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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,056
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Little Bit Routine
A/N - Sorry that the chapter is a little short.
Droxy - Yup, they do behave like this. You shoulf see my roomie Matt when his wife is awasy. Mopes like a baby. :)
Jc - No one can resist the gap-toothed smile. :)
Chapter 3 – A Little Bit Routine
Minuet set the table with a feeling of peacefulness. For the last week, she, Tina and Uncle Severus had established a pattern.
Breakfast of sleepy yawning faces with no talking allowed until Uncle Severus had drunk his coffee, followed by a leisurely stroll out the back door to the beach, where Tina and Min would run around playing and screaming, while Uncle Severus would sit on the porch reading as he kept an eye on them.
Lunch would be a leisurely affair where they would interrogate Uncle Severus about his work and his life; the former questions he would answer easily, the latter, he would dodge. They would all descend to the laboratory after that and the girls would watch in fascination as he worked.
Dinner would follow, then he would settle on the couch with the two little girls curled up beside him and read to them with his powerful voice until they were falling asleep and then he tucked them in for the night.
They lived in a strange solitary world far removed frogwaogwarts. It was as if the empty beach that stretched on to infinity and the winding country road that had brought them here were all that existed; that after they had stepped into the cottage the rest of the world had simply faded away.
No owls came, no paper, no floo calls, nothing; a complete isolation that had started out as being strange and lonely but had become cherished and familiar.uet uet could dance around the kitchen as she set the table, humming, and know that she was unobserved. Severus had drawn a bath for Fortina and then retired to his own shower to clean up before breakfast.
Minuet at fifteen had already learned most of the household spells and she was especially adept at kitchen magic. With a happy wave, she sent eggs into the cast iron pan to fry. Another wave and a muttered spell had the rasher of bacon cooking merrily. Bread drifted over to the fireplace to toast, beans were set to warm, and tomatoes were soon frying merrily in a pan next to the bacon. She twirled and set the plates to dancing towards the table and mugs were doing acrobatics on their way to being filled with tea.
“You’ll make someone a good wife, Min.” Came a familiar drawl from the doorway and she almost sent it all crashing down as her surprise caused her to lose concentration.
“Draco!” She shouted and as soon as everything was in place rushed into the seventeen-year-old’s arms with a happy cry. She stepped back and looked him up and down with surprise. “What are you doing here?” She was amazed by the change in him in only a few weeks. Gone was the drab ensemble of school robes and in their place were tailored robes in black and silver with little entwined dragons racing around the hem.
He looked older, worldlier and very handsome. Min grinned up at him with a little sister’s glee.
“Well, don’t you look posh!” Draco rolled his eyes at her.
“Would you want me to be a disgrace to the Malfoy name?” He asked with a touch of bitterness hiding beneath the humor.
“Certainly not!” She retorted in mock horror and he laughed but it was a soft sound, more sad than amused.
“Malfoy.” Snape muttered in greeting as he swept towards the coffee pot. He was dressed in his usual black trousers, but he had dispensed with the frock coat after their first day. A black cotton shirt buttoned up against the early morning chill, with a wooly black cardigan rendered him far less imposing. Tina clattered into the room, shoes still untied and clothes rumpled. Min groaned and began to set her to rights.
“Good morning, Sir. Thank you for the rescue, by the way. Mother’s idea of a lovely trip terrifies me.” He said it in an offhand way, but Min guessed it was rather close to the truth.
“Not at all, besides you are an adequate assistant in the lab and I do have work that needs to be done.” Min smiled to herself; she had long ago learned that ’adequate” in Uncle Severus’ dictionary meant ”excellent” in everyone else’s.
She had Tina dressed and ordered and she turned back to the breakfast food. Everything had cooked to perfection and then stopped, so she served it up and set and extra place for Draco. They sat down -- the three children and the still rather bleary adult -- and tucked in.
“No, really, Min, you will make someone a good wife.” Draco said with admiration as he ate her breakfast. She nodded at his compliment but felt obscurely insulted.
“Minuet has far more in her future than mere housewifery.” Severus scolded. “She gets better grades than you do, Malfoy.” Min perked up at that; yes, she knew whomever she married had better be willing to let her pursue her dreams.
“Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.” Draco was pink with embarrassment. It was, Min knew, quite hard sometimes to let go of pureblood preconceptions.
