Hermione P.O.V
I stepped out of the cab – well slid would be a better word. Harry had gotten out first to help me straighten up. One of the benefits of sitting in the middle I guess. Draco was getting out the other side to unload our few bags and I could hear the tramp of people coming from the house. I looked up at them once I was sure of my feet. Harry went barreling towards them, slamming into the first person off the steps. The guy was a bit taller than Harry was, but assuming this was Dean, I was sure he'd grow more before he hit twenty. The two embraced quickly before Harry moved on to a petite blond woman that he picked up in his excitement. I couldn't keep the grin off my face as I watched. The kid was next, then the brunette woman. He held her tenderly, like a child would a mother. A gruff looking man in a ball cap was last and they simply traded slaps on the back. The youngest – Sam, I think – came over to help Draco. He ruffled the kid's hair and handed him one of my bags.
"How you been Samuel?" Draco asked him.
"Fine; I missed you. No one else likes to study with me." I snickered at that and that gathered the attention of Sam, "Who is she?" the straight curiosity was almost unexpected.
"I'm Hermione, nice to meet you." I stuck my hand out to him, which he shook firmly. Surprising for a fifteen year old. "Sam Winchester, likewise." He let my hand drop and was off, carrying my bag up to the house. Draco chuckled a bit as he swung Harry's bag over his shoulder and picked up his own, "He's a good kid, promise." I nodded and shut the trunk, then paid the driver. I didn't turn again until I heard Harry call my name, "'Mione, come meet everyone."
Putting on a smile, I walked up to the porch just as Draco was released from the brunette's arms, "I promise, it's okay," She placed a hand on his cheek with a smile before turning to me, "Well look at you! Harry, you weren't kidding were you? I'm Ellen by the way." She gave me a light hug.
"Why would I lie?" Harry chuckled from behind her.
"I don't know," She shrugged, "How was the flight, and drive? God knows when I was carrying her I couldn't sit longer than half an hour, but I couldn't stand either with my swollen ankles." She pointed to the blond who was smirking slightly.
"Long. There was too much turbulence to be able to walk around so it was a little hellish." I shrug with a laugh. She was nice, Ellen. She nodded her understanding. The blond came forward then, "Hey, I'm Jo, her daughter. Nice to meet you," She shook my hand. I felt that unlike her mother, she wouldn't take so much of a liking to me. "Same,"
Dean was next, "Hey." He smiled and I could instantly tell that he like my best friend was a bit of a trouble maker. It wasn't the devil-may-care smile that held me, and neither was is the bright green eyes that could rival Harry's own. It was the way that he held my hand in his own and the feel of calluses built over time that did it. Ron's hands – while never perfectly smooth – never felt like this, betraying his somewhat simple childhood. Hands always said a lot about people. Dean seemed as surprised as I did. I'll admit it; my hands were almost entirely smooth, save a scar or two from the war. Someone behind us cleared their throat and dropped Dean's hand like a hot iron.
"You…guys okay?" Draco asked. Dean took steps back from me and tucked his hands in his pockets. I wanted to do the same but Ellen took my hand and started leading me into the house.
"Yeah we're fine, Icy," I heard Dean say with a chuckle and Draco growled. I looked to Ellen, "They always like that?"
"Mostly, but it's all in good humor. It's like they need to bother each other." She shrugged, "Can I get you anything kid?"
"Peanut butter, would be amazing right now."
*DoP*
As I learned was true Singer/Harvelle/Winchester style, I got to pick out a movie for that nights viewing pleasure. Legends of the Fall came out a few years ago I guess even though I had never heard of it. It was sitting pretty in the collection of movies they all had and it spiked my interest. Though I wish I could concentrate on it better. I had Draco on one side on me, Dean on the other on the couch, Sam was leaning on my legs, Harry's leaning on Draco's and Jo on Dean's. Bobby took his seat, with Ellen perched on the arm, legs over his lap. I could easily tell from the start that the two were in denial to themselves, but not each other it seemed. Harry and Jo were constantly messing with each other over poor Sam, who looked like he wished to escape. I kept a giggle to myself at that.
Dean leaned closer to me, "Do you have any idea whats going on in this?" He hooked a thumb towards the movie. "Not one, these three won't stop making noise long enough for me to catch up." I stage whispered back, Harry looking up to stick his tongue out at me. Dean shrugged, "Yeah guys, shut up." Jo stood at that and climbed into Dean's lap, pushing at his shoulders, "Fight me on it."
I watched with a grin as the two had a little wrestling match right there on the couch, pushing on each other's hands. I shrieked a little when Jo twisted just right and nearly landed on me. I slid closer to Draco at that, giving them room to tussle. The movie was forgotten after that, and soon everyone – aside from me, Ellen and Bobby – was having wrestling matches on the ground on front of the couch. Jo and Dean were first to finish what they'd started on the couch. Quick enough, Jo had Dean pinned. She grinned down in his face and he smiled back before a twist of his hips had her on her back beneath him.
