Claim for Life

Disclaimer, I do not own these characters and I am not making money from this. This is by a fan for fans, so fans, enjoy.
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Chapter 9

Lunchtime found an impatient Ginny Weasley waiting for Hermione outside of the Headmaster’s office. When Hermione arrived 5 minutes after the bell went, signaling the end of morning classes, Ginny let out a long suffering, “Finally!” before turning to the gargoyles and giving the password. Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes at the younger girls antics, but stepped up on to the rotating staircase that lead up to the Professor Dumbledore’s office. Hermione lifted her hand to knock on the oak door, but before her knuckles could come in contact with the door it opened.

“Ahh, Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, right on time I see. Come have a seat please. Lemon drop?” Dumbledore held out the dish of candies to the two girls. Hermione politely refused, but Ginny snatched a candy and popped it into her mouth, “Now, what was it you wished to speak to me about?” he asked as they settled themselves into the chairs on the opposite side of the desk.

“Well, um I’m not sure where to begin,” Hermione faltered.

“In such cases I usually find it best to start at the beginning,” Dumbledore answered, the twinkle dancing in his eyes. There was no doubt in either Hermione’s or Ginny’s minds that Dumbledore knew exactly whey they were there.

“Alright then,” and with that Hermione launched into her tale, leaving out the details of her dreams as well as her encounter with Blaise, and with who she now assumed to be Draco, the night before, Ginny adding a few words here and there. When she finished the tale both she and Ginny looked at the Headmaster expectantly.

He regarded the girls silently for a minute before speaking, “As you have figured so much out on your own I can divulge the fact that you are absolutely correct in your assumptions.”

Both Gryffindor’s jaws dropped and they shared a look, “So you mean,” Hermione gulped, “that I really am destined to spend the rest of my life with Malfoy and Zabini?” She tried to make herself sound worried and scandalized, but she couldn’t fully hide the deep rooted glee that flared at this revelation.

“You are, Miss Granger. By the way, I have already taken the liberty of talking to Mme. Pince, you will have access to all of the books on Veelas and their mates we have in the library. I do believe that Mme Pince has already selected some of the best texts and put them aside for you to peruse at your own speed.”

“So you did know about this all along!” Ginny exclaimed.

Dumbledore chuckled, “I have known about Mr. Zabini since he was born. Mr. Malfoy was a bit of a shock when I first heard I must admit, but those tales are not for me to tell. Now, this cannot be an easy revelation for your Miss Granger, I am more than aware of the animosity that exists between yourself and Mr. Malfoy, but fate works in strange ways and I am convinced that this situation will work our for the best, never fear.”

Hermione nodded silently, digesting the information and assurances, “Headmaster, what about the war, Malfoy isn’t a Death Eater, is he?”

Dumbledore shook his head, “I spoke to both Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini earlier this week. They have both declared themselves neutral in this conflict. I should tell you that they know of your involvement and are not too happy about it. Mr. Zabini has asked you be dismissed from the Order of the Phoenix.”

Hermione was astounded, “Now wait a minute, where does he get the idea that he can just order my life around like that. I mean, he hasn’t even told me about this yet! He just keeps playing with my mind!” Hermione raged. Ginny was equally perturbed with the revelation.

“Mr. Zabini is the initiator in this triad, and when it comes to triad bindings the one who initiates usually remains the dominant one of the group. I’m telling you this to help you Miss Granger, you are important to the Order, and not just because of our association with Harry. Many members have come to rely on your exceptional research skills, and indomitable spirit and never ending courage. You belong with us, as you proved over the last few months,” the twinkle in the old man’s eyes dulled slightly as he remembered the long and bloody two months that made up the summer vacation, her, Harry, Ron and Ginny had been in many scuffles, sometimes barely making it out alive, “I recommend you find out all you can on Veelas and bonding, especially concerning triads so are not compromised. Veelas are possessive, over-protective and jealous creatures, and unless you want to spend the rest of your life locked away from the world,” his tone was pleasant, but the seriousness of his warning stuck, “Now, was there anything else you wished to discuss?”

“Do you know when Malfoy and Zabini are planning to make their next move?” Hermione queried.

“That I sadly do not know,” Dumbledore lamented, “Though I doubt it will be long, they are both anxious to have you with them.”

Hermione nodded and glanced at Ginny, “One last thing Professor, why didn’t you tell me of this before?”

