Potions and Parchment Match

A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews and support! I know that it has been a long time since I updated. I go to school full-time and I was taking 15 credits for spring term and was swamped with homework. I am now free until late August so I plan on finishing this story up this summer. I actually had to go back and re-read the entire story because I had forgotten things…I didn’t realize that there were so many error! However, I am lazy, and I am not going to go back and fix them! Sorry! I think that I should again mention, that although this is listed under the Hermione/Draco listing, it is really about everyone, with them more often than the rest…I get bored with sticking to just one character and need to change it up a bit. If you don’t like this type of writing than I am sorry and perhaps you should find another story…I hope that you like this chapter…p.s. don’t forget to review!


Pansy, Hermione and Ginny watched with baited breath as Mrs. Weasley stood up and turned with fire smoldering from her eyes to again point her wand at the bystanders. Arthur had banished the transfigured apples and removed the glamour from Ron, at the same time helping him to cover himself from the wide eyes of everyone around them. Ron was inconsolable as his father led him to the house. He still half believed that his testicles had been severed and he kept reaching down to feel himself to make sure that they were still there.

“How dare you!” she hissed at the group. “How dare you all laugh at this disgusting show? You are supposed to be his closest friends and family! How can you all sit there and laugh at his pain and humiliation?” she seethed.

Each one of the group hung his head in shame. They had found humor in the prank at the time, but Molly Weasley had a way of making them feel ashamed of their actions. They hadn’t thought about how Ron would feel, they had just thought about how funny it would be. They had all assumed that Fred and George would show him that it was a joke, he would bluster and then be furious but eventually come around. That was Ron. He had a temper but always came around in the end.

“I am ashamed of each and every one of you! You are all grown wizards! It’s time to grow up and start acting like it! All of you leave here immediately, and don’t bother returning until you can apologize to Ron for your heinous behavior!” she screamed. “You have thirty seconds to disappear, or my wand will make you wish that you had!” she shouted.

Almost as one the group apparated away, the only one left standing there was Harry.

“Molly,” he started.

“Harry Potter, your thirty seconds are almost up, and I won’t hesitate to use my wand on you! After everything that this family had done for you, I can’t believe that you would condone that type of behavior!” Molly said.

Harry sighed. “I am sorry,” he said. “I didn’t realize that the prank would get so out of hand. You know how Fred and George are. Usually they plan something and then we all get a good laugh.”

“Those two will get a piece of my mind!” Molly growled. “They think that they can hide from me, but they are wrong! Go back to school, Harry. “

“I want to see Ron,” he said stubbornly.

“Now is not a good time,” she said walking away.

“I need to see Ron. I have to explain to him.”

“You’re right; you do need to explain to him, but not now. Give him a chance to calm down. He just thought that his brothers tried to emasculate him as his so called best friends watched without lending a hand. I think that is a bit much for him to swallow in one day, don’t you, Harry?”

“Tell him that I am sorry,” he said.

“Are you, Harry? Are you really sorry?” she demanded as she walked in the front door and slammed it shut behind her.

Harry watched the door that had always been open to him slam in his face. He felt a deep sadness crush him as he reached up and wiped the tear from the corner of his eye. Did he just loose his best friend who he was drifting away from anyway, or had he just lost his family? He turned to Pansy who held out her arms to him. “Let’s get back to the castle,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him.


Draco sat on the couch in the heads common room thinking about the events that had occurred. He was torn between laughing his head off and shame at how Molly Weasley made him feel. Personally he thought Ron Weasley was the biggest wanker alive and deserved what he got. On the other hand, he wouldn’t have wanted his mother to find him in that situation. Hopefully next time the twins pulled a prank like that they did it where Molly wouldn’t accidently stumble upon them. The twins had some fantastic ideas; they just needed to plan out the execution a little better in the future.

“What are you smiling at, lover?” Hermione said sliding up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I was thinking of Ron,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Draco Malfoy! You couldn’t have thought that awful prank was funny!” Hermione demanded.

