Hello, this is my response to the "Summer Night's" challenge by MarauderbyMoonlight. No idea if they still are active, but meh. Is responding to challenges even "in" anymore? However, I liked this challenge so let's give it a go.
REQUIREMENTS:
-takes place during summer after fourth or fifth year
-Harry is at the Dursleys' (duh)
-Harry helps a neighbour, no matter how, but he must make a really good impression
-the neighbour turns out to be the head of a country club that Vernon and Petunia just joined
-the club is holding a welcome party for the Dursleys and insists that Harry comes too
-the neighbour is a relative of Hermoine, and she with her parents are also attending the party
-being worried about Harry, Hermoine first doesn't want to go to the club, but her mother convinces her
-MUST END ON HARRY AND HERMOINE (duh again)
OPTIONAL:
-Dudley starts simping for Hermoine and is pissed that she spends her evening with Harry
-Dudley acts like an ass and embarasses Vernon, while Harry is the perfect gentleman
-If Harry and Hermoine hit it off during the dance, Vernon screams at Harry for using Magic on her, then fights with Hermoine's parents, not knowing she's a witch
Ok, let's goooooooooooooooooooooooo :D
*chunk* *chunk* the axe slammed into the bark of the mighty oak tree repeatedly, but the stubborn wood would just not break. Sighing, Harry swiped away the sweat on his forehead before he looked around.
'No one in sight, time for the big guns' smirking, the green-eyed wizard pulled out his wand, pointed it at himself and muttered "Pakari". Immediately, he could feel how his body was flooded with new strength and he swung the axe once again, chipping away a good chunk of wood. But what was Harry doing, felling an oak tree in the summer? Let's look back a few weeks.
Six weeks ago
Harry was taking a stroll through Little Whining. It was just a week ago that he came back from Hogwarts after his fourth year. He may have won the Triwizard tournament, but the death of Cedric and the return of Voldemort definitely hung over him, his godfather was still on the run and overall everything was shit. The only upside he currently had was that he found something from his mom. Well, more or less. When he was forced by his morbidly obese uncle to clean the attic of number 4 Pivet Drive, he found a package in an old chest. On the package, the name of his mom was written with an address, probably her childhood home. But there was no sender. Figuring that his jealous aunt stole it before his mom could open it, Harry decided to open the package. Inside, he found a book with the title "MATORAN SPELLS''
Harry absolutely devoured the book, the spells inside were seemingly mostly body-modifying. One night, when his curiosity squashed his caution, he used one of the spells. After he said the words, he felt himself shrinking. Breaking concentration, he grew again. Cheering internally, Harry was eager to test every spell in the book, before he remembered the whole thing with using magic outside of Hogwarts. Freaking out, he waited anxiously for the letter that would expel him from Hogwarts, but it never came, the matoran spells were untraceable.
Back to Harry and his stroll, Harry suddenly realised that he was in one of the richer neighbourhoods. He shrugged, there was no crime in walking around here.
A few minutes later, Harry stepped on the street and greeted the elderly couple that he let pass politely, who both greeted back. Harry continued his walk before he heard a scream behind him. Turning around, he saw the elderly couple on the ground and three people with black masks running towards him. "STOP THEM!" yelled the old man, Harry slipped his wand discreetly into his hand and muttered "Felnas" This spell disrupted the natural abilities of those close to him. And just as the thugs passed Harry, they all tumbled over their legs and fell down. Quickly grabbing the purse, Harry ran to the couple and let the thugs wither on the ground. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" Asked Harry. The woman shook her head and slowly stood up, but the man was holding his knee. "We have to get him home, can you help me young man?" Asked the woman. Harry nodded and helped the man to his feet. Looking back at the slowly rising thugs, Harry once again pointed his wand at them and muttered "Komau" This spell was similar to the imperious curse, but it didn't rob the target of its free will. It just forced them to follow any suggestion the caster planted in their heads. So Harry planted the idea to bolt it into their heads and they just did that.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry helped the old man into an armchair, wincing in sympathy of the man's pained groan. The woman just came back from making a phone call, she sat down on a couch and motioned to Harry to also sit down. "I want to thank you once again for your help, young man. It was really brave to go against those hooligans." "No problem ma'am, I simply did the right thing" The man scoffed and said "Right and stupid. Those ruffians should've kicked your scrawny ass into next week" "HAROLD!" Yelled the woman. The now named Harold scoffed once again and mumbled "Sorry, pain and shock and all" Shaking her head, the woman said to Harry "Please excuse my crude husband dear. Oh my, where are my manners? My name is Elizabeth Belvedere and the grumpy old man is my dear hubby Harold." Harold gave Harry a nod and the fourteen year old said "Pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Belvedere. My name is Harry Potter." Harry shook the hands of both of them, firmly with Mr. Belvedere, gently with Mrs. Belvedere. "A fierce handshake" said Mr. Belvedere "You are stronger than you look young man" chuckling, Harry replied "Not really sir" "Nonsense" Started , who was interrupted by a loud ring. Mrs. Belvedere stood up and opened the door. She quickly returned with a tall man in tow. "Harry, this is Dr. Pollard, he is our neighbour and our family doctor. I called him to check on Harold" Harry greeted the doctor politely, who just nodded before he got to work. The Belvedere couple had a bit more small talk with Harry before Dr. Pollard stood up and said "Your kneecap got slightly dislocated Harold. I will put a splint on it and you will wear it for five weeks. No unnecessary walking or heavy labour got it? God knows how your old bones will react to that".
