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Chapter Five
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Chapter Five
“So what’s all this?” Sirius asked, picking up several papers from Hermione’s desk.
“None of your business,” she told him as she snatched them from his hands. “Don’t you have something productive to do or has work over in the regular auror department become so slow that you have to harass others?”
“Sticks and stones, love.” He picked up more papers to only have her take them out of his hands only to add hitting his knuckles with the handle of her wand. “I’m not a child.”
“Then I suggest you stop acting like one,” she lectured him, as she put her papers away. “You may very well be an auror and my self assigned protector, but it in no way gives you clearance to read what’s on my desk.”
“You don’t think I’m smart enough to figure it out, do you?” he asked, making it sound like a dare.
“Yes, I do, but you must think I’m a fool to fall for that nonsense,” she told him as she was putting away her papers. After warding the desk, she looked over to him, stating, “If you’re going to be here, we are going to have to find you something to do.”
“Such as?” he inquired.
“I need to know everything I can find out about Machiavelli’s Plume.” She handed him a book. “Read.”
He opened it and looked over to her flatly. “This is in Italian.”
She stopped what she was doing, looking over to him. “You don’t know how to read in Italian?” Taking the tome from him, she handed him another one. “This one is in English. It’s a muggle critique of Machiavelli’s works. They could have seen something in his words we need to know.”
“No stone left unturned,” he muttered, but got no further than the second line before shutting the book. “You know what? I think…no, I know I have work upstairs I have to see to, pet. Floo me when you want to go out.”
“The very moment,” she told him as he was nearly racing out the door.
Seconds later, Blaise strolled into the office with a Cheshire like grin on his face. Hermione looked up from what she was reading to see him sitting across from her at her visitor’s chair.
“You, bella, are a sneaky woman,” he said.
“I haven’t the foggiest notion what you’re speaking of,” she replied, going back to reading another sentence before adding, “Perhaps I could guess, but I can’t and I’m not a mind reader…”
His grin widened. “Hermione, I saw what happened. Lord Black ran like he was doing so from the damned the moment you gave him work to do. Reading at that! One would think that he was illiterate the way he avoids it.”
“He knows how to read,” she murmured, closing the book she was trying to review. “I don’t doubt in the least that he knows how to read in several languages, including some of the dead ones.”
Blaise frowned at that. “Why do you say that?”
“You said it yourself. He’s a Lord. The head of the Black line, something he would have been trained for since he was in the womb.” She stood up and went on with, “Think of it, Blaise. What language are most of the dark spells written in?”
He thought it over. “Latin.”
“And the second highest?”
“French.”
“But that would be neck and neck with?”
“Italian and Spanish.”
“And we are only speaking about the Romance language based spells,” she stated as she went over to the bookcase to put away the books that had been out. “We don’t even know a quarter of the spell work out in the world, never mind that in Greek or Russian or even Egyptian or Arabic.” She faced the man, who was still sitting in the chair in front of her desk, but was now turning to look at her. “But as a part of the Black family and future head of ‘the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black’ he would have been drilled on those Romance languages like most children would be the alphabet.” But then she let out a long sigh and she added, “But it doesn’t mean he wants to read all that much, now does it?”
Letting out a burst of laughter, Blaise stood up asking, “Do you have anything you wish me to do?”
“We need to know if it’s the Plume that they’re going after. At the moment all we have is a decent guess. And I don’t know about you, but guessing doesn’t work well for me. It might as well be divination for all the information we have. Find out if there’s any other artifact out and about in the world that the death eaters would sell their first born son to possess.”
“Whom do I speak to?” he asked.
Worrying her lower lip, she muttered, “Try speaking to Lucius Malfoy again. He might tell you something that he wouldn’t speak to or in front of me about. You might also try to get more information about Machiavelli’s Plume…”
Outside the door to Hermione’s office, Sirius stood stone still under the invisibility cloak. She knew. Everyone had always assumed that he was what he pretended to be—a drunkard who was more interested in booze and birds than he was an education. But not Hermione, he thought as he recalled what had felt like endless lessons in different languages. French, Italian, Latin, Spanish and Greek being in the forefront of all of them—He had to learn them written and spoken to utter perfection. Absently he rubbed the palms of his hands as he recalled how the tutor would whip them with a riding crop if Sirius did anything wrong. And Hermione knew. True, not everything, but she knew.
