Mudblood & Me | Completed

Chapter 49 - You're an idiot, you know that right?

Hermione's POV

Life was extraordinarily boring. You would think a house with 5 teenagers would never be quiet, but as the space was shared with a mother and a godfather, nothing ever happened. Harry hadn't had any ideas about horcruxes in weeks so we were no closer to killing Voldemort and with him still alive we could only sparingly leave the house, which led to endless hours of boredom. I had books I could read but I was steadily working my way through them and most of the ones in the house were not my kind of books. Books about the betterment of the pure blood wizards and how every other wizard was filth, which wasn't really up my street. Especially as I was one of those counted as filth. 

I threw yet another book down onto the bed, this one had managed to fit as many insults for muggle-born wizards into one sentence as I had seen so far. It was an achievement which none so far had achieved, even though they certainly tried. I couldn't help but be exasperated did they have no half decent books in this house. I had already worked through half of one bookcase and there had been two that had covered some other topic. I was considering giving up altogether but then I would have absolutely nothing to do. At least this was a task I could work through, no matter how exasperating it was. 

Draco was lying downstairs on the sofa as he usually did most days daydreaming but that wasn't enough to keep me occupied I needed to have something physical to do. Lying for hours doing nothing was not the sort of thing I could do but it kept him occupied, so each to their own. Ginny spent most days cleaning and helping her mother do bits around the house. Considering we were in the same house I couldn't remember the last time I said a single word to her, we were friends. I still saw her as one but now there was nothing for us to talk about as we were always in the same house, all day, every day. I had no idea what Harry and Ron got up to, but they kept themselves busy and I was happy enough about that, so long as they didn't bother me. I think most days they practised duelling as there was a lack of anything else exciting to do. Willow was now nearly 6 months old and was beginning to sit up. She would try and stand and fall over. So she took up some of my time. But mainly she would sleep or play with her toys. But when she was unhappy the whole house would hear about it. A couple days ago she tried to stand when I was putting a book back on the bookshelf, my back was turned for barely a second. Then she burst into fits of tears and would only be quiet when I cuddled her against me. I sometimes forgot about her metamorphagus ability until her light brown tufts of hair would suddenly change colour depending on her current mood. It was endearing seeming them turn all the different colours of the rainbow. Ron was so attached to her, he would spend hours each day playing her games with her and talking to her as if she could speak back to him. It was adorable watching him with her. Sometimes I would join in but I mainly spent time with her on my own, Draco would come and sit with me in whenever he got bored of daydreaming and we would talk as I helped her stack her blocks. 

Now I thought about it I was turning into him, sitting here daydreaming about nothing useful so I decided to go see what everyone was up to downstairs. Willow was asleep in her cot so now was the perfect opportunity. As I walked down the stairs, Mrs Weasley came up carrying a bottle of polish and a cloth so I presumed she was going to go dust somewhere but I wouldn't bother her I would just let her get on with it. So I carried on past her just exchanging a smile with her as I passed. I could hear Ginny cleaning the bathroom again, which was certainly appreciated as it was much nicer to shower in now because it actually looked like it was also clean rather than looking as though it had been gathering dirt and grime for 40 or more years. I had no idea how old this house was, probably however old the Black family was, as I presumed that they had always lived here.

Sirius always seemed to be pottering about doing nothing useful and that was true today as well he was messing around with something in the kitchen and I could hear Ron and Harry laughing at something he said. So that was all but one person accounted for, Draco could be easily found though. I walked into the living room and there he was sprawled across as per usual, his lanky limbs too long for the black sofa, that was more of a love seat which was ironic considering the Blacks seemed to be a very unloving family. He twisted round as he heard me come in. 

"Were you missing my great company or were you just bored? I would be careful how you answer as, by the way, I will be a lot more hurt than a book." Draco said, a small smile on his face. I pulled a face at him.  

"I would have to think about that one, because I'm not sure I agree with 'great company'." I said with a smile. He gasped over dramatically holding a hand to his heart.

"That hurts but at least I know how you feel now. I will just cry myself to sleep for the rest of the week, I can cope." He said. I swatted at his head. 

"You're an idiot, you know that right?" I asked, with a smirk. Then a loud crash came from the kitchen.