“It was not my place. I had hoped Mr. Zabini and Mr. Malfoy would have approached you to speak to you before you came in search of me, but I am not surprised to see you here before they gathered their courage. They are terrified you will reject them, though they would likely never admit to that,” the Headmaster explained.

“Thank you for verifying this with us Professor. If you’ll excuse me I would like to go speak to Mme. Pince about these books she’s put aside for me.” Hermione’s mind was swimming, it was true, she was to be mated to two people who had hated her for six ears, and the most confusing part was she was ecstatic about it. It wasn’t going to be easy, but then again, nothing that’s really worth the time did come easy.

“Oh, one last thing Miss Granger, Miss Weasley,” Dumbledore asked suddenly, the twinkle back in his eyes full force, “how is that article for Witch Weekly coming along? The one one the imorrality of love potions?”

Ginny let out a short laugh, while Hermione grinned, “Excellent Professor, I actually intend to owl it this evening after dinner.”

“Then I think it would be best for you two to return those books on lust potions and spells to the library, Mme. Pince was quite perturbed at how many you checked out.” He stated, his eyes dancing.

“Will do Professor, if I have any more questions or concerns…” Hermione started.

“…You can visit me any time.” Dumbledore smiled.

“Thank you, sir” and with that Ginny and Hermione departed the cluttered and interesting office.

As soon as they passed the gargoyles Ginny spun around to face Hermione and squealed, “Gods Hermione! This is amazing. The entire female population of the school, and some of the guys, are going to be so jealous when this becomes common knowledge.”

“Probably, which is why I don’t want it to become public knowledge for a while yet. Not until after the bonding, not until after I tell Harry and Ron…and my parents! How the hell am I suppose to tell them I am part of a magical triad with 2 men?!”

“I don’t envy you that task, though I do suppose it will be easier than trying to tell 6 brothers.” Ginny shrugged, and Hermione groaned, “Don’t worry, ‘Mione, just tell them you don’t have any control over it and that the guys are both rich, that should calm them down long enough to listen and get to know your boys.”

“I think I am going to put that at the end of my to do list,” Hermione muttered, causing Ginny to burst into more peals of laughter as they headed towards the Head Dorms and the library.

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Lunch was nearly over when Ginny and Hermione made their way into the Great Hall, they both glanced over to the Slytherin table, seeing both Draco and Blaise eyeing them intently. Both girls gave them unreadable smiles before turning towards the other side of the hall. Ron and Harry were still sitting at the Gryffindor table waiting for the girls so they could try to pry a bit more information out of them about their meeting with Dumbledore. The girls sat down, brightly greeting their friends, and dug into the slightly cold chicken wings, potatoes and soup that had been that day’s lunch, casually about school, professors and the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend.

“So are you two going to tell us what happened at your meeting with Dumbledore?” Ron asked frowning as the girls both rolled their eyes.

“We told you before Ron,” Ginny scolded, “when Hermione has it all figured out she will tell you.”

Ron glared at his sister before turning back to the brunette, “Hermione?” he implored.

“All I am going to say right now is that Dumbledore gave me the go ahead. If I am lucky I will be able to tell you soon, but for now please, please, please don’t worry about it or pester me about it?” Hermione included Harry in this plea. Both boys reluctantly agreed.

“Alright Mione, under one condition though. During our study period this afternoon we’re not allowed to go anywhere near the library, deal?” Harry smirked, Ginny and Ron watched Hermione curiously to see if she would give up the chance to visit her sanctuary.

“Alright deal!” Hermione replied without hesitation, smiling at the identical grins on both Harry and Ron’s faces, “Where are we going to go?”

“How about we go sit by the lake, we’ll even bring our homework out, no guarantees about doing any of it though,” Harry bargained with a wink.

“I can’t believe you boys are still going to just wait until the last minute to finish all your homework again, we have NEWTs this year, we have to be prepared!” Hermione declared, causing the other three to start snickering at the age old complaint.

“Aww, come on Mione, loosen up. We don’t have the same drive you do for boring topics and useless essays,” Ron pouted, causing Hermione to glare at him.

“Regardless, you should at least read the assignments before the day they are due, I’m not going to be able to help you as much this year because of my Head Girl duties and such, and I don’t want you two to fall behind just because I’m not there to hold your hands!” She exclaimed fervently. She reached out to grab another chicken wing but the food melted off the table before she could secure it. She sighed and then wiped her hands on her napkin, “I guess this means lunch is over,” she said listlessly.

