This chapter is really mild. Sorry.
Chapter 10
After the incident, Hermione was grounded, literally, her father put a grounding spell on her, so that she couldn't move. It was obvious that Severus Snape didn't want her to run off and fly again. No one in the stands dared to laugh at her for they didn't want to get roared at while her father was in one of his foul moods. Hermione just stood there, smiling to herself.
An hour passed and the rest were finished eating and flying, they walked the the arrival hall, where all the Amazonians and Gothikas were departing. Severus Snape walked over to where Hermione was grounded and countered the spell. Spanking her bottom, he said, " Arrival hall, now,". Hermione just smiled at him and ran off to catch up with her brothers. She sped up as she reached Eli and jumped on his back. Needless to say, he was taken by surprise and did a little jump. Hermione just giggled and Eli scowled playfully at her.
" You know, Mya, you got Father quite angry there," Eli told his new-found sister. " I know," she said, smiling and gripping on tighter to Eli. He was piggy-backing her. " And you got us quite worried," Lleu continued. " I know but I'm not that bad a flier, am I?" she asked. " Not at all," Artos cut in. " Don't do that again!" Medraut finally spoke up. " Alright, I'll try not to," Hermione said, smirking, she had just gotten an idea. Together, with Hermione on Eli's back, they walked into the arrival hall.
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The Snapes, the hosts, stood in a line at the door and the guests came up to shake their hands before departing. Hermione glanced at her watch before shaking someone's hand, she looked up to smile at that person. As she looked up, her eyes met a pair of blue-grey ones. Her smile disappeared. How she hated that...that pillock!
All he seemed to do was, smirk, smirk, smirk and chuckle, smirk, smirk, smirk and talk coldly. There had to be something more to him than just that. He was human. He had a soul. Boy, he must have been a very good actor. Hermione sighed. He hadn't changed since first year, maybe he was a little more mature but otherwise, no he hadn't. He had stopped being a drama queen after Fifth year. His constant, ' ah! Im dying!' act had disappeared. It was odd actually, this was the first time she'd noticed how much different he was since Second year when he called her a mudblood.
She hand-shaking session was over, she had noticed that most of the new recruits were already starting to feel the aches and pains, like she was. Taking another glance at her watch, she told Nikki that she was going up to her room to do something. Nikki nodded and told their father.
" Why is that girl always going to her room at odd times?" her father directed his question to Nikki.
" Well, the other times I don't know but this time, it's a girl's problem," she answered to her father, trying to cover for her sister.
" Ah," was all he said.
Hermione ran up to her room, afterall, she had promised Leigha that she'd be back before dinner. She knocked on the door lightly, just like Mrs. Potts would always do before entering, this gave Leigha time to hide from the old lady who would give her a bath if she found her. Of course, Leigha had to bathe at least once a day, sometimes Hermione would help her and other times they would bathe together.
Hermione knocked to test Leigha and she entered the room. Looking around, there were no signs of a little girl in the room. She smiled. She knew that Leigha was good at hide-and-seek but not this good.
" Leigha! It's me!" Hermione exclaimed. " Shh....," she heard a sound coming from the closet. Slowly, a small hand pushed the closet door open. " You make a lot of noise, Myknee," she told Hermione. " Oops, sorry," Hermione whispered to the little girl. " It's okay, I forgive you," Leigha ran to hug Hermione. This little girl was one of a kind and Hermione was thankful for her.
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It was dinnertime at the manor and the family was in the dinning hall eating when a letter arrived for the master of the house. It was Winston who brought to letter to Severus Snape. Hermione, who was sitting on her father's left hand, stared across at her brother, Artos who was at her father's right. All the offsprings waited for their father to read the letter, to know what it was all about. Hermione got a glimpse of the letter before her father opened it. The seal was a Malfoy seal. ' I wonder what he wants,' she thought silently to herself, while poking at her salad. She hated salad, especially the tomatos. Most of the time, they were sour and not to her liking.
Severus Snape skimmed through the letter and cleared his throat, getting the attention of his 6 children. Lisel was back at the Malfoy's and so wasn't at dinner. His children looked up. " We are invited to spend the evening with the Malfoys tomorrow, as are the Zambinis. We are to stay there for a night, until young Draco's birthday ball, when all the other guests will arrive," he informed them, looking at Hermione. ' Drats, how am I to get Leigha over there?' she thought to herself, staring at her plate and frowning. The Malfoy Manor was on the otherside of the lake and from where Hermione was every night the Manor looked like a small little hut. It was so far away and how was she to get Leigha there, unoticed?
" Alright, Father, we'll pack for the night, tomorrow morning," Artos told his father, looking around to see if anyone disagreed. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement and carried on eating. Hermione noticed, in her few weeks of staying with siblings, that the oldest always seemed to make the calls. It was fun, really, Hermione didn't have to think of anything.
