Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or Diagon Alley.
A/N: I don't rightly remember when the last time was that I updated, whether it was recent or not, since there has been so much happeneing with my classes and home life that has really had me occupied. I will try to write more as soon as I have the opportunity, but college never really leaves very much time. I will proceed with my thanks yous and hope you enjoy this chapter.
A/N2: bmxridergurl, thanks for the encouragement. Thanks always, Kat. Kara black, I know. I have the strangest ideas. Halfling, don't worry. I never abandon a fic and I never plan to. dolphinzgirl1334, flattery won't get you more chapters. Well, maybe it will. prettyprincess, like I told Halfling, I never quit when I'm in the middle of a story. Siria, thanks...I wonder what you especially will think of the next couple chapters. Mia Hindo, always glad to have your reveiw.
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Twelve: Surprises Never Cease
After a few days of mushy talk, inappropriate behavior and frequent visits to the bedroom, Hermione's despair was turning into burning anger for the Barbie doll. Hermione sat at the kitchen table with her arms folded as Candi served her dad scrambled eggs.
"That's enough, sweety-buns," Hermione's dad cooed, putting an arm around Candi's impossibly thin waist.
"I want to totally keep my hunk, like, big and strong," Candi smiled, sitting on his lap, her plate of scrambled eggs spilling on to the floor.
Hermione's dad put his nose to Candi's and the two stared into each other's eyes and giggled. Hermione was going to blow a gasket if this continued. She threw her fork on to her plate.
"Could you cut it out!" she shot at them.
Candi and her dad looked at Hermione in surprise.
"What's, like, the matter, Minie?" Candi asked.
"Quit calling me that!" Hermione shouted, standing up from the table. "My name is not Minie or 'Mione or Beautiful or Baby or anything else. My name is Hermione. Hermione S. Granger and I'd appreciate it if you called me that!"
"But I've, like, always called you Minie, since you were, like, eight-years-old," Candi insisted. "You totally never freaked before."
"Well, I can't stand it now!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Don't talk to your mum like that," her dad warned, not looking very intimidating with Candi still on his lap.
"She's NOT my mum!" Hermione yelled, then ran to her room.
She threw herself on her bed and looked up at her frosted window. She wished there was somewhere she could go to get away. She wished there was someone she could turn to. Her mum wasn't there and Harry and Ron were worthless. The only person she had in this world was Draco.
"A little glum, perhaps?" said Mr. Guise, now in full-length form
Hermione sighed, saying, "I miss Draco, Mr. Guise."
"Don't you mean, 'Drac-er-Malfoy'?"
Hermione laughed.
"What should I do?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not a shrink, I'm a mirror. Don't ask me what you should do. Ask me what you should wear when you go to find Draco."
Hermione smiled and nodded.
Decked in a pink snow bunny outfit, complete with white fur lining and almost skin-tight pants, (the only winter outfit Mr. Guise would let her go out in), Hermione set off to Diagon Alley. Being around the familiar shops made her mind automatically go to the days she spent with Harry and Ron shopping in Diagon Alley. Quality Quidditch Supplies especially reminded her of them. She missed them so.
Hermione froze when she saw Harry through a shop window. What luck! She couldn't believe the awful coincidence. Hermione backed off a bit as Harry headed for the door. There was no where to hide. She could run for it, but that would more likely attract his attention. She wished she could turn herself invisible for just a moment.
Harry came out with a large parcel tucked under his arm. He hadn't noticed her. Oddly, he was staring back into the shop as if waiting for someone. Hermione backed off slowly. If she could get to the next shop down without Harry seeing her, all would be well. She was about there when a tall figure came out of the shop door and out an arm around Harry's shoulder. Hermione gasped. Those sweeping robes and that greasy hair could only belong to one person: Snape.
"I can't wait to try it out," Harry said, indicating to the parcel.
"I'm glad you like it, son," Snape responded as the two blended into the crowd.
Son? That couldn't be right. How could Harry possibly be Snape's son? They seemed rather close in this would. Maybe it was just a pet name. Then again, Harry had talked about his father to Filch. What if Snape was harry's father? It didn't make sense.
"Hullo, Hermione!"
Hermione looked over at Neville, waving at her wildly.
"Hey, Neville," Hermione smirked, walking up to him.
"Great surprise you being here, seeing as Draco was just talking about you," Neville told her, fumbling open a package of Berty Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "You can't imagine the fuss at my house this Christmas. My gran was going on about importing a tree from the Netherlands. She insist that things be as grand at our house as at the Snape place. They're throwing a wicked big party. Have you been invited?"
