Twelve days Of Christmas
By: Chibikai02 Yoshima Imani Dean
Chapter Six: The Sixth Day of Christmas
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Rowan Charlie and Yoshima and Evan everyone and thing else belongs to J.K Rowling.
Hermione was once again sitting in her office working. Even though it was just past noon, her designated lunch break she wasn't eating, but typing swiftly on her computer and talking rapidly into the head set of her phone.
"I don't care that its six days to Christmas, yeah, yeah ok I do care but this has to be done before Christmas," she said as she typed.
The clacking of the keys faltered for a second as she stopped to listen to the person on the other side of the line speak.
"Yes I am aware of that, but this should have been done weeks ago its not my fault that Nancy went into labor," Hermione said tugging at her hair that come out of the pony tail she rushed and put it in that morning.
"No, it cant be done after the holidays it has to go to the testers after the holidays, if its not done in five days than the whole secludes ruined," Hermione sighed.
"There are no ifs ands or buts about this you have five days or it'll be you're…" Hermione stopped mid threat as her door was opened. Looking up at the intruder a threat on the tip of her tongue she stop and grinned.
"Get it done," Hermione said hanging up the phone and standing she walked around the desk and all but flung herself at the person standing in her doorway.
"Oh I've miss you, I've miss you, I've miss you," she cried.
"Gees if I thought you'd miss me that much I would have gone away sooner," a gruff male voice said.
"How come you didn't tell me you were coming home," Hermione said taking a step back to get a good look at the boy, no man in her doorway.
"It was an impulse decisions, Herms," the man said.
"Come on I'll take you to lunch you can tell me all about your travel," Hermione took her guest arm and dragged them out her office.
"I thought you had work," the man said reluctant to be dragged off.
"I'll do it later," Hermione said pushing the guy away from the door and locking it.
(Authors note: I have this urge, one that I will be following, to not tell you who this mystery man is. Why I don't know I just feel like it. Anyone who guess who this person is gets a cookie.)
"Come on I know this new place in Diagon Alley that you'll just love," Hermione said taking the lead as her male companion followed behind her knowing that it was easier to just follow her and now argue with her.
When Hermione let herself into her apartment she had a soft smile on her face. After her wonderful lunch she had not only managed to finish her own work but put a nice dent in the work that Nancy should have done before she went on maternity leave. Humming jiggle bells rock under her breath she dropped her bags on the side table by the door and shrugged off her coat.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
Six Down five to go
Your True Life
In the box that had been so heavy for poor Elena to carry was not what Hermione had expected. Or more precisely not something that she thought could be in the box. Nestled in what she though was silk were well six golden eggs and in the middle was a golden gooses looking as if it where laying the eggs. With an awe she picked up one of them and felt the weight of it and found that it was real gold, or so it felt. Placing the egg back in the makeshift nest she picked up the goose to check if it too was real gold, which it was. While examining it she came across on the bottom a engraved seal of two dragons intertwined. She knew that seal, it was the logo of a shop in Diagon Alley that had just opened. They made custom figurines and statues. Hermione had for a moment considered getting Harry and Ron each a statue from them for Christmas but had in the end decided that they didn't need them.
She was willing to bet that the store kept some sort record of who bought what. Smiling to herself she decided that it was late and she was going to have to stop by the shop in the morning so she wanted to be well rested. Humming 'Little Drummer Boy' under her breath she made her way to bed happier than she had been in days.
A/N: You know this is my most read story that I have posted? I didn't know that. Finding that out just made my day. I'm beaming right now. So thank you everyone who reads this. As I said in the note before this chapter I swear I will have this done before Valentine's Day. So look out for days seven and eight with in the next week or two.
Random Quote
"Why does everyone think that Slytherin is synonymous with cruel and evil damnit didn't anyone ever read the Hogwarts: A History to be in Slytherin you had to be ambition and cunning not evil or mean in anyway" Draco.
"Why do people say goodbye as if you'll never see the person again? Why do they even call them goodbyes, it seems ominous and makes things hard. I don't why we even have to say goodbye." Charlie (My OC not Ron's brother)