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“This is getting ridiculous.” Snape growled once Harry was out of earshot.

“It is getting rather difficult Severus but you must give the boy some credit. He showed decorum past his years tonight. He didn’t even blink when it was explained to him.”

“Right now, Albus. Wait until he hears the rest of the story.”

“Hopefully my boy, all will pass by then.”

“We’ve never been so lucky before,” Snape exhaled.

“There is always hope.”

Just then, Draco and Hermione walked cautiously through the door. They were muddy and wet. They had just spent the better part of an hour trading mild hexes and levitating things around the quidditch pitch, including each other. They had shared a very intense snogging session right before they went in and were both still a bit glass eyed as they walked in.

“Kindly cleanse yourselves before you walk into my study,” Snape said in a bored tone.

They both cast silent and wandless cleansing spells to scourgify the mud and dry the water from their clothes and body.

“Better, father?” Draco asked cheekily.

Snape merely sneered tiredly.

“Something wrong, professor?” Hermione asked timidly.

“Other than spending the entire time you were gone trying to pacify your lapdog, no.”

“My lapd- Oh HARRY! Oh no.” Hermione started tearing up.

“God Gods girl, enough with the waterworks. He doesn’t know about you two, although he thinks he knows that you are both suffering from the same curse. He is now aware that both his and Miss Weasley’s magic is unbalanced and he assumes that mine is as well. He has taken an oath not to reveal that.”

Hermione audibly sighed in relief and slumped against Draco, whom had his eyes narrowed in suspiciously.

“There’s more.” He stated flatly.

Snape nodded. “I now have the displeasure of teaching him how to separate and control his magic. I also had to tell him that you both did not. Hopefully, he attributes it to this mysterious curse he is sure you are both under. He also attributes it to our actions in the hospital wing and no doubt, he will tell Mr. Weasley who will then blab it to the entire school.”

“Now, now Severus. You must have faith in the boy. Besides, the wording of the vow he took was a bit ambiguous. He might find he is unable to tell Mr. Weasley much of anything.”

“You sir, are a genius,” Draco breathed.

“Why thank you Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore chuckled. “Now, I believe there is much more to discuss. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Draco answered.

Hermione only gave a tentative nod. Draco turned to her and gave her a look that said ‘I don’t believe you for a second’ and she caved.

“Fine. I’m still jittery. It’s like as soon as I expel my magic it comes back twofold.”

Snape cocked his head. “Albus, do you suppose it is from years of suppression without a breakthrough?”

“Possibly,” Dumbledore answered. “However, it might be much more. I wish I knew.”

Hermione began to bite her lip and twist her hands together. Noticing her distress, Draco looked into her eyes as she lowered her walls.

“I think I know a way the magic will stop rebuilding.” She projected.

“How?”

“I can heal Professor Dumbledore.”

“What?”

“I can heal him. I think the curse that was used responds the opposite of the curse that Dolohov used on me. It eats whole magic but is entirely dark. I think the light will repel it.”

“How did you come to this conclusion?”

“When I was walking back with him to the Gryffindor common room. I didn’t say anything but I noticed that his hand looked healthier.”

“Show me.”

Hermione nodded and turned toward the headmaster. “Sir, I was wondering if I might touch your arm.”

“My arm, Miss Granger?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well certainly but please be gentle. It’s a bit…delicate.”

“Of course sir.”

She timidly reached out and placed one finger on the top of the headmaster’s hand. The blackened and charred looking skin seemed to repair itself, lightening in color. It was by no means healed, but it looked as if the process was reversing.

“My word.” Snape said. “I can’t believe I could have been so stupid.”

“Not stupid sir,” Hermione said. “It’s just that no one could have possibly known. I started thinking about it after the Headmaster walked me to the common room. When I grasped his arm to thank him, I noticed it reacted. I think I just need to concentrate and the curse will be repelled. However, I don’t know what curse it is or if my magic will kill or just repel it. I need to know more.”

Snape nodded and stood. “I’ll get you the book on it.”

It was around four a.m. when Hermione finished reading the book. By this time she was practically vibrating with excess power. She and Draco had done everything short of completing their bond to keep her power under control but the time had come where something had to be done. Snape had been nursing a firewiskey and staring into the fire while Dumbledore nodded off in his chair.

“I think I’m ready,” Hermione said softly.

Snape, overhearing her, immediately stood up. “Have you found a way to contain it?”

“I think I have. If you will please wake the Headmaster I will go over everything.”

