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Chapter Twenty-five
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Chapter Twenty-five
When Hermione found Harry in the Gryffindor common room, when he looked at her his face turned a blotchy red. She was barely able to hold back a chuckle even as she sat down next to him. They sat there like that, in silence as they both stared at the dying fire in the grate in front of them.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“For what?” she asked. “You can’t help the way you felt.” She took his hand, squeezing it gently. “It was very human of you. And if there is one thing we can both attest to it’s the fact that we are, if nothing else, utterly human.”
Smiling he took her into a hug. “Thank you, Hermione.”
“Enough of this,” she told him, pulling back. “So have you seen your new apartment yet?”
Harry’s face went hard and that told her all she needed to know.
Smiling she stood up and said, “You’re not going to make me have Luna drag you over, are you?”
“You’re Draco’s parole officer, not mine,” he muttered.
“That I am,” she replied getting up. “And frankly, I have more than my fair share to deal with at the moment without having to deal with your sourness.”
“Hermione…” he whined.
“Harry, you’re an adult. We both are. Which means, in short, I don’t have to put up with anything I don’t want to.” She leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Call when you really grow up.”
“Just stop!” Harry snapped. “Just because I won’t be cowed into what you want doesn’t mean I’m not a grown up!”
“No, the fact that you’re whining about your punishment does,” she replied. “You made a mistake, Harry. And as much as you don’t like hearing it, you have to take your lumps for it. I was trying to help you move, as I would have to all my friends that are moving into their new housing. If you don’t believe me, ask Neville or Luna or even Blaise—I’ve been helping them move when I could. And when I mentioned Luna dragging you there, I was teasing you, you ass.”
Harry’s face turned a dull red. “Oh.”
“You used to know how to laugh,” she murmured. “Even in the bad days you knew as much.” She studied him a moment. “Have you been going to therapy?”
“What? And be the center of attention yet again?” he scoffed.
She let out a long sigh, “Oh Harry.”
Hermione left the common room without another word to her friend, knowing if she tried, it would come off as a lecture. Before she knew it she was over at what would be Harry’s new apartment that he would be sharing with Draco. He let her into the apartment, proud of the set up that was there. It was decorated in contemporary furniture that clearly stated bachelor pad, which Draco very much was.
“Nice,” she murmured, sitting down in one of the overstuffed chairs. “I need help.”
“With?” he asked, sitting down across from her.
“Picking out a dress,” she told him. “I swear if I have to hear ‘Oh Merlin that’s so cute!’ one more bloody time someone will be hexed.”
Draco snickered at that. “It can’t be that bad.”
“They kept showing me all these pink dresses,” she whispered. “Not just pink, but a baby pink.”
He winced.
“One of the robes they showed me reminded me of Umbridge,” she muttered. “Cotton candy pink. Ugh!”
“Merlin,” he muttered. “Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean that I know high fashion.”
“Yes, you do, but it has nothing to do with you being gay. You would know it regardless, as you grew up knowing the finest of textiles,” she pointed out to which he could only give a reluctant nod. “But that’s beside the point. I was wondering if you could ask your mother to help me out. She has wonderful taste in clothing, but I don’t want to impose on her.”
“I’m sure she would be honored,” he murmured. “Why didn’t you go straight over to her and ask?”
“Because all my interactions with her up until this point haven’t been personal,” she told him. “I don’t know her, not really.”
He nodded slowly with understanding. “Would you want me to come along with you to go dress shopping as well?”
She smiled as she said in relief, “Yes, that would be great.”
Draco got up and sat next to her. “Tell me, was what I heard about them wanting my godfather to wear a red dress robe true?” When she nodded, he shuddered. “What were they thinking?”
“Don’t ask me,” she muttered. “I’m still wondering what they were thinking when they put me into a pink dress robe that resembled a muggle medicine I used to have to take as a child when I became ill.”
Putting his arm around her shoulders in a supportive gesture, he assured her, “Well, you have us now.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Something tells me that if I set another set of dress robes on fire they would have sent me to St. Mungos.”
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Mrs. Malfoy was delighted with the invitation to go shopping for Hermione’s engagement party dress. But before Hermione knew it not only was Draco going along with them, but also Lucius and Severus were as well. She resigned herself to this the moment Lucius pointed out to her that going dress shopping the last time had turned dangerous. But once they had arrived at the dress shop, Draco sat off to the side, as did Severus. Lucius took over the lounge with his lady wife at his side, looking far too relaxed.
“You need a man’s opinion,” Lucius said casually as he was all but sprawled out on the lounge next to his wife. “Isn’t that right, pet?”
Narcissa blushed prettily as she looked over to her husband, who was reaching out and tracing a small absent pattern on her shoulder. The woman’s blush deepened even further without a single word being said between them.
“I take it from this silent exchange that they made-up?” Hermione asked Severus, who nodded. “Does this mean that we now have our rooms to ourselves again?”
