Celebrations

Chapter One

It was a celebration! She thought that that was probably why she had let herself go to such lengths. When Ron passed her the small glass full of something intoxicating, she almost resisted.
“C’mon, Hermione! This is one of the biggest days in Wizarding history! Just relax, for this one night!”
That was reasonable. Of everything that had happened tonight, she doubted Hermione Granger’s intoxication would be the most documented.
And so she had let loose. There were mixed drinks, Elvish wine, and something that was smoking suspiciously. Of course, by that point, the only way to investigate was to taste!
For all of her intelligence, she would always marvel at how quickly her common sense went away.
The party was held in the Great Hall, a celebration for Harry Potter’s defeat of Lord Voldemort, which had come earlier than anyone could have suspected.

She had been right by Harry’s side, tracking down Horcruxes in the summer before her last year at Hogwarts. She’d returned, albeit by herself, to Hogwarts that year, and was named Head Girl by Headmaster McGonagall.
By the time the trains came back to Platform 9 ¾, there were three more pieces of Voldemort’s soul. One in an unknown artifact, one in Nagini, and of course, the piece that was still inside Voldemort himself.
The only problem was, Harry couldn’t find it, the unknown artifact. Which left them in great distress, seeing as how Voldemort knew that Albus Dumbledore was now dead.
After all, he was the “Only One He Ever Feared”.
With Dumbledore gone, Voldemort didn’t hesitate to begin more extreme attacks. She read about a mass, worldwide attack. What was mystifying, however, was that it happened in almost every country of the world- who could have possibly planned this? Who was the intended victim?
Hermione and the rest of the Wizarding community knew, however, that this attack went beyond the boundaries of country lines. This was an attack on non-magical kind.
The Prime Minister seemed to have some concept, however, of what might be really going on. A lot of the leaders of these countries did. It was almost as if they feared criticism from their citizens, though it was not the time to challenge officials. Over two million had died, and millions more were sick, all over the world.
However, standing at the platform by herself, Hermione had received a mysterious letter, carried by a somewhat familiar eagle owl, which took a derisive nip at her finger as she removed the letter from its leg.
The letter detailed what the last Horcrux was- the white gold, emerald and diamond pendant hanging on the neck of none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. Hermione had seen it only once- in the picture of Bellatrix that Kreacher had stolen away to his nest with. She imagined that Bellatrix did not bring it with her on missions, for fear that something could happen to it. Luckily, they know that the woman was constantly by Voldemort’s side, as was Nagini.
Now all they had to do was go after the three of them.
She remembered standing face to face with Bellatrix, noticing the deranged look in her eye, the fanatical smile as she heard snippets of Harry battling Voldemort, and Ron attempting to maim Nagini.

