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Adult ++
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16
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28
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Section 16
Section 16:
The next few hours went by in something of a daze. When all the Death Eaters had dropped in pain from the melting of their Dark Marks, everyone fighting with the professors or with Dumbledore pretty much knew that the battle was over. Dumbledore tried to lead us all into the Great Hall for a celebratory breakfast, but Madam Pomfrey put her foot down, insisting that everyone go through the hospital wing to be checked for any traces of hexes before they were allowed to go to breakfast. I’ll admit, it was fun watching the tough-seeming Aurors balk as timidly as kittens when she glared at them and told them to show some *real* courage and drink their potions and for Merlin’s sake to stop squirming, or they’d do more damage to sore muscles and tender injuries.
I was starving by the time Draco and I were finally cleared to go down to breakfast. I was so hungry, in fact, that I was in the middle of scarfing down a huge pile of pancakes (shaped, supposedly, in the image of Harry Potter by the grateful and doting house elves, led by Dobby) before I noticed Hermione shyly edging her way over to our table.
I doubt she found my grin terribly charming, filled as it was with bits of Potter-shaped pancake, but it didn’t seem to scare her off as she seated herself timidly across next to Draco and across from me at the Slytherin table.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner,” she stated contritely. “I tried; honestly, I did; but everyone had so many questions, and I just couldn’t get away.”
“Of course they had questions!” I replied, once I had, momentarily, finished chewing and swallowing. “You’re a hero, every bit as much as Potter, in my opinion.”
Hermione blushed and fiddled with the silver service on the table. I mentally resolved to take on as my next task teaching Hermione how to take compliments. It occurred to me that we could *both* get some fun out of practicing while I praised every inch of her body naked in my bed. Or Draco’s bed. Or her bed in what rumor had it was a lovely Head Girl’s room. Yes, that would work quite nicely.
“I just wanted to come over here and say congratulations,” she stated, looking up and giving Draco a weak smile.
“Thanks,” he replied nonchalantly, polishing off another croissant with honey; his favorite. “What exactly are you congratulating me for?”
“What?” Hermione asked distractedly, obviously thrown from her track of thought by the sight of Draco licking the traces of honey off of his fingers. I grinned a bit. That sight had distracted me more times than I could count. The things that Draco could do with a bit of honey and that wicked tongue of his were positively sinful. Mentally, I added a pot of honey to my mental image of bedtime games with Draco and Hermione.
“I… I mean, congratulations to both of you,” she flashed a brief, pained smile in my direction as well, “on how well you took care of Lucius.” She turned to face me again and this smile was more sincere. “The Devil’s Snare spell was really brilliant, you know. I was very impressed.”
I grinned back at her. “All thanks to you, love. I was lucky to have such a good teacher.”
Her smile faded a bit as she turned slightly so she could direct her statements to Draco and to me at the same time.
“I know that this makes things easier for both of you, now that you no longer have to worry about Lucius. I’m sure it’ll be a relief to be able to be completely open about your relationship without having to worry about any repercussions. I wanted to congratulate you about that, too.”
“I wouldn’t say *no* repercussions,” Draco replied, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of scrambled egg. “Yes, Lucius is out of the way, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t *anyone* left who might make trouble about our relationship.”
Hermione’s frowned in confusion. “The two of you are heroes now, after what you’ve done. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if you ended up with an Order of Merlin, each. I can’t imagine who would give you any trouble now. Who’s left to get in the way?”
Draco snorted. “You don’t think your friends will have a thing or two to say about you getting involved with not just *one* Slytherin, but *two*?”
“Especially since one of the Slytherins is you, love,” I reminded Draco, who bunged a bit of egg at me for my pains.
“Yes, dearest; thank you *so* much for reminding me that Hermione’s friends loathe me as much as I despise them. It makes me feel so warm and *comfortable* knowing that the Boy Who Just Won’t Stop Living will be bumping me up to the top of his Must Die Soon and Painfully list.”
