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DOUBLE TROUBLE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Hermione stumbled up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower, her eyes half lidded and heavy from the meditation exercise. She didn't feel as depleted as she had in her sessions with Rohan, actually, she felt refreshed, if just a tad sleepy.
"E Pluribus Unum." She muttered to the portrait, not really paying attention as she shuffled into the chaotic common room.
"MIONE!" Five bodies hurtled towards her from across the room, pushing and shoving each other to get to her first, and causing a rather large scene that had the rest of the room staring at the five boys and very confused, very scared girl.
Hermione gracefully sidestepped as George nearly pummeled her into the wall, glaring at the other two redheads, the blonde, and the bespectacled dark headed boy. "What in the name of the Gods green Earth do you THINK you are DOING?!"
"Uh."
"You see."
"Well. . ."
"It was. . ."
"I missed you." George summed up, rubbing his bruising chest with one hand while enfolding her in a giant bear hug with the other.
"That explains you. . .sort of." Hermione's voice was muffled by George's armpit. "But what about the rest of you?" She twisted around in George's grasp so that she was facing the rather exuberant, if shamed, bunch of boys. "I mean, you don't just come rushing at someone for nothing."
Harry's eyes locked on hers as they flashed a bright emerald, then died down, leaving a ring of green about her pupils. He blinked, wondering if he had imagined it, when her eyes flashed again. "Uh, Hermione. The lecture can wait until later. . . I think we have some STUDYING to do!" He practically tugged her away from George, then pushed her towards their usual studying table.
"What are you on about, Harry?" She grumbled, fighting against him.
Ron was looking at him quizzically also, a frown on his face. "Yeah, Harry. Like we really study."
Fred and George were exchanging looks of amusement, while Draco had noticed the emerald flashes of Hermione's eyes.
"Sit down, Hermione." Harry commanded, wincing as her eyes flashed yet again. It was strange to see, her eyes were cinnamon with a green corona one moment, then pure emerald the next, alternating sporadically. "Hermione. . .there's something wrong with your eyes."
"No there's not, I can see fine."
"Uh." Ron glanced at Hermione's eyes, watching it change colors, while his face whitened severely. "Mione, I think, I think you'd better do something. You're eyes are flashing."
"Don't be ridiculous!" She snorted, turning to scout the room for Ginny. Harry suddenly grabbed hold of her face, forcing her to look back at him. "Stop it!"
"No. Look, we're not lying. You're eyes are changing color, from cinnamon to green and back again."
"But. . .that's impossible! My eyes can't be changing color."
George stared at Hermione. "Mya, hon. They're not kidding."
Hermione thought back to her meditation. "Oh dear." She suddenly smacked herself in the forehead. "Wait a second." She pulled her wand out of her robes, aiming it at her face.
"Don't you think that's just a little drastic, Mione?" Ron looked from her wand to her face.
"Shut up you. Optomestristus Rescendo." A blue spark emitted from the end of her wand, enveloping her head in a strange blue-green glow, then faded out. Harry stared at her for a moment, noting that the color stayed a consistent cinnamon with a green corona about the pupil.
"I guess that's as normal as they're going to get." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "You don't know how odd it was to see you're eyes flashing different colors."
"I can imagine." Hermione replied dryly. "So, where's Melody?" Hermione admitted to herself she was attached to the small girl, and had severely missed not being around her the last few days.
"Oh, she's with Pansy and Ginny. A bath. . .I think, though she kept screaming for you." Draco answered, glancing towards the Gryffindor Prefect Bath doorway, which was just off the common room. At that moment, the door opened, revealing a very naked Melody running towards Hermione, streaking across the common room.
"MIONE!" The girl cried, leaping into Hermione's arms, soaking her thoroughly. "Baf. Baf. Baf." She nuzzled into Hermione's arms. "Bad Ginny and Pansy. Bad baf. Not fun, like you."
A very frazzled looking pair stumbled out of the prefect bathroom, both bedraggled and soaked, holding out towels to collect the now shivering girl.
