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The End Of Year Ball
I apologise for the delay. It seems real life always finds some way to interfere.
Disclaimer: everything you recognise belongs to Jo
Story by kelokelo, chapter translated by septentrion and beta’ed by vonHardenberg
Chapter 45. The End of Year Ball
At the conclusion of the meal, Hermione and Severus had each joined their respective tables after a quick smile for each other. Only an hour later, the ball for the seventh years began. Each student could come with someone of the sixth or seventh year. Hermione didn’t need much time to choose who would accompany her: she asked Emma to come with her, knowing that all the teachers would be there. She was determined that her new friend would end up in her companion’s arms tonight. Indeed, Emma had confided to Hermione her distress over her irrational attraction for her Head of House.
The two Lendoren girls, one known and the other unrevealed, made their entrance together for the ball. They were both nervous and they’d paid more than usual attention to the way they were dressed; they were very seductive. Hermione had opted for a red dress with a tight-fitting bustier that was held only by the material around her neck. It had a plunging neckline and was well fitted to her feminine form. Her back was half bare, which meant she couldn’t wear a bra. The skirt was flared from the waist and stopped just above the knee.
Emma had chosen, after a lot of hesitation and encouragement from Ginny and Hermione, a white dress. Its lacy, strapless bustier hugged her breast. The skirt, straight, came down to her ankles, but it was slit up to mid-thigh so that she could dance freely.
Hermione had managed to put her hair into a bun from which unruly locks were escaping, while Emma had kept her bob haircut, which suited her very well. Both had chosen a very light make-up.
When they entered the Hall, two hearts skipped a beat at the teachers’ table. Severus and Malko were gobsmacked. Their companions were magnificent and hadn’t chosen a boy as a partner for the evening.
Severus turned to Malko, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Emma. The girl seemed happy in the arms of her different dancing partners. She was careful, though, to change partners every dance, as per Ginny’s instructions.
“You make him jealous, all right,” she’d said, “but don’t let the others get too much hope. That would be cruel, and you could find yourself in an embarrassing situation.”
Severus noticed Malko was frowning and said, “Good luck for tonight, Malko!”
“Why?” Malko asked abruptly, his eyes never leaving Emma.
“Hermione has a plan,” Severus sighed. “I couldn’t extort any detail from her, but we’re involved deeply in it. She calls it a surprise!”
“The only surprise I’m interested in is what’s concealed by that damned dress. That’s sheer torture! I’ve never thought she would wear such a dress, one that fits her so well.”
“You don’t say,” Severus grumbled. “The one time she doesn’t wear jeans, I have to stay put and to look at the others take her in their arms.”
Severus felt his belly tighten when he saw Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Emma immersed in a heated discussion. Well, Ginny and Hermione were providing instructions, and the others nodded. The plan seemed to be set into motion, but what was it? Whatever tone he used to ask Hermione about it, he was faced with an amused silence; she hadn’t let any information slip.
The five teenagers dispersed: Ron headed to the orchestra, Harry and Emma stayed together talking, and Ginny and Hermione were heading straight toward the teachers’ table. They sported a determined expression, which didn’t sit well with Severus. When the conductor announced the girls dance—the idea being the girls invite the boys for this one—he glimpsed at least a part of their plan. But he was very surprised when Ginny headed toward him, and not Hermione; she asked him cheerfully, “Erwin, I hope you won’t refuse to dance with me?”
She made clear that she was inviting her friend’s companion and not her professor by calling him Erwin.
“Now, I can’t risk being the cause of your plan failing, can I? I wouldn’t want the wind to rise in the Hall,” he answered, rising from his seat and taking Ginny’s hand to lead her on the dance floor.
“That’s a distinct possibility.”
“Yet, I can’t imagine what you want to do after this.”
“Be patient. There are several steps in the plan. To get both of you on the dance floor is only the first one!”
Malko was led rather against his will on the dance floor by Hermione. She’d cut his protestations short by telling him, “Listen, Emma’s going to dance with Harry a bit. You’re not going to be jealous, are you? Leave her alone a bit, or show yourself to her for what you are!”
“Hermione, may I remind you that until tomorrow, I’m her Head of House?”
“And? Erwin was my Potions teacher, wasn’t he? That didn’t prevent him from seducing me and putting me in his bed. You’ve said so yourself, there’s only one night left!”
