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A/N: Thanks to the reviewers. A special thanks to Viviane. You're a lifesaver girl. I will definitely look into it. It seems like a promising lead. Thank you. Okay, let's proceed with the show.
Double Trouble
Chapter Nineteen
Hermione opened her eyes, rubbing her face groggily. A warm weight snuggled deeper into her side, and she smiled. *Only two days left, and then it's onto Hogwarts. * Almost two weeks had passed since the unfortunate incident involving the Deatheaters and Malfoy Senior. Her cousins had returned a few hours later, and true to form, Charlie and Bill were decidedly put out because they didn't get to fight. Pansy had woken up two days later. Hit with the Ricto curse. A nasty one quite similar to the Crucio, with one notable difference, the person is in pain, but retains their sanity. It was fortunate for Pansy that she lost consciousness. None of the others were hurt too badly. Mostly a few bruises here and there.
Melody had taken to sleeping with Hermione, though Draco did feel a little hurt he agreed it was for the best. He was sharing a room with Ron, Harry, Vincent, and Gregory. Hermione wondered if that was smart of Molly, but the boys seemed to have put aside their differences for the sake of the others. That, and playing Quidditch in the backyard seemed to cool them down a bit. Often, Harry and Draco would be on the same team. It seemed the two had more in common than they had originally believed.
Ron didn't feel left out, actually, to the contrary. Often, he and Gregory would be ensconced in a long game of Wizard's Chess. Ron had finally met his match in that field. Even Ginny didn't seem to have a problem adjusting to the presence of the Slytherins. Hermione sometimes felt like she had stepped into an episode of the Twilight Zone. So many things had happened that seemed so. . . unreal. First, she found out that she liked George, then she was a Storm Mage, then there was the Goddess Incarnate thing, now Gryffindors and Slytherins were buddying up to each other. Strange. . .
Melody gave a soft whimper, snuggling deeper still. Hermione laughed softly. The girl was like the little sister she had never had. She was very intelligent, but outspoken. She often turned her childish wrath on George, who irritated her to no end. Hermione had to step in on a few occasions, afraid that Melody would perform a wandless bit of magic, and George wouldn't be standing there anymore. Wished into the cornfield.
Hermione sighed, and shifted, trying to get out of bed without waking Melody up. Yeah right. The tiny tot's eyes snapped open, glaring at Hermione reproachfully, but she sat up, rubbing her eyes with her fist.
"Baf?" She asked plaintively, her voice soft and scratchy from sleep.
Hermione grinned, "You're just a regular little fish, aren't you." Melody insisted on two baths a day. One in the morning, the other at night, just before bed. The girls were taking turns giving her a bath, but she would insist Hermione be with her. Actually, she insisted on Hermione being with her all the time, ever since the Deatheater attack and the strange dream where she revealed to Hermione that she was a Seer and Medium. Hermione normally would scoff at such an idea, but again, the Twilight Zone struck. Nothing was impossible.
"Baf. Baf. Baf. BAF!" Melody bounced on the bed, dancing to her own little song, a bright smile gracing her baby face.
"Urgh! Why must I be surrounded by morning people?" Hermione mock fainted.
Melody laughed. "Morn'n people. I'm a morn'n people." She grinned, bouncing again. "Baf, Mione. Baf."
Hermione groaned. "Fine, let's go get you bathed. And then I can hand you over to Draco, and grab a shower myself." Hermione scooted to the edge of the bed, readying herself to stand, when Melody pounced on her.
"Gotcha Mione!" The little girl giggled quite loudly.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry and Ron have been wrestling with you again, haven't they?" She swung the child around, so that she had a tight grip on her. "I got you. What're you going to do about it?"
Melody blew a raspberry.
"Good decision." Hermione laughed, standing. She wasn't quite sure how she was going to get around the five girls in the floor. She gingerly stepped over one body after another, avoiding limbs and such at all cost. She had stepped on Danielle the other day, and the older girl hadn't been too happy.
Once outside, Hermione sat the squirming toddler down. "Wait a sec. I got to get you some clothes." She rummaged around in the hall closet, where her trunk now resided. Melody's clothes were thrown in with her own. Grabbing a cute little jumper with a duck on it, and a little blue shirt, and some undies, she emerged, to find Charlie swinging the girl around in a strange parody of a broom ride. What was it with people when they get around kids? They become oversized children themselves.
"If you're quite finished. . ." Hermione tapped her foot impatiently, interrupting the laughing duo.
Charlie threw her a grin. "Sure thing." He mumbled, setting the tyke down.
"Baf!" The little girl cried, and began running up the stairs to the bathroom.
Hermione sighed. "Yep, bath." She ascended the stairs after the girl, leaving an amused Charlie behind.
***
A loud giggle broke into Harry's dream. He groaned, pulling his pillow over his head, burrowing deeper into the warmth.
