Potions and Parchment Match

“All the guys got together and decided that we should have one big stag party,” Draco said. Hermione was sitting at the table next to him studying for her final test in transfiguration before the holiday break.

“That’s nice,” she murmured.

Draco frowned. He could tell that she wasn’t listening to him. “Potter is going to hire strippers,” he said.

“Sounds like fun,” she said, flipping the page and continuing on with her reading.

“He’s getting one for each of us so that we can all have a last get off before we’re tied down,” he said watching her face.

“Nice,” she said, still not paying any attention.

“I suspect we’ll all get great blow-jobs as well,” he tried.

“Hmmm,” she said.

“I hope I get a blond with big tits that I can come all over,” he said with a frown. It drove him nuts to be ignored.

Hermione blinked and then looked up to Draco’s frowning face. “What?” she asked.

“I asked what you were studying, dear,” he said with a smile.

She scowled and said, “What did you just say?”

“Finally caught your attention did I?” he asked. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“Draco!” she cried. “I’m trying to study! I need to have a good grade on this test!” she said.

He laughed at this. “When don’t you get good grades, Hermione?”

“Did you really just say you wanted to come on some blonds breasts?”

Draco smirked. “Something like that. Since you’re to busy to see to my needs I thought that I should find someone else,” he said.

“Draco Malfoy!” she hissed. “You said that you would be faithful!”

“Only after we are married,” he said.

“Draco!” she cried hitting him on his arm.

“I was kidding, alright!” he said rubbing his arm. “We’re going to have a stag night with all the guys. I was trying to tell you about it but you weren’t listening.”

“I’m sorry. You’re not really going to have sex with a stranger are you?” she asked.

He smirked again. “Depends,” he said.

She raised her eyebrows in question. “On?” she asked.

“On whether or not you are going to get down on your knees and satisfy me right now,” he grinned.

“Here in the library?” she asked incredulously.

Draco looked around the room and smiled. There were a couple of first years across the room from them, but they wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing under the table. Nobody else was around. “Right now, baby,” he crooned.

Hermione looked behind her and then at the two first years across the room. She thought for a moment and then grinned. She set her quill down and then taking one more glance around the room, she lowered herself down onto her knees in front of him. She reached her hand up under his robe and unbuckled his belt and then his trousers. He lifted his hips up off the chair and she pulled his pants and boxers down.

Draco groaned when he felt he warm wetness cover his erect cock. He felt her tongue lick down one side of his cock and up the other. He felt her small hand circle his length and stroke him as she sucked on the head. Her soft lips sent chills down his spine and he moaned in pleasure at the exquisite torture that her talented mouth was giving to him.

Hermione smiled against him when she heard his groan and increased the pressure against his head. She continued to stroke his length with her hand as she sucked his swollen head. She reached down and cupped his shrunken sac and took him deep into her mouth until his head hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and heard him cry out again.

“God’s, Hermione, you don’t know what you do to me,” he moaned.

She squeezed his sac again and took him deeper down her throat, relaxing her muscles until he was fully embedded in her hot mouth. She felt the veins on his cock start to pulsate and she knew that he was getting close. In and out she pulled him into her mouth, deep throating him as she stroked him at the same time. A few seconds later she heard his muffled cry and felt his hot seed pour down her throat. She continued to suck as she swallowed, feeling him convulse and jerk.

“Hermione!” he gasped. He couldn’t believe that she had actually gotten down on her knees and sucked him off in the library! She gave the best head he had ever had and now all he wanted was to taste her and then burry his cock deep into her wet pussy. “Let’s go back to the dorm!” he said yanking his pants back up and fumbling with the fastenings.

Hermione wiped her lips on the hem of his robe and stood up with a grin. “I have to study, dear,” she said, primly sitting back down.

“Fuck that!” he said scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder.

“Draco! My books!” she exclaimed.

He ignored her and kept walking. He heard the giggles from the table of first years and he turned and said, “Gather up those books and take them to the Gryffindor tower with you,” and left through the door.