"Here." Hermione held her hand out for the towels. "I'll take over." Ginny mouthed a thank-you over Melody's shoulder, holding out the towels for Hermione to collect. "Now, Ari, let's get you dry." She wrapped the toddler in a thick, fuzzy towel, slowly rubbing her back in small circles, calming the child to an almost sleep-like state. "That's a good girl. Now, c'mon, we'll get you dressed and in bed."
"No. . .bed. . ." Melody replied, burrowing against Hermione's chest.
"Alright, no bed for now, but in half an hour, we're both going to bed." Hermione replied, pulling the nearly asleep girl to her chest.
Draco grinned at her. "You do have a way with children." He winked. "Think you and Georgie there will have bunches and bunches?"
Hermione blushed. "Shut up you!"
George grinned roguishly, "Only if I get to do it the pleasurable way."
"George!" Hermione gasped. "There's children present."
"Aw, and I wanted to make babies. You, of all people, should know I'm at my prime right now. If we want the best end of the gene pool, we'd better get started right away." George smirked, until Hermione batted him on the arm.
"George Weasley!" Hermione flushed, they hadn't even been dating a full three months yet, and here he was talking about making babies. "I love you. . . but I'm not sure if I can handle having your children. Can you imagine sending them off to Hogwarts?!"
"Mya, love, I'm hurt! Are you saying our children would be. . .dare I even mention it. . .fun to be around?! How could you?! And of all the horrid things." He primped slightly. "No, they wouldn't be. . .trouble makers, but Gods knows they'd have their father's good looks, and their mother's brains. That'll get them in enough trouble as it is. I mean, who can possibly love a gorgeous know-it-all?"
"You." Hermione pointed out, pouting a little.
"That I do love." George leaned in to kiss Hermione, when a little squeak caused him to jump.
"Squishing me!" Melody woke, glaring at George. "Not nice, Weezy!"
"Well, the moment's gone, dearest. And I have to get her up to bed." Hermione departed the common room with a smile.
***
A/N: Sorry so short, but I'm writing this in between the times I work. Hey, I got a McJob. Heh. ( Anyway. Don't forget to RR. Oh, and I threw in Melody for you Mel fans. . .aw, I love her so. Belated Happy Holidays to you all.
Love,
~Me~
DOUBLE TROUBLE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Hermione stumbled up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower, her eyes half lidded and heavy from the meditation exercise. She didn't feel as depleted as she had in her sessions with Rohan, actually, she felt refreshed, if just a tad sleepy.
"E Pluribus Unum." She muttered to the portrait, not really paying attention as she shuffled into the chaotic common room.
"MIONE!" Five bodies hurtled towards her from across the room, pushing and shoving each other to get to her first, and causing a rather large scene that had the rest of the room staring at the five boys and very confused, very scared girl.
Hermione gracefully sidestepped as George nearly pummeled her into the wall, glaring at the other two redheads, the blonde, and the bespectacled dark headed boy. "What in the name of the Gods green Earth do you THINK you are DOING?!"
"Uh."
"You see."
"Well. . ."
"It was. . ."
"I missed you." George summed up, rubbing his bruising chest with one hand while enfolding her in a giant bear hug with the other.
"That explains you. . .sort of." Hermione's voice was muffled by George's armpit. "But what about the rest of you?" She twisted around in George's grasp so that she was facing the rather exuberant, if shamed, bunch of boys. "I mean, you don't just come rushing at someone for nothing."
Harry's eyes locked on hers as they flashed a bright emerald, then died down, leaving a ring of green about her pupils. He blinked, wondering if he had imagined it, when her eyes flashed again. "Uh, Hermione. The lecture can wait until later. . . I think we have some STUDYING to do!" He practically tugged her away from George, then pushed her towards their usual studying table.
"What are you on about, Harry?" She grumbled, fighting against him.
Ron was looking at him quizzically also, a frown on his face. "Yeah, Harry. Like we really study."
Fred and George were exchanging looks of amusement, while Draco had noticed the emerald flashes of Hermione's eyes.
"Sit down, Hermione." Harry commanded, wincing as her eyes flashed yet again. It was strange to see, her eyes were cinnamon with a green corona one moment, then pure emerald the next, alternating sporadically. "Hermione. . .there's something wrong with your eyes."
"No there's not, I can see fine."
