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Paradise called Ojén
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,745
Reviews:
11
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.
6. Oj�n
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6 : Ojén
They arrived at the local bank and stepped inside. Hermione motioned Snape to follow her to the counter and waited for her call.
“Buenas dias, señorita Granger” the woman behind the counter greeted Hermione. After all those years they still didn’t knew where she stayed, but they knew who she was. “¿Quién es eso senõr?” Hermione blushed a bit.
“Prestente es mi catedrática, Senõr Snape.” She told the lady and turned to Snape. “She asked who you were and I told her you were my professor.” Snape only nodded in amazement. Miss Granger, the know-it-all spoke Spanish. Hermione smiled at the lady and continued.
“Quisiera saber, cual es el ratio de Euros cuando cambiar cien Libras de Ingles?” Snape didn’t even bother to ask her what the hell she was saying, it would make her annoyed and he would be the subject of it. Although, he was getting curious.
\"What did you ask her now, Miss Granger?\" Snape said through the corner of his mouth, he didn\'t want to look like a fool. He didn\'t understand a single word they said.
\"What I would like to know is, what is the exchange rate for 100 English pounds to Euros? Now be quiet, unless you want to spend your whole day in this building!\" she hissed and once again turned to the lady behind the counter.
\"Lo Siento, senorita Granger, no hicimos este tipo de transaction aqui. Si\' necesita usa la maquina de dinero afuera.\" the nice lady told them and Hermione nodded. Snape too but he didn\'t knew why.
Hermione and Snape said their goodbyes after Hermione elbowed him to the door and left the bank.
“She told me to use the cash dispenser, they don’t exchange money or give money through the bank anymore.” She said quickly as she saw Snape’s mouth open to ask her about it. Just round the corner she opened her wallet and took a little plastic card out.
“And what, as I may ask, is that, Miss Granger?” He’d never seen something like this before in his entire life. “Muggles are such strange people. Don’t they have vaults like we have in Gringots?” He didn’t admit he found the little thin piece of plastic highly impressive.
“Of course they have. I have one back in England, but they don’t work like our vaults.” She told Snape and entered the credit card in the slit of the machine. Snape’s eyes widened and he reached for his wand.
“It’s eating your card… Accio ca…” but Hermione grabbed the wand before he could finish the word ‘card’. “Miss Granger. Let.Me.Go!” he growled and pulled his arm loose.
“You fool!” she hissed quietly, “You bloody idiot! No magic, Dumbledore said. And secondly, it didn’t swallowed my credit card. Only if I push it in the slit it can see it’s mine. There’s a little laser in there which discovers who it is from. Only then I can get cash. Now, put that thing away before someone sees it.” Hermione looked dangerously like Snape always did in class. Maybe she felt the same as he used to feel when Longbottom screwed up his potion. Snape said something under his breath and put his wand away.
“I really thought that… that thing ate your card. Danger is everywhere, Miss Granger!” hes narled and looked a bit flushed, only a bit. “What happens now?”
“Now I have to type my personal indentification number in the keys here…” and she showed him the keyboard, “Look, it’s correct. The computer asks me how much I want to get from my account.” She typed the wanted amount and waited. “Now the machine will give me my card back… there it is.” And she glanced at Snape. He pretended not seeing her glaring. There was alittle ‘peep’ and the money rolled out. “See? No harm being done.” She grabbed the money and waited for the receipt. “Take it, professor. For your collection of Muggle trash.”she sniggered and put the money in her purse.
“Don’t you want to keep this? Maybe they fooled you.” He said and looked at the small receipt. His eyes fell on the amount of money that still was on her account. ‘Oh my. I knew Tom had money like water, but this is they entire ocean.’ He thought and looked at Hermione who thought for a moment she could read his mind.
“I know.” Was the only thing she said about it and turned on her heel. Snape followed, his mouth still slightly open. “Please close your mouth, sir. You don’t want insects to fly in, do you?” This got Snape out of his trance and he gave a disapproving cough.
“That should do, Miss Granger!” he sneered and walked passed her. He suddenly turned around and made her stop. “I don’t want you to pay for everything I need. I’ll have to borrow from you till we are back, but I’ll pay everything back to you. Till the last penny.” He actually thought of her being a show off.
“Who said I was going to pay for everything, professor? Watch your tongue or you’ll pay with interest, sir!” she snapped and strode away. How could he think of her like that? Hermione Granger wasn’t a person who sympathised the people who hadn’t had that much money. The Weasley’s knew that, they didn’t had amounts of money in their vault. Nor was she a miser, which really sounded like that when she told him to pay her back with interest. She strolled to a restaurant and sat down near a fountain. “Are you coming or not?” she yelled to the other end of the street where Snape still stood and swore under his breath.
“How dare you lecture me about money, you little disgusting girl.” He sneered. “No!” he yelled back at her and sat on the edge of a huge pot.
“Suit yourself.” She said and shrugged her shoulders. Hermione walked to the little terrass and sat down without another look from her teacher. She took the menu from the table and enfolded it. “Hmmm… what shall I take?”
