Chapter Fourteen
"Did I tell you," Hermione yawned, "That Destin is a Metamorphmagus?" She pulled back the thin bed cover and slid in. Her head dropped onto the feather pillow like a load of bricks. Her eyes threatened closing for the night, but she forced them back into focus. She looked at Ron, who was lazily pulling off his clothes.
"Really?" He sat on the bed and pulled his socks off. "Well as she gets older we should expect more unprecedented qualities taking form in her." Ron crawled under the covers.
Hermione rolled over, placing her left hand on his bare chest. "I know, but she did it so casually, as if she'd done it a million times before. How would she have taught herself to do that?"
"She was born with it 'Mione." Ron started to play with Hermione's wedding rings. "Dee doesn't know that it was the first time she did it. It was always been there to her, as nothing different or occult," he tried to explain. "It's been another really long day 'Mione. Finish in the morning?"
She nodded, and mumbled, "In the morning."
Destin peaked out of her door, looking across the hall to her parents room. She waited a couple minutes after the lights had disappeared before slowly moving down the hallway. She was swift in motion, creating no noticeable noise. Destin reached the living room and started towards the staircase. With each step she felt her feet becoming colder on the metal. Her finger tips danced along the railing, tracing the pattern softly. She walked in darkness to the door which stood in a careful shyness in the right corner towards the back of the house. The room almost directly above her own.
As she approached it she came to a sudden stop; it had opened in a slow, uncertain movement. 'Please don't let that be something I did!' Destin thought hopefully. Tayhe stepped out in little pajama's that had sponges all over them. What really confused Destin was that the sponges had an annoying presence; defined by buck-teeth and the fact that a sponge was wearing square pants. 'The stupid this is wearing a belt; sponges are squishy so the pants wouldn't be square anymore.' She shook her head in a disgusted manner. "Where are you going?" Destin demanded in a fierce whisper.
Tayhe jumped in surprise and almost slammed the door shut, "She shouldn't sneak around like that," he shot back. Then he nervously added, "I was just going to see you."
"Shouldn't, Mom and Dad will hear us in my room." She followed him back into his room. It was a deep teal colour, with a ski blue border. In general the room was plain and ordinary, but the kid had some pretty awesome toys here and there. Destin knew what most of it was, so wasn't too excited about it. She crawled on top of the bed and sat cross-legged on the bed. He did the same, sitting beside her, both of them facing the window. Destin stared out the window, in the distance she could just see the Burrow. Ironically it was a peaceful sight, with the moonlight looking like a ribbon; glistening softly on the house.
"Destin?" She looked over and was astonished to see that Tayhe was studying her closely. She made a small humming sound in response. Tayhe continued, "Why'd you come up here?"
She shrugged, "I don't know." There was a deafening silence that strangled them. Destin struggled to sustain a calm voice. "Why where you coming to go see me?" Destin thought, and hoped, that he'd answer in a similar manner.
"Curiosity, I 'pose," he answered softly.
"Curiosity?" She gave a puzzled look.
"Try being told you have an older sister, but cannot be told anything about her because she is an abstruseness to even her father. It was enough to cause an interest to say the least."
She tilted her head to the side in question, "What's an abstruseness?"
"A mystery. You were a complete mystery to him."
She nodded. "No kidding. Though I'd rather be curious than not knowing about any of it. They just launch a new twist to my life as soon as things start to be normal again." She looked truly upset that her world kept dramatically changing in an instant.
Secretly, Tayhe envied her. "You seem older than seven," he said innocently.
She gave a good laugh, "So I've been told."
They stayed up late into the night talking. Destin learned lots about Tayhe and where he lived. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't lived with his Aunt. She had no evil husband or equally evil children [none to be exact] but smothered him with attention. They lived on a horse ranch in northern British Columbia. It was a horribly pleasant small town so he spent most of his time with Kaylin; his best friend. He went to muggle school and he played local baseball five nights a week from spring to fall and watched his favorite hockey team (the Vancouver Canuks, which Destin had never heard of) throughout the whole winter. He was different without a doubt, but had a shy, maybe reserved, quality that drew her to him. He knew of the Wizarding World since he was a baby and was excited about Hogwarts, but didn't live a full fledged life of a wizard. Tayhe had to explain that it was much easier to pretend to be a muggle.
