Chapter 5 : Hermione's Parents
Recap on the last chapter : When she entered the kitchen, she let out a scream as Malfoy jumped on her.
___________________ Malfoy jumped out at Hermione and tackled her to the ground single handed. Malfoy's other arm was behind his back. "What are you doing you dragon dung?" Malfoy didn't answer. He was smirking the whole time. "WHA--" before Hermione could finish her question, Malfoy quickly wagged a piece of dragon liver in her face, so close that her lips almost touched the liver.
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" Hermione screamed as Malfoy wagged a piece of dragon liver in her face. "Get that. that. DRAGON LIVER OUT OF MY FACE!" Hermione roared. Malfoy laughed and laughed. Hermione merely glowered up at him, anger boiling inside of her, ready to boil out of her body. Malfoy still stood there laughing his head off. Then, suddenly his laugh was cut short by a loud, SMACK! Malfoy let out a frustrated yowl. Ah, Yes, Hermione had slapped him right across the face like she had done many years before. But this time Malfoy reeled backwards and into the Granger's refridgerator. Hermione then jumped on him and tried to hit Malfoy on any spot that was available to hit. As she was hitting him, she was shouting words like, "you inconceivable prat. bloody brainless git! I hate your freaking ass!" Of course hitting him didn't last too long because Malfoy grabbed both of her wrists and managed to wrestle the squirming Hermione off of him.
"How DARE you touch me, you slimy mud blood."
"Fuck you Ferret."
"I'm a Malfoy, you're a Mud blood, don't you dare slap me!"
"Then don't touch me Malfoy." With that Hermione made a move to bite Malfoy's hand, but he simply crossed her arms together and locked them on her chest. well, with great difficulty.
"Apologize."
"NO!"
"Apologize. NOW!"
"NEVER! Make me you worthless git!"
"Now dare you. a mud blood like you calling me names?"
"Oh yeah, not like you call me names!"
"That's because I'm a MALFOY."
Hermione snorted while Malfoy's eyes went wide with shock at her behavior and loosened his grip. It was at that moment when Hermione seized the chance to wiggle out of Malfoy's grip and give him a good hard kick in his groin with her knees. AGAIN. "Ooh." Malfoy doubled over, and Hermione lifted him off the ground, and glared at Malfoy who had his eyes screwed shut in pain. With that, Hermione slowly released Malfoy and stomped to the pantry and got out a box of cereals and other necessities; completely ignoring Malfoy, who had finally recovered from the pain. Malfoy glared at her, and Hermione glared at Malfoy so hard that Malfoy forgot about what Hermione had done to him and added a bit of what he thought was a dry humor to the situation.
"WHOA Granger, what do you do besides studying? Work out?"
"SHUT IT, MALFOY!"
"Temper, temper, why do you always have to have such a temper."
"I SAID SHUT IT!"
"I'll shut it if you prepare my breakfast."
"No."
"Okay," Malfoy said, sounding eerily cheerful, *Malfoy singing at the top of his lungs* "I'VE GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS. LALALA~ HERE THEY ARE ALL STANDING IN A ROW. BIG ONE-"
"Okay, okay! I'll prepare your breakfast, just shut your nasty little face!"
Hermione slammed her cereal bowl onto the table and savagely jerked open her refridgerator and yanked out the milk and the orange juice along. Hermione stomped back to the pantry and grabbed a box of tea and literally threw it on the kitchen table. The whole time Malfoy was smirking. He knew that he'd win no matter what the cost was. Suddenly, without knowing it, Malfoy began to imagine Hermione had his wife with children sitting across from him giggling and slipping orange juice while Hermione was cooking and Malfoy himself was sipping some tea. The thought made Malfoy almost smile to himself as Hermione was angrily bustling around the kitchen grabbing several necessities. Then a loud slam on the table made Malfoy jump back into reality. Hermione just slammed a bowl of fruits down in front of Malfoy and slammed her butt down on a chair that was the furthest away from Malfoy himself.
Several minutes later, while Hermione was lounging on the couch thinking about ways to get Malfoy back, the telephone rang. For a minute, Hermione didn't hear it and went on thinking about ways of revenge. After the seventh ring Hermione jumped, and realized that her phone was ringing. Sighing to herself, Hermione picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hermione, Honey, this is mum."
