Author's Note: I'm sorry for not being able to update this any sooner. It seems that another story I authored, "Who would Play WHO if Final Fantasy VIII were made into a movie" was against one of their rules about 'not submitting anything that has to do with Actors' and thus, I had been suspended from updating for six days. Six whole days! ARGH! I'm sorry about that. To make up for it, I plan to update more than one chapter, as I strive to do at least one a day. Again, I'm sorry! Oh… Please check out 'Overcome;' it's another little thing I authored; a song-fic (the song's called "Overcome" by Live.) Also check out "All I wanted" that I also authored. Thanks!
Snuffles' Stay
Chapter Four
The three men before her stared in a mixture of awe, surprise, and incredulousness. Sirius' jaw dropped, his eyes widened, Ron's ears turned a faint shade of red, and Harry's hands twitched. Hermione regarded them with a faint smile, turning around to expose her back flesh.
Ron stepped forward, the shade of pink in his ears deepening to a dark, flushing red. His fingers grasped a hold of the little metal zipper that rested at Hermione's waist, and slowly zipped the dress up. With his ears still red, he stepped back to admire his handy-work.
Hermione's face was as red as Ron's ears when she turned around. The dress fitted her perfectly, tight around her growing hips, but loose around her legs. She tilted her head downward, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"You look… beautiful, Hermione…" Harry said softly. His hands were still twitching slightly; he tried to hide them by putting them in his pockets.
"I'm sorry for making you… come in here… I just… felt like seeing something," crooned Hermione.
I don't mind, thought Sirius. She looks absolutely radiant. His thoughts flashed to a magazine Hermione had kept in her room; one with a picture of a muggle model on it. She could be on one of those Muggle magazines, if she wanted to; she's got the looks for it, for sure.
"Well, I'll, ah… Go and get dressed then, shall I?" She turned her back to them once more, and stepped into the dressing room. She receded once again, dressed in the clothes she wore when she had come in. "Come on, then." Hermione stepped toward the door.
"Where're we off to, now?" asked Ron, whose ears were still tinted red.
*****
Sirius walked behind the three; his eyes occasionally trailed down Hermione's body and rested on her bum, but, as quick as they occupied the view, he would shift them to the nothingness in front of him. With his peripheral vision, he could see Hermione's hips swaying gently as she walked.
"Maybe we should meet up with Mum now? The ice-cream parlor's right up the road here… See? There it is." Hermione's finger was pointed into the near distance, where a convenient-sized building stood, with giant lettering spelling, "Baskin Robins."
Harry's fingers wrapped around the cold metal door handle, pulled it open, and stood there, waiting for his accomplices to pass by first. Hermione was the first to enter; she grinned at Harry and muttered a short, "Thank you…" Ron entered, followed by Sirius, and finally, by Harry. The three sat at a table near the corner, waiting for Mrs. Granger.
"They've gotten some lovely sugarless ice-cream here. Mum's fond of it - as my parents are dentists, they don't really approve of sugar-filled candies. Really…" She shook her head softly, letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh! Mum! There you are! Over here!" Hermione waved her hand frantically in the air, flagging Mrs. Granger down to their table. Neither Hermione, Ron, or Harry had noticed Sirius's quick transformation.
"You three… haven't ordered anything, have you? Good, because I've just contacted Mr. Granger… we're going out to eat… You look so skinny, Harry, dear… like you're going to whither away if you don't eat something soon! I'm going to make sure you eat something good and fattening… with little sugar involved!" She smiled fondly down at the three.
Ron leaned over and whispered to Hermione through her hair. "Your Mum's a regular nutter!"'
Hermione's face contorted into a lop-sided smile. "Ron!" she whispered back. "She's just… hormonally unbalanced right now! She can't help it! I read so in a A mother's guide to motherness! See! It's fact, Ron, fact!"
He shrugged, and turned to Harry, who was staring down at Snuffles. "When'd he do that?" Ron asked Harry. Mrs. Granger had heard him and cocked up an eyebrow.
"Who's done what, dear? There's something on my face, isn't there? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I must have made a fool of myself… Oh no… what am I going to do?" she pouted softly, pulling a compact out of her purse. "There's… nothing on my face! You're just trying to trick me, aren't you, you little tricksters? Yes, I know how you are. I've gotten one or two owls from your school explaining a few things about what you've done…" Her eyes flashed down at Hermione.
"Never would I have figured that my daughter would have succumbed to doing bad things! Especially like that! It was you two who dragged her into it, wasn't it?" her eyes begun to flash dangerously. "I understand that maybe you felt that you had to have a little more attention? Well… that's alright, dears… it's… it's not your fault…" She pouted softly, and turned around. "Lets go, now, shall we?"
