Potions and Parchment Match

“Well I don’t know where they are!” Jane said in exasperation.

“Mum, we don’t even know that Draco is with him. For all we know he had already gone back to the school.”

“I’m sure that they must be together. American football is on right now via the satellite, and you know how your dad is about watching football.”

Hermione nodded her head in agreement. “You might have a point there.” Every since they had taken their family vacation to America several years ago her father had become obsessed with football and karaoke. She loved the karaoke, but would be happy never to have to watch another football game. It rated right up there with Quidditch.

“I did find these though. Your Draco is very generous,” Jane said handing her daughter the marriage settlement.

Hermione took the legal documents from her mother and read them. “Wow!” she whispered. “I knew that he was well off, but I hadn’t realized quite how well off.”

“I always wanted you to marry well, but this really is marrying well, Hermione!” Jane said with a grin. To have her daughter in love with her fiancé was more than she could have asked out of this mess, but for him to be as rich as he was was a fantastic thing.

Hermione stared down at the documents. She had never expected Draco to do all of this. It was too much and she would be speaking with him about it. She knew that purebloods gave generous settlements to bride, but she was not a pureblood and this money did not belong to her. “Mum, do you want to go have nachos and sing karaoke?” she needed to get out of the house and she didn’t want to go back to the castle and face Draco yet. She needed to figure out a way to deal with this without rocking the boat.

Jane could tell her daughter was not pleased and knew that she wanted a distraction. “I would love some nachos. Do you want to go to that karaoke pub that your father likes?”

Hermione nodded. “Let me change my clothes first, and I’ll be ready to go.”

Jane watched her daughter leave the room lost in though. She knew how stubborn her offspring could be and she hoped that she didn’t ruin things with Draco over it. She knew that either way they would be compelled to marry, but it was up to Hermione whether or not they made a go of their marriage. She knew that Draco was proud and she doubted that he would take his generosity thrown back in his face very easily.

“Neville, how many people do you have on your guest list for the wedding?” Romilda asked him.

Startled, he looked up from the thick Herbology tome that he was studying. “Uh, I don’t know, why?” he said distractedly. He had a test tomorrow and didn’t want to take time away from studying to answer wedding questions. She hadn’t left him alone about the wedding in three days.

“My mum is going to finalize the caterers and the guest list tomorrow. The wedding is only four weeks away,” she said with a frown. “Neville, have you even started a guest list?”

Neville flushed. He had sent an owl to his grandmother asking her to make a list and when it came back he was going to add to it. When it arrived with his grandmothers suggestions he had shoved it into his book bag and never gave it another thought. He bent down and pulled his bag on his lap, rummaging through it until he found the yellow parchment that his grandmother was fond of using. “I have a few more names to add, give me a second and I’ll have it finished for you,” he said hastily scribbling.

She stood hovering above him with her hands on her hips impatiently waiting. She was surprised that he had even started a list. She knew that he wasn’t happy with the match and he had already told her he would rather live as a squib than fight with her. She had spent a lot of time thinking about Neville. When some of her friends had found out about her match they had been jealous which had shocked her. She then stood back and took a good look at him. He really had become quite a handsome wizard. He was tall and dark with beautiful brown eyes. He had proven himself to be brave and strong in the war, and he had been friends with Harry Potter since their first year of school. She knew that there were not many people that Harry considered a true friend, they all swarmed him when he defeated the dark lord, but Neville was one of them.

Perhaps Neville wouldn’t be the embarrassment that she had originally thought he would. He was an only child and heir to the Longbottom fortune. Nobody was quite sure how large it was, but it was rumored to be immense. “Neville, are you going to give me a betrothal ring?” she asked. Her friends all got family betrothal rings but he hadn’t given her one.

“My mum still wears the Longbottom betrothal ring. I thought we could look for something new for you,” he said. He didn’t want to try and retrieve the ring from his Mum. She had worn that ring most of her life and she seemed to like it. When he went to visit her she was always spinning it around her finger.

“Won’t she give it to you? Usually the family ring goes to the next bride,” she said.

Neville’s face flushed in anger. “We will purchase a new one for you. This subject is not up for discussion,” he said thrusting the guest list at her, scooping up his books into his bag and storming out of the room without a backwards glance.