“Well…”

“Draco! You thought that was funny! How can terrifying him like that be funny?”

“Well, it wasn’t that it…”

“I am very disappointed in you,” she interrupted. “I thought that you were more mature than that!”

“Hermione,” he started.

“Don’t you Hermione, me! How would you have felt if someone had done that to you? He was lying there exposed for the world to see! His mother picked up what she thought was his severed testicles!”

Draco blanched. “That part was a bit much,” he agreed.

Hermione sighed. “Draco, I know that Ron is not the easiest person to get along with, however, he is still my friend. What Fred and George did to him was way overboard. I can’t believe George would pull that crap at his wedding. I wonder what Luna thought, having her wedding day ruined like that. I would have been furious!”

Draco snorted. “Don’t worry, there won’t be any ball chopping at our wedding.”

“Draco!”

He smiled and pulled her over him into his lap. “Yes, lover?” he purred into her ear.

Hermione jumped up. “Oh no you don’t! You’re not going to seduce me into not being angry!”

“Hermione,” he said following after her. “I am not the one who pulled the prank. Why are you so angry at me?” he asked stalking her across the room.

She walked backwards towards the stairs that led to their dorm rooms. “I’m not angry, just disappointed. You stood there laughing with the rest of those idiots!” Draco was about to reach for her and she turned and ran up the stairs.

He smiled as he gave chase. “You can run, love, but in the end I am going to catch you.”

Hermione giggled. “Perhaps that’s the point, lover,” she said running into the bathroom and slamming the door.

Draco stood frowning at the door for a moment and then when he heard the water turn on he grinned. He loved the shower. Pulling his wand out of his pocket he flicked his wrist and he was naked. He pushed the door to the bathroom open and watched as she pulled her clothes off the non-magical way. “Need some help?” he asked running his warm hand down her soft skin.

Hermione smiled at his proud naked body. “I see you’re ready for the shower,” she said bending over to pull her jeans off.

“Perfect,” he said coming up behind her. He ran his hand gently down the crack of her soft bottom and she moaned. “Hold on to the side of the counter, love,” he whispered.

Hermione moved her legs further apart giving him better access and balanced herself on the counter as he moved between her legs. She pushed her hips back into his hard member and gyrated. Draco playfully swatted her behind.

“I’ll have none of that, missy,” he ordered. “You’ve teased me all day long and now its payback time,” he said
pushing against the wet nest of curls between her legs.

“How have I teased you?” she asked.

“Every time that you look at me, I think of you naked beneath me,” he said rubbing against her opening.

Hermione giggled. “How is that my fault?”

He thrust deep into her causing her to emit a low groan. “Because you’re so damn sexy that I’ve walked around with a hard on the entire day wanting to take you,” he told her slamming deeper into her.

“Draco,” she gasped in pleasure. She was wet with desire and felt herself quickly getting closer. She didn’t realize he could bring her towards completion so quickly without any foreplay.
He pumped in and out of her willing body feeling her muscles quiver and tighten around his thick cock. “Yes,” he moaned as he continued to move. He could feel the pressure building in his loins and knew that his release was moments away. He pulled out of her and turned her around. “Suck me off, Hermione,” he begged.

She grinned and got down on her knees in front of him. Wrapping one hand around the base she flicked the head of his cock teasingly. “Do you like this?” she grinned, knowing that he was so close. She could feel the veins on the sides of his thick member pulsating with need.

“Please,” he moaned. “Take me in your mouth,” he cried.

“Anything for you, love,” she said taking him deep into her mouth and sucking. She moved her head up and down several times and felt him wrap his hand through her messy curls, forcing her head and thus her mouth, further onto his cock. She felt his body tense and then tasted the thick essence of him fill her mouth. She swallowed and continued to milk him, taking the last drop of him into her willing mouth.

Draco collapsed against the counter breathing deeply. “God’s, Hermione!” he exclaimed. “You’ve got the second most talented mouth in Hogwarts.”