Once everyone was awake, Hermione outlined everything. “I was right. Light magic will repel the curse. However, it only repels it. It doesn’t end it. It was created from pure darkness and only pure darkness can end it. Therefore, I’ll need Draco’s help.” Draco nodded his acknowledgement.

“Now, there isn’t any sort of incantation for this. I just need to will all of my magic and project a healing thought. It should drive the curse out while simultaneously healing the headmaster’s arm. The curse will then sort of fly free, or rather it will gravitate toward the darkest magic in the room. So, Draco and you, Professor Snape, will have to erect a shield to protect yourselves. Once the curse is fully removed, Draco will need to destroy it. The way to do that is to say the incantation backwards. It sounds silly but it should work. When the curse dies, it will emit a deep purple light.”

Everyone nodded their understanding and Draco grabbed the book to learn the spell properly.

Snape began, “Let me end it.”

Hermione answered sadly. “I wish you could sir, but unfortunately the curse will only respond Draco’s magic. Even an ounce of light could render you powerless to anything other than blocking it. Only pure darkness can kill the curse, which is why it has never been done. Besides, Draco is just as jittery as I am. He’s just better at hiding it.”

Although terribly disappointed, Snape nodded his acceptance.

“Miss Granger, are you sure you want to do this? I have made peace with my ending.” Dumbledore stated just above a whisper.

“I am sure,” Hermione said with some venom. “You might be ready to die but I don’t think anyone else is ready to let you go. I have a feeling that you haven’t yet passed your usefulness sir. I have also been thinking of a way in which both Draco and Professor Snape can fulfill their requirements that will not end in your leaving this plane of existence. Please don’t settle for your lot yet sir. Let me heal you.” She ended her plea in tears.

Touched, Dumbledore nodded. Unable to contain his tears, he gingerly wiped them away with a turquoise handkerchief.

As soon as Draco could say the incantation perfectly, they began. Snape erected a shield around himself and his blood son so Draco could conserve his energy. Hermione gingerly raised the headmaster’s sleeve revealing the charred arm. She began to glow and then carefully touched the edge of his elbow where the blackness ended. The skin immediately began pinking and repairing itself. A dark swirling mist appeared in the room and started floating over to the dark pair across the room. Slowly, Hermione worked her way to Dumbledore’s hand and then to his fingertips. She made sure all the skin was healed and completely healthy before she moved on. Each time she felt her magic waning, she reached deep inside herself and her magic flared once again. The other occupants in the room could only stare at her in awe.

It took her a full hour at full power to completely draw the curse out of the wizened old wizard and out into the room. She could tell that Snape’s power was weakening quickly. He’d already expelled so much today trying to save her until she could be unbound.

“NOW!” she screamed.

Snape dropped the barrier around Draco as Hermione increased her shield to encompass both herself and Dumbledore. Draco raised both his hands and began radiating silver magic so strong the room shook, chanting the incantation with all of his power. Slowly the curse started to dissipate. The room began glowing a deep purple and suddenly there was a sharp crack and a vivid violet glow indicated that the curse had officially ended.

Draco and Hermione collapsed, finally having expended every ounce of their magic. Snape fell to his knees, obviously weak, the vampire strength the only thing keeping him upright. Dumbledore sat still, examining his new limb and silently crying tears of joy. Seeing the state of his companions for the night, he rose from the couch and discovered that he had all of his energy back. Overjoyed, he twirled around, his snitch-covered robes billowing.

He quickly transfigured Spape’s chairs into beds. He helped his friend and spy into one and lifted his students and healers into the other. The couple immediately gravitated toward each other and held on tightly. Finally succumbing to the hour of the night, Dumbledore went through the floo and retired to his rooms.

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At 6:30 Friday morning, a steady pounding on his study door woke Severus Snape up from a fitful nap. Exceedingly agitated that he’d just nodded off, he stormed over to the door and wrenched it open. He narrowly missed getting knocked in the head by an over exuberant arm. Perplexed at having a seemingly unattached limb trying to pummel him, Snape stepped sideways and cocked his head slightly in question.

Harry Potter appeared from thin air holding a rather pale Ginny Weasley upright. Weasley looked extremely weak although she was able to remain vertical this morning. As his thoughts and memories of the previous night came streaming back to him, Snape made a motion for both students to join him inside.

