The wedding left all exhausted and
exasperated (partially due to the fact that Fleur's father decided it
was due time he boasted about his daughters and showed his animosity
toward the fact that Bill was a mere 'banker' and he stemmed from a
long line of...at this
point everybody had either put pudding in their eyes to block out his
voice or had died
of resisting the urge to make HIM into pudding). All in all it was a
traditional family Wedding complete with drunken bawls and cake
throwing. I was just dropping off into the land of happy faeryes and
suicidal bunnies when I heard a rumbling sound. Yes, the same
sound Grawp makes when he hasn't eaten enough deer-sandwiches. Doing
the 'stupid things people
do in horror movies to make them even slightly entertaining' thing, I
stood up and, guess what,
decided to go and see what the noise was. I traipsed down the stairs, trying not to make the
rickety floorboards creak too much. There it was again, this time it sounded like Grawp with
indigestion. And even better picture. Thank you, God, for the imagination you have given me.
I stepped into the control room of the house i.e. the kitchen, and saw something which made my
picture of Grawp using a volcano as a toilet even more vivid.
Hagrid.
With a mug of Gin.
And blood shot eyes.
Obviously Pissed.
Holding a strong bow.
Great. Just what I needed. Maybe he'll even mistake me for a death eater and shoot my head off,
that'll take care of the acne problem quite well.
"Hagrid?" I said tentavily, not wanting him to blow my head off, despite of the zit on my chin.
He severed around rapidly, his strong bow pointed straight at my heart.
Shit.
"It's me, Hermione."
He relaxed a fraction of an inch. "Prove it, or I'll shoot this arrow straight through your heart, you ruddy bastard."
great, it was spilling my virtual guts all over the floor or spilling my literal guts all over the floor. I love this life of mystery and intrigue.
"When I was in 3rd Year I showed you how to make cookies so they don't break people's teeth when you bite them."
Yes, great going, offend him while he has a deadly weapon aimed at your heart, you idiot.
He was still glaring at me, so in a high, slightly desperate voice I said:
"Grawp calls me Hermy!"
Finally, it was pointed at the floor. I walked over to Hagrid and took away his mug. Not a good idea. Sometimes for being such a genius I am very stupid. Have you ever played tug of war with an eight foot tall half-giant? Didn't think so. Let me tell you, it is NOT a good idea. I decided to give up, let him have his mug full of what I suspected to be hard liquor and his lethal weapon, see if I care.
"What are you doing here, Hagrid, I thought you went back to Hogwarts after the wedding?"
"Sorry, not for your ears, Hermione."
I looked at him. He responded the same way all boys did (there is no such thing as a man in my
world) and gave me a pitiful 'don't hurt me' look. This is quite scary considering his size.
He wasn't breaking though, and I decided to divert from the topic and catch him by surprise,
his slips of tongues were practically famous.
"Do you hear that rumbling?" I reverted to the reason I actually come down here.
Hagrid suddenly looked like he was about to cry. I asked concernedly what the matter was, but
he just pointed at the window.
I really hate being right.
AN- Short chapter, sorry, I'm hurrying I promise!