~ When Insanity stops ~
Summary: At the end of Hermione's fifth year, she feels depressed about all the stuff that has happened. One morning upon waking up, Hermione finds someone else in bed with her. And that's the only the start of this interesting tale.
Kitchen
Bloody hell…. gasping for breath, Hermione feels the room tilt. Not my mother! Surly they don't mean Professor Snape! The greasy git! Taking several breaths, Hermione dares, "Professor Snape? As in my potions teacher?"
Clearing her throat, Tonks replies, "Yes, the same man." Seeing Hermione pale, Tonks quickly adds, "Honestly now that the war is over he's not that bad!"
"What?" barks Sirius.
"Hey! You're the one who induced them," snaps Tonks. Gesturing to Hermione, Tonks says, "I'm only trying to reassure Hermione that her mother is in safe hands. And here you are contradicting me."
"Enough!" shouts Hermione glare at both Sirius and Tonks. "I don't know why the two of you are at each others throats and I don't right now what to know!" Closing her eyes, Hermione attempts to think. Sirius's hand still held hers. His thumb traces tiny circles in her palm causing her heart beat to jump.
"Mione," huffs Harry nudging her arm non-too gently. "Don't close your eyes, please?"
"Fine," grumbles Hermione. Blowing out her breath, Hermione takes another look at the kitchen. It does look kind of nice. Shaking her head, Hermione pinches her nose. "Let's move on to my sixth year. Anything interesting happen? Like a certain someone coming back from the dead?"
Several choked coughs come from Sirius as Remus chuckles with amusement. "Now that you mention it," states Remus smirking at Sirius. "Dumbledore re-hired me to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for your sixth year."
"How," asks Hermione amazed. "I thought Umbridge's laws that wasn't even a possibility for you."
"Well," whines Harry looking somewhere between a naughty child and a delighted devil. "I had something to do with that."
"Oh, God," groans Hermione looking directly into Harry's twinkling green eyes. "Do I even want to know what you did?"
Smirking Harry winks at her. "You said the same thing, when I got done talking to Fudge," laughs Harry.
He better not have hex him. Attacking a member of the Ministry is grounds for instant expulsion. Sighing heavily Hermione asks, "What did you do?"
Licking his lips, Harry answers simply, "I told Fudge that unless Lupin was the DADA teacher I wasn't going back to school."
"What," whispers Hermione absolutely horrified. "But Harry…" Hermione stumbles over her words.
"Don't worry, Mione," whispers Sirius reassuring her. "Harry and Arthur went in there with a plan to get a DADA teacher who knew his stuff, the added bonus of someone that Harry could trust." Seeing some of the tension drain away from her, Sirius smiles softly.
"Plus, Fudge was so scared at the prospect that the wizarding community would go after him," inserts Harry. "It's all your fault away, Mione."
"What?" laughs Hermione as Harry takes a sip of his hot chocolate. "How can you say that?"
"Easy," laughs Remus. "Since you got away with attacking an member of the Ministry." Upon seeing Hermione's blank look Remus continues, "At St. Mungo's both Arthur and Molly showed up just as the doctor coldly informed you about your mother. Both Molly and you went on a rampage."
Swatting Remus, Tonks tisks at him. "Really, Remus no need to get melodramatic. Molly just tore into him, calling him unprofessional and such. It was Hermione here who went on the rampage."
What? Me? They have to be pulling my leg. With both eyebrows in her hairline, Hermione opens her mouth to ask but is cut off by two loud pops ten feet from the table. Standing there was two identical twins were two identical frowns.
"Fred! George!" snaps Hermione glancing at the clock on the wall. "For Merlin's sake. It's only seven fifteen in the morning! What are you doing here?" Gawking both Weasley stare at her not sure as to how to react. "Well?"
Simultaneously two identical crazy grins burst from them as they race over to embrace Hermione. Squeezing her tightly. "Mione!" echoes from twin to twin.
"Guys, can't breath here," gasps Hermione until Sirius takes control of the situation. Forcibly removing Hermione from the twins.
"What brings you here," asks Sirius as he sits down in his chair pulling Hermione closer to him.
"Mum wants to know if you are coming over today," says Fred not taking his eyes off Hermione. "That way she knows how many she has to cook for," adds George.
"We're not sure," replies Sirius. "We're currently explaining things to Hermione." Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, brushes a kiss at her temple. "So far we're up to her rampage after her mother was admitted into St. Mungo's."
Glancing at each other, Fred shrugs his shoulders as George nods. "It's not like you guys can tell her about that," comments Fred. "You weren't there. While George and I only caught the tail end of it."
"He's right, Sirius," agrees Remus. "Everyone here only knows what happened since they brought Hermione back to St. Mungo's after she left."
"So, if you don't know the whole story who does?" asks Hermione.
Grimacing both twins answer at the same time. "Percy."
Until Later