"Dammit Dean! Every time!" She was trying to push him off but it was apparently useless.
"Maybe you shouldn't pin me the same way every time." He laughed and let her up and she rolled to her feet. It was amusing to see her pull out her wand and without a word, sent a small electric bolt towards Dean. He yelped when it zapped his backside, "What the hell?" Jo merely sat on the couch with a satisfied smirk; well until Ellen came up and snatched her wand, "Hey!"
"I said no magic. It was the first rule sweetie." Ellen tucked the wand into her pocket while Jo pouted. Sam and Draco were next and I was delighted to see that Sam was far stronger than he looked. By the smiles the two had and constant stream of laughter, I figured that Sam and Draco had gotten close the first time Draco came out. After a few minutes, Sam had Draco pinned and Harry counted out to three before declaring Sam the winning. Sam let Draco up, "Good fight," The two shook hands, "You too kid." Draco smiled and ruffled Sam's hair.
Harry and Dean were next and by looks they gave each other, this one was going to be more intense than the others. I looked at Draco, "They always like that?" Draco nodded, "Constantly. It's like one big pissing contest." I laughed and nudged his shoulder. Looking back to the spectacle on the ground I snort at Harry in a headlock and struggling to get free, Sam looking on to call winner but waiting to see if he could break out. Another minute passed before Harry slumped and Sam called winner with a big grin. Dean released Harry and helped him up, smacking his back as he did, "Good job,"
"Yeah yeah."Harry brushed off but smiled anyway. I was glad to see it. This little family, however unofficial it was, is good for him and Draco; and hopefully me. Draco stood up next and patted Dean on the shoulder, "My turn, Princess."
"You got it Ice Prince." Dean cracked his knuckles and I found myself surrounded, Harry on one side, Sam on the other and Jo behind me, all cheering for one or the other. Even Ellen and Bobby had started to call out names. The standoff of the night. There was an almost audible crack as the two slammed into each other, Draco instantly going for Dean's right arm and attempting to twist behind his back. Dean rolled around with the twist and getting a hold of Draco's hand instead now. I would guess one or the other had tripped the other because now they were on the ground, each kicking feet and arms. I actually lost track of what exactly was happening.
Next thing I saw, Draco had straddled Dean, pinning his arms above his head, "Hah! Gotcha!" He looked so smug, well as smug as he could with mussed hair and sweat dripping off his forehead. Dean groaned and let his head fall back with a thud. At that moment the door slammed open, and all laughter and victorious cheering froze.
*DoP*
Draco P.O.V.
Yes! I finally got him pinned. I was staring him down with a self satisfying grin, "Dammit Icy, you got me," That was all I could make out before the door decided it was going to blow open. I looked up, still pinning Dean, and he tried to stretch his head back, "Shit!" It was John. He'd come in, seemingly looking for Sam before his eyes landed on Dean and I and froze. The raw anger was apparent in his eyes and before I could track him, I was being hauled up by my hair. Somewhere I heard Hermione and the others all yelling at John. I felt another hand try to dislodge John's grip. I couldn't figure who's it was the pain in my scalp. I was being dragged across the room, and the next I knew I was falling. It was short, only a couple seconds before I landed on hard dirt.
It knocked the wind out of me and I could only just hear John, "Stay away from my sons, fucking nasty ass faggot," Someone joined my on the ground, "Draco, look at me, hey get with it. Draco," It was Harry. I groaned and rolled to my side, holding my stomach. Distantly I heard shouts from inside, Bobby above them all. Blinking, I looked a blurry Harry, who's hand I just realized was on my cheek, the other on my shoulder. More hands were at my back, and judging from how small they were it was either Samuel or Hermione.
"Come on Draco, focus." He started to lift me up slowly, the other hands keeping me from pitching over. I tried focusing not on the noises – which was definitely easier – and instead on Harry. He was anxious I could tell, underlining that was most definitely anger. He started to clear up and my breathing came a tiny bit easier. The pain in my ribs remained though, so I figured I broke a rib. "There you go. Okay, feel anything broken?"
"R-Ribs," I gasped, yup definitely ribs. Small hands started to move around my head, probably feeling for any bumps forming.
"I'm taking my kids!" John screamed from inside. "The hell you are! You can take your drunken ass back from where you came! I will not do this two days in a row John Winchester. Now get out of my house!" Bobby had taken to manhandling John out from the living room and onto the porch. Harry and whoever was behind me, moved me gingerly out of the way as Bobby got John back in his car. Another round of shouting I couldn't make out before the car started and peeled out. Bobby was left panting in the drive way. Harry looked back at me and at the other person over my shoulder, "Sam, get your brother." I'm assuming the he nodded and did as told.
"Harry, what happened?" I was irritated with how quiet my voice was.
"Well, John just threw you down the porch by your hair, and then gave Dean-o a black eye." He winced as he said it.
