Slothminion: (stares at e-mails) that is so many reviews and only in one day! Seven reviews in one day! Holy sugar filled coconut batman! Well, I was planning on posting the chapter a week from now, I just feel like putting it up now for the many reviewer out there. Oh, and I would like to thank merlyn2 for pointing out my grammer errors and the time period errors. Thank you, this is my first time-period fusion so it helps for me to know the difference I made.
Oh, and as for pairings, that's my secret.
Warning: OOC Peter Pevensie and bad name calling.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowlings and WB own Harry Potter and C.S. Lewis owns The Chronicles of Narnia. Since I am not Rowlings or C.S. Lewis, that means I do not own these two series.
What happened after the brief meeting between Peter and Hermione was utter chaos. They were shouting at one another, saying some very inappropriate words, and if Miss Macready hadn't stopped the two by blowing loudly into a pocket whistle, Hermione would have thrown the stone head of Shakespeare that was a mere two inches away from her.
"Enough!" the aging house keeper barked. "Both of you should be ashamed! You," Macready pointed a finger towards Peter, "we are allowing you and your family to stay within this house and provide a roof over your heads and you come in acting like a wild ape." If Peter wasn't red from yelling then he would have been red from embarrassment. Edmund chuckled at his brother's misfortunate, which earned him a light bump in the shin by said brother. Macready then turned her attention Hermione and glared at the young girl. "And you young lady. You of all know better than to act in such a ridiculous manner. I'm very disappointed in you."
"Yes Miss Macready. It won't happen again." Hermione said, glaring at Peter from the corner of her eye.
"See that it doesn't. Now, Harry, would you be a dear and show the Pevensies to their rooms. I'll be getting dinner ready." On that note, the stern looking woman walked off towards the kitchen. Harry ushered the Pevensies forward and lead them off to the stairwell on the other side of a fuming preteen. Ginny followed her new friends, eager to show them their rooms as well. Soon it was just Ron and a still angry Hermione. Cautiously, Ron moved closer to his friend.
"Um Hermione. What was all that about?"
"What was what?"
"Well, the shouting, what else?"
"Nothing Ron. I'll tell you after dinner." Hermione walked off in the other direction from the others and Ron stood there for a good minute before deciding to help Miss Macready with dinner.
"Maybe she'll give me extra portions for helping her." he thought aloud.
Dinner was, to say the least, uneventful. What ever Peter and Hermione was harboring towards one another was held at bay for that night. Miss Macready had made a delicious meal consisting of chicken, mash potatoes, steamed vegetables, and cheery pie for desert. It was quiet for the most part. The Professor had chosen to eat dinner in his study and Miss Macready would be dinning else where, thus leaving the eight children by themselves.
"So, where you guys from?" Harry asked, wanting something to break the silence.
"Oh, Finchley." Susan replied after swallowing some mashed potatoes. "What about you lot?"
"Well Ron and Ginny live in the country in a place called The Burrow. I live on Pivet Drive, mum decided to move there to be closer to her sister after my uncle died. As for Hermione, she lives…"
"We know where she lives." Peter sad darkly, although it was obviously not directed towards Harry. It was directed to Hermione, who unfortunately had to sit in front of him. The seating arrangements had been done by a first come first served basis. Ginny sat in front of Lucy, who was sitting in between Susan and Edmund. Ron sat in front of Edmund and Harry in front of Susan. Peter and Hermione were left with the seats at each end of table. The majority of the silent tension radiating from those two.
"So do you guys play quidditch?" Ron asked, trying to change the subject. However, asking non-magical kids if they played a game that involved flying on brooms wasn't a good way to do so. The Pevensies gave the red head a confused look.
"Quidditch? What's that?" Susan asked curious. Before Ron could reply, he received two kicks to the shin from Hermione and Ginny, who quickly took over.
"My brother's just being silly. Quidditch is my brother's nickname for…for…"
"Cricket." Harry finished. Susan looked suspicious for a minute, but waved it away. At the mention of the sport, Edmund perked up from his moody state.
"Who doesn't?" he asked cheerfully. "Think we can play a game after dinner?"
"Not right now Ed," Peter told his brother. "It's getting dark out, and we really should get settled in first."
"Your brother's right Edmund," Hermione said. "You guys really should get settled in before you do anything."
"I didn't ask for you to back me up Hermione," Peter said slowly, saying the girl's name like a curse. Hermione of course didn't take that well.
"I was simply trying to help Peter." Hermione spat. It was clear things were not going to end well. Susan, apparently the only one who knew what was going on, rested her head on her hands.
"Dear god not again."
"Um Susan," Harry started, "you wouldn't by chance know why these two are so hostile towards each other."
"I do and it's a very long story."
"I see you haven't changed at all since we last saw each other." Hermione said hotly.
"Well neither have you. Still bossing people around."
"I beg your pardon? I was not being bossy. I was just trying to help. Then again you wouldn't know when to ask for it."
"Well maybe I would if somebody doesn't try to force me to find it."
"Just like a man to not know when to ask isn't it?"
"At least I don't nag every second of the day!"
"I don't nag!"
"'Peter don't be mean. Peter wait for me. Peter you're wrong. Peter, Peter, Peter.' Sound familiar?!" Peter asked, a slight growl emanating from his throat. Hermione was appalled by the boy's imitation of her and looked ready to whip out her wand and turn him into a toad. However, she decided to go for a different approach.
