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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
13,346
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17
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Currently Reading:
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Broomsticks and Bondage
JK Rowling owns Harry Potter I don’t. Sucks to be me!
Daily Prophet
During a fun filled afternoon having his tea leaves read by the Great Prophet and former Hogwarts Divination Teacher Sybil Trelawney, the Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt was given a remarkable reading. Now only three weeks later the Prophecy he was told by Miss Trelawney is already coming true! We caught up with the popular Minister of Magic in his office at the Ministry.
Just what was the prophecy he received that is sure to rock the foundation of the wizard world once again? With a proud stare, Kingsley replied to my question.
“It was a difficult time for all of those involved in the stand off at Hogwarts that fateful night when Voldemort was at long last defeated. Many good witches and wizards lost their lives on the grounds of that old school. The school itself was left in ruins. The proud old school was more than a landmark to the alumni that graduated from the prestigious institution. It symbolized all that we were and aspired to be. The news that Hogwarts was to be condemned weighed heavily on my heart. At the suggestion of the esteemed Harry Potter I went to see Sybil Trelawney in hopes that she could relieve the anguish I felt at having to build a new school for all young witches and Wizards as I watched the old and beloved Hogwarts chip and crumble.
While the new school is bigger and better and sure to be just as loved as Hogwarts was by its students, it bothered me to leave the old Hogwarts in such a state of disarray. That is where Sybil came in. I asked her what I should do with the crumbling Hogwarts and she replied with only one word…Rebuild. Why hadn’t this idea come to me on my own accord ,and how did it miraculously come to Miss Trelawney? It was staring me right in the face all the while! With just one word Sybil Trelawney killed two birds with one stone.
Since the war ended many of our young witches and wizards have had a difficult time coping and adjusting to a life without the constant threat of terror and rampant violence that Voldemort’s wrath incurred. It was as if they didn’t know what to do with themselves anymore.
Some didn’t learn a damn thing during the last two years they attended Hogwarts. It was always something…Death Eaters and Carrows ,Hidden Chambers..Flakey Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers and the death of Dumbledore himself. Many who graduated Hogwarts were not fit to work in a toilet yet we owed them our freedom so we honored them and sent hem off into the world with practically no skills or means of taking care of themselves. Even those who did benefit from an education the last two years Hogwarts was open were left feeling empty and worthless. Some started drinking large quantities of elf made wine and fire whiskey, while others played pranks at their offices blowing things up and just causing a royal mess for normal witches and wizards to have to clean up.
So what does this have to do with Sybil’s prophecy that I should rebuild Hogwarts?
Everything!
The Ministry along with funding from many benefactors such as the Malfoy’s and Zaibini’s and the Patil’s and the Browns and the Woods and the Potters are rebuilding Hogwarts. I am please to announce the reopening of Hogwarts in a week’s time. After talking to Harry Potter about the trouble with our youth we decided to open a college so that all those disturbed young war veterans could come back to Hogwarts and continue their education.
It is with great anticipation and pride that I announce the first ever Witches and Wizards College. Since the new school to replace Hogwarts was already built and again named Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we came up with a new name. It is my pleasure to announce our very first Witches and Wizards College. The Dumbledore Potter University of Witches and Wizards or DPU for short. Among our classes we will offer a variety of enrichment courses for those who are not the sharpest tools in the shed as well as advanced placement classes like:
Dragon Taming 101
Advanced Arithmancy 153
Diagon Alley Entrepeuers 143
Practical Potions for the Stay at Home Witch 101
The Finer Elements of Quidditch 101
Advanced Charms 151
Mixed House Marriages and How to Make them Work
Introduction to Becoming a Muggle Carnival Entertainer
Flying 101
So You Think You Want to Work at the Ministry?
Mandrake Farming
And much more! Classes begin next week! Optional Signups at The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade for all those interested. (All war veterans will be required to attend for a period of one year in order to relieve their posttraumatic stress disorder)
“Have you seen this Ginny?” Hermione said over a piping hot cup of tea. It was Saturday, the day Hermione and Ginny got together to swap stories and catch up.
“It’s a bit hard to read my copy of the Daily Prophet when you have been hogging it all morning ‘Mione.”