With that he slapped a stiff splint to Mr. Belvedere's leg, said a quick goodbye and left. "Ah damn, so now I'll have to sit on my wrinkled ass for the whole summer?" Complained the old man. "HAROLD! HOW OFTEN DO I HAVE TO CORRECT YOUR LANGUAGE?!" Screeched his wife, who once again got waved off. Harry just sat there, unsure what he should say. "Uhhh, I think I should leave now. I wish you a good and quick recovery sir, and hope you have a nice evening ma'am. Goodbye." Harry stood up, but the sharp voice of Mr. Belvedere stopped him "Now you just wait a second" Harry froze and looked at the old man. "Listen here young man, there are certain things I wanted to do in the garden and house this summer. But now I can't do it." Harry nodded and the old man continued "So here you come into the play. Looking for a job?" Now he had Harry's attention. A job in the summer? Awesome if you asked him, it meant he could get away from the Dursleys for most of the day. "I'm interested. What shall I do?" Mr. Belvedere nodded in approval "I like your enthusiasm. You will be my substitute. Simply do what I say and we all will be happy. When can you start?" "Tomorrow" And so Harry found a job.
Flashback end
In the end, Harry's job was quite simple. He had to fix a few things in the house and do some garden work, nothing too hard or complicated. Mr. Belvedere also paid him more than generous, Harry first tried to decline the payment but the old man was even more stubborn than he was. Mrs. Belvedere seemingly had also decided that he was now her adopted grandson, she would never let Harry start working or go home without stuffing him full of food.
The last task Harry got was felling the oak tree he was currently busy with, Mr. Belvedere said he should fell it, then remove the stump and lastly cut the trunk into the right size for the oven in the house. Harry knew it would take him several days to finish, a fact he was quite happy for. While he didn't want to waste time, he knew that he would need at least the whole week for it, and after that he would only need to endure one more week at the Dursleys before he could go to London before the new school year started.
"Oh Harry~" came a sultry voice from the house. "How are you doing over there~" Came another. The green eyed wizard sighed and put the axe down. Those voices belonged to Missy and Larissa Belvedere, the granddaughters of the Belvedere couple, and the textbook definition of gold diggers. They showed up just two days after Mr. Belvedere's injury was made official, and since then they were practically ensnaring their grandpa with attention. Harry quickly saw through them, their smiles and words were fake, all they were interested in was his money. And being the greedy bitches they were, they weren't satisfied with what they got. No, they also tried to seduce Harry, so he spends his money on them. Harry did that exactly one time, when he invited both girls for some ice cream, but when they started to tell him of some purses or shoes they saw and liked, he quickly started ignoring them as best as he could. Problem was, he was a barely fifteen year old male, and those two were his age and mostly wore clothes that barely passed as covering. That's why Harry switched to getting up an hour earlier than normal, so he could….take care of himself in order to resist the two girls.
