A/N: I will likely lose viewers with the pairing(s?) I am about to start in a few chapters,, but, honestly? I decided that I write for myself, not y'all, not really... And I haven't gotten a satisfactory result on the one poll. Eventually I'll have a story that is completely viewer input, but... Anyways, R&R.
Harry was looking between Hermione and Snape, completely bewildered. After all, why was his old potions professor here? At his kitchen table? With Luna Lovegood? GAGGED? Cautiously, he asked "'Mione, why in the world is Snape here? Do you wish Sirius to throw a fit?"
"Severus, Harry-boy." corrected Luna, absentmindedly. "After all, you will be seeing more of him. We are staying here for a while."
Hermione sighed. "Luna! He was talking to m..."
"I'm home, Mione-flower!" called yet another voice, from the main entryway.
Hermione just sighed yet again, and left the house through the kitchen door. "Harry. Go deal with your god-mutt. Please."
Hermione smirked at the two men tied back to back. "Good job, Harry. I knew you could do something right."
Harry rubbed his hair, ruefully. "It wasn't me. Luna had to step in."
Hermione turned to Luna, grinning, before replying to Harry. "You are brave enough to play with vampires and werewolves, but not step between two mere wizards?"
Then, pulling her wand from her back pocket, Hermione levitated the two men out to the back yard. Dropping the on the ground with a rough thud, she took a stance, hands on hips, ignoring the other two who followed her out, and sat grinning on the porch. "Now, are you children, or grown men?"
The two men just mumbled. They couldn't speak, for they were both gagged.
She sighed, vanishing the gags. "Fine. Speak like grown-ups, or they are going back on."
"Get me away from this idiotic mutt!"
"Aww, Sevvie! I didn't know you loved me so."
Hermione rolled her eyes, and with a wave of her wand, the gags were back on. "Fine. Stay here. As soon as I get inside, I'll take them off. Then you can argue to your hearts' content."
The two were left alone, but only because Hermione dragged Harry and Luna into the house by their ears, with a muttered "Come eat."
Dinner was a silent affair, with Harry straining to hear any signs of bloodshed, Luna smiling rather smugly, and Hermione with her ears plugged in order to avoid any signs of bloodshed.
After dinner, Hermione sent Harry out to check on the two. Luna followed, the smug little smile on her face. Only a second later, Hermione hear Lunas' giggling and the pounding of Harrys' feet as he ran into the house, a severely disturbed look on his face.
"Hermione! They... they..."
Hermione half rose from her chair, fearing the worst, and mentally cataloging her potions. She fell back down, when Luna laughed.
"Oh, Silly! It is perfectly natural. They are merely kissing."
"But... But..."
Hermione giggled at Harrys' adorably confused face. "Aren't you gay, Harry dear? After all, you nearly run away from Ginny every time you see her. And you didn't mention any of the girls at school..."
Hermione stood up, changing the subject. "I'll fetch the two lovebirds. Someone set the table."
As Hermione left the room, it was Lunas' turn to laugh at Harry. "You know, there is a fine line between hate and love. Perhaps I should drag Draco out here!"
Luna danced around the kitchen, adroitly fetching cups and plates and dishes and silverware, ignoring a spluttering, beet red Harry.