She frowned. “Who has the first?” she demanded.

He smirked. “Me,” he said lifting her up onto the counter and pushing her legs up and apart.

“Oh,” she moaned as his lips moved over her sensitive nub. “Prove it,” she demanded pushing him tighter against her wet pussy.

“Oh, I plan to, my demanding little witch.” He thrust his tongue into her wet channel and fucked her for several moments with the strong muscle in his mouth. He then nipped at her swollen clit and inserted two fingers deep inside of her, pushing up and immediately finding her pleasure spot. He used one arm to hold her down and keep her from bucking off the counter.

Seconds later she felt the waves of desire pulsate through her and screamed his name when the pleasure over took her. “Draco,” she screamed as she pushed down on his hand.

“Come for me, baby,” he crooned.

“I am!” she shouted as the force of her orgasm worked its way through her body. “Oh gods,” she panted. “Oh, gods!”

“Who has the better mouth?” Draco asked pleased with himself.

“I’m disappointed that we had to miss Luna’s wedding,” Neville said as he and Millie stood at the front door of her father’s manor. They had arrived for Christmas dinner and to try to make things right with her family. He had sent an owl to the school demanding that they present themselves and explain their behavior.

“I’m sorry as well. It’s my fault,” she said softly. “The Weasley’s wouldn’t be angry with you if I had agreed to marry Ron.”

Neville pulled Millie into his arms and wrapped to in the warmth of his hug. “It’s not your fault. Ron was already mad at me for shagging Ginny. You and I just added to the flames. It will blow over eventually. I couldn’t have married Romilda anymore than you could have married Ron. You and I will make a better marriage together than with them.”

“My father is angry, your grandmother is angry, Ron and Romilda are angry. Have we been selfish?” she asked.

Neville kissed his wife gently on the cheek. “So what if we were. We deserve to be happy and I refuse to spend the rest of my life with regrets. It’s done now and that’s all there is to it.”

Millie smiled. “You’re right. Now, let’s face my father. He is angry because you didn’t discuss settlements with him before the wedding and now he says that I come to you with only the clothes on my back.”

Neville shrugged. “I have enough money for both of us.”

“I have a house,” she said with a grin. “He can’t take that from me. It was my mother’s dower house.”

“So does that mean I won’t have to settle one on you then?” he teased.

“Of course not, Mr. Longbottom. A girl can never have too many houses,” she teased back. “I want a huge manor house, one big enough to rival the Malfoy’s.”

Neville grinned. “That’s a pretty big order, Mrs. Longbottom. We’ll have to see what we can do.”

The door flew open and a house elf wrapped in a dirty pillowcase with yellow flowers said, “Master says get inside, miss,” bowing and stepping back to allow the young couple to enter.

Mille snorted with laughter. “Has he been watching out the window for us, Mulk?”

The house elf turned and glanced around and then nodded. “Since breakfast, miss,” he whispered conspiratorially.

“Oh, Mulk, I’m going to miss you,” she said reaching down and briefly hugging the elf. “Are you sure I can’t offer you clothes?”

“Miss!” he exclaimed. “Master doesn’t like that talk!”

Millie laughed again. “Like I care,” she said and breezed in through the entry. “Where is he now?”

“In the study, miss. He just wants the boy,” he said pointing at Neville.

Neville and Millie looked at each other. Neville’s eyes widened and he wondered what was in store for him. He had reservations about being alone with a former death eater. Mille frowned and said, “Come on, Neville, I’ll introduce the two of you at least.”

“No, miss, master said only boy,” the elf said stepping in front of the couple.

“It’s alright, Millie. It will be fine,” Neville said, even though he wondered if it would.

“I never realized how brave you were, Neville,” she said with a teasing smile.

“Neither did I,” he muttered as he followed the elf.