“But why? What? Involved with two Slytherins? You don’t mean you…”
Draco raised a single eyebrow. “Well, naturally I mean us. Are there any *other* Slytherins you’re involved with, darling? Because if so, I really feel you should let us know about them now. Honestly is very important in a relationship, they tell me.”
“Relationship?” Hermione repeated in a whisper.
“Yes, Granger, relationship. Four syllable word referring to an acknowledged connection between two or more persons.” He turned to look at me, frowning slightly. “Do you think we should send her back to Madam Pomfrey? She seems rather confused.”
Abandoning my plateful of food on the conviction that Hermione was more important than eating (especially since I had already had three servings of pancakes and wasn’t certain I could handle any more without running the risk of making myself sick), I crossed around to the other side of the table, seating myself next to Hermione to sandwich her between Draco and myself.
“Hermione, what is it?” I asked, taking hold of her hand. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t know you wanted a relationship with me,” she whispered, her voice sounding like she was nearly on the verge of tears. Gone was the confident, collected witch who had brought about Voldemort’s downfall just that morning, and in her place was a shy, nervous, painfully uncertain girl who was caught utterly off-guard by the unforeseen challenge of being loved.
“Hermione, last night, we showed you how much we wanted you to be with us.”
“I wasn’t going to hold you to it!” she protested. “I knew it was just one of those things.”
“One of those things?” Draco asked.
“Yes!” she replied, nodding emphatically. “One of those, we-might-all-die-in-the-morning-so-let’s-have-a-pleasant-time-of-it-tonight things.”
Draco and I exchanged a look over Hermione’s shoulder.
“Is that what you wanted it to be?” Draco asked quietly, a few moments later.
Hermione suddenly found her fingernails very interesting. “N-no,” she admitted. “But I didn’t want to ask for more than you were willing to give. Last night was… amazing… and even if that’s all that it was; just one night; I could never regret it.”
“It was amazing,” I agreed. “But it wasn’t just one night.”
“It wasn’t?” she asked, finally daring to look up.
“It was one of those all-the-nights-for-the-rest-of-our-lives-or-as-long-as-you’ll-have-us kind of things,” Draco elaborated. Suddenly he was the one who couldn’t quite seem to meet her eyes. “That is, if you want it to be.”
“Yes,” she answered quickly, almost cutting off his words in her eagerness to respond. “Not to interrupt,” she apologized politely, “but yes. Very much yes. A… lifetime of yes. Or as long as you’ll have me.”
I squeezed her hand gently, and noticed Draco taking hold of her other hand, repeating the action. She smiled softly, and squeezed both of our hands back.
“I’ve been thinking about your puzzle piece theory,” I stated conversationally, using my free hand to trace patterns over where our fingers were joined. “I think it makes a lot of sense. Especially if you think of a… three piece puzzle, where all three pieces have to lock together to be complete.”
“I think you’re right,” she replied quietly, sniffing a bit to hold back what looked suspiciously like tears swimming in her eyes. “And I also think I like three-piece puzzles quite a bit.”
“This talk of puzzles has reminded me,” Draco stated abruptly. “It’s Christmas morning.”
Hermione and I exchanged confused glances, trying to figure out what it was that Draco was getting at.
“Yes,” I answered slowly. “It is.”
Draco turned to Hermione and smiled brightly, looking endearing like a five year old with some of his hair flopping onto his forehead. “I’m ready for my present.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Oh! Right. Well, the gift I got you is up in my room, but I can get it for you after breakfa—”
“Not that present,” Draco interrupted. “My other present.”
When Hermione’s only response was to look at him in perplexed confusion, Draco decided to clear the matter up by leaning forward and claiming her mouth. She looked appropriately dazed and speechless when he finally pulled away and Draco smirked a bit in triumph before speaking.
“You’re my present,” he stated. “My Christmas present to keep. Just like I’m your Christmas present. And since I’ve always been a bit impatient when it comes to presents,” I snorted at that, and Draco stuck his tongue out at me. “Anyway, as I was *saying*, since I’ve always been just a *bit* impatient when it comes to presents, I think I’m ready to take this down to the dormitories so I can unwrap mine.