“Have a look at this!” Ginny snatched the paper from Hermione as she sat slouched in the wicker chair outside her flat.
“Holy shit Hermione that’s great! We get to go to back to school. Thank Merlin too I was about to get fired from that ruddy job I took at the Ministry. I actually got yelled at last week because I let a pixie go in my coworkers office. What’s the big deal, ya know? After fighting Voldemort what’s the big deal letting one little pixie go? He even had a gimp so it wasn’t as if he was hard to catch. Pansy is such a bitch I swear.”
“Yes, well I think you just made the Minister’s point Ginny. While one pixie doesn’t seem too outrageous to me I can see the point of your boss. You are meant to be working when you are there not getting back at coworkers.”
“I caught Pansy in her Office with my boyfriend’s dick in her mouth. So you tell me if one gimpy pixie was so bad.”
“I suppose not. She really had his thing in her mouth?” Hermione cleared her throat as if saying the word was just as bad as saying You Know Who’s name.
“Uhhh, yeah! He was sitting on her desk while her head bobbed up and down over his cock.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Ginny,” Hermione said reaching across the table to squeeze Ginny’s hand.
“I’m not. It wasn’t anything to brag about,” Ginny said shoving a crumpet into her mouth and licking the crème from the corner of her mouth.
“Exactly what wasn’t anything to brag about?” Hermione said confused.
“The sex Hermione! What did you think I meant?” Ginny laughed and Hermione blushed.
“Oh my god say it isn’t so! Are you a virgin still Hermione?”
“Don’t be silly. Me a virgin? Ridiculous,” Hermione said nervously.
“You are! Don’t worry its not as if I’m going to head down to the Daily Prophet and spill the beans. I’m just surprised. I thought you and Ron bit the bullet a long time ago on that front.”
“Can we change the subject? So you are looking forward to this news that the Ministry has opened a college?”
“Yeah, of course aren’t you?”
“I have a good job at the Ministry and I’m settled in my life now. I don’t see the need I guess.”
“You sit there and tell me you are still a virgin yet you don’t see the need?”
“Merlin Hermione! Men! Being shacked up with so many hot men is the reason I’m going. I don’t care to be a spinster for the rest of my life.”
“Yeah I mean I suppose. It might be nice to see all our old Gryffindor friends again.”
“That’s the spirit! It’ll be better then Hogwarts. We are all older now.”
“Not that much older Ginny. It was only a few months ago that the war ended.”
“You don’t have to remind me. I lost a brother remember?”
“Oh Ginny please forgive me. I didn’t mean to bring that up. I know it’s been so difficult for you and your whole family.”
“Mostly for George, but his shop is doing well and with Ron there…well it’s been a comfort to the both of them.” Ginny paused sullenly and Hermione suddenly felt guilty for bringing that up. She hatched an idea to cheer Ginny up.
“So I guess we should go sign up right away! “
“Great idea Hermione. I’ll just grab my sweater.”
It was fall and the trees looked beautifully picturesque in the sleepy little town of Hogsmeade. Ginny and Hermione threw the door to the Three Broomsticks open and sauntered into the cozy tavern. They were surprised to find so many of their former peers crowded around a sign up sheet that was tacked to the wall in the tavern. Ginny immediately left Hermione standing alone in the corner when she saw Seamus Finnegan and Oliver Wood. Hermione shed her coat and fidgeted nervously smiling and waving to her fellow Gryffindors from her snug little corner.
“Why the discomfort Granger?” A tall lean man with flaxen hair said as he pulled up a chair at the table next to Hermione. Hermione’s expression sagged when she looked up to see Draco Malfoy smirking at her.
“Were you in Gryffindor Malfoy?”
“What the hell? You know I wasn’t Granger.” Hermione couldn’t help but notice that he lost the mudblood from her name. No doubt because the term had finally been outlawed by the Minister of Magic.
“I figured you must be.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because it takes great courage to show your face around here after everything that happened during the war.”
“Excuse me, I think I see Blaise.” Draco Malfoy sighed and left, swaggering over to the bulletin board across the room leaving Hermione feeling small and immature. She went over their exchanges in her head in an attempt o decipher exactly where it was that Draco had been disrespectful enough to her to warrant her biting comeback. After several minutes waiting in the corner for the line to die down in the front of the building she decided that she had probably just been rude to Malfoy for no real reason at all.
