Chapter 14: The Metamorphous & the Stranger
Quite shocked by how fast you guys reached my requirements. So. Here is the early update, as promised.
WARNING: This is another filler chapter =(
I have recently developed an obsession for the song on the side. So, that explains why I keep posting the same song with different videos...
And try to figure out who all the people are on the picutre. It is harder than it looks. I still can't figure out one of them =(
Enjoy!
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"Stangers are friends you have yet to meet" --Unknown
Just as Hermione finished cooking breakfast next morning, the bell rang.
“Teddy? Can you please get that?” she called out of the kitchen.
“Okay, Aunt Mione,” he replied skipping down to the door.
“Who is this midget? And what is he doing?” asked Draco, a moment later, as he walked in with Teddy clinging to his leg as if for dear life.
Hermione burst into a fit of laughter at the sight.
Teddy scrunched up his face and yelled, “I AM NOT A MIDGET!”
“Okay, then. What is this short person doing?” Draco asked.
“It’s not my fault that you are freakishly tall,” replied Teddy still clinging on to Draco’s leg.
Hermione was positively doubling over in fits of laughter. After she quieted down, she answered Draco’s question. “This is Teddy Lupin.”
“Hi, freakishly tall stranger,” greeted Teddy, still clinging to Draco.
“Hello, annoying short person. What are you doing?” Draco reciprocated.
“Aunt Mione told me to not let strangers in. And you are a stranger.”
“Teddy, this is Draco. Draco, this is Teddy,” Hermione introduced the two, trying her best to not burst into laughter.
“Hello, Draco,” Teddy greeted finally releasing his death grip on Draco’s leg now that he is no longer a stranger. “I’m hungry. Can we have breakfast, Aunt Mione?”
“Sure darling,” she replied as she headed over to the kitchen with Draco in tow.
“So, what I came to ask was if you had seen the newspaper or not.”
“Are you working for the Daily Prophet these days? Going around every apartment asking if they head seen the newspaper or not?” asked Hermione as she began bringing out the dishes.
“No, of course not. I’d never even dream of taking your dream job from you,” Draco retorted.
“You know, the least you could do is help with breakfast.”
“What do I look like? Your personal servant?” Draco commented as he began setting the table.
“Something of that sort,” replied Hermione with a smirk.
“Anyways, I meant to tell you that I was wrong.”
“Knew it all along,” Hermione added in a singy-songy voice.
Draco glared at her before continuing. “Harry and Ginny got the front page story due to their wedding. But we did get the whole entire second page. And the next two pages were dedicated toAstoria, or the Green Goblin as she is being called now.”
“Who wrote it?” asked Hermione.
“Which one?”
“Astoria’s.”
“Rita Skeeter,” Draco smirked.
“I have to get a copy of that one. And perhaps frame it. And maybe even print copies of it and send them as Christmas cards.”
After breakfast was served and Teddy was eating in front of the T.V. and watching Dexter’s Laboratory, Draco abruptly spoke up. “Is he Nymphadora Tonks’s son?”
“Yeah, why?” Hermione asked as she poured maple syrup on her strawberry pancake.
“She was my cousin. And he is my nephew,” he replied in a daze. “What are you two doing today?” Draco asked abruptly. “Actually, what are your plans for the next week?”
“Well, I don’t have work until Monday, so we may go somewhere for the weekend,” Hermione mused as she munched on her breakfast. “But I have to find someone to keep Teddy during the work hours until Friday. And on Saturday, Harry and Ginny will come back.”
“That’s great! I’ll keep Teddy during your work hours and you have to meet my parents on Tuesday,” Draco declared. “Sounds good? Great!” Draco confirmed without waiting for an answer.
“Okay,” replied Hermione.
“A--- You are okay with it?” Draco asked in surprise.
“Yeah, but you have to meet mine on Thursday,” Hermione declared. “Sounds good? Great!”