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Adult ++
Chapters:
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269
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Christmas in Hogsmeade
A/N - I have ben going mad in the writing department lately and keeping poor Kate rather busy! hope you are all being amused sufficiently to justify her suffering. :)
deblovesdragon - Hermione is with Ron, though he has been acting strange lately...
Helen - thankee
Ghaeth - you\'re welcome
JCC thankee
Ventrue66 - Nice to see you again, you were missed. I tried to send you th eart, did you not get it?
Chapter 31 – Christmas in Hogsmeade
Minuet hugged her mother and let herself be led into the cottage. Tina flung herself at her big sister the instant she entered the room and Minuet hugged her hard in return.
“Oh baby, you must be freezing.” Her mother fussed over her and she smiled, feeling as though she were a young child again, but in the best way. There was warmth and comfort in her mother’s care, especially when so many bad things were happening.
“It was cold out, but Professor Dumbledore sent me in one of the Hogwarts carriages.” Minuet confessed. Professor Dumbledore certainly knew about Harry and herself, though she wasn’t sure how he found out; but he had suddenly become very careful of her. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was Harry’s girlfriend or Snape’s ward that he had become quite so solicitous of her safety. It could be either, she admitted, as her mother burbled about the Headmaster’s kindness.
She caught sight of Fortina, sitting on the carpet before the fire, playing with her dolls. It could also be because her father had been a Death Eater. She looked at the little girl and prayed that she would find someone as wonderful as Minuet had to love someday. That she could marry someone even has gos good, kind, brave, smart and funny as Harry Potter.
She smiled at her mother as she set the table. She had known for the last month that she was going to marry Harry. She had thought that she would have to bend all her Slytherin cunning to it, but he rarely seemed to think past defeating Voldemort. She shivered at that thought; she was scared for him -- terrified in fact -- but she recalled Professor Leblanc’s words to her at her last lesson.
“Harry has more than just a duty and a responsibility; he hadestdestiny and that is the worst possible burden, especially for someone so young. You can’t get between him and this burden or we all may die. You can’t shoulder it yourself, the best you can do is love him, support him and kick his ass when he gets morose.” They had dissolved into laughter at the last bit and Minuet had hugged her Defense teacher and thanked her for the excellent advice.
It occurred to Min that the advice came from hard experience. Uncle Severus had still looked weak and pale when she had visited him earlier today. Professor Leblanc had been sad and distracted outside of class and intensely focused in it. The students thought it was because of what had happened to Madame Pince, which reminded her of another piece of school gossip.
“We still’t h’t have a librarian. The House Elves are running the Library right now. Professor Dumbledore can’t find anyone who is willing to take the job, so we might end up with a Ministry appointee.” Minuet commented as her mother set the goose on the table.
“Is he taking applications?” It was the off-hand nature of the comment that caught her attention. The casual way her mother asked -- as though it was of absolutely no importance.
“I believe so.” Minuet looked at her mother speculatively; she was still young by wizarding standards, only forty. She was beautiful, smart, full of fire and intelligence; she had been a Ravenclaw when she was at Hogwarts, much as Minuet suspected Tina would be. Minuet took after her father: stubborn, willful, a little manipulative; though Min only manipulated for a good cause.
Her mother, she suddenly realized, had at the least another hundred years of life ahead of her. She wasn’t just Min and Tina’s mother; she was a person with a life and dreams outside all that. She looked at the woman who had always been there for her with the eyes of an adult and saw a person who needed a life outside this cottage.
“Would you like me to take yours to the Headmaster?” She asked her mother, keeping the same off-hand tone as her mother had used.
“Sure, why not? It can’t hurt.” Her mother shrugged, as though nothing momentous had occurred and Minuet nodded and pretended that she didn’t see the little flushexciexcitement on her face.
Several hours later, Minuet was pressed against a wall in an unused classroom -- not the most romantic of settings, but it was far away from the usual haunts of snogging students. Minuet was oblivious to her surroundings though; she was happy to be anywhere with Harry.
