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I know I should be getting ready.
I let the soothing water lessen my tensed muscle, I’m glad I asked Hodgy to conjure a shower near the steam room, more practical when you’re trying to hurry and get some last-minute reading in. I think about my plans as the scalding water pummels my back.
I’m sure Tom would be here any minute and I was nowhere near ready for whatever macabre party we were to attend.
I could feint illness...although I not even sure if Fae could get sick.
Moreover, I simply could not pass up the opportunity to sneak into the Malfoy’s library, they were bound to have something about Fae in there.
I also needed darker literature, long was the girl that hesitated at the lull of dark tomes.
Knowledge was knowledge, now if you were insane enough to have a go at it, well then be my guest… However, there’s no way I can pull off defeating Tom without it…
I began to rinse the conditioner from my hair and continue to let the hot water burn away my sins.
If I have decrypted the Fae language correctly then I may have found a very archaic way to defeat Riddle for good… a mere theory really, I needed my wand first of all, and books on dark archaic alchemy, another reason why I needed to visit the Malfoy Library. There’s no way I could ask Riddle to borrow his dark books, like that doesn’t wave a suspicious flag. I also needed to find a way to travel-
I’m nearly startled to death from my thoughts when Tom whispers in my ear, seriously this guy makes no noise.
“What is my little lioness daydreaming about” Purrs Tom, He is already naked as he presses his length against my backside.
“ I’m going over plans for your defeat,” I say matter of factly as I push backward impulsively.
It seems that our bond is really starting to strengthen. It was as if as soon as I was able to master my new magic and we connected a week ago, well there was a primal awakening and I either hungered for Riddle and I wanted to become apart of him, be consumed by his magic. We either couldn’t keep ourselves off each other… or I really wanted to lead him to a pack of centaurs, we would be at each other’s throats, ever the opposing forces we were.
Riddle gently pushes the side of my face to the shower’s wall while holding tightly to my hips.
“Hermione my dear, I will always be a step ahead. Now, I’m afraid that we do not have much time to play, none the less I sure you will be good and come for me, hmm princess?” Riddle whispers this into my ear as he thrums his fingers around my clitoris.Our magic dances around us, it’s a game really, an eternal chase.
I moan in frustration “Just fuck me Riddle” I tilt my head back and let the scalding water run rivulets through my hair.
I wanted his length inside of me right now or I was going- fuck it. I flip Riddle over and push him into the shower wall.
I kiss him fiercely as I roughly impale myself onto his hardened cock. I moan wantonly in relief, ah complete. I feel a pure zap of pleasure when I sink to the base of Riddle.
I growl wanting more, my magic shifted to frenzied hunger.
He does that to me.
“Circe’s witch!” Riddle rumbles, his voice heavy with lust.
I continue to rut into him in frenzied desire. My gold eyes burn with longing as I snatch Tom's lips and bit down hard.  There’s no way sex should feel this good, it has to be the damn bond.
I grunt in pleasure as Riddle has finally grabbed his footing and is giving me fast deep strokes, I don’t even have time to get adjusted to him leaving my silken entrance; before he is filling me to the hilt again.
I seriously could just fuck him for eternity. My enemy and lover.
I orgasm and am grateful that he holds on to me because I instantly become boneless.
“Why haven’t we ever done shower sex before?  It's amazing” I exclaimed breathlessly.
I began to lather his chest and clean his think member off.
“Because you have finally stopped fighting me and gave into the pleasure” Riddle says with desire still laced in his voice.
“I have many plans for you Hermione, I love to see your face when you are in the throes of orgasms, I can literally taste your magic, it's quite intoxicating.”

I shiver at him while I continue to clean him of our lovemaking.

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I was swathed in a beautiful long sleeved black gown, the entire dress was made of light chiffon fabric and was spattered with black designs, similar to trees and swirls of powdered crystal.
The sheer black chiffon clung to my body and flowed like a form-fitting sheath dress, you could visibly see large expansions of my golden skin, the shape of my breast and the slim form of my stomach and left hip bone, thankfully the shimmery black swirls covered my most intimate parts and much of my arms and legs.
Hodgy has magicked my hair into an elegant twisted bun, a few tendrils of chocolate brown hair frame my heart-shaped face beautifully.
She finishes by adding dramatic black makeup and paints gold leaf onto my full lips, charming it to stay through dinner.
I stare at the finish outcome while thanking Hodgy.
All in all, with the snake collar and these neck- breaking gold heels I looked quite beautiful but fearless, sexy even.
Riddle approaches me and drinks in my appearance greedily.
He is equally handsome and daunting.
Tom kept his typically form-fitting modern black suits, however, he had Slytherin green tie and cough links of deep green.
His black hair was styled back in glossy waves; he looked ever the powerful tyrant he was.
My magic simmers.
“Why black? U sually, you like to parade me around in flowers.”, not that I’m complaining, this was more my style.