“Mr. Malfoy!” he heard and he swung around to see Headmistress McGonagall’s irate face. “This is inappropriate behavior for a head boy and girl! Let Miss Granger down at once!” she hissed.

Draco smiled and said, “She hurt her foot and I’m taking her back to the dorm to soak it in some ice.”

She looked at him with squinted eyes and said, “I was not born yesterday, Mr. Malfoy!”

Hermione suppressed a giggled and squirmed trying to get down. “Draco!”

He sighed and slid her down his body. She gently hit the floor and turned to smile at her favorite professor. “Sorry, Professor,” she said sincerely.

“I would suggest returning to the library and finishing your homework, Miss Granger. Perhaps Mr. Malfoy needs to cool off doing rounds in the dungeons this evening.”

“No!” he groaned. Damn! What a time for the nosy professor to show up.

“Now, Mr. Malfoy,” she said firmly.

“Yes, Professor,” he said and turned and walked away.

Hermione couldn’t help but giggle as she walked back to her table. She couldn’t wait until she returned to her dorm later that night.


“What do you mean she married Neville! But we were engaged!” Ron yelled. How dare she ditch him and marry Neville?

“The Minister of Magic himself married them yesterday afternoon,” Arthur told his son. He had given him the day to rest and recuperate after his ordeal as the Weasel before he brought it up.

“But that’s not right! She was mine!” he yelled again. She might have been a royal pain in the arse, but the sex had been good. He could live with her crappy attitude if she kept tying him up. He would have to talk to her about turning him into a weasel though.

“It’s done, Ron. She’s married to Neville now. It can’t be undone,” his father told him.

“But what about me? How selfish can they be! She turns me into a weasel and then marries one of my friends?”

“Ron, I think that we should talk about why she turned you into a weasel.”

“Because she is a bloody insane woman, that’s why!” he shouted.

Arthur looked at his son and saw a different side of him for the first time. He couldn’t believe that he and Molly had raised two such selfish sons’. First Percy, and now Ron. In some respects, Ron was even worse. He was not only selfish and self-centered; he was also childish and immature. “Are you sure that your behavior had nothing to do with it?” he asked.

“My behavior? I didn’t do anything. She just flew off the handle and turned me into a blood weasel! Who’s side are you on anyway, dad?” he demanded.

“I am always on your side, Ron. I just think that its time to start acting like a man. If you are old enough to get married and take on the responsibility of a wife and a family, you’re old enough to start taking accountability for your action.”

“Family? I don’t want any children yet! I just want a witch to take care of me. I want her to cook for me and clean my clothes, and I want to come home from work and shag her every night after she cleans the house,” he said belligerently. “You know, like Mum.”

Arthur looked at his son as if he had grown two heads. He didn’t know whether to laugh or hex him. If his mother heard him she would send him right back to wherever it was that he had been. “Ron, you can’t possibly believe that about your mother.”

“Well what else is a witch for besides cooking, cleaning, and shagging?” he asked.

Arthur shook his head. “What about companionship and friendship?”

“That’s why a bloke has his best mate,” he said.

“Your friends will marry and drift away from you. They’ll spend time with their wives and their children. You’ll find that they will have very little time for you anymore.”

“Harry won’t ditch me for some witch! We’ll always hang out and play Quidditch together,” he argued.

“I think that you’re wrong, Ron.”

“So now what do I do? If Millie is married who will I get?”

“They’re going to do another drawing unless you can come up with a wife on your own.” Arthur seriously doubted that anyone would be stupid enough to marry his obnoxious son.

“Well at least I got a bit of money out of the deal and a night of good sex,” he muttered. “I think I’ll get myself a new broom.”

Arthur gasped. “You and Millie already consummated your relationship?”

“Huh?” he asked. He had no idea what his father just asked.

“Sex, Ronald! Did you and Millie have sex?” he asked in disgust.