6 : Ojén
They arrived at the local bank and stepped inside. Hermione motioned Snape to follow her to the counter and waited for her call.
“Buenas dias, señorita Granger” the woman behind the counter greeted Hermione. After all those years they still didn’t knew where she stayed, but they knew who she was. “¿Quién es eso senõr?” Hermione blushed a bit.
“Prestente es mi catedrática, Senõr Snape.” She told the lady and turned to Snape. “She asked who you were and I told her you were my professor.” Snape only nodded in amazement. Miss Granger, the know-it-all spoke Spanish. Hermione smiled at the lady and continued.
“Quisiera saber, cual es el ratio de Euros cuando cambiar cien Libras de Ingles?” Snape didn’t even bother to ask her what the hell she was saying, it would make her annoyed and he would be the subject of it. Although, he was getting curious.
\"What did you ask her now, Miss Granger?\" Snape said through the corner of his mouth, he didn\'t want to look like a fool. He didn\'t understand a single word they said.
\"What I would like to know is, what is the exchange rate for 100 English pounds to Euros? Now be quiet, unless you want to spend your whole day in this building!\" she hissed and once again turned to the lady behind the counter.
\"Lo Siento, senorita Granger, no hicimos este tipo de transaction aqui. Si\' necesita usa la maquina de dinero afuera.\" the nice lady told them and Hermione nodded. Snape too but he didn\'t knew why.
Hermione and Snape said their goodbyes after Hermione elbowed him to the door and left the bank.
“She told me to use the cash dispenser, they don’t exchange money or give money through the bank anymore.” She said quickly as she saw Snape’s mouth open to ask her about it. Just round the corner she opened her wallet and took a little plastic card out.
“And what, as I may ask, is that, Miss Granger?” He’d never seen something like this before in his entire life. “Muggles are such strange people. Don’t they have vaults like we have in Gringots?” He didn’t admit he found the little thin piece of plastic highly impressive.
“Of course they have. I have one back in England, but they don’t work like our vaults.” She told Snape and entered the credit card in the slit of the machine. Snape’s eyes widened and he reached for his wand.
“It’s eating your card… Accio ca…” but Hermione grabbed the wand before he could finish the word ‘card’. “Miss Granger. Let.Me.Go!” he growled and pulled his arm loose.
“You fool!” she hissed quietly, “You bloody idiot! No magic, Dumbledore said. And secondly, it didn’t swallowed my credit card. Only if I push it in the slit it can see it’s mine. There’s a little laser in there which discovers who it is from. Only then I can get cash. Now, put that thing away before someone sees it.” Hermione looked dangerously like Snape always did in class. Maybe she felt the same as he used to feel when Longbottom screwed up his potion. Snape said something under his breath and put his wand away.
“I really thought that… that thing ate your card. Danger is everywhere, Miss Granger!” hes narled and looked a bit flushed, only a bit. “What happens now?”
“Now I have to type my personal indentification number in the keys here…” and she showed him the keyboard, “Look, it’s correct. The computer asks me how much I want to get from my account.” She typed the wanted amount and waited. “Now the machine will give me my card back… there it is.” And she glanced at Snape. He pretended not seeing her glaring. There was alittle ‘peep’ and the money rolled out. “See? No harm being done.” She grabbed the money and waited for the receipt. “Take it, professor. For your collection of Muggle trash.”she sniggered and put the money in her purse.
“Don’t you want to keep this? Maybe they fooled you.” He said and looked at the small receipt. His eyes fell on the amount of money that still was on her account. ‘Oh my. I knew Tom had money like water, but this is they entire ocean.’ He thought and looked at Hermione who thought for a moment she could read his mind.
“I know.” Was the only thing she said about it and turned on her heel. Snape followed, his mouth still slightly open. “Please close your mouth, sir. You don’t want insects to fly in, do you?” This got Snape out of his trance and he gave a disapproving cough.
“That should do, Miss Granger!” he sneered and walked passed her. He suddenly turned around and made her stop. “I don’t want you to pay for everything I need. I’ll have to borrow from you till we are back, but I’ll pay everything back to you. Till the last penny.” He actually thought of her being a show off.
“Who said I was going to pay for everything, professor? Watch your tongue or you’ll pay with interest, sir!” she snapped and strode away. How could he think of her like that? Hermione Granger wasn’t a person who sympathised the people who hadn’t had that much money. The Weasley’s knew that, they didn’t had amounts of money in their vault. Nor was she a miser, which really sounded like that when she told him to pay her back with interest. She strolled to a restaurant and sat down near a fountain. “Are you coming or not?” she yelled to the other end of the street where Snape still stood and swore under his breath.
“How dare you lecture me about money, you little disgusting girl.” He sneered. “No!” he yelled back at her and sat on the edge of a huge pot.
“Suit yourself.” She said and shrugged her shoulders. Hermione walked to the little terrass and sat down without another look from her teacher. She took the menu from the table and enfolded it. “Hmmm… what shall I take?”