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Chapter Three: Family Reunion

In the morning, my aunt, uncle, and a few cousins arrived. Along with their very ugly dog, Rosy. I did not like one bit of them. They were rude, ominous, infantile, and just plain weird. I wish I did not have to live with them for a weekend. But they were visiting. Lucky ol' me.

I walked down the stairs finding the smell of pancakes meet my small nose. I always liked pancakes, but I am sure they were not for me. I also found something else sitting at the table, my aunt, uncle, and cousins. My aunt who was named, Charlotte, looked like an over-sized pickle with a mustache and a slow forming goatee. She had dark black hair and dark-toned skin. She was from my fathers side of the family, but not blood-related. She was a mexican woman, and my father, was not a mexican. She looked like the woman that would never have sex. I mean, I had never had sex, but Im sure I will have it when I am married. This woman, looked like the woman that would never have sex or get married. I had to stop staring at her, because she might think I was staring at the really large wart on her nose.

"HELLO HERMIONE!!!" Aunt Charlotte practically boomed. Okay, she didn't "practically" boom. She did boom. But hey, ca'nt be totally mean now can I?

"My my, what are you feeding this girl Danielle? She looks so thin. She needs to be big and buff like her auntie!"she squealed as she hugged me tight. I fought the urge to say "No thankyou". Instead I just smiled and nodded politely. That works. Smile, nod, and then they shall go away. Didn't work this time. I looked at my mother, Danielle, who just sat and stared at my aunt, in a neutral tone. Kind of like me. Not at the slightest.

My Uncle Wiggles nodded at me and I nodded back. Always the man that spoke only two words in a day, and followed everything you told him to do. He was not married to my Aunt Charlotte. She was just his girlfriend for almost 10 years, so they made me call her aunt. I don't think he has ever had sex either. Missing hair, light blue eyes, skin so pale it looked like chalk. How nice. I think he was only her boyfriend for the heck of it. Perhaps he couldn't get anyone better. Maybe...

The three little nightmare of a cousins sat at the table too. One of them was a boy, my age. His name was Jarrod, and I hated his guts. He has lusted after my body ever since I could remember. I have wanted his body in a morgue ever since he was born. He had dark brown hair, and green eyes. Freckles all over him. Tall, and really skinny. Not a sign of a muscle on him. He was also a complete perv. I saw him gawking at me and just had to say, "It is rude to stare you know". His eyes snapped shut but I knew he was still staring. No matter how long his eyes were closed. He was still staring. Somewhere inside of that little mind of his own.

My other two cousins, were, surprise, twins. Hannah and Shannah. Lovely. They were both girls, and had dirty blonde hair, freckles all around them, and two shiny blue orbs plastered onto their mischevious faces. They loved going through my stuff. Not this year. They best lay off of my stuff. The little minions. My cousins did not belong to either of my Aunt or Uncle. They were all three adopted. So I guess Jarrod thought it was ok for him to lust after my body. It wasn't.

"So...Breakfast ready?" I asked trying to cover the silence up somehow. "Oh, we already ate. Sorry dear"my mother told me. How nice of them.

"Ohhhh. Can't I take Hermione shopping Danielle, Archie? It will be a great deal of fun!" she pinched my cheek and I wanted to hit her. Hard.

"I was actually thinking of going back upstairs and finishing up a bit of homework" I lied to them, not wanting one bit of Aunt Charlottes shopping. Only God knows what she will get me. Probably a pink tu-tu meant for a small dog. Like a pomeranion.

"Oh. I see. Well Im sure Hannah and Shannah would love to go up and help you with your homework! They want to visit their favorite cousin again!" she beamed at me and I almost grimaced at her yellow teeth. Almost.

"Er...I can't have a lot of distraction right now. My room is not clean either, and I really don't want them causing a mess" I shrugged speaking the truth. But there was a little white lie covering it. I just didn't like the little brats. Best for her not to know that I guess.

I walked away from them leaving them gawking after me. Of course, Jarrod had his eyes close, but I couldn't help but feel that he still had them open, one way or another. Closed or not. He was a little booger and need to be put into a straight jacket at an institution. Oh how I loathed him. Such an ugly little beast. Hey, I am shallow...So what? I am not completely shallow, but some people are just ugly.

I walked into my room, and blasted my music on. Greenday, Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I loved this song to no end. I had a lot of taste in music. I think I could never make up my mind. I sighed slightly knowing this will be a long weekend.

Time had past, and it was now one day until my adventure back to Hogwarts. I had everything I needed packed, except I left out my clothes for tomorrow, my CD's, and my CD player. I had conjured up a nice pretty spell to let me have the player and CD's inside of Hogwarts. I needed my music. It soothed my soul a lot of times. No matter what kind of music it was. I just plain needed it.

My aunt, uncle, and cousins had all left early. Partly my fault. Okay, it was all my fault. I guess I was just a wee bit too honest with Aunt Charlotte on how she looked in the revealing, hot-pink dress she wore. I said she looked like a mexian barbie with a wart on her nose. Hey, I was in a bad mood that day. You can blaim Jarrod for that. He went through my top drawer. You know what kind of secrets that damn drawer held? He didn't have to go through my drawer. If he didn't go through it, than everything would be just fine and dandy right now. Well, not really...But it could have been better.

My mother was furious with me and I got slapped in the face by her. Oh how lovely is that? Oh well, didn't even hurt. She can't even slap a person properly. How pathetic.

So I hadn't seen anymore of the french stranger lately. Which made me feel slightly giddy. I guess I had really hurt him in that oh so special place that no one is suppose to go to. But in all honesty, I wondered what it was like. I wondered what his whole body was like under that black clothing.

I wonder what your body is like too under that black trench coat you wore, ma petite.

I leapt out of my bed and looked around my room frantically opening my closet and bathroom doors, then looked over at my balcony. "I swear I am just hallucinating things. Dammit!" I kicked the wall and then jumped up and down clutching my foot yelping in pain.

After jumping around for five more minutes I walked over to my balcony, and slammed the doors to it shut and ran down the stairs into the safe living room.

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