Harry and Ron glanced over at Hermione, wide eyed. "What… is up with your Mum? That's a little more than hormonally unbalanced!" mouthed Harry. He knew how pregnancies were; Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia decided that since their little Duddy-dinkums was going to be at Smeltings for the whole school year, they wanted something… someone else to keep them company during that time. They decided to have another baby. Dudley, however, was none too keen on this, whining profusely about how the baby's get all the attention, and Dudley would end up living in the cupboard under the stairs.
Harry knew, however, that it was nearly impossible for Dudley to live in the cupboard underneath the stairs… the room was snug, and Dudley, who was roughly the size of a baby Killer Whale, would not be able to squeeze himself into the cupboard, without squashing all of the oxygen out of it, too.
The group followed Mrs. Granger out of Baskin Robins, and proceeded to drive to the nearest buffet. They left Snuffles inside of the car, but when they left the buffet and entered the car again, they stored treats for Snuffles in their pockets. They drove back to the Granger's home, and Ron departed by Floo powder, but as it would take longer to take Harry home (the Dursleys weren't connected to the Floo network and he would have to go home by car) they decided that he should spend the night, and go home in the morning.
Hermione led Harry up to the guest room and got him settled in. Mr. Granger had told Harry to bring extra clothes; just in case, so he was all prepared for the night. "Harry?" Hermione asked as he threw himself onto the bed.
"Hmm?" Harry asked, aware of Snuffles jumping onto the bed, too.
"Help me think of names for the baby."
Harry arched an eyebrow. "…How about… Dudley…" he joked.
Hermione's eyes widened dramatically. "Oh yes. That's something wonderful, isn't it? Baby Dudley Granger. Oh! Hermione… isn't that your brother? Baby Dudley?" She shook her head.
"Well, I say you stick with Remus, like you said before," came Sirius' voice.
"Yeah, I like Remus," added Harry, glancing over at Sirius, who was lying next to him. "And… Lily if it's a girl!" Harry sat up, rubbing the side of his head with his palm. "It sounds good… plus it was my Mum's name, and all…" He shot Hermione a slim grin.
"That's what I thought of, too, Harry!"
"Why don't you suggest 'Sirius' to your Mum?" Sirius asked with a slightly jokish tone.
"Uh huh… have my baby brother named after an escaped convict, and a constellation; The Dog Star!" Hermione gave Sirius an acidly humorous smile.
"That hurts, you know!" Sirius claimed, clasping his hand to his heart. "My heart! It's failing to beat at such words!"
"Good," Hermione said. "Maybe then there would be some peace in the world!"
"I highly doubt it," Harry added. "Sirius has done nothing for the world… nothing important, at least." Sirius shot him a look. "Well.. not that I know of, anyway."
"I'll have you know that I once conjured up a potion that gave Severus Snape boils for a week!"
"Once? I would have done it loads of times!" inquired Harry.
"Yeah, well… He kind of got back at me by giving me a horrendous amount of acne that wouldn't clear up for a week, too."
"That must have been fetching," muttered Hermione.
"It was… That Moaning Myrtle nutter couldn't keep her eyes off of me! Kept coming in the boys bathroom to spy on me."
Harry's face flushed crimson. It was no secret that Moaning Myrtle fancied him. "I feel your pain," was all he said.
Hermione gave a short laugh, stood, and walked to the door. "Night, guys…" she murmured, opened the door, and walked out, shutting it softly behind her. Only two doors down was her bedroom; not a very far walk. She entered her room, shut her door, and sat on her bed.
Her fingers traced over the CD player next to her. She turned on the stereo, and laid back, turning off the lamp next to her bed.
I bet you'd never come down from your tower for me
I'll let you take it real slow while I try to decide
Never would've loved you, should have left this town
Never would've loved you now that things got turned around.
*****
Hermione woke to the chiming of her alarm clock and looked over, noticing that her stereo was still playing. She turned off both the clock and the stereo, sat up, and presumed to get dressed. It was only Six O'clock in the morning, but she felt as though she had rested for thirteen hours or more.
She glanced down at the trunk resting at the foot of her bed and gave a sigh. They had bought her sixth year supplies last year, before her fifth year, so Hermione would have a bit of extra reading. However, she hadn't cracked even An Advanced Placement of Spells, Grade 6, so there they were, resting in her trunk.
A rapping on the door startled her. A head poked through, grinning maliciously. "Hermioneeee! Wake up! Your Dad says that you can go with us to drop me off at the Dursleys."