Harry’s mouth had the most amazing taste to it; it was like something between chocolate and apples, but warm and velvety. His hands in her hair and the way he held her against him made her bones melt into a puddle. The kiss was not as satisfying as usual -- she was finding that she wanted more, but Harry resolutely stopped them at a certain point and wouldn’t go past it. His repeated mentions of Uncle Severus gave her the impression that he was terrified of having his balls hexed off by her guardian. She conceded the concern as being valid; Uncle Severus was, after all, a Slytherin.
“You know, you really are the most amazing girl, Min.” He had pulled back just enough to look into her eyes with an expression that made her feel both shivery cold and deliciously warm at the same time, a neat trick that.
“What the…?” Harry and Minuet jumped away from each other and whirled to see Ron standing in the doorway. His red hair accentuated the sudden paleness of his face as he took in just who Harry had been cuddled up to.
“Uh, hi, Ron.” Harry winced at the look of outrage on the other boy’s face.
“Whadda ya mean, ’Hi Ron’?” His best friend retorted and stepped into the room, swiftly shutting the door closed behind him. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing my girlfriend.” He replied and Minuet looked up at him with pride and adoration shining in her eyes. Ron looked back and forth between the two of them and sighed.
“Snape’s going to kill you, mate.” Ron pointed out the obvious with unerring accuracy.
“You don’t mind?” Minuet asked timidly. She knew how close the two boys were and she didn’t want a breach between them.
“Are you a Death Eater?” He asked her suddenly. She made a face and shook her head. “Then I don’t mind. I think it would have been way better if Harry was dating a Gryffindor girl, but you’re okay…for a Slytherin.” Minuet smiled at him and Harry gripped his hand with a grin.
“Thanks, Ron.” Harry’s voice waugh ugh with emotion; he had been really afraid of losing Ron’s friendship, Minuet deduced. The fact that he had been willing to fight his best friend over her made her feel wonderful, but she was so glad he hadn’t had to choose. “You know that you can’t tell anyone, right?” Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.
Ron got a strange look then, as if he was listening to an inner voice and then nodded.
“It would be way too dangerous to let anyone know.” Ron affirmed. “Merlin, her own Housuld uld lynch her, not to mention what our House would do.” They all agreed to keep it secret and they sat in the dusty classroom talking for some time with a happy camaraderie that warmed Minuet’s heart. However, that one moment of strangeness in Ron Weasley’s face haunted her and she didn’t know why.
deblovesdragon - Hermione is with Ron, though he has been acting strange lately...
Helen - thankee
Ghaeth - you\'re welcome
JCC thankee
Ventrue66 - Nice to see you again, you were missed. I tried to send you th eart, did you not get it?
Chapter 31 – Christmas in Hogsmeade
Minuet hugged her mother and let herself be led into the cottage. Tina flung herself at her big sister the instant she entered the room and Minuet hugged her hard in return.
“Oh baby, you must be freezing.” Her mother fussed over her and she smiled, feeling as though she were a young child again, but in the best way. There was warmth and comfort in her mother’s care, especially when so many bad things were happening.
“It was cold out, but Professor Dumbledore sent me in one of the Hogwarts carriages.” Minuet confessed. Professor Dumbledore certainly knew about Harry and herself, though she wasn’t sure how he found out; but he had suddenly become very careful of her. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was Harry’s girlfriend or Snape’s ward that he had become quite so solicitous of her safety. It could be either, she admitted, as her mother burbled about the Headmaster’s kindness.
She caught sight of Fortina, sitting on the carpet before the fire, playing with her dolls. It could also be because her father had been a Death Eater. She looked at the little girl and prayed that she would find someone as wonderful as Minuet had to love someday. That she could marry someone even has gos good, kind, brave, smart and funny as Harry Potter.
She smiled at her mother as she set the table. She had known for the last month that she was going to marry Harry. She had thought that she would have to bend all her Slytherin cunning to it, but he rarely seemed to think past defeating Voldemort. She shivered at that thought; she was scared for him -- terrified in fact -- but she recalled Professor Leblanc’s words to her at her last lesson.
“Harry has more than just a duty and a responsibility; he hadestdestiny and that is the worst possible burden, especially for someone so young. You can’t get between him and this burden or we all may die. You can’t shoulder it yourself, the best you can do is love him, support him and kick his ass when he gets morose.” They had dissolved into laughter at the last bit and Minuet had hugged her Defense teacher and thanked her for the excellent advice.
