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Chapter 5

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Babysitting Evil Clowns

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Two days after going to dinner, I get a phone call from a Mrs. Narcissa Beauchamp. She, Damien, and Draco are going out and need a babysitter.

"I know that you haven't probably babysat since you were a teenager, Hermione dear, but I've tried everyone and they're all busy. I would really appreciate it if you could baby-sit Giselle tonight," Narcissa had said. I said yes and two hours later I now find myself on their doorstep, ringing the bell.

"Come in Ms. Granger," says their steward. Wow, I never would have guessed that they would have a steward instead of house elves.

"Thank you." He led me into what I think is the living room. It's very large with white walls, billowing curtains hanging from the open windows. The furniture is extravagant; it's all pristine, old fashioned and looks fit for royalty- go figure. There are French glass double doors that open out to the back yard and pool. It seems to me that the whole house is big as well as the estate.

"One moment miss," he says leaving me. When I drove to the house I was greeted with an iron gate. After being let in, my breath was taken away. In the middle of a circular driveway is a huge Greek fountain and lovely gardens. To the side of the driveway is a large expanse of land. I guess you can take some of the meanness out of the Malfoys (well, only Draco Malfoy is mean) but you can't take the royalty out.

"Hermione dear! I am so glad that you can babysit! A friend of Draco's is in town and throwing a ball party. Of course Giselle is too young so she can't go sadly. You can have full reign over the house. The maids, butler, and house elves will get you-or show you- whatever you want." So they do have house elves! "Damien doesn't mind when Giselle goes to sleep but I was hoping at least no later than eleven. She still is a little girl. Haha, you are very lucky to be young! Speaking of the devil," she knows a muggle phrase? "Here is Giselle, Damien, and Draco. Giselle, mummy and daddy have to go now. We'll see you later tonight or in the morning. Bye sweetie! 'Mione dear, the number to the house of the ball is on the kitchen bar. Come on Draco, Damien," Narcissa says. After giving Giselle a kiss, the three leave.

I turn to Giselle and ask her, "So what do you want to do?"

"Let's go swimming!" she shouts.

"Swimming!? But it's getting dark. I don't even have a bathing suit," I say.

"Draco and I always swim at night. All we have to do is tell Harold, the butler, where we are and we can go! Transfigure a bathing suit."

"Alright, let's go. Where's Harold?"

"Just say that you need him."

"Harold, I need you," a familiar popping sound is heard and Harold appears in front of us. Oh, the magic of apparation!

"Yes, miss?"
"We're going swimming if that's alright."

"I'll light the torches and turn on the lights for you."

"Thanks," I say and then turn to Giselle, "So where am I going to get a suit?"

"I'll get you one of my cuter ones and you can just make it bigger."

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An hour and a half later

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"Well that was a fun swim," I say sitting down on the couch. We had just finished changing and Giselle was trying to decide on what to do next. Sadly our swim had to be cut short due to rain, thunder, and lightning.

"Do you want to color? No, never mind, I don't...hmm...no not that either...I got it! Let's play Guppy, Guppy!"

What's Goopy, Goopy?"

"It's Gup-ie, Gup-ie and it's the exact same thing as hide and seek. Except when you find the person you have to yell 'Guppy, Guppy I see you!' And then you have to chase after them and tag them. It's a really old game, Mum used to play it when she was a little kid," Giselle explains.

"So, if I find you all I say is 'Guppy, Guppy I see you' and tag you before you reach base?"

"Yep, and the couch is base."

"Sounds fun! I'll count first."

"Okay, count to a hundred."

"Do you know how to count to a hundred?"

"Yep, Mum taught me."

"Okay, one, two...," I close my eyes and start to count.

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"Ready or not here I come!" I yell as I say one hundred. "I doubt she'll be in here so let's check elsewhere." After at lest ten minutes (okay I'm probably exaggerating but their house is HUGE!) of looking around their massive downstairs, I head upstairs. When I reach the top of the staircase there's a hallway with five doors to my left and then a long corridor at my right that splits off into two more corridors. Holy hell this place is HUGE!

I decide to go down the left hall first. The first door I come to is on my left. Hoping that it isn't some scary torturing room I open the door to find a not so scary weight room. I go inside and check it out; there's no one. I go back out, shut the door and try the next one.

It's a study; a very dark, huge and scary study. I turn on the lights and do a quick search. Finding nothing and hoping that I haven't over looked Giselle, I hurry towards the door and leave. The second after I turn on the light there is a big lightning flash and clap of thunder.