Hermione laughed softly and walked toward the door. "Alright, Harry. Is Snuffles up to going?"
Harry blinked, and stared at her. "Snuffles, eh? You ask him! He's sleeping still… the lazy bum." He shook his head. "Hurry up, hurry up!"
"What? You're in that much of a hurry to get to the Dursley's?"
"Well, that and…" Hermione stepped through the door, and Harry quickly pressed his lips against hers. Hermione was startled, and gave a startled yelp.
"Why does that always seem to happen to me?" She said aloud. Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry, who laughed hysterically, and walked back into the guest room. "Boys!" she cursed, and shook her head.
"Hermione, Harry, we're ready to go! If you want that dog to come, you'd better hurry up!"
They woke up Snuffles and all three got into the car. Snuffles' head hung out the window, his lips flung out in the wind. WEEEEEE! he implied, grinning doggishly.
Mr. Granger pulled into the Dursley's drive, and Harry and Hermione stepped out. They walked to the front door, and Harry opened it. The two of them walked inside; Harry led Hermione up the stairs and into his room, where they deposited Harry's things. When they walked back down the stairs, Hermione met Dudley, who was oogling at her.
"Harry… why is he staring at me like that?" Hermione asked.
"Because he's never seen a female let alone one that would hang out with me." He gave a short laugh. "I think he fancies you."
Hermione suppressed a gag, and walked toward the front door. "Bye, Harry… see you September First!"
"Why not earlier? Aren't you going to get your school things in Diagon Alley?"
"I've already gotten them for a light Summer reading!"
She walked out of the door and stepped into the car. When the Grangers were well off of Privet Drive, Dudley turned to Harry, his beady eyes bugging out of his fat face.
"How in the world did you end up being friends with her?" he asked.
"My animal magnetism. You know… since I'm a wizard and all, I put a spell on myself. It makes me irresistible to women…" he joked.
Dudley's beady eyes sunk back into his head. He gave Harry a look of utter disapproval, and screeched, "MUM! HARRY'S SAID THAT HE -" before he could finish, Harry turned and walked away, heading back up the stairs.
Harry entered his room and stared at his bed. "I really hate this stupid house," he muttered, before throwing himself on his bed. He picked the headset off of the bedside stand and put it on his ears, turned it on, and sank into the comfort of his pillow.
Everybody loves stars
Everyone fell into her world she made here
Where everybody rates love, but I don't care
Cause it's her world; she made me
Disclaimers: Harry Potter is © of the Ever-so Talented J.K. Rowling. The songs featured here… "Same Drug" and "Confession" are © to 'Cold.'
The three men before her stared in a mixture of awe, surprise, and incredulousness. Sirius' jaw dropped, his eyes widened, Ron's ears turned a faint shade of red, and Harry's hands twitched. Hermione regarded them with a faint smile, turning around to expose her back flesh.
Ron stepped forward, the shade of pink in his ears deepening to a dark, flushing red. His fingers grasped a hold of the little metal zipper that rested at Hermione's waist, and slowly zipped the dress up. With his ears still red, he stepped back to admire his handy-work.
Hermione's face was as red as Ron's ears when she turned around. The dress fitted her perfectly, tight around her growing hips, but loose around her legs. She tilted her head downward, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"You look… beautiful, Hermione…" Harry said softly. His hands were still twitching slightly; he tried to hide them by putting them in his pockets.
"I'm sorry for making you… come in here… I just… felt like seeing something," crooned Hermione.
I don't mind, thought Sirius. She looks absolutely radiant. His thoughts flashed to a magazine Hermione had kept in her room; one with a picture of a muggle model on it. She could be on one of those Muggle magazines, if she wanted to; she's got the looks for it, for sure.
"Well, I'll, ah… Go and get dressed then, shall I?" She turned her back to them once more, and stepped into the dressing room. She receded once again, dressed in the clothes she wore when she had come in. "Come on, then." Hermione stepped toward the door.
"Where're we off to, now?" asked Ron, whose ears were still tinted red.
Sirius walked behind the three; his eyes occasionally trailed down Hermione's body and rested on her bum, but, as quick as they occupied the view, he would shift them to the nothingness in front of him. With his peripheral vision, he could see Hermione's hips swaying gently as she walked.
"Maybe we should meet up with Mum now? The ice-cream parlor's right up the road here… See? There it is." Hermione's finger was pointed into the near distance, where a convenient-sized building stood, with giant lettering spelling, "Baskin Robins."