Remembering at the last second that two enemies were laying in a rather compromising position in a transfigured bed in his study, he grabbed his wand and hastily transformed the bed back into a chair. Subsequently, there were two heavy thumps followed by a rather graphic bout of cursing. Snape was sure the Dark Lord might have raised a scaly eyebrow at the obscenities coming from the mouth of the young Slytherin lying in the floor.

“Blimey,” Harry retorted, hearing the commotion that Malfoy was making. “Wake up on the wrong side of the chair Malfoy?”

“Shut it Potter,” growled Malfoy who had strategically placed himself in between Potter and Hermione. It wouldn’t do for the Boy Who Lived to see her so close to his enemy.

Harry merely smirked and helped Ginny to the other chair. It was then that he spotted Hermione who had crawled onto the sofa during Draco’s diversion. Harry helped Ginny to sit and then walked over to his old friend.

“Hey Hermione,” he said gently. “How are you this morning?”

“Little tired,” she sighed back. “I’ll be fine,” she chuckled seeing Harry’s concerned look. “I’m just not going to be at 100% today so if you could just try to ignore it and act like nothing’s wrong, that would be great.” She said quietly.

“Alright Mione,” Harry said with a sad smile, “but I still think we should tell Ron.”

“NO!” She snapped. Noticing the fact that she startled him, she softened. “It’s just that, Ron can’t keep his mouth shut. He means well, but this needs to stay a secret.” She then leaned closely to his ear and whispered. “What if You Know Who found out Harry? I’d be a prime target!”

“I know that!” Harry hissed. “What if we made him take a vow?”

“What if he decided seeing is believing?” Hermione asked rhetorically. “Vows don’t cover someone overhearing a conversation or watching something they shouldn’t.” Ginny blushed horribly when she overheard that.

“Alright, just between us but when you find a cure, I want to tell him, ok?”

“Fine Harry. We’ll tell him AFTER.” She said in a placating tone, noticing the pained look on Draco’s face as she hugged her best friend. She sat back up self-consciously. Harry was merely a friend but it seemed that Draco had grown a bit more attached to her and jealous than he wanted to admit. It was a heady feeling. No one had ever acted jealous over her before. She liked it!

“Miss Weasley,” Snape murmured, noticing Potter and Granger in a conversation. “You need to rest up. You will have to step in for Miss Granger’s mother and the Headmaster said he is going find someone trustworthy to step in for her father. Magic is a necessity for the upcoming ritual and since her parents are muggles, they must give their consent to a magical being to take their place. You know how few we can trust. They will anoint your wand with a drop of blood and the consent will take hold. You must be at full strength for this. I know this isn’t set to happen until tomorrow but if they remain unstable, we might have to go through with this tonight.

“I’m going to give you a pepper up potion. This is the last one you can consume today. I am also going to send you with some rejuvenating herbs. Ask Miss Granger to escort you to the prefect’s bathroom and take a short soak in them, no more than half an hour. I am also going to send you a note excusing you from all magical expenditure today as well. Being that this is the last day of classes, I’m sure no one will have you practice practical usage but just in case, show it to them. Conserve as much energy as you can. Try to take a nap at lunch and any free periods you may have. I also want you to stay with Miss Granger as much as possible today. I think she can lend you some excess magic and it should keep her grounded as well. Come to me immediately if you sense something off. Do I make myself clear?”

Ginny nodded and whispered. “Yes sir. Thank you.”

“I should rather thank you for your help.”

Ginny blushed. Snape never gave praise where it wasn’t due, and most times even if it was due. To have him thank her was indeed a great honor and a rare treat. She gratefully gulped the potion and placed the herbs in her robes pocket. Still feeling weak, she braced herself on Snape’s offered hand and stood up. She fought the feeling that the room was spinning and made her way over to the sofa. However, she was unsuccessful and ended up in the arms of a rather surprised Draco Malfoy.

“Ginny!” Hermione gasped and helped Draco right her.

“You’re stronger than you look, Malfoy. No wonder she fancies you,” Ginny mumbled before she fainted in Harry’s arms.

Draco couldn’t fight the rather large smirk forming on his lips so he settled for turning abruptly and storming over to the other side of the room where Snape had retreated. The look on Potter’s face had been priceless. He didn’t think he had caught the last bit about Hermione fancying him, at least not in context. However, he did and the knowledge was quite exhilarating. She fancied him too! That was great news! Sobering, he went on to the task at hand.

“Will she be able to do it?” He asked his new blood father.

“I hope so. I dare say she’s the only one I trust.” Snape muttered.