"AHH!" I yell as I hurry out of the room. I scurry to the next room; it's covered in green, black and silver. I'll give you three guesses to figure out whose room it is.

Your guess #1: Sorry, it's not a tribute t Lucius.

Your guess #2: Nope, I doubt its Ozzy Osborne's room. Nice try though.

Your guess #3: Yes, it's the one and only Draco Malfoy's room!

I flick on the light, step into the room and the lights go out with a flash of lightning; Oh goody!

"Why me!? I think this is worse than Chewbacca with a bad hair cut! Ugh! Giselle where are you?" I walk further into the room; I have to find Giselle before the storm gets worse.

"Umph...ow...what is this?" Feeling the outside of the object I find out that it's either a dresser or a big desk. After checking around the object to see if I find a little girl anywhere I continue onwards. Lightning flashes through the sky again and I see a faint outline to my right, back towards the door.

"Wh...who's there?" No answer. "Hello, anyone there?" Still no answer. "Giselle, is that you? I think we should stop this game, what if the storm gets worse? Giseeelllee, come onnn! PLEASE!" This time there is an answer, an answer that's right behind my ear.

"Have you ever heard of the story about the clown and the babysitter?" Some one growls out in a demonic, scratchy voice. I try to reach for my wand, but it's not there.

"Looking for something?"

"No," I say in hopes they'll believe me.

"Nice try, but it's right here with me. So I'll ask again: have you ever heard of the story about the clown and the babysitter?"

"No, I haven't"

"Then I'll tell you. It goes like this:

This girl was babysitting one dark and rainy night. She had just got done tucking the kids into bed and went downstairs to the den. She noticed that there was a 6 foot clown statue in the den by the tele cupboard. It was kinda freaky and she had never noticed it before. She thought that maybe she had overlooked it. So when she opened the cupboard doors she made sue that one of them covered his face and as much of his body as possible. After sitting there for a while it really started to scare her, so she called the parents. "Hey, can I move your clown statue to your basement?" She asked. They told her that they didn't have a clown statue and to get the kids and get out of the house. Turns out that the clown had escaped from an insane asylum and at night would scare the kids by looming over them while they slept. When the kids would wake up in the middle of the night they would see his face. The parents didn't think that it was real and that they were just having bad dreams."

"Why are you telling me this and who are you?"

"It's a true story, and I'm the clown." Whoever it was whispered, "Lumos," and they lifted the light up to their face.

"AHHHHH!" I scream while backing up. I fall onto the bed and continue to back up to the head board. The clown keeps on coming though.

"Stay where you are! I...I mean it!" But the clown keeps coming till they were right in front of my face.

"Now what are you going to do? You told me to stay but I didn't and you're wandless."

"I'll...ugh..."

"You'll...ugh..."

"I'll knee you in the groin!"

"That would involve me moving so you could get a hit. So I don't think that you're going to." I was stuck, I didn't want to attack him for fear that he might attack back.

"Hahaha, hahaha, Granger's a scardy-cat! Ahahahahah!"

"Malfoy," I squawk out still scared.

"Hahaha, took you long enough."

Why I oughta..." he takes off the clown mask and I pounce. We roll around on the bed-which is enormous just like the house-while I try to find his neck to strangle him. We roll into the head board and I hit my head. I'm on top when I hit it.

"Ow!"

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Taking my chance I roll Granger over. I hate being on bottom.

"You okay?" I ask. I've hit my head on my headboard before and it really hurts...bad.

"What's that made of?"

"Sequoia."

"You're an arsehole."

"Yeah, I know." Lightning flashes and a whimper escapes from her. "Scared Granger?"

"No, I enjoy storms."

"Then why the whimper?"

"Being in a big, scary house with the power off and with you and your clown stories is frightening."

"Do I frighten you?"

"Not usually but when you're on top of me, telling me scary stories with the power off is scary."

Hmm, I am on top of her, in a very comfortable spot. Her legs are wrapped around me with her hands on my hips. I've got my hands around her head and holding me up so my chest is raised. This position is very familiar to me but seems new to Granger. "Enjoying it are you?"

"Nope, not one bit."

"Then why are your legs wrapped around me and your hands are dangerously close to my arse." She drops her hands immediately.

"It's okay, I know you want my arse; no one can resist it."

"Yeah, no one but me. See that's what makes me different from all the other girls that drool over you; I can resist you."

