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A Freak of Nature	By : xenija Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 6455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: big THANK YOU for everyone who reviewed so far,I love you all :-) Well, next chapter is up and next will follow couple of days later. Every next chapter will be longer than previouse...and for now:Read and Enjoy!

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Hermione slowly walked into the Headmaster�s office and let out a sigh of relief as she saw two figures sitting in the chairs in front of Dumbledore�s desk.
Professor Dumbledore smiled at her: �Ah, Miss Granger. Do come in, please. We have been waiting for you.�His words attracted their attention and they turned around to look at her.
Her brothers. At least not Father, she thought to herself.
They both stood up to welcome her. Although three of them had different mothers, they all had one similar trait from their father: the form and color of their eyes.
Rhett was the oldest, being twenty eight. He was quite tall, almost six foot three; his body was lean and slender, which was showing more as he was wearing a dark blue pinstriped suite made in old Gangster style. Part of his long, black hair was tied back in a pony tail, the other part was brushing his shoulders slightly. His nose was straight and not very long; he had moustache and a small beard around his mouth. His eyes flickered with happiness as he looked at his little sister and embraced her in a small hug, kissing the top of her head.
�Hey! That�s not fair...Bloody discrimination,�she heard the moaning voice of Lionel. �I want a hug, too.�
As soon as she left Rhett�s arms she was pulled by her second brother into a bear-hug that would make Molly Weasley proud.
Lionel was younger then Rhett, only twenty three. He was not as tall; being only a few inches taller than Hermione, he stood at five foot nine. His body could be described as the �bulky-type�. His muscles stretched his brown cardigan, which was zipped up to his neck and fit his figure perfectly. He was wearing jeans that were ripped at the knees and sat low on his waist, along with simple black, classic shoes. Lionel�s curly honey-brown hair were cut shortly on the sides,making two inches punk iroquois in the middle. His brown eyes twinkling at her as he looked her up and down.
�My ,my, Sis,� he grinned at her,�you seem to have grown up since the last time I saw you.�
She playfully punched him in the arm and finally let him go.�Which was a week ago, if you have forgotten.�
Dumbledore made a wave with his wand and a third chair appeared in front of his desk. His action made Hermione remember exactly why she was there. She sat down in the chair, watching as Rhett and Lionel did the same, and adjusted her long robe a little.
�Do not forget, child.You have yet to tell young Harry and Mr .Weasley the truth....�
Oh,Merlin....How do I tell Harry and Ron? She was a nervous wreck.
Lionel leaned back in his chair and nodded to Rhett who seemed to recognize hesitation in Hermione's eyes.
�We've been sent to start preparations,� he started slowly, not wanting her to get even more nervous or angry. �Only for a few hours.�
�Yeah,�-added Lionel from her right side, �just to look around and see if we-.�
At this Hermione stopped him with the motion of her hand and continued for him.�Can pick anyone for me?�
�Remember, you always have a choice, Miss Granger.� Dumbledore decided to interfere as he picked up the bowl of Lemon Drops and pushed it to her side. �How about you take a lemon drop and we talk about your predicament more.�
She narrowed her eyes dangerously at this. The Headmaster clearly wanted to distract her, she was not buying it. �What choice are you talking about? Hermione, you're turning eighteen darling. How about you pick someone and shag him rotten to create a bunch of perfect babies to crawl around for the loving Grandpa?�she said sarcastically. � I see no bloody choice here!�
�But you do!�
She quickly looked at her left side hearing as Rhett interrupted her. His tone was harsh and cold, hitting on her nerves. He sounded just like Father now.

�You do realize that father could just pick anyone he thought suitable for you at the moment you started to bleed for the first time.� By the look on his face, she could tell he was talking seriously.
After last statement Lionel rolled his eyes. He hated these stupid birds-and-bees talks. Not in front of his little sister; he felt his cheeks go red..
Dumbledore seemed more interested in watching his phoenix This was family business, he had better wait to interfere.
Fawkes was sitting inside of his cage. The bird cocked his head to the side, looking at people around him.
Rhett continued �It�s either your choice or his, Hermione. And trust me, I don't think you would like to hear his, it�s better if you choose.�
She tried to calm herself down but her hands showed her real state. Shaking , she adjusted her Gryffindor tie and dared to ask. �Who.�
Lionel looked back at the window and whispered. �Ames White.�
�Oh ,God....�She covered her face with her hands.
Rhett continued �It�s either him, or your own choice. But by the end of the night on your birthday, you must consummate your new relationship.�
�I know,� she whispered softly.
Lionel stood up from his place and knelled beside her on the floor, holding her hands. He could understand her reaction.
Ames White was defiantly not a nice person. While he was no doubt good looking, he had a violent spark inside and deep hatred to all people who were not born inside of the clan. Wizards or muggles...he didn't cared. The bastard would enjoy having Hermione. She would bring him authority among others, power as well as respect and wealth.. First girl to be born made her very exquisite. Bring a magical gift...she would be priceless.
�Do you have someone in mind?� he asked cautiously.
She shook her head: �Um...no.�
�Why?�
�How do I know?�
�You have two weeks to find the one you like. If he will be struggling, don't worry. We have our own methods of persuasion.� Rhett smiled genuinely at her. �We like White no more than you do, Hermione.�
�Well,� Dumbledore finally started. �If this thing is settled, let us talk about the ball.�
Hermione almost choked after his words. �What ball?�
�Your birthday ball of coarse. I will make the announcement this evening. Eighteen years come once in a lifetime. Ah, just to remember...When I was in your age...,� he started chuckling.
Rhett coughed a little, bringing Dumbledore�s attention back to the theme.
�Oh,well...And I just wanted to ask a few things. Design... Which color do you prefer most? I would think of gold, but Minerva is saying about sparkling mahogany.�
She managed to produce a small smile. The old wizard was obviously trying to cheer her up; it did manage to work, however only for a short period of time...
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