Severus looked from his witch who was currently being measured over to Lucius. Oh yes, he thought, they had more than made up.
“Why the rush to be rid of me?” Lucius asked Hermione.
“Because you got the rooms with the fireplace and I have plans for my wizard, that fireplace, a fake fur rug, and a bottle of olive oil.”
“I didn’t need to hear that,” Draco muttered.
“Olive oil?” Narcissa queried.
Hermione excused herself from the area she was being measured out and went over to the older witch. She whispered for a moment. Narcissa tilted her head a moment, thinking over what she was told.
“I prefer Astroglide for that,” Narcissa told her in a no nonsense voice.
“I really didn’t need to hear that!” Draco exclaimed.
“I didn’t say that,” Hermione muttered blushing. “I said…” And repeated what she had said in the first place.
“Oh.” Narcissa blushed hotly. “We have to try that too, Lucius.”
“I didn’t need to hear that either!”
“He does know that you have a sex life, right?” Hermione muttered. “Why do I get the feeling that he’s going to be plugging his ears any second and start singing?”
“Because he’s a child, love,” Severus pointed out to her as she got up. She walked over to him, kissing him on the forehead only to have him pull her into his lap. “What exactly did you say to Narcissa?”
Hermione laughed and was in the middle of telling him what she had said when she spotted someone outside of the large window of the shop, watching. What would he be doing there watching them? She even asked as much of her lover.
“Who?” Severus asked quietly.
“Goyle,” she breathed, but then things began to click into place. “Draco, come with me a moment, will you please?” She got up and went over to the dressing rooms that were in the back of the shop. She asked in a low whisper, “Are you involved with Goyle?”
“Greg? No,” he muttered. “He and Crabbe were a couple for ages though. Crabbe more out of the fact that he wanted to get laid than really being gay, but it was the real thing for Greg.”
“I was afraid of that,” she sighed.
“You think that he is doing all these things to you?” he asked. “But why?”
“I suspect at this point, but I don’t have a bit of proof,” she told him. “Where is his mother?”
“She killed herself to avoid prosecution,” Draco whispered.
“And his father?”
“The dark lord killed him early on in the war,” he told her. “Why?”
“Yes.” The curtains were ripped open by none other than Gregory Goyle himself, wand at the ready and pointed at the two of them. “Do tell.”
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Chapter Twenty-five
When Hermione found Harry in the Gryffindor common room, when he looked at her his face turned a blotchy red. She was barely able to hold back a chuckle even as she sat down next to him. They sat there like that, in silence as they both stared at the dying fire in the grate in front of them.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“For what?” she asked. “You can’t help the way you felt.” She took his hand, squeezing it gently. “It was very human of you. And if there is one thing we can both attest to it’s the fact that we are, if nothing else, utterly human.”
Smiling he took her into a hug. “Thank you, Hermione.”
“Enough of this,” she told him, pulling back. “So have you seen your new apartment yet?”
Harry’s face went hard and that told her all she needed to know.
Smiling she stood up and said, “You’re not going to make me have Luna drag you over, are you?”
“You’re Draco’s parole officer, not mine,” he muttered.
“That I am,” she replied getting up. “And frankly, I have more than my fair share to deal with at the moment without having to deal with your sourness.”
“Hermione…” he whined.
“Harry, you’re an adult. We both are. Which means, in short, I don’t have to put up with anything I don’t want to.” She leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Call when you really grow up.”
“Just stop!” Harry snapped. “Just because I won’t be cowed into what you want doesn’t mean I’m not a grown up!”
“No, the fact that you’re whining about your punishment does,” she replied. “You made a mistake, Harry. And as much as you don’t like hearing it, you have to take your lumps for it. I was trying to help you move, as I would have to all my friends that are moving into their new housing. If you don’t believe me, ask Neville or Luna or even Blaise—I’ve been helping them move when I could. And when I mentioned Luna dragging you there, I was teasing you, you ass.”
Harry’s face turned a dull red. “Oh.”
“You used to know how to laugh,” she murmured. “Even in the bad days you knew as much.” She studied him a moment. “Have you been going to therapy?”
“What? And be the center of attention yet again?” he scoffed.
She let out a long sigh, “Oh Harry.”
Hermione left the common room without another word to her friend, knowing if she tried, it would come off as a lecture. Before she knew it she was over at what would be Harry’s new apartment that he would be sharing with Draco. He let her into the apartment, proud of the set up that was there. It was decorated in contemporary furniture that clearly stated bachelor pad, which Draco very much was.
“Nice,” she murmured, sitting down in one of the overstuffed chairs. “I need help.”
“With?” he asked, sitting down across from her.
“Picking out a dress,” she told him. “I swear if I have to hear ‘Oh Merlin that’s so cute!’ one more bloody time someone will be hexed.”
Draco snickered at that. “It can’t be that bad.”
“They kept showing me all these pink dresses,” she whispered. “Not just pink, but a baby pink.”