"Ouch." I said dryly and he laughed a bit. Next thing I knew, I was being coaxed to my feet, "Come on Icy, up you go. We got to tape those ribs up for ya," As they herded me up into the house, I saw Hermione curled into a ball on the couch, Ellen smoothing a hand over her shoulder, "It's alright hun, he's just like that when he's drunk. He didn't mean it,"
"Do not tell me what he did and did not mean! You do not call someone that without meaning it!" Hermione stood as best she could and glared at her, "You do not call someone that!" She went to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Dean and Harry dropped me on the couch and I gasped as my broken rib or two moved. Ellen grimaced at Hermione's outburst before moving on to me, "You okay?"
"Just…peachy," I panted. This breathing thing sucked at the moment, "What did John call Hermione?"
"Dean's dirty whore. God it was awful." She held her head in her hands.
"He called her what?" Harry and I chorused, both with hard edges to our voices. Ellen looked at us apologetic, "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault," I said as Harry left my side and went to his sister. Dean sat beside me, "Hike your shirt so I can look at the damage." He mumbled. He looked worse than I did I'm sure, his eye already swollen and an angry red color that would soon turn purple. I shook my head, "You first," I took out my wand and cast a healing charm on his eye. He sighed as the swelling went down, "Thank you. Now you," I pulled my shirt off and hissed as he touched my ribcage.
He worked quickly, taping the ribs back in place. I glanced up at Harry. He was murmuring through the door, I assumed talking to Hermione. She didn't deserve whatever John had called her. She deserve that, ever. Once I was done being taped – I didn't bring Skelegrow, though now seeing how things worked out, I should have – I put my shirt back on. For the first time, I noticed that Sam wasn't around. Looking, I saw him hiding up on the top step of the stair case.
I shuffled over to him, sitting next to him on the step, "Hey kid, you okay?" He nodded slightly. I put on arm around him and he instantly latched onto my side, "I'm scared," he said in a frightened whispered.
"There isn't any need to be afraid, Sammy," I hugged him tighter to me, my ribs groaning in protest but I didn't care.
"Please don't call me that. He calls me that." I nodded, "You got it Samuel." I'd noticed that I was the only one who called him by his full name and he seemed to prefer it, at least from me. We stayed that way up on the stairs for a long time.
*DoP*
Harry had been busy in the time Hermione had herself closed in the bathroom and I was comforting Samuel. I had come out of the house to find that that Darling had been expanded in the back, now with three separate rooms, each complete with chests and wardrobes.
"You've been busy, haven't you bumblebee?" I dropped all the bags in the middle of the newly appointed living room with three spacious armchairs. The coffee table was simple and fixed in the middle of the chairs, a small rub underneath it.
"Well, just trying to distract myself." He shuffled around, turning napkins into blankets and pillows.
"Yeah, same. Which room is yours?" He pointed and I dropped my stuff in the room across from it, next to the last one for Hermione. I put her stuff in her room. "Where are my clothes from before?"
"My wardrobe. Haven't moved them yet." I nodded and went to his room to gather them. Opening the wardrobe, I looked into the left side fist, seeing Harry clothes. I shook my head slightly to myself and opened the other side, grabbing all the clothes we'd bought. It didn't take long for me to move the clothes to my room and add in the ones from England. I moved on to Hermione's clothes next, folding some and hanging the rest. Going back to my room, I finally noticed that I had two wardrobes. I opened the second one and was surprised to see multitudes of guns, knives, ammo, and more.
"Harry, what is all this?"
"Hunter's gear." He called off handedly, most likely distracted by something else.
"What for?"
"We – meaning Bobby and I – figured that you already knew, so you should get taught how to fight them, even if you don't go after them." I popped my head out to see him shrug from a chair. Well, that was nice of them. I guess that my run in with the werewolf wouldn't be the last of it. I look back in the closet, finding myself at a loss. I didn't know what three fourths of this was, more or less how and what to use it against. Still, nice of them.
"Thank you." And I meant it.
"No problem." He let his head drop back against the chair back, eyes closed. He'd taken his glasses off some time ago it seemed and his shaggy hair nearly covered his entire face. He looked exhausted, whether from tonight's events, the plane and cab rides, or a combination of both, I didn't know. I went over and sat in one of the chairs, tucking my feet up under me like I always do. Harry rolled his head towards me and smiled slightly, "Well at least one thing didn't change," I almost didn't hear him.
"What hasn't changed?" My own voice was just as quiet.
"The way you sit like a woman." He grinned and I laughed lightly, tossing a pillow at him, "Git." He stuck his tongue out at me, "You know it." We both sat for a moment before I stood up.
"I'm going to get Hermione. It's late and I really don't think she wants to sleep somewhere unfamiliar." He nodded and closed his eyes again. I would be surprised if he was still awake when I got back.
*DoP*
He wasn't awake.
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So guys, how am I doing so far? And I know, two updates in one month? Crazy! Its really only because I have three day weekends from school and no internet at home, so I've found plenty of time to write. Poll: Who's point of view do you guys like best?
-Draco's
-Harry's
-Hermione's.
Poll 2: Who's point of view would you like to see?