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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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WARNING: Pansy flirting with Ron, Hermione and Draco making calf eyes at each other, Harry having a drool moment over Snape. Snape being just a little softer.
Disclaimer: We have no claim on Harry Potter nor any characters or locations thereof. We gain only amusement from writing this.
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Hermione straightened her simple pale purple sweater, smoothed her hands down the thighs of her jeans, and made sure that she was as neat and tidy as she could possibly be before she went to join Ron, Harry and Neville as they headed to the Great Hall for the inter-house unity party. She and the boys had worked so hard to make sure things were just right. Nothing too much like any one of the houses, the colors of the decorations actually went through the entire spectrum in a constantly shifting kalidoscope of shapes and light, the food was simple finger food from every corner of the globe, the seating, rather than the normal tables, were large cushions, chaise lounges, and small mounds of pillows in rainbows of colors inviting people to simply sink down into them. Even the casual clothing requirement was stipulated to make everyone feel more comfortable and more likely to relax. She just hoped it would work.
They reached the Great Hall's welcoming open doors and she smiled brightly at the sight that met her. Groups of people were arranged in various seating areas and every group was comprised of mixed and mingled houses. She chuckled when she saw Luna Lovegood, dressed in a bright yellow sundress with a furry pink shawl around her shoulders, holding court with a wide eyed group of younger years who she was probably warning about Nargles. Hermione heard Neville sigh just behind her and waved him ahead. "Go on then, join your sweetheart."
He gave her a thankful nod then made his way over to Luna, pulling a wild pink petaled flower out of no where and handing it to her with an affectionate smile.
The Gryffindor prefect chuckled again. "They're really sweet together." She saw Professor McGonagall in a long brown skirt and simple red sweater talking with Professor Sprout, then did a double take when she saw Snape glaring balefully from a corner. "Er...am I seeing things or is Snape actually wearing...color?"
"Blimey, he is." Ron sounded shocked and he was almost gaping at the sight of the dungeon bat, that didn't look at all like a bat at the moment.
Harry didn't say anything but his stomach did that weird floppy thing again as he looked at Snape. The green of his shirt gave his pale skin color too and it clung to him, showing that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the Potions Master's physique. The soft gray slacks showed off the man's long legs and Harry felt an urge to wipe his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans. Looking at Snape he felt underdressed in his black denims and fitting t-shirt.
Ron was still gaping. "I don't know whether to be impressed or truly terrified." He whispered.
Hagrid walked by in a bright pink leisure suit and Harry's eyes actually burned. "Now that's scary."
Hermione shuddered. "Well at least he's confident enough to wear pink proudly." She continued to look round and her gaze caught the silver blond glint of Malfoy's hair and then her mouth went dry. The Slytherin prince was rather striking in the simple black turtleneck and slacks, apparently knowing how to play the contrast with his coloring. He was in a group with a few Ravenclaws, a Hufflepuff or two, and was seeming to stand guard over Pansy along with Blaise Zabini, who for all his classic prettiness, was completely overshadowed by Draco from Hermione's point of view. She wasn't even aware of the soft, "Oh my," that came from her mouth.
Ron opened his mouth so say something to her but Harry's elbow in his side shut him up and he locked eyes on Pansy instead who looked very, very nice in his eyes. Straightening the collar of his blue button down shirt he moved over to say hello and ask how she was doing.
Draco looked up and saw Hermione, silver gray eyes lit with appreciation at the way the soft purple sweater clung to her curves. He gave her dazzling smile over Pansy's head.
Another, "oh my," came from the Gryffindor girl and she could almost hear Harry chuckling in amusement behind her. As one of the ones who'd arranged this party she felt it was her duty to go mingle and sort of nudge people together but she would really much rather go over to Draco's group at the moment. A gentle nudge came from behind her and she heard Harry's reassuring voice in her ear.
"Go on, go over there." Harry gave her another nudge. "You have done enough with the planning and decoration, now go and have fun. I'll promise I'll be a good boy, mingling and smiling and making sure that things will run smoothly." He smiled at her and motioned for her to go.