"Up, sleepy heads!" A singsong voice reached him through the cotton barrier. "C'mon, rise and shine!"
"Malfoy, I swear by everything good and decent if you don't-"
"Potter, for such a great savior, your powers of observation aren't that astute, are they? That's not me! But whoever that is. . . Umph." Draco groaned suddenly.
"Oh. . ." Harry threw the pillow off his head, grabbing his glasses. "Malfoy, you alright?"
"He will be, he just needs to recover." Hermione stood in the door, a smile plastered on her face. She was soaked from head to toe, but seemed cheerful. The reason for her condition soon made itself apparent. Jumping onto him, precisely. "Oofff."
"Melody. . ." Draco groaned, catching his breath.
"Get up!" Melody ordered, jumping onto Ron, then Vincent, and last Gregory. "Up. Up. Up."
"I'm leaving now guys. Make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." Draco glared at her, Melody *was * his sister after all. "I'm going to take a shower." And with that, she was off.
"Great, we're stuck with the midget." Ron grumbled, trying to go back to sleep. Melody pounced on him.
"Up Weezy!"
"Hermione. . . I hate you!"
***
Hermione smiled as she emerged from the bathroom, refreshed. Her hair hung about her face in damp ringlets, and her face was shiny from the scrubbing it had received.
A yell told her that Melody was now eating breakfast. "Boys. . . can't they do anything?"
"Sure we can. That was just sexist, Hermione. I can't believe that!" George gasped, grasping his chest, staggering around.
"Knock it off Weasley. I am not averse to hurting you." Hermione grumped, making her way down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Oh come on! Is that any kind of reception for your boyfriend?"
"What boyfriend." She paused, tapping her chin. . . "I don't remember any boyfriend."
George sobered. "Hey, that's not funny!"
"I thought it was."
"Need I remind you then?" George whispered, grabbing Hermione from behind.
"I don't know, everything seems so fuzzy at the moment. . ." Hermione replied, blushing as his arms grew tighter. George placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Nope, still nothing." He turned her around, kissing her full on the lips. After they broke apart Hermione squinted her eyes. "George, is that you? Something's coming back to me. . . what is it again?" George laughed, pressing his lips to hers again.
"Gods! Can't you two get a room?" Hermione blushed, but didn't pull away from George. Ron's eyes widened. "On second thought, don't. . ." He growled, scowling at George, "Who knows what you'd do."
George broke away from Hermione, grinning evilly. "Yeah, I mean, what could we possibly do together, in a room. . . all alone?"
Ron shoved his fingers in his ears. "No. . . no. . . I'm not hearing this. . . Bad mental pictures, bad!" He ran away.
Hermione blushed, grabbing George's hand, and continued down the stairs. One could only wait so long to eat. Her stomach growled angrily.
"Hungry?" George whispered.
"Mmhmm. Very."
"I'd give you something-"
"George Orion Weasley!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing a Weasley red to the roots of her hair.
George blushed suddenly, "I didn't mean that! Gods Hermione, get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Sure ya didn't." Hermione nodded knowingly.
"I didn't."
"Oh, am I not good enough for you now!?"
"Urgh! Women!"
"Men!"
"Okay, that's it, I'm shutting up!"
"Good, you need to. . ."
"Hey. . ."
"I thought you said you were shutting up."
"Chocolate." George sighed to Fred, entering the kitchen.
"Chocolate?" He looked at his twin in confusion, then seeing Hermione, it dawned on him. "OH, right, chocolate."
"What about Chocolate?" Hermione asked them.
"Nothing, a guy thing."
"Oh, okay."
***
"We're going to Diagon Alley today."
"Really?" Hermione glanced hopefully at Molly.
"Yep, we have to get your school supplies."
Hermione practically salivated. "School. . ."
The rest shook their head. The quadruplets suddenly began talking excitedly, then Danielle nodded her head.
"We have something to announce." Danielle called attention.
"What?" The group asked collectively.
"Well, received owls last night asking if we wanted to become teaching assistants. We agreed!" Danielle announced. Hermione felt like bursting with pride.
"Great for you!"
"We also have something to announce." Charlie rose, at the nod from Bill. "Dumbledore has asked us both to become teachers. Hagrid is away, as you all may know, with Grawp, so I'm the new Care of Magical Creatures Teacher."
"And Dumbledore has made a new course on Curse Breaking that I'm going to be teaching." Bill added.
Molly flung herself at her two older sons, tears in her eyes. "Boys, I'm so proud!"
"Mum. . . can't. . .breathe. . ." Both wriggled in their mothers firm grasp.
*_____________________________________________________________________ *
A/N: Okay, the Diagon Alley chappie is next, and then onto Hogwarts. What is Voldie's big plan? We'll find out soon. Oh and Viviane, thanks again. I'm going to find someway to fit that in here. Don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Me~
A/N: Thanks to the reviewers. A special thanks to Viviane. You're a lifesaver girl. I will definitely look into it. It seems like a promising lead. Thank you. Okay, let's proceed with the show.
