Serpentards réunion Part-1

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The Shack (in the shadows)-7:55 pm

"Draco, is this a good idea? You know, your friends are Slytherins….Maybe; I should join after you explain. They're going to be late. They aren't here anyway. "

"Yet. 'Mione, you wait for them and I will enter later. Slytherins always show up (very very very) slightly before time or exactly on time or fashionably or terribly late BUT never too early unlike you law-abiding upright Gryffindors. You, my beautiful wife, are more than capable of handling them, right love?"

"Yeah. YOU and YOUR brilliant Slytherins. Humph. Sure. I'll love having them shoot hexes at me for abducting you." In a very sarcastic tone to quell her rising panic.

"Don't worry. For Salazar's sake, just go. I am such a wonderfully handsome and smooth person that they-"

"Fine. Fine. For Godric's sake, don't praise yourself so much. It's harmful to health. I'm going. I'm going…"

The Shack-7:56

Hermione stepped out of the shadows and sat herself at one of the less prominent and er… clean enough tables so she could see the entrant before the entrant saw her.

"Damn 'smooth' Slytherins." under her breath.

The Shack-7:57

Hermione started fiddling her thumbs on the table.

Still muttering, "I shouldn't have let Draco talk me into this horrible idea"

Serpentards réunion Part-2

The Shack-7:58

Enter: Least Slytheriny. Since slightly early (By a very Huge 2 minutes)

Gregory Goyle fumbled with his wand before he entered the Shack. The darkness and blackness made it look creepy, the low lighting emphasized the shadows and by the time Goyle reached the actual hall through the corridor, he was scared inside out. He had come early to avoid Draco's wrath after he received the threatening letter.

"Goyle,

Don't use your pretty head and move your bulky mass to The Shack by 8. Don't try to figure anything out. I'm not waiting a gazillion years.

Malfoy (With you by my side always *smirk*)"

Hermione heard Goyle footsteps before his 'bulky mass' came into view (Well, Goyle wasn't exactly silence incarnate). Seeing the tables mostly empty, Goyle relaxed, thought he arrived before Draco and was about to deposit his 'bulky mass' on a rickety chair when he heard a soft voice say, "Sit here, Goyle. Draco is on his way."

Goyle was now shivering.

Slowly turning around (As if he could be more scared than he was already), Goyle found himself looking into Hermione's hazel brown eyes.

"Granger?"

"Of course." Goyle was still shivering.

"Why would you know if Draco is coming here?" Goyle asked (stupidly).

"I'm his wife. He was going to introduce me but looks like I'll be introducing myself."

"His wife? You?" Goyle continued shivering.

CRASH!

Goyle fainted into a chair opposite Hermione who sighed and shook her head. (He presumably wouldn't wake up until Draco entered and Hermione didn't see any benefit of waking him up.)

Goyle wasn't known for his grasping power anyway.

Slytherins weren't known for their bravery either.

Enter: Less Slytheriny. Since early by a mere 1 minute

Pucey strolled in with his wand in his hand and that hand in his pocket. He wasn't the brightest of the bunch BUT he wasn't Goyle. Walking in casually, he looked around and saw Goyle slumped in his seat.

"The idiot! Can't stay awake even for a little while" Pucey snorted.

Pucey,

A bludger can break you head- accidentally, of course- in the game your Falcons have against the Harpies if you don't come to The Shack at 8o clock.

Malfoy (Your former teammate and 'leader')

He also noticed a female silhouette and he was sure it wasn't Pansy or Daphne and he got scared that the person had knocked Goyle out.

He was about to cast 'Expellliarmus' when the female person cast it before him with a wave of the hand and caught it.

"Don't try anything funny. Pucey, is it? Sit down here. Draco's coming." Hermione said in a monotone as though she was annoyed. (Well, she was, Slytherins had no time sense.)

"Granger?"

"Of course" Pucey was now wide eyed.

"Why would you know if Draco is coming here?" Pucey asked (curiously).

"I'm his wife. He was going to introduce me but looks like I'll be introducing myself."

"You are joking, aren't you?" Pucey widened his eyes a little more.