“What the hell was that all about?” she said softly to herself. She had never seen Neville blow up that way before.


Harry opened the message the owl delivered and grinned. Pansy had a surprise for him and he was to meet Millie outside of the great hall in thirty minutes for her to take him to her. He hoped he was in for a night like Ron had. He didn’t really want to be tied up and spanked, but he was up for another one of Pansy’s blowjobs. He quickly ran up to his dorm to take a quick shower and change his clothes. He grinned and said, “Don’t wait up for me guys,” and raced back out of the room amidst howls of laughter and lude comments.

He reached the entrance to the great hall about the same time as Millie. “Hi, Millie,” he said pleasantly.

She smiled in return. “Hello, Harry.”

“So where are we off to? What are you two plotting now?”

Millie grinned. “It’s a surprise and if I told you, Pansy would kill me.”

Harry grinned back. “Surprises are always fun,” he said.

Millie giggled. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one,” she said snickering.

Harry looked at her thoughtfully. “As much as Ron liked his surprise?”

She flushed scarlet and cried out, “Hey told you!”

“Do you think he would have kept that one to himself? You made his every dream come true!”

Millie turned an even brighter red. “I think I had better have a talk to him again,” she hissed in true Slytherin form.

Harry threw his head back and laughed. “Try spanking him, that would be a fitting punishment!”

“Harry Potter, if you dare repeat any of this, I swear to the God’s I will hex your so badly your descendents will feel it!”

Harry put his arm around her shoulder and smiled. “Your secrets are safe with me, Millie. It’s Ron you need to keep quiet!”

She shrugged his arm off of her and said, “Come on!”

Harry followed her as she marched off towards the dungeons muttering to herself about big mouthed red headed weasels. He knew that Ron was dead when she got a hold of him and he was highly entertained by the thought.

He continued to follow her for several minutes until they came to stand outside of a portrait of the Black Lake. He watched as she whispered a word to it and it then swung open. “This is an old head’s dorm that is no longer used. You should find Pansy inside. Have fun!” she said backing away.

“Millie,” he said stopping her. “I’m sorry for teasing you. Ron really only told me and our dorm mates. I don’t think that he would tell anyone else. We have an unwritten rule to share anything sexual with each other. If it helps any, you made his year,” he said softly.

She looked into his eyes judging him for his honesty and then nodded. “Thanks, Harry.”

“Don’t hurt him to badly, you’ll ruin your wedding night!” he said walking into the room and swinging the portrait shut behind him. He jumped back when the portrait disappeared completely, leaving a brick wall behind him.

“Now, I finally have you alone,” he heard Pansy whisper seductively.

He spun around to see her standing in front of him completely naked except for his betrothal ring. “Divesto!” she said flicking her wand at him. He too, was naked.

The room was lit with just candles and a fire was blazing in the fireplace. On the floor in front of it were several large pillows and thick blankets. Next to it was a bucket of ice with a bottle sticking out of it. He turned back and looked at Pansy and gulped. She was a vision. Her long dark hair was flowing softly over her shoulders and down her back. Her breasts were high and firm with pert nipples that he ached to take into his mouth. Her narrow waist flared into her hips and then they thinned back down to her plush thighs. Between her thighs was a small amount of dark hair to cover the area that Harry really wanted to see.

“You are stunning,” he whispered walking towards her.

“You make my mouth water in anticipation,” she purred wrapping herself around him.

“You make me hard with wanting you,” he groaned pushing his throbbing erection against her.

“Then take me, Harry,” she whispered pulling his mouth down for a hot wet kiss.

He picked her up into his strong arms and carried her to their makeshift bed on the floor. He gently lowered her down and crushed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. He pulled away and went for her pert nipple that had been driving him crazy since he walked in the door. He took it fully into his mouth and gently bit it as he firmly squeezed her breast. He trailed a wet kiss across her as he went to the other to give it equal attention. He felt her squirm in delight below him and he licked a slow wet trail back to her mouth and then to her neck where he gently bit the soft spot above her collar bone.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled him back up to her mouth where she kissed him with all the pent of passion she had been storing for the last couple of weeks. She thrust her pelvis against his, grinding her body against him. She needed to feel him and didn’t want the foreplay. “Harry, now!” she demanded.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Our first time together is not going to be rushed. I have spent the past two weeks dreaming of this moment, and I won’t be denied, Pansy,” he growled as he lowered his head back down to her nipples. He bit one and then the other and slowly kissed down her belly to the juncture between them.

