a/n: Sorry about the rating and all, forgot to change it when it got slightly vulgar. This is a mild chapter. Next one'll be less mild.
Chapter 14
The boat ride across the lake was a rather enjoyable one. Although they left at slightly past 3 in the afternoon, when the whether was still too hot, the boat ride seemed almost refreshing. Whether it was because Hermione had had a good time secretly sharing most of her acting tips with her twin or her father charmed the ferry to be air-conditioned every second of the day.
The Snape's had arrived at the Malfoy Manor at approximately 4 o'clock for the lake was huge.
As Hermione stepped up onto the jetti, she looked around. A gate divided the gardens from the jetti and past the gate, was the back of a stone house.The stone house was a very large house, the structure similar to that of her own home. The gardens were filled with rose bushes and other kinds of rare flowers. The patio, it was connected to the gardens by a stair, was a large platform on which stood a table and a few chairs. One would think that a normal family would have breakfast there every morning. The father reading the news papers and drinking his coffee, mother buttering her bread, children doing the same as the latter and then going off to play in the gardens. However good Hermione's imagination was, it was very difficult to think that the Malfoys' would have that kind of lifestyle. They were, afterall, supporters of Voldemort. The supporters of Voldemort didn't strike Hermione as the 'family type' of people.
But then again, she was one of the 7 children of Severus Snape. Hogwart's most feared teacher after Umbridge. The Death Eater. The man whom no one would expect to have a deceased wife and 7 children. The man whom no one believe could curl his lips into a smile even. Hermione realised that anything was possible now. Who would've thought that her life would have been able to end in a matter of 3 months and then, unexpectedly, she turns out to be the daughter of a man whom every thinks is an 'old bat'.
Things had changed. The 'war' was over now. After Voldemort's defeat which happened around Christmas when the 'Golden trio' were at Hogwarts for the holdidays, Hermione noticed, Harry could live freely and date anyone he wanted without having to worry about Voldemort killing them. Ron could do the same. Everyone had changed, so did she. Not so bookworm-ish anymore with a four-year-old to take care of and all. Maybe ALMOST everyone had changed, the Slytherins, they hadn't changed. Not really anyway. They were all so full of spite. Take Draco Malfoy, for example, he still called Hermione a Mudblood. He still smirked and sneered but then again, maybe he had his reasons. Everyone deserved a second chance. Everyone.
" Hermione!" Narcissa Malfoy exclaimed, she ran over to embrace Hermione in a very 'feminine' manner. They were on the patio now and Lucius, Narcissa Malfoy, Zacharias and Lisel were welcoming them. " I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you yesterday, everything was so rushed and you know," Mrs. Malfoy continued, looking at Hermione. " It's quite alright, Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione smiled politely. " Oh, darling, call me Mo-," Narcissa was cut off by Severus Snape's vigorous shaking of head. He mouthed something like " she doesn't know yet". " Call me Narcissa!" Mrs. Malfoy covered up quickly.
A look of relief passed Severus Snape's features. If his daughter knew about this 'secret' she was sure to flip. Without a doubt. He knew he had to deal with it eventually but it was too early in the day to deal with it. Maybe at night, when everyone is going to turn in, he'd tell her. She'd then be forced to go straight to bed and he wouldn't have to deal with her whinning and complaints until the next morning. By then, she would've cooled down a bit.
" Alright, Narcissa, then," Hermione said, hesitantly. Then, the Zambini's arrived by broom, Mrs. Zambini on Mr. Zambini's broom and their 13 year old daughter, Blythe, on Blaise's broom. Something was going on and Hermione knew it. They were hiding something from her. It was obvious. Too obvious. " Blaise!" Hermione heard Nikki exclaim with glee. She ran over to hug him. He hugged her back. ' Whoopee,' Hermione thought sarcastically.
" Since we're all here, shall we go in for tea? " Narcissa Malfoy asked everyone, grinning. She received nods in return. Hermione was rather hungry. The rolling and the laughter took up quite a lot of energy but it was worth it. She smiled remembering that incident as they walked into the stone manor.
The manor was large, the same size as the Snape's to be exact but the furniture wasn't as ancient as the Snape's furniture. It was known that the Snape's had been around slightly longer than the Malfoys. Hermione had hardly expected their home to be 'home-y', she had expected a gothic-styled house, where blood curling screams from the dungeons could be heard throughout the whole house. Where all artefacts were fatal to everyone but the owners.
Oh how wrong she was, it was a pleasant home, child-safe and all. Hermione was very amused. They stepped through glass doors which seperated the patio from the living room. The Malfoys must have had their house renovated. Must have. Some furniture were ancient and some were very new, like those you bought at 'Ikea'.