"I would have killed you long ago if I wanted to. I don't joke." Hermione said sarcastically. (Not that Pucey appreciated the sarcasm)

"Oh!" Pucey widened his eyes even more ( as much as possible).

Pucey sat down still faint from the realization that Hermione wasn't lying. (He looked like he wasn't going to get any words out of his mouth until Draco came and Hermione saw no reason to make conversation with him.)

Pucey wasn't known for his discretion anyway.

And Slytherins weren't known for their bravery either.

Serpentards réunion Part-3

The Shack- 08:00

Enter: Almost Slytherin. Exactly on time.

Nott flipped open his watch and saw he was exactly on time (as always). Cautious as he was, little as that cautiousness was, he walked through the shadows unwilling to alert anyone to his presence. And he wasn't Pucey. He wasn't Goyle either. God-forbid.

Nott,

Come over. The Shack. 8.

Malfoy

Hermione anyway saw him as he entered( Well, not him-his shadow).He saw Pucey staring off into space, Goyle knocked out, now he was more cautious as he saw a female silhouette (not one he recognized, not that he knew many…).

He walked closer, wand held tightly in hand, growing cautious and cautious and cautious by the minute.

"Hello Nott. Sit down here. Draco's coming." Now Hermione was bored. Completely. Unequivocally.

Then, with an abrupt change in cautiousness (less or more, we'll never know…).

"Granger?"

"Of course." Nott was more cautious now (Like he could be more. Humph.).

"Why would you know if Draco is coming here?" Nott asked (cautiously).

"I'm his wife. He was going to introduce me but looks like I'll be introducing myself."

"Eh? Oh. Hmmm. Er..Umm.."

"Thank goodness. You haven't fainted nor are you catching flies in your mouth like these two idiots here. Thank God. Please have a seat. "

Nott was still mumbling and grumbling and opening his mouth and closing his mouth as he took a seat. (He didn't seem to be able to ask questions until Draco came and Hermione saw no reason to indulge him.)

Nott wasn't known for his questioning capability anyway.

And Slytherins weren't known for their bravery either.

The Shack-08:01

Enter: Slytherin. Slightly late (A minute, well, almost…)

Marcus Flint tried to remember whether not Draco called him to The Shack at 8 as he non-chalantly walked in. He didn't even consider the probability of a faux. Well, he wasn't Nott or Pucey or worse, Goyle, so wand in hand, he walked in trying not to forget the entrance way should he walk into a wall.

Flint,

Come to a night out tomorrow at The Shack. No questions. 8 o clock.

Malfoy (still maybe your 'friend')

Atleast Flint wasn't noticed when he was 'trying' to enter undetected by Hermione. He walked into the place in clear view of her table, walked upto her, noticed three of his friends there and raised an eyebrow.

Wiping her forehead of invisible sweat and cursing Salazar for having stupid people in his House, supposedly known for their supposed 'cunningness', "Hello, Nott. Sit here. Draco's coming."

"Why would you know if Draco is coming here?" Flint asked sitting down(trying to remember who she was. She looked familiar.).

"I'm his wife. He was going to introduce me but looks like I'll be introducing myself. Though I believe you are supposed to ask me who I am first. You're following the wrong order." Hermione said as though she'd said the same thing a million times over (Well, telling Slytherins 'was' that exhausting…).

Then, in a sudden moment of truth,

"Granger?"

"Of course." Flint was still trying to remember more.

Flint was now racking his head to remember details.(He wasn't going to be remembering anything until Draco came and Hermione saw no grounds on which she could help him regain his er..lost memory.)

Flint wasn't known for his reminiscing power anyway.

And Slytherins weren't known for their bravery either.

UNTIL NOW, NONE OF THE FOUR SLYTHERINS QUESTIONED HER CLAIM THAT SHE WAS MALFOY'S WIFE.

NOW, THE REST WILL! (Not all of them, Blaise already knows..)

Serpentards réunion Part-4

The Shack -08:05

Enter:The Ideal Slytherins

Blaise and Pansy Zabini made their way though the Hogsmeade crowd towards the end of the village. They didn't glance at a watch. Not even once.

"How dare he?" Pansy was fuming.