Today, they once again wore quite aggressive clothing. Low cut tops and nearly see through skirts, there was no need for a good imagination to guess their body shapes. Both girls came out of the house and grabbed his arms. "Wow, you really got strong~" said Missy while caressing his arm. "Yeah" chirped Larissa "You have practically snapped that stupid tree, impressive~" Chuckling, Harry said "Thanks you two, but please step back, I want to fell it today and it might get dangerous" The two might be lying bitches, but that was not enough to put them in any kind of danger. After he said that, the girls quickly let him go and ran back to the veranda in order to watch him. Harry cringed when he saw how they both pushed their breasts out. 'Can't they see that these pathetic attempts at seducing me are useless?' thought Harry. Shaking his head to get his focus back, he concentrated to check if the Pakari spell was still active. It was, and so Harry continued slamming the axe into the mighty oak trunk. It still took him another two hours to get to the critical point. In that time, Mr. Belvedere hobbled outside in order to watch the tree fall. He was currently talking to his granddaughters about their school life when Harry's "TIMBER!" caught his attention. The three saw how the tree gave a loud groan before it toppled away from the house and finally, with a giant slam, fell to the ground.
"HOLY FRAGAROLI THAT WAS AWESOME!" Yelled Harry. He slammed the axe into the tree stump and jumped around, doing a little happy dance. "DO IT AGAIN!" Yelled Mr. Belvedere. The old man had jumped to his feet, ignored the pain and was cheering along with Harry. It might seem improper for someone his age, but come on, a giant tree falling over, that was something all men regardless of age found cool. But Harry quickly intervened. Moving quickly, he gently grabbed his employer at the shoulders and helped him sit down. "Sorry sir, but you still have to rest your leg. At least you got to see it right?" Mr. Belvedere chuckled and said "You are right son. You can continue after lunch, I bet you are hungry right now." Eagerly nodding, Harry washed his hands on a nearby tab and followed Mr. Belvedere and the twin sisters into the house.
One week later
"*pant* there we go" panted Harry. He had finally finished cutting and stacking the oak tree. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned against the garden shack and marvelled at his finished work. He felt proud, even though he used magic, it was still a big project that he finished all by himself. Putting away his work utensils and washing himself, Harry made his way into the house to inform Mr. Belvedere that he was finished.
"Harry there you are" came the voice of Mrs. Belvedere. Harry looked towards her and saw her standing in the living room with a finely dressed man. "This here is Gregory Simmons, our personal tailor" Gregory shook Harry's hand firmly and started guiding him towards a stool. "Uh sorry ma'am, but what is going on here?" asked Harry, while Gregory was already busy removing his clothes. The situation was so perplexing for Harry, he wasn't even able to fight it. "Hm? Didn't Harold tell you?" Harry shook his head "Oh, well dear, as you know, we are the heads of the Surrey Country Club. This weekend, we have a meet and greet party for a newly joined family. Harold and I have decided that as a bonus reward for your hard work, we will take you with us as our personal guest" Harry's jaw hit the floor "And since it is a quite formal setting, you'll need a suit, that's why Gregory is here. He will tailor you a brand new suit"
"B-but ma'am" started Harry "There is no chance that I made enough money to pay for a customised suit" his complaints got waved off by the old lady. "Nonsense my dear. The suit is your reward for saving us from those ruffians" A chuckle caught Harry's attention "Just take it boy" said Gregory "The old folks are more stubborn than a rock. When they decide to give you something, you have to take it. Now stand still" The tailor then started to take Harry's measurements, unaware to Harry, the twin girls were standing in the door frame and were swooning over Harry's half naked, muscular body. In their opinion, the scars that littered his torso made him just more sexy.
Mr. Belvedere also entered the living room. While he got rid of the splint, Dr. Pollard still made him walk with a cane. He studied Harry for a few minutes before he said "What's with all those scars son? Do you have a regular itch in your fist or what?" Surprised, Harry said "Ergh, no sir. There are just some really bad hooligans around, in my neighbourhood as well as in my school. They often beat me up when I was younger, now I mostly give them their change back if you know what I mean" He pointed to the huge scar on his right arm, where the basilisk bit him "A huge snake once entered our dorm and bit me just before I managed to throw it out of the window" This muggle proof version of the basilisk incident resulted in Harry staying way after diner at the Belvedere house, where he was forced to tell them about his school life.