And that terrified him.
***
Harry showed up to Hermione’s office expecting her to be going crazy because of Sirius. But when he walked in it was to find Hermione at her desk surrounded by open books and taking notes like crazy.
“Did you kick Sirius out?” he asked without preamble.
Looking up at her friend, she said, “No, I asked him to read and he left.”
“And he just left you here?”
“He’s more than likely in the hallway using your invisibility cloak,” she pointed out to him. “That’s if he’s as stubborn as I think he is.” She finished reading for the moment, putting the book away in her purse as she called out, “Are you ready to get lunch, Sirius?”
There was silence a moment followed by, “You could have offered me a chair.” Sirius whipped the cloak off and was glaring at her from the doorway.
“From what Professor McGonagall told me one of your strongest subjects was transfigurations.” She stopped next to him, looking up into his grey eyes. “You couldn’t make a chair for yourself?”
He leaned in, growling, “Perhaps I could.”
Her brow arched. “Temper, temper, Lord Black. If you insist on being with me every moment of the day, you’ll have to pull your own weight.”
“Meaning you think I can’t?” he demanded.
“Meaning I think you’re so accustomed to having people treating you like the imbecile you’ve been acting like that you’ve stopped seeing yourself as the powerful, smart wizard you are,” she yelled at him, hitting him hard in the middle of his chest with her index finger. “And I refuse to be one of the idiots that lock you into that foolish roll any longer.” Stepping back she asked, “Ready for lunch?”
***
Time once more for the Review Sing-A-Long!!! The answer to the last one was "Detachable Penis" by King Missile. Lordy, but that song is a pip. Weird too. Cookies go out to Jennifer for knowing the answer! A hankie goes out to chris7100 to wipe away your tears of mirth. Yeah, that song had me busting a gut laughing the first time I heard it way back when as well. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Okay, time for the next song! "When I was nine I learned reviewing/Taught myself not to care/I was my single good companion/Taking my comfort there" Okay here's your clue--This is from a musical, though truth be told most would be more familiar with another piece from it. The other song from the musical even stepped out and became a hit--I'll give you one night in the far east to think it over (CLUE!!!). There you go! Hope everyone has a great day!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Five
“So what’s all this?” Sirius asked, picking up several papers from Hermione’s desk.
“None of your business,” she told him as she snatched them from his hands. “Don’t you have something productive to do or has work over in the regular auror department become so slow that you have to harass others?”
“Sticks and stones, love.” He picked up more papers to only have her take them out of his hands only to add hitting his knuckles with the handle of her wand. “I’m not a child.”
“Then I suggest you stop acting like one,” she lectured him, as she put her papers away. “You may very well be an auror and my self assigned protector, but it in no way gives you clearance to read what’s on my desk.”
“You don’t think I’m smart enough to figure it out, do you?” he asked, making it sound like a dare.
“Yes, I do, but you must think I’m a fool to fall for that nonsense,” she told him as she was putting away her papers. After warding the desk, she looked over to him, stating, “If you’re going to be here, we are going to have to find you something to do.”
“Such as?” he inquired.
“I need to know everything I can find out about Machiavelli’s Plume.” She handed him a book. “Read.”
He opened it and looked over to her flatly. “This is in Italian.”
She stopped what she was doing, looking over to him. “You don’t know how to read in Italian?” Taking the tome from him, she handed him another one. “This one is in English. It’s a muggle critique of Machiavelli’s works. They could have seen something in his words we need to know.”
“No stone left unturned,” he muttered, but got no further than the second line before shutting the book. “You know what? I think…no, I know I have work upstairs I have to see to, pet. Floo me when you want to go out.”
“The very moment,” she told him as he was nearly racing out the door.
Seconds later, Blaise strolled into the office with a Cheshire like grin on his face. Hermione looked up from what she was reading to see him sitting across from her at her visitor’s chair.
“You, bella, are a sneaky woman,” he said.
“I haven’t the foggiest notion what you’re speaking of,” she replied, going back to reading another sentence before adding, “Perhaps I could guess, but I can’t and I’m not a mind reader…”
His grin widened. “Hermione, I saw what happened. Lord Black ran like he was doing so from the damned the moment you gave him work to do. Reading at that! One would think that he was illiterate the way he avoids it.”