Ginny pointed and motioned to the door, mouthing to Hermione that she would wait for her outside as she followed Wood out the door of the Three Broomsticks. Only two people remained in line, Draco and Blaise as she meekly made her way to the front of the room holding her hat and gloves timidly in her hands. She was as quiet as a church mouse, hoping in earnest that Draco and Blaise would not notice her. Then she could read the bulletin alone without people pushing and shoving in her way. Hermione always read the fine print on anything she signed. Blaise exited and now only Draco stood in her way. He looked at the board then fumbled in his coat for something and then turned on his heels to leave.
Hermione stepped forward quill in hand but Draco had stopped short.
“Looks like I forgot my quill. Can I borrow yours?” Draco said pleasantly to Hermione.
Hermione handed him hers.
“Ladies first.”
She approached the bulletin board where the parchment was tacked. Putting her face close to the parchment in order to read the fine print she suddenly realized how ridiculous she looked with her nose to the board and she shot back up. She turned back to see Malfoy hiding a smile, pretending to be biting his nail, his head drooped low. Hermione signed her name quickly without reading a thing, scrawling her name right under Blaise’s and then quickly handing the quill to the waiting Draco Malfoy. When Draco approached he signed his name in rapid fashion and then started to say something to Hermione. Not wanting a confrontation, Hermione had already started out the door, intent on finding Ginny and getting the hell out of there. She turned when Malfoy started to speak.
“Were you going to say something?” Draco looked at the board again and then turned back to Hermione as if pondering his words.
“Just wanted to give you your quill back,” he said finally with a flashy smile. Hermione felt her cheeks flush as she turned and left the tavern, the cool breeze hitting her in the face as she sped out the door.
Draco ran his finger down the list of Slytherins who had signed the parchment. At the bottom,just above his own name was Hermione Grangers name. The heading above their names read.
Slytherin Dormitory Signup Sheet
Draco threw his head back and a wicked laugh resonated from the depths of belly.
“This year just got interesting!” he exclaimed as he flung the scarf made of the finest cashmere around his neck and buttoned his coat up. With a bounce in his step he too left the Three Broomsticks.
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Daily Prophet
During a fun filled afternoon having his tea leaves read by the Great Prophet and former Hogwarts Divination Teacher Sybil Trelawney, the Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt was given a remarkable reading. Now only three weeks later the Prophecy he was told by Miss Trelawney is already coming true! We caught up with the popular Minister of Magic in his office at the Ministry.
Just what was the prophecy he received that is sure to rock the foundation of the wizard world once again? With a proud stare, Kingsley replied to my question.
“It was a difficult time for all of those involved in the stand off at Hogwarts that fateful night when Voldemort was at long last defeated. Many good witches and wizards lost their lives on the grounds of that old school. The school itself was left in ruins. The proud old school was more than a landmark to the alumni that graduated from the prestigious institution. It symbolized all that we were and aspired to be. The news that Hogwarts was to be condemned weighed heavily on my heart. At the suggestion of the esteemed Harry Potter I went to see Sybil Trelawney in hopes that she could relieve the anguish I felt at having to build a new school for all young witches and Wizards as I watched the old and beloved Hogwarts chip and crumble.
While the new school is bigger and better and sure to be just as loved as Hogwarts was by its students, it bothered me to leave the old Hogwarts in such a state of disarray. That is where Sybil came in. I asked her what I should do with the crumbling Hogwarts and she replied with only one word…Rebuild. Why hadn’t this idea come to me on my own accord ,and how did it miraculously come to Miss Trelawney? It was staring me right in the face all the while! With just one word Sybil Trelawney killed two birds with one stone.
Since the war ended many of our young witches and wizards have had a difficult time coping and adjusting to a life without the constant threat of terror and rampant violence that Voldemort’s wrath incurred. It was as if they didn’t know what to do with themselves anymore.
Some didn’t learn a damn thing during the last two years they attended Hogwarts. It was always something…Death Eaters and Carrows ,Hidden Chambers..Flakey Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers and the death of Dumbledore himself. Many who graduated Hogwarts were not fit to work in a toilet yet we owed them our freedom so we honored them and sent hem off into the world with practically no skills or means of taking care of themselves. Even those who did benefit from an education the last two years Hogwarts was open were left feeling empty and worthless. Some started drinking large quantities of elf made wine and fire whiskey, while others played pranks at their offices blowing things up and just causing a royal mess for normal witches and wizards to have to clean up.