"Oh mum, hello. How was Hong Kong?"
"Fine dear, honey, we just got out of the plane and we'll be there within five minutes."
"Ummmm, mum, why can't you stay out a little longer?"
"Don't be silly honey, you know that we'd like to meet your friend."
"But, mum."
"Don't argue with me honey."
"Yes mum. I'll see you later."
"Bye honey."
Hermione scowled to herself. *I can't believe that mum and dad fell for what Malfoy said!* Hermione shook the thoughts out of her head and yelled, "Oy! Ferret! Get down here!" To Hermione's disgust (which was definitely not surprising) she heard Malfoy's annoying retort. "Don't order me around, Mud blood." Hermione sucked in her breath to keep herself from screaming, and clenched her fists tightly to keep herself from attacking Malfoy.
"Get down here, you git." Hermione managed to spit out.
"What?" Malfoy came halfway down the stairs looking deeply annoyed. Hermione rolled her eyeballs up at the ceiling and slowly counted to ten in her head.
"Listen to me, Malfoy, mum and dad are coming soon, so you'd better behave yourself."
"Those muggles?"
"Don't insult my parents!"
"Well they're stupid muggles, are they not?"
"Shut it, you prejudiced pure blood."
Malfoy half-skipped down the rest of the stairs and sat lazily on the Granger's couch. Hermione glared at Malfoy who smirked back at her. Then, "listen to me, my parents called three minutes ago, and they're on their way." Malfoy smirked some more. Hermione tried to control herself from strangling him to death. "They'll be here within two minutes." Malfoy kept smirking, and then finally:
"Oh, well, there's no need for me to greet a bunch of muggles like them."
"There's nothing wrong with muggles." Hermione said, her voice sounding dangerously close to strangling him.
"Oh yes there is. They don't have magical powers."
"AND?" Hermione yelled.
"So that makes them the scum on my shoes."
That did it. Hermione flew at Malfoy her fingers curled into position to choke the living hell out of Malfoy. She felt the silky skin against her fingers and just as she was about to clamp her fingers tightly around Malfoy's neck, a voice sounded, "HERMIONE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR FRIEND?" Hermione hastily let go and was face to face with her Parents.
Recap on the last chapter : When she entered the kitchen, she let out a scream as Malfoy jumped on her.
___________________ Malfoy jumped out at Hermione and tackled her to the ground single handed. Malfoy's other arm was behind his back. "What are you doing you dragon dung?" Malfoy didn't answer. He was smirking the whole time. "WHA--" before Hermione could finish her question, Malfoy quickly wagged a piece of dragon liver in her face, so close that her lips almost touched the liver.
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" Hermione screamed as Malfoy wagged a piece of dragon liver in her face. "Get that. that. DRAGON LIVER OUT OF MY FACE!" Hermione roared. Malfoy laughed and laughed. Hermione merely glowered up at him, anger boiling inside of her, ready to boil out of her body. Malfoy still stood there laughing his head off. Then, suddenly his laugh was cut short by a loud, SMACK! Malfoy let out a frustrated yowl. Ah, Yes, Hermione had slapped him right across the face like she had done many years before. But this time Malfoy reeled backwards and into the Granger's refridgerator. Hermione then jumped on him and tried to hit Malfoy on any spot that was available to hit. As she was hitting him, she was shouting words like, "you inconceivable prat. bloody brainless git! I hate your freaking ass!" Of course hitting him didn't last too long because Malfoy grabbed both of her wrists and managed to wrestle the squirming Hermione off of him.
"How DARE you touch me, you slimy mud blood."
"Fuck you Ferret."
"I'm a Malfoy, you're a Mud blood, don't you dare slap me!"
"Then don't touch me Malfoy." With that Hermione made a move to bite Malfoy's hand, but he simply crossed her arms together and locked them on her chest. well, with great difficulty.
"Apologize."
"NO!"
"Apologize. NOW!"
"NEVER! Make me you worthless git!"
"Now dare you. a mud blood like you calling me names?"
"Oh yeah, not like you call me names!"
"That's because I'm a MALFOY."