"I don't think you can."

"Can too!"

"Then resist this," I say and swoop in for a kiss. My lips rest lightly on hers before I try to deepen it. Access denied. She pulls away and tries to shove me off.

"Your legs are still wrapped around me." Unwrapping her legs she pushes me off with a huff.

"You foul, slimy prat! What makes you think that I would want to kiss you? What if I had a boyfriend? What then?"

"But you don't."

"And how would you know?"

"You said, 'what if I had a boyfriend,' not, 'I have a boyfriend.' So it doesn't matter."

"You're a foul, slimy prat!"

"Yes, you've already told me this, but what I don't know is did you like it?"

"Like what?"

"The kiss," is she clueless?

"NO!"

"Good," and I kiss her again. This is way too much fun; getting on her nerves about this. She pulls away again before I can try anything. What is with this girl?

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to recite Shakespeare."

"No you're not, you're kissing me."

"Well look who caught on! And correction, I was trying to see if I could snog you senseless to see if you could resist me."

"Well, obviously I can."

"Obviously you're a prude," I say. She needs to loosen up. I don't even think that she's snogged a guy before.

"I am not!"

"Then prove it!"

"I've snogged with Ron when we were going out."

"Weasel? That stupid git? He wouldn't even know if he was kissing a dog!"

"He would too! You're just jealous!"

"I'm jealous!? I'm not jealous of not getting to snog bookworm Hermione Granger!"

"You're despicable!" She says before grabbing her wand off the bed shouting, "Lumos," and leaving.

"Where are you going?" I ask following her.

"Away from you and to find Giselle," she says opening a guest bedroom.

"Did you loose her?" I shout. "You can't loose her! Where is she?"

"I didn't loose her! We're playing bloody Guppy, Guppy."

"Well you'll never find her then."

"Why not?"

"Because she hides in her room underneath all of her stuffedy animals."

"Why under there?"

"Because she has so many that you don't notice her."

"Where's her room?"

"Follow me."

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"Malfoy, are you bipolar?" I ask when we reach her room.

"Am I bipolar?"

"Yeah, because first you were trying to kiss me..."

"Correction, snog you. I don't kiss people; I snog their brains out."

"Oh, okay," I say sarcastically. "Well first you snog me, then you yell at me and now you're helping me and all under like thirty-some-odd minutes. I think you're bipolar." We're just standing in Giselle's doorway and Malfoy gets this confused look on his face.

"Bipolar? You think I'm bipolar? I think you're bipolar."

"Oh my gosh you two! Stop please!" Someone squeals from underneath stuffedy animals. "I could hear you all the way from Draco's room. Just stop talking all together. I'm out; I don't wanna play anymore, 'Mione," Giselle says coming up from underneath her animals. "Why are you here anyway Draco?"

"Mum and Damien are still out but I came home. Granger, they told me that you don't have to stay anymore and to pay you before you left," Malfoy said.

"Alright." After Malfoy pays me, I say bye to Giselle and apparate back to my room with a pop! I took a taxi to get here because I didn't know where the house was so it was alright for me to apparate back to the hotel.

When I got back to my room I took a shower and settled into bed with a nice thick book and drifted off to sleep some time later.

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A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for ALL of the reviews! And I'd like to thank my beta for beta-ing for me! I hope I didn't scare anyone b/c they're afraid of clowns or anything. My friend told me this story and I thought that it'd be fun to put it in. I don't know if it is ACUTALLY true but they say (my friends say) it is...lol don't know if you should believe them or not but if you ever see a 6 foot clown statue in your! Lol I wrote this chapter to go with Halloween but y'all have to remember that the story starts off in June and Hermione only has her 2 out of 3 weeks of vacation left. That was just a little memo to help keep up with the days myself. Lol Oh! Some one reviewed and asked me about the first chapter and whether or not it was in 7th year or what. It is Five years AFTER 7th year at Hogwarts and at the beginning of chapter 1 I was filling in some blanks with Harry and Ron so I wouldn't have to mention their where abouts in the story while she's with Draco. It would get really confusing. So I made her think about them on her way to the Louvre. They will be in the story, don't worry. Please Review! I've got an idea from my beta that I think would be awesome so I'm off to write chapter 6!

-Lenne-

p.s. hey guys! I've been trying to think of a REALLY good summary for the story, but I just can't think of a good one. Does anyone have ANY ideas??? Thanks!