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Chapter Twenty-one
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Chapter Twenty-one
Ron found Draco and his father playing wizard’s chess. They were both sipping on a drink and speaking in low tones. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat did they even bother to look over at him.
“Care to join us for a drink, Mr. Weasley?” Lucius asked him as formally as possible. “Draco, play the host if you will and pour your former classmate a drink.”
“If I must,” the younger blond said under his breath and went to it. Once he poured the drink he handed it over to Ron, inquiring, “No more memories today?”
“Apparently not,” he answered as he looked around. “Hey, have either of you seen Millicent Bulstrode around?”
“She went back home,” Draco informed the red head. “She wanted to get ready for returning to school to receive her NEWTs.”
Ron snorted. “I’m not. They offered all of them to Harry, Hermione, and I. I’ll be joining the auror training program when it starts up again this winter. Until then, I’ll be working with my twin brothers at their joke shop.”
“And pray tell, without your NEWTs what makes you qualified to be even excepted into the training program?” Lucius asked him. “From what I heard from several in your class, it was Hermione that kept your grades from becoming what they should have been in the first place.” Ron turned red looking at him. “What are you planning on doing? Make her become an auror as well to assure your success?”
Ron stood up and snarled, “I’m not going to be insulted by a couple of low life death eaters!”
“But we aren’t death eaters,” Draco reminded him. “We showed you as much. We’re all done trying to explain this to you yet again. Especially when you have no moral high ground to stand on.”
“What do you mean by that?” Ron demanded, sounding more and more like a whining child than a full grown wizard. So much so that both the other wizards flinched at the high note that the question ended on.
But just as Draco was about to answer him, Ron’s eyes rolled back into his head and he fell backward onto the ground out cold.
“Do you think he drank enough?” Draco asked his father.
“Considering you put the entire vial into the single drink even after you were told it was enough to put a large hippogriff to sleep?” his father responded dryly. “Do have him put away in that room we all spoke of. He can sleep it off there.”
“Why can’t we get the house elves to do it?”
Lucius looked over at his son, his eyes hard as he said, “Draco, I will tear off your balls myself if you insist on sounding like that Weasley again.”
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The next morning Harry found Hermione at the breakfast table in Snape’s lap as he was doing everything in his power to get her to eat. Her hair was a rat’s nest, as she lay listlessly in the potion master’s arms.
“Please,” she breathed. “No more food. I can’t eat.”
“Okay, somebody had better explain what is wrong with her!” Harry exclaimed.
“How lovely of you to start caring about her welfare at this late date, Potter,” Draco said as he walked over to the table. “Why it nearly brings a tear to my eye…”
“Don’t be an ass! Of course I care.” Frowning he asked, “When did Hermione and Snape get to be so close?”
“Close?” She stood up, propping herself up with the table. “Tell me, Harry, what would you think if I told you that Severus and I aren’t just ‘close’? That he and I are in fact soul mates?” She walked as far as she could go. Hermione watched him, as he in turn watched her barely able to stand and did so shakily. “Well?”
Looking her face over, he saw for the first time how sallow she looked as well as wane. He could tell just from the look in her eyes alone that it was pure willpower keeping her upright. “You’re sick…”
“Right,” she murmured. “I’m sick.” Standing up straighter, she looked him in his eyes and said, “I’m dying.” Shocked washed over Harry’s face. “I have been since the war six months ago. But I suppose you were too busy with your rather pathetic triad to notice.”
“Is there anything that can be done?” Harry asked quietly.
“Finish what I can, I suppose,” she answered plainly. “It’s all I can do.”
“There has to be a way…” But he got no further before she turned her back on him and went straight over to Severus. He took her back into his arms, hugging her tightly to himself.
Hermione whispered something to him. Snape looked over to Harry, saying, “The next memory will be ready shortly. She hopes you won’t mind if she isn’t there for that one.”
Harry shook his head no slowly, but then asked, “Where is Ron?”
“He left a note that he was going out to find some tail,” Rabastan said as he walked over. He handed the note to the younger wizard. “Why he decided to be picky at this point, I’ll never know.”
“And he isn’t back yet?” Harry inquired.
“Hush you,” Regulus told him. “As much as people may treat him like a brain dead zombie, we must remember that he is an adult brain dead zombie. For all we know he could have gone back to England on a hunt to find a more willing female or male. The boy’s history shows he’s not as picky as he ought to be.”
“That isn’t funny,” Harry muttered, even as he was trying to hold back a laugh. “I guess you’re right. He’ll come back here or go back home if and when he wants.”
“Now that’s my boy,” Rabastan told him. “Breakfast is in order and then we’ll send you on your way to see the memory.”
Wanting to be impulsive for a change, Harry said, “Perhaps we can take breakfast in bed?”
Sighing heavily, Rabastan said, “As lovely as that is, I’m afraid one of Regulus’s pet peeves is food being served in bed.” He rolled his eyes. “I accidently spill one little carafe of pumpkin juice and I didn’t hear the end of it for a month!” Crossing his arms over his chest, Rabastan declared, “I’m telling you, my boy, it is a fucking nightmare trying to romance that man at times.”