Harry's fingers wrapped around the cold metal door handle, pulled it open, and stood there, waiting for his accomplices to pass by first. Hermione was the first to enter; she grinned at Harry and muttered a short, "Thank you…" Ron entered, followed by Sirius, and finally, by Harry. The three sat at a table near the corner, waiting for Mrs. Granger.
"They've gotten some lovely sugarless ice-cream here. Mum's fond of it - as my parents are dentists, they don't really approve of sugar-filled candies. Really…" She shook her head softly, letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh! Mum! There you are! Over here!" Hermione waved her hand frantically in the air, flagging Mrs. Granger down to their table. Neither Hermione, Ron, or Harry had noticed Sirius's quick transformation.
"You three… haven't ordered anything, have you? Good, because I've just contacted Mr. Granger… we're going out to eat… You look so skinny, Harry, dear… like you're going to whither away if you don't eat something soon! I'm going to make sure you eat something good and fattening… with little sugar involved!" She smiled fondly down at the three.
Ron leaned over and whispered to Hermione through her hair. "Your Mum's a regular nutter!"'
Hermione's face contorted into a lop-sided smile. "Ron!" she whispered back. "She's just… hormonally unbalanced right now! She can't help it! I read so in a A mother's guide to motherness! See! It's fact, Ron, fact!"
He shrugged, and turned to Harry, who was staring down at Snuffles. "When'd he do that?" Ron asked Harry. Mrs. Granger had heard him and cocked up an eyebrow.
"Who's done what, dear? There's something on my face, isn't there? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I must have made a fool of myself… Oh no… what am I going to do?" she pouted softly, pulling a compact out of her purse. "There's… nothing on my face! You're just trying to trick me, aren't you, you little tricksters? Yes, I know how you are. I've gotten one or two owls from your school explaining a few things about what you've done…" Her eyes flashed down at Hermione.
"Never would I have figured that my daughter would have succumbed to doing bad things! Especially like that! It was you two who dragged her into it, wasn't it?" her eyes begun to flash dangerously. "I understand that maybe you felt that you had to have a little more attention? Well… that's alright, dears… it's… it's not your fault…" She pouted softly, and turned around. "Lets go, now, shall we?"
Harry and Ron glanced over at Hermione, wide eyed. "What… is up with your Mum? That's a little more than hormonally unbalanced!" mouthed Harry. He knew how pregnancies were; Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia decided that since their little Duddy-dinkums was going to be at Smeltings for the whole school year, they wanted something… someone else to keep them company during that time. They decided to have another baby. Dudley, however, was none too keen on this, whining profusely about how the baby's get all the attention, and Dudley would end up living in the cupboard under the stairs.
Harry knew, however, that it was nearly impossible for Dudley to live in the cupboard underneath the stairs… the room was snug, and Dudley, who was roughly the size of a baby Killer Whale, would not be able to squeeze himself into the cupboard, without squashing all of the oxygen out of it, too.
The group followed Mrs. Granger out of Baskin Robins, and proceeded to drive to the nearest buffet. They left Snuffles inside of the car, but when they left the buffet and entered the car again, they stored treats for Snuffles in their pockets. They drove back to the Granger's home, and Ron departed by Floo powder, but as it would take longer to take Harry home (the Dursleys weren't connected to the Floo network and he would have to go home by car) they decided that he should spend the night, and go home in the morning.
Hermione led Harry up to the guest room and got him settled in. Mr. Granger had told Harry to bring extra clothes; just in case, so he was all prepared for the night. "Harry?" Hermione asked as he threw himself onto the bed.
"Hmm?" Harry asked, aware of Snuffles jumping onto the bed, too.
"Help me think of names for the baby."
Harry arched an eyebrow. "…How about… Dudley…" he joked.
Hermione's eyes widened dramatically. "Oh yes. That's something wonderful, isn't it? Baby Dudley Granger. Oh! Hermione… isn't that your brother? Baby Dudley?" She shook her head.
"Well, I say you stick with Remus, like you said before," came Sirius' voice.
"Yeah, I like Remus," added Harry, glancing over at Sirius, who was lying next to him. "And… Lily if it's a girl!" Harry sat up, rubbing the side of his head with his palm. "It sounds good… plus it was my Mum's name, and all…" He shot Hermione a slim grin.
"That's what I thought of, too, Harry!"
"Why don't you suggest 'Sirius' to your Mum?" Sirius asked with a slightly jokish tone.
"Uh huh… have my baby brother named after an escaped convict, and a constellation; The Dog Star!" Hermione gave Sirius an acidly humorous smile.