She could feel the dampness pooling between her legs. His words sent shivers of desire racing through her blood. She liked it when Harry was aggressive and in control. She wanted to feel his cock ramming into her while screaming out her name. She felt his hand gently cup her wet womanhood and then she nearly screamed out when she felt his finger enter her slick passage. She needed him so desperately. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this kind of desire for anyone before.

Harry grinned when he saw the expression on her face. She was slick and ready for him but he would make her wait. Anticipation was half the fun and when he finally took her he wanted to feel her muscles clench tightly around his throbbing cock as he pounded into her over and over. He wanted to make her scream his name as he poured his hot seed deep into her willing body.

He bent his head down and lapped up her wetness. Her smell and taste was intoxicating. He flicked his tongue over her engorged clit, removed his finger and then thrust his tongue into her hot passage. He licked and sucked and she bucked her hips and moaned his name. He could feel her climax fast approaching and he inserted his finger into her as she quickly approached her climax. When he felt her body begin to tremble he inserted another finger into her dripping vagina and lapped at her glistening clit as she climaxed.

“Harry! Oh god’s, Harry!” she screamed. “Harder, please, harder!” she cried.

Harry inserted yet another finger inside her willing body and thrust his hand harder against her as he continued to suck on her clit. He could feel her body shudder and convulse around him. His own erection was weeping and he needed her now. He kneeled in front of her and bent down to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth.

She could taste herself on his lip and tongue and reveled in the flavor. She liked the way she tasted from his lips and wanted more. She licked her tongue around his lips and then took his tongue deep into his mouth sucking on it, mimicking what he had just moments before done to her clit. “Fuck me, Harry, fuck me now!” she demanded thrusting her body up against him.

Harry smirked. He wanted to be inside of her desperately, but he knew how much she wanted him and he wanted to tease her longer. He pulled her to a sitting position beneath where he kneeled and shoved his hard cock towards her face. “Suck my cock, Pansy.”

She grinned. If there was one thing that she could do well, it was give head. She took him deep into his mouth and swallowed and then moved her head up and down on him. She reached her hand down to wear his balls swung and gently folder her hand around them. She took him deeper into her mouth and down her throat when she heard him groan in ecstasy. She tightened the suction around his cock and bobbed her head faster. She could feel the veins on the side of his erection begin to throb and she knew that he was close.

She pulled back and pushed him so that he was lying on his back. His green eyes were dark with desire as he watched her and she smiled. “Now, I will have my way,” she said. She crawled up him and kneeled above him. “I want you, Harry, and I want you now,” she said.

“Then take me, Pansy, take me now!” he demanded.

She lowered her sopping wet body over his thick erection and almost instantly came again when he was seated fully inside of her. She moved up and down twice and then was screaming his name yet again.

He felt her body pulsate and squeeze around him and then heard her scream. He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her body as she came down upon him. He thrust in and out of her several times and then felt his imminent release. He felt his hot seed release deep into her womb and moaned out her name as her muscles clamped tightly around him milking out every last drop of cum from him.

He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily. He could feel her heart race beneath him and knew that she was no more capable of words than he was. He rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. He gently kissed her lips and then closed his eyes.

“Oh my god, Mum, look!” Hermione said pointing at the small stage.

Jane had followed Hermione into the door and looked down the darkened room to the dimly lit stage. There on the stage was her husband and her future son-in-law singing, “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me,”. “Oh dear lord,” she said in shock.

“What are they doing?” Hermione gasped.

“Oh dear lord,” Jane said again.

Hermione stared in stunned silence at her father and Draco dancing and singing a raunchy song together on the stage. She had no idea that either of them even knew that song. She could hear Draco’s voice above her father when he sang, “don’t you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?” “Mum,” she whispered in embarrassment as her face flamed bright red.

Jane took her daughter and led her to a booth across the room from where the two of them stood on the stage singing. She couldn’t believe that they were up there together singing such a ghastly song. “Sit, Hermione. I’ll get us a drink.”

“Something with alcohol in it, Mum.”

Jane nodded and then muttered to herself, “and doubles at that!”