“Trust? You?” Draco was shocked. His blood father didn’t trust anyone save Dumbledore, and he was undecided on that as well.

“Yes trust,” Snape snapped. His stance told Draco that there was to be no further discussion on the issue.

Draco nodded, and then had a thought cross his mind. “You think I could hex her into the infirmary?”

“I wouldn’t,” Snape drawled. “You could upset the balance she’s already retained. The best thing for it is rest.”

Draco sighed and nodded. Suddenly, he heard Harry and Hermione whispering. His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head.

“Harry, I don’t know why she said that or even who it was about.”

“I know what I heard. Ginny said that she fancied him. I think that she is you. Do you fancy Malfoy?”

“Of course not, Harry. She was just delirious.”

“No she wasn’t. How could you Mione? He’s treated you like dirt for six years and you start fancying him because he’s civil for a few weeks? He could turn you over to Voldemort tomorrow! I thought you loved Ron.”

Hermione huffed. “I do,” she bit out. “I don’t fancy Malfoy. We’re only working together to end the curse. That. Is. All. He’s not going to turn me in. Even if he tried, he has the same curse I do. I could let that information slip.”

“If you say so,” Harry said slowly. “I’m not sure what to think of you anymore. You’re different Mione. We’ve never had secrets before. I thought you were on my side.”

Hermione felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. Everything she’d done in the last seven weeks was to help him. She was going to marry a man who had done nothing but tear her down all so she could have the chance to help Harry. She was willing to give up her very life for him and he thought she had betrayed him. All she could do was shake her head and try to hold back the tears.

Draco felt her grief. He’d heard Potter loud and clear, although he knew he shouldn’t have. Perhaps he had picked up sharper hearing although he knew it could go away just as quickly. It took everything in him not to walk over to Potter and pummel him. How dare he turn on his supposed best friend. She was doing it to save his sorry arse and he accused her of betraying him. Draco was filled with anger and started glowing.

“I take it you heard that,” Snape drawled in his ear.

Draco nodded jerkily.

“It looks like you have picked up one of my rather useful attributes. Anything else?” Snape continued.

Draco shook his head. He tried to reign himself back in. It wouldn’t do to fly off the broomstick. It would confirm everything that git was accusing her of. It would also look like he cared which he did. Deeply. For what it was worth, she was his fiancée and he’d be damned if Potter was going to treat her like trash. It still amazed him just how much she was starting to mean to him but he couldn’t deny how possessive he was of her. They belonged to each other, for all eternity. Period. He started throwing sparks from his fingertips.

“Calm yourself,” Snape muttered in his ear. “She’s a big girl. She can handle this. It’s her first taste of what we will go through and I dare say it is a bitter pill to swallow.”

Draco’s magic calmed somewhat. He was no longer throwing sparks. That didn’t stop him from wanting to physically throw Potter from the room. She was so pure. He almost couldn’t bear the thought of her becoming so jaded through her friend’s distrust. It was like she was losing the last bit of her innocence.

Hermione worked her jaw and steeled herself to give Harry a reply. She needed something to make him see just how deep she was in this without letting him know what was going on. She was going to have to lie but she was no good at coming up with things out of the blue. She settled for a half-truth again.

“I kept this from you so you would have one less thing to worry about. I thought,” her voice broke and she cleared her throat. “I thought you had enough on your plate as it was and you shouldn’t have to concern yourself with something you couldn’t control if you wanted to.”

Harry looked at her in stony silence. She glanced quickly at Draco and Professor Snape and then looked down at her chest and back up. She was seeking permission to show Harry her now healed scar from Dolohov. Draco looked like he was trying to keep from storming over and ripping Harry limb from limb. She could feel his anger at Harry and it comforted her to know that he cared a bit for her. Both he and the Professor shared a look and then they gave her a tiny nod in reply. She unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse and pulled it away, revealing the beautiful metallic braided scar. Harry’s eyes widened.

“Remember this Harry?” Her voice quavered. “This is where Dolohov cursed me. The new curse interfered with it and it reactivated. I was dying. It’s healed now and you can thank Malfoy for that because he happened to know the counter curse. I now have a life debt because of that knowledge and I will repay it with my knowledge.

“It’s a fair trade, even if you don’t approve. I’ll have a cure by the time the holidays are over and my ties to Malfoy will be broken. I only did it to save my own life Harry. It might be selfish but it was the only way. I wanted to be alive to help you. If that’s betrayal because I didn’t want to burden you, then so be it.”

