Thank you for all your reviews. Its been really encouraging. Im trying to make the story run as smoothly as possible. :).
I took almost the whole day to write this chapter and really enjoyed it.
Chapter 13
" Bye guys!" Hermione, she stood at the door waving to the English Quidditch team as they drove out of the gates one by one. Hermione grinned. She had made a few new friends. They were merely friends, her brothers made sure of that. She knew none of them would ever dare step across that boarder of dating the captain's sister. It was a huge 'no-no'. It was arranged that when the English team came over for training again, they'd have lunch together, without the interruption from Krum. It was hilarious, Hermione agreed.
She turned around to face her brothers and sister when they were all out of the Manor grounds. Father retired to his office, he had some 'planning' to do as he always said. He did spend alot of time in his study and Hermione had initially suspected something but she just shrugged it off. " Do you like them or something?" Medraut asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Everyone looked at her, expecting an answer. She decided to play with them a little. For the fun of it. It was far too dull in the Manor, you hardly found any humor. Father either at Hogwarts having a meeting or planning lessons for the next school year. Nicola with her studies. Artos and Medraut teaching her. Lleu with his team. Eli at St. Mungo's. It was summer for crying out loud. They needed to relax.
" Yes," Hermione said, grinning like an idiot in love. She was a wonderful actress, she was. Hermione swept past them and walked towards the lounge, as if floating in the air. She was six-teen and at this age, she was entitled to act stupid and in love. It was normal. She could just imagine their faces when she told them that she actually liked them. " Wait!" she heard a few of her male family members exclaim in panic. She smiled to herself and continued 'floating' towards the lounge. Hermione heard running footsteps travelling in her direction but she knew they weren't using their abilities. She just 'floated' faster and soon, she was in the lounge.
The six-teen year old plopped herself down onto one of the many beanbags that had been taken out from the storage after the training the day before. Her muscles still ached and her whole body was sore. Just as she plopped herself down, the remaining of her family entered the lounge. " Could you confirm what you said just now?" Nicola asked her sister. Hermione smirked inwardly. " Alright, yes, I do like them, infact, I think I love them," she said in a dreamy voice. " Them? As in, all of them?" asked a very incredulous Eli.
" Yes, all of them, imagine a whole Quidditch team of husbands, including the reserve! Well, I can't have you Lleu, you're my brother and Krum, well, he isn't on the team," she said her voice more dreamy and her eyes looking at the wall above. ' Man, I am good at this,' she thought, smiling a dreamy smile. " What?!" came her siblings' voices. Hermione giggled. The looks on their faces were priceless.
" You heard me, I want to marry them. All of them," Hermione carried on, a real smile tugging at her lips. Any more outbursts like that and her charade would be given away. " Oh no," Lleu said, distraught. Everyone in the room turned to look at him, he was running his hand through his hair and his brows were furrowed as if in deep thought. " Mia, you can't do this. Bloody hell, there'll be no longer an English Quidditch team, I'll have to throw all of them out of the team," Lleu said to Hermione, then to himself. Hermione looked at him, the smile was already there. " DON'T WANT TO MARRY THEM, 'MIONE!" Lleu exclaimed, melodramatically. " What?! 'Mione's marrying who?!" came the Professor's voice. He walked quickly into the lounge and had a very weird look across his face.
Hermione couldn't do this anymore. It was far too hilarious, all their expressions. She burst out laughing. She fell from the beanbag onto the wooden floor, she was rolling with laughter. (The scars on her back were merely scars now, no more open wounds, so they didn't hurt. They just felt unconfortable. ) She continued rolling with laughter while her family just stared at her as if insanity had seriously overwhelmed her.
Hermione's breathing eventually slowed down and she finally stopped laughing but she was still on the floor, front towards the ceiling. She wiped away the tears that the laughing had brought her, then, she looked up. Hermione saw her family looking at her, quizzical looks planted on their faces. She burst out laughing again.
" What's going on?!" the Professor yelled.
" She thinks she's in love, Daddy," Nicola told her father, a worried expression on her face.
" With who?" the man asked
" My whole team," Lleu informed his father, incredulously.
" No...oo...hah...you sho...uld...have...seen," she said, in between laughs. The girl was still rolling about on the floor.