They walked down a darkened corridor lined with old wood paneling. The floors were bare dark wood with a glossy finish on them. At the end of the corridor was a pair of dark wooden double doors that were closed. The house elf opened them prostrating himself before Cynatius Bulstrode. “The boy, master,” he said shoving Neville in with one hand as he crept out and shut the door behind him.

The man stood before a large window that looked out onto his front lawns. He was a huge, powerful looking man and Neville wondered how he survived the war when he obviously could have been a threat to Voldemort. He had long black hair streaked with strands of grey at the temples that was pulled back in a knot at the back of his neck. He was well over six feet tall and was heavy set. He stood staring at Neville with the same piercing blue eyes that Millie had, hands folded across his chest.

“By what right do you have to marry my daughter without my consent?” he demanded in a deep booming voice.

Neville swallowed and took a step back, then shook his head and stepped forward again. He remembered Harry’s words about intimidation and he did not want his wife’s father to intimidate him for the rest of his life. “I apologize for not following standard wizarding protocol, sir. Millie and I found ourselves in a position that we could help each other out of an intolerable situation and decided to act upon it.”

“Again, what gives you the right to marry my daughter without my consent?” he growled.

“Sir, with all due respect, Millie is of age and we didn’t need your consent,” Neville said.

“How dare you to presume that you can tell me what MY daughter can and cannot do?” he roared. “You failed to follow one of the basic rules of our society. When a wizard wishes to marry a witch he approaches the witches father and asks permission and then discusses settlements. Regardless of what the Ministry of Magic states, as an heir to a pureblood family you should know this, Longbottom!”

“I believe that you are aware that I do not believe in that blood status garbage!” Neville firmly stated, looking Bulstrode straight in the eye. “Several of my closest friends are either half-bloods or muggle born, and I would take their friendship any day over the majority of the so called “purebloods” that I know!”

“How dare you insult me in my own home!” Cygnatius demanded. “You are a blood traitor and not good enough to wipe my daughters arse!” he shouted.

“Lucky for you were not into that kinky type of behavior,” Neville said before he realized what flew out of his mouth. He immediately turned bright red and looked horrified.

Cygnatius’ eyes bugged and his mouth snapped shut. His already flushed faced turned a shade of purple and he sat into his chair. “I believe that this conversation is over,” he stated in a hushed tone.

“Mr. Bulstrode, I think that we have gotten off on the wrong foot here. Let me start over. For Millie’s sake I would prefer that there be peace between us.” He walked forward and stuck his hand out. “Hello, Mr. Bulstrode, I am Neville Longbottom, heir to the Longbottom family. I would very much like to marry your daughter, Millicent. I have come to seek your permission to do so,” he said. Inside his heart was racing and he wondered where his behavior had come from. He had never in his life been sarcastic or flippant and his comments shocked even him.

Cygnatius stared at the offered hand for a moment and side. “I’ll say this for you, Longbottom, you have cheek. Sit down and we will discuss this rationally. I suppose you might just do after all. I always thought that Millie would need a strong hand to keep her in line, perhaps you will be the one.”

Neville laughed. “Millie is the easiest woman to get along with that I have ever met. I can’t imagine needed a firm hand with that one.”

Cygnatius snorted. “Wait until the honeymoon is over,” he said. “Speaking of which, where will you be taking her?”

Neville flushed. “We haven’t even discussed it yet. Everything has happened so fast. This evening we are to return to Seacrest Manor, my family home, where Millie will meet my grandmother.”

“I understand that your grandmother raised you? How will she feel stepping down and moving to her dower home?”

The younger man blanched. “My grandmother is one of those women who needed a man with a strong hand, strong back, and any other kind of strong you can imagine. Unfortunately, she has ruled the roost, so to speak, for as long as I can recall. My grandfather let her have her head and he ignored her.”

“Then I suspect she will not be pleased?”

“That sir, might be the understatement of the year. She knows that I have married and she knew that it was coming. However, I think that she plans to stay at the manor and try and continue her rule there.”