Saturday evening, number 4 privet drive
"BOY!" Barked the voice of Vernon Dursley. The obese man was sitting with his wife and son at the coffee table, which was full with fine pastry, handmade by Harry. Harry on the other hand was currently in the kitchen, washing dishes, but now he quickly turned around to answer his uncle. "Yes Uncle Vernon?" The fat man stared at Harry for a second before he said "We three will go out tonight, have you finished all of your tasks?" Harry nodded quickly "Yes sir. Everything is done" With a grunt, his uncle said "Hrmpf, I guess in that case you can have a quiet evening. But if you move just the tiniest bit out of line, you will wish for your cupboard. Am I clear?" "Crystal clear" Nodding, Vernon said "Good, then go to your room and be quiet" And so Harry left and quietly got ready for the party with the Belvederes.
Granger Household, other end of Surrey
"Stop squirming Hermione!" hissed Jean Granger. The dentist was currently busy combing the bushy hair her daughter inherited from her father. "But mom" complained the young witch "Is it really necessary for me to go to that party?" In response, her mother simply gave one strong pull to her hair that made Hermione yelp. "Young lady, this is the first chance we have to see your grandparents this summer! Your grandfather got injured and now you don't want to go? I thought I raised you better!" Hermione just gave an angry huff and said "I know that grandpa got injured, but we still get to see them at the end-of-summer diner right? Also, Missy and Larissa will be there, and my brain is too valuable to be in their presence" This jab against her cousins was answered with another hair pull by her mother "Stop that mom!" she hissed. An ice cold voice answered "I will stop once you give me a legit reason why I should allow you to stay home" Now Hermione was trapped. She had a good reason, but if she told her mother, she would first get teased into oblivion, and then her dad would do something stupid. Fidgeting and stammering around, she mumbled several words. Jean wasn't impressed, so she said "I'll give you five seconds before I pull again" Terrified by that threat, Hermione took a deep breath and said "It's Harry" "Harry?" asked Jean "You mean Harry Potter? Your boyfriend right?"
Hermione's face erupted in a furious blush "Wh-wha? Mom, no, he isn't my boyfriend!" "You sure" came the teasing voice of her mother who restarted the brushing "I can't remember a single letter from you where he wasn't mentioned at least twice. However, what is with him?" "He spends the summer with his horrible relatives. And after what happened at the end of that horrible tournament, I'm sure he needs someone to talk to. Please mom, just drop me off at Little Whining and pick me up when you get home!" Sighing, Jean worked the brush through a particularly stubborn knot in her daughter's hair and said "Listen Hermione, I get that you can't tell me what exactly happened, but if what you told me about his relatives is true, how do you expect that to work out? You get there, they will open the door and you'll introduce yourself as a school friend of Harry and BAM! The door is once again closed. Nobody will be happy if you and him have a horrible evening. But if you want, we can visit him tomorrow. I'm sure I'll be able to butter something up so that we can get Harry out of there for a few hours. But for now, we will go to your grandparents club and have a nice evening. Deal?" Sighing, Hermione said "Deal"
Smiling, Jean stood up and walked to the wardrobe in the room. "Good, now come over here and let me help you with your dress." She held up a beautiful purple dress. After fifteen minutes, Hermione was finally stuffed into the dress. It was a truly nice dress, the problem was, it was bought at the beginning of the summer. Hermione learned that her body liked the sun and salt water at the mediterranean sea. She grew a few inches, her hair got lighter in colour and lost a bit of its bushiness. But the most important change was that her assets got way bigger. While she wore a lower b-cup through the last school year, she was now scratching at a d-cup. This resulted in the dress having a similar effect as a push-up bra. Jean nodded approvingly and left to get ready herself. So now Hermione was left alone, perfect time to admire herself. As she gazed at her mirror image, she smiled. Her hair was now in soft waves, something only her mother managed to do. The dress flared out at her knees and hugged the rest of her body closely. Grinning and feeling a bit bold, she grabbed her breasts and lifted them up a bit, marvelling at how evenly tanned her breasts were. Nude beaches certainly had some pros once you ignored the ogling boys. 'I wish I looked like this when the yule ball was announced. I bet Harry would've asked me the second he learned about it' she thought dreamingly before her thoughts came to a screeching halt 'Wait a second….where did that come from?...d-do I actually fancy Harry' Now she became nervous. Were there some underlying feelings for her best friend? 'Time for mom's 'idiot safe horny test' ' Now what was that you might ask? Simple, the maternal side of Hermione's family had one quite…..strange trait. An active imagination paired with a strong and quick response of their bodies. So Hermione forced an image of Harry into her mind and looked down. And would you look at that, just five seconds later she could see and feel her nipples harden. 'OH CRAP! I'm definitely fancying Harry….damn. Ok calm down buck teeth, this is a problem for Hogwarts Hermione, muggle Hermione will go to that party tonight, fulfil her familial duties and will try to get a bit drunk. Yes, that's a good plan. Let's do this' and so Hermione got downstairs to join her parents and leave for the party.