Tom approaches me and nips at my clavicle before saying thickly.
“This dress is most fitting for tonight’s events, you shall thank me later I presume, now we must go before I ravage you again.”
And with that, we apparate to Malfoy’s Manner.
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Dinner with Death Eaters
I’ve been To Malfoy’s Manner numerous times this past week, so I’m not amazed at the grand estate. There are few families here for dinner, I’m assuming that majority will be arriving for the later event, whatever that turns out to be. When we arrive, we are greeted and whisked away to the dining room where everyone waits for us. I quickly scan the room and notice that Draco is not among the pureblood elite. My heart quickly lets down, drat I was hoping to have an excuse to visit the library now I must create one.
“Looking for someone?” Riddle asks with a smirked glint in his eyes, everyone bows, and he waves his hand in greeting. I stare at the room while I answer that I was looking for Ginny.
“These dinner parties are for the inner circle and invited guest, now follow me, my dear”
For the next hour, I am paraded around and introduced to many influential puppets of Riddle’s reign. I soon began to feel suffocated by all the attention we were receiving, I seriously don’t know how Tom could enjoy these sycophants.
I was finally formally introduced to Narcissa Malfoy, she was cool and gracious as she welcomed me into her home, stating that if the Dark Lord allowed I was welcomed to visit her anytime, I smiled and told her that I would most definitely be back, excellent, an excuse to visit the library whenever I think in triumph.
Narcissa had a mysteriously regal beauty about her. She could seriously be an Icelandic model with her cold beauty; she wore a beautiful modest forest green dress that accented her willowy body. Her long silvered blond hair was swept into a low chignon, she had silver flowers interlaced throughout her hair and they simply brought out her dark blue eyes. She really was gorgeous I think absently. Whereas Bellatrix was dark and insane, Narcissa was mysterious and graceful. Lucius Malfoy looked extremely excited and was very well into his third glass of elven wine as he talked fervently to Tom. I excuse myself and say that I was going to get us refreshments.
I pass many recognizable faces, Parkinson and Nott approach me and we have a polite talk before I excuse myself. Pansy was surprisingly polite, although I assume she has no choice. Nott was and always has been a gentleman to me, even in school. I assume because we have always been in advance classes together and actually had to work on quite a few projects. I remember the very first project we worked on together in advance runes, it was then that he told me he did not believe in that nonsense that muggleborns were inferior, I mean just look at you, Granger… he also said if I told anyone he would deny this conversation… our last project together, during 7^th year we made out. It was an experimental kiss for both of us, I assumed I wanted to kiss a Slytherin and well I assume Nott wanted to kiss a "mudblood".
Afterward, we went our separate ways and never mentioned it again. Not even Harry and Ron know, nor will they ever I muse.
I grab a red wine and a Fire Whiskey before heading back towards Riddle, He has been talking to many guests that he has invited to tonight’s festivities. I see Brazil’s Prime Minister and an array of feral looking German wizards eagerly listening to Riddles words. Tom truly looked formidable in his element, controlling the masses with a smile and silvered tongue. He was truly a perfect politician.
I pass by Snape and Zabini, they are in the shadows discussing whatever snakes hiss about. I approach them, and they bow. Snape looks at my attire before telling me I look quite lovely.
Zabini continues to stare at me with cryptic eyes. Seriously this man had to be a prodigy at poker. Zabini was quite lovely I noticed, He had his mother’s beautiful cheekbones and her dark flawless skin. He was wearing an expensive dark green, almost black suit of velvet.
“Thank you, Headmaster, you gentlemen both look handsome as well tonight, I hope I am not intruding on any time of importance,” I ask as I view the dark men’s calm demeanor.
“Certainly not Miss Heartland, I was just conversing with Zabini about his new position at Hogwarts” Snape drawls in his dark baritone voice. He has his very black robes fastened with silver buttons. He views the room slowly as he converses. The ever-apparent spy.
I stare at Zabini with shock and he just stares and nods his head. “ Yes, I shall be taking over Professor Vector’s role as the Arithmancy teacher next semester. Zabini begins to sip his scotch as he subtlety looks at my black swathed form. I knew Zabini was brilliant, a genius really. In fact, I’m sure that Draco, Zabini, and myself were always neck to neck with top grades. A crown I kept onto for all seven years I think smugly.
“That’s quite incredible Zabini, seriously I knew you were exceptionally smart and I remember having advance arithmancy together, but I never would of assumed you would pursue a masters in the field. I shall have to come to a few of your lectures if you wouldn’t mind. Congratulations really” I smile sweetly and magically refill both Snape’s and Zabini’s glasses. They both nod in thanks, before Zabini adds
“Thank you, Miss Heartland, I shall look forward to your visits. In fact, if you were to ever want to work on scientific discoveries together, I would be ever so grateful to work alongside the intelligent heir of Ravenclaw” Zabini murmurs as we look onward.