Ron grinned. “Yeah, she tied me up. It was bloody fantastic!” he said grinning at his stunned father.

“Oh gods! Tell me you used a contraceptive spell?” he demanded. By the blank look on his son’s face, he could tell that he hadn’t. He prayed to the gods that his idiot of a son hadn’t gotten another man’s wife pregnant. Only time would tell.


“Its only seven days until our wedding, are you sure we have to wait?” Luna purred into George’s ear. She was sitting on his lap grinding her arse against his already throbbing member.

“Luna,” he growled. “Please, if you have any mercy at all, you would stop.”

She grinned at him. “I don’t have any mercy,” she whispered in his ear, darting her tongue around it.

“Please,” he hissed trying to maintain control.

She licked down the side of his neck and gently nibbled at the soft spot before his collarbone. “I would love to please you, dear,” she said with a smile.

George pushed her off his lap and stood. It was obvious that he was aroused as his pants formed a tent around his cock. “Your father and I are supposed to talk, Luna! He can’t see me like this!”

“I already do, my boy!” Xenophillius Lovegood said with a laugh.

George’s face turned the same color as his hair and he immediately sat down again. He glanced at Luna who smiled up at her father. “He won’t let me have my way until our wedding night,” she said.

“God’s, Luna!” George said, horrified at how candid she was with her father.

“Good boy you got there, girl!” he laughed. “A man should be able to control himself until his wedding night!”

“Yes, sir,” he said, horrified. He couldn’t believe that they were even discussing this.

“I must say, I hadn’t expected this of you. Luna tells me that she is to be a mother already. You have a young daughter? I can’t say that I’m not looking forward to grandchildren though,” he said with a dazed smile.

George closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He really hoped that Luna acted the way she did from living with her eccentric father and it wasn’t a genetic condition that he would pass on to his children. “Sir, I thought that we could discuss settlements?” he asked.

“Quite so, my boy! It’s all yours, everything I own! Luna is my only child and as her husband you will get it all! I plan to retire after the wedding. I am going to live with a band of snorf’s and study their ways,” he said with a genial smile.

George was stunned. “All of it sir?” he gulped.

“Right, my boy! The house, the newspaper, my money, the cottage by the sea, I won’t need any of it. I would like to keep my photographs and my tent. Perhaps I should keep a few galleons as well, but all rest to you!”

“But where will you live? How will you live?” George demanded. The man was truly insane.

“I plan to travel to Africa and live in my tent. I shall have a wonderful time! I suppose I’ll have to come back and visit once in awhile, you’ll let me stay her then won’t you?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course,” George said. “You can visit whenever you like.”

“Good, good! I’ve already started packing. Luna’s already prepared a room for my granddaughter and she has the key to the vault. You’ll get it on your wedding day. Do you know anything about running a newspaper? I’d like to send you articles to be published.”

“Alright,” George said. He didn’t know a thing about running a paper, and had no interest in doing so. “Sir, its really unnecessary for you to give me your paper. I already own a business,” he said.

“Yes, yes, but you have to share that one. This one will be all yours!”

George turned and looked at Luna who sat smiling serenely on the sofa next to him. “Luna, how do you feel about this?”

“I love the newspaper. We always print the truth, and tell the tales of the most interesting creatures,” she said with a smile.

“Perhaps you would like to run it?” he asked.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed. “I’ll be busy with Natalie and her brothers and sisters when they arrive,” she said.

George swallowed hard. “Mr. Lovegood, I’m afraid I will have to decline the offer of the newspaper. I really have no interest in running a paper,” he said.

“Call me Xeno! You’ll make a great editor! You’re an honest fellow, you’d have to be being a Weasley and a friend of Harry Potter. You’ll do fine!” he said patting the younger man on the shoulder.

“But I don’t want to do fine, I don’t want to do it at all!” he said.

Xenophillius looked down at his future son-in-law. “But its my life’s work!” he said.

“I realize that, and its something that you should be proud of. However, I have no desire to run a paper. I am truly sorry.”