"No, I haven't," Hermione muttered.
"I have, probably only 'cause my background with You-Know-Who and all, though," Neville said, looking into his package of Every Flavor Beans as if looking for a specific one.
"So, um, what was Draco saying about me?" Hermione asked.
"Well, he-" Neville stopped and gazed off for a moment. "You could ask him."
Hermione was confused for a moment, then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to see Draco standing right there. He had this shy smile that just made him so cute.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said back, not really sure what else to say.
"We're just shopping a bit for Christmas," Draco told her. "Do you want to walk with us?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. He held his arm out to her, and she took it. They started walking off, not even noticing Neville tagging along behind them.
"So, who's on your list?" Hermione asked.
"Let's start with Uncle Sirius," Draco told her, scanning the windows of the shops they passed. "What do you suppose he'd like?"
"I wouldn't know," Hermione shrugged.
"Yeah, you don't know Uncle Sirius, do you?" Draco chuckled to himself. "Well, you should meet him. He's a great chap."
"I'm sure he is," Hermione said, remembering the wonderful man he had been in her world.
A boy walked by carrying a large parcel under his arm the way that Harry had. Hermione thought of asking Draco about Snape and Harry, but how could she? This world's Hermione should know whatever it was, and she was sick and tired of being looked at like she was some sort of simpleton.
"I saw Snape and Harry," Hermione announced, watching for Draco's reaction.
"Where?" he asked, glancing about.
"No, not just now," Hermione insisted. "It was a bit ago."
"Oh," Draco said indifferently, returning to his window shopping. "What do you think of that Start-U-Upper Belt?"
"It's quite nice," Hermione shrugged. "About Harry and Snape. They were together and Snape called him son."
"He has a perfect right to since the court verdict," Draco told her casually. "Court verdict?" Hermione repeated, more perplexed then ever.
A/N: If you're wondering about the Start-U-Upper belt, I'll tell you about it. Ever had one of those days when you know you should get up and do something, but you really don't want to. That's where the Start-U-Upper belt comes it. At a time when you should be doing something, the buckle folds out into a large boot and kicks you right in the bum so you get going. Warning, make sure the buckle is worn on the back side of the belt or severe pain will ensue, especillay in males.
A/N: I don't rightly remember when the last time was that I updated, whether it was recent or not, since there has been so much happeneing with my classes and home life that has really had me occupied. I will try to write more as soon as I have the opportunity, but college never really leaves very much time. I will proceed with my thanks yous and hope you enjoy this chapter.
A/N2: bmxridergurl, thanks for the encouragement. Thanks always, Kat. Kara black, I know. I have the strangest ideas. Halfling, don't worry. I never abandon a fic and I never plan to. dolphinzgirl1334, flattery won't get you more chapters. Well, maybe it will. prettyprincess, like I told Halfling, I never quit when I'm in the middle of a story. Siria, thanks...I wonder what you especially will think of the next couple chapters. Mia Hindo, always glad to have your reveiw.
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Twelve: Surprises Never Cease
After a few days of mushy talk, inappropriate behavior and frequent visits to the bedroom, Hermione's despair was turning into burning anger for the Barbie doll. Hermione sat at the kitchen table with her arms folded as Candi served her dad scrambled eggs.
"That's enough, sweety-buns," Hermione's dad cooed, putting an arm around Candi's impossibly thin waist.
"I want to totally keep my hunk, like, big and strong," Candi smiled, sitting on his lap, her plate of scrambled eggs spilling on to the floor.
Hermione's dad put his nose to Candi's and the two stared into each other's eyes and giggled. Hermione was going to blow a gasket if this continued. She threw her fork on to her plate.
"Could you cut it out!" she shot at them.
Candi and her dad looked at Hermione in surprise.
"What's, like, the matter, Minie?" Candi asked.
"Quit calling me that!" Hermione shouted, standing up from the table. "My name is not Minie or 'Mione or Beautiful or Baby or anything else. My name is Hermione. Hermione S. Granger and I'd appreciate it if you called me that!"
"But I've, like, always called you Minie, since you were, like, eight-years-old," Candi insisted. "You totally never freaked before."
"Well, I can't stand it now!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Don't talk to your mum like that," her dad warned, not looking very intimidating with Candi still on his lap.
"She's NOT my mum!" Hermione yelled, then ran to her room.
She threw herself on her bed and looked up at her frosted window. She wished there was somewhere she could go to get away. She wished there was someone she could turn to. Her mum wasn't there and Harry and Ron were worthless. The only person she had in this world was Draco.