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“Do you feel special, Mudblood girl? That such a noble witch as I am taking my time to kill you?” Bellatrix Lestrange had followed her into a side corridor, leaving the main battle on the front lawn of Hogwarts.
For once, the pendant was hanging on her neck. It swung slightly as she and Hermione circled. They both glanced towards the direction of the Great Hall. Harry’s voice could be heard, and then a high, cold voice replying. Harry and Voldemort had moved into the Great Hall.
“You aren’t noble. But I’m sure you feel quite special because of that pendant on your neck.” Anything to distract her, anything to postpone what seemed inevitable.
“This?” Bellatrix giggled hysterically as she held it in her hand. “The Dark Lord himself gave me this.” It was low, almost a hiss as she said it. “He trusted me, only me, with a piece of his soul. Do you know what kind of loyalty that took on my part?”
“It wasn’t only you, you know. Lucius Malfoy had one, as well.”
Draco Malfoy was hiding in an alcove in the wall a few yards down from where the two women circled each other. He could hear his aunt’s high-pitched voice easily, but Hermione’s low, taunting tones were less resonating. He heard his father’s name clearly, however. He attempted to go closer to hear, relying on the darkness of the hallway.
“No he didn’t.” Bellatrix’s voice was unsure.
“Yes, he did! Do you think that you were good enough for the Dark Lord to trust you completely?” Hermione’s tone was mocking, something that surprised Draco a great deal. Perhaps she didn’t realize the trouble she was in?
“Of course I am!” Bellatrix was getting angry. “How dare you challenge my loyalty, Mudblood whelp?! What could you possibly know?”
“I know that there weren’t only two Horcruxes.” Bellatrix’s mouth gaped. “Oh yes, I know about the Horcruxes. There were seven! The only person Tom Riddle trusted completely was himself. He never loved you like he said he did, he never held complete trust in you as you did in him.”
His Aunt Bella’s wand dropped to her side, and her hands were visibly shaking. Both Draco and Hermione seemed unsure of what would happen next.
Finally, with tears welling in her eyes, Bellatrix took the pendant in her hand and forcefully yanked the chain from her own neck. It looked as if she didn’t know what to do- torn between her loyalty and the overwhelming feeling of betrayal. She flung it onto the floor, and pointed her wand at it, looking the sanest she ever had to Hermione.
She whispered her next word, so that Hermione could barely hear it- “Crucio.”
All at once, there were three screams.
Ron’s voice let out a triumphant cry, from some distance away, decapitating the massive snake, which had begun to spontaneously combust at a very rapid rate.
With two pieces of his soul now left, Voldemort seemed to feel very boldly the power of Bellatrix Lestrange’s crucio. His high, cold voice could be heard screeching in pain. Hermione was almost sure that Harry was grasping his head, because his voice let out a scream of anguish
The pendant seemed to glow, trembling on the ground as Bellatrix’s wand stayed focused on it. A trickle of blood came from her nose, as the green light from the pendant seemed to spread. Draco’s eyebrows rose, realizing what was about to happen. He ran towards the light, grabbing Hermione by the wrist and pulling her forcefully into the main corridor, around the corner from his aunt and the pendant.
The green light was growing brighter, fighting against the natural light of the full moon. Draco and Hermione were grasping each other in a tight embrace, not wanting to see the final result, but not being able to turn away from the sight of the green fighting back the pale blue. The stone wall seemed to cut off the light right before it could hit them, but they edged away from it just the same.
As Voldemort’s high screams reached them from the Great Hall, Draco and Hermione began shielding their eyes from the potent light. All in one moment, a flash that pulsed through Draco and Hermione went off, and Harry’s voice was heard screaming as he drove Gryffindor’s sword through Voldemort’s left temple.
Bellatrix was dead, the result of what seemed to be a backfiring Killing Curse from destroying the Horcrux, Nagini was dead from a Severing Charm from Ron’s wand, and Voldemort was dead by Harry’s hand.
All in all, a good night.

