Life is Strange
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,675
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Life is but a...
In an instant, her head rocked back hard against the couch. When she opened her stunned eyes, she saw the concerned faces of Ginny and Neville peering down at her. Quickly she stumbled to her feet, trying to brush down her clothes, her mind spinning as to how to somehow explain the insanity of what Ginny and Neville must somehow have seen... only to glance about her and see Ron and Harry still on the couch, their eyes closed and chests heaving erratically. Ron was moaning and Harry hands grasped the air convulsively.
“Just sit down, get your breath, you're ok...” came Ginny's soft whispers as Hermione began to panic.
“Nothing happened except some lowly second years..” and here she glanced coldly at two boys sniggering by the fire, “decided to test out some kind of dream charm on you and the others.”
Seeing Hermione stunned but awake, Neville lumbered over to the offenders, and ordered them to tell him what charm they had cast. The boys began to laugh hysterically, clutching each other. That is until Ginny walked calmly over to them, whipped out her want, and mumbled something beneath her breath. The smaller of the two boys began to instantly whine like a teakettle as his ears began to grow...and grow... and grow....
“What did you do to my brother and his friends?” she said sweetly as the other boy watched his friend becoming more elephantine by the second.
“Stop!” he shouted, “It's nothing. Just a charm to ...” here he had the somewhat grace to look embarrassed, “Just a charm to make sure you have good dreams.” He gulped and said quietly, “Very, very good dreams.”
With an exclamation of disgust, Ginny pushed both boys up the stairs towards their rooms. “Get out of here before I decide to do something more serious to you.”
“But what about Henry?” protested the boy as he tripped over his friends ears.
“You're so talented at charms, figure it out yourselves,” the red head snarled as she turned back to the couch.
Neville was bending over Ron, and trying to wake him up by shaking his shoulders. Hermione had removed herself to a nearby stool, her hands over her face. Ginny couldn't tell if her friend was laughing or crying. But imagining the kind of dream she must have had thanks to those miscreants, it could easily be either.
For several more minutes both Ginny and Neville tried unsuccessfully to wake up both boys. Ginny was getting more than a little disturbed by the sounds they were making.
Suddenly she felt a tap at her shoulder. Hermione slowly pushed her friend out of the way, and Ginny shushed Neville who was shouting in Harry's ears, pointing to Hermione with a finger over his lips. They backed away as Hermione leaned down, placing one of her hands on each boy's knee.
“Harry, Ron,” she whispered softly.
Ginny decided that discretion was the better part of valor. She hurried up to her own room, hoping she would somehow be able to speak to her three friends someday without seeing the last few moments that had just occurred. Both boys had gone instantaneously rigid and Neville had thrown pillows over their laps as soon as he could. But not before she and Hermione had seen the messy physical affect of her words and gentle touch.
Good dreams, indeed.
“Just sit down, get your breath, you're ok...” came Ginny's soft whispers as Hermione began to panic.
“Nothing happened except some lowly second years..” and here she glanced coldly at two boys sniggering by the fire, “decided to test out some kind of dream charm on you and the others.”
Seeing Hermione stunned but awake, Neville lumbered over to the offenders, and ordered them to tell him what charm they had cast. The boys began to laugh hysterically, clutching each other. That is until Ginny walked calmly over to them, whipped out her want, and mumbled something beneath her breath. The smaller of the two boys began to instantly whine like a teakettle as his ears began to grow...and grow... and grow....
“What did you do to my brother and his friends?” she said sweetly as the other boy watched his friend becoming more elephantine by the second.
“Stop!” he shouted, “It's nothing. Just a charm to ...” here he had the somewhat grace to look embarrassed, “Just a charm to make sure you have good dreams.” He gulped and said quietly, “Very, very good dreams.”
With an exclamation of disgust, Ginny pushed both boys up the stairs towards their rooms. “Get out of here before I decide to do something more serious to you.”
“But what about Henry?” protested the boy as he tripped over his friends ears.
“You're so talented at charms, figure it out yourselves,” the red head snarled as she turned back to the couch.
Neville was bending over Ron, and trying to wake him up by shaking his shoulders. Hermione had removed herself to a nearby stool, her hands over her face. Ginny couldn't tell if her friend was laughing or crying. But imagining the kind of dream she must have had thanks to those miscreants, it could easily be either.
For several more minutes both Ginny and Neville tried unsuccessfully to wake up both boys. Ginny was getting more than a little disturbed by the sounds they were making.
Suddenly she felt a tap at her shoulder. Hermione slowly pushed her friend out of the way, and Ginny shushed Neville who was shouting in Harry's ears, pointing to Hermione with a finger over his lips. They backed away as Hermione leaned down, placing one of her hands on each boy's knee.
“Harry, Ron,” she whispered softly.
Ginny decided that discretion was the better part of valor. She hurried up to her own room, hoping she would somehow be able to speak to her three friends someday without seeing the last few moments that had just occurred. Both boys had gone instantaneously rigid and Neville had thrown pillows over their laps as soon as he could. But not before she and Hermione had seen the messy physical affect of her words and gentle touch.
Good dreams, indeed.