Harry Potter and the True Muggles
By Trephinia Cealyn
Chapter 17 | Welcome to the Jungle
"Where are you going Flute?" Talon asked suspiciously. Flute pulled down the container of Floo Powder and smirked at him.
"I need to talk to Hermione." Flute smiled at him and tossed the Floo Powder onto the fire, "The Potters."
"Oh for posterity's sake." Talon sighed and followed her.
The Potter Residence
"Hello Flute," Hermione said dusting the girl off, "What brings you here so late?"
"I want to know about my father, and why your Tom's dad hates him," Flute declared. Talon tumbled out of the fireplace, "Oh there you are dear brother."
"Well Flute if you want to know so badly I will tell you," Hermione smiled at her, "You get more and more like your mother everyday," a sad look crossed her face, "Go fetch Tom he's been pestering me for this story a long time. I'll dust your brother off."
Flute ran up the stairs and knocked on Tom's door before bursting in a pulling the sheets off his bed.
"Ah! Who? What's there?" Tom said tumbling out of bed.
Flute giggled, "Snitch boxers?" She raised one eyebrow. "They're so cute Thomas," She collapsed on the floor in a heap of giggles.
"What do you want?" Tom asked wrapping the bed sheets around himself like a toga.
"Hermione's going to tell us about the whole Draco hates Harry thing!" Flute exclaimed, "Get dressed! Here I'll help you!"
"No that's alright I can take care of myself." Tom shut himself in his closet, "Could you leave so I can get dressed?"
Flute giggled and left.
"Is he coming?" Hermione asked.
Flute collapsed on the couch in more giggles.
Hermione smiled at her, "The snitch boxers I suppose."
Flute nodded.
"Alright I'm here let's get on with it," Tom sat next to Talon on the couch who had fallen asleep.
"Well Harry and your father come from two opposing bloodlines. They really never could have been friends even if they tried. Your father is a very proud man and in his first year he offered Harry his friendship. The highest honor a Malfoy can bestow on a person. Well Harry declined and not only that but for a Weasley and a 'mudblood.'"
Flute had a thoughtful look on her face, "You and Ron?"
Hermione nodded, "In fact if not for your mother Draco probably would have married Pansy Parkinson and become a Death Eater. Ginny and Draco started dating in her fourth year and in her fifth Ron found out. Now if anyone hates Draco more than Harry it's Ron…"
Three Hours Later
"And then he called me a mudblood and I hit him and Ron cursed him but it backfired…" Hermione looked up, "Hey their asleep, that's not very friendly."
"Granger!" Draco said stepping out of the fireplace, "Is this some kind of compulsion for you? Is it some ritualistic fascination with my children? Boring them to death with stories about the Boy who got Lucky?"
"Hello Draco," Hermione said calmly.
Draco scooped up Flute and Talon, "I buy them perfectly good beds. Top of the line and they insist on sleeping on your couch!" Draco strolled into the fireplace after throwing Floo Powder onto the fire, "Malfoy Mansion!"