She wrinkled her nose at him but did as he suggested and headed over, hearing Pansy's sharp and cool tones reply to Ron and almost wanting to laugh at the way Zabini continued to be a guard dog over the Slytherin girl, despite knowing that Ron was certainly the last person who'd hurt her. Hermione came to a stop just in front of Draco, a smile on her face as she met his eyes. "So, what do you think?" She gestured to the Hall.
"I like it." But Draco let his eyes travel over her instead of over the room. "It would have been very easy for this to become gaudy and tasteless but it's really, really nice. More fairytale mood than rainbow having thrown up." He gave her an amused smile, hoping that she'd know that this was as close to an honest compliment that he would come.
Now she did laugh. "Good. I was worried about the latter being an issue. Especially considering Ron's comment when I first showed him the banners." She shot her friend a teasing glare, remembering his 'Cor it looks like a unicorn farted all over it' joke.
"Oh dear, please don't tell me I share humor with Weasley..." Draco gave a mock shudder but his smile stayed in place. "No really you have done a great job here and I think all of the student body appreciates it." Draco held out his arm. "May I offer you my arm and escort you to get something to drink?" He looked around and chuckled when his eyes landed on Weasley who was slowly backing into a wall, looking scared out of his mind. "Oh look at that, it looks as if Daphne has caught sight of something to her liking." Daphne Greengrass was closing in on Ron, looking very pleased with herself.
Hermione took his arm, not feeling the slightest bit sympathetic for her friend considering his rather dogish behavior in the past. It was about time he was on the receiving end. "He'll be fine. Besides it's about time he learned how to talk to girls with backbone." She sent a scathing glance over at Lavender Brown. "There aren't too many about in Gryffindor but don't tell anyone I said that."
"No worries, you're not telling me anything I wasn't already aware of." Draco managed to look extremely arrogant as he lead Hermione across the hall to where the drinks were set up. Besides I'm a Slytherin, we can keep secrets before we even learn to speak."
She lifted a brow. "Well it would be difficult not to seeing as if you're an infant who can't speak your options for communicating secrets are limited."
Pansy smirked at the Gryffindor girl's bite, which she knew Draco would more than appreciate, and turned her attention to Daphne and a rather nervous looking Weasel.
Draco grinned. "You have a point there."
Ron was fighting the urge to run his fingers under the collar of his shirt, it felt as if it was fitting way too tight, choking him. Greengrass was looking at him as if she wanted to devour him whole and Ron suddenly had a flashback to second year and his and Harry's meeting with Aragog and his offspring.
"Daphne." A deceptively delicate hand fell onto the girl's shoulder and the other girl turned, showing that Pansy was just behind her. "Give Weasley a little room to breath won't you?" Though her face was pleasant her eyes held a clear message to the other girl, 'My hero, go get your own.' that had Daphne bowing out as gracefully as someone scrambling back could. Leaving Pansy to study Ron's face. "You should be careful. We Slytherin girls can be barracudas."
Already breathing easier since those predatory eyes were gone Ron leaned back against the wall. "So I'm learning." Ron's blue eyes were wide. "Slytherin girls have never given me the time of day before, I'm way out of my league here." He stepped close to the dark haired girl. "Thank you for the rescue, I thought I was gonna get eaten."
She gave him a sly smile. "Well, one good turn deserves another." She moved to semi-lounge against a pillar. "You really should learn how to play in the big leagues now Weasley. You've got the attention of the sharks and barracudas so you're going to have to learn how to swim in dangerous waters." She gave Blaise a 'go play watchdog elsewhere' look, nodding in satisfaction when he went to talk to a Ravenclaw girl.
"Um...I think I'm quite happy staying in the shallow end of the pool." Ron tried his best not to notice the arch of Pansy's long neck as she leaned against the pillar. Now he felt all hot under the collar for a different reason. He had no doubt that Pansy was able to gobble him up in a single bite but funny enough it didn't seen so horrible when it came to her.
Her midnight blue gaze slanted over to him, faint amusement in their depths. "You might be but you'll find that there are a few enterprising sharks," she glanced at Daphne, "and a killer whale or two," this time her gaze found Milicent Bulstrode, "who will go into the shallows and drag you out into deeper water."