Harry, who’d been taught how to dance by Ginny the previous year, was skilfully getting near Hermione and Malko with Emma. Their conversation seemed a bit harsh; Hermione seemed to be treating Malko like a schoolmate, and it looked like they were disagreeing about something. This discussion caused several students to raise their eyebrows, but most of them thought that Hermione had somehow earned the right to speak to the teachers as an equal. Severus noticed their exchange while dancing with Ginny, when she caught his attention.
“Erwin? You’ve got two choices now. Either you help us and go near enough to Malko and you can dance with Hermione, or you dance one more song with me.”
“What if I don’t dance one more song with you?”
“I believe you can kiss goodbye dancing with Hermione tonight.”
“Isn’t this blackmail? I have a suspicion now: are the lot of you Gryffindor or Slytherin?”
“It’s Hermione’s idea. Slytherin must have rubbed off on her.”
Severus weighed up the pros and cons of helping them a bit too long, and therefore found himself too far from Harry to retrieve Hermione from the boy’s arms. However, he couldn’t hide his admiration for Harry’s method of pushing Emma in Malko’s arms. The latter didn’t hesitate much to embrace an anxious-looking and blushing Emma; the girl cast a panicked glance at Hermione before the couple vanished in the sea of dancers.
Severus tightened his hold on Ginny’s waist to prevent her to seek another partner. That would give him a perfect excuse to switch partners with Harry for the next dance, which was very easy to do, given that Harry wanted to dance with Ginny now. The reason for Harry’s eagerness became obvious when the music became softer, and for the first time, Harry and Severus shared a real smile of complicity.
Hermione cursed through their link.
“Where are they? He hasn’t left her, I hope.”
“Of whom are you speaking?”
“Malko and Emma! About whom am I supposed to be speaking?”
“Hermione! Can’t you leave them to sort out their situation by themselves? You managed to take Malko onto the dance floor and to push Emma in his arms. I think he is experienced enough to know what to do with his partner!”
“Except that he stubbornly refuses to do anything about it because of his principles about being her Head of House until tomorrow!”
“Mmm, he was in quite a state when he saw her gown and the number of partners she had for dancing. I think he’s ready to give in.”
“Really? He liked her dress?”
“Of course! That dress is really tantalizing. And before you get any ideas in that pretty head of yours, know that your robe is my own torment of Tantalus.”
He hugged closer while saying that.
“Now, please, humour me,” he said softly. “Forget about them and think more about us.”
Hermione was overwhelmed by the tenderness in his black eyes and let herself go in his embrace. When the music stopped, she knew where he wanted to lead her. The ball was finished for them; they needed to be in the privacy of their bedroom once more. They crossed the Great Hall, followed by knowing smiles, especially from Harry and Ginny. Yet they took their time before they reached their rooms. They dawdled in corridors that had hosted their disagreement, then their love. Severus had his arm around her waist, but couldn’t keep his hand from wandering over the naked skin of her back.
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In the meantime, in the park, another union was being formed. Malko hadn’t been able to fight the urge to dance with Emma. He had discreetly linked his mind to hers; he’d understood her dilemma and despair: she wanted to be faithful to her companion, but couldn’t help feeling rushes of desire for her Head of House. He’d left her, trying to remain impassive, which had somehow appeased her. A few minutes later, he decided to contact her through their link.
“My love? Do you enjoy yourself at the ball?”
“Yes … I suppose that yes …”
“What’s wrong?”
“I believe that I miss you,” she whispered.
This sentence swept any resolution he might have had to wait. If such a shy person as her admitted to missing him … She would be his companion fully tonight; there was no way that she would sleep in the Ravenclaw dormitory.
“Go to the park, my love, at the corner of the Ravenclaw wing. I’ll come to you.”
“But … how? You don’t have the right to be at Hogwarts!”
“Trust me. Go now, my love.”
He Apparated quickly to the right place and hid himself in the shadow. He didn’t want her to recognise him before he could take her in his arms. He took no chances and started to stroke her softly through their link while she was walking to their rendezvous. Those caresses combined with the sight of her in her white dress and his feelings during their two dances together made him painfully impatient. He felt like she took an eternity to come to him.
Emma appreciated each of her companion’s caresses, even though some of them made her blush. She was impatient to meet him, and perhaps taste some of those caresses in reality. She froze on the spot when she arrived at the corner of the Ravenclaw wing and met the eyes of her Head of House, who had just been revealed to her by the moonlight. Malko didn’t give her time to react; he put his lips onto hers and embraced her tightly to prevent her from struggling. He tasted her lips without restraint and told her through their link, “I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time, Emma, and was held back by those rotten rules.”