Chapter 10
After the incident, Hermione was grounded, literally, her father put a grounding spell on her, so that she couldn't move. It was obvious that Severus Snape didn't want her to run off and fly again. No one in the stands dared to laugh at her for they didn't want to get roared at while her father was in one of his foul moods. Hermione just stood there, smiling to herself.
An hour passed and the rest were finished eating and flying, they walked the the arrival hall, where all the Amazonians and Gothikas were departing. Severus Snape walked over to where Hermione was grounded and countered the spell. Spanking her bottom, he said, " Arrival hall, now,". Hermione just smiled at him and ran off to catch up with her brothers. She sped up as she reached Eli and jumped on his back. Needless to say, he was taken by surprise and did a little jump. Hermione just giggled and Eli scowled playfully at her.
" You know, Mya, you got Father quite angry there," Eli told his new-found sister. " I know," she said, smiling and gripping on tighter to Eli. He was piggy-backing her. " And you got us quite worried," Lleu continued. " I know but I'm not that bad a flier, am I?" she asked. " Not at all," Artos cut in. " Don't do that again!" Medraut finally spoke up. " Alright, I'll try not to," Hermione said, smirking, she had just gotten an idea. Together, with Hermione on Eli's back, they walked into the arrival hall.
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The Snapes, the hosts, stood in a line at the door and the guests came up to shake their hands before departing. Hermione glanced at her watch before shaking someone's hand, she looked up to smile at that person. As she looked up, her eyes met a pair of blue-grey ones. Her smile disappeared. How she hated that...that pillock!
All he seemed to do was, smirk, smirk, smirk and chuckle, smirk, smirk, smirk and talk coldly. There had to be something more to him than just that. He was human. He had a soul. Boy, he must have been a very good actor. Hermione sighed. He hadn't changed since first year, maybe he was a little more mature but otherwise, no he hadn't. He had stopped being a drama queen after Fifth year. His constant, ' ah! Im dying!' act had disappeared. It was odd actually, this was the first time she'd noticed how much different he was since Second year when he called her a mudblood.
She hand-shaking session was over, she had noticed that most of the new recruits were already starting to feel the aches and pains, like she was. Taking another glance at her watch, she told Nikki that she was going up to her room to do something. Nikki nodded and told their father.
" Why is that girl always going to her room at odd times?" her father directed his question to Nikki.
" Well, the other times I don't know but this time, it's a girl's problem," she answered to her father, trying to cover for her sister.
" Ah," was all he said.
Hermione ran up to her room, afterall, she had promised Leigha that she'd be back before dinner. She knocked on the door lightly, just like Mrs. Potts would always do before entering, this gave Leigha time to hide from the old lady who would give her a bath if she found her. Of course, Leigha had to bathe at least once a day, sometimes Hermione would help her and other times they would bathe together.
Hermione knocked to test Leigha and she entered the room. Looking around, there were no signs of a little girl in the room. She smiled. She knew that Leigha was good at hide-and-seek but not this good.
" Leigha! It's me!" Hermione exclaimed. " Shh....," she heard a sound coming from the closet. Slowly, a small hand pushed the closet door open. " You make a lot of noise, Myknee," she told Hermione. " Oops, sorry," Hermione whispered to the little girl. " It's okay, I forgive you," Leigha ran to hug Hermione. This little girl was one of a kind and Hermione was thankful for her.
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It was dinnertime at the manor and the family was in the dinning hall eating when a letter arrived for the master of the house. It was Winston who brought to letter to Severus Snape. Hermione, who was sitting on her father's left hand, stared across at her brother, Artos who was at her father's right. All the offsprings waited for their father to read the letter, to know what it was all about. Hermione got a glimpse of the letter before her father opened it. The seal was a Malfoy seal. ' I wonder what he wants,' she thought silently to herself, while poking at her salad. She hated salad, especially the tomatos. Most of the time, they were sour and not to her liking.
Severus Snape skimmed through the letter and cleared his throat, getting the attention of his 6 children. Lisel was back at the Malfoy's and so wasn't at dinner. His children looked up. " We are invited to spend the evening with the Malfoys tomorrow, as are the Zambinis. We are to stay there for a night, until young Draco's birthday ball, when all the other guests will arrive," he informed them, looking at Hermione. ' Drats, how am I to get Leigha over there?' she thought to herself, staring at her plate and frowning. The Malfoy Manor was on the otherside of the lake and from where Hermione was every night the Manor looked like a small little hut. It was so far away and how was she to get Leigha there, unoticed?
" Alright, Father, we'll pack for the night, tomorrow morning," Artos told his father, looking around to see if anyone disagreed. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement and carried on eating. Hermione noticed, in her few weeks of staying with siblings, that the oldest always seemed to make the calls. It was fun, really, Hermione didn't have to think of anything.