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Melanie: Thanks for the Review, but how do I make it so that people can sign anonymously? Like I said, I'm really new at this. Help me! And what do you mean by Billings is so purdy?
A/N: This will be the chapter when she sees the resort and makes herself at home with her Aunt and meets a the other owner of the resort, who just so happens to be a witch...
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The Ski Trip
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Chapter Three
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Home, Sweet Home
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An hour later, they stopped at a house that looked rather...eccentric. At first sight it reminded Hermione of Spaceship Earth. But then she saw the windows. There were so many windows and they were all different geometric shapes. (A/N: This house DOES exist.)
"This is your house?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
"I share it with my best friend, Bethany. She is a co-owner of Red Lodge Ski Resort. Actually, she has a nephew coming to visit over the holidays. He should be arriving today. Why don't you come inside?" And with that Aunt Cheryl led them inside.
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(Hermione's P.O.V.)
I stepped into the house and stood in awe. It was so...cozy would explain it well. There was a den in the first room that had a nice fireplace and nice leather couches. There were paintings here and there and it almost reminded me of the Gryffindor Common Room, only instead of crimson and gold colors, it was a dark brown and a deep green.
"Well," Aunt Cheryl said with a sigh, "make yourselves at home. Bethany said that I wouldn't have to come back to work today, and that she would take care of it. So I'll show you to your rooms. Follow me, please." And with that, we all followed Aunt Cheryl up the spiral staircase (Yet again reminding me of the Gryffindor Common Room.).
We walked up the staircase and were met with a long hallway. There were ten doors down the hall and she took me to the one at the end of the hall. She opened the door and led me in.
"There's a bathroom through this door and if you go out your door and open the door at the end of the hall there'll be a balcony. You're free to go out there at any time. Well, make yourself at home!" and then she left. So I did the only thing I could think of doing at the moment: unpacked.
The room had a royal blue theme. The bed was a twin bed and was in the middle of the room with the headboard pushed up against the wall. There was a dresser made of a dark colored wood and had silver handles on the doors. The walls and rug on the floor were the same royal blue as the bedspread. The hardwood floors and the headboard were the same dark wood as the dresser. I had to admit, it was a beautiful room. There was a triangle window right next to the bed and I could see the mountain perfectly.
"Wow." Was all I could manage to get out before I dropped my two suitcases on the bed and opened them. I put my books in the bottom dresser drawer and my clothes in the top ones. I finished in a half hour.
Then, I heard a person walking down the hall. I shrugged and figured that it would probably be my mom coming to see my new 'room.' So I lay down on my bed and stared out the window. I heard a polite knock on the door and I answered it. "Come in."
The door opened slowly and I looked at who it was. My eyes widened with shock and so did his. He just stood there and I just looked at him. Let's put it this way: We were really, really, REALLY, surprised.
(A/N: I kinda want to end it here, but I'm really getting into this. So I'll continue.)
"Granger?" Draco Malfoy asked.
"The one and only, Malfoy." I answered.
"YOU'RE Cheryl's niece?"
"Ya. You got a problem with that?" I asked, glaring at him while I sat up.
"Well..."
"Well what?"
"Well...I can' t believe Cheryl never mentioned your last name! I never thought that you'd be...her...urgh!!!"
"Calm down! It's not like we'll be sleeping in the same room! Hey...wait...How come your aunt works at a muggle ski resort?"
"Because she's my mother's sister. Not my father's." He answered nonchalantly.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning she isn't inferior to muggles. She turned her back on most of the magical world when she graduated from Hogwarts. Now the only thing magical that she owns is her wand, which created this house. With the help of your aunt."
"What do you mean my aunt?" I asked, still glaring at him.
He laughed! The little jerk laughed! "You don't know? You really don't know? Oh, this is priceless. I never thought I'd see that day when Hermione Granger didn't know something. Ha!"
Glare.
"Do you wanna know? Do you really wanna know?"
Glare.
"I guess I should tell you. I mean, you'd probably die of curiosity." With that he walked over to me and whispered to her in a husky voice, his lips almost touching my ear, "Your Aunt's a witch." And with that, he left.
I shivered. Where did that come from? One minute we're glaring each other down and then the next he's practically putting a move on me. I don't get him. And frankly, I don't want to.
And then I went down to read a book by the fire.
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A/N: You like? Please R&R. It'd do me wonders. And Mel? Please, please, please, please, please review me to tell me how to let anonymous people review.