Xenophillius sat down on the couch and stared at the wall ahead of him. He was quiet for several moments and then he said, “Perhaps I could hire an editor to take it over, that way Luna and my grandchildren will still have the profits from it.”

“That is a lovely idea!” Luna said. She didn’t want George and her father to have a falling out over the paper. She knew that Joker George would never be happy in a stuffy newspaper office.

Xeno smiled at his daughter, all of the sudden happy again. “Then it’s settled! We’ll hire someone to take it over! Now, come children, lets have dinner! Luna has made the most marvelous soup!” he said standing up and grinning.

“You can cook?” George asked.

Luna smiled. “Not really. But it makes father happy to think so,” she said following him into the kitchen.

“The school has been informed of your marriage, and your room is ready for you,” Professor McGonagall told them. “Ron is not back to school yet, I expect him anytime. Miss Vain is in the tower and from what I understand, is very upset by your marriage.”

Neville and Millie stood in the Headmistress’ office holding hands and listening as she spoke. They turned and looked at each other wondering what would happen next.

“I would suggest retiring to your room for the night, and staying clear of the tower.”

“Yes, Professor,” Neville said.

“You will have to speak with Miss Vain and Mr. Weasley at some point, but it would be best to avoid them as long as possible. I am sure that Mr. Weasley will forget this in a few days, but I am afraid that Miss Vain will have a long memory.”

Millie blanched. She did not relish the idea of speaking with either one of them. “Where are our rooms located?” she asked.

“I decided that it would to your best interest to keep you as far away from the tower as possible so you are on the other side of the castle, close to the astrology tower.”

Both of them let out a sigh of relief. Neither one of them wanted to come into any contact with the other two. “Thank you, Professor,” Neville said.

“Millie, I hate to ask you this, but the Weasley’s have expressed a concern that you could possibly be carrying Ron’s child?” Both Millie and the Headmistress were completely horrified at the turn in conversation. “Is it possible?”

Millie turned bright red and felt Neville squeeze her hand. She shook her head and said, “No, Professor, its not possible.”

“Well then, if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your new room,” she said quickly walking towards the door. “Hurry now, its almost past curfew,” she said.

Millie and Neville quickly followed her down the stair and across the hallway to another set of stair. They went up several flights and down another hallway until they finally stopped in front of a picture of a Victorian lady sitting on a couch with a cup of tea in her hand. “Your password is…”

“Betrayed? Or possibly cheater? Or how about lying slimy arses?” a high-pitched voice shrieked.

The three of them turned as one and looked into the rabid face of Romilda Vain.

“Miss Vain, return to the tower at once,” Professor McGonagall, hissed.

“NO! I have a right to tell that disgust piece of filth what I think of her for stealing my man from me! And I have the right to tell Neville what a horrible rotten no good betrayer her is as well!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she flung herself at him, claws out ready to scratch at him.

“Romilda!” he shouted backing up.

“No!” Millie yelled, reaching for her wand, but not before the headmistress stunned the irate young witch. She dropped to the floor in a heap.

“Oh god’s, Neville, are you alright?” Millie asked, throwing her arms around her husband.

“I’m fine,” he said staring at the witch who was almost his wife. “I don’t get it,” he said. “She couldn’t stand me,” he said.

“Some people only want what they can’t have, Mr. Longbottom,” Professor McGonagall said. She levitated the witch and said, “I will deal with Miss Vain. Please remain in your rooms for the night,” she said walking away.

“Professor, we don’t know our password!” Millie shouted.

“New Beginnings,” she said and quickly walked away.

Millie looked at her husband and said, “I hope so,” and they walked into their new room.


A/N: So, what do you think? The first wedding will be coming up in the next chapter, George and Luna, and then there will be Ginny and Blaise, and then Hermione and Draco, and then Harry and Pansy. I will have another matching where Ron gets his mate and Romilda will get her's and then I shall have another couple scene's with Neville's mother and then grandmother...