"Draco? He dares more than that, the idiot."

Blaise snuck a glance at his wife just to make sure she didn't catch on to his statement. He heaved a sigh of relief.

Now, that she caught.

"What are you so relieved about?"

Blaise was saved from answering since they'd reached the Shack.

"Maybe we should keep our wands at the ready? If it's a fake call..." Pansy left the sentence hanging.

If only she knew the shock she was going to get!

They were very aware of the eeriness of the situation they were getting themselves into. They slowly entered, wands in hand, quietly, so the shadows wouldn't show. The only sound now was a vague murmuring sound from the inside along with a few snores and the occasional screeching of bats and the scurrying of rats.

They weren't Nott or Flint or Pucey or worse, Goyle.

This time, Hermione knew because Blaise had sent her a quick Patronus. As soon as they stepped in, they noticed their fellow Slytherins slouched and disconnected from the world.

Blaise, understanding that only Hermione was there by the state of the lot of them, walked out calming wanting to wish her Hello (very differently from last time.)

Not that what he wished was fated to happen.

Pansy fired off a string of curses imagining an enemy.

Petrificus totalus!

Reducto!

Expelliarmus!

Sectumsempra!

And Hermione stopped them all with a complicated flick of the wand.

"Your spell knowledge hasn't increased very much, has it Pansy?"

Now, Pansy was as angry as Blaise was amused.

These two will make the best of friends! He thought.

"What have you done to the lot of them? Where is Drake and what have you done to him?" Pansy hollered.

"Well, your vocabulary hasn't become better either." Hermione muttered quite loudly.

Pansy ignored her, glared at her husband who turned his chuckle into a cough and continued,"You better answer me properly or else..."

Raising an eyebrow, Hermione half smilingly asked, " Or else? "

"Ummm, well.."

Sighing for what seemed to be the millionth time that evening, Hermione said,

"Your threatening skills haven't improved in the least either."

Now Blaise couldn't hold himself back.
He sat down and laughed. Loudly.
He looked like he was going to continue laughing until Draco arrived and Hermione saw no reason to make him see reason.
Blaise wasn't known for his restraining power anyway.
And weren't known for their bravery either.

On the other hand (Rather on the other side of the room)
Pansy stopped hollering when she noticed Blaise laughing his heart out and then started to holler even more.
She looked incensed enough to rip anyone who tried to silence her and Hermione saw no reason to face her 'wrath'.
Pansy was not known for her serenity anyway.
And Slytherins weren't known for their bravery either.

Serpentards réunion Part-5

The Shack : 08:10

Enter: The Slytherin (not as much as Draco , obviously.)

Daphne Greengrass weaved expertly through the Hogsmeade crowd, one which had increased considerably since Blaise and Pansy had come. Since it required no effort on her part to actually navigate the crowd, it left her to ponder over Draco's eccentric summons, not that she expected them to be otherwise. She wondered about who he married, whether he had kids, and so on. She was looking forward to meeting whoever his wife was, not that she imagined correctly.
Reaching the Shack, she walked in confidently , her boot heels clicking on the stone floor. Not that she didn't consider the possibility of a fraud letter but she was confident in her ability to hold her own against any foe. She had weathered through a war, hadn't she?She wasn't Blaise or Pansy or Nott or Flint or Pucey or worse, Goyle.
She noticed her fellow Slytherins slouched and disconnected from the world and laughing and hollering.
With no more than a cursory glance and a resigned shake of her head, she walked up to the woman in the shadows and held out a hand, "Daphne Greengrass "
Finally, thought Hermione , someone sensible.
With the same lazy grace she learnt from her husband, she stood up, "Hermione Malfoy"
Hermione closed her eyes in order to avoid seeing any after effects of her pronouncement. Then, she slowly peeked from under her lashes and saw a very intrigued Daphne.
Hermione heaved a huge sigh of relief and waved her to a chair.
"Please take a seat. "
Sitting down on her own seat, Hermione answered Daphne's unvoiced question as she too sat down.
" You are the first one to not succumb to any heart attack on hearing I married Malfoy. ""Not that I'm not grateful you haven't " she added as a after note .
Chuckling, Daphne said, " I suppose I'm surprised but I've learnt to never try and predict Draco ..."
" True. I've never tried to try it."
And there started a conversation about Draco and his shortcomings.
She looked like she was going to continue the discussion until Draco arrived and Hermione saw no reason to stop her.( She was enjoying the discussion, Daphne being the only other person apart from Narcissa and her mother with whom she had this particular discussion).
Daphne wasn't known for her histrionics anyway.
And Slytherins weren't known for their bravery either.