Tears streamed down her face as she turned around to button her blouse. She then walked over to the fireplace where the headmaster had discarded her shoes. Harry was still standing there gaping when she turned back around. She squared her shoulders and walked over to Ginny. Distraught, she forgot her wand and started to revive her wandless.

“You’re good Granger, but I doubt you’re that good,” Draco said sharply.

She looked up startled and realized what she was about to do. She looked around frantically for her wand and realized that she had left it back in Gryffindor tower. Succumbing to the stress, she sunk to her knees and bowed her head.

“Congratulations Potter,” Draco chuckled. “You broke her; something I haven’t ever been able to do. I thought she was your friend. She certainly made herself sick over you.”

“What do you mean Malfoy?” Harry asked, finally able to function again. He couldn’t even fathom what Hermione had gone through and now he felt terrible.

“Well,” Draco drawled. He wore a look of amusement but inside he was seething. To see his intended on the floor so broken hurt him. It was a feeling that he’d only felt with his mother but he knew what it was. Love. He was starting to love her. He was in deep shite.

“Well what, Malfoy,” Harry snapped, still distracted by his friend on the floor silently sobbing.

“She was so worried over how YOU would feel about her keeping all this under wraps that she made herself sick. She quit eating, quit sleeping, it was quite pathetic really.”

“She was sick. I thought it was something else.” Harry mumbled.

Draco scoffed. “Of course you did. But now all you care about is the fact that she didn’t tell you her deepest darkest secrets. Gryffindors aren’t the saints everyone makes them out to be.” Draco shook his head and walked over to Hermione and offered his hand.

“Get up Granger. We have work to do. The sooner you get done, the sooner your precious hypocritical Potter will like you again.”

“You’re no better Malfoy. You’re just using her for her mind.” Harry spat.

“True but she knows it. I’ve never been anything but honest about it.” Draco sneered. He was sick to his stomach and he wasn’t entirely sure if it was Hermione’s feelings or his own.

Harry hung his head in shame. Malfoy, of all people, was right. Hermione knew exactly where she stood with him, there was no deceit. He felt horrible. She was trying to shield him from her problems and he had immediately accused her of the worst. He was no better. At a loss for words, he looked over to his friend who was being helped off the floor by his rival. It was humiliating and he didn’t deserve her friendship.

“Hermione,” he began. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop Harry,” she interrupted shakily. “I can’t believe you would ever think that I would betray you.”

“I, I don’t know what came over me. I was just confused.” Harry stammered.

“You know Harry, as many times as your accusations have been wrong, maybe you should look into them a bit more before you start throwing them around.” Hermione said coldly. Inside she felt like her heart had been ripped to shreds. She didn’t honestly think that Harry would have accepted Draco but to be labeled a traitor because he thought she might fancy him? It was ridiculous.

Deep inside, she felt the worst for Draco. She knew he didn’t care what anyone thought of him but it had to be horrible to immediately be labeled evil. It wasn’t his fault, really. After the upbringing he’d had, she could see why he chose the path he did. She saw so much differently now and she felt so much more than sympathy for her fiancée. She felt, dare she even think it, love. Oh she was in trouble.

Harry looked crushed. It hurt her even more to think she had made him feel the same way she did but at the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care. He had hurt her too deeply. She knew she would forgive him eventually, but for now, she just wanted him to leave.

“Hermione, I’m sorry,” Harry pleaded.

“Just go, Harry. “ Hermione said in a defeated tone.

Harry made to say something but thought better of it. He turned and sadly walked out of the office. As soon as the door shut, Hermione fell against Draco. He held her tightly and let her sob into his chest, intermittently kissing the top of her head and whispering calming words in her ear.

“The first time is always the worst,” Snape said as he tentatively touched her shoulder. “I wish I could say it doesn’t hurt as much each successive time but I can’t. However, I will say that you’ll learn to deal with it. One does not play so close to the hearth and not get burned by the fire.”

Hermione nodded, sniffed one last time, and then stood back up. She cleaned her face and Draco’s shirt.

“Thank you for that, Professor. You’ve been far kinder to me than I could have ever hoped for. Are you feeling well?” She cracked a small smile.

Snape smirked. “You’ll find I have a vested interest in you. Blood watches out for blood and soon you will have just a bit of mine flowing through your veins. Do you think you’ll look good in black?”

Hermione’s jaw dropped at her professor repeating the words Draco had said just the night before. Then she started giggling madly.

“No worse than you look as a blond professor!” She grinned widely.

