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Confinement	By : Lucreace Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Once Hermione had seen to the children, made sure they had eaten enough, she sat down to her own meal. The chilli wasn’t bad but the cup of tea afterwards was to die for. Wrapping her hands around her mug, she let out a sigh. It had been a trying day and the thought of curling up in the giant four poster bed in her room was divine. She ran her hand through her thick curly hair and let out a sigh. A raucous noise from the sitting room jerked her head up and she rose, leaving the half-drunk tea where it was.
“What’s going on in here?” she snapped. Harrison and Jack paused in what they were doing and looked around. It seemed they thought it a good idea to flick stones at each other. They looked at her, guilt written on their faces and she rolled her eyes. “Need I remind you that you are no longer in your common room?” she said, keeping her tone low and even, “I have a pile of dishes that need doing, I suggest you boys go and make a start.”
They looked contrite enough and there was no hint of a moan or back chat from them as they slumped off to the kitchen. However there was a snigger from Sasha and Hermione jerked her head up, “Go and join them Sasha, there’s enough to do for three.” The girl huffed but joined her companions in the kitchen. “I suggest the rest of you find something to read or other such things to do. Lessons are going to begin tomorrow so maybe an early night?” she suggested. There were a few murmurs but the rest of them settled quickly. Rising, Hermione returned to the kitchen to fetch her cup of tea, only to find the children had cleaned away the cup. Picking up a dish cloth, she assisted with the rest of the dishes.
“What are you going to teach us tomorrow Miss?” asked Jack as he passed another plate onto the draining board.
“I have several lessons planned by your tutors to go through,” she replied, drying the plate. “Enough to last a few days with any luck and by then, they’ll have either sent word that we can return or more work for you.”
“But Miss can’t we just spend time exploring?” Sasha asked. Harrison and Jack both agreed with her but Hermione shook her head.
“We’re not here on holiday and you have to remember we are in someone’s home, not at the castle. How would you feel if someone began poking their nose in your belongings?” she said sternly. The three children just shrugged at that and began nattering about how they wouldn’t mind and that it would be a little exciting. She rolled her eyes at their inane babbling, unable to stop wondering whether she had been that irritating as a first year. Deep down, she knew the answer was yes. The children finished their chore and turned to face her, “Go on, go and join the others, I’ll finish up in here,” they all breathed a sigh of relief before scampering off back to the room that would be their home for the next however long they were here.
It didn’t take Hermione long to finish cleaning the kitchen, she made sure to put everything back where she’d found it. She didn’t want to incur the wrath of Mr Snape on the first day. She wanted to get through at least one day without that happening. Once everything was satisfactory in her eyes, she re-joined the students in the common room. Strange, it was more of a parlour than a common room but that’s what it would be for the next few weeks. They were all talking quietly which was a relief. The clock on the wall chimed nine o’clock and she clapped her hands. Everyone turned to look at her. “Come on, we’re still going to be up early tomorrow morning for lessons so I want everyone upstairs and in bed.”
The children moaned and grumbled but did as she asked. It didn’t take them long to get settled in their rooms and although she knew they’d be up most of the evening talking, she’d gotten them to bed early enough to try and counter that. She returned downstairs but instead of flopping into a chair like she wanted to, she turned to the front door and slipped outside. Although she knew the house would be securely warded, there would be no harm in adding her own. There was no way she could let an attack get through to the children.
As she strode the grounds quickly to keep warm the grass crunched under her feet, it was cold and a heavy frost had already begun to form. Her thoughts turned to the reasons behind the Death Eaters wanting children, it wasn’t something she could fathom or understand but there were so few witches and wizards left now that the next generation would be all important. The more each side had, the more power they had over the future. Shaking her head, she added another ward to the grounds before continuing on her path. The evening was clear, calm and silent. Only the crunch of her feet resounded into the night and despite her tumultuous thoughts, she found herself calming down. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be too bad, it seemed safe enough and the children they’d sent her here with were a placid bunch it seemed. Finishing her circuit of the beautiful house, she cast a final ward on the perimeter and entered the building once more.
Shivering as she entered, she wrapped her arms around her and headed for the kitchen. A hot cup of tea and a half an hour read would just finish off the day perfectly. When she arrived at the kitchen however, it was occupied by the owner of the house. She thought about just leaving but before she could do so he spoke, “Where have you been Miss Granger?” His soft voice cut through her as it always had and she swallowed, feeling like a rule-breaking third year all over again.