“You?” Emma was suffocated by the astonishment to find out who her companion really was, by his kisses, always more profound, by his hands, that had set to explore her body for good and created very powerful sensations in her, much more powerful than through their link.
“Yes, it’s me, my love. At least, I will be able to make you appreciate those caresses you liked so much in your dreams.”
“But I … we …”
“We’ll speak later, my love. Let us revel in us being together first.”
Above all, let me take you to my bedroom and make love to you all night, Malko thought very lowly so that she wouldn’t hear him. He knew that she would be more powerful than him very quickly and able to fathom him out easily, but tonight, he could still conceal his intentions, just long enough not to scare her. He hoped that she would be intoxicated enough by his caresses not to protest when she realised that he had no intention of stopping before he’d made her his.
His strokes became insistent; she was so taken in a whirlpool of emotions and sensations that she didn’t even notice that he had Apparated them both in his rooms.
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Hermione felt marvellous. She was fulfilled by Severus’ embrace, as always, and knew that the oncoming Summer would celebrate her entrance in the world of the grown-up. She still hadn’t decided what she would do the next year; she wanted to savour her holiday with the man whom she loved. She wanted to make the most of the Silvery Circle, to better know the other surviving Lendoren couples. She knew that she and Severus, as well as Malko and Emma, were the new generation of Lendoren. Lendoren couples were usually formed during a brief period of time, four of five years. Then, no new couples would appear for around twenty years. All the companions were there, Severus included. Erich was the youngest, he was nineteen, and Malko with his twenty-four years the second eldest, just after Severus,. When seven Lendoren women would be born, the generation would be complete. Seven future friends for Hermione would exist. She knew her friendship with Harry, Ron and Ginny would always hold a special place in her heart, but from now on, her home was the Silvery Circle.
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In another wing of the castle, blond hair rested on a male chest. Words of tenderness were whispered in the moonlight. Malko had patiently vanquished every barrier erected by Emma’s shyness to take her on the path to pleasure. The words became sparse as the girl fell asleep in her companion’s arms.
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Disclaimer: everything you recognise belongs to Jo
Story by kelokelo, chapter translated by septentrion and beta’ed by vonHardenberg
Chapter 45. The End of Year Ball
At the conclusion of the meal, Hermione and Severus had each joined their respective tables after a quick smile for each other. Only an hour later, the ball for the seventh years began. Each student could come with someone of the sixth or seventh year. Hermione didn’t need much time to choose who would accompany her: she asked Emma to come with her, knowing that all the teachers would be there. She was determined that her new friend would end up in her companion’s arms tonight. Indeed, Emma had confided to Hermione her distress over her irrational attraction for her Head of House.
The two Lendoren girls, one known and the other unrevealed, made their entrance together for the ball. They were both nervous and they’d paid more than usual attention to the way they were dressed; they were very seductive. Hermione had opted for a red dress with a tight-fitting bustier that was held only by the material around her neck. It had a plunging neckline and was well fitted to her feminine form. Her back was half bare, which meant she couldn’t wear a bra. The skirt was flared from the waist and stopped just above the knee.
Emma had chosen, after a lot of hesitation and encouragement from Ginny and Hermione, a white dress. Its lacy, strapless bustier hugged her breast. The skirt, straight, came down to her ankles, but it was slit up to mid-thigh so that she could dance freely.
Hermione had managed to put her hair into a bun from which unruly locks were escaping, while Emma had kept her bob haircut, which suited her very well. Both had chosen a very light make-up.
When they entered the Hall, two hearts skipped a beat at the teachers’ table. Severus and Malko were gobsmacked. Their companions were magnificent and hadn’t chosen a boy as a partner for the evening.
Severus turned to Malko, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Emma. The girl seemed happy in the arms of her different dancing partners. She was careful, though, to change partners every dance, as per Ginny’s instructions.
“You make him jealous, all right,” she’d said, “but don’t let the others get too much hope. That would be cruel, and you could find yourself in an embarrassing situation.”
Severus noticed Malko was frowning and said, “Good luck for tonight, Malko!”
“Why?” Malko asked abruptly, his eyes never leaving Emma.
“Hermione has a plan,” Severus sighed. “I couldn’t extort any detail from her, but we’re involved deeply in it. She calls it a surprise!”
“The only surprise I’m interested in is what’s concealed by that damned dress. That’s sheer torture! I’ve never thought she would wear such a dress, one that fits her so well.”