Surrey Country Club
Harry walked into the huge ball room in his brand new three piece suit. It was truly a fine piece of clothing, the feeling was even better than acromantula silk. Gregory definitely knew his stuff. The party hasn't even started yet, and for Harry it was still one of the best evenings in his life already. The Belvedere's picked him up with a limousine ten minutes after the three Dursleys left. Mr. Belvedere was dressed in the finest dress suit Harry had ever seen. Deep black with a navy blue bow tie that looked more fancy than normal. Mrs. Belvedere wore a tasteful wine-red evening dress, befitting for an older lady. Missy and Larissa wore near identical cocktail dresses, Missy in forest green, Larissa in dark yellow. Just one glance at them told Harry that they weren't wearing any undergarments. With a sigh, Harry moved in between the girls to fulfil his only duty for tonight. Escorting the two girls into the ball room. He held out his arms and both girls immediately latched onto his arms with huge grins on their faces. Mr. Belvedere shot Harry an apologetic look before he linked arms with his wife. Once they entered the room, the master of ceremonies said in a calm voice "Entering are Master and Mistress Belvedere, the two young mistresses Belvedere and their chaperone Master Potter"
Now inside the huge ball room, Harry saw what exactly he was dealing with here. The room was almost as large as the great hall, long tables lined the walls, filled with different kinds of light food and pastries. There was a small orchestra playing a soft tune in one corner, on the other side was a fully stocked bar, where three middle aged men were working. In the other two corners, a few seating accommodations were placed. On the head side of the room were two finely carved stairs that looked almost like thrones. Above each seat was a small golden plaque. It didn't take a genius to guess that those seats were reserved for the elderly Belvederes. "Lad" said Mr. Belvedere. Harry turned to him and nodded "Would you be so kind and fetch us all a few drinks. I'll take a Whiskey. Dear?" He asked his wife "I'll take the same please. Girls?" "Can we have one wine please?" "Yeah grandpa please. It is a special occasion tonight right?" Missy and Larissa were fluttering their eyes at their grandpa who gave a small smile "Of course my dears. One wine has never hurt anyone. Oh and for the other folks, knowing my kids and in-laws, two cognacs and three glasses of wine. We'll be over there ok?" He motioned towards the two reserved seats and looked at Harry. The green eyed teen gave a polite nod and walked over to the bar.
"Ah what can I get you, young senor?" Asked one of the bartenders in a Spanish accent. Harry gave his order and the bartender looked at him suspiciously. "I'm sorry young senor but are you trying to fool Diego? You are not old enough to drink right?" Deciding to go with the truth, Harry said "I'm sorry Diego, I didn't mean to offend you. Mr. Belvedere sent me, I guess his leg still hurts and he wanted to sit down" Now Diego looked a bit shocked "El jefe send you?" Harry nodded. "Your name?" "Harry. Harry Potter sir." A smile broke out on Diego's face "Ahhh, el nene auxiliar del jefe. Two whiskey, two cognac and five wines right?" Another nod. "PABLO!" Barked Diego "You heard the order, rápido rápido!" A much younger man scrambled in the background and started making the drinks. Harry wanted to walk aside so someone else could order a drink, but two soft clinks stopped him. "Stay here senor and share a drink with Diego" He poured a green liquid into both shot glasses and handed one to Harry. "¡Chinchín!" He said in a cheerful voice and downed the shot. Shrugging, Harry also grabbed a glass and drank the shot. Coughing a bit from the minty taste, he looked at Diego who was laughing. "You like it? Crème de menthe it is called. Good for waking up. Diego thought you might need it. Here, take another one" He quickly filled both glasses and waited for Harry to pick his. After both downed the shot once more, a small tray with the drinks he ordered was placed on the counter. But there was also a beer tulip placed on it. Diego said "Pablo must've thought that you also wanted a drink. Enjoy your evening young senor" Harry thanked Diego and Pablo politely, picked up the tray and cautiously walked towards the Belvederes.