“Don’t worry we’ll go grab something from the kitchens, we haven’t been by to say hello to Dobby yet this year,” Harry suggested, Hermione brightened at the suggestion.

Ginny looked at Harry’s watch and sighed, “I guess I had better get going to Charms.” She said, “The kitchens are that way, walk with me?” she asked and the others nodded. They grabbed their bags and followed Ginny out of the hall.

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Blaise and Draco did not miss the Head Girl’s late entrance to the hall, nor did the miss the absence of the Headmaster at the Head Table. When lunch ended and the Golden Trio plus Ginny made their way out of the Great Hall Draco turned to Blaise, “Should we follow them, or do should we finish the potion?”

Blaise thought for a moment before replying, “She’s probably just dragging Potter and the Wonder Weasel to the library, we can catch up with them later. Potter will keep Weasel under control.”

“Where did Weasel get the idea he was good enough for her anyway?” Draco asked with a sneer as they left the Great Hall.

Blaise shrugged, “Who knows, maybe poverty has made him delusional.” Draco laughed.

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Anthony watched Hermione exit the Great Hall with her friends and head towards the Charms corridor from the shadow of a coat of armor.

‘Must be heading to the library,’ he thought to himself, ‘Predictable little chit, and her pathetic friends. Weasley only passed because she did his homework for him, and Potter was hardly any better.’ He decided to take the scenic route to the library, thinking of sneaking up on her in one of the dark corners she liked to disappear to and make his intentions clear and unavoidable. He would have her, and nothing was going to stop him. He was about to leave when Malfoy and Zabini came strutting out of the Great Hall, he waited for them to move out of sight, laughing to himself at Zabini’s comment about Weasley, before stepping out of his hiding spot and made his way to the library at a leisurely pace.

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Hermione and Ron stood in the entrance way of the kitchen, surrounded by elves trying to push another entire meal upon them. Harry had offered to walk Ginny right to her class, promised to meet up with Hermione and Ron in the kitchens and walked off hand in hand with the fiery red head, laughing at a joke she made about Professor Snape. Neither Hermione nor Ron had made a sound since Harry had left them until they stepped into the kitchen, it had been awkward to say the least.

“Missus Hermione! Master Ron! What can Dobby do you today, Missus and Master?” Dobby squealed upon seeing his hero’s best friends.

“I was just a bit late for lunch, Dobby, would I be able to get a sandwich to eat while I study?” Hermione asked, politely.

“Oh yes! Of course Missus!” Dobby exclaimed, and another elf popped in front of them holding a plate full of sandwiches out to Hermione, who grabbed a napkin and quickly wrapped up two of the sandwiches, thanking the house elf profusely. Dobby then turned to Ron, “Does Harry Potter’s most trusted friend require anything?”

“Got any good sweets today Dobby?” Ron asked with a grin.

“Ron!” Hermione scolded, “You just had lunch, you can’t need sweets now!”

“These aren’t all for now, ‘Mione,” Ron reasoned, “some are for later.” Hermione rolled her eyes. A house elf named Dinly handed Ron a bag full of an assortment of pasties and chocolates, making sure to let him know there was plenty more if he wished it.

“Well I’ll make sure to come back when this runs out,” Ron said, smiling down at the ecstatic elf.

“Does Master and Missus need anything else?” Dobby asked eagerly.

“No thank you Dobby, but if you would like to wait with us Harry should be here soon.” Hermione said to the elf, who immediately began dancing and yelling in glee that the Great Harry Potter was coming to visit him again. Hermione smiled at the elf’s antics and looked up at Ron who was regarding her with a serious look on his face.

Hermione’s smile faltered, “What’s up, Ron?” She asked.

“Why did we break up Hermione? We were so good together.” Ron asked, a faint note of desperation tainting his voice.

“Please Ron, not this again. We weren’t good together, we’re better off as friends,” Hermione pleaded.

“You don’t mean that,” Ron said, taking a step forward, his eyes blazing with lust, “You want to know what I think?” he asked her, moving steadily towards her like a predator, “I think you’re just scared. Scared to commit, of what I could make you feel, of losing the last of your innocence.” He reached out to brush a piece of hair from her face, but she jerked away.

“Ron, don’t.”