" Does this mean that you're not in love?" Snape asked her, a hopeful look on his features.
" I'm not in love," Hermione told him, with a straight face. Her laughing had finally subsided but more tears had formed and she was wiping them away.
" Then what was all that drama for?" Medraut asked, very confused.
" Fun, you should have seen the looks on your faces," Hermione told him, smiling to herself.
" Don't do that again, scaring the hell out of your father, saying that you're in love and want to marry the whole bloody Quidditch team of England," Severus reprimanded her.
" Sorry, Father," Hermione said, not very sorry at all. She went up to him and hugged him, he took a while, but hugged back.
" You should apologise to me too, making me think I really had to throw the whole team off the team!" Lleu exclaimed, he was clearly upset.
" Sorry," Hermione told him, apologetically and she went over to hug him as well.
" Ahem," she heard a few male " clearing of throats " behind her. She smiled and broke the hug that she was giving Lleu. Hermione turned around to see her other brothers frowning at her with mock anger. " Yes, may I help you?" she asked in a very serious tone, as if they wanted to purchase some tuxedos from Armani. Suddenly, her very "McGonagall-curled " like lips turned into a warm smile and she ran up to give each brother a hug. The emotions she felt were unbelievable. She felt wanted. Needed. Respected. It was, once again, amazing.
When she gave each of them a hug, Hermione turned to Nicola, her twin. She watched her. First she had a very weird expression on her face, as if trying to re-call something. Hermione stared at her and then, noticed her smile.
" That was very good, you know," Nikki finally said.
" Apparently it was, it actually worked," Hermione said.
" Maybe you could teach me something, we might be able to pull something off," Nikki suggested.
" Oh no, girls, no such thing is to be done," Snape said, shaking his head. " We have to leave now, they wanted us to come ealier and no more 'in love' business, Hermione," Severus continued, turning to Hermione when he made the last statement. Everyone turned to walk to the arrival hall, where they would be departing. They were going to take a boat across the lake for the fun of it. No one noticed the wink Hermione gave to her twin. The girls giggled and walked out of the Manor. Hermione would be back later that night.
I took almost the whole day to write this chapter and really enjoyed it.
Chapter 13
" Bye guys!" Hermione, she stood at the door waving to the English Quidditch team as they drove out of the gates one by one. Hermione grinned. She had made a few new friends. They were merely friends, her brothers made sure of that. She knew none of them would ever dare step across that boarder of dating the captain's sister. It was a huge 'no-no'. It was arranged that when the English team came over for training again, they'd have lunch together, without the interruption from Krum. It was hilarious, Hermione agreed.
She turned around to face her brothers and sister when they were all out of the Manor grounds. Father retired to his office, he had some 'planning' to do as he always said. He did spend alot of time in his study and Hermione had initially suspected something but she just shrugged it off. " Do you like them or something?" Medraut asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Everyone looked at her, expecting an answer. She decided to play with them a little. For the fun of it. It was far too dull in the Manor, you hardly found any humor. Father either at Hogwarts having a meeting or planning lessons for the next school year. Nicola with her studies. Artos and Medraut teaching her. Lleu with his team. Eli at St. Mungo's. It was summer for crying out loud. They needed to relax.
" Yes," Hermione said, grinning like an idiot in love. She was a wonderful actress, she was. Hermione swept past them and walked towards the lounge, as if floating in the air. She was six-teen and at this age, she was entitled to act stupid and in love. It was normal. She could just imagine their faces when she told them that she actually liked them. " Wait!" she heard a few of her male family members exclaim in panic. She smiled to herself and continued 'floating' towards the lounge. Hermione heard running footsteps travelling in her direction but she knew they weren't using their abilities. She just 'floated' faster and soon, she was in the lounge.
The six-teen year old plopped herself down onto one of the many beanbags that had been taken out from the storage after the training the day before. Her muscles still ached and her whole body was sore. Just as she plopped herself down, the remaining of her family entered the lounge. " Could you confirm what you said just now?" Nicola asked her sister. Hermione smirked inwardly. " Alright, yes, I do like them, infact, I think I love them," she said in a dreamy voice. " Them? As in, all of them?" asked a very incredulous Eli.
