a/n: Hey guys, sorry I didn't update any sooner. Im sick! Its horrible. Restless nights, throbbing head, sore back. Bleah!
Chapter 12
" Ah...," Hermione let out a sigh as she leaned back into her favourite chair. Her chair stood out of her white and green room, it had a burgundy hue and was made of velvet. It felt as if someone was embracing her, making her feel safe and secure. It was not long ago that she finished packing and sent her trunk down to the arrival hall, where the other trunks were. She ended up packing her whole CD collection and her sound-system, since her trunk had a lot of left over space. ' Why hasn't the Ministry sent me a letter of notice or something yet?' she wondered, as she sunk into her wooden legged chair.
As she started to get comfortable, there was a knock on the door. Hermione let out a fustrated sigh and looked over at Leigha, making sure she was fully covered. She stood and walked over to her ballerina doors. Outside, stood Lleu in his Quidditch uniform. ' Did he catch me? Oh no. I caught me. I know. I just know bu-,' her thoughts her cut off when Lleu said, " Father wants you down for lunch, Mia". ' Oh,' was all she thought.
" Alright then, how was Quidditch pratice?" the younger sister asked the older brother. Lleu smiled. " It wasn't practice actually, we had to replace a Seeker and we were just running a try out," he told her. " My team is staying for lunch by the way, I'll introduce you to the guys," he continued. Hermione looked back for the last time and stepped out. She closed the door behind her and walked with Lleu down to the Dinning hall.
As the Dinning hall came nearer, or rather, as Hermione and Lleu approached the Dinning hall, the sound of chattering became audible. As the siblings walked even closer, Hermione noticed a very familiar voice. Very familiar indeed but she could place it. " Lleu, did the seeker make it to the team?" Hermione asked casually as they walked closer. " Well, we haven't exactly decided yet," Lleu told her. " Oh, alright," Hermione said as they entered the room.
Nikki was facing the guy in the odd Quidditch uniform, who had his back towards Hermione, and was laughing with him, as was some of the other members of the team. Everyone, but Severus Snape, was already gathered in the room. " Hey, guys," Lleu said upon entering. The guy in the odd Quidditch uniform turned around and at once they both shouted, " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!". Hermione was seething and the guy was merely shocked.
" What are you doing here, Krum?" Hermione growled, her voice extremely low. That question sounded more like a command, actually. That guy in the odd Quidditch uniforms was indeed, Miss Fayre Snape's, ex-boyfriend, Viktor Krum. " Wait a minute, you two know each other?" Lleu asked the both of them. Hermione ignored her brother and just continued to glare at her no-good, two timing, Bulgarian ass of a boyfriend. All he did, was stare back, amused. The whole room was silent for a while, watching the two look at each other. " Alright, enough staring, Mya, would you care to tell me what is going on?" Artos, the oldest in the room, piped up. Hermione smirked. " No, 'Mione, you wouldn't," Vikor said with a thick Bulgarian accent. " Don't call me 'Mione," she snapped. " Vikky..." she continued, smirking.
" He was my ex," Hermione said, calmly, trying to draw Nikki to this conversation. " You were the girlfriend of Viktor Krum?!" Nicola exclaimed, mission complete. " Hello, what's this I hear of girlfriends' and boyfriends' ?" came the voice of Severus Snape, as he entered the Dinning hall, clearly smirking. " Hi, Daddy,", " Hello, Father," and " Hello, Sir," the occupants of the room chorused. The twins walked up to their father and pecked him on the cheek. " What is going on?" said a certain confused Viktor when he saw Hermione give a kiss to Professor Snape.
" Oh, didn't I tell you? She's my sister," Lleu turned to him. " What?!" Viktor exclaimed. Hermione smirked again, man, she was getting good at smirking. " He is correct you know," Hermione confirmed it. How she hated him. She hated him with a passion and for once, she knew why Draco Malfoy and all the other Slytherins' smirked, a sense of satisfaction, a beneficial idea coming to your head. " Krum, you used date the Captain's little sister?!" some other team members exclaimed.
" Yes, what's wrong with that?" Krum asked innocently. " Nothing man, you've just landed yourself into huge trouble," said a team-mate, looking around and then stepping away. Viktor Krum followed the Chaser's eyes and noticed angry eyes and clutched fists coming from four directions. One from Artos, the other from Medraut, and the last to from Eli and the captain of the team, Lleu. Hermione looked around and smiled, it felt as if she was in her burgundy chair again, so safe. It was fun to have overprotective brothers, it was much better to have an over-abusive father.
" Now now children, I knew that Hermione and Viktor was an item, what happened after, I have no knowledge of, care to tell?" inturrupted the voice of the man of the house. " He two timed me," Hermione told her father, face void of emotion. Nicola gasped. " That's horrible!" she exclaimed. Hermione was well aware that she was over exaggerating. It was amusing really. Viktor hung his head, knowing that he had just ruined his chances of getting on the team. " You've got it right man, you just ruined your chances," Lleu said, reading his mind using his Gothika abilities. " Wha - how?!" Krum exclaimed. " And you call yourself a pureblood, man," one of the memebers with short dirty blond hair said with a strong Scottish accent, he was shaking his head, pityfully. Hermione and Nicola laughed.
" Figure it out yourself, Krum," Hermione said, laughing. The look on her ex-boyfriend's face was priceless. Angry and seething, Krum left the Snape Manor, leaving the Snape's to their lunch and the Quidditch team still without the seeker.