“Come on, Hermione, you want this as much as I do.” He reached for her again and when she tried to pull away again he pounced, grabbing her wrists pulling her close to him. He slammed his mouth down on to hers and shoved his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, while Hermione struggled in his grasp. His kiss was nothing like Blaise or Draco’s soft, passionate, lustful kisses. Ron’s was hard and cruel. It was a strange contradiction that she didn’t have time to appreciate fully in the moment. She tried to push him away, to hit and kick up, but he had pushed her up against the wall, pinning on leg between her legs. Most of the elves had gone back to doing their chores after Hermione and Ron had thanked them for their food, but Dobby and Dinly were still there and unsure of what to do. Dinly aparated away to seek help.

Finally Hermione had enough of Ron’s clumsy attack and clenched her teeth down on Ron’s tongue, breaking through the skin. Ron jumped off her as if she was on fire, holding his mouth.

“You fucking bitch!” He exclaimed, launching himself at shaken girl again, his fist raised. Hermione dodged the punch and ducked around the red head. Ron’s fist came into contact with the wall with a Crack! He yelped and pulled it to him, cradling it with his other arm, he turned to Hermione and snarled.

“Master Ron!” Dobby wailed, “What is you doing, sir? Sir shouldn’t hurt Missus Hermione!”

“Back off Dobby,” Ron growled, “This is between Hermione and myself.” He launched himself at Hermione again, but this time he found himself being thrown back into the wall.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, Ron?” An outraged Harry Potter said from the entrance the kitchen, his wand raised and pointed at his short tempered friend. Now the attention of every house elf in the kitchen was on the humans.

“The fucking bitch bit me,” Ron spat.

Harry raised his eyebrows and turned to Hermione, “What happened ‘Mione?” he asked.

Ron cut in, “Oh, of course you ask her! You’ve always taken her side! I’m supposed to be your best friend, the gods be damned. Hermione belongs with me, by my side, as my girl! And you know it! I just need to convince her that there is no one else for her but me!” Ron was becoming hysterical. Hermione looked at Harry, clearly terrified of this sudden change within their friend. Harry was just as confused.

“Calm down, Ron,” Harry said calmly, trying to placate the volatile red head, “You’re not going to be able to convince anyone of anything if you don’t calm down.”

“Fuck off, Harry,” Ron bit out, “Hermione and I are soul mates, we belong together. Just like you and Ginny. That’s the way it’s suppose to be, see. You and Ginny, me and Hermione. Together forever. We’ll fight this war together and after you defeat You-Know-Who we’ll settle down and have families and our kids will be best friends just like we are.” There was a maniacal look in Ron’s eyes.

Hermione gasped. Is that really what Ron thought? How long did he have this planned out and why was he so obsessed with her? She knew he was wrong, her soul mates were Draco and Blaise, but she couldn’t tell him now, not like this, when he’s so close to losing it already.

Ron lunged again, trying to maneuver passed Harry. When Harry side stepped and blocked Ron’s move, Ron brought his fist up again and aimed a punch at the raven haired boy. That was when Dobby stepped into the foray.

“You will not hurt Harry Potter!” Dobby declared before using his magic to throw Ron to the other side of the kitchen and bind him with ropes, including a gag. Ron struggled against the bonds and screamed against the gag but he couldn’t release himself.

Harry turned around and put an arm around a shivering Hermione, who leaned into her friend for comfort. “Thank you, Dobby,” he said.

“Your welcome Harry Potter. But Dobby does not understand. Dobby thought that Master Ron and Missus Hermione were friends, and that Master Ron was Harry Potter’s friend, why did he attack you sir?” Dobby queried.

“I don’t know Dobby.” Harry said quietly. He paused for a moment before speaking again, “Dobby, I want you to promise me that if you ever see someone attack Hermione again you will protect her as you just protected me. Can you do that?”

“Oh yes, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby will protect your friend. Dobby is sorry he did not act sooner. Should Dobby punish himself sir?” Dobby asked, pitifully.

Hermione’s breath caught and she tensed when she heard that, but she relaxed at Harry’s next words, “No Dobby, I have told you, and I am pretty sure Professor Dumbledore has told you, that you are not to punish yourself anymore. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir, Harry Potter, sir,” Dobby replied, and saluted the boy he idolized, “Dobby thinks Dinly went to find Professor Dumbledore, sir, he should be here soon.”

Harry smiled at the elf, “Excellent, Dobby. My thanks to you and Dinly.” Dobby preened at the compliment, puffing out his small chest with pride. Harry turned to Hermione, “’Mione, are you ok? What happened?”