Draco and Ted were having a great time. Even thought the pub was crowded, there were very few singers up. They had been able to pick and choose their songs since they arrived and had very little wait time in between sets. Draco had been surprised at how many of the Muggle songs that they both knew. He never would have imagined that Ted would know this one, but as they both went to put the same song up they agreed to sing it together. Draco decided that he loved karaoke, and the first opportunity that he had he would purchase the best system that money could buy with every song ever published.

When the song ended they stumbled back to their table and had another shot of whiskey. Ted had ordered nachos and Draco decided that Muggle food wasn’t so bad. He liked the spicy green things that were mixed with the cheese. Ted had told him several times what they were called but his liquor-befuddled mind couldn’t quite grasp the name.

A few minutes later the KJ announced that there was a new singer in the house. Draco reverently prayed that whoever it was could sing because he quickly realized that alcohol made people who couldn’t really sing think that they could.

The music to a seductive song that Draco had never heard of before begin to play and he heard Ted groan. “We’re in for it now,” he said.

Draco looked up onto the stage and was shocked to see Hermione standing there staring straight at him.

Full moon in the city and the night was young
I was hungry for love, I was hungry for fun
I was hunting you down and I was the bait
When I saw you there I didn’t mean to hesitate

This is the night
This is the night
This is the time
We’ve got to get it right

Draco, with his mouth gaping open watched his finance sing with her hot sultry voice. He knew that Ted said she could sing, but he never expected this. She was hot and sexy and completely different from the Hermione that he knew.

Touch me, touch me
I want to feel your body
Your heart beat next to mine
Touch me, touch me now

Quick as a flash you disappeared into the night
Did I hurt you boy? Didn’t I treat you right?
You made me feel so good, Made me feel myself
I’m alone & you’re with somebody else

Ted looked from his daughter, who stood singing a song she had no business singing while looking at Draco the way that she was doing to Draco, who looked as if he was about to race to the stage and shag her for all the world to watch. He felt as if he were intruding on the two of them having an intimate moment.

This is the night, yeah, This is the night
This is the time we’ve got to get it right

Touch me, touch me
I want to feel your body, Your heart beat next to mine
Touch me, touch me now
Touch me, touch me now
Touch me, touch me now

Hermione watched Draco as she sang. She could feel her body become aroused as she sang the sexy words to him. She knew by the look on his face that he was just holding on by a string and she would pay later.

Hot & cold emotions confusing my brain
I could not decide between pleasure & pain
Like a tramp in the night, I was begging you
To treat my body like you wanted to

Uh....
Uh, it’s begging for you

Draco stood up and knocked his chair over. He couldn’t stand to listen to another moan come from her lips as she sang the sexy song. She moved her body seductively to the music and begged for him to take her. He felt a hand grab his arm and hold him back and then felt a chair being thrust behind him again. He sat back down and continued to watch her with heated eyes.

Touch me, touch me
I want to feel your body
Your heart beat next to mine
’cos I want your body all the time

Touch me, touch me
I want to feel your body, Your heart beat next to mine

’cos I want your body all the time

Jane watched the byplay between the two of them and wondered if that sexy creature singing with the sultry voice on the stage could possibly be her little girl. She looked at her husband’s stunned expression and knew that neither of them were wanted here at this moment. She quietly walked over to him and whispered into his ear. He shook his head vehemently and refused to budge. She pressed herself against his back and whispered again.

He looked up onto the stage and then back to the gobsmacked young man sitting next to him and then stood. He had a pained expression on his face, but he followed his wife out the door.

Draco watched as she put her microphone down and walked towards his table. He pulled her close to him and crushed her lips with his. He pressed her towards the doorway and as soon as they cleared it he apparated them away. A moment later they were in his room at the Manor. “Now, you’re mine!” he said crushing her lips against his once more.

A/N:
Ok, I know that the samantha fox song dates me, but it just seemed perfect here...to anyone else who grew up in the 80's, you should know it! I was born in 1973 if you are interested.

A/N 2: By the way, the DIVESTO spell I stole from someone else. I read it in a fanfiction somewhere, and I am sorry to say I don't remember which story, possibly Ms Figg?? Anyway, I will gladly give credit to whoever it was if you let me know...I read so much fanfiction, I am not sure what is fanfiction and what is cannon anymore!