Earlier
Hermione followed her parents into the ballroom. She smiled, in the end she was still happy to see her grandparents. "JEAN! How is my favourite sister tonight?" came a happy male voice from the side. In the next second, Hermione's mom was sweeped up in a fierce hug, and she happily returned. Her elder brother John was smiling broadly. "Since I'm your only sister, I think it's clear that I'm your favourite. But I'm quite well, thank you. How are you?" Laughing, John set her down and said "Never been better. That wellness vacation was heavenly!" He slung his arm around Hermione's father, Francis, and said "And what about you my handsome brother-in-law? Still treating the missus right I hope?" With a barking laugh, Francis gave John a fistbump and said "You can bet on it my man" Before Hermione could take a breath, she was also lifted off the ground "And here is my beautiful and scary smart niece! How is life treating you?" "Hey uncle John. Everything is fine." Her uncle sat her back on the ground and Hermione hugged her aunt "And hello aunt Lisa. You look great!" It was an honest compliment, her aunt was a very beautiful lady.
A few minutes later, the greetings and catching up were done and the five of them walked to the head side of the room to meet the rest of their family. Hermione saw how her grandpa was just a few feet away from his reserved seat, when a fat boy her age ran into him and, instead of apologising and helping him up, just barked "Watch it old man!". The fat boy in the horrible baby blue suit then looked around, eating a muffin. Once his eyes fell onto Hermione, he grinned and walked towards her. Desperately looking around, Hermione saw how her parents, uncle and aunt were currently busy conversing with a few friends. "Hey baby" the voice of the boy ripped her out of her thoughts "How about you and me look for a quiet place and I will show you the reason for my nickname" Before she could stop herself, she said "If your nickname is 'Blubber', I can already see the reason fatty" Taken aback, the boy said "Nonono, of course not gorgeous. It is 'Big D' if you catch my drift" He winked at her, a motion that looked ridiculous because of his small eyes. Scoffing, Hermione said "Sorry, I don't have a forklift with me" And with that she walked towards her parents and told them that her grandpa was pushed to the ground. All four adults quickly looked towards Mr. Belvedere, who was still sitting on the ground, apparently Missy and Larissa helped him sit, but were not strong enough to help him to his feet. The five relatives quickly made their way towards the fallen patriarch, when suddenly a young man in a black suit with a tray full of drinks hurried over to him, handed the tray to Missy and quickly helped Mr. Belvedere to his feet.
After Harry picked up his boss, he grabbed his arm and guided him towards his seat. "Dear god sir, are you alright? Here sit down" He placed the old man in his seat and kneeled down before him, carefully examining his previously injured knee. "Does it hurt? Can you still move it? Shall I call Dr. Pollard?" Harry was quickly working himself into an Hermione-like ramble. "LAD!" Yelled Mr. Belvedere "I am alright, thank you very much. God, you sound like my granddaughter" Chuckling, Harry stood up and said "Sorry sir, I was just worried and wanted to make sure. My best friend at school also has a tendency to ramble" Waving the worried teen off, Mr Belvedere said with a chuckle "Don't worry son. I appreciate the concern. Now where is my Whiskey? I could definitely use a drink, perhaps a stiff one later. Does Diego still have that fine Crème de menthe?" Nodding, Harry took one of the Whiskeys from the tray Missy was still holding and handed it to Mr. Belvedere, who took a small sip from it before sighing in satisfaction. Grinning, Harry turned around and just wanted to take the tray back from Missy, when he was tackled to the ground by a brown and purple missile. Before Harry's back impacted with the ground, the familiar cracking of his ribs told him that he was once more engulfed in a 'Hermy-Hug'.
"Urgh that hurt. Hey Hermione, fancy seeing you here. Air is getting short here" said Harry in a gasping voice. Quickly he was released and suddenly, the happy and teary face of his best friend entered his vision. "Oh Harry! I'm so happy to see you! Had I known earlier that you would be here, I wouldn't have fought mom about coming here. Are you working here? Sorry, I didn't want to hinder you" Her ramble was interrupted by a booming laugh and a rumble underneath her. The laughing came from her grandpa, the rumbling was Harry who was desperately trying not to laugh. Blushing brightly, Hermione quickly got off of Harry, who in return stood up himself, still chuckling. "Sorry 'Mione. But it is just so funny how you are able to hold an entire conversation with yourself" Harry definitely had trouble containing his laughter, Mr. Belvedere didn't even try. Deciding that she didn't like being laughed at, she slapped Harry's arm hard and huffed "PRAT! And here I was worried about you" She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing them up a bit. And at that moment, Harry suddenly wished he remembered that spell Lockhart used to vanish the bones in his hand, a neck out of rubber would certainly be useful now.