Tayhe also learned about Destin; from her new-found-love for Quidditch (which he shared, but not to an obsessive level like Destin) to her passion for big, sometimes confusing, books. Tayhe finally got her to confess that she is a Metamorphmagus. They spend the last part of the night laughing over her various "forms". They fell asleep on the bed; Tayhe looking tiny and virtuous, and Destin sprawled out with long clack locks in every direction. Her hair matched Tayhe's and if she opened her eyes they'd show the same pale grey eyes.
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Ron woke to Hermione bringing him coffee. "You know," he smiled groggily, "If you keep treating me like this I'll expect it every morning from now on." He sat up and took the mug of coffee from Hermione, She sat down beside him as he took a gulp.
"Well get used to it. Besides, I could just put a little poison in it one morning if I need to." She put her hand on his thigh and massaged him gently. 'Mione leaned up and kissed him. Their lips tasted, then teased. When they parted she smiled. "Maybe not."
"Good, I like my coffee black." She laughed. "Are the kids awake?"
"Destin's not in her room. I think she went out again." Hermione paused. "Think we should be worried about her?"
Ron shook his head. "Not at all. She slept in Tayhe's room last night." Hermione gave him an ambiguous stare. He explained, "Destin waited until the lights were off in our room before going up. There was a slightest creak when she walked by so I knew contiguously."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "I better be careful the next time I have to sneak out to my secret lover. You might just catch on to me!"
Ron fake laughed. "Har, har. So cute 'Mione." She grinned playfully. He took another gulp of coffee and grabbed sweats and a tee from the floor. "I'll start breakfast, you go check on them."
Hermione nodded and followed Ron out of their room and down the hall. As Ron pulled out pans from a cupboard; eggs, bacon and sausage from the old-fashioned refrigerators, Hermione climbed the stairs with energy. The bedroom door was left open, and she heard light, mechanical breathing coming from inside. She thumped lightly on the floor twice; the sign that Ron should come up. She opened the door all the way and spied in. Hermione was shocked to see Destin with the dark hair, sharing such resembling features as Tayhe.
'She's going to be difficult when she's older. Gorgeous with a mind of her own. And so adventurous; without a doubt. Though Tayhe might settle her down, make her more calm; reserved.
Two large hands landed on her hips making her jump. Ron wrapped his arms around her bringing her body right close to his own. She placed her hands on his forearms and smiled as he kissed her neck. "Look," she whispered.
Ron raised his head and looked into the bedroom at his kids. He was taken aback that Destin was lying peaceful looking like Tayhe's twin. "She's a spirited one, that's for sure."
Hermione laughed silently. "That's a good way to put it. She might calm down as she gets older," she sighed hopefully.
"I hope she doesn't. Passion is a great thing to have. Even if she takes things in extremes like her mother," he added.
Hermione pretended to elbow him in the gut. "So funny. Let's go finish breakfast."
Ron made a weird throaty sound in agreement. "Sure thing. Dustin will wake up when she smells food and that will wake Tayhe up."
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A/N: Not an exciting chapter I know; but the information a gave on Tayhe will help you guys see my thoughts for the sequel. A little background information. I was going to add on the half chapter I've written, but that would give to much away too soon. I'll let you digest this (shouldn't take too long, not much there!). I have an outrageously boring semester coming up, so faster posting. I'll probably post again by Sunday (no promises) cause it won't take long to finish the next chapter.
Any questions: ask now. Cause I have couple more chapters before it's over (as I keep saying) and as soon as it says 'Complete', I'm not adding anymore to answer questions for this fic. Oh, to answer one: I have no idea how to say Tayhe's name. I made it up and think it looks cool. Hmm, I should make a decision . . . strong 'a' and add the 'h' sound as 'hue'. Lol, I know what I'm taking about but it must be difficult. Say it anyway you want. How's that? It's not going to be in a movie so it won't be "Oh that's how you say Hermione!" Wow this is long . . . Thanks to all my reviewers; love you ALL! My inspirations! ~Emelda*