Snape still had the blonde streak from the bonding but when she looked at Draco, she didn’t see a coordinating black stand. Seeing her puzzled look, Draco lifted his hand and the black strand appeared. He’d had it glamoured heavily. She reached up and touched it. It was a bit finer than the rest of his hair, although all of his hair was extremely soft and silky. She thought it looked kind of sexy on him. She blushed at the thought and put her hand down. Draco caught it.

“So, Granger,” he drawled. “You fancy me, eh?”

Hermione turned bright red but decided she needed to get over her insane shyness around him. They were to be married for Merlin’s sake.

“You snog well enough Malfoy,” she said offhandedly. “I might have gotten a tad used to it.” She turned, trying to hide the trepidation in her face.

“Oh you’re going to get used to a lot more than that ma chère.” Draco breathed. He spun her around and picked her up, kissing her deeply.

Hermione was shocked at the term of endearment Draco had used. It had melted her insides the second he uttered it and now he was invading her mouth expertly. Draco had her lifted about three inches above the ground and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His hand drifted down to cup her bottom and he hiked her up a bit higher and even closer into him.

It was heaven. She was finally able to let everything go. She wasn’t thinking about her fight with Harry, her upcoming nuptials, relocating her parents, or even the severe professor smirking at their enthusiasm as he made his way over to the red headed student lying on his couch. There was only Draco. How could he consume her so?

Draco was trying to make her forget and from her response, he was succeeding. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips across her cheek to her earlobe, where he nibbled his way down her neck to her collarbone. She gasped as he gently bit down on the soft flesh and then laved it with his tongue. She shivered and he smirked as he blew across her shoulder.

Her eyes turned the color of molten gold. She was unbelievably turned on and decided turnabout was fair play. She squeezed her legs a bit tighter around his waist and ground herself over his hardening member, relishing the soft growl Draco emitted from the back of his throat. Then she reached up and grabbed the back of his head and slammed her lips down over his mouth. She then placed her other hand on his firm buttocks and squeezed, swallowing his moan.

“AHEM,” Snape cleared his throat loudly, startling the young couple out of their nirvana. He smirked as they separated themselves.

Draco shot an evil look at his blood father and set Hermione down gently, kissing her neck one more time.

“I believe it is time for Miss Granger to take Miss Weasley to the prefect’s bathroom. Breakfast will start soon.”

Hermione ducked her head, smoothed her skirt and hurried out the door with Ginny. She placed a hand on Ginny’s shoulder and lent her some magic. Instantly Ginny perked up and they sprinted toward the bathroom.

“Thanks a lot. I’ve always wanted to be cock blocked.” Draco pouted when they’d gone.

Snape smirked wickedly. “You’ll have her soon enough. I hope you have the good sense to make her first time more memorable than a quick fuck against a wall.”

It was Draco’s turn to smirk. “Wherever we are, it won’t be quick.”

Snape clucked his disapproval and waved a hand over his head to glamour the blonde streak. “She deserves more than your ego the first time.”

Draco sobered as he too glamoured himself. “So much more,” he said softly.

Snape, noticing the change in the boy’s demeanor, turned to try and read him. He was shocked at the unmasked emotion on his face. The boy was in love, whether he was willing to admit it or not.

“I take it you care for the girl.” He began, trying to pry some sort of confession from Draco.

“It’s more than care at this point,” he sighed. “I’m so fucked.”

Snape chuckled. “I suppose one cannot be so close to another and not develop any feelings.”

“I can feel every feeling as she feels it. Right now she’s angry with Potter and scared others will find out and,” He chuckled.

“And,” Snape drawled.

“And horribly frustrated at being interrupted,” Draco answered with an evil grin.

Snape grinned wickedly. “As entertaining as you two were, I couldn’t stand by and watch you two fuck like nifflers. The proper conditions must occur before you can… join.” He drawled. “Besides, I might be a voyeur but I have no desire to see my son and daughter shag each other in my study.”

Draco sniggered and then sobered. “Daughter?”

“Yes Draco, she’ll be my daughter soon enough.”

Draco’s eyes brightened at the thought. Severus had lost his family at sixteen and it wasn’t a great family before that. It seemed that the Gryffindor lioness had prowled her way into two Slytherin’s hearts.

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The day didn’t start well for Hermione. After Ginny had taken a relaxing bath, she looked much better. She was able to stand and walk without assistance. Hermione was starting to feel jittery again so she once again gave some of her magic to Ginny. However, she could only lend so much before she risked unbalancing her friend. It just wasn’t enough and her magic decided to flare throughout the day.