The Shack-08:12
Enter:The ultimate Slytherin...(who else can it be ?)

When Draco entered, he expected to see everyone waiting to see him.
He was slightly apprehensive.
Instead, he found...

Serpentards réunion Part-6

A fainted Goyle
A Pucey with his mouth open
A grumbling mumbling Nott
A Flint racking his head
A laughing Blaise
A hollering Pansy
A Daphne talking seriously to Hermione

Wait! Hermione! Hermione was talking to Daphne. He goggled at them for a while, then started getting annoyed.
No one was noticing him. Damn! He was Malfoy and no one was paying any attention.
He cleared his throat loudly.
All sound stopped. Time suspended for a while and everyone stared expectantly at Draco.
In his usual cocky tone and with his trademark smirk in place, " Hello everyone.
I hope I didn't keep you waiting." Hermione snorted loudly , Daphne stifled a laugh, Blaise smiled , Pansy stopped hollering to stare at Draco.
Draco continued " You seem to be waiting for my arrival."
Another snort.
Everyone now turned to Hermione and started asking her questions .
How did you meet ? Where'd you get married? And a whole range of questions.
Hermione was awed by their warmth, she thawed fast and they looked like they were on the way to becoming best buddies.
As for Pansy, she'd apologised for shouting earlier and so did Hermione for her comments and now the three women were having an animated conversation, no doubt about kids.
Blaise and the rest of the guys finally went up to Draco and Blaise quirked a brow.
" They seem to have become bosom bows..."
"Hmmm"
Flint finally remembered who Hermione was and congratulated Draco on his choice.
"Good one, mate"
Still with his smirk firmly in place, Draco replied, "Of course. Malfoys get the best. Always."
Hearing that, Hermione said, wryly, " Yeah. At least he admitted I'm the best."
And turned back to her discussion with the women .
Hermione had now gathered from Pansy that she and Blaise had a son, Aidan Zabini who was going to start Hogwarts that Daphne Greengrass nee Krum and Victor Krum had a younger daughter Maria Krum , who was in her first year and a elder son Vladimir Krum who was in his second year. On hearing the word Krum , Draco turned his head.
With a distasteful look that meant volumes, he said,"Ugh! You married that travesty of a Quidditch player. Bad choice, my dear."
Before Daphne could answer, Hermione defended Krum .
"He's nice and plays well. There's nothing wrong with marrying him. Actually, I'm looking forward to meeting him again."She glared at Draco who returned her glare and smiled at Daphne who returned her smile.
Pucey and Nott now started looking like their normal confident selves again and jumped right into the conversation .
Pucey was valiantly trying to stop himself from bursting into laughing.
Nott was smiling and said," Looks like all blown out wars are not so uncommon."
With this, the intensity of two glares fell on him and he promptly shut up.
Hermione and Draco started laughing themselves when everyone else started laughing with an unvoiced agreement so they could stop the fight brewing before it started and all heaved a silent sigh of relief when they succeeded in averting a disaster.
Camaraderie now firmly established, they proceeded to order Butterbeer and talked for the rest of the night.
When they started getting worried about their kids, with promises to meet again,(in the case of the women, to set up play dates for the kids,), all of them dispersed.
From the entrance, Hermione and Draco, who had a hand slung over her shoulder shouted goodbye before al of them disappeared with huge smiles on their faces.
Hermione and Draco finally looked at each other and before they apparared back home, Hermione said in such a quiet voice that Draco would have thought if he didn't see her lips move.
"Slytherins aren't so bad. They're actually ...
Nice"

Hold on for the bumpy ride ahead.

The Slytherins were a cakewalk weren't they?

Anticlimatic, if I say so myself.