"Uh." Ron glanced at Hermione's eyes, watching it change colors, while his face whitened severely. "Mione, I think, I think you'd better do something. You're eyes are flashing."
"Don't be ridiculous!" She snorted, turning to scout the room for Ginny. Harry suddenly grabbed hold of her face, forcing her to look back at him. "Stop it!"
"No. Look, we're not lying. You're eyes are changing color, from cinnamon to green and back again."
"But. . .that's impossible! My eyes can't be changing color."
George stared at Hermione. "Mya, hon. They're not kidding."
Hermione thought back to her meditation. "Oh dear." She suddenly smacked herself in the forehead. "Wait a second." She pulled her wand out of her robes, aiming it at her face.
"Don't you think that's just a little drastic, Mione?" Ron looked from her wand to her face.
"Shut up you. Optomestristus Rescendo." A blue spark emitted from the end of her wand, enveloping her head in a strange blue-green glow, then faded out. Harry stared at her for a moment, noting that the color stayed a consistent cinnamon with a green corona about the pupil.
"I guess that's as normal as they're going to get." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "You don't know how odd it was to see you're eyes flashing different colors."
"I can imagine." Hermione replied dryly. "So, where's Melody?" Hermione admitted to herself she was attached to the small girl, and had severely missed not being around her the last few days.
"Oh, she's with Pansy and Ginny. A bath. . .I think, though she kept screaming for you." Draco answered, glancing towards the Gryffindor Prefect Bath doorway, which was just off the common room. At that moment, the door opened, revealing a very naked Melody running towards Hermione, streaking across the common room.
"MIONE!" The girl cried, leaping into Hermione's arms, soaking her thoroughly. "Baf. Baf. Baf." She nuzzled into Hermione's arms. "Bad Ginny and Pansy. Bad baf. Not fun, like you."
A very frazzled looking pair stumbled out of the prefect bathroom, both bedraggled and soaked, holding out towels to collect the now shivering girl.
"Here." Hermione held her hand out for the towels. "I'll take over." Ginny mouthed a thank-you over Melody's shoulder, holding out the towels for Hermione to collect. "Now, Ari, let's get you dry." She wrapped the toddler in a thick, fuzzy towel, slowly rubbing her back in small circles, calming the child to an almost sleep-like state. "That's a good girl. Now, c'mon, we'll get you dressed and in bed."
"No. . .bed. . ." Melody replied, burrowing against Hermione's chest.
"Alright, no bed for now, but in half an hour, we're both going to bed." Hermione replied, pulling the nearly asleep girl to her chest.
Draco grinned at her. "You do have a way with children." He winked. "Think you and Georgie there will have bunches and bunches?"
Hermione blushed. "Shut up you!"
George grinned roguishly, "Only if I get to do it the pleasurable way."
"George!" Hermione gasped. "There's children present."
"Aw, and I wanted to make babies. You, of all people, should know I'm at my prime right now. If we want the best end of the gene pool, we'd better get started right away." George smirked, until Hermione batted him on the arm.
"George Weasley!" Hermione flushed, they hadn't even been dating a full three months yet, and here he was talking about making babies. "I love you. . . but I'm not sure if I can handle having your children. Can you imagine sending them off to Hogwarts?!"
"Mya, love, I'm hurt! Are you saying our children would be. . .dare I even mention it. . .fun to be around?! How could you?! And of all the horrid things." He primped slightly. "No, they wouldn't be. . .trouble makers, but Gods knows they'd have their father's good looks, and their mother's brains. That'll get them in enough trouble as it is. I mean, who can possibly love a gorgeous know-it-all?"
"You." Hermione pointed out, pouting a little.
"That I do love." George leaned in to kiss Hermione, when a little squeak caused him to jump.
"Squishing me!" Melody woke, glaring at George. "Not nice, Weezy!"
"Well, the moment's gone, dearest. And I have to get her up to bed." Hermione departed the common room with a smile.
***
A/N: Sorry so short, but I'm writing this in between the times I work. Hey, I got a McJob. Heh. ( Anyway. Don't forget to RR. Oh, and I threw in Melody for you Mel fans. . .aw, I love her so. Belated Happy Holidays to you all.
Love,
~Me~