Ron paled. "I don't want to become shark bait." He sounded miserable. "Will you protect me?" He looked down at her pixie like features, feeling his ears heat up. He really wasn't sure of what they were discussing but he liked spending time with the Slytherin queen.
Her lips curved a bit wider. "I'll do you one better, I'll teach you." She pointed over at Blaise, who was leaning in close to the ravenclaw, who's face was now a rather fetching crimson. "You see Mr. Suave over there? He's gorgeous and trades on it heavily to overwhelm the teeny minded twits but if he were to go after someone like Granger," she looked over to where Hermione and Draco were chatting and probably trading sharp quips, "she'd have him on his arse in a moment. Not because he can't be charming or sneaky when he chooses, he is a Slytherin after all, but because she's not weak-willed enough to fall for pretty and charming. He's who you don't want to be. Being as you're a Gryffindor, what we'll do is boost your natural confidence," she stepped from the pillar and circled him contemplatively, "keep the gentlemanly attributes, and polish up that uniquely leonine cunning. Have you tried out for the Quidditch team yet?"
Ron nodded dumbly. "I made keeper." He was looking utterly confused. "Are you really going to teach me how to date?" Ron was aware he didn't have the best track record in the world but he didn't think he was that bad.
She chuckled. "Not just date Weasley, I imagine you'd manage just fine on your own if that was all. No," she came to a stop and tapped him right between his collarbones, "I am going to teach you to hold your own with any girl, of any age, in any setting no matter if you want to date her, befriend her, or whatever." She stepped back, satisfied that she'd made her point to the other Slytherin girls around. That little tap had been her putting a claim on the redhead in front of her. The others were welcome to tease him and flirt but no serious moves without Pansy's approval. "So keeper," she nodded, "I thought as much. You're taller but more lean than the twins, who are perfect beaters down to their size, and not sleek enough for a Chaser. Your long reach and slightly bigger body is just right for a keeper. You won't start off well though. Managing to stop the Quaffles in practice is one thing, it's completely different when you play a match. No keeper has ever started off without losing at least three games so it won't do your confidence any good but after you get used to the matches and start catching the Quaffle that'll change. So, we'll start with getting you comfortable being very," she leaned in, "very close to a girl without," she pointed at the flush that spread over his cheeks, "that."
Snape looked around from his brooding post in the corner, just to see if there was any impending trouble, and found himself reluctantly impressed with how well this little plan was actually working. Even his snakes were mingling peacefully and happily, and with Gryffindors no less. He refused to even think about the connection that even he could see growing between his godson and Granger and so he found himself staring at Pansy, making a subtle claim on Weasley that no Slytherin would mistake as anything other than a clear 'he's mine' action. From the redhead's expression and red cheeks he could tell the silly Gryffindor had no idea what the little queen of Slytherin was up to and Snape found himself reluctantly amused. She was going to eat the boy alive and Weasley would have no complaints.
Ron sputtered and turned even redder, he could feel his cheeks and ears burn but he didn't move away from the fascinating, scary and gorgeous girl in front of him.
Harry's cheeks hurt from all the mindless smiling and small talk. He wasn't any good at these sort of things and he hated them with a passion but Hermione deserved the night off. He saw the way she looked at Malfoy and he saw the way that Malfoy looked back, as long as the git looked back in that smitten manner then it was alright, Harry knew that Hermione could handle herself but should the Slytherin do anything at all to hurt her then Harry would hurt him. It was as simple as that. She deserved this night to just be herself and spend some time with the boy she fancied. Harry didn't have anyone special like that so he might as well to the socializing.
After making his rounds around the floor a few times talking to anyone who wanted a word Harry ducked into a corner just so that he could breathe...And get away from a very determined Zacharias Smith, Harry really didn't like that pompous arse but somehow that message had failed to sink in.