~*Detri*~
Melanie: Thanks for the Review, but how do I make it so that people can sign anonymously? Like I said, I'm really new at this. Help me! And what do you mean by Billings is so purdy?
A/N: This will be the chapter when she sees the resort and makes herself at home with her Aunt and meets a the other owner of the resort, who just so happens to be a witch...
******************
The Ski Trip
******************
Chapter Three
******************
Home, Sweet Home
******************
An hour later, they stopped at a house that looked rather...eccentric. At first sight it reminded Hermione of Spaceship Earth. But then she saw the windows. There were so many windows and they were all different geometric shapes. (A/N: This house DOES exist.)
"This is your house?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
"I share it with my best friend, Bethany. She is a co-owner of Red Lodge Ski Resort. Actually, she has a nephew coming to visit over the holidays. He should be arriving today. Why don't you come inside?" And with that Aunt Cheryl led them inside.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(Hermione's P.O.V.)
I stepped into the house and stood in awe. It was so...cozy would explain it well. There was a den in the first room that had a nice fireplace and nice leather couches. There were paintings here and there and it almost reminded me of the Gryffindor Common Room, only instead of crimson and gold colors, it was a dark brown and a deep green.
"Well," Aunt Cheryl said with a sigh, "make yourselves at home. Bethany said that I wouldn't have to come back to work today, and that she would take care of it. So I'll show you to your rooms. Follow me, please." And with that, we all followed Aunt Cheryl up the spiral staircase (Yet again reminding me of the Gryffindor Common Room.).
We walked up the staircase and were met with a long hallway. There were ten doors down the hall and she took me to the one at the end of the hall. She opened the door and led me in.
"There's a bathroom through this door and if you go out your door and open the door at the end of the hall there'll be a balcony. You're free to go out there at any time. Well, make yourself at home!" and then she left. So I did the only thing I could think of doing at the moment: unpacked.
The room had a royal blue theme. The bed was a twin bed and was in the middle of the room with the headboard pushed up against the wall. There was a dresser made of a dark colored wood and had silver handles on the doors. The walls and rug on the floor were the same royal blue as the bedspread. The hardwood floors and the headboard were the same dark wood as the dresser. I had to admit, it was a beautiful room. There was a triangle window right next to the bed and I could see the mountain perfectly.
"Wow." Was all I could manage to get out before I dropped my two suitcases on the bed and opened them. I put my books in the bottom dresser drawer and my clothes in the top ones. I finished in a half hour.
Then, I heard a person walking down the hall. I shrugged and figured that it would probably be my mom coming to see my new 'room.' So I lay down on my bed and stared out the window. I heard a polite knock on the door and I answered it. "Come in."
The door opened slowly and I looked at who it was. My eyes widened with shock and so did his. He just stood there and I just looked at him. Let's put it this way: We were really, really, REALLY, surprised.
(A/N: I kinda want to end it here, but I'm really getting into this. So I'll continue.)
"Granger?" Draco Malfoy asked.
"The one and only, Malfoy." I answered.
"YOU'RE Cheryl's niece?"
"Ya. You got a problem with that?" I asked, glaring at him while I sat up.
"Well..."
"Well what?"
"Well...I can' t believe Cheryl never mentioned your last name! I never thought that you'd be...her...urgh!!!"
"Calm down! It's not like we'll be sleeping in the same room! Hey...wait...How come your aunt works at a muggle ski resort?"
"Because she's my mother's sister. Not my father's." He answered nonchalantly.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning she isn't inferior to muggles. She turned her back on most of the magical world when she graduated from Hogwarts. Now the only thing magical that she owns is her wand, which created this house. With the help of your aunt."
"What do you mean my aunt?" I asked, still glaring at him.
He laughed! The little jerk laughed! "You don't know? You really don't know? Oh, this is priceless. I never thought I'd see that day when Hermione Granger didn't know something. Ha!"
Glare.
"Do you wanna know? Do you really wanna know?"
Glare.
"I guess I should tell you. I mean, you'd probably die of curiosity." With that he walked over to me and whispered to her in a husky voice, his lips almost touching my ear, "Your Aunt's a witch." And with that, he left.
I shivered. Where did that come from? One minute we're glaring each other down and then the next he's practically putting a move on me. I don't get him. And frankly, I don't want to.
And then I went down to read a book by the fire.
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A/N: You like? Please R&R. It'd do me wonders. And Mel? Please, please, please, please, please review me to tell me how to let anonymous people review.
~*Detri*~