"It is good to see you, Hermione. I trust you are well?" Nodding, the young witch answered "Yes grandpa. Everything is fine with me. How are you?" "Couldn't be better. Harry here helped me quite a lot this summer, that's why he's here"
"So I take the boy you just slammed to the ground, is the famous Harry Potter?" "It seems so Francis. It amazes me that she still denies that he's her boyfriend" "YOU KNOW HERMY?" "The hell is going on here?" *slap* "Don't be so vulgar John!" the voices of her relatives swirled around Hermione.
It took close to twenty minutes for Hermione, Harry and Mr. Belvedere to explain everything (muggle proof of course). Missy and Larissa had trouble accepting that Harry was the best friend of their no-longer-buck-toothed cousin, but they finally accepted that fact.
Harry and Hermione were now on the dance floor, Hermione had insisted that Harry danced with her at least once. It was a slow waltz, and Hermione was pleasantly surprised that Harry managed to avoid stepping on her toes. But their moment of peace was ruined by a voice that both of them didn't want to hear. "So we meet again sexy. Come on, ditch this guy and join me" Not letting go of Harry, Hermione hissed "I told you before fatty. LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" "Oi!" Harry now turned around and wanted to give the guy a piece of his own mind but then he froze "Dudley?" "Freak?" The two cousins stared at each other in confusion. "What the hell are you doing here freak? And where did you get that suit?" Asked the younger Dursley. "The club owner invited me. And you?" Now Dudley scoffed "Yeah right, you probably used your freak powers to get in here. Wait till dad hears it" and with that he bolted off.
"That was your cousin?" Asked Hermione. "I told you he was fat" replied Harry. "But we have to hurry and find your family, I'm pretty sure shit will hit the fan here pretty soon" *slap* "LANGUAGE!" hissed Hermione with a slap to his shoulder. Grinning, Harry let his wand, which he kept hidden in his sleeve, slid in his hand "What are you doing?" whispered Hermione "You can't do magic outside of school" Pointing his wand at himself, using the body of his best friend as a visual shield, Harry said "not this kind of magic. Calix" his body glowed for a second and then Harry grabbed Hermione and started dragging her towards her family.
They quickly reached the two ornate chairs, and Hermione couldn't help but notice that Harry moved extremely fast and fluidly, also he was way stronger than she thought. Taking a deep breath, he answered her unasked question "This spell raises my physical abilities to the utmost perfection, but needs a lot of magic. Figured I needed some extra strenght" Nodding, they both walked the last few feet to be near Mr. Belvedere.
Now standing beside the aged patriarch, Harry and Hermione were engaged in a light conversation about their holidays, the Belvedere couple was chiming in here and there. But suddenly, their peace was broken by a bellowing shout. "BOY!" Harry looked up and saw his morbidly obese uncle storming towards him. The fat man had a face as purple as Hermione's dress. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? I TOLD NOT TO STEP OUT OF LINE!" He walked towards Harry and was just about to grab him, when suddenly the cane of Mr. Belvedere entered his field of vision. "What is all this shouting about Vernon?" "Uh Harold y-you see h-he uh" "Stop mumbling around and get clear. But I guess we should move this conversation to a more private location, don't you think?" He stood up and made a gesture to follow him, and so Harry, Hermione with her parents, the elder Belvederes and the Dursleys moved to a small sitting room where everybody was able to find a seat.
