AN: Hey all!!! I better just get on with the story.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling gets all the credits!
Chapter 3: Food Fight! ...and other business-like matters
"That's all they really want ~~ Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls ~~ they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want ~~ Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls ~~ they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun"- Tori Amos "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"
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Hermione quickly got into a peach colored back-less shirt. She threw on a knee length black skirt and headed around a maze of stairwells. Ten minutes of walking passed...fifteen minutes...twenty...
Finally Hermione snapped her fingers. The small vampire appeared with a 'poof'. "Yes, Mademoiselle?"
"I need to find Dinner Hall. It is to my knowledge we will have guests." Hermione blushed at the word 'guests'.
"Indeed. Follow me." The vampire made a sharp left. The hallway was dark green with black ash wood doors. He stopped at the fifth door.
"Please wait to be announced." He said with a bow. He opened the door and slipped through, leaving it open a crack. Hermione heard him clear his throat.
"Really, it won't be neccass--" Hermione whispered through the crack, but it was too late.
"PLEASE," The conversation inside stopped. "Please prepare yourselves for the arrival of Mademoiselle Silme Wilwaren. Or, as she so blatantly calls herself, Hermione."
The vampire whipped open the door, that was seconds ago barely ajar. Beet red, Hermione entered. "Really now! I hope you don't expect a tip!" She whispered to the pale faced vampire.
"It was all worth the humiliation in the end, my maiden." He wittily replied.
"Hu-Wha-!!! NO!!! You--" Hermione, baffled, tried to scold the man as she stooped to meet his height, waving her hands. But, he 'poof'ed away. Leaving her, alone, inside an open doorway, above a huge stairwell, and also above a large group of men and a few of their wives. Also interrupting the savvy and facetious conversations of well-known people. No doubt some of whom where her father's 'associates'.
In an angry mood, she stormed down the stairs. Stomping so hard, the delicate heals of her black shoes almost crushed in the process. Her clear beaded pink purse swinging violently at her side. Cheeks brilliant red. Right up to Daddy Dearest she strode.
"Daddy!!!!" Hermione's voice whined, "Mr. Vampire made me *embarrassed*!"
The chatter of the people around them started up again, some chuckling. "That is hardly possible, Butty-buns." Hermione turned even more red at this new pet name. "He was made to not disobey or bring shame to his masters."
Hermione looked peeved, but nodded. "Fine." She sighed heavily, cheeks slowly turning pale again.
"Oh, and I *think* you know Professor Severus Snape?" Tom smiled genially, and moved aside to let the renowned man get a better view in the conversation. Hermione's face was immediately on fire.
"G-good evening, Professor." Hermione tried to look anywhere but at him. She suddenly found the swirls in the black marble floors interesting.
"Hello, Ms. Gr-Riddle." Severus nodded at the girl.
"I was *just* telling him of your new-found interest in hi--" Tom paused as Hermione's face whipped towards him and Mr. Melkwig, who was standing next to 'Sexy Sevy'.
"WHAT!!!!!!" Hermione screeched. No one took notice, as they all kept talking.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Hermione." Snape said, grabbing a flute of Rampage, the newest type of wizard wine.
Hermione's mouth dropped open. "Wha--" She looked to Mr. Melkwig, then to her father, and back to her professor.
"Having these dreams at your age in life is perfectly normal." Severus continued, making Hermione gasp an 'omigod'. "We should probably get right down to it! I would suggest we get down to the dirty work after dinner. I hear it makes one hungry afterwards." Hermione completely was stunned, mouth still hanging open.
"I hear your father agrees whole-heartedly with this schedule. Don't looked so shocked I am allowing you to do this! The topic of becoming an Animagus is very common. Plus, you need it to allow your wings to be exercised. The whole thing is vital to your health."
Hermione let out a sigh. "Oh, of course. I suppose I'll go unregistered?" She stuttered as she sent death glares to the partners in crime. ^My own FATHER!!!!^ She thought.
"Yes, naturally." Snape replied as he sipped his drink nonchalantly. There was a loud ring of a gong as everyone made their way to a large, oak table. Hermione took a seat next to her father. Lucius Malfoy was on Tom's right, his son next to him. Mr. Melkwig was seated on Hermione's other side.
"First course: an appetising Wizard-Chef's salad. Lettuce, carrots, grated parmesan cheese, with a sprinkle of Hicklepomp Pus." A slender woman with pointy teeth stated. ^Great, another vampire. By the time we're through here, I'll be dead with twenty different poisons!^ Hermione thought sarcastically.