“I highly doubt that Millie will put up with that for long,” he laughed. “Regardless of how you think my daughter is meek and tame, I assure you that she is not. She is another who will want her own way. “

“I fully expect my wife to take over all the duties associated with being married into the Longbottom family.

My grandmother will move to her dower home and Millie and I will be fine.”

“Speaking of dower home, have you purchased one for my daughter?” he demanded.

“No sir, I have not. “

“Do you intend to?”

“Of course!” he said indignantly. “I would not shrink my obligations to her!”

“You know of course that she comes with her mother’s dower home?”

“Millie mentioned it, however, I will still purchase her one of her own. Perhaps she will leave her mother’s home to one of our children.”

“Do you plan to keep my daughter pregnant and producing more Longbottom heirs?” he asked bluntly.

Neville grinned. “Millie and I would both like children, however we have not spoken about how many that will be. As we both come from pureblooded families there is a good chance that we will not be able to produce more than one. With the exception of the Weasley family, most wizarding families are not very fertile.”

Cygnatius nodded. “You are correct in that regard, my boy, however, Millie’s mother’s family is from America, and they are a very fertile lot. I suspect that if Alexis hadn’t died so young we would have had more.”

Neville filed that bit of information away for later thought. “Mr. Bulstrode, I want you to know that I have the means to take care of your daughter and she won’t want for anything. I plan to make sure that our marriage works.”

“I have checked into your family, Longbottom. I know that you have more than enough money to take care of her and any amount of children you produce. I am worried about your family’s mental stability. Your grandmother is known to be a bit off her rocker, and I have heard that both your parents are in a psychiatric ward at St. Mungo’s.”

Neville angrily stood. “My grandmother is a bit off, there’s no denying that, however you have been misinformed about my parents. My parents suffer from the effects of the cruciatus curse that Bellatrix Lestrange cast upon them when I was a baby. It is amazing that they even lived. They are in the magical maladies ward, not the mental ward! I would suggest that you get your story straight before repeating gossip!”

Cygnatius crossed his arms over his massive chest and leaned back in his chair, looking at Neville specutively.

They stared at each other for several moments and he stood up and stuck his hand out. “Welcome to the family, Neville. Call me Cygnatius.”

Neville, shocked, reached out and took the offered hand. “Thank you, sir.”

“Millie has a rather large dowry, perhaps we can discuss it.”


“George Weasley! Take us back to the Burrow immediately!” Luna said swatting her husband on the shoulder. “We can’t just leave our daughter without saying goodbye!”

“Luna, she’s a baby,” he reasoned. “She doesn’t even know if we are there or not.”

“Yes she does. She’ll know that we left without saying goodbye, as will everyone else. “

“We can’t go back to the Burrow right now. Its not safe for me!” he said desperately.

“George Weasley, if you don’t take me back to the Burrow, immediately, it won’t be safe for you here!” she insisted.

“Luna,” he started.

“Now, George!” she insisted, standing before him with her hands over her hips and her eyes blazing.

“Oh gods,” he moaned. It was bad enough to have one furious witch after him, he didn’t want two. “Do we have to? I thought you were anxious to start our honeymoon,” he said sliding his hand around her waist and leaning in to kiss her.

She shoved him back and said, “I am going back to the Burrow to give our daughter my love. If you don’t come with me, you will not get a wedding night!”

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a groan. She had teased him for the past two week’s non-stop, and he wasn’t sure if he could manage the night with her without touching her. “Luna, please be reasonable. Do you know what my mother is going to do to me?”

“Nothing that you don’t deserve!”

“You’re my wife!” he frowned at her. “Who’s side are you on?” he demanded.

“I’m on Natalie’s side!” she insisted.

He sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to give in. She had proven to be damned stubborn when she wanted to be. “Lets go then. Don’t be surprised if we spend our wedding night in St. Mungo’s though. Mum will kill me the second I arrive back at the Burrow.”

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his lips softly. “I’ll hold your hand all night, love. By the way, Merry Christmas and Happy Wedding Day, husband.”