So what does this have to do with Sybil’s prophecy that I should rebuild Hogwarts?
Everything!
The Ministry along with funding from many benefactors such as the Malfoy’s and Zaibini’s and the Patil’s and the Browns and the Woods and the Potters are rebuilding Hogwarts. I am please to announce the reopening of Hogwarts in a week’s time. After talking to Harry Potter about the trouble with our youth we decided to open a college so that all those disturbed young war veterans could come back to Hogwarts and continue their education.
It is with great anticipation and pride that I announce the first ever Witches and Wizards College. Since the new school to replace Hogwarts was already built and again named Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we came up with a new name. It is my pleasure to announce our very first Witches and Wizards College. The Dumbledore Potter University of Witches and Wizards or DPU for short. Among our classes we will offer a variety of enrichment courses for those who are not the sharpest tools in the shed as well as advanced placement classes like:
Dragon Taming 101
Advanced Arithmancy 153
Diagon Alley Entrepeuers 143
Practical Potions for the Stay at Home Witch 101
The Finer Elements of Quidditch 101
Advanced Charms 151
Mixed House Marriages and How to Make them Work
Introduction to Becoming a Muggle Carnival Entertainer
Flying 101
So You Think You Want to Work at the Ministry?
Mandrake Farming
And much more! Classes begin next week! Optional Signups at The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade for all those interested. (All war veterans will be required to attend for a period of one year in order to relieve their posttraumatic stress disorder)
“Have you seen this Ginny?” Hermione said over a piping hot cup of tea. It was Saturday, the day Hermione and Ginny got together to swap stories and catch up.
“It’s a bit hard to read my copy of the Daily Prophet when you have been hogging it all morning ‘Mione.”
“Have a look at this!” Ginny snatched the paper from Hermione as she sat slouched in the wicker chair outside her flat.
“Holy shit Hermione that’s great! We get to go to back to school. Thank Merlin too I was about to get fired from that ruddy job I took at the Ministry. I actually got yelled at last week because I let a pixie go in my coworkers office. What’s the big deal, ya know? After fighting Voldemort what’s the big deal letting one little pixie go? He even had a gimp so it wasn’t as if he was hard to catch. Pansy is such a bitch I swear.”
“Yes, well I think you just made the Minister’s point Ginny. While one pixie doesn’t seem too outrageous to me I can see the point of your boss. You are meant to be working when you are there not getting back at coworkers.”
“I caught Pansy in her Office with my boyfriend’s dick in her mouth. So you tell me if one gimpy pixie was so bad.”
“I suppose not. She really had his thing in her mouth?” Hermione cleared her throat as if saying the word was just as bad as saying You Know Who’s name.
“Uhhh, yeah! He was sitting on her desk while her head bobbed up and down over his cock.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Ginny,” Hermione said reaching across the table to squeeze Ginny’s hand.
“I’m not. It wasn’t anything to brag about,” Ginny said shoving a crumpet into her mouth and licking the crème from the corner of her mouth.
“Exactly what wasn’t anything to brag about?” Hermione said confused.
“The sex Hermione! What did you think I meant?” Ginny laughed and Hermione blushed.
“Oh my god say it isn’t so! Are you a virgin still Hermione?”
“Don’t be silly. Me a virgin? Ridiculous,” Hermione said nervously.
“You are! Don’t worry its not as if I’m going to head down to the Daily Prophet and spill the beans. I’m just surprised. I thought you and Ron bit the bullet a long time ago on that front.”
“Can we change the subject? So you are looking forward to this news that the Ministry has opened a college?”
“Yeah, of course aren’t you?”
“I have a good job at the Ministry and I’m settled in my life now. I don’t see the need I guess.”
“You sit there and tell me you are still a virgin yet you don’t see the need?”
“Merlin Hermione! Men! Being shacked up with so many hot men is the reason I’m going. I don’t care to be a spinster for the rest of my life.”
“Yeah I mean I suppose. It might be nice to see all our old Gryffindor friends again.”