With a 'pop' a silver plate with the salad was prompted in front of Hermione. On the side was a train of two different dressings. "Muggle Ranch and Wizard Licky-Pik." Mr. Melkwig whispered.
Hermione nodded and waited for her father to take a bite, proper courtesy. Tom took a small bite and everyone began to chit-chat voluminously. Hermione took her first bite and looked at the person on the other side of the table, Lucius Malfoy. He awaited her first bite. Hermione, surprised by his utmost politeness, cautiously ate a bite. He smiled and began to eat as well.
Hermione turned toward her father, who was balancing his pour-er of dressing. There was a loud 'UMPH'. She whipped around, another 'UMPH'.
Mr. Melkwig had a smudge of dressing across his face. "Your wings, hon." Hermione, dreadfully turned around. Tom Riddle had the whole train of dressing across his face.
"Oh! My! I am *sooo* sorry, Dad!" Hermione got a napkin and began to dab the shocked man's face. "I'll just be transforming my wings now?" Hermione got up to go to the bathroom. Mr. Melkwig and Voldemort, (AN: eek! I hate calling him that!), began to talk in hushed whispers. Whispers of pay back.
After a grueling experience, Hermione came back into the room to see a plate of mashed potatoes and steak on the place mat in front of her. "Oh, a new course." She broke the lack of conversation around her.
"Oh! Yes, I heard you like steak, Starry-butt." Tom said, bringing her attention fully to him.
"Father, I am really finding this nickname ridiculing my 'buns', as you call them, very embarrassing." Hermione stated, looking at him. But he seemed to be looking through Hermione. She turned around to be met with a face full of mashed potatoes.
"Oh no you di'n't!!!!!!!!" Hermione squealed, flinging a plate of peas at his face. He ducked, making a man named Alexander Kelgara be hit in the back of the head. Soon enough everyone was dodging and throwing edible items. Eventually Tom cam eto his senses and called for attention.
"Thank you, everyone, for a wonderful dinner party. I would ask you all to stay, but I have other plans, unfortunately." He and Hermione went to the front entrance and shook hands with the guests as the departed.
"Good-bye, Hermione, it has been very interesting." Mr. Malfoy said as he shook her hand firmly. Draco followed him, they being the last to leave.
"Goodbye, Starlight...you're cool. See you soon." He bent down and kissed her hand, leaving Hermione in awe.
"Uh-oh! Sexy Sevy better watch out! I see some competition!!" Mr. Melkwig catcalled as soon as he closed the door.
"Did I hear someone call my name?" Snape asked as he reentered the room, levitating a cauldron and some ingredients.
"What!? NO! I mean, no, no one said anything remotely close." Hermione's voice cracked awkwardly.
"Right, then , let's get going." Snape began to mix odd things into the cauldron. Minutes later it was steaming and the color kept changing.
"It should be ready soon." Snape said. Hermione sat in a leather chair, wings out and ready, as her dad relentlessly paced. Mr. Melkwig was busily making tea and preparing crumpets.
"OK, I believe Fee told you how to do this?" Hermione nodded. It went as planned. Hermione closed her eyes and thought of the graceful flutter of wings, the light weightlessness, and the long, curled feet. She felt herself going smaller. And smaller. And smaller. And smaller.
Finally she heard a very loud, "Well done."
"THANK YOU!!" She screamed, as she opened her eyes. She felt wonderful. She was sitting on the edge of her chair.
"I would ask you to test your wings, but 'tis late and you need Fee to teach you." Snape's voice boomed.
"All right." Hermione's voice was a mere squeak to the others. She thought of being a regular witch again. Heaviness. Being really tall. Hermione was quickly into her old self.
"Well, that's all for tonight." Voldemort said. (AN: In case you're wondering, Tom looks like his sixteen year old self plus ten years. He found some loophole to get his old body back.)
Hermione yawned and headed for bed. Ravenous, she changed into her pajamas and conjured the vampire, whom she found was named Rochester.
"Rochester, I need food!" Hermione demanded immediately.
"Pray tell, what food?" He had a tiny smile splayed across his pug face.
"GOLDFISH!! Y'know: cheese flavored baked snacks." Hermione said. Rochester did not reply. "Did you know their made of real cheese, natural and or dairy, the snack that smiles back, Goldfish. The Muggle snack?"
Rochester 'poof'ed away and came back with cheese and crackers. "I am afraid this is the best we can do."
Hermione dismissed him and muched late into the night, blissfully asleep by one AM.
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AN: How's that chapter? It wasn't long enough for my likes, but if I added the next BIG event it would make this monstrously long. So, I leave you here.
Review or flame for all I care!!
Have a Sevy-WHOOPS! Have a Sexy Day!!
Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling gets all the credits!
Chapter 3: Food Fight! ...and other business-like matters
"That's all they really want ~~ Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls ~~ they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want ~~ Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls ~~ they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun"- Tori Amos "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione quickly got into a peach colored back-less shirt. She threw on a knee length black skirt and headed around a maze of stairwells. Ten minutes of walking passed...fifteen minutes...twenty...
Finally Hermione snapped her fingers. The small vampire appeared with a 'poof'. "Yes, Mademoiselle?"
"I need to find Dinner Hall. It is to my knowledge we will have guests." Hermione blushed at the word 'guests'.
"Indeed. Follow me." The vampire made a sharp left. The hallway was dark green with black ash wood doors. He stopped at the fifth door.
"Please wait to be announced." He said with a bow. He opened the door and slipped through, leaving it open a crack. Hermione heard him clear his throat.
"Really, it won't be neccass--" Hermione whispered through the crack, but it was too late.
"PLEASE," The conversation inside stopped. "Please prepare yourselves for the arrival of Mademoiselle Silme Wilwaren. Or, as she so blatantly calls herself, Hermione."
The vampire whipped open the door, that was seconds ago barely ajar. Beet red, Hermione entered. "Really now! I hope you don't expect a tip!" She whispered to the pale faced vampire.
"It was all worth the humiliation in the end, my maiden." He wittily replied.
"Hu-Wha-!!! NO!!! You--" Hermione, baffled, tried to scold the man as she stooped to meet his height, waving her hands. But, he 'poof'ed away. Leaving her, alone, inside an open doorway, above a huge stairwell, and also above a large group of men and a few of their wives. Also interrupting the savvy and facetious conversations of well-known people. No doubt some of whom where her father's 'associates'.
In an angry mood, she stormed down the stairs. Stomping so hard, the delicate heals of her black shoes almost crushed in the process. Her clear beaded pink purse swinging violently at her side. Cheeks brilliant red. Right up to Daddy Dearest she strode.
"Daddy!!!!" Hermione's voice whined, "Mr. Vampire made me *embarrassed*!"
The chatter of the people around them started up again, some chuckling. "That is hardly possible, Butty-buns." Hermione turned even more red at this new pet name. "He was made to not disobey or bring shame to his masters."
Hermione looked peeved, but nodded. "Fine." She sighed heavily, cheeks slowly turning pale again.
"Oh, and I *think* you know Professor Severus Snape?" Tom smiled genially, and moved aside to let the renowned man get a better view in the conversation. Hermione's face was immediately on fire.
"G-good evening, Professor." Hermione tried to look anywhere but at him. She suddenly found the swirls in the black marble floors interesting.
"Hello, Ms. Gr-Riddle." Severus nodded at the girl.
"I was *just* telling him of your new-found interest in hi--" Tom paused as Hermione's face whipped towards him and Mr. Melkwig, who was standing next to 'Sexy Sevy'.
"WHAT!!!!!!" Hermione screeched. No one took notice, as they all kept talking.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Hermione." Snape said, grabbing a flute of Rampage, the newest type of wizard wine.
Hermione's mouth dropped open. "Wha--" She looked to Mr. Melkwig, then to her father, and back to her professor.
"Having these dreams at your age in life is perfectly normal." Severus continued, making Hermione gasp an 'omigod'. "We should probably get right down to it! I would suggest we get down to the dirty work after dinner. I hear it makes one hungry afterwards." Hermione completely was stunned, mouth still hanging open.
"I hear your father agrees whole-heartedly with this schedule. Don't looked so shocked I am allowing you to do this! The topic of becoming an Animagus is very common. Plus, you need it to allow your wings to be exercised. The whole thing is vital to your health."
Hermione let out a sigh. "Oh, of course. I suppose I'll go unregistered?" She stuttered as she sent death glares to the partners in crime. ^My own FATHER!!!!^ She thought.
"Yes, naturally." Snape replied as he sipped his drink nonchalantly. There was a loud ring of a gong as everyone made their way to a large, oak table. Hermione took a seat next to her father. Lucius Malfoy was on Tom's right, his son next to him. Mr. Melkwig was seated on Hermione's other side.
"First course: an appetising Wizard-Chef's salad. Lettuce, carrots, grated parmesan cheese, with a sprinkle of Hicklepomp Pus." A slender woman with pointy teeth stated. ^Great, another vampire. By the time we're through here, I'll be dead with twenty different poisons!^ Hermione thought sarcastically.
With a 'pop' a silver plate with the salad was prompted in front of Hermione. On the side was a train of two different dressings. "Muggle Ranch and Wizard Licky-Pik." Mr. Melkwig whispered.