" Yes, all of them, imagine a whole Quidditch team of husbands, including the reserve! Well, I can't have you Lleu, you're my brother and Krum, well, he isn't on the team," she said her voice more dreamy and her eyes looking at the wall above. ' Man, I am good at this,' she thought, smiling a dreamy smile. " What?!" came her siblings' voices. Hermione giggled. The looks on their faces were priceless.
" You heard me, I want to marry them. All of them," Hermione carried on, a real smile tugging at her lips. Any more outbursts like that and her charade would be given away. " Oh no," Lleu said, distraught. Everyone in the room turned to look at him, he was running his hand through his hair and his brows were furrowed as if in deep thought. " Mia, you can't do this. Bloody hell, there'll be no longer an English Quidditch team, I'll have to throw all of them out of the team," Lleu said to Hermione, then to himself. Hermione looked at him, the smile was already there. " DON'T WANT TO MARRY THEM, 'MIONE!" Lleu exclaimed, melodramatically. " What?! 'Mione's marrying who?!" came the Professor's voice. He walked quickly into the lounge and had a very weird look across his face.
Hermione couldn't do this anymore. It was far too hilarious, all their expressions. She burst out laughing. She fell from the beanbag onto the wooden floor, she was rolling with laughter. (The scars on her back were merely scars now, no more open wounds, so they didn't hurt. They just felt unconfortable. ) She continued rolling with laughter while her family just stared at her as if insanity had seriously overwhelmed her.
Hermione's breathing eventually slowed down and she finally stopped laughing but she was still on the floor, front towards the ceiling. She wiped away the tears that the laughing had brought her, then, she looked up. Hermione saw her family looking at her, quizzical looks planted on their faces. She burst out laughing again.
" What's going on?!" the Professor yelled.
" She thinks she's in love, Daddy," Nicola told her father, a worried expression on her face.
" With who?" the man asked
" My whole team," Lleu informed his father, incredulously.
" No...oo...hah...you sho...uld...have...seen," she said, in between laughs. The girl was still rolling about on the floor.
" Does this mean that you're not in love?" Snape asked her, a hopeful look on his features.
" I'm not in love," Hermione told him, with a straight face. Her laughing had finally subsided but more tears had formed and she was wiping them away.
" Then what was all that drama for?" Medraut asked, very confused.
" Fun, you should have seen the looks on your faces," Hermione told him, smiling to herself.
" Don't do that again, scaring the hell out of your father, saying that you're in love and want to marry the whole bloody Quidditch team of England," Severus reprimanded her.
" Sorry, Father," Hermione said, not very sorry at all. She went up to him and hugged him, he took a while, but hugged back.
" You should apologise to me too, making me think I really had to throw the whole team off the team!" Lleu exclaimed, he was clearly upset.
" Sorry," Hermione told him, apologetically and she went over to hug him as well.
" Ahem," she heard a few male " clearing of throats " behind her. She smiled and broke the hug that she was giving Lleu. Hermione turned around to see her other brothers frowning at her with mock anger. " Yes, may I help you?" she asked in a very serious tone, as if they wanted to purchase some tuxedos from Armani. Suddenly, her very "McGonagall-curled " like lips turned into a warm smile and she ran up to give each brother a hug. The emotions she felt were unbelievable. She felt wanted. Needed. Respected. It was, once again, amazing.
When she gave each of them a hug, Hermione turned to Nicola, her twin. She watched her. First she had a very weird expression on her face, as if trying to re-call something. Hermione stared at her and then, noticed her smile.
" That was very good, you know," Nikki finally said.
" Apparently it was, it actually worked," Hermione said.
" Maybe you could teach me something, we might be able to pull something off," Nikki suggested.
" Oh no, girls, no such thing is to be done," Snape said, shaking his head. " We have to leave now, they wanted us to come ealier and no more 'in love' business, Hermione," Severus continued, turning to Hermione when he made the last statement. Everyone turned to walk to the arrival hall, where they would be departing. They were going to take a boat across the lake for the fun of it. No one noticed the wink Hermione gave to her twin. The girls giggled and walked out of the Manor. Hermione would be back later that night.