"Your self-sacrificing streak, Potter, is a rather pathetic spectacle. Although that it's for one of your close friends rather than a writhing horde of idiots makes it slightly less painful to witness." Snape's voice rolled out from nearby in the corner Harry had sought sanctuary in. He wasn't actually attempting to mock the teenager, surprisingly enough, but to take his mind off the stresses of schmoozing when he could finally see that it was a very unenjoyable activity for the younger brunette. "I do applaud you for seeking sanctuary from Smith however. One can only take so much of that particular brand of idiocy."
Green eyes shot open and Harry turned towards Snape, the man could really blend into the shadows. Harry had not sensed him at all. "Isn't that the truth, the git just can't take a hint." Snape in casual clothing still made Harry's nerves jump and Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to step closer or high tail it out of there. "How is that that people talk so much when they don't really have anything to say?" Harry saw Zacharias looking for him, two glasses in hand and sunk deeper into the shadowy corner.
Snape shifted closer, nudging Harry deeper into the shadows. "Don't so much as twitch. As long as you remain still people's eyes will pass over you. As for the constant running of the mouths of the intellectually challenged, I honestly can't say. I suppose silence makes them uneasy with their own thoughts, the two that rattle about in their brains like marbles anyway."
Harry snorted in amusement, the dry scientific tone Snape was used was making his statement even funnier. He did stay still though, not wanting to get caught when he'd finally found some peace and quiet, not to mention company he could stand. Snape was standing close enough that Harry could smell him, he didn't smell like potions tonight. There was something though, something spicy and addicting that reminded Harry of flying after a day of rain and it made him want to burrow his nose against the other and just breathe in. "Two? You give them credit. I think there's more like one single thought in there, chasing its own shadow and testing the echo."
The professor's lips twitched and he found himself fighting off a chuckle. "An accurate description of the more brainless monkeys." He cast a gaze over the room, noting to cosy groups of mixed houses. "Loathe though I am to admit it, this was an inspired idea. Who posited it first?"
"It was Ron's idea actually, he was the one who came up with it." Harry looked out on the floor until he caught sight of his best friend laughing at something Pansy had said. "He has his moments." Harry said fondly. It didn't matter that this wasn't his idea of fun, it seemed as if it was a success and people seemed to have fun, that was all that mattered.
He actually choked on air and his head whipped towards the teen, expression for once unguarded and utterly incredulous. "Weasley?" He glanced back to where the little queen bee of his house was playing with, and enjoying the company of, the redhead. "Well wonders never cease, I suppose even he can pry his mind from his raging hormones long enough to have a good idea. Miss Granger's clever fingerprints, however, are all over the execution of his idea." He looked to where the girl was smiling and trading either sharp quips or discussing a thorny problem with his godson.
"Mmhmm." Harry nodded. "You're quite right. Ron came up with the idea, I did the brown nosing to get approval and Mione planned it all out and made sure it looked good." He gave a little grin. "Team effort at its best."
Snape hummed. "The three of you do make an appallingly good team." His gaze went a bit troubled but not bitter. "Marauders of a better nature." His softened tone wasn't scathing or leaning towards insult in the slightest. As much as he'd despised James Potter and his little friends for their bullying, he also envied the close friendship and loyalty they'd had. They had made a brilliant team.
"I couldn't do without them, they're the best friends you could ever wish for." He continued to watch his friends mingle with their chosen Slytherins, finding it amusing after all the rivalry they'd had with that particular house.
The corner of the teacher's lips twitched as he watched Granger tug his godson over to where Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom were, apparently nattering about something that had Draco wincing before a look of mild abashment took over. He could only assume she had 'convinced' the blond boy to apologize to Longbottom. "You made a good choice in them Potter and you know that. I wonder though, if they know how good a fortune they stumbled into by choosing to return your friendship?" It was a rhetorical muse in a soft, barely audible voice. He tugged at his sleeves and quirked a brow when an obnoxious Zacharias Smith decided to corner a pretty Ravenclaw girl who was looking around frantically for escape. "Ah I do believe duty calls." He melted from the shadows towards the Hufflepuff, who was about to find himself in the unenviable position of facing a good week worth of detentions as well as lectures involving the meaning of the word 'no'.