All the guests, meaning the Snape's and the Zambini's, settled down on the many sofas in the living room. The fire place was lit and burning a small flame, Hermione noticed it wasn't giving off heat, not at all. She sat next to the fire place on one of the many white coloured sofa's. Severus sat next to Artos, Medraut next to Lleu, Eli next to Maddox who had just came in, Eli and Blythe sat next to each other. Maddox, whose Nanny had sent in a while ago, was sitting on Lisel's lap, Lisel was sitting next to Zacharias. Nicola sat next to Blaise. Mr. Malfoy next to Mrs. Malfoy. Mr. Zambini sat next to Mrs. Zambini, leaving Hermione with an empty space next to her.
" Now, where is that boy?!" Narcissa Malfoy let out an exasperated cry.
" Which boy, Mother?" came a drawling voice. Everyone turned towards the oak doors, there stood Draco Malfoy, leaning against the side of the door. His hands were in his muggle jean pockets and he wore an oversized t-shirt, his hair fell loosely down his forhead. Surprisingly, he looked like any other muggle teenager.
" Ah, Draco, how nice of you to join us," Lucius Malfoy finally spoke up. " Please, please, take a seat," he continued, looking around, he stopped looking when he saw an empty space next to Hermione. " Over there," he said, pointing to the empty seat. Hermione could tell this was all arranged. Obviously.
Draco scowled but went to take a seat next to Hermione. " Mudblood," he whispered into her ear, before sitting down. Hermione could feel her temper rising but whispered back to him," Asshole", causing Malfoy to chuckle.
Tea passed rather quickly, Hermione and Malfoy whispering insults to each other and all. It was all in all, quite amusing.
Draco was walking with his guests, the teenagers, meaning the twins, Blaise and Blythe to their assigned guestrooms, which were in the same wing as Draco's living quarters. Everyone, except Hermione, had been in their house dozens of times and new their way around. They were like part of the family.
Draco was walking next to Hermione. Blythe was walking in front of her brother and Nicola. Hermione was looking around the hallway, paintings and sculptures and all. Then suddenly, there was this slobbering sound. Then a moan came. Hermione looked forward and was disgusted at the sight. Her twin and Blaise were snogging!
'Yuck,' Hermione thought as she turned to Draco and made a disgusted face. Just as she made the face, he did the same. They laughed. It was awkward. Who would've thought two enemies would be able to laugh together, not at each other. Together, they walked past the snogging couple and into Hermione's room for the next two days.
" That's something I don't ever want to see again," Hermione told him, trying to make conversation.
" Same here," Draco simply told her. " Well, here's your room, mine's just on the other side of the hall," he said, before turning and leaving.
Hermione shrugged and plopped herself onto the king-sized bed. This was going to be a very awkward visit. She knew it. Stripping, she walked into the bath room to take a shower.
Chapter 14
The boat ride across the lake was a rather enjoyable one. Although they left at slightly past 3 in the afternoon, when the whether was still too hot, the boat ride seemed almost refreshing. Whether it was because Hermione had had a good time secretly sharing most of her acting tips with her twin or her father charmed the ferry to be air-conditioned every second of the day.
The Snape's had arrived at the Malfoy Manor at approximately 4 o'clock for the lake was huge.
As Hermione stepped up onto the jetti, she looked around. A gate divided the gardens from the jetti and past the gate, was the back of a stone house.The stone house was a very large house, the structure similar to that of her own home. The gardens were filled with rose bushes and other kinds of rare flowers. The patio, it was connected to the gardens by a stair, was a large platform on which stood a table and a few chairs. One would think that a normal family would have breakfast there every morning. The father reading the news papers and drinking his coffee, mother buttering her bread, children doing the same as the latter and then going off to play in the gardens. However good Hermione's imagination was, it was very difficult to think that the Malfoys' would have that kind of lifestyle. They were, afterall, supporters of Voldemort. The supporters of Voldemort didn't strike Hermione as the 'family type' of people.
But then again, she was one of the 7 children of Severus Snape. Hogwart's most feared teacher after Umbridge. The Death Eater. The man whom no one would expect to have a deceased wife and 7 children. The man whom no one believe could curl his lips into a smile even. Hermione realised that anything was possible now. Who would've thought that her life would have been able to end in a matter of 3 months and then, unexpectedly, she turns out to be the daughter of a man whom every thinks is an 'old bat'.
Things had changed. The 'war' was over now. After Voldemort's defeat which happened around Christmas when the 'Golden trio' were at Hogwarts for the holdidays, Hermione noticed, Harry could live freely and date anyone he wanted without having to worry about Voldemort killing them. Ron could do the same. Everyone had changed, so did she. Not so bookworm-ish anymore with a four-year-old to take care of and all. Maybe ALMOST everyone had changed, the Slytherins, they hadn't changed. Not really anyway. They were all so full of spite. Take Draco Malfoy, for example, he still called Hermione a Mudblood. He still smirked and sneered but then again, maybe he had his reasons. Everyone deserved a second chance. Everyone.