“Unwrap?” Hermione stated questioningly. Draco smirked and ran his eyes slowly and deliberately up and down her body. She immediately broke into a blush. “Right,” she said. “Unwrap.”
“You know,” I reminded her, “Draco and I are the only male Slytherins here for the rest of Christmas break. We could spend the rest of the day in our dormitory… unwrapping… our presents till the sun goes down, and no one would be any the wiser.
Hermione gulped audibly. “Merry Christmas to all,” she replied a few moments later. “And to all a good night.”
THE END
62. Name/Pen Name: Kyra
Pairing of the fic you want: D/Hr/B
Rating(s) of the fic you want: PG13-NC17
3 - 5 Things you want your gift to include:
1. Set at Hogwarts, 7th year, Christmas holidays. Most of the students have gone home, leaving only 2-3 dozen there. Among those present must be Draco and Hermione (duh), Blaise, Pansy, Harry and Ron.
2. There must be a close, \"almost-brothers\" bond between Draco and Blaise, such as exists between Harry and Ron. It can be written as a threesome, or a love triangle in which one of the loves is unrequited- that\'s your decision.
3. Over the holidays, the school comes under siege by Death Eaters. Either Draco or Blaise, or both, are expected by their families to assist the invaders from within the school. Whether they do so or not, and their motivations for their actions- again, your decision.
4. Despite the bleak situation they find themselves in, those within the school find means, somehow, to keep the Christmas spirit alive and even celebrate- how? Up to you.
5. This situation should allow for plenty of soul-searching, drama and angst!
What you don’t want your gift to include: Oh, the usual- a Hermione who\'s changed over the summer into a walking Barbie doll, or a Draco who\'s secretly loved her since first year and is suddenly spouting Shakespearean sonnets to her loveliness- let\'s keep things reasonably in character, at least to begin with; certainly a romance can progress here, that\'s the point, but I don\'t think Draco would ever be the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, no matter how intense his feelings are beneath the surface. I really don\'t know much about Blaise, so I\'m not going to make any demands on him at all. Um... no history of child abuse for either/any of the main characters, please. Happy ending. That\'s about it!
The next few hours went by in something of a daze. When all the Death Eaters had dropped in pain from the melting of their Dark Marks, everyone fighting with the professors or with Dumbledore pretty much knew that the battle was over. Dumbledore tried to lead us all into the Great Hall for a celebratory breakfast, but Madam Pomfrey put her foot down, insisting that everyone go through the hospital wing to be checked for any traces of hexes before they were allowed to go to breakfast. I’ll admit, it was fun watching the tough-seeming Aurors balk as timidly as kittens when she glared at them and told them to show some *real* courage and drink their potions and for Merlin’s sake to stop squirming, or they’d do more damage to sore muscles and tender injuries.
I was starving by the time Draco and I were finally cleared to go down to breakfast. I was so hungry, in fact, that I was in the middle of scarfing down a huge pile of pancakes (shaped, supposedly, in the image of Harry Potter by the grateful and doting house elves, led by Dobby) before I noticed Hermione shyly edging her way over to our table.
I doubt she found my grin terribly charming, filled as it was with bits of Potter-shaped pancake, but it didn’t seem to scare her off as she seated herself timidly across next to Draco and across from me at the Slytherin table.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner,” she stated contritely. “I tried; honestly, I did; but everyone had so many questions, and I just couldn’t get away.”
“Of course they had questions!” I replied, once I had, momentarily, finished chewing and swallowing. “You’re a hero, every bit as much as Potter, in my opinion.”
Hermione blushed and fiddled with the silver service on the table. I mentally resolved to take on as my next task teaching Hermione how to take compliments. It occurred to me that we could *both* get some fun out of practicing while I praised every inch of her body naked in my bed. Or Draco’s bed. Or her bed in what rumor had it was a lovely Head Girl’s room. Yes, that would work quite nicely.
“I just wanted to come over here and say congratulations,” she stated, looking up and giving Draco a weak smile.
“Thanks,” he replied nonchalantly, polishing off another croissant with honey; his favorite. “What exactly are you congratulating me for?”