“That’s the spirit! It’ll be better then Hogwarts. We are all older now.”
“Not that much older Ginny. It was only a few months ago that the war ended.”
“You don’t have to remind me. I lost a brother remember?”
“Oh Ginny please forgive me. I didn’t mean to bring that up. I know it’s been so difficult for you and your whole family.”
“Mostly for George, but his shop is doing well and with Ron there…well it’s been a comfort to the both of them.” Ginny paused sullenly and Hermione suddenly felt guilty for bringing that up. She hatched an idea to cheer Ginny up.
“So I guess we should go sign up right away! “
“Great idea Hermione. I’ll just grab my sweater.”
It was fall and the trees looked beautifully picturesque in the sleepy little town of Hogsmeade. Ginny and Hermione threw the door to the Three Broomsticks open and sauntered into the cozy tavern. They were surprised to find so many of their former peers crowded around a sign up sheet that was tacked to the wall in the tavern. Ginny immediately left Hermione standing alone in the corner when she saw Seamus Finnegan and Oliver Wood. Hermione shed her coat and fidgeted nervously smiling and waving to her fellow Gryffindors from her snug little corner.
“Why the discomfort Granger?” A tall lean man with flaxen hair said as he pulled up a chair at the table next to Hermione. Hermione’s expression sagged when she looked up to see Draco Malfoy smirking at her.
“Were you in Gryffindor Malfoy?”
“What the hell? You know I wasn’t Granger.” Hermione couldn’t help but notice that he lost the mudblood from her name. No doubt because the term had finally been outlawed by the Minister of Magic.
“I figured you must be.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because it takes great courage to show your face around here after everything that happened during the war.”
“Excuse me, I think I see Blaise.” Draco Malfoy sighed and left, swaggering over to the bulletin board across the room leaving Hermione feeling small and immature. She went over their exchanges in her head in an attempt o decipher exactly where it was that Draco had been disrespectful enough to her to warrant her biting comeback. After several minutes waiting in the corner for the line to die down in the front of the building she decided that she had probably just been rude to Malfoy for no real reason at all.
Ginny pointed and motioned to the door, mouthing to Hermione that she would wait for her outside as she followed Wood out the door of the Three Broomsticks. Only two people remained in line, Draco and Blaise as she meekly made her way to the front of the room holding her hat and gloves timidly in her hands. She was as quiet as a church mouse, hoping in earnest that Draco and Blaise would not notice her. Then she could read the bulletin alone without people pushing and shoving in her way. Hermione always read the fine print on anything she signed. Blaise exited and now only Draco stood in her way. He looked at the board then fumbled in his coat for something and then turned on his heels to leave.
Hermione stepped forward quill in hand but Draco had stopped short.
“Looks like I forgot my quill. Can I borrow yours?” Draco said pleasantly to Hermione.
Hermione handed him hers.
“Ladies first.”
She approached the bulletin board where the parchment was tacked. Putting her face close to the parchment in order to read the fine print she suddenly realized how ridiculous she looked with her nose to the board and she shot back up. She turned back to see Malfoy hiding a smile, pretending to be biting his nail, his head drooped low. Hermione signed her name quickly without reading a thing, scrawling her name right under Blaise’s and then quickly handing the quill to the waiting Draco Malfoy. When Draco approached he signed his name in rapid fashion and then started to say something to Hermione. Not wanting a confrontation, Hermione had already started out the door, intent on finding Ginny and getting the hell out of there. She turned when Malfoy started to speak.
“Were you going to say something?” Draco looked at the board again and then turned back to Hermione as if pondering his words.
“Just wanted to give you your quill back,” he said finally with a flashy smile. Hermione felt her cheeks flush as she turned and left the tavern, the cool breeze hitting her in the face as she sped out the door.
Draco ran his finger down the list of Slytherins who had signed the parchment. At the bottom,just above his own name was Hermione Grangers name. The heading above their names read.
Slytherin Dormitory Signup Sheet
Draco threw his head back and a wicked laugh resonated from the depths of belly.
“This year just got interesting!” he exclaimed as he flung the scarf made of the finest cashmere around his neck and buttoned his coat up. With a bounce in his step he too left the Three Broomsticks.
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