The first outburst started as soon as they entered the Great Hall. She was thinking about nipping up to the ROR and dancing for a bit. Perhaps she could relax enough to contain her magic. Her mind wandered to different kinds of music and as she neared the hall, she started thinking about muggle theme music. Wouldn’t it be funny if everyone who walked in had his or her own theme song?

She and Draco happened to walk through the door to the great hall at the same time and when they brushed up against each other, their magic flared. She was glad no one was there to witness it as they were the first in but she didn’t pay it any mind and sat down to eat.

The first person that walked into the hall was Padma Patil. Hermione didn’t even notice her walk in…until the music started. The first lyrics of “I Feel Pretty” started playing loudly and her eyes widened. She whipped her head around to Draco who was laughing hysterically. Apparently her thoughts had materialized in her magic. Draco nodded his head to her through tears of mirth. Apparently, he’d been listening in on her thoughts. She really needed to improve her occlumency.

Things just got worse as breakfast wore on. It seemed that the magic was in sync with the person who entered. The song either described the person or spoke about some secret they probably had. Dean’s entry music was “Soul Man”. Ginny, who had broken things off with Dean as soon as he returned from the Headmaster’s office minus a few memories, slunk down in her seat. When the on again off again couple of Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan walked in, “My Boyfriend’s Back” played. It was common knowledge that Thomas Blane from Hufflepuff had hounded her to go out with him for weeks and when she wouldn’t relent, he started spreading nasty rumors about her.

Hermione was almost in tears when Ron and Lavender showed up. “I Will Follow Him” played loudly. She couldn’t help but think it was perfect for Lavender’s obsessive behavior over Ron. Ginny started hiccupping she was laughing so hard. Then Harry walked in and Brenda Lee’s “I’m Sorry” started playing. Hermione sobered immediately.

She stared at her plate for a while until “Sweet-Lovin' Man” came on when Crabbe and Goyle walked through together. The dim-witted boys didn’t seem to get the implications of the song but judging from the snickers, everyone else did. However, this wasn’t the best song of the morning.

Professor Snape stalked into the Great Hall through the main door instead of the teacher’s entrance. He’d heard the music and the giggles and went to investigate. When he walked through the door, his theme song played and the Hall went deathly silent.

Oh, baby now let's get down tonight

Ooh baby, I'm hot just like an oven

I need some lovin'

And baby, I can't hold it much longer

It's getting stronger and stronger

When I get that feeling

I want sexual healing

Sexual healing, oh baby

Makes me feel so fine

The entire hall burst into thunderous laughter. Hermione had spewed her pumpkin juice all over a shocked Harry. Ginny had fallen off the bench, clutching her sides. Draco had placed both of his hands over his face to hide his laugh but his shoulders were heaving steadily.

Snape whipped out his wand and turned to the door, anger radiating from him. The hall went silent again as he waved his wand in an intricate motion. The door glowed gold and then turned silver. He spun back around and pierced Hermione with a glare that could have frozen blood. Then he turned and gave Draco the same look. Both students stood, understanding that they weren’t to push him and walked over to him. Every eye in the Great Hall was on them.

“Do you have some explanation for this?” He said loudly.

Hermione locked eyes with her professor and quickly projected her thoughts. “It was an accident! My mind was wondering and I thought it would be funny if everyone had his or her own theme song. Then Draco bumped into me and we let off a burst of magic. I just thought it was a flare but apparently, we created a new spell.”

Draco was able to listen in on Hermione’s explanation while his brain went into overload trying to come up with some explanation. Every explanation fell short on some level.

“I’m waiting Miss Granger,” Snape snarled loudly when she had finished her tale.

Hermione turned ghostly white, afraid that they had just blown their story.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

Snape looked to Draco and noticed that his glamour was failing. He pointedly looked at the boy’s hair. Getting the point, Draco ran his fingers through his hair, replacing the glamour. It was getting harder and harder to hold it. Apparently, the blood bond couldn’t be covered until it was set. He noticed the blond streak in the professor’s hair coming through clearly. Snape took the hint and decided to end the current debacle quickly.

“Mr. Malfoy? Do you have any explanation as to why your and Miss Granger’s magical signatures are on that spell?”

Draco just shrugged, which he knew would cause the professor to lose his cool.

“Fine,” Snape said in a dangerous tone. “Both of you in my office, NOW!” He bellowed.