“He knows how to read,” she murmured, closing the book she was trying to review. “I don’t doubt in the least that he knows how to read in several languages, including some of the dead ones.”
Blaise frowned at that. “Why do you say that?”
“You said it yourself. He’s a Lord. The head of the Black line, something he would have been trained for since he was in the womb.” She stood up and went on with, “Think of it, Blaise. What language are most of the dark spells written in?”
He thought it over. “Latin.”
“And the second highest?”
“French.”
“But that would be neck and neck with?”
“Italian and Spanish.”
“And we are only speaking about the Romance language based spells,” she stated as she went over to the bookcase to put away the books that had been out. “We don’t even know a quarter of the spell work out in the world, never mind that in Greek or Russian or even Egyptian or Arabic.” She faced the man, who was still sitting in the chair in front of her desk, but was now turning to look at her. “But as a part of the Black family and future head of ‘the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black’ he would have been drilled on those Romance languages like most children would be the alphabet.” But then she let out a long sigh and she added, “But it doesn’t mean he wants to read all that much, now does it?”
Letting out a burst of laughter, Blaise stood up asking, “Do you have anything you wish me to do?”
“We need to know if it’s the Plume that they’re going after. At the moment all we have is a decent guess. And I don’t know about you, but guessing doesn’t work well for me. It might as well be divination for all the information we have. Find out if there’s any other artifact out and about in the world that the death eaters would sell their first born son to possess.”
“Whom do I speak to?” he asked.
Worrying her lower lip, she muttered, “Try speaking to Lucius Malfoy again. He might tell you something that he wouldn’t speak to or in front of me about. You might also try to get more information about Machiavelli’s Plume…”
Outside the door to Hermione’s office, Sirius stood stone still under the invisibility cloak. She knew. Everyone had always assumed that he was what he pretended to be—a drunkard who was more interested in booze and birds than he was an education. But not Hermione, he thought as he recalled what had felt like endless lessons in different languages. French, Italian, Latin, Spanish and Greek being in the forefront of all of them—He had to learn them written and spoken to utter perfection. Absently he rubbed the palms of his hands as he recalled how the tutor would whip them with a riding crop if Sirius did anything wrong. And Hermione knew. True, not everything, but she knew.
And that terrified him.
***
Harry showed up to Hermione’s office expecting her to be going crazy because of Sirius. But when he walked in it was to find Hermione at her desk surrounded by open books and taking notes like crazy.
“Did you kick Sirius out?” he asked without preamble.
Looking up at her friend, she said, “No, I asked him to read and he left.”
“And he just left you here?”
“He’s more than likely in the hallway using your invisibility cloak,” she pointed out to him. “That’s if he’s as stubborn as I think he is.” She finished reading for the moment, putting the book away in her purse as she called out, “Are you ready to get lunch, Sirius?”
There was silence a moment followed by, “You could have offered me a chair.” Sirius whipped the cloak off and was glaring at her from the doorway.
“From what Professor McGonagall told me one of your strongest subjects was transfigurations.” She stopped next to him, looking up into his grey eyes. “You couldn’t make a chair for yourself?”
He leaned in, growling, “Perhaps I could.”
Her brow arched. “Temper, temper, Lord Black. If you insist on being with me every moment of the day, you’ll have to pull your own weight.”
“Meaning you think I can’t?” he demanded.
“Meaning I think you’re so accustomed to having people treating you like the imbecile you’ve been acting like that you’ve stopped seeing yourself as the powerful, smart wizard you are,” she yelled at him, hitting him hard in the middle of his chest with her index finger. “And I refuse to be one of the idiots that lock you into that foolish roll any longer.” Stepping back she asked, “Ready for lunch?”
***
Time once more for the Review Sing-A-Long!!! The answer to the last one was "Detachable Penis" by King Missile. Lordy, but that song is a pip. Weird too. Cookies go out to Jennifer for knowing the answer! A hankie goes out to chris7100 to wipe away your tears of mirth. Yeah, that song had me busting a gut laughing the first time I heard it way back when as well. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Okay, time for the next song! "When I was nine I learned reviewing/Taught myself not to care/I was my single good companion/Taking my comfort there" Okay here's your clue--This is from a musical, though truth be told most would be more familiar with another piece from it. The other song from the musical even stepped out and became a hit--I'll give you one night in the far east to think it over (CLUE!!!). There you go! Hope everyone has a great day!