"Ennervate" a voice in the distance said and Hermione felt adrenaline fill her.
Her eyes snapped open and she quickly shut then for it was very bright in the room.
She slowly opened them again to see that Harry was standing over her, Ron and Sirius
were sitting at the table looking over at her. "Have I died?" Hermione asked "No,"
Harry said "We rescued you from the Malfoy Manor." Ron stood and came to Hermione's
bedside. "Hermione, I know this isn't the 'hey-haven't-seen-you-in-forever' talk but
you need to answer some questions that we have for you." "But you're suppose to be
dead." She said, "Hermione" Harry said "Please answer our questions and we'll answer
yours in time." Hermione nodded, completely confused, her brain was a little fuzzy but
she tried to focus. She scratched at an itch that was behind her ear and realized that
she was wearing plain black robes. She blushed furiously when she remembered that last
night she hadn't been wearing anything, who had dressed her? As this thought crossed
her mind, she thought about last night and she realized what they had done. Harry, or
Ron, or maybe it was Sirius had tried to kill Draco. She suddenly became aware that
they might have done so after they had knocked her out. "Did you kill Draco?" Hermione
asked before Harry, Ron, or Sirius could ask her a question. Harry shook his head
"no" and she breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione scratched behind her ear again and
then crossed her arms over her chest. "Why have you kidnapped me?" Harry beckoned
to her "Hermi, why don't you sit down?" she did as she was asked to and waited for
an explanation. "Well," Harry began "We've succeeded in killing Voldemort a couple
of months ago, but no one really knows because Voldemort's second in command
refuses to tell the other Death Eaters about it. It was rumored that Voldemorts
SIC (short for second in command) was looking for a wife to produce a heir to the
Voldemort Empire but was unsuccessful." "As far as we knew," Ron added in, cutting
into Harry's story, taking up where he left off "So then, on top of that, we get an
owl from you saying your going to get married. Harry stopped thinking rationally,
wondering when would be a good time to apparate to you and to tell you that," Harry
cut Ron off "To tell you that I still love you Hermi, and that I still want to marry
you." Hermione throat seemed to close and with great difficulty she took a breath and
she scratched the ever-growing itch behind her ear. "Then," Ron said picking up the
story again "We receive the owl from you saying that you were married and to, who we
think is, Voldemort's SIC!" "Now wait one moment!" Hermione interrupted them "There
is no way that Draco could be Voldemort's SIC, he works at the Ministry." "What
department?" Harry asked "Department of Wizard and Witch Health and Magical Remadies."
"Oh Hermione" Harry sighed, "There is no such department." Hermione opened her mouth
to defend her husband, but quickly shut it. Harry was right, there was no such
department. Hermione scratched the itch behind her ear furiously, "How could I have
been so stupid?" "This brings us to our first question" Ron started, looking
uncomfortable. "We need to know, well, um, have you, well, have you and Draco, er"
Ron's ears turned pink, "Have you and Draco, well, being husband and wife, they,
well" Hermione looked confused, "Have we what?" "Have you two slept together?"
Asked Ron, saying it in a rush. Hermione was completely shocked by the question,
expecting to hear something like "Have you and Draco even talked before?" or
"Are you and Draco even friends" but not that question. Hermione scratched behind
her ear, opening her mouth to tell them that it was none of their business, but
Sirius stopped her. "Of course she has," Sirius said matter-of-factly, Ron, Harry
and Hermione looking at him perplexed. "When a witch is pregnant, she'll scratched
her forehead, if she's pregnant with twins, she'll scratch her nose, and with
triplets, behind her ear." "W-What?" Hermione gaped at Sirius "Triplets??" Sirius
nodded and took a gulp of his drink, as if there was nothing wrong with this statement.
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Her eyes snapped open and she quickly shut then for it was very bright in the room.
She slowly opened them again to see that Harry was standing over her, Ron and Sirius
were sitting at the table looking over at her. "Have I died?" Hermione asked "No,"
Harry said "We rescued you from the Malfoy Manor." Ron stood and came to Hermione's
bedside. "Hermione, I know this isn't the 'hey-haven't-seen-you-in-forever' talk but
you need to answer some questions that we have for you." "But you're suppose to be
dead." She said, "Hermione" Harry said "Please answer our questions and we'll answer
yours in time." Hermione nodded, completely confused, her brain was a little fuzzy but
she tried to focus. She scratched at an itch that was behind her ear and realized that
she was wearing plain black robes. She blushed furiously when she remembered that last
night she hadn't been wearing anything, who had dressed her? As this thought crossed
her mind, she thought about last night and she realized what they had done. Harry, or
Ron, or maybe it was Sirius had tried to kill Draco. She suddenly became aware that
they might have done so after they had knocked her out. "Did you kill Draco?" Hermione
asked before Harry, Ron, or Sirius could ask her a question. Harry shook his head
"no" and she breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione scratched behind her ear again and
then crossed her arms over her chest. "Why have you kidnapped me?" Harry beckoned
to her "Hermi, why don't you sit down?" she did as she was asked to and waited for
an explanation. "Well," Harry began "We've succeeded in killing Voldemort a couple
of months ago, but no one really knows because Voldemort's second in command
refuses to tell the other Death Eaters about it. It was rumored that Voldemorts
SIC (short for second in command) was looking for a wife to produce a heir to the
Voldemort Empire but was unsuccessful." "As far as we knew," Ron added in, cutting
into Harry's story, taking up where he left off "So then, on top of that, we get an
owl from you saying your going to get married. Harry stopped thinking rationally,
wondering when would be a good time to apparate to you and to tell you that," Harry
cut Ron off "To tell you that I still love you Hermi, and that I still want to marry
you." Hermione throat seemed to close and with great difficulty she took a breath and
she scratched the ever-growing itch behind her ear. "Then," Ron said picking up the
story again "We receive the owl from you saying that you were married and to, who we
think is, Voldemort's SIC!" "Now wait one moment!" Hermione interrupted them "There
is no way that Draco could be Voldemort's SIC, he works at the Ministry." "What
department?" Harry asked "Department of Wizard and Witch Health and Magical Remadies."
"Oh Hermione" Harry sighed, "There is no such department." Hermione opened her mouth
to defend her husband, but quickly shut it. Harry was right, there was no such
department. Hermione scratched the itch behind her ear furiously, "How could I have
been so stupid?" "This brings us to our first question" Ron started, looking
uncomfortable. "We need to know, well, um, have you, well, have you and Draco, er"
Ron's ears turned pink, "Have you and Draco, well, being husband and wife, they,
well" Hermione looked confused, "Have we what?" "Have you two slept together?"
Asked Ron, saying it in a rush. Hermione was completely shocked by the question,
expecting to hear something like "Have you and Draco even talked before?" or
"Are you and Draco even friends" but not that question. Hermione scratched behind
her ear, opening her mouth to tell them that it was none of their business, but
Sirius stopped her. "Of course she has," Sirius said matter-of-factly, Ron, Harry
and Hermione looking at him perplexed. "When a witch is pregnant, she'll scratched
her forehead, if she's pregnant with twins, she'll scratch her nose, and with
triplets, behind her ear." "W-What?" Hermione gaped at Sirius "Triplets??" Sirius
nodded and took a gulp of his drink, as if there was nothing wrong with this statement.
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