Harry was left gaping after the Potions Master, still wondering if he had actually heard Snape right or just imagined it all. He watched Smith's expression of terror when Snape's hand landed heavily on his shoulder and the look of gratitude the Ravenclaw girl sent him. Knowing that his break was over Harry squared his shoulders, plastered on his smile and stepped out of hiding.
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Hermione was practically on cloud nine as she directed Harry, Neville, Ron and Draco in helping her take down the decorations in the Great Hall. "That went brilliantly! Did you see all the mixed groups and the sheer number of Slytherin and Gryffindors getting chummy? This could not have gone better unless You-Know-Who had marched in and hit his knees, turned himself in and begged for forgiveness!"
Draco chuckled at Hermione's happiness as he directed his wand, making the streamers and lights float down and pack themselves neatly into little boxes. "It was a success, I give you that."
"People had fun." Harry looked up from where he and Ron were moving the usual furniture back into place. "I think we might even have outdone the Marauders, you know that party Snuffles told us about. The one they threw against the rules for all students. According to Snuffles that party was what legends are made of but I think we did better."
Hermione lifted a brow though the way she was glowing took away of the superior tone she was aiming for. "Well of course, ours was sanctioned. They may have been brilliant but the Marauders rarely did anything without breaking at least seven different rules at the same time."
Neville, having heard about the Marauders recently from Harry, chuckled. "Have to admit they had style though, except for the rat."
"Merlin don't remind me...I had that rat in bed with me for years." Ron shuddered and scrunched up his face in disgust.
"There, there." Harry petted Ron's back though thoughts of Wormtail left his blood boiling in rage, he really, really hated that spineless excuse for a man.
"I find it fascinating that all of them were animagi, think of the things you could do with that. Transforming, travelling freely with everyone none the wiser." Draco looked contemplative.
Hermione scowled at the banner she was folding and muttered, "Poking your nose into people's business when it's none of yours." She said a few more pithy things about beetles and nosy cows under her breath that probably couldn't have been repeated in polite company. Then her expression cleared as she recalled that her Head of House was an animagi. "It's true that it is a dreadfully useful skill when you think about it. Even Snuffles, big as he is, can go about undetected. If you become something small you can shift in danger and scurry away before getting your head blown off, if you're a big animal well then you can attack and escape that way. It still amazes me that they were the same age as we were when they became animagi."
"My point exactly." Draco said, his eyes shining when he looked at Hermoine. "That's why I think we should do it, try and become animagi I mean." He took a look at their gaping expressions. "No really, imagine the advantage we would have, a whole new way of getting around without alerting any suspicion or worry. I think it'd be brilliant."
Hermione's mouth opened then snapped shut before she could dismiss the idea as mad out of hand. She considered all the pros and cons and the difficulty involved. Her finger tapped on her chin in contemplation and she murmured, "Well we do have an animagus who could help." She caught sight of Draco's all-too-pleased expression and pointed at him sternly. "You, are a sneaky prat," then she smiled, "a brilliant sneaky prat."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Draco preened.
"It really is a good idea." Harry was chewing on his thumbnail as he thought, all clean up forgotten. "It's a good idea and it's a little bit embarrassing that we haven't thought about it before this."
"Not really actually." Neville, pleased to have somehow become a part of Harry's tight knit group, shook his head and flicked his wand to have a series of decorations coming down and folding into boxes. "We're Gryffindors and, except for the twins, we don't actually try or consider it a point of pride to be sneaky." He nodded at Draco. "Slytherins do however and that's an advantage really."
Harry nodded but he did find it a blow to his sneaky side that the hadn't thought of this. He had spent enough time talking about the old times with Sirius, he should have been able to get this idea but it had never even occurred to him.
"The first thing we need to do is to find out if we're even compatible with animagi magic, not everyone is." Draco said, he had given this a lot of thought ever since he'd found out about Sirius Black and his friends. "If you're not compatible it doesn't help how strong a wizard or a witch you are, you won't be able to change."
Hermione nodded. "True, though Harry is already genetically predisposed to it I'd wager, with Prongs as his father."
Neville tilted his head. "So how do we find out if we're compatible or not? Is there a spell?"
"There is a spell yes." Draco nodded. "I haven't been able to get my hands on it though, the ministry want all animagi registered and the spell isn't easy to come by."