Double Trouble
Chapter Nineteen
Hermione opened her eyes, rubbing her face groggily. A warm weight snuggled deeper into her side, and she smiled. *Only two days left, and then it's onto Hogwarts. * Almost two weeks had passed since the unfortunate incident involving the Deatheaters and Malfoy Senior. Her cousins had returned a few hours later, and true to form, Charlie and Bill were decidedly put out because they didn't get to fight. Pansy had woken up two days later. Hit with the Ricto curse. A nasty one quite similar to the Crucio, with one notable difference, the person is in pain, but retains their sanity. It was fortunate for Pansy that she lost consciousness. None of the others were hurt too badly. Mostly a few bruises here and there.
Melody had taken to sleeping with Hermione, though Draco did feel a little hurt he agreed it was for the best. He was sharing a room with Ron, Harry, Vincent, and Gregory. Hermione wondered if that was smart of Molly, but the boys seemed to have put aside their differences for the sake of the others. That, and playing Quidditch in the backyard seemed to cool them down a bit. Often, Harry and Draco would be on the same team. It seemed the two had more in common than they had originally believed.
Ron didn't feel left out, actually, to the contrary. Often, he and Gregory would be ensconced in a long game of Wizard's Chess. Ron had finally met his match in that field. Even Ginny didn't seem to have a problem adjusting to the presence of the Slytherins. Hermione sometimes felt like she had stepped into an episode of the Twilight Zone. So many things had happened that seemed so. . . unreal. First, she found out that she liked George, then she was a Storm Mage, then there was the Goddess Incarnate thing, now Gryffindors and Slytherins were buddying up to each other. Strange. . .
Melody gave a soft whimper, snuggling deeper still. Hermione laughed softly. The girl was like the little sister she had never had. She was very intelligent, but outspoken. She often turned her childish wrath on George, who irritated her to no end. Hermione had to step in on a few occasions, afraid that Melody would perform a wandless bit of magic, and George wouldn't be standing there anymore. Wished into the cornfield.
Hermione sighed, and shifted, trying to get out of bed without waking Melody up. Yeah right. The tiny tot's eyes snapped open, glaring at Hermione reproachfully, but she sat up, rubbing her eyes with her fist.
"Baf?" She asked plaintively, her voice soft and scratchy from sleep.
Hermione grinned, "You're just a regular little fish, aren't you." Melody insisted on two baths a day. One in the morning, the other at night, just before bed. The girls were taking turns giving her a bath, but she would insist Hermione be with her. Actually, she insisted on Hermione being with her all the time, ever since the Deatheater attack and the strange dream where she revealed to Hermione that she was a Seer and Medium. Hermione normally would scoff at such an idea, but again, the Twilight Zone struck. Nothing was impossible.
"Baf. Baf. Baf. BAF!" Melody bounced on the bed, dancing to her own little song, a bright smile gracing her baby face.
"Urgh! Why must I be surrounded by morning people?" Hermione mock fainted.
Melody laughed. "Morn'n people. I'm a morn'n people." She grinned, bouncing again. "Baf, Mione. Baf."
Hermione groaned. "Fine, let's go get you bathed. And then I can hand you over to Draco, and grab a shower myself." Hermione scooted to the edge of the bed, readying herself to stand, when Melody pounced on her.
"Gotcha Mione!" The little girl giggled quite loudly.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry and Ron have been wrestling with you again, haven't they?" She swung the child around, so that she had a tight grip on her. "I got you. What're you going to do about it?"
Melody blew a raspberry.
"Good decision." Hermione laughed, standing. She wasn't quite sure how she was going to get around the five girls in the floor. She gingerly stepped over one body after another, avoiding limbs and such at all cost. She had stepped on Danielle the other day, and the older girl hadn't been too happy.
Once outside, Hermione sat the squirming toddler down. "Wait a sec. I got to get you some clothes." She rummaged around in the hall closet, where her trunk now resided. Melody's clothes were thrown in with her own. Grabbing a cute little jumper with a duck on it, and a little blue shirt, and some undies, she emerged, to find Charlie swinging the girl around in a strange parody of a broom ride. What was it with people when they get around kids? They become oversized children themselves.
"If you're quite finished. . ." Hermione tapped her foot impatiently, interrupting the laughing duo.
Charlie threw her a grin. "Sure thing." He mumbled, setting the tyke down.
"Baf!" The little girl cried, and began running up the stairs to the bathroom.
Hermione sighed. "Yep, bath." She ascended the stairs after the girl, leaving an amused Charlie behind.
***
A loud giggle broke into Harry's dream. He groaned, pulling his pillow over his head, burrowing deeper into the warmth.
