when Ricky said no, Claiton being the type of guy never to take no as an answer. Grabbing Eris' hand and basically forced her to dance with him. Eris, never to take a fight lying down without out a laugh, stepped on his toes thirteen times, kicked his shines around four, and let's not forgets the nice slap in the face he received when he tried to twirl her. In conclusion, The Granger family and Guests had a grand ol' time, and Claiton had manage to crawl away with only a puffy eye and slight limp.
"Well, mates I don't know about yawl but I'm whacked" The Dragon keeper dramatically fell the floor and hugged a pillow
"Charlie I do believe you spent way too much time with Kipp this evening, your starting to talk like him" Receiving a well-aimed pillow to the face, Ricky stopped laughing.
"G' night Charlie, sleep well."
"Thank you. Remus." Charlie nodded at his older friend as he snuggled deeper into the homemade quilt that Mrs. Granger's Grandmother had made, and she had given to the men to use for the night.
Grabbing their own sleeping equipment, the rest of the brood found themselves suitable places amongst the Granger family sitting room. After they were nice and snuggly they laughed, swapped stories of the night, or as others would call it engaged in manly-gossip, and were mercilessly teased for dancing with certain young woman and keeping her hostage for the last three to two hours of the events –resulting in a nice blush covering the cheeks of the eldest Weasley son-, laughed and poked about blonds and big headed bussers and stealing…
"The mick had the bloody guts to just take her away, not even ask the lass if she wanted to! Aye, what has 'ta world come to if a lad can't even dance with a lass of own free will!" the Irishman whined to his friends who returned his looks of self-pity, with mischievous grins, and smirks of all kinds.
"What?"
"Kiki, you're almost as heels over head as Bill, Mate. Just as blind though, and obtuse" Sirius chuckled as he used the nickname he had so wittily created.
"Yeah, yeah, 'ight"
"night" was the response he received was a jumbled one with covers wrestling and body's moving, along with boards and pillows moving under body's, and then. Silence.
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Hermione Granger woke up after a dream about, a young woman singing to a man about soft kitties and purring. Shaking her head Hermione laughed, till her laugh turned abruptly into a tremulous cough. Grabbing the glass of water by her night stand Hermione gulped the water down in one go, setting the water down, tucking back into her spread, she realized she had the sudden urge to use the loo. Damn her weak bladder,
Clambering out of bed, she crept out her door, tiptoed passed both her sister and parents' room's without a sound.
As Hermione crept into the sitting room, after descending the steps, as she tried to tip-toe around the sleeping lumps of her adopted family splayed out in awkward positions across her living room, blankets thrown off bodies, pillows over heads, feet on pillows, and the sights continues. Hermione laughed lightly to herself, as she ninja-ed around the dead-asleep bodies, Hermione made it to the bathroom. After exiting the loo, she ventured to the kitchen.
Upon opening the door Hermione found both her parents sitting at their family's small round dining table, drinking coffee.
"Mum, dad, what are you doing up? It's late why aren't you in bed?"
"Your father and I had to make a late run to the office for an emergency. Ms. Mavric's dentures somehow got stuck together, and she had trouble breathing." Dorothy explained as she sipped on her small mug of brown liquid, her eyes barely staying open despite the caffeine in her system.
"The question is what are you doing up? And in that sort of dress! What do you think are doing leaving your room in such clothing! There is a room of young blokes you just travelled through! Any of them could have awoken and seen you!"
During Jack Granger's little lecture, Hermione looked down upon herself, to find she was in fact, in an awful state of undress. She adorned a yellow sports bra under, skimpy purple tank top, with a pair of brown boy-short type underwear. Blushing, she apologetically looked up to meet her father's gaze.
"I'll just head back to my room then." Hermione turned to leave, but her father's voice stopped her.
"Oh, I think not, missy. You are certainly not going back out there!"
"Then how do you suppose I get back to bed? Sleep on the table so the guys can find me in the morning, in this state!"
"You'll just have to climb."
"Up the stairs. Brilliant father why didn't I think of that one?" by now Hermione's tone was laced with sarcasm.
"You didn't because that is not what I meant. I meant through the window. Then maybe you'll think twice before leaving your room in such a fashion when we have Gentlemen stay over for the evening."
Grumbling Hermione slipped out the kitchen window, onto the wrap around porch, stepping over loose and squeaky boards as she rushed down the porch, she made it to the railing she hiked a leg onto the windowsill and found her balance on the railing, grabbing the her mother's rose-trellised wall, pulled herself up, and started to climb. As she got onto the little slanted roof that were in front of Eris and her own windows, She began to slowly crawl across -in fear of falling- Hermione slipped back into her room grumbling to herself at how utterly embarrassed she was, to fall onto her bed, and back into her peaceful dream:
Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little ball of fur.
Happy Kitty, Sleepy Kitty, Purr, Purr, Purr.
(Eris' outfit: /you_better_ask_mione/set?Id=73674638
Hermione and Eris' outfits: /weekly_dance_night/set?Id=76850430&lid=2407687 )
Definitions:
1-Mick: a derogatory term for an Irish person. –from Ted Pack
2-Heels over Head: a pop/rock song by 'Boys like Girls'
3-Ninja-ed: to move ninja like (pass-tense)
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