Chapter 12
" Ah...," Hermione let out a sigh as she leaned back into her favourite chair. Her chair stood out of her white and green room, it had a burgundy hue and was made of velvet. It felt as if someone was embracing her, making her feel safe and secure. It was not long ago that she finished packing and sent her trunk down to the arrival hall, where the other trunks were. She ended up packing her whole CD collection and her sound-system, since her trunk had a lot of left over space. ' Why hasn't the Ministry sent me a letter of notice or something yet?' she wondered, as she sunk into her wooden legged chair.
As she started to get comfortable, there was a knock on the door. Hermione let out a fustrated sigh and looked over at Leigha, making sure she was fully covered. She stood and walked over to her ballerina doors. Outside, stood Lleu in his Quidditch uniform. ' Did he catch me? Oh no. I caught me. I know. I just know bu-,' her thoughts her cut off when Lleu said, " Father wants you down for lunch, Mia". ' Oh,' was all she thought.
" Alright then, how was Quidditch pratice?" the younger sister asked the older brother. Lleu smiled. " It wasn't practice actually, we had to replace a Seeker and we were just running a try out," he told her. " My team is staying for lunch by the way, I'll introduce you to the guys," he continued. Hermione looked back for the last time and stepped out. She closed the door behind her and walked with Lleu down to the Dinning hall.
As the Dinning hall came nearer, or rather, as Hermione and Lleu approached the Dinning hall, the sound of chattering became audible. As the siblings walked even closer, Hermione noticed a very familiar voice. Very familiar indeed but she could place it. " Lleu, did the seeker make it to the team?" Hermione asked casually as they walked closer. " Well, we haven't exactly decided yet," Lleu told her. " Oh, alright," Hermione said as they entered the room.
Nikki was facing the guy in the odd Quidditch uniform, who had his back towards Hermione, and was laughing with him, as was some of the other members of the team. Everyone, but Severus Snape, was already gathered in the room. " Hey, guys," Lleu said upon entering. The guy in the odd Quidditch uniform turned around and at once they both shouted, " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!". Hermione was seething and the guy was merely shocked.
" What are you doing here, Krum?" Hermione growled, her voice extremely low. That question sounded more like a command, actually. That guy in the odd Quidditch uniforms was indeed, Miss Fayre Snape's, ex-boyfriend, Viktor Krum. " Wait a minute, you two know each other?" Lleu asked the both of them. Hermione ignored her brother and just continued to glare at her no-good, two timing, Bulgarian ass of a boyfriend. All he did, was stare back, amused. The whole room was silent for a while, watching the two look at each other. " Alright, enough staring, Mya, would you care to tell me what is going on?" Artos, the oldest in the room, piped up. Hermione smirked. " No, 'Mione, you wouldn't," Vikor said with a thick Bulgarian accent. " Don't call me 'Mione," she snapped. " Vikky..." she continued, smirking.
" He was my ex," Hermione said, calmly, trying to draw Nikki to this conversation. " You were the girlfriend of Viktor Krum?!" Nicola exclaimed, mission complete. " Hello, what's this I hear of girlfriends' and boyfriends' ?" came the voice of Severus Snape, as he entered the Dinning hall, clearly smirking. " Hi, Daddy,", " Hello, Father," and " Hello, Sir," the occupants of the room chorused. The twins walked up to their father and pecked him on the cheek. " What is going on?" said a certain confused Viktor when he saw Hermione give a kiss to Professor Snape.
" Oh, didn't I tell you? She's my sister," Lleu turned to him. " What?!" Viktor exclaimed. Hermione smirked again, man, she was getting good at smirking. " He is correct you know," Hermione confirmed it. How she hated him. She hated him with a passion and for once, she knew why Draco Malfoy and all the other Slytherins' smirked, a sense of satisfaction, a beneficial idea coming to your head. " Krum, you used date the Captain's little sister?!" some other team members exclaimed.
" Yes, what's wrong with that?" Krum asked innocently. " Nothing man, you've just landed yourself into huge trouble," said a team-mate, looking around and then stepping away. Viktor Krum followed the Chaser's eyes and noticed angry eyes and clutched fists coming from four directions. One from Artos, the other from Medraut, and the last to from Eli and the captain of the team, Lleu. Hermione looked around and smiled, it felt as if she was in her burgundy chair again, so safe. It was fun to have overprotective brothers, it was much better to have an over-abusive father.
" Now now children, I knew that Hermione and Viktor was an item, what happened after, I have no knowledge of, care to tell?" inturrupted the voice of the man of the house. " He two timed me," Hermione told her father, face void of emotion. Nicola gasped. " That's horrible!" she exclaimed. Hermione was well aware that she was over exaggerating. It was amusing really. Viktor hung his head, knowing that he had just ruined his chances of getting on the team. " You've got it right man, you just ruined your chances," Lleu said, reading his mind using his Gothika abilities. " Wha - how?!" Krum exclaimed. " And you call yourself a pureblood, man," one of the memebers with short dirty blond hair said with a strong Scottish accent, he was shaking his head, pityfully. Hermione and Nicola laughed.
" Figure it out yourself, Krum," Hermione said, laughing. The look on her ex-boyfriend's face was priceless. Angry and seething, Krum left the Snape Manor, leaving the Snape's to their lunch and the Quidditch team still without the seeker.