“You don’t say,” Severus grumbled. “The one time she doesn’t wear jeans, I have to stay put and to look at the others take her in their arms.”
Severus felt his belly tighten when he saw Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Emma immersed in a heated discussion. Well, Ginny and Hermione were providing instructions, and the others nodded. The plan seemed to be set into motion, but what was it? Whatever tone he used to ask Hermione about it, he was faced with an amused silence; she hadn’t let any information slip.
The five teenagers dispersed: Ron headed to the orchestra, Harry and Emma stayed together talking, and Ginny and Hermione were heading straight toward the teachers’ table. They sported a determined expression, which didn’t sit well with Severus. When the conductor announced the girls dance—the idea being the girls invite the boys for this one—he glimpsed at least a part of their plan. But he was very surprised when Ginny headed toward him, and not Hermione; she asked him cheerfully, “Erwin, I hope you won’t refuse to dance with me?”
She made clear that she was inviting her friend’s companion and not her professor by calling him Erwin.
“Now, I can’t risk being the cause of your plan failing, can I? I wouldn’t want the wind to rise in the Hall,” he answered, rising from his seat and taking Ginny’s hand to lead her on the dance floor.
“That’s a distinct possibility.”
“Yet, I can’t imagine what you want to do after this.”
“Be patient. There are several steps in the plan. To get both of you on the dance floor is only the first one!”
Malko was led rather against his will on the dance floor by Hermione. She’d cut his protestations short by telling him, “Listen, Emma’s going to dance with Harry a bit. You’re not going to be jealous, are you? Leave her alone a bit, or show yourself to her for what you are!”
“Hermione, may I remind you that until tomorrow, I’m her Head of House?”
“And? Erwin was my Potions teacher, wasn’t he? That didn’t prevent him from seducing me and putting me in his bed. You’ve said so yourself, there’s only one night left!”
Harry, who’d been taught how to dance by Ginny the previous year, was skilfully getting near Hermione and Malko with Emma. Their conversation seemed a bit harsh; Hermione seemed to be treating Malko like a schoolmate, and it looked like they were disagreeing about something. This discussion caused several students to raise their eyebrows, but most of them thought that Hermione had somehow earned the right to speak to the teachers as an equal. Severus noticed their exchange while dancing with Ginny, when she caught his attention.
“Erwin? You’ve got two choices now. Either you help us and go near enough to Malko and you can dance with Hermione, or you dance one more song with me.”
“What if I don’t dance one more song with you?”
“I believe you can kiss goodbye dancing with Hermione tonight.”
“Isn’t this blackmail? I have a suspicion now: are the lot of you Gryffindor or Slytherin?”
“It’s Hermione’s idea. Slytherin must have rubbed off on her.”
Severus weighed up the pros and cons of helping them a bit too long, and therefore found himself too far from Harry to retrieve Hermione from the boy’s arms. However, he couldn’t hide his admiration for Harry’s method of pushing Emma in Malko’s arms. The latter didn’t hesitate much to embrace an anxious-looking and blushing Emma; the girl cast a panicked glance at Hermione before the couple vanished in the sea of dancers.
Severus tightened his hold on Ginny’s waist to prevent her to seek another partner. That would give him a perfect excuse to switch partners with Harry for the next dance, which was very easy to do, given that Harry wanted to dance with Ginny now. The reason for Harry’s eagerness became obvious when the music became softer, and for the first time, Harry and Severus shared a real smile of complicity.
Hermione cursed through their link.
“Where are they? He hasn’t left her, I hope.”
“Of whom are you speaking?”
“Malko and Emma! About whom am I supposed to be speaking?”
“Hermione! Can’t you leave them to sort out their situation by themselves? You managed to take Malko onto the dance floor and to push Emma in his arms. I think he is experienced enough to know what to do with his partner!”
“Except that he stubbornly refuses to do anything about it because of his principles about being her Head of House until tomorrow!”
“Mmm, he was in quite a state when he saw her gown and the number of partners she had for dancing. I think he’s ready to give in.”
“Really? He liked her dress?”
“Of course! That dress is really tantalizing. And before you get any ideas in that pretty head of yours, know that your robe is my own torment of Tantalus.”
He hugged closer while saying that.
“Now, please, humour me,” he said softly. “Forget about them and think more about us.”
