When Hermione Fights

The Twins

The Twins

Already the spirited little bundle grabbed me by my hand and pulled me to the second floor of the house to our room, which was quite homely with two beds. On the walls hung faded green wallpapers; it looked gloomy but not repulsive.

"Nice, and which is mine?" I asked, and Ginny threw herself on the bed by the window.

"Oh, good, and how is it at the headquarters?" I asked, looking at her casually. I didn't want to show my interest in a house full of dark magic too openly.

"Dull, you won't believe it, Hermione. All the time just cleaning. Mother scares us through the area, and when it's exciting, because the Order has a meeting, she sends us to our rooms. It really sucks, and Fred and George are so weird, they just hang around and I'm just with Ron," Ginny complained, raising her long, handsome, red hair to air her neck.

The door opened and Ron entered. He had grown in the past weeks, I too had changed a lot because of my training, which I immediately tried to conceal through a wide-cut, wide-blown, lilac blouse.

"Hello again, how do you like it here?", He asked curiously. "Really scary, right? Have you seen and heard the picture with the old Black?" Ron said with disgust in his voice. In the meantime, I packed out the things I would need here. The other stuff I left in my suitcase.

"I like it, Ron, uncanny - not really and no, which picture? And actually I wanted to stay at home," I went back to the drawer. I didn't know why I spoke so openly, but it annoyed me that I now had to act so restricted and this mood I let out on the two siblings. His face changed disapprovingly.

"Then you don't want to be with us?" He asked reproachfully. He always snapped so quickly. Now I really would've liked to have my eyes twisted, but held myself back.

"No, of course not, Ron," I once wanted to be honest, but then quickly remembered for better when I looked into two sad faces.

"Of course I'd like that. I'm glad to see you, but I just wanted to tell you that I will have little time, and I remember, I have to ask the professor something!" And was already running out of the room. I never liked to give accountability. Quickly I opened the door to the kitchen and saw three adults sitting at the table while discussing, but because of my abrupt appearance, they interrupted their conversation.

"Sorry ... I didn't want to attack you like this!" I began politely, but was interrupted in my apology, as Ron and Ginny followed, as expected.

"... but I would have to clarify one or two things with you, Professor," I added, urgently, rolling my eyes in my mind.

All eyes were now on me, surprised or curiously interested.

"Um, it's because, I have an appointment from Monday to Saturday, from 2 to 8 o'clock, which I must go to and can't cancel!", I quickly spoke my first concern. I had given myself an hour extra for at the beginning and at the end of the event, because you never knew what it would be good for.

"And what would that be?" I could hear Mrs. Weasley questioning.

I pinched my lips briefly, because that wasn't anyones business, and I also had approached Professor Dumbledore. I was only too aware of everyone's eyes on me. Sirius watched me with his arms crossed and his eyes twitching.

"Nothing exciting, I only have these hours since the beginning of the holiday, with permission from my parents and wish them to continue, since my parents have also financed it. Where I have to go ... it's not far from here," I waved to the explanation with my hand through the air. The professor had still not said anything, but watched me attentively. I avoided his gaze, at that time I sat down on a chair and poured myself a glass of water. Fortunately, I had not thought of summoning one. I had to be careful not to use my wand, because that would be fatal in this group.