The Granger's Surprise

"Is everyone ready?" Hermione stood in the grand living room of her and Draco's home. The floo stood behind her.

Rose and Scorpius nodded their heads. Scorpius reached for Rose's hand, nervousness plastered all over his face. Hermione couldn't blame him, it would be the first time the boy would be around a bunch of muggles who were not aware of magic.

Draco lifted the suitcase he carried. "Ready." A smile lifted his lips. She knew he was excited to meet the rest of her family but she was pretty sure most his excitement was leaning more toward getting to know more about muggles. Unbeknownst to him, Draco was slowly becoming more and more like Arthur.

Hermione let Rose go first to be an example for the other two. Draco and Scorpius were more experienced at using the floo system than Rose and Hermione but both boys could easily mispronunciate and she didn't trust Draco to get the kids directly to her parents. He was more apt to take detours. Once both kids were through, Draco stepped up and grabbed the floo powder. "The Grangers." He smiled and winked before he disappeared. Hermione stepped up and followed after him.

She stepped through the floo to her parents' living room. Her stomach dropped and she could feel her breakfast coming up.

Draco put an arm around her, concern etched in his grey eyes. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, brushing off her nausea. "Just a little dizzy. It's been a while since I last traveled by floo." She looked around the surprisingly empty living room. It was just the four of them. "Where are my parents?"

Before anyone could answer, her mum waltzed through the kitchen door. "Hermione, dear, you're early." Her tone was patronizing although she wore a bright smile. Hermione caught her mum's eyes flick nervously to where she had just come from.

"Only by half an hour. Is everything alright?" At her question, Draco drew stiff and pulled his wand out. He ushered for the kids to get behind him.

Her mum's eyes went wide. "Nothing's the matter. There's no need for that." A small explosion came from the kitchen. Hermione had her wand out and together, she and Draco made their way to the kitchen before her mum could stop them. They opened the kitchen door to a billow of smoke.

"I can fix it!" The smoke cleared to reveal Molly, Arthur, George, Angelina, Narcissa, and her father who looked rather concerned with the disarray of the toaster.

"What are you doing here!" She seethed. Draco put his wand back into his pocket and laughed at the situation they found themselves in. "This is not funny!" Hermione slapped him in the chest.

Arthur paused with his wand pointed at the destroyed toaster. Hermione raised an eyebrow at the group. When Molly and Narcissa walked toward the front of the group, Arthur fixed the toaster with a quick spell. "I had hoped that with Draco, you would arrive on time, not early." Narcissa chided.

Molly gave Narcissa an exasperated look and smacked her on the arm. "We just wanted to see your muggle family."

George walked up then with his mouth stuffed with bread. "Surprise!" He smiled wide with jazz hands while he swallowed his food.

Draco grimaced at the unpleasant sight and unruly manners displayed before him. "Chew your food!" Hermione snapped with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Don't be upset with us. We just wanted to show you our support. But if you were to be mad, then be aim it at Molly, George, and Mrs. Mal...Narcissa. it was their idea." Narcissa shot Arthur a death glare while Molly slapped him, hard. George just stood there bobbing his head up and down.

"Can they come? It would be nice to have grandma and grandma Molly there." Scorpius looked sheepish as he directed the question at Hermione.

"Yes, I agree." Rose looked at her with large puppy dog eyes.

Hermione looked at all the pleading eyes that were focused on her and sighed. "Fine." She pointed a hard finger at Arthur. "No asking them about muggle ways or contraptions." She then turned the finger onto a snickering George. "No pranks." Which caused George to groan loudly. He started to complain but stopped when Angelina placed a warning hand on his shoulder.

They all nodded. She had a feeling this was going to be a long and strange family reunion.

"What is the function of a tv?" Very long indeed.

. . . . .

Her mum pulled the car into the hotel's parking lot. Her dad pulled in beside them. It was a really good thing that they had two vehicles now instead of the one. She, Draco, Rose, Scorpius, and Angelina rode with her mum while the others rode with her dad. It had been an interesting feat since half of them had never seen a vehicle let alone rode in one before.

"A broom is safer!" Draco exclaimed as he fell out of the now parked car.