Hermione looked up into the concerned eyes of her friend, “Can we talk later?” She asked softly, glancing over towards Ron, who was glaring at them as he struggled with his bindings. Harry followed her gaze and nodded.

“Do you want to wait for Dumbledore, or do you want to leave now?” He asked, softly.

“No need, Harry.” Dumbledore said from behind the teen, “I’m sure I can get a full and detailed story from the elves.” He eyed Hermione sympathetically for a moment, “Are you hurt Miss Granger?”

Hermione shook her head, “No, not really.”

“Very well,” Dumbledore nodded gravely, “I suggest you two go make use of the rest of your study period, and if you are not feeling up to it you are not required to attend anymore classes today. I will deal with Mr. Weasley.” He said, the twinkle gone from his eyes.

Harry nodded and gently clasped onto Hermione’s arm, leading her out of the kitchen. He looked back and saw the frantic and desperate look on Ron’s face as they left, and shook his head wondering what had happened to the boy he thought he knew so well. Hermione refused to look back as they left and was soon pulling Harry towards the Head Dorms, on the verge of tears.

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Draco and Blaise had just finished adding their blood to their potion, watching it flare up and turn a metallic green colour, signifying success when they felt a strange uncomfortable tingling shoot through their bodies. Draco, confused, looked at Blaise about to ask if the dark boy had felt it, but the words died on his lips as he noticed the play of emotions dancing on Blaise’s face. First, he went pale, then anger and concern colored his face as he grabbed his robe and wand and headed for the door. Draco followed his example.

As they glided through the halls, post haste, Draco turned to Blaise, “What’s wrong? Is it Hermione?” Blaise nodded once. His violet eyes were glowing and he was sniffing the air, seeking out the Head Girl, but he couldn’t determine her location within the castle.

“Lets check the library first, if she’s not there we’ll try something else.” He stated, as he picked up his pace slightly and swept down the History corridor, stepped behind a tapestry and jogged down a secret passage, Draco not a step behind.

When they reached the library, they burst in, slamming the doors and earning a warning “Shhh!” from the librarian. They glanced at each other, then split up, marching in opposite directions and weaving in amongst the shelves searching for their distraught mate. After a few minutes of searching they came to the conclusion that Hermione wasn’t there. Blaise cursed at himself for not following the girl after lunch, her life was turning out to be a lot more dangerous than Blaise had originally anticipated. As they left the library and turned towards the Head Dorms they felt the tingling reside, the only reminder as a faint prickling that danced up and down their spines. She was safe and recovering from what ever had attacked her. They knew she wasn’t hurt physically, but they could sense her mental instability, and they were not happy.

When they arrived at the Head Dorms there was no one there, and Hermione’s scent was about an hour old. Draco growled and began pacing the hall while Blaise regarded the portrait for a while, concentrating on his hearing, trying to find his mates voice somewhere within the castle. He didn’t hear her voice, but he did hear two sets of footsteps approaching fast, and he caught a whiff, of Hermione’s heavenly aroma coming closer. He grabbed Draco’s arm stilling him, before pulling him up to the portrait and muttering the password. He muttered a modified memory charm at the paintings occupant as the door closed so she wouldn’t remember admitting the boys to the room. Blaise glanced at the two doors that lead to the bedrooms and stepped towards the left one, where Hermione’s scent was strongest. He pulled Draco into the room then glanced around for a hiding place, knowing they hadn’t the time to examine the surroundings. There would be plenty of time for that later. They heard the portrait open from the common room, and the Hermione’s scent filled the suite. The footsteps continued up to the Head Girls Room.

Blaise grabbed Draco who was staring straight at the door and not moving and pulled him into the closet by the door, closing the door just in time for a distressed Hermione and a concerned Harry Potter to enter the room. Hermione walked across the room and sat down on the window ledge, resting her head on the glass. Harry watched her tentatively from the door before walking up and sitting beside her.

“Are you ok, ‘Mione?” he asked, seeing the tears pooling in her eyes.

“I will be,” she relied, her voice shaky even when articulating only three words. Blaise and Draco exchanged a look, what exactly had happened? And where was the Weasel?

“Can I know what happened?” Harry asked, slowly, not wanting to end up with a sobbing and incoherent Hermione, he reached out and grasped her hands firmly, and rubbing them softly and rhythmically, in an attempt to soothe her frazzled nerves.