"Now Vernon" started Mr. Belvedere "What was that earlier?" "Y-you see sir, my nephew" He gestured towards Harry, who was sitting beside Hermione, his right hand held by her "isn't normal. We try to limit his movement so he doesn't bother fine, normal people like you. But it seems he somehow managed to worm his way to you and I'm deeply sorry for that" The old man mustered him for a few seconds before he said "And how exactly is he not normal? As far as I'm concerned, he is a hard working, humble and polite young man" "You don't get it Harold, there is something severely wrong with him" Now he pointed at Hermione "And it seems he now even managed to sink his freak claws into your beautiful granddaughter" "Hm" grumbled Mr. Belvedere. Harry noted how the rest of his family was deadly silent, it seems like they all had a great amount of respect for him "if he is so abnormal as you said, he should be at an around the clock mental facility, right?" Eagerly nodding, Vernon said "Yeah that would be the best, however, he is going to St. Brutus school, an outstanding school for criminal youth. Please excuse this whole dilemma"
Now Mr. Belvedere's eyes narrowed "Then how is it possible that my little Hermione claims that she has known Harry since she was twelve?" Spluttering, Vernon said "Y-you don't understand Harold. He is not normal, it wouldn't surprise me if he somehow managed to slip her some drugs or any other freaky stuff to make her submit to him" Now laughed Mr. Belvedere "You still haven't told me what exactly is wrong with Harry. Do you perhaps mean" He narrowed his eyes once more "That he can do magic?"
Shocked silence hung in the room, the only person who wasn't shocked was Mrs. Belvedere, the old lady just smiled serenely. "So if I'm not mistaken, you are bothered by the fact that Harry here is a wizard, just like my dear Hermione is a witch" shaking his head, the old man said "no matter what, I don't tolerate any kind of discrimination. Vernon Dursley, hereby I cancel the membership of you and your family in my club. Please leave the estate right now"
After a few minutes of angry shouting, the security team physically forced the Dursleys out of the building. The rest of the small room's occupants were still staring shocked at Mr. Belvedere, who was sipping on his Whiskey with a content smile. "D-dad" started Jean "H-how did you know?" Looking at his daughter, the old man said "Come on, it wasn't so hard to figure out. A boarding school in Scotland and the lingering smell of parchment in your house were dead giveaways. Also, Harry, you are not as subtle with your wand as you think you are" he said with a smirk. "And before you ask, our lawyer is also a wizard. I once walked into his office while his daughter was there. Strange girl, able to change her hair colour freely. After I saw that, Ted explained to us quite a lot. Now enough about all of this" he slapped his legs and stood up "I'm still not drunk and I intend to change that. Harry, you will sleep at our house tonight. Tomorrow, we will drive to the Dursleys and collect your stuff. I will not let the boyfriend of my granddaughter stay with these people any longer"
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"
"I'M NOT HER BOYFRIEND!"
Came the twin shrieks of the two now blushing teens. Rolling their eyes, Mrs. Belvedere and Jean grabbed Harry and Hermione respectively and said simultaneously "Stop denying it and kiss already" And with that Harry's and Hermione's lips were forced against each other. After a brief moment of shock, they deepened the kiss. After they broke apart, Francis said "Ok…..listen Harry, if you hurt her even once, I will make a necklace out of your teeth, got it?" Furious nodding was the answer "Good, now Harold said something about getting drunk, good idea, tomorrow we can discuss this" he gestured wildly around "Situation. Come old man, I need a stiff one" Laughing, Mr. Belvedere led his son-in-law back into the ballroom.
"Come honey, I think we both also could use a few more glasses of wine" "Good idea mom" And so the two women also left, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the room.
"So…." started Harry a bit unsure. "Shut up" cut Hermione in. "Here is what we will do. First, we will also get some drinks. Second, we will snog while Missy and Larissa can clearly see it. Third, we go home and see where the evening will end. Fourth" now her eyes narrowed dangerously, Harry knew that whatever came now was an order he would regret if he ignored it "You will tell me everything my cousins did while you were grandpa's little helper. Am" *poke* "I" *poke* "Clear" *poke* "Harry James Potter?" *POKE* while she spoke she poked Harry in the chest repeatedly. "Sure 'Mione. Now let's go, Diego will give us something good" Grabbing the hand of his now laughing girlfriend, Harry had an epiphanic feeling that from now on everything would somehow work out just fine.
So done, finally this is out of my brain. Was quite fun writing this. Yeah I know, not the best thing there is but hey, this is fanfiction, so don't take it too seriously (;D) I have fun writing and I hope you have fun reading it. The stuff with the matoran spells, these are the names of masks from the Bionicle franchise, I just thought it would be something new and creative. In the end, I simply hope you enjoyed this one shot. See ya.
Oh yeah, happy new year by the way.