"Camel-Breath!" those who had decided to ignore the fight and eat, nearly choked on their food after hearing what Hermione just said. Peter himself looked shocked, but he quickly regained himself and decided to play by her games.
"Beaver-Teethe!" The female population of the table gasped (or giggled in Lucy's case) while the male population dropped their forks.
"Billboard-Brow!"
"Book-Worm!"
"Giant-Pansy!"
"Toe-Nail-Biter!" Hermione gasped at the name while the other, beside Susan, looked bewildered and amused at the same time. Finally, under all the pressure and her own growing rage, Hermione snapped and said something no one at the table would ever dream of hearing.
"Peter Pevensie wore a diaper until he was five!" There were several reactions to the outburst. Harry spat out his drink. Ron's mouth dropped open and chucks of food fell out. Lucy clapped a hand over her mouth to sustain her fit of laughter. Ginny stared at Hermione for a long time as Susan just slapped her hand over her eyes in embarrassment. As for Edmund, he was laughing so hard he fell. It would seem that Hermione had gotten the best of Peter and nothing he could say would bring her down from her high.
"Hermione Granger had a bed-wetting problem until she was seven!" except that…
There was complete silence for over a good minute. Hermione and Peter were glaring daggers at each other. It seemed that if anyone got up from their seat, the two might take them out in the crossfire. Finally, after what felt like ages, Hermione and Peter left the table in a humph. Still no one got up until they knew the two were out of earshot. Finally, after the distant sound of slamming doors, someone spoke.
"That was the funniest thing I've every seen or heard." laughed Edmund, trying to climb back onto his chair.
"Excuse my language but, what the bloody hell was that?" Harry asked, his gaze turning to Susan. Susan sighed before answering.
"Well you see Peter and Hermione, as you can obviously see, didn't get along when we were younger. Our parents always tried to get the two to play and get along, but they were polar opposites. Didn't help that they were both stubborn mules."
"But what was all that with the name calling?" Ron asked. Susan, being the resourcefully one she was, pulled out a pencil from her pocket and started writing on a spare napkin.
"Trust me. Those weren't childish nicknames. When they were younger, they found a really good way to swear without getting caught. Possibly the only thing they did together." When she was finished writing what each word meant, she handed the napkin to the two boys. They read over the list, their eyes widening in disbelieve.
"My god. I knew Hermione had a wide vocabulary but I didn't know she knew so many of these words." Ron remarked. Harry reviewed one particular word.
"How did they get Plumber-Head from F…"
"Um, lets not repeat them aloud shall we?" Susan suggested, indicating the three youngest. Edmund whined at not being able to read the list.
Lucy crawled into bed, dressed in a white cotton night dress. Susan stepped into the room, wearing a similar attire for bed.
"You two ready for bed?" Peter asked as he stepped in, his earlier attitude long gone. However, his behavior hasn't erased from his youngest sister's mind.
"Peter, how come you wore a diaper for five years?" Susan had to suppress a giggle from escaping her lips as she looked at Peter's red face and blank expression. It was obvious he was hoping to forget all about the evening's events.
"Don't listen to a word Hermione said at diner Lu. Just go to bed."
"But I'm not tired. And I'm bored Peter. There's nothing to do."
"Don't worry Lu. It's a big place and we've got it to ourselves. You want and see, tomorrow we'll have the most fun you can imagine. You even got Ginny to play with."
"Really?'
"Promise."
The rain was pounding hard against the glass windows and every thing outside was soaking wet. The eight bored children were collected in the library, with Susan trying to get Ron to define Gastro Vascular. So far he was having no luck in defining it.
"Um, is it Italian?" Susan looked down at the book before replying.
"Yes it is actually."
"Is it Italian for worse game ever invented?" Edmund asked from underneath a chair. Offended Susan, slammed the dictionary shut. Over by the window, both Lucy and Ginny were watching the older kids. They saw Harry sitting by the empty fireplace reading while Peter stared at the ceiling from his seat next to Ron. Hermione sat on the other side of Susan being bored to death. Fortunately neither Hermione nor Peter were up to killing each other at the moment.
"I'm bored." Ginny moaned.
"I have an idea." Lucy suddenly perked up. She got up and walked over to her brother. "Peter, lets play hide and seek."
"Oh yes, lets play that!" Agreed the other redhead.
"Oh, but we were having so much fun." he replied sarcastically.
"Hide and seek? Isn't that a kid's game?" Ron questioned. The two young girls gave him a hateful stare and he shut his mouth.
"Come on Peter, please?"
"Yeah, please?"
"…1. ..."
"What is he doing?" Edmund asked as he stood up to stare at his brother, who by now had reached 10 and counting. Instantly, the other children caught onto what Peter was doing and sprang from their seats and out the room to find a hiding place.
Down the hall, Susan came to a stop and quickly took cover inside a large wooden box. Hermione contemplated on whether going up the stairs or further down the hall. As Peter reached the 50's Hermione sprung towards the curtains and hid behind them. Ron scurried into a broom closet and closed the door shut behind him. Edmund, Lucy, and Ginny raced down the hall and just as the girls were about to hide behind another pair of curtains, Edmund took their spot, telling them to find their own hiding spot.
The girls could hear Peter getting closer to 100. In a last ditch effort they ran into a spare room. What the girls found beyond the door was a beautiful, hand crafted, polished wardrobe. They both ducked inside.
Sloth: Yes, another chapter done. I hoped you enjoyed it. I should have chapter three done soon so review. also, if anyone could come up with better name-calling that period, I'd appreciate it. Til next time.