“What?” Hermione asked distractedly, obviously thrown from her track of thought by the sight of Draco licking the traces of honey off of his fingers. I grinned a bit. That sight had distracted me more times than I could count. The things that Draco could do with a bit of honey and that wicked tongue of his were positively sinful. Mentally, I added a pot of honey to my mental image of bedtime games with Draco and Hermione.
“I… I mean, congratulations to both of you,” she flashed a brief, pained smile in my direction as well, “on how well you took care of Lucius.” She turned to face me again and this smile was more sincere. “The Devil’s Snare spell was really brilliant, you know. I was very impressed.”
I grinned back at her. “All thanks to you, love. I was lucky to have such a good teacher.”
Her smile faded a bit as she turned slightly so she could direct her statements to Draco and to me at the same time.
“I know that this makes things easier for both of you, now that you no longer have to worry about Lucius. I’m sure it’ll be a relief to be able to be completely open about your relationship without having to worry about any repercussions. I wanted to congratulate you about that, too.”
“I wouldn’t say *no* repercussions,” Draco replied, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of scrambled egg. “Yes, Lucius is out of the way, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t *anyone* left who might make trouble about our relationship.”
Hermione’s frowned in confusion. “The two of you are heroes now, after what you’ve done. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if you ended up with an Order of Merlin, each. I can’t imagine who would give you any trouble now. Who’s left to get in the way?”
Draco snorted. “You don’t think your friends will have a thing or two to say about you getting involved with not just *one* Slytherin, but *two*?”
“Especially since one of the Slytherins is you, love,” I reminded Draco, who bunged a bit of egg at me for my pains.
“Yes, dearest; thank you *so* much for reminding me that Hermione’s friends loathe me as much as I despise them. It makes me feel so warm and *comfortable* knowing that the Boy Who Just Won’t Stop Living will be bumping me up to the top of his Must Die Soon and Painfully list.”
“But why? What? Involved with two Slytherins? You don’t mean you…”
Draco raised a single eyebrow. “Well, naturally I mean us. Are there any *other* Slytherins you’re involved with, darling? Because if so, I really feel you should let us know about them now. Honestly is very important in a relationship, they tell me.”
“Relationship?” Hermione repeated in a whisper.
“Yes, Granger, relationship. Four syllable word referring to an acknowledged connection between two or more persons.” He turned to look at me, frowning slightly. “Do you think we should send her back to Madam Pomfrey? She seems rather confused.”
Abandoning my plateful of food on the conviction that Hermione was more important than eating (especially since I had already had three servings of pancakes and wasn’t certain I could handle any more without running the risk of making myself sick), I crossed around to the other side of the table, seating myself next to Hermione to sandwich her between Draco and myself.
“Hermione, what is it?” I asked, taking hold of her hand. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t know you wanted a relationship with me,” she whispered, her voice sounding like she was nearly on the verge of tears. Gone was the confident, collected witch who had brought about Voldemort’s downfall just that morning, and in her place was a shy, nervous, painfully uncertain girl who was caught utterly off-guard by the unforeseen challenge of being loved.
“Hermione, last night, we showed you how much we wanted you to be with us.”
“I wasn’t going to hold you to it!” she protested. “I knew it was just one of those things.”
“One of those things?” Draco asked.
“Yes!” she replied, nodding emphatically. “One of those, we-might-all-die-in-the-morning-so-let’s-have-a-pleasant-time-of-it-tonight things.”
Draco and I exchanged a look over Hermione’s shoulder.
“Is that what you wanted it to be?” Draco asked quietly, a few moments later.
Hermione suddenly found her fingernails very interesting. “N-no,” she admitted. “But I didn’t want to ask for more than you were willing to give. Last night was… amazing… and even if that’s all that it was; just one night; I could never regret it.”
“It was amazing,” I agreed. “But it wasn’t just one night.”
“It wasn’t?” she asked, finally daring to look up.
“It was one of those all-the-nights-for-the-rest-of-our-lives-or-as-long-as-you’ll-have-us kind of things,” Draco elaborated. Suddenly he was the one who couldn’t quite seem to meet her eyes. “That is, if you want it to be.”
