Maltratar Camp
Chapter 38 - Pillow fight
It took Seth and Severus about three weeks to refurnish their home. They could have done it in a day or two with magic, but Seth had protested.
"When we're getting new furniture I want to build it up by hand," he'd said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Doing it with magic is cheating."
"Oh well," Severus had replied. "If you want to, we can. But don't start complaining that it's too hard!" In response his son had shrugged.
Now the two sat in the pup-like kitchen, drinking ice-cold water. They were both proud of what they'd achieved.
Moments later the fireplace in the living room changed colours, and three people got out: Minerva, Draco and Millie.
"Oh, you've refurnished!" Minerva exclaimed, looking at the modern-style reading corner with a comfy cow-like couch, star-lamps and the sitting space with two more couches and two armchairs: all looking like cows. Seth had talked Severus into designing the living room looking like a herd of cows to take any visitors which came through the floo-network by surprise.
"Yup."
"Seth!" Millie embraced her twin. "Oh, you don't believe how much fun it had been with Mum!"
"And I can't believe that Uncle Sev let you choose cow couches," Draco said, shaking his head.
"Oh, can't you?" Severus stood in the doorway, smirking.
"Good day, Severus," Minerva said. "I just wanted to drop of Millie and Draco. I still got a lot of work to do..." A moment later the woman had disappeared back into the fire.
Millie and Seth exchanged glances. They had to do something. Their parents never stayed in the same room for more than a few minutes except when they had to, like at the meals or at meetings.
"Seth, why don't you show Millie and Draco your bedroom?" Severus suggested.
Minerva took a deep breath once she was in her house again. What was going on? There was something in the air. Something bad.
"I'm bored," Seth said, staring up at the white ceiling. He lay on his pastel-green sleeping coach. Hermione sat at his desk and Draco was sprawled across the linoleum floor.
"Tell me!" he said, yawning.
"How about a game?"
"We're not children, Millie," Draco groaned, sitting up.
"I'll just get a bottle and we can play spin the bottle." Millie was already out of the door, so none of the boys could stop her.
Millie's room had the same furniture as Seth's, only that his was in green and hers in blue. She took an empty water bottle from her desk and went back to the boys.
"Did you think about that we're both twins?" Seth asked as soon as Millie was in his bedroom again.
"And? That doesn't stop us from kissing each other on the cheek."
"It's more fun at Hogwarts," Draco pointed out. "Here we're just three. In Hogwarts we could be eight or even ten."
"I don't think you'd fancy kissing Seamus or Weasley," Millie shot back. She made her twin and friend sit down beside her in a circle, and then she spun the bottle.
At first Seth and Draco didn't want to play, but after a few kisses on the cheek they both quiet liked it. It was only when Draco spun the bottle and it's neck pointed at Seth that they wanted to stop.
"Oh, don't be such chickens," Millie said. "It's only a quick kiss on the cheek."
"You're a girl, for you it's easy to say that," Draco complained.
"Come on, pussy!" Seth muttered, grabbing Draco's head. Before Malfoy knew what had happened Seth had kissed him on the cheek.
"Ewe," he grimaced.
"Was it so bad?" Millie tried not to laugh as she watched her brother spitting on the floor disgustedly and Draco rubbing his cheek furiously. "It was only a kiss."
"I'll pay you back!" Draco suddenly shouted, kissing Millie on the mouth.
"Oh, Draco Malfoy, you're in so dead!" Millie screamed, pushing the boy away from her.
"What's going on in here?" Severus demanded, popping his head into the door. A second later a pillow hit him in the face and he heard Seth yell, "Pillow fight!"