"A little glum, perhaps?" said Mr. Guise, now in full-length form
Hermione sighed, saying, "I miss Draco, Mr. Guise."
"Don't you mean, 'Drac-er-Malfoy'?"
Hermione laughed.
"What should I do?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not a shrink, I'm a mirror. Don't ask me what you should do. Ask me what you should wear when you go to find Draco."
Hermione smiled and nodded.
Decked in a pink snow bunny outfit, complete with white fur lining and almost skin-tight pants, (the only winter outfit Mr. Guise would let her go out in), Hermione set off to Diagon Alley. Being around the familiar shops made her mind automatically go to the days she spent with Harry and Ron shopping in Diagon Alley. Quality Quidditch Supplies especially reminded her of them. She missed them so.
Hermione froze when she saw Harry through a shop window. What luck! She couldn't believe the awful coincidence. Hermione backed off a bit as Harry headed for the door. There was no where to hide. She could run for it, but that would more likely attract his attention. She wished she could turn herself invisible for just a moment.
Harry came out with a large parcel tucked under his arm. He hadn't noticed her. Oddly, he was staring back into the shop as if waiting for someone. Hermione backed off slowly. If she could get to the next shop down without Harry seeing her, all would be well. She was about there when a tall figure came out of the shop door and out an arm around Harry's shoulder. Hermione gasped. Those sweeping robes and that greasy hair could only belong to one person: Snape.
"I can't wait to try it out," Harry said, indicating to the parcel.
"I'm glad you like it, son," Snape responded as the two blended into the crowd.
Son? That couldn't be right. How could Harry possibly be Snape's son? They seemed rather close in this would. Maybe it was just a pet name. Then again, Harry had talked about his father to Filch. What if Snape was harry's father? It didn't make sense.
"Hullo, Hermione!"
Hermione looked over at Neville, waving at her wildly.
"Hey, Neville," Hermione smirked, walking up to him.
"Great surprise you being here, seeing as Draco was just talking about you," Neville told her, fumbling open a package of Berty Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "You can't imagine the fuss at my house this Christmas. My gran was going on about importing a tree from the Netherlands. She insist that things be as grand at our house as at the Snape place. They're throwing a wicked big party. Have you been invited?"
"No, I haven't," Hermione muttered.
"I have, probably only 'cause my background with You-Know-Who and all, though," Neville said, looking into his package of Every Flavor Beans as if looking for a specific one.
"So, um, what was Draco saying about me?" Hermione asked.
"Well, he-" Neville stopped and gazed off for a moment. "You could ask him."
Hermione was confused for a moment, then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to see Draco standing right there. He had this shy smile that just made him so cute.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said back, not really sure what else to say.
"We're just shopping a bit for Christmas," Draco told her. "Do you want to walk with us?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. He held his arm out to her, and she took it. They started walking off, not even noticing Neville tagging along behind them.
"So, who's on your list?" Hermione asked.
"Let's start with Uncle Sirius," Draco told her, scanning the windows of the shops they passed. "What do you suppose he'd like?"
"I wouldn't know," Hermione shrugged.
"Yeah, you don't know Uncle Sirius, do you?" Draco chuckled to himself. "Well, you should meet him. He's a great chap."
"I'm sure he is," Hermione said, remembering the wonderful man he had been in her world.
A boy walked by carrying a large parcel under his arm the way that Harry had. Hermione thought of asking Draco about Snape and Harry, but how could she? This world's Hermione should know whatever it was, and she was sick and tired of being looked at like she was some sort of simpleton.
"I saw Snape and Harry," Hermione announced, watching for Draco's reaction.
"Where?" he asked, glancing about.
"No, not just now," Hermione insisted. "It was a bit ago."
"Oh," Draco said indifferently, returning to his window shopping. "What do you think of that Start-U-Upper Belt?"
"It's quite nice," Hermione shrugged. "About Harry and Snape. They were together and Snape called him son."
"He has a perfect right to since the court verdict," Draco told her casually. "Court verdict?" Hermione repeated, more perplexed then ever.
A/N: If you're wondering about the Start-U-Upper belt, I'll tell you about it. Ever had one of those days when you know you should get up and do something, but you really don't want to. That's where the Start-U-Upper belt comes it. At a time when you should be doing something, the buckle folds out into a large boot and kicks you right in the bum so you get going. Warning, make sure the buckle is worn on the back side of the belt or severe pain will ensue, especillay in males.