So Many Questions
"Are you sure about this?" questioned Harry with a distinct amount of disgust. "Malfoy is damn slimy, and letting him into your house—"
"Would be a chance for him to get away from the worst example of living terms." Hermione finished for him.
Ron gave her a Look. "In English, please?"
Hermione glared back. "ANYway, I don't know why this would apply to you two, since neither of you give a damn about what happens to Draco."
"Not him, but what about you?" Ron asked. "You get caught up with the wrong sort, then... well..."
Hermione threw her arms up in frustration. "What kind of Hate medicine are you guys drinking? Can't you forget about your differences and go my way at least once?"
"No" they said in union.
"Well, he's coming with me no matter what you say." Hermione said in a final kind of voice.
"Why does muggle trains have to be so crowded?" Draco complained as he traveled down the aisle of a crowded bus.
Hermione bit down a laugh. "'Cus it's not a train. It's a bus"
"Right." He said shortly.
People were giving them weird glances; Draco had insisted on bringing all his luggage. He now stood dumbfounded with a traveler's trunk trailing behind him.
"'Hey now, young man," called the driver, eyes narrowing as he watched him through the overhead mirror. "What in nation are you tryin' to do, eh?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Draco spat as he heaved his many bags onto the seat. He plopped down onto the long seat, face red and taking heavy breathes of exhaustion. "Finally."
"Don't say I didn't tell you so," Hermione said.
"What?" he replied not taking notice of the laughter in her voice. "I got through alright, didn't I?"
"Yeah, uh huh, sure you did."
"What's that?"
"A street sign"
"Why is there a big pink bubble thing coming out of his mouth?"
"He's chewing bubblegum,"
"Bubblegum?"
"Didn't you try those that we had back at Hogwarts?"
"No... Hey! What is that guy wearing?"
"Jumper"
"Oh. That lady's dogs are wearing clothes."
"Uh huh."
"Why?"
"'To protect them from the cold."
"Okay... right. Hey! Those newspapers don't have any moving pictures!"
"They're suppose to be like that."
"Weird!"
"Yeah huh."
"Whoa hey!"
"What is it now?"
"Those thingies go red and green!"
"Traffic lights"
"What's that?"
"Ugh... ummm... lights that signal when cars go and stop."
"Why?"
"Oh my go—uhh.. I mean, so as not to crash"
"Oh. Hey how about those things that shows a hand and then shows a person?"
"FU—so people would know when to cross."
"Why's that guy holding up a red thing that says "STOP"?"
"GOD!! I-I mean...umm..ohh boy... t-to just... keep the people safe when they're crossing."
"What's that guy and girl drinking?"
"Sharing a smoothie."
"Do all muggles do that?"
"Only if they want to."
"Okay there. Wow! That looks like fun!"
"Hmm?"
"That guy on that long thingi..."
"Ohh.. god.. that's a skateboard."
"That's cool, I'll try it sometime."
"Good luck."
"Are we there yet? This bus' all bumpy."
"Almost."
"...............................................................are we there yet?"
"Wait a bit..."
"I'm starving."
"In a minute..."
"..................no serious, this ride is making me nautious."
"Hold on..."
"Are we there yet?"
"Okay it's our stop!"
"Woo hoo...I can't wait..."
"You'll mean it once you get a taste of what's in store."
The bus screeched to a stop. Draco peered out the window.
"That's your house?! Not bad!" he exclaimed.
"Uh huh." Hermione answered halfheartedly. She helped Draco unload his trunk. He was still gaping when they were wheeling it across the street. She stopped in front of a large golden gate. Inside was a neatly kept garden with clusters of neatly trimmed bushes and blossoms of many different colours.
name, a female issued from the mic.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione said clearly.
Oh yes, Mrs. Granger, we've been expecting you, come in come in. the voice said respectfully. With that, the golden gate slid open with a slight crrrreeeeaaaakkk
"Well, this is it," Hermione said to Draco as they entered. "What do you think?"
"I could get used to this... it's no different from my house... 'cept maybe brighter."
The two ivory doors opened, revealing a grand hall of marble.
"Let me take your coat, Madam and Sir,"
"No, no, Frances, I can manage," Hermione said with a smile.
"Go ahead," Draco said, the opposite of what Hermione had said. He handed his coat and luggage to a very taken aback Frances. "Make sure you don't wrinkle it!"
"Draco!" Hermione whispered sharply as they walked into down the hall. "He's treated with respect!"
"Respect?" Draco snorted. "I laugh in the name of respect."
Hermione fumed. "If you don't shape up, forget about staying! I'll kick you all the way to Timbucktwo."
"Alright alright, geez. You don't have to—"
"Shhh, my mom is coming."
An elegant lady stepped down the spiral staircase. She was wearing a flowing dress of deep violet, her curly brown hair was in a graceful twist. She smiled at Hermione, who smiled back. But when she saw Draco, her eyes fell. "Hermione...What's this?"
Well, there you go, another chapter. My computer was busted so thankyou for your patience. Yes, Hermione turned out to be rich and bad. Not that bad, but hey. I doubt anyone would go through those questions without getting annoyed like Hermione. I was annoyed typing them out. But he's a wizard. Wizard have a lot of questions... review! Cyaz!