Then he pointed toward the door and both students hustled out the door. Immediately, “Chapel of Love” started playing and both students halted in their tracks, all color draining from their faces. Horrified, they sprung away from each other and raised their wands. Hoping to convey their hatred, they each threw a hex that collided in giant white sparks. A little first year with a reputation for experimenting with magic shuffled through the door right after the light dissipated. Immediately, his robes turned into a purple leather muggle suit and the song “Weird Science” started playing.

Snape cocked his head to the side. He stopped the first year and shoved him back through the door. The music stopped and his clothing returned to normal. Nodding his head, he stepped back and raised his wand while discreetly raising his other hand. “FINITE INCANTATUM,” he bellowed. Then he motioned for the terrified first year to come back through. This time his robes remained the same and the hall was silent. Nodding once more, he turned to the horrified couple that was staring at the first year, wands still drawn.

“I believe I know what happened.” His voice was low but he knew everyone could hear him. “That will be 25 points from each of your houses for dueling outside of the classroom and another 50 for not coming clean. You will also be going to the infirmary after you visit my office. It seems you two have somehow managed to cast the perfect combination of hexes to make you magically ill. Out, now!” He snapped.

The two students stomped out of the hall; obviously angry at the huge loss of points they had just endured. When they brushed against each other, a loud pop could be heard and sparks flew. They jumped apart and Snape sighed loudly.

“Best hurry before every bloody door in the castle starts singing.” He snapped.

Ginny discretely excused herself from the table as soon as everyone started murmuring. She didn’t feel much like lying and that song had people talking. Of course, most thought it was a joke but she knew the truth. She sprinted to Snape’s office as soon as she was out of sight.

“This is a disaster,” Snape growled at the pair as Ginny knocked on the door.

“Enter,” Snape snapped.

Ginny opened the door and ran to take a seat.

Hermione was shaking while tears streamed down her face. Draco was rubbing her back with one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. Draco’s hair was changing from solid black back to blond with a black streak every few seconds. Snape’s hair mirrored his blood son’s.

“Perhaps we should send them to the infirmary in isolation sir,” Ginny pitched in. “After saying that their magic is unstable, the general consensus is that everyone will be staying away from them, lest they catch it.”

“Not a bad idea. Report that to Potter and Weasley and the whole school will know before first classes.”

Ginny nodded and made to stand up.

“Miss Weasley, you might want to stay for a moment. I have news for you all.”

She sat back down and gave him her undivided attention. Hermione had quit crying and she and Draco were also giving their full attention to their professor.

“The headmaster contacted me after you all left this morning. A fourth has been found to complete the ceremony.” He paused for a full minute. “Lupin will step in for Mr. Granger.”

Draco’s mouth dropped open and Hermione and Ginny gasped.

“With Miss Weasley being a phenom, it could tip the balance of the spell. Even though I am abhorred to the idea, Lupin’s magic will work. He is balanced but his lycanthropy shifts his aura to the dark side. He will be able to match the imbalance. He has already taken a vow of silence and is currently out finding the final objects needed to complete the ceremony.

“We also discussed the nature of your state of unbinding. After the spectacle this morning, it confirms our suspicions. The ceremony has been moved to tonight at midnight. The Great Hall will be sealed as best we can. Be sure to confiscate Potter’s cloak. We don’t need him snooping about. You are to spend the rest of the day in the infirmary. Avoid as many people as possible and stick close. I’ll inform Madam Pomfrey that you’ll need to be isolated together and that I will handle your recovery.

“All of the strange happenings to your appearance over the next bit will be attributed to your magical illness. As for my appearance, if anyone is stupid enough to ask, I’ll attribute it to your illness as well. Hopefully, that will deter any dunderheads from trying to visit you in the infirmary.”

The students nodded in reply and marched to their respective places. Unfortunately, there was a dunderhead that asked Snape what happened. That dunderhead was none other than Ronald Weasley, who earned himself a one-way pass to detention and a loss of 50 points. However, it had the added benefit of the entire school finding out just how contagious the two students had been.

AN: Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews and the good wishes on my paper. For what it's worth, I got perfect marks on it! I am going to try and update this story as fast as I can but it could be slowed down just a bit. I have to start my thesis now. As always, thank you again and please let me know how I'm doing and if you find any errors. I know some of you have picked a few up so I'll go back and fix those as soon as I have time. Thanks again! I love you guys!

*I though I put it in here but those lyrics are from Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing".
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