Hermione nodded and waited for her father to take a bite, proper courtesy. Tom took a small bite and everyone began to chit-chat voluminously. Hermione took her first bite and looked at the person on the other side of the table, Lucius Malfoy. He awaited her first bite. Hermione, surprised by his utmost politeness, cautiously ate a bite. He smiled and began to eat as well.
Hermione turned toward her father, who was balancing his pour-er of dressing. There was a loud 'UMPH'. She whipped around, another 'UMPH'.
Mr. Melkwig had a smudge of dressing across his face. "Your wings, hon." Hermione, dreadfully turned around. Tom Riddle had the whole train of dressing across his face.
"Oh! My! I am *sooo* sorry, Dad!" Hermione got a napkin and began to dab the shocked man's face. "I'll just be transforming my wings now?" Hermione got up to go to the bathroom. Mr. Melkwig and Voldemort, (AN: eek! I hate calling him that!), began to talk in hushed whispers. Whispers of pay back.
After a grueling experience, Hermione came back into the room to see a plate of mashed potatoes and steak on the place mat in front of her. "Oh, a new course." She broke the lack of conversation around her.
"Oh! Yes, I heard you like steak, Starry-butt." Tom said, bringing her attention fully to him.
"Father, I am really finding this nickname ridiculing my 'buns', as you call them, very embarrassing." Hermione stated, looking at him. But he seemed to be looking through Hermione. She turned around to be met with a face full of mashed potatoes.
"Oh no you di'n't!!!!!!!!" Hermione squealed, flinging a plate of peas at his face. He ducked, making a man named Alexander Kelgara be hit in the back of the head. Soon enough everyone was dodging and throwing edible items. Eventually Tom cam eto his senses and called for attention.
"Thank you, everyone, for a wonderful dinner party. I would ask you all to stay, but I have other plans, unfortunately." He and Hermione went to the front entrance and shook hands with the guests as the departed.
"Good-bye, Hermione, it has been very interesting." Mr. Malfoy said as he shook her hand firmly. Draco followed him, they being the last to leave.
"Goodbye, Starlight...you're cool. See you soon." He bent down and kissed her hand, leaving Hermione in awe.
"Uh-oh! Sexy Sevy better watch out! I see some competition!!" Mr. Melkwig catcalled as soon as he closed the door.
"Did I hear someone call my name?" Snape asked as he reentered the room, levitating a cauldron and some ingredients.
"What!? NO! I mean, no, no one said anything remotely close." Hermione's voice cracked awkwardly.
"Right, then , let's get going." Snape began to mix odd things into the cauldron. Minutes later it was steaming and the color kept changing.
"It should be ready soon." Snape said. Hermione sat in a leather chair, wings out and ready, as her dad relentlessly paced. Mr. Melkwig was busily making tea and preparing crumpets.
"OK, I believe Fee told you how to do this?" Hermione nodded. It went as planned. Hermione closed her eyes and thought of the graceful flutter of wings, the light weightlessness, and the long, curled feet. She felt herself going smaller. And smaller. And smaller. And smaller.
Finally she heard a very loud, "Well done."
"THANK YOU!!" She screamed, as she opened her eyes. She felt wonderful. She was sitting on the edge of her chair.
"I would ask you to test your wings, but 'tis late and you need Fee to teach you." Snape's voice boomed.
"All right." Hermione's voice was a mere squeak to the others. She thought of being a regular witch again. Heaviness. Being really tall. Hermione was quickly into her old self.
"Well, that's all for tonight." Voldemort said. (AN: In case you're wondering, Tom looks like his sixteen year old self plus ten years. He found some loophole to get his old body back.)
Hermione yawned and headed for bed. Ravenous, she changed into her pajamas and conjured the vampire, whom she found was named Rochester.
"Rochester, I need food!" Hermione demanded immediately.
"Pray tell, what food?" He had a tiny smile splayed across his pug face.
"GOLDFISH!! Y'know: cheese flavored baked snacks." Hermione said. Rochester did not reply. "Did you know their made of real cheese, natural and or dairy, the snack that smiles back, Goldfish. The Muggle snack?"
Rochester 'poof'ed away and came back with cheese and crackers. "I am afraid this is the best we can do."
Hermione dismissed him and muched late into the night, blissfully asleep by one AM.
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AN: How's that chapter? It wasn't long enough for my likes, but if I added the next BIG event it would make this monstrously long. So, I leave you here.
Review or flame for all I care!!
Have a Sevy-WHOOPS! Have a Sexy Day!!