Hermione snorted while Malfoy's eyes went wide with shock at her behavior and loosened his grip. It was at that moment when Hermione seized the chance to wiggle out of Malfoy's grip and give him a good hard kick in his groin with her knees. AGAIN. "Ooh." Malfoy doubled over, and Hermione lifted him off the ground, and glared at Malfoy who had his eyes screwed shut in pain. With that, Hermione slowly released Malfoy and stomped to the pantry and got out a box of cereals and other necessities; completely ignoring Malfoy, who had finally recovered from the pain. Malfoy glared at her, and Hermione glared at Malfoy so hard that Malfoy forgot about what Hermione had done to him and added a bit of what he thought was a dry humor to the situation.
"WHOA Granger, what do you do besides studying? Work out?"
"SHUT IT, MALFOY!"
"Temper, temper, why do you always have to have such a temper."
"I SAID SHUT IT!"
"I'll shut it if you prepare my breakfast."
"No."
"Okay," Malfoy said, sounding eerily cheerful, *Malfoy singing at the top of his lungs* "I'VE GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS. LALALA~ HERE THEY ARE ALL STANDING IN A ROW. BIG ONE-"
"Okay, okay! I'll prepare your breakfast, just shut your nasty little face!"
Hermione slammed her cereal bowl onto the table and savagely jerked open her refridgerator and yanked out the milk and the orange juice along. Hermione stomped back to the pantry and grabbed a box of tea and literally threw it on the kitchen table. The whole time Malfoy was smirking. He knew that he'd win no matter what the cost was. Suddenly, without knowing it, Malfoy began to imagine Hermione had his wife with children sitting across from him giggling and slipping orange juice while Hermione was cooking and Malfoy himself was sipping some tea. The thought made Malfoy almost smile to himself as Hermione was angrily bustling around the kitchen grabbing several necessities. Then a loud slam on the table made Malfoy jump back into reality. Hermione just slammed a bowl of fruits down in front of Malfoy and slammed her butt down on a chair that was the furthest away from Malfoy himself.
Several minutes later, while Hermione was lounging on the couch thinking about ways to get Malfoy back, the telephone rang. For a minute, Hermione didn't hear it and went on thinking about ways of revenge. After the seventh ring Hermione jumped, and realized that her phone was ringing. Sighing to herself, Hermione picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hermione, Honey, this is mum."
"Oh mum, hello. How was Hong Kong?"
"Fine dear, honey, we just got out of the plane and we'll be there within five minutes."
"Ummmm, mum, why can't you stay out a little longer?"
"Don't be silly honey, you know that we'd like to meet your friend."
"But, mum."
"Don't argue with me honey."
"Yes mum. I'll see you later."
"Bye honey."
Hermione scowled to herself. *I can't believe that mum and dad fell for what Malfoy said!* Hermione shook the thoughts out of her head and yelled, "Oy! Ferret! Get down here!" To Hermione's disgust (which was definitely not surprising) she heard Malfoy's annoying retort. "Don't order me around, Mud blood." Hermione sucked in her breath to keep herself from screaming, and clenched her fists tightly to keep herself from attacking Malfoy.
"Get down here, you git." Hermione managed to spit out.
"What?" Malfoy came halfway down the stairs looking deeply annoyed. Hermione rolled her eyeballs up at the ceiling and slowly counted to ten in her head.
"Listen to me, Malfoy, mum and dad are coming soon, so you'd better behave yourself."
"Those muggles?"
"Don't insult my parents!"
"Well they're stupid muggles, are they not?"
"Shut it, you prejudiced pure blood."
Malfoy half-skipped down the rest of the stairs and sat lazily on the Granger's couch. Hermione glared at Malfoy who smirked back at her. Then, "listen to me, my parents called three minutes ago, and they're on their way." Malfoy smirked some more. Hermione tried to control herself from strangling him to death. "They'll be here within two minutes." Malfoy kept smirking, and then finally:
"Oh, well, there's no need for me to greet a bunch of muggles like them."
"There's nothing wrong with muggles." Hermione said, her voice sounding dangerously close to strangling him.
"Oh yes there is. They don't have magical powers."
"AND?" Hermione yelled.
"So that makes them the scum on my shoes."
That did it. Hermione flew at Malfoy her fingers curled into position to choke the living hell out of Malfoy. She felt the silky skin against her fingers and just as she was about to clamp her fingers tightly around Malfoy's neck, a voice sounded, "HERMIONE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR FRIEND?" Hermione hastily let go and was face to face with her Parents.