Enchantress

Chapter Three - As Luck Would Have It

Chapter Three synopsis – The Prewitt Family temper was legendary you’d think having a big Prewitt temper as your Mother you’d be a bit more careful about what you did. Alas that required a lot more brains than this Mother’s children had. Elsewhere other tempers are flaring as people don’t receive the information they require and are accosted in places they once thought safe.

Chapter Three – As Luck Would Have It

“Ronald Weasley how dare you treat Hermione this way! I am absolutely disgusted. You’re just lucky you don’t work for the Ministry or you’d find yourself jobless. And you Harry, I thought you had more sense. Hermione was your best friend and you’ve just ripped everything from her. I want you both out of my house right now! I can’t even bare to look at you. Don’t you are show your faces here again till you’ve made things right with Hermione!”

The Prewitt family temper had come out in force when she’d read what her son and Harry had done to poor Hermione. Hermione who she thought of as one of her own children, she couldn’t believe the deceit her boys had put her through. Idiots both of them and she had thought she’d raised Ron better. If there was one thing molly couldn’t stand it was a liar and a cheat. She was still a loving Mother by heart but even this was too big a situation to overlook.

As Hermione made her way to breakfast she wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Lucius, Severus and Sirius waiting for her. They had become her family of late, Sirius coming into the fold upon his return. Without the influence of James Potter, Severus and Sirius had formed an unlikely friendship and let bygones be bygones.

Their eyes betrayed their caution as their Gryffindor Lioness strolled in for breakfast. It was a rare moment to find these three dominating men unsure of what to say. Somehow the traditional lines of ‘It’s going to be ok’ and ‘there are plenty of better people out there’ wouldn’t help Hermione in her situation or her mood. So instead they’d opted for comfort food and soppy films. Lucius had helped Sirius install a TV system that morning claiming that if Hermione was to live with him he’d need it. Clearly he was speaking from experience; with the film choices came a mound of delectable food:  chocolate, ice cream, biscuits, sweets, it looked like they’d raided the inside of Honeydukes just for her. She smiled sweetly at them; she didn’t want to cry, not anymore. She just wanted to mend herself and forget about it. Severus would pursue his lips at her refusal to talk about things. He was forever trying to get her to open up about things but she continued to remain ever stubborn.

Severus was like her Father figure, while Lucius was the Mother hen. Sirius filled his role as the funny Uncle who was slightly inappropriate but Hermione never took him seriously.

She had the day off today and knew she could take some sick leave but she didn’t want to appear cowardly or fragile in this situation, she didn’t want to let Ronald or Harry win. Besides if she hid herself away the rumors and whispers would only get worse. She was sure her partner would drop off any work that needed doing. Lucius had probably told him where she was hiding. Perhaps she’d be able to persuade him to stay for a film or two. Although he’d probably grumble all the way through about the absurdity of it all like he usually did.

Starring off in space she seemed to be watching the film and not watching at the same time. Severus had been left in charge of her, both Lucius and Sirius having duties to attend to. Severus worried for Hermione, bottling up ones emotions were never a good thing to do.

“Miss Granger, Hermione. Talk to me” he commanded in that velvety silk voice of his.

“About what?” she asked disinterested.

“I don’t want to talk about it” she replied shortly.

“You shouldn’t bottle things up” he reprimanded.