"You and Harry had more accidents on those brooms than most people have their entire lives in vehicles."

"Dad, I thought you were really good at quidditch."

"He was. He was just clumsy and cared more about embarrassing Harry than paying attention." Draco's pale face flushed a deep scarlet causing the women in the car to snicker.

Her dad came over to them. "I hope you had an interesting ride over here. Maybe we could switch on the ride back?" He asked her mum. Her mother just laughed and shook her head. Hermione felt sorry for her dad knowing that he had to endure Arthur's questioning, George's pranks, and Molly and Narcissa's grumbling.

Draco walked around from the boot of the car, carrying their suitcase in one hand. "Does this place remind you of anything?" He asked when he was by Hermione's side. The hotel was grand on the outside with a stone fountain that had four snakes coming up to meet in the center. The outside of the hotel was painted in an off-white that gave off a silvery shine in the morning sunlight. The columns near the entrance were carved to look like basilisks. The outside was grand and very pretty and it did leave a tingling impression in the back of Hermione's mind though she wasn't sure why. She shook her head at Draco's question. "It has a Slytherin touch." He sighed.

"I don't see it. Besides, we're in the muggle world, the architecture for the hotel probably was into mythology, not a wizard."

Draco continued to stare at the hotel's entrance. "You're probably right."

"I know I am."

"Come on you two, quit dawdling!" Narcissa clapped her hands at them from where she stood on the front steps, everyone else already milling around her. Hermione and Draco chuckled but did as they were told.

Hermione's mouth gaped open when they entered into the hotel. The walls were painted in the same silverish-white as the outside and the carpet was a dark green. The furniture was dark stained oak wood that had snakes carved as the arms of the chairs. Everything was painted in the Slytherin colors and there were subtle hints of snakes in the decor but that wasn't what gave Hermione pause. What had her, Draco, and the rest of the group, even her parents, glued to their places with their mouths hanging open was the Slytherin insignia that hung behind the front desk. The architect or the owner of the hotel must have attended Hogwarts and must have been a Slytherin. The Slytherin decor of the hotel was subtle yet not at the same time. It would have gone by unnoticed to muggles but would have been painfully obvious to those who knew of the wizarding world.

"Tell me who owns this place," demanded Narcissa to the person behind the front desk.

"Mr. And Mrs. Zabini." The girl answered in a polite voice.

"What!" Everyone from the wizarding world exclaimed.

The eyebrows of the receptionist twitched. "Do you know the owners?" She asked in that same polite voice though her words were more hesitant.

"We're old school mates." Draco told her. "Who the hell did Blaise marry? Why the hell didn't he tell me?" He muttered.

Hermione placed an arm on his shoulder. At least she could answer these questions. "He married Pansy ten years ago. Since I was the head of the ministry during that time, I officiated their wedding. I'm not absolutely sure o

why they didn't tell you but if I had to guess, it was because that was when you had first found out about Astoria's illness."

The clerk let out a relieved smile. "We surprisingly don't see many wizards here." She explained a little more in detail at their baffled look. "I'm a squib. When Mr. And Mrs. Zabini decided to build this hotel, it was for the purpose of bridging the gap between the muggle and the wizarding worlds. Everyone who works here are muggle relatives of witches and wizards, muggleborns, squibs, witches and wizards, and even house elves. It's to help teach wizards about the muggle world and vice versa."

"Do the house elves get paid?" Rose asked with genuine curiosity though her eyes held a glare to them.

The woman nodded. "Everyone is paid slightly above the muggle minimum wage in either muggle or wizarding money, whatever the employee requests."

"Bloody hell, didn't know Blaise was that smart."

The receptionist laughed at Draco's words. "Mr. Zabini likes to take the credit though Mrs. Zabini isn't afraid to put him in his place and give credit to an old friend of theirs. What is your name?"

Hermione cleared her throat. "We're actually here for the Granger reunion, but." She waved to her small group. "We're the Malfoys."

"And Weasleys!" George and Molly chimed.

The young receptionist's mouth dropped. She gazed at the small group in shock, her eyes betraying her to be star-crossed. It wasn't everyday that you would get to meet those of famous and infamous names.

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