"Well Snuffles should know it." Ron piped in. "I mean he and the rest of the Marauders had to use it themselves at on point yeah?"
Hermione nodded. "If his time in Azkaban didn't take the memory of the spell from him he should. If it did however," she tapped her chin in consideration, "the Marauders had to have gotten a hold of it somehow." She thought of the Invisibility Cloak and then everything the Marauders had done and known and her lips curved. "Harry, Draco the two of you have unlimited access to the school's restricted section these days. I'd be willing to bet, if Sirius doesn't remember the spell, that it's somewhere in there. Even if he does remember then there's bound to be a wealth of information about animagi."
Ron chuckled. "Leave it to Mione to find you guys more work...Good luck mates."
Harry made a face but didn't say anything. He didn't mind searching in the library, especially not when it was for something that could benefit them.
"We'll look up what kind of information they have won't we Potter?"
"Sure." Harry agreed. "It won't take much extra time when we're already at the library anyway."
Hermione beamed at them then turned a positively evil look on Ron. "Speaking of work Ronald." Even Neville knew to feel sorry for Ron right then. "You keep forgetting to complete your Transfiguration essay. Professor McGonagall asked me to make sure you're taking it seriously. As it's due tomorrow as soon as we get back to the common room I want you and your books out there and if you try to hide in the boy's dorm I will be very, very displeased."
Ron slumped and looked miserable knowing that there weren't any chance to wiggle out of it. "You can be pure evil Mione...Secretly I think you enjoy it." Ron pouted and finished to move the furniture.
"Your point?" She blinked innocently at him.
Neville's lips twitched and he had to look away from the nearly besotted look on Draco's face as Hermione displayed her 'evil' side. He was sure Hermione or Draco would deny having feelings for the other at this moment but if they weren't well on their way to falling in love he'd eat a flobberworm.
Catching Neville's eye Harry gave him a grin, he'd noticed the look on Draco's face too and seeing such a look of adoration on the Slytherin was both amusing and a tiny bit scary. Anyone who looked at Hermione like that though, who saw how amazing she really was couldn't be all bad.
Ron continued to grumble as he helped clean up the last of it. "I better get going then if I am to have any sleep tonight. Don't worry slavedriver I will go right up and work on my essay." He gave Hermione a pointed look and stomped out of the great hall.
"He will thank you tomorrow when he doesn't fail." Draco said as he watched the redhead leave with amusement.
Hermione tossed a smiling look at Draco. "Oh I know he will. He gripes about having to do the homework and always puts it off to the last second but I think it's a demented way of testing himself. Seeing if he can work and learn under pressure." She shook her head fondly. "It wouldn't surprise me to see him become the next Moody in the Aurors."
Neville laughed as he helped Harry stack the filled boxes up so the house-elves could zap them to storage. "Ron a half-crazy, paranoid, seasoned Auror....the only thing missing right now is the seasoned Auror. I've heard his theories about er...," he glanced briefly at Draco, "dastardly gits."
Hermione rolled her eyes and levitated her boxes to join the boys'. "He is rather good at spotting conspiracies where none exist. Of course he's spotted plenty that's saved us before too."
"Ron will become a great auror, no matter his paranoid ways and lazy behavior he has good instincts. More important he really cares, he will pour his heart and soul into every case." Harry smiled. "He will drive everyone around him absolutely batshit crazy but he will be a great auror."
Draco didn't say anything, he really didn't know Weasley enough to put in his two cents. It was just recently that he'd even begun to think of the redhead as anything other than a blood traitor but from what he had seen during to whole thing with Pansy, Weasley had hidden assets.
Hermione smiled and nodded as a pair of house elves came and vanished with the boxes. "He absolutely will. Now I have to go do my part in making sure he gets the marks to get into the program and we should all get going before a professor comes by and sees us finished and we get in trouble for not heading back right away."
Neville's lips twitched as harry make a joking groan about Hermione's good girl nature and they all left the empty Great Hall, he and Harry trailing behind a chatting Hermione and Draco until the split in directions came up. Things were changing within Hogwarts for the better and he liked it.
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