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There was nothing that anyone could be happier about, and every student that still attended Hogwarts was drinking and dancing right alongside the professors, age and species forgotten. Lavender and Parvati finally got their dance with Firenze- Two legs each!
There were so many people at that party, so many people she had been surprised at seeing there. Slytherins. Draco Malfoy.
She almost went up to him and physically protested, but when she had stood up, the world took a sick spin and she was forced to sit back down, remembering the gray eyes that pulled her up just in time to miss being hit by a green jet of light.
With the world spinning, she noticed him stumbling over to her.
“Hermione. You are very drunk.” From the way he slurred his words, he was obviously sloshed as well. She managed to stand.
“You’re one to talk,” she began, poking him in the chest aggressively. “You’re just as drunk.”
Now, Draco Malfoy was a man who could hold his liquor. He’d had plenty of practice, after all.
But yes, he was drunk.
He took her hand, pulling her to him in a hug. He couldn’t say that he was surprised when she pulled away.
But what she said next surprised then both. “I know it was your owl, Draco. I recognized it.” The statement sobered them up. A little.
She collapsed back into him, tripping over her own feet and ending the somber moment. He stumbled back, and they fell, laughing.
‘What a picture we must make,’ she thought to herself, feeling very silly. ‘Draco Malfoy and I tangled on the floor in the middle of the Great Hall.’
When their eyes met, they were both certain that they must be thinking the same thing, because they burst out in laughter anew.
‘Merlin, would you look at that hair.’ Hermione Granger’s hair had never been anything but bushy. When he thought about it, the fact that she simply didn’t care was slightly endearing.
‘It’s really a shame that someone who comes from such a dark family looks so much like…’
The thought went unfinished as Draco pulled himself to his feet and pulled her with him.
As they were leaving the Great Hall, she had the brief idea to look back at the party, but decided against it as Draco led her up the stairs to the corridors.
His silvery hair glowed in the moonlight, such a contrast against his jet-black robes that it almost appeared that his head was floating in mid-air. Which, of course, made her giggle.
He turned to her, playful confusion on his face.
“What are you laughing at then, Granger?” She let out a breathless giggle, threading her fingers into the spun silk that he had the audacity to call hair.
She felt hands on her waist as his stormy gray eyes connected with her cocoa ones. At one moment, it seemed that they were kissing next to a window, and in an instant almost, his weight was on top of her on the crushed velvet of the couch in the Head common room.
Magical energy buzzed in the air as their bodies rubbed together. There was an eagerness to undress from both of them, unfortunately their intoxication made it take twice as long.
Draco didn’t think he had ever wanted anyone more than he wanted Hermione at that moment. He’d been fighting himself ever since she revealed her intelligence in first year. He couldn’t avoid the confirmations from his family that his sentiments towards her were indeed inappropriate, but in fifth year, when his father was incarcerated, he had finally started to question his intelligence. After all, how smart could the man be? Visiting his mother and seeing her so broken made her seem weak-minded.
He was so plagued with these thoughts, feeling guilty every time he considered leaving his task to kill Dumbledore just so his parents would be taken care of, just so he wouldn’t have to live a life that he hated.
Finally, when it mattered, he’d done it. He’d helped the light side by sending anonymous information to Hermione Granger. He just hadn’t counted on her recognizing his owl.
Her soft tug at the zipper of his trousers quickly brought him back to the now. She seemed hesitant, shy as she touched him. This surprised him greatly. He’d subconsciously assumed that she would be just as fiery between the sheets as she was in the classroom, but he’d been proven wrong before.
He placed his hands over his, urging her to touch him with more force. She gasped slightly when his hands went over hers.
‘No!’ Draco thought suddenly, a thought entering his mind. ‘She couldn’t possibly be…’
“Gra- Hermione, are you a virgin?!” Her head turned to the side, eyes turning downwards to gaze at the carpet. She wanted to be sly; to not give anything away, but her mind wasn’t working, and no wit whatsoever came out.
“Yes,” She heard herself say. She felt slightly betrayed by her own mind. Who cared if she was? All she could understand in that moment was her desperate need for him. She thrust her hips up softy against him, the only way for her to articulate exactly what she was feeling.
He groaned softly, and she could feel his erection though his cotton boxer-briefs. He reached under her skirt to grab her hips, pushing the skirt up as he went.
Her arms went around his neck as he began to rock against her, grinding their hips together. She felt nothing but him; two thin layers the only barrier against penetration. He held her gaze, their breathing getting heavier. She hissed his name deliciously, and he dropped his head into the crook where her neck met her shoulder. Breathing in the smell of gardenias and wine, he felt her body tense, and then involuntarily jerk with every pull of his cock against her sensitive spot. He nipped her skin, coming with the sound of her ragged breathing in his ear.
He collapsed onto her, and could feel her fingers threading in his hair. He had the strange sensation of having two hearts, both pounding on either side of his chest, until he realized that he could feel Hermione’s through her shirt.
As her heartbeat slowed and her breathing went more shallow, Draco lifted his head to realize that she was asleep.
With a groan, he dragged himself up from the couch, scooping her up and carrying her up the stairs to her dormitory.
He was disgusted with himself. He hadn’t come in his pants since he was eleven years old.

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