“To check the wards around the house and add my own,” she replied. Now she’d been seen, she may as well enter the kitchen and make the damned tea. This had been an encounter she had hoped to avoid.
“And do you find everything up to your high standards?” The bitter mocking in his tone was unmistakeable but she refused to be drawn in.
“Everything’s fine,” she replied as the teabag steeped in the hot water. She thought about asking him if he wanted one but refrained; she’d likely only get another harsh rebuke. He let out a snort at her answer but remained silent. As soon as her tea was done, she wrapped her fingers around the mug. She knew she should leave yet she was unable to do so, there were so many questions she wanted to ask but didn’t know how. Instead, she stole furtive glances at the man who had been her tutor for so many years.
He looked almost the same, tall slender frame, lank black hair and pale skin but there was something different about him too. She was unable to place a finger on it however and when he looked up and snapped, “What is it?” she turned away, a flush rising on her face.
“Nothing,” she muttered under her breath.
“Then do us both a favour and find someone else to annoy,” he quipped. Taking her tea, she did just that. The common room would be a good place to retreat to in this case. It had books and she’d be able to distract herself with those easily enough. She sank into one of the comfortable chairs and pulled the first book from the shelf she could see. Great Expectations, not something she had expected to find but one she’d always wanted to read none the less. She turned to the first page and began, making sure she sipped her hot tea as she read.
She’d not made it passed the first chapter when she heard a bang from upstairs, followed by a ridiculous squeal. Snapping her book shut, she kept it in her hand and strode up the stairs. Steadily, she crept slowly up to the space between the two rooms and listened. Giggling came from the girls’ room but a bang came from the boys. She opened the door and frowned. Corby was on the floor and Ryan was using his wand to hover something over him. Something heavy looking, “Boys!” she snapped. They all looked round. Whatever it was that had been hovering fell to the floor with a thud just beside Corby. “We are not here to prat around! Sort yourselves out! If I have to come in here again, I will have to find something awful for you to do, and believe me, it will be awful!”
They looked contrite enough but she knew she’s have to have something terrible for them to do if they put a foot wrong again, otherwise she’d have no control over these young students and their time here would be wasted. Making sure they were back in bed and settled, she decided to head to her own room. As she settled into the comfortable sheets, she wondered whether Snape would be willing to assist her if the boys continued to be silly. He’d have some awful jobs for them to do no doubt. She dismissed the idea as foolish before she drifted into a light, uneasy slumber.
Hermione woke at the hour just before dawn, as was her custom. She showered, washed and made her way downstairs to the kitchen once more. It was dark and deserted, thankfully, so she set to making a drink and finding something for breakfast. There was plenty of cereal in the box so she placed it on the counter, along with milk and some bowls, waiting for the kids to arrive. It would be a few hours so she summoned the lessons they were supposed to learn and began reading through them, wondering what the day would bring.
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The day had gone well. The children attended their lessons and she felt as though they had achieved a lot. As soon as three o’clock sounded, she let them loose to find their own amusements. Tea that night was being made by Sasha and Clarice, under her guidance but they wouldn’t need to do so for at least another hour. The evening was still light so the majority of the children had decided to go outside for a wander. The grounds of the house were extensive and exploration was high on their young adventurous minds. Hermione watched them go, aware that through the day, a black presence had looked in on what they were doing. Discretely of course and never in full sight, still, she was aware of him. It was a calming presence, rather than one that made her nervous. Maybe everything was going to work out here after all…
“Miss Granger!”
She turned around to face the one who had addressed her, “Yes Lara?” she asked the red headed girl.
“I think this was meant for you…” There was a note in her hand which she passed to her. Opening it she read the curt words:
“Miss Granger, I know how tedious it is looking after children, however please engage that apparently brilliant mind of yours and refrain from leaving cups lying around my house.”
Of course, the cup she’d used last night. “Thank you Lara,” she said. The girl nodded and returned to whatever it was she had been doing. Maybe she should take back what she’d just thought; living here was going to be a nightmare. Screwing up the note, she shoved it into her pocket and walked outside. It was one cup for goodness sake and she was in half a mind to go and say something about it…
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