"That hurts, you know!" Sirius claimed, clasping his hand to his heart. "My heart! It's failing to beat at such words!"
"Good," Hermione said. "Maybe then there would be some peace in the world!"
"I highly doubt it," Harry added. "Sirius has done nothing for the world… nothing important, at least." Sirius shot him a look. "Well.. not that I know of, anyway."
"I'll have you know that I once conjured up a potion that gave Severus Snape boils for a week!"
"Once? I would have done it loads of times!" inquired Harry.
"Yeah, well… He kind of got back at me by giving me a horrendous amount of acne that wouldn't clear up for a week, too."
"That must have been fetching," muttered Hermione.
"It was… That Moaning Myrtle nutter couldn't keep her eyes off of me! Kept coming in the boys bathroom to spy on me."
Harry's face flushed crimson. It was no secret that Moaning Myrtle fancied him. "I feel your pain," was all he said.
Hermione gave a short laugh, stood, and walked to the door. "Night, guys…" she murmured, opened the door, and walked out, shutting it softly behind her. Only two doors down was her bedroom; not a very far walk. She entered her room, shut her door, and sat on her bed.
Her fingers traced over the CD player next to her. She turned on the stereo, and laid back, turning off the lamp next to her bed.
I'll let you take it real slow while I try to decide
Never would've loved you, should have left this town
Never would've loved you now that things got turned around.
*****
Hermione woke to the chiming of her alarm clock and looked over, noticing that her stereo was still playing. She turned off both the clock and the stereo, sat up, and presumed to get dressed. It was only Six O'clock in the morning, but she felt as though she had rested for thirteen hours or more.
She glanced down at the trunk resting at the foot of her bed and gave a sigh. They had bought her sixth year supplies last year, before her fifth year, so Hermione would have a bit of extra reading. However, she hadn't cracked even An Advanced Placement of Spells, Grade 6, so there they were, resting in her trunk.
A rapping on the door startled her. A head poked through, grinning maliciously. "Hermioneeee! Wake up! Your Dad says that you can go with us to drop me off at the Dursleys."
Hermione laughed softly and walked toward the door. "Alright, Harry. Is Snuffles up to going?"
Harry blinked, and stared at her. "Snuffles, eh? You ask him! He's sleeping still… the lazy bum." He shook his head. "Hurry up, hurry up!"
"What? You're in that much of a hurry to get to the Dursley's?"
"Well, that and…" Hermione stepped through the door, and Harry quickly pressed his lips against hers. Hermione was startled, and gave a startled yelp.
"Why does that always seem to happen to me?" She said aloud. Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry, who laughed hysterically, and walked back into the guest room. "Boys!" she cursed, and shook her head.
"Hermione, Harry, we're ready to go! If you want that dog to come, you'd better hurry up!"
They woke up Snuffles and all three got into the car. Snuffles' head hung out the window, his lips flung out in the wind. WEEEEEE! he implied, grinning doggishly.
Mr. Granger pulled into the Dursley's drive, and Harry and Hermione stepped out. They walked to the front door, and Harry opened it. The two of them walked inside; Harry led Hermione up the stairs and into his room, where they deposited Harry's things. When they walked back down the stairs, Hermione met Dudley, who was oogling at her.
"Harry… why is he staring at me like that?" Hermione asked.
"Because he's never seen a female let alone one that would hang out with me." He gave a short laugh. "I think he fancies you."
Hermione suppressed a gag, and walked toward the front door. "Bye, Harry… see you September First!"
"Why not earlier? Aren't you going to get your school things in Diagon Alley?"
"I've already gotten them for a light Summer reading!"
She walked out of the door and stepped into the car. When the Grangers were well off of Privet Drive, Dudley turned to Harry, his beady eyes bugging out of his fat face.
"How in the world did you end up being friends with her?" he asked.
"My animal magnetism. You know… since I'm a wizard and all, I put a spell on myself. It makes me irresistible to women…" he joked.
Dudley's beady eyes sunk back into his head. He gave Harry a look of utter disapproval, and screeched, "MUM! HARRY'S SAID THAT HE -" before he could finish, Harry turned and walked away, heading back up the stairs.
Harry entered his room and stared at his bed. "I really hate this stupid house," he muttered, before throwing himself on his bed. He picked the headset off of the bedside stand and put it on his ears, turned it on, and sank into the comfort of his pillow.
Everyone fell into her world she made here
Where everybody rates love, but I don't care
Cause it's her world; she made me
Disclaimers: Harry Potter is © of the Ever-so Talented J.K. Rowling. The songs featured here… "Same Drug" and "Confession" are © to 'Cold.'