He winced.
“One of the robes they showed me reminded me of Umbridge,” she muttered. “Cotton candy pink. Ugh!”
“Merlin,” he muttered. “Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean that I know high fashion.”
“Yes, you do, but it has nothing to do with you being gay. You would know it regardless, as you grew up knowing the finest of textiles,” she pointed out to which he could only give a reluctant nod. “But that’s beside the point. I was wondering if you could ask your mother to help me out. She has wonderful taste in clothing, but I don’t want to impose on her.”
“I’m sure she would be honored,” he murmured. “Why didn’t you go straight over to her and ask?”
“Because all my interactions with her up until this point haven’t been personal,” she told him. “I don’t know her, not really.”
He nodded slowly with understanding. “Would you want me to come along with you to go dress shopping as well?”
She smiled as she said in relief, “Yes, that would be great.”
Draco got up and sat next to her. “Tell me, was what I heard about them wanting my godfather to wear a red dress robe true?” When she nodded, he shuddered. “What were they thinking?”
“Don’t ask me,” she muttered. “I’m still wondering what they were thinking when they put me into a pink dress robe that resembled a muggle medicine I used to have to take as a child when I became ill.”
Putting his arm around her shoulders in a supportive gesture, he assured her, “Well, you have us now.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Something tells me that if I set another set of dress robes on fire they would have sent me to St. Mungos.”
***
Mrs. Malfoy was delighted with the invitation to go shopping for Hermione’s engagement party dress. But before Hermione knew it not only was Draco going along with them, but also Lucius and Severus were as well. She resigned herself to this the moment Lucius pointed out to her that going dress shopping the last time had turned dangerous. But once they had arrived at the dress shop, Draco sat off to the side, as did Severus. Lucius took over the lounge with his lady wife at his side, looking far too relaxed.
“You need a man’s opinion,” Lucius said casually as he was all but sprawled out on the lounge next to his wife. “Isn’t that right, pet?”
Narcissa blushed prettily as she looked over to her husband, who was reaching out and tracing a small absent pattern on her shoulder. The woman’s blush deepened even further without a single word being said between them.
“I take it from this silent exchange that they made-up?” Hermione asked Severus, who nodded. “Does this mean that we now have our rooms to ourselves again?”
Severus looked from his witch who was currently being measured over to Lucius. Oh yes, he thought, they had more than made up.
“Why the rush to be rid of me?” Lucius asked Hermione.
“Because you got the rooms with the fireplace and I have plans for my wizard, that fireplace, a fake fur rug, and a bottle of olive oil.”
“I didn’t need to hear that,” Draco muttered.
“Olive oil?” Narcissa queried.
Hermione excused herself from the area she was being measured out and went over to the older witch. She whispered for a moment. Narcissa tilted her head a moment, thinking over what she was told.
“I prefer Astroglide for that,” Narcissa told her in a no nonsense voice.
“I really didn’t need to hear that!” Draco exclaimed.
“I didn’t say that,” Hermione muttered blushing. “I said…” And repeated what she had said in the first place.
“Oh.” Narcissa blushed hotly. “We have to try that too, Lucius.”
“I didn’t need to hear that either!”
“He does know that you have a sex life, right?” Hermione muttered. “Why do I get the feeling that he’s going to be plugging his ears any second and start singing?”
“Because he’s a child, love,” Severus pointed out to her as she got up. She walked over to him, kissing him on the forehead only to have him pull her into his lap. “What exactly did you say to Narcissa?”
Hermione laughed and was in the middle of telling him what she had said when she spotted someone outside of the large window of the shop, watching. What would he be doing there watching them? She even asked as much of her lover.
“Who?” Severus asked quietly.
“Goyle,” she breathed, but then things began to click into place. “Draco, come with me a moment, will you please?” She got up and went over to the dressing rooms that were in the back of the shop. She asked in a low whisper, “Are you involved with Goyle?”
“Greg? No,” he muttered. “He and Crabbe were a couple for ages though. Crabbe more out of the fact that he wanted to get laid than really being gay, but it was the real thing for Greg.”
“I was afraid of that,” she sighed.
“You think that he is doing all these things to you?” he asked. “But why?”
“I suspect at this point, but I don’t have a bit of proof,” she told him. “Where is his mother?”
“She killed herself to avoid prosecution,” Draco whispered.
“And his father?”
“The dark lord killed him early on in the war,” he told her. “Why?”
“Yes.” The curtains were ripped open by none other than Gregory Goyle himself, wand at the ready and pointed at the two of them. “Do tell.”
***
GASP! Who saw that one coming? Okay, once again I must tell myself to put my own hand down.
Time for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last Sing-A-Long was "Love Plus One" by Haircut 100. Cookies go out to Tara. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "40,000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet) 40,000 men and women everyday (review happiness) Another 40,000 coming everyday (we can be like they are)" There you go! No hints today. Sorry. Everyone have a great day!