"Are you sure about this?" questioned Harry with a distinct amount of disgust. "Malfoy is damn slimy, and letting him into your house—"
"Would be a chance for him to get away from the worst example of living terms." Hermione finished for him.
Ron gave her a Look. "In English, please?"
Hermione glared back. "ANYway, I don't know why this would apply to you two, since neither of you give a damn about what happens to Draco."
"Not him, but what about you?" Ron asked. "You get caught up with the wrong sort, then... well..."
Hermione threw her arms up in frustration. "What kind of Hate medicine are you guys drinking? Can't you forget about your differences and go my way at least once?"
"No" they said in union.
"Well, he's coming with me no matter what you say." Hermione said in a final kind of voice.
"Why does muggle trains have to be so crowded?" Draco complained as he traveled down the aisle of a crowded bus.
Hermione bit down a laugh. "'Cus it's not a train. It's a bus"
"Right." He said shortly.
People were giving them weird glances; Draco had insisted on bringing all his luggage. He now stood dumbfounded with a traveler's trunk trailing behind him.
"'Hey now, young man," called the driver, eyes narrowing as he watched him through the overhead mirror. "What in nation are you tryin' to do, eh?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Draco spat as he heaved his many bags onto the seat. He plopped down onto the long seat, face red and taking heavy breathes of exhaustion. "Finally."
"Don't say I didn't tell you so," Hermione said.
"What?" he replied not taking notice of the laughter in her voice. "I got through alright, didn't I?"
"Yeah, uh huh, sure you did."
"What's that?"
"A street sign"
"Why is there a big pink bubble thing coming out of his mouth?"
"He's chewing bubblegum,"
"Bubblegum?"
"Didn't you try those that we had back at Hogwarts?"
"No... Hey! What is that guy wearing?"
"Jumper"
"Oh. That lady's dogs are wearing clothes."
"Uh huh."
"Why?"
"'To protect them from the cold."
"Okay... right. Hey! Those newspapers don't have any moving pictures!"
"They're suppose to be like that."
"Weird!"
"Yeah huh."
"Whoa hey!"
"What is it now?"
"Those thingies go red and green!"
"Traffic lights"
"What's that?"
"Ugh... ummm... lights that signal when cars go and stop."
"Why?"
"Oh my go—uhh.. I mean, so as not to crash"
"Oh. Hey how about those things that shows a hand and then shows a person?"
"FU—so people would know when to cross."
"Why's that guy holding up a red thing that says "STOP"?"
"GOD!! I-I mean...umm..ohh boy... t-to just... keep the people safe when they're crossing."
"What's that guy and girl drinking?"
"Sharing a smoothie."
"Do all muggles do that?"
"Only if they want to."
"Okay there. Wow! That looks like fun!"
"Hmm?"
"That guy on that long thingi..."
"Ohh.. god.. that's a skateboard."
"That's cool, I'll try it sometime."
"Good luck."
"Are we there yet? This bus' all bumpy."
"Almost."
"...............................................................are we there yet?"
"Wait a bit..."
"I'm starving."
"In a minute..."
"..................no serious, this ride is making me nautious."
"Hold on..."
"Are we there yet?"
"Okay it's our stop!"
"Woo hoo...I can't wait..."
"You'll mean it once you get a taste of what's in store."
The bus screeched to a stop. Draco peered out the window.
"That's your house?! Not bad!" he exclaimed.
"Uh huh." Hermione answered halfheartedly. She helped Draco unload his trunk. He was still gaping when they were wheeling it across the street. She stopped in front of a large golden gate. Inside was a neatly kept garden with clusters of neatly trimmed bushes and blossoms of many different colours.
name, a female issued from the mic.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione said clearly.
Oh yes, Mrs. Granger, we've been expecting you, come in come in. the voice said respectfully. With that, the golden gate slid open with a slight crrrreeeeaaaakkk
"Well, this is it," Hermione said to Draco as they entered. "What do you think?"
"I could get used to this... it's no different from my house... 'cept maybe brighter."
The two ivory doors opened, revealing a grand hall of marble.
"Let me take your coat, Madam and Sir,"
"No, no, Frances, I can manage," Hermione said with a smile.
"Go ahead," Draco said, the opposite of what Hermione had said. He handed his coat and luggage to a very taken aback Frances. "Make sure you don't wrinkle it!"
"Draco!" Hermione whispered sharply as they walked into down the hall. "He's treated with respect!"
"Respect?" Draco snorted. "I laugh in the name of respect."
Hermione fumed. "If you don't shape up, forget about staying! I'll kick you all the way to Timbucktwo."
"Alright alright, geez. You don't have to—"
"Shhh, my mom is coming."
An elegant lady stepped down the spiral staircase. She was wearing a flowing dress of deep violet, her curly brown hair was in a graceful twist. She smiled at Hermione, who smiled back. But when she saw Draco, her eyes fell. "Hermione...What's this?"
Well, there you go, another chapter. My computer was busted so thankyou for your patience. Yes, Hermione turned out to be rich and bad. Not that bad, but hey. I doubt anyone would go through those questions without getting annoyed like Hermione. I was annoyed typing them out. But he's a wizard. Wizard have a lot of questions... review! Cyaz!