“Yes,” she answered quickly, almost cutting off his words in her eagerness to respond. “Not to interrupt,” she apologized politely, “but yes. Very much yes. A… lifetime of yes. Or as long as you’ll have me.”
I squeezed her hand gently, and noticed Draco taking hold of her other hand, repeating the action. She smiled softly, and squeezed both of our hands back.
“I’ve been thinking about your puzzle piece theory,” I stated conversationally, using my free hand to trace patterns over where our fingers were joined. “I think it makes a lot of sense. Especially if you think of a… three piece puzzle, where all three pieces have to lock together to be complete.”
“I think you’re right,” she replied quietly, sniffing a bit to hold back what looked suspiciously like tears swimming in her eyes. “And I also think I like three-piece puzzles quite a bit.”
“This talk of puzzles has reminded me,” Draco stated abruptly. “It’s Christmas morning.”
Hermione and I exchanged confused glances, trying to figure out what it was that Draco was getting at.
“Yes,” I answered slowly. “It is.”
Draco turned to Hermione and smiled brightly, looking endearing like a five year old with some of his hair flopping onto his forehead. “I’m ready for my present.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Oh! Right. Well, the gift I got you is up in my room, but I can get it for you after breakfa—”
“Not that present,” Draco interrupted. “My other present.”
When Hermione’s only response was to look at him in perplexed confusion, Draco decided to clear the matter up by leaning forward and claiming her mouth. She looked appropriately dazed and speechless when he finally pulled away and Draco smirked a bit in triumph before speaking.
“You’re my present,” he stated. “My Christmas present to keep. Just like I’m your Christmas present. And since I’ve always been a bit impatient when it comes to presents,” I snorted at that, and Draco stuck his tongue out at me. “Anyway, as I was *saying*, since I’ve always been just a *bit* impatient when it comes to presents, I think I’m ready to take this down to the dormitories so I can unwrap mine.
“Unwrap?” Hermione stated questioningly. Draco smirked and ran his eyes slowly and deliberately up and down her body. She immediately broke into a blush. “Right,” she said. “Unwrap.”
“You know,” I reminded her, “Draco and I are the only male Slytherins here for the rest of Christmas break. We could spend the rest of the day in our dormitory… unwrapping… our presents till the sun goes down, and no one would be any the wiser.
Hermione gulped audibly. “Merry Christmas to all,” she replied a few moments later. “And to all a good night.”
THE END
62. Name/Pen Name: Kyra
Pairing of the fic you want: D/Hr/B
Rating(s) of the fic you want: PG13-NC17
3 - 5 Things you want your gift to include:
1. Set at Hogwarts, 7th year, Christmas holidays. Most of the students have gone home, leaving only 2-3 dozen there. Among those present must be Draco and Hermione (duh), Blaise, Pansy, Harry and Ron.
2. There must be a close, \"almost-brothers\" bond between Draco and Blaise, such as exists between Harry and Ron. It can be written as a threesome, or a love triangle in which one of the loves is unrequited- that\'s your decision.
3. Over the holidays, the school comes under siege by Death Eaters. Either Draco or Blaise, or both, are expected by their families to assist the invaders from within the school. Whether they do so or not, and their motivations for their actions- again, your decision.
4. Despite the bleak situation they find themselves in, those within the school find means, somehow, to keep the Christmas spirit alive and even celebrate- how? Up to you.
5. This situation should allow for plenty of soul-searching, drama and angst!
What you don’t want your gift to include: Oh, the usual- a Hermione who\'s changed over the summer into a walking Barbie doll, or a Draco who\'s secretly loved her since first year and is suddenly spouting Shakespearean sonnets to her loveliness- let\'s keep things reasonably in character, at least to begin with; certainly a romance can progress here, that\'s the point, but I don\'t think Draco would ever be the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, no matter how intense his feelings are beneath the surface. I really don\'t know much about Blaise, so I\'m not going to make any demands on him at all. Um... no history of child abuse for either/any of the main characters, please. Happy ending. That\'s about it!