"Up, sleepy heads!" A singsong voice reached him through the cotton barrier. "C'mon, rise and shine!"
"Malfoy, I swear by everything good and decent if you don't-"
"Potter, for such a great savior, your powers of observation aren't that astute, are they? That's not me! But whoever that is. . . Umph." Draco groaned suddenly.
"Oh. . ." Harry threw the pillow off his head, grabbing his glasses. "Malfoy, you alright?"
"He will be, he just needs to recover." Hermione stood in the door, a smile plastered on her face. She was soaked from head to toe, but seemed cheerful. The reason for her condition soon made itself apparent. Jumping onto him, precisely. "Oofff."
"Melody. . ." Draco groaned, catching his breath.
"Get up!" Melody ordered, jumping onto Ron, then Vincent, and last Gregory. "Up. Up. Up."
"I'm leaving now guys. Make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." Draco glared at her, Melody *was * his sister after all. "I'm going to take a shower." And with that, she was off.
"Great, we're stuck with the midget." Ron grumbled, trying to go back to sleep. Melody pounced on him.
"Up Weezy!"
"Hermione. . . I hate you!"
***
Hermione smiled as she emerged from the bathroom, refreshed. Her hair hung about her face in damp ringlets, and her face was shiny from the scrubbing it had received.
A yell told her that Melody was now eating breakfast. "Boys. . . can't they do anything?"
"Sure we can. That was just sexist, Hermione. I can't believe that!" George gasped, grasping his chest, staggering around.
"Knock it off Weasley. I am not averse to hurting you." Hermione grumped, making her way down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Oh come on! Is that any kind of reception for your boyfriend?"
"What boyfriend." She paused, tapping her chin. . . "I don't remember any boyfriend."
George sobered. "Hey, that's not funny!"
"I thought it was."
"Need I remind you then?" George whispered, grabbing Hermione from behind.
"I don't know, everything seems so fuzzy at the moment. . ." Hermione replied, blushing as his arms grew tighter. George placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Nope, still nothing." He turned her around, kissing her full on the lips. After they broke apart Hermione squinted her eyes. "George, is that you? Something's coming back to me. . . what is it again?" George laughed, pressing his lips to hers again.
"Gods! Can't you two get a room?" Hermione blushed, but didn't pull away from George. Ron's eyes widened. "On second thought, don't. . ." He growled, scowling at George, "Who knows what you'd do."
George broke away from Hermione, grinning evilly. "Yeah, I mean, what could we possibly do together, in a room. . . all alone?"
Ron shoved his fingers in his ears. "No. . . no. . . I'm not hearing this. . . Bad mental pictures, bad!" He ran away.
Hermione blushed, grabbing George's hand, and continued down the stairs. One could only wait so long to eat. Her stomach growled angrily.
"Hungry?" George whispered.
"Mmhmm. Very."
"I'd give you something-"
"George Orion Weasley!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing a Weasley red to the roots of her hair.
George blushed suddenly, "I didn't mean that! Gods Hermione, get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Sure ya didn't." Hermione nodded knowingly.
"I didn't."
"Oh, am I not good enough for you now!?"
"Urgh! Women!"
"Men!"
"Okay, that's it, I'm shutting up!"
"Good, you need to. . ."
"Hey. . ."
"I thought you said you were shutting up."
"Chocolate." George sighed to Fred, entering the kitchen.
"Chocolate?" He looked at his twin in confusion, then seeing Hermione, it dawned on him. "OH, right, chocolate."
"What about Chocolate?" Hermione asked them.
"Nothing, a guy thing."
"Oh, okay."
***
"We're going to Diagon Alley today."
"Really?" Hermione glanced hopefully at Molly.
"Yep, we have to get your school supplies."
Hermione practically salivated. "School. . ."
The rest shook their head. The quadruplets suddenly began talking excitedly, then Danielle nodded her head.
"We have something to announce." Danielle called attention.
"What?" The group asked collectively.
"Well, received owls last night asking if we wanted to become teaching assistants. We agreed!" Danielle announced. Hermione felt like bursting with pride.
"Great for you!"
"We also have something to announce." Charlie rose, at the nod from Bill. "Dumbledore has asked us both to become teachers. Hagrid is away, as you all may know, with Grawp, so I'm the new Care of Magical Creatures Teacher."
"And Dumbledore has made a new course on Curse Breaking that I'm going to be teaching." Bill added.
Molly flung herself at her two older sons, tears in her eyes. "Boys, I'm so proud!"
"Mum. . . can't. . .breathe. . ." Both wriggled in their mothers firm grasp.
*_____________________________________________________________________ *
A/N: Okay, the Diagon Alley chappie is next, and then onto Hogwarts. What is Voldie's big plan? We'll find out soon. Oh and Viviane, thanks again. I'm going to find someway to fit that in here. Don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Me~