Droxy - Yup, they do behave like this. You shoulf see my roomie Matt when his wife is awasy. Mopes like a baby. :)
Jc - No one can resist the gap-toothed smile. :)
Chapter 3 – A Little Bit Routine
Minuet set the table with a feeling of peacefulness. For the last week, she, Tina and Uncle Severus had established a pattern.
Breakfast of sleepy yawning faces with no talking allowed until Uncle Severus had drunk his coffee, followed by a leisurely stroll out the back door to the beach, where Tina and Min would run around playing and screaming, while Uncle Severus would sit on the porch reading as he kept an eye on them.
Lunch would be a leisurely affair where they would interrogate Uncle Severus about his work and his life; the former questions he would answer easily, the latter, he would dodge. They would all descend to the laboratory after that and the girls would watch in fascination as he worked.
Dinner would follow, then he would settle on the couch with the two little girls curled up beside him and read to them with his powerful voice until they were falling asleep and then he tucked them in for the night.
They lived in a strange solitary world far removed frogwaogwarts. It was as if the empty beach that stretched on to infinity and the winding country road that had brought them here were all that existed; that after they had stepped into the cottage the rest of the world had simply faded away.
No owls came, no paper, no floo calls, nothing; a complete isolation that had started out as being strange and lonely but had become cherished and familiar.uet uet could dance around the kitchen as she set the table, humming, and know that she was unobserved. Severus had drawn a bath for Fortina and then retired to his own shower to clean up before breakfast.
Minuet at fifteen had already learned most of the household spells and she was especially adept at kitchen magic. With a happy wave, she sent eggs into the cast iron pan to fry. Another wave and a muttered spell had the rasher of bacon cooking merrily. Bread drifted over to the fireplace to toast, beans were set to warm, and tomatoes were soon frying merrily in a pan next to the bacon. She twirled and set the plates to dancing towards the table and mugs were doing acrobatics on their way to being filled with tea.
“You’ll make someone a good wife, Min.” Came a familiar drawl from the doorway and she almost sent it all crashing down as her surprise caused her to lose concentration.
“Draco!” She shouted and as soon as everything was in place rushed into the seventeen-year-old’s arms with a happy cry. She stepped back and looked him up and down with surprise. “What are you doing here?” She was amazed by the change in him in only a few weeks. Gone was the drab ensemble of school robes and in their place were tailored robes in black and silver with little entwined dragons racing around the hem.
He looked older, worldlier and very handsome. Min grinned up at him with a little sister’s glee.
“Well, don’t you look posh!” Draco rolled his eyes at her.
“Would you want me to be a disgrace to the Malfoy name?” He asked with a touch of bitterness hiding beneath the humor.
“Certainly not!” She retorted in mock horror and he laughed but it was a soft sound, more sad than amused.
“Malfoy.” Snape muttered in greeting as he swept towards the coffee pot. He was dressed in his usual black trousers, but he had dispensed with the frock coat after their first day. A black cotton shirt buttoned up against the early morning chill, with a wooly black cardigan rendered him far less imposing. Tina clattered into the room, shoes still untied and clothes rumpled. Min groaned and began to set her to rights.
“Good morning, Sir. Thank you for the rescue, by the way. Mother’s idea of a lovely trip terrifies me.” He said it in an offhand way, but Min guessed it was rather close to the truth.
“Not at all, besides you are an adequate assistant in the lab and I do have work that needs to be done.” Min smiled to herself; she had long ago learned that ’adequate” in Uncle Severus’ dictionary meant ”excellent” in everyone else’s.
She had Tina dressed and ordered and she turned back to the breakfast food. Everything had cooked to perfection and then stopped, so she served it up and set and extra place for Draco. They sat down -- the three children and the still rather bleary adult -- and tucked in.
“No, really, Min, you will make someone a good wife.” Draco said with admiration as he ate her breakfast. She nodded at his compliment but felt obscurely insulted.
“Minuet has far more in her future than mere housewifery.” Severus scolded. “She gets better grades than you do, Malfoy.” Min perked up at that; yes, she knew whomever she married had better be willing to let her pursue her dreams.
“Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.” Draco was pink with embarrassment. It was, Min knew, quite hard sometimes to let go of pureblood preconceptions.