" Hermione!" Narcissa Malfoy exclaimed, she ran over to embrace Hermione in a very 'feminine' manner. They were on the patio now and Lucius, Narcissa Malfoy, Zacharias and Lisel were welcoming them. " I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you yesterday, everything was so rushed and you know," Mrs. Malfoy continued, looking at Hermione. " It's quite alright, Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione smiled politely. " Oh, darling, call me Mo-," Narcissa was cut off by Severus Snape's vigorous shaking of head. He mouthed something like " she doesn't know yet". " Call me Narcissa!" Mrs. Malfoy covered up quickly.
A look of relief passed Severus Snape's features. If his daughter knew about this 'secret' she was sure to flip. Without a doubt. He knew he had to deal with it eventually but it was too early in the day to deal with it. Maybe at night, when everyone is going to turn in, he'd tell her. She'd then be forced to go straight to bed and he wouldn't have to deal with her whinning and complaints until the next morning. By then, she would've cooled down a bit.
" Alright, Narcissa, then," Hermione said, hesitantly. Then, the Zambini's arrived by broom, Mrs. Zambini on Mr. Zambini's broom and their 13 year old daughter, Blythe, on Blaise's broom. Something was going on and Hermione knew it. They were hiding something from her. It was obvious. Too obvious. " Blaise!" Hermione heard Nikki exclaim with glee. She ran over to hug him. He hugged her back. ' Whoopee,' Hermione thought sarcastically.
" Since we're all here, shall we go in for tea? " Narcissa Malfoy asked everyone, grinning. She received nods in return. Hermione was rather hungry. The rolling and the laughter took up quite a lot of energy but it was worth it. She smiled remembering that incident as they walked into the stone manor.
The manor was large, the same size as the Snape's to be exact but the furniture wasn't as ancient as the Snape's furniture. It was known that the Snape's had been around slightly longer than the Malfoys. Hermione had hardly expected their home to be 'home-y', she had expected a gothic-styled house, where blood curling screams from the dungeons could be heard throughout the whole house. Where all artefacts were fatal to everyone but the owners.
Oh how wrong she was, it was a pleasant home, child-safe and all. Hermione was very amused. They stepped through glass doors which seperated the patio from the living room. The Malfoys must have had their house renovated. Must have. Some furniture were ancient and some were very new, like those you bought at 'Ikea'.
All the guests, meaning the Snape's and the Zambini's, settled down on the many sofas in the living room. The fire place was lit and burning a small flame, Hermione noticed it wasn't giving off heat, not at all. She sat next to the fire place on one of the many white coloured sofa's. Severus sat next to Artos, Medraut next to Lleu, Eli next to Maddox who had just came in, Eli and Blythe sat next to each other. Maddox, whose Nanny had sent in a while ago, was sitting on Lisel's lap, Lisel was sitting next to Zacharias. Nicola sat next to Blaise. Mr. Malfoy next to Mrs. Malfoy. Mr. Zambini sat next to Mrs. Zambini, leaving Hermione with an empty space next to her.
" Now, where is that boy?!" Narcissa Malfoy let out an exasperated cry.
" Which boy, Mother?" came a drawling voice. Everyone turned towards the oak doors, there stood Draco Malfoy, leaning against the side of the door. His hands were in his muggle jean pockets and he wore an oversized t-shirt, his hair fell loosely down his forhead. Surprisingly, he looked like any other muggle teenager.
" Ah, Draco, how nice of you to join us," Lucius Malfoy finally spoke up. " Please, please, take a seat," he continued, looking around, he stopped looking when he saw an empty space next to Hermione. " Over there," he said, pointing to the empty seat. Hermione could tell this was all arranged. Obviously.
Draco scowled but went to take a seat next to Hermione. " Mudblood," he whispered into her ear, before sitting down. Hermione could feel her temper rising but whispered back to him," Asshole", causing Malfoy to chuckle.
Tea passed rather quickly, Hermione and Malfoy whispering insults to each other and all. It was all in all, quite amusing.
Draco was walking with his guests, the teenagers, meaning the twins, Blaise and Blythe to their assigned guestrooms, which were in the same wing as Draco's living quarters. Everyone, except Hermione, had been in their house dozens of times and new their way around. They were like part of the family.
Draco was walking next to Hermione. Blythe was walking in front of her brother and Nicola. Hermione was looking around the hallway, paintings and sculptures and all. Then suddenly, there was this slobbering sound. Then a moan came. Hermione looked forward and was disgusted at the sight. Her twin and Blaise were snogging!
'Yuck,' Hermione thought as she turned to Draco and made a disgusted face. Just as she made the face, he did the same. They laughed. It was awkward. Who would've thought two enemies would be able to laugh together, not at each other. Together, they walked past the snogging couple and into Hermione's room for the next two days.
" That's something I don't ever want to see again," Hermione told him, trying to make conversation.
" Same here," Draco simply told her. " Well, here's your room, mine's just on the other side of the hall," he said, before turning and leaving.
Hermione shrugged and plopped herself onto the king-sized bed. This was going to be a very awkward visit. She knew it. Stripping, she walked into the bath room to take a shower.