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Chapter Twenty-one
Ron found Draco and his father playing wizard’s chess. They were both sipping on a drink and speaking in low tones. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat did they even bother to look over at him.
“Care to join us for a drink, Mr. Weasley?” Lucius asked him as formally as possible. “Draco, play the host if you will and pour your former classmate a drink.”
“If I must,” the younger blond said under his breath and went to it. Once he poured the drink he handed it over to Ron, inquiring, “No more memories today?”
“Apparently not,” he answered as he looked around. “Hey, have either of you seen Millicent Bulstrode around?”
“She went back home,” Draco informed the red head. “She wanted to get ready for returning to school to receive her NEWTs.”
Ron snorted. “I’m not. They offered all of them to Harry, Hermione, and I. I’ll be joining the auror training program when it starts up again this winter. Until then, I’ll be working with my twin brothers at their joke shop.”
“And pray tell, without your NEWTs what makes you qualified to be even excepted into the training program?” Lucius asked him. “From what I heard from several in your class, it was Hermione that kept your grades from becoming what they should have been in the first place.” Ron turned red looking at him. “What are you planning on doing? Make her become an auror as well to assure your success?”
Ron stood up and snarled, “I’m not going to be insulted by a couple of low life death eaters!”
“But we aren’t death eaters,” Draco reminded him. “We showed you as much. We’re all done trying to explain this to you yet again. Especially when you have no moral high ground to stand on.”
“What do you mean by that?” Ron demanded, sounding more and more like a whining child than a full grown wizard. So much so that both the other wizards flinched at the high note that the question ended on.
But just as Draco was about to answer him, Ron’s eyes rolled back into his head and he fell backward onto the ground out cold.
“Do you think he drank enough?” Draco asked his father.
“Considering you put the entire vial into the single drink even after you were told it was enough to put a large hippogriff to sleep?” his father responded dryly. “Do have him put away in that room we all spoke of. He can sleep it off there.”
“Why can’t we get the house elves to do it?”
Lucius looked over at his son, his eyes hard as he said, “Draco, I will tear off your balls myself if you insist on sounding like that Weasley again.”
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The next morning Harry found Hermione at the breakfast table in Snape’s lap as he was doing everything in his power to get her to eat. Her hair was a rat’s nest, as she lay listlessly in the potion master’s arms.
“Please,” she breathed. “No more food. I can’t eat.”
“Okay, somebody had better explain what is wrong with her!” Harry exclaimed.
“How lovely of you to start caring about her welfare at this late date, Potter,” Draco said as he walked over to the table. “Why it nearly brings a tear to my eye…”
“Don’t be an ass! Of course I care.” Frowning he asked, “When did Hermione and Snape get to be so close?”
“Close?” She stood up, propping herself up with the table. “Tell me, Harry, what would you think if I told you that Severus and I aren’t just ‘close’? That he and I are in fact soul mates?” She walked as far as she could go. Hermione watched him, as he in turn watched her barely able to stand and did so shakily. “Well?”
Looking her face over, he saw for the first time how sallow she looked as well as wane. He could tell just from the look in her eyes alone that it was pure willpower keeping her upright. “You’re sick…”
“Right,” she murmured. “I’m sick.” Standing up straighter, she looked him in his eyes and said, “I’m dying.” Shocked washed over Harry’s face. “I have been since the war six months ago. But I suppose you were too busy with your rather pathetic triad to notice.”
“Is there anything that can be done?” Harry asked quietly.
“Finish what I can, I suppose,” she answered plainly. “It’s all I can do.”
“There has to be a way…” But he got no further before she turned her back on him and went straight over to Severus. He took her back into his arms, hugging her tightly to himself.
Hermione whispered something to him. Snape looked over to Harry, saying, “The next memory will be ready shortly. She hopes you won’t mind if she isn’t there for that one.”
Harry shook his head no slowly, but then asked, “Where is Ron?”
“He left a note that he was going out to find some tail,” Rabastan said as he walked over. He handed the note to the younger wizard. “Why he decided to be picky at this point, I’ll never know.”
“And he isn’t back yet?” Harry inquired.
“Hush you,” Regulus told him. “As much as people may treat him like a brain dead zombie, we must remember that he is an adult brain dead zombie. For all we know he could have gone back to England on a hunt to find a more willing female or male. The boy’s history shows he’s not as picky as he ought to be.”
“That isn’t funny,” Harry muttered, even as he was trying to hold back a laugh. “I guess you’re right. He’ll come back here or go back home if and when he wants.”
“Now that’s my boy,” Rabastan told him. “Breakfast is in order and then we’ll send you on your way to see the memory.”
Wanting to be impulsive for a change, Harry said, “Perhaps we can take breakfast in bed?”
Sighing heavily, Rabastan said, “As lovely as that is, I’m afraid one of Regulus’s pet peeves is food being served in bed.” He rolled his eyes. “I accidently spill one little carafe of pumpkin juice and I didn’t hear the end of it for a month!” Crossing his arms over his chest, Rabastan declared, “I’m telling you, my boy, it is a fucking nightmare trying to romance that man at times.”
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