Hermione looked up at her friend, his concerned eyes seeming a bit larger than was natural through his glasses; a tear leaked out of the side of her eye, “He attacked me.” She whispered, half to herself, half to Harry. The Veela in her closet tensed and narrowed their eyes, whoever had attacked their mate would pay.

Harry waited patiently for Hermione to speak again, he knew she would tell him when she was ready. Hermione took a few more deep breaths before continuing.

“I don’t really know what happened, we were getting food from the house elves, Dobby was so excited you were going to be coming down to visit him,” she smiled at her green eyed friend before her face hardened again. She told him the entire tale, up to Harry’s own entrance, her voice devoid of any emotions, though there was a steady path of tears running down her face the entire time. Harry squeezed her hands reassuringly when she told him about the forced kiss. When she finished talking she looked up at her friend, the look of devastation and fear on her face was too much for Harry to handle, especially as she broke into tears. He wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled her close, rocking her back and forth, petting her hair, and cooing soothing nothings into her ear as she cried onto his shoulder.

Slowly Hermione began to calm down. She took a few deep breathes, savoring the smooth scent of Blaise and Draco that hung in the air. She froze for a second. Where did their smell come from? She brushed it off, thinking the scent had only become stronger because of her distress, a comfort mechanism of sorts. Anyway, she was grateful for it. She pulled back from Harry, gently disentangling herself from his arms. She wiped her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her robe and smiled up at her friend.

“Thank you Harry,” she said, “for everything.”

Harry smiled down at her, “No problem, what are friends for?”

Hermione smiled back then looked at her clock, and standing up. “Come on Harry, it’s almost time for class.”

“Your joking right?” Harry asked, astounded, “You do remember Dumbledore telling us we don’t have to go to classes for the rest of the afternoon right?”

“That was only if we felt unable to go,” Hermione retorted, “I don’t know about you but I have no desire to miss a lesson for no good reason, now lets go!” she ordered.

Harry shook his head, dumbfounded, before rising from the window ledge, grabbing his bag and following Hermione out of the room.

As soon as they heard the main portrait being closed Draco and Blaise stumbled out of Hermione’s small closet. They were seething. Ronald Weasley was going to pay. Draco wanted to kill the volatile git, but Blaise thought that was too easy. He wanted to break every bone in the red heads body and then leave him in the Forbidden Forest for the wild animals to finish off. Draco had almost burst through the closet door when Harry had put his arms around Hermione, but Blaise had been able to hold him back. They had learned a lot today, but most important was that Ron Weasley was a threat that had to be dealt with and that Harry Potter was apparently trust worthy enough to be around their mate. They had smelt no arousal coming from the Boy-Who-Lived as he comforted Hermione, a fact that helped keep both boys in control until they were again alone in the room.

“Good thing we’re making our next move tonight,” Blaise stated as he examine the room, there was an appalling amount of red in the room. The walls were deep red, with oak trim, the carpet was a deep burgundy, the furniture was all made of oak, and the king sized four poster bed had red sheer curtains, inside of heavy red velvet curtains. The sheets were red with gold embroidery, and the pillows were gold and black.

“So we’re definitely sleeping in my room once we’ve bonded,” Draco stated as he looked around the room distastefully.

“Agreed.” Was Blaise’s simple response, “Come on, we need to get to class. The packages will be arriving not long after.” With that Draco and Blaise crept out of the room, casting another charm on the portrait as they left.
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New Authors Note: Reviews make me want to write more.

So, here's the scoop, I jiggled the laptop cord a bit and I can kind of get it working. I was also able to transfer the story to my desktop, even though it doesn't have internet. I have ordered a new cord and hopefully i will be able to keep this one working until the new one comes in. I'm still writing, I'm not giving up, I still don't know how this is story is going to end but that hasn't exactly stopped me yet.

Thanks to everyone who is reading, I will keep up the postings. Ciao!

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Old Authors Note:

So the power cord on my laptop appears to have broken.... so I'm on a limited battery and a limited budget, when I get paid I will order a new one, but I don't know how long that is going to take to come in. I'm not giving up on this story, I will try to transfer it to my desk top, I don't know if I will be able to write as much, cause I don't like using it as much, I will still try to update as much as possible, this is really annoying, and of course it happens now, right when I found a bit of new inspiration.

So, sorry to all readers, everything I own just seems to be breaking, including my laptop. Sigh. Well, until the next chapter is finished and I find a way to post it, au revoir!

~Cassandra D