“Of course, I wouldn’t mind! A tough project would be the perfect hobby for me” I finish as I stare at Riddle, who has noticed my prolonged return. His dark eyes bore into me from across the room, I can feel his magic slither towards me. Ever possessive you are Tom.
“Alas I must return to the center of the party, I did enjoy our chat gentlemen.”, and with that, I saunter back to Riddle. I may have just found an unknowing participant in my theory. I arrive just in time for Narcissa to graciously announce that dinner will be served in ten minutes and to please head towards the formal dining room. I stare at the clock in irritation, will I ever find a chance to escape upstairs.”

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Thank the gods because I finally get my chance nearing close to the end of dinner.
I noticed that Draco was still not present, and I asked Narcissa quietly where he was, she murmured back that he was not feeling good and was sleeping until tonight’s festivities occurred. Something was not right, I just had a feeling...
Riddle and I were at the center of the long dining table. Lucius sat on Riddle’s right and I sat on his left, Narcissa was next to me. The majority of dinner was mundane, there were talk and praise of Prime Minister Riddle and his accomplishments. Lucius did make an announcement that tonight would be something new, a treat that shall occur every three months. He also stated that there will be a grand ball next month for Halloween, and the majority of the room whispered in excited tones. Apparently, Malfoy’s Halloween parties were always extravagant and deviant.
Riddle is ever the gentlemen throughout the whole dinner, he occasionally leans over a few times and whispers immoral promises into my ear, all while smiling like some fallen angel. Seriously, he just liked watching me squirm.
Somewhat towards dessert I see Zabini rises and excuse himself before walking out the dining doors, I wonder where he is off to I think. I’m slowly eating my dark chocolate and raspberry ganache, trying to ignore Riddle’s hand on my thigh; I began to believe that I would never find a chance to sneak away when suddenly, a low-ranking death eater rushes to Snape, bowing before whispering something frantically in the Headmaster’s ear. Snape nods curtly before waving his hand in dismissal. He then starts at Riddle with dark eyes, nodding ever so slightly, Riddle stares at him for moments, before whispering to me
“I must attend to some urgent matters, but I shall be back before the event, do to be a good girl and remain with Narcissa, I shall know if you leave the premises and you will pay gravely Hermione, understood?” Riddle stares at my serpent collar then back to my eyes with a cold gaze.
“Yes, master” I whisper with feared eyes, although inside my magic swelled, I finally have a chance now and I will seize it.
“I will take care of Miss Heartland, my Lord,” Narcissa says kindly while eyeing Tom cautiously.
Riddle stares at her with black eyes, before he smiles and replies with honeyed-voice “Yes I’m sure you will my dear, Lucius, come we have matters to attend to”
Riddle, Snape, Malfoy, and a slightly sulking Bellatrix leave the dining room with remarkable stealth.

Two Snakes and a Griffin.
Tom and his commanders could be back any moment, I need to sneak to the library now, perhaps check and make sure Draco was fine…,Sigh, I sit in the ladies waiting room, a high ceiling room of grand design. The pureblood women are gossiping about the newest scandals. I can’t simply leave now, it would be too suspicious, I analyze.
So, I play the game of snakes. I laugh at the right moment and I gasp in alarm when there are passive-aggressive mentions of completely silly scandals. Seriously this was emotionally taxing. I notice that majority of the women were quite tipsy by now, the elven wine was quite sneaky like that.
Besides myself, Narcissa and Parkinson are the only ones that are not drinking. For opposite reason I’m sure. I test the room's energy with my powers and I notice that there’s an array mix of jealousy, superiority, lust, purpose, and wariness in the opulent room. Many of the women center their attention on me, as their new queen I’m sure they hoped to gain positions of favor in Riddle’s sovereignty. I notice Narcissa observing my continuing discomfort, this really wasn’t the scene for me. I hated the carefully played words and the ulterior motive; although that’s exactly what I was doing. I ponder in amusement as I look at the crystal doors leading to the darkened hallway…. I’m playing this game to survive… although are these women not doing the same thing? Trying to survive in a snake pit?
Narcissa stands up gracefully and walks over to where I was standing perusing the small bookcase she had in the corner of the bright room. They weren’t many, mostly books on learning different languages and magical gardening. You can learn a lot by a person’s choice of literature.
“Miss Heartland, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind following me into the parlor, there is this simply beautiful vase form your father’s bloodline. Simply alluring.” Narcissa says softly as she smiles with beautiful dark blue eyes.
“ Oh, yes of course, and please call me Hermione” I stare at the clock quickly before following her out the door. Narcissa’s flowing forest green dress swishes softly as she veers right and up the first flight of stairs. I stare in confusion before following her up the dark wooden stairs.
“ Mrs. Malfoy, isn’t the parlor near the main entrance?” I ask in hushed voices.
“ Oh, quite my dear. However I assumed you would like to go somewhere more your element, and please call me Narcissa.”, she looks back and smiles gracefully before continuing to tell me that