Professor Malfoy

13 | babysitting

Chapter 13
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"I hate apparating, it always makes me sick," Pansy groans when we set foot through the "welcome to Hogsmeade" sign. It's the nearest place we can apparate from, since it's forbidden on the whole Hogwarts grounds.

"It'll be just a second." I encourage her.

My cold hand meets hers, I tighten the grip and with my other arm and pull my black blazer together. It's a cold Saturday morning, too early for me to properly function. We haven't met a soul during our walk to the village, although the festival is happening in a couple of few hours. Hogsmeade is empty like there won't be any.

I think of my home and apparate there hand in hand with Pansy. It's far from Scotland, so the apparition lasts a few more seconds than I'd like to, but it's nothing unbearable. I focus my mind on the Green Hammerton village, near Leeds.

When a strong wind and uncomfortable feeling goes through our bodies, I slowly open my eyes and let them adjust to the sunlight, much more brighter and clearer than in Hogwarts. We're standing in front of my big three-floor house with white facade and big garden in the back.

It's the last house of the village, there's just never ending fields and forests beyond.

"Have I ever told you I love your house?" Pansy asks with her mouth gasped, still admiring the house.

"Like a million times...besides, yours is twice bigger," I giggle and take her inside into the entrance hall.

As soon as I enter, the house smell hits my nose in a pleasant and nostalgic way. It smells like a cherry pie in here, although I'm sure my mother hasn't baked since she hired cooks and maids.

"Hello?" I shout and slowly walk to another big hall with many doors and stick my head to the kitchen. It's empty, just like this whole floor.

I can't hear a thing, so I glance at Pansy and she shrugs her shoulders. While brushing her hair with her fingers, she walks over to a big mirror with golden decorated frame and looks at herself, then she touches a few vases.

I look into each room just to make sure there's no one in the house before someone steps foot on a staircase. "Oh finally, what took you so long?"

My mother, dressed in a purple elegant bodycon dress with white high heels and white sun hat on her head, delicately walks down the stairs and stops by me. I examine her from head to toe and scoff.

"Good to see you, too," I mumble and fold my arms.

"Hello mrs. Bardot, you look amazing," Pansy says in a high pitched voice she uses to talk with strangers and raises her arm to shake my mother's.

"Thank you. It's mrs. Glenn now," she winks at her and looks at her husband coming down the stairs. He looks like every other one she dated, I can't find any difference.

Just as quick as we greeted, we said goodbye and closed the door after they left.

"Such a milf," Pansy says, "you're so lucky to have her genes,"

I sigh and walk to the second floor. "Tell me about it."

Just a few hours, a few bloody hours until we can leave and have fun at the feast. I swear to god, my mother picks the worst days to hire me as her personal babysitter to a bunch of children I've never met.

Speaking of...

"Where are the boys?" I ask Pansy as if she knows.

I shout at the boys and a little "yes?" gets to us from a room on the left. We exchange curious faces and walk up there, wondering how old they are.