Hermione was overwhelmed by the tenderness in his black eyes and let herself go in his embrace. When the music stopped, she knew where he wanted to lead her. The ball was finished for them; they needed to be in the privacy of their bedroom once more. They crossed the Great Hall, followed by knowing smiles, especially from Harry and Ginny. Yet they took their time before they reached their rooms. They dawdled in corridors that had hosted their disagreement, then their love. Severus had his arm around her waist, but couldn’t keep his hand from wandering over the naked skin of her back.
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In the meantime, in the park, another union was being formed. Malko hadn’t been able to fight the urge to dance with Emma. He had discreetly linked his mind to hers; he’d understood her dilemma and despair: she wanted to be faithful to her companion, but couldn’t help feeling rushes of desire for her Head of House. He’d left her, trying to remain impassive, which had somehow appeased her. A few minutes later, he decided to contact her through their link.
“My love? Do you enjoy yourself at the ball?”
“Yes … I suppose that yes …”
“What’s wrong?”
“I believe that I miss you,” she whispered.
This sentence swept any resolution he might have had to wait. If such a shy person as her admitted to missing him … She would be his companion fully tonight; there was no way that she would sleep in the Ravenclaw dormitory.
“Go to the park, my love, at the corner of the Ravenclaw wing. I’ll come to you.”
“But … how? You don’t have the right to be at Hogwarts!”
“Trust me. Go now, my love.”
He Apparated quickly to the right place and hid himself in the shadow. He didn’t want her to recognise him before he could take her in his arms. He took no chances and started to stroke her softly through their link while she was walking to their rendezvous. Those caresses combined with the sight of her in her white dress and his feelings during their two dances together made him painfully impatient. He felt like she took an eternity to come to him.
Emma appreciated each of her companion’s caresses, even though some of them made her blush. She was impatient to meet him, and perhaps taste some of those caresses in reality. She froze on the spot when she arrived at the corner of the Ravenclaw wing and met the eyes of her Head of House, who had just been revealed to her by the moonlight. Malko didn’t give her time to react; he put his lips onto hers and embraced her tightly to prevent her from struggling. He tasted her lips without restraint and told her through their link, “I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time, Emma, and was held back by those rotten rules.”
“You?” Emma was suffocated by the astonishment to find out who her companion really was, by his kisses, always more profound, by his hands, that had set to explore her body for good and created very powerful sensations in her, much more powerful than through their link.
“Yes, it’s me, my love. At least, I will be able to make you appreciate those caresses you liked so much in your dreams.”
“But I … we …”
“We’ll speak later, my love. Let us revel in us being together first.”
Above all, let me take you to my bedroom and make love to you all night, Malko thought very lowly so that she wouldn’t hear him. He knew that she would be more powerful than him very quickly and able to fathom him out easily, but tonight, he could still conceal his intentions, just long enough not to scare her. He hoped that she would be intoxicated enough by his caresses not to protest when she realised that he had no intention of stopping before he’d made her his.
His strokes became insistent; she was so taken in a whirlpool of emotions and sensations that she didn’t even notice that he had Apparated them both in his rooms.
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Hermione felt marvellous. She was fulfilled by Severus’ embrace, as always, and knew that the oncoming Summer would celebrate her entrance in the world of the grown-up. She still hadn’t decided what she would do the next year; she wanted to savour her holiday with the man whom she loved. She wanted to make the most of the Silvery Circle, to better know the other surviving Lendoren couples. She knew that she and Severus, as well as Malko and Emma, were the new generation of Lendoren. Lendoren couples were usually formed during a brief period of time, four of five years. Then, no new couples would appear for around twenty years. All the companions were there, Severus included. Erich was the youngest, he was nineteen, and Malko with his twenty-four years the second eldest, just after Severus,. When seven Lendoren women would be born, the generation would be complete. Seven future friends for Hermione would exist. She knew her friendship with Harry, Ron and Ginny would always hold a special place in her heart, but from now on, her home was the Silvery Circle.
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In another wing of the castle, blond hair rested on a male chest. Words of tenderness were whispered in the moonlight. Malko had patiently vanquished every barrier erected by Emma’s shyness to take her on the path to pleasure. The words became sparse as the girl fell asleep in her companion’s arms.
Answer to reviews:
catysmon: I'm very sorry for the delay.
sheedy: thanks to you for reading. You are what makes worth all this work in translation.
Ms.Nomdeplume: thank you. Translating isn't as easy as it seems. Actually, I think I do better when I write an original story in English than when I translate.
crescentmoon: thank you!
MB 3: I hope you didn't find the delay unbearable.
Citten: Hi Citten! I'm so very sorry for the delay. Here is he last chapter but one.