Life with Zabini and Malfoy

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A/N: Wow! You guys are absolutely amazing! Honestly! 50 reviews! I am a very happy girl this weekend! Also a big thank you to all those wonderful people out their that provided me with some terrific names. They are not going to come in this chap…but they will soon a little clue in the end of the chap).

And of course, a big round of applause to my beta Ms. Anna!

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Draco and Blaise watched in amazement as the door to the garage lifted all on its own.

"Is that magic?" Blaise asked, speaking up for the first time.

Mrs. Granger looked backed towards the two boys in the back sear in surprise, and then smiled, "No silly, its automatic,"

At the questioning looks on both boys' faces, Mrs. Granger sighed, "Our worlds sure are different, aren't they?"

Draco and Blaise both nodded, and watched curiously as Mrs. Granger parked the car in the garage, happy that they would soon be able to get out of the cramped car.

"C'mon, then," Mrs. Granger said to the two boys as she stepped out the car, heading for the door.

Blaise and Draco dragged their luggage out and jumped in surprise as the car let out a beep.

Mrs. Granger grinned, "Don't worry, its just telling me that I locked it."

Draco cursed under his breath, angered at himself for being scared by something so trivial.

Mrs. Granger unlocked the door and showed the boys in, where Draco and Blaise were greeted by an unusual sight. Hermione's arms were wrapped around a man's neck. The man had blonde hair, and water blue eyes. He looked to be in his forties and Blaise guessed that this was David Granger, Hermione's father.

Immediately, Draco's head turned away, uncomfortable at such a show of affection. He nearly gagged as he pictured himself hugging his own father, Lucius Malfoy. Blaise simply watched curiously, never really knowning his actual father, and having six other fake dads who were never around for more than a year; Blaise had never known such a moment between father and child.

Suddenly, the embracing father and daughter broke apart, noticing their presence.

"Ahhh, so these are your friends," the tall men smiled, a warm smile, unlike the fake and cold ones that Draco had always known from his own father. Hermione sniffed, glared at the boys and started to protest. Before she had the chance to, David was already standing in front of the two boys, matching their heights.

"Hello!" David Granger's deep voice boomed, grasping Blaise's hand in his own, "Call me David! It is nice to have some other blokes around for a while! Maybe we can get on a game or football or rugby later! Hermione was never one for those type of sports."

Hermione huffed and crossed her arms, "Dad! Geez! They are pureblood wizards! They don't know how to play football or rugby! Hell! They don't even know what football and rugby are!"

"Hermione Granger!" Mrs. Granger stood forward, making her small presence known and about to go on a rant and report her daughter's bad behavior to her husband, but was interrupted by an evil-looking, blackish owl that flew in from the open window in the living room.

Hermione's face considerably paled and she let out a yelp as she saw the red envelope that landed on the sofa.

"You don't-don't thi-think that is a-a," Forgetting about her earlier anger, she stammered nervously and glanced at the two boys.

Draco and Blaise looked at the object cautiously, while Mr. and Mrs. Granger look on in confusion. Blaise walked carefully towards the bright red letter, and picked it up.

"Who is it for?" Draco asked, as he walked towards Blaise. He then frowned as he peered over Blaise's shoulder.

"Mrs. Elizabeth Granger?" They both said in unison.

"You're joking!" Hermione half-said, half-yelled.

Blaise said nothing as he showed her the envelope. Hermione gasped.

Suddenly, the howler exploded. A screeching woman's voice could be heard as the red letter flew towards Mrs. Granger.

"How dare you! How dare that old coot of a headmaster! Sending my PUREBLOOD son to spend time with a bunch of dirty mudbloods! Don't you dare to inflict your filthy germs on MY son!"

And the howler went on and on. Everybody in the room froze. Mrs. Granger stood with one hand digging into her husband's arms, whose mouth was agape, both starring at the screaming letter in bafflement.

Blaise was the first one to move. He took out his wand and muttered a spell. The letter immediately stopped, fell to the floor and burst into flames.

"My deepest apologies, Mrs. Granger" Blaise said, his voice grim, his expression somber, "That was my mother. I planned to send her a letter as soon as possible to explain the situation. It is my fault that I did not sort out the problem sooner."

Mrs. Granger, with the help of her husband walked to the sofa, making sure to stay as far as possible from where the howler landed and collapsed.

"Let me get you a cup of water," Hermione said, breathlessly and ran towards the kitchen, her heart still pounding.

"AHH" Hermione cried, nearly dumping the glass of water she carried as a man in dark cloak and raven hair greeted her in the kitchen.

It was none other than Severus Snape, the Golden Trio's hated potion master.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" Hermione said, half-accusingly, half-fearfully, still not over the howler.

"Do not assume," Snape said in a disgusted tone, "that it is my wish to be here. Can't trust you children to do anything right! We have just received some magical signals from this house. Have we not made it clear that wands are not to be used during these two months?"

"It is not my fault!" Hermione cried, not noticing the other residents of the house rushing in to the kitchen to find out the commotion.

"It was my fault," Blaise stepped forward, "or perhaps Dumbledore's mistake, apparently no one bothered to fully explain the situation to my mother and she is no fan of muggles and muggleborns. She sent a howler."