It occurred to Min that the advice came from hard experience. Uncle Severus had still looked weak and pale when she had visited him earlier today. Professor Leblanc had been sad and distracted outside of class and intensely focused in it. The students thought it was because of what had happened to Madame Pince, which reminded her of another piece of school gossip.
“We still’t h’t have a librarian. The House Elves are running the Library right now. Professor Dumbledore can’t find anyone who is willing to take the job, so we might end up with a Ministry appointee.” Minuet commented as her mother set the goose on the table.
“Is he taking applications?” It was the off-hand nature of the comment that caught her attention. The casual way her mother asked -- as though it was of absolutely no importance.
“I believe so.” Minuet looked at her mother speculatively; she was still young by wizarding standards, only forty. She was beautiful, smart, full of fire and intelligence; she had been a Ravenclaw when she was at Hogwarts, much as Minuet suspected Tina would be. Minuet took after her father: stubborn, willful, a little manipulative; though Min only manipulated for a good cause.
Her mother, she suddenly realized, had at the least another hundred years of life ahead of her. She wasn’t just Min and Tina’s mother; she was a person with a life and dreams outside all that. She looked at the woman who had always been there for her with the eyes of an adult and saw a person who needed a life outside this cottage.
“Would you like me to take yours to the Headmaster?” She asked her mother, keeping the same off-hand tone as her mother had used.
“Sure, why not? It can’t hurt.” Her mother shrugged, as though nothing momentous had occurred and Minuet nodded and pretended that she didn’t see the little flushexciexcitement on her face.
Several hours later, Minuet was pressed against a wall in an unused classroom -- not the most romantic of settings, but it was far away from the usual haunts of snogging students. Minuet was oblivious to her surroundings though; she was happy to be anywhere with Harry.
Harry’s mouth had the most amazing taste to it; it was like something between chocolate and apples, but warm and velvety. His hands in her hair and the way he held her against him made her bones melt into a puddle. The kiss was not as satisfying as usual -- she was finding that she wanted more, but Harry resolutely stopped them at a certain point and wouldn’t go past it. His repeated mentions of Uncle Severus gave her the impression that he was terrified of having his balls hexed off by her guardian. She conceded the concern as being valid; Uncle Severus was, after all, a Slytherin.
“You know, you really are the most amazing girl, Min.” He had pulled back just enough to look into her eyes with an expression that made her feel both shivery cold and deliciously warm at the same time, a neat trick that.
“What the…?” Harry and Minuet jumped away from each other and whirled to see Ron standing in the doorway. His red hair accentuated the sudden paleness of his face as he took in just who Harry had been cuddled up to.
“Uh, hi, Ron.” Harry winced at the look of outrage on the other boy’s face.
“Whadda ya mean, ’Hi Ron’?” His best friend retorted and stepped into the room, swiftly shutting the door closed behind him. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing my girlfriend.” He replied and Minuet looked up at him with pride and adoration shining in her eyes. Ron looked back and forth between the two of them and sighed.
“Snape’s going to kill you, mate.” Ron pointed out the obvious with unerring accuracy.
“You don’t mind?” Minuet asked timidly. She knew how close the two boys were and she didn’t want a breach between them.
“Are you a Death Eater?” He asked her suddenly. She made a face and shook her head. “Then I don’t mind. I think it would have been way better if Harry was dating a Gryffindor girl, but you’re okay…for a Slytherin.” Minuet smiled at him and Harry gripped his hand with a grin.
“Thanks, Ron.” Harry’s voice waugh ugh with emotion; he had been really afraid of losing Ron’s friendship, Minuet deduced. The fact that he had been willing to fight his best friend over her made her feel wonderful, but she was so glad he hadn’t had to choose. “You know that you can’t tell anyone, right?” Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.
Ron got a strange look then, as if he was listening to an inner voice and then nodded.
“It would be way too dangerous to let anyone know.” Ron affirmed. “Merlin, her own Housuld uld lynch her, not to mention what our House would do.” They all agreed to keep it secret and they sat in the dusty classroom talking for some time with a happy camaraderie that warmed Minuet’s heart. However, that one moment of strangeness in Ron Weasley’s face haunted her and she didn’t know why.