Snape frowned, and was about to reply when Mrs. Granger came into the room, still pale from her previous shock and her eyes widened again as she saw Snape.

"Severus?" Mrs. Granger gasped.

Hermione's jaw dropped. Her mother just called her professor, by his first name. How can that be when they never met in their life? Or so Hermione thought.

"Is that really you?" Mrs. Granger continued to stare, "it's been so long!"

Snape looked almost confused, a disbelieving look on his face. If the scene weren't so shocking, Hermione would have laughed out loud.

"Elizabeth?" Snape croaked.

"My god!" Elizabeth Granger cried, "It really is you! You are a wizard! That makes so much more sense! The flying plates, the shattering windows, the owl and everything!"

Draco, Blaise and Hermione watched the scene unfold with amazement.

"You've been teaching my daughter all these years and I never knew!" Mrs. Granger squealed, "Imagine that!"

Snape simple stared at her in bewilderment.

"You never returned any of my letters!" Mrs. Granger's eyes became teary, "you promised to! And the phone number you give me! Its for a toilet paper company!"

Snape paled, "Elizabeth-I-I-"

"Its okay!" Mrs. Granger assured him, and walked forward as if wanting to hug him.

Snape, remembering the students in the room immediately stepped back, and said hastily "I've got to go! Dumbledore is waiting!"

Mrs. Granger looked crestfallen but soon cheered up again, "Let's go out for coffee sometimes!"

"Yeah-" Snape said, and with a Bang disappeared.

"Mom, what happened between you and Snape? I demand an answer!" Hermione nagged, a blushing Mrs. Granger who was bustling around the kitchen preparing dinner, having completely forgotten about the exploding red letter earlier.

Draco leaned against the kitchen doorframe and watched the scene with amusement. Blaise was sitting on a chair, looking ready to fall asleep. But upon closer inspection, one could see that this was only his look of curiosity. Draco and Blaise, who both had handful of house-elves and maids at home and feeling that there is no need to come in contact with them longer than necessary had never seen the process of cooking before, either by magic or without. Besides, the conversation between mother and daughter was thoroughly entertaining.

"It is P0rofessor Snape to you!" Hermione's mother snapped, "and nothing happened!"

"Are you sure nothing happened?" Hermione's eyes narrowed. "So how come you know him so well? And call him by his first name? AND asked him out for coffee?"

Draco snorted and Blaise stifled a laugh.

"I told you a million times already!" Mrs. Granger attempted to stare sternly at her daughter but failed miserably. "It is something similar as having these two wonderful young gentlemen staying with us! We were told he was a student from German or somewhere staying in England to learn English! That was it!"

"That is seriously hard to believe! You looked like you were about to hug him and kiss him and--," Hermione kept on interrogating.

"We were close friends!" the elder Granger said, thoroughly exhausted but still flaming red in the face as she threw some chopped vegetables into a big pot of boiling water. Draco scrunched his nose in disgust, obviously never eaten anything so cheap before. "I was dating you father when Severus was staying with us!"

Hermione shivered at the use of Snape's first name by her mother and muttered, "Thank god you didn't bring any mini Snape's into the world. I don't know which is worse, being a mini Snape or having Snape as a Father."

Blaise couldn't help but snicker as Mrs. Granger glared at Hermione, clearly hearing what she said.

"Mini Snapes," Hermione shuddered, "they would be almost as bad as Malferret!"

Draco instantly leaped up from his relaxed position. Before he had the chance to retort, however, Hermione was already half way up the stairs, shouting down at them "I've got to write a letter to Harry and Ron, tell them about my mom's love affair with Snape! They are going to die of shock! So find your own way around!"

"Hermione Granger!" Mrs. Granger shot daggers up the stair with her eyes, her hands on her hips.

"So sorry," She continued to say, looking at the two boys with a softer expression. "I'll—"

She was interrupted as the front door opened.

Draco stared at the two figures coming in and let out a girlish scream.

A/N: Again, big thanks to people who reviewed! And I hope there are more review to come!

Still amazed with the long list of names! To tell you the truth… I never really read the notes left by authors at the end or beginning of stories. I know it is rude of me! But their stories are just so amazingly addictive and all…you get the point.

I am honestly getting lazy…I started this chapter last Sunday but did not finish until this Friday. Still not too bad I suppose, as long as it is an update per week. I am getting lots of headaches these days, although I don't know why. They especially seem bad when I go on the computer so I'll be staying away for sometime. But there will still be updates once per week at the very least!

Right now, I am sorry to say that I have not finished with the Responses to review. But they will be up soon after…Monday at the latest. I just thought people would appreciate to have read this chapter instead of waiting until I finish the Responses and then post the chapter.

Also some people might have noticed my new story: Hell with Zabini and Malfoy. I am ashamed to say that I have not yet started the second chapter. But expect an update by next Sunday.

For people who are expecting romance, you will be waiting for a while if not forever. At the moment, this fic will remain a humorous one. If people have noticed, this is put under the category Drama/Humor. But we'll have to see how it goes. I hope I do not lost readers simply because of this because there definitely will be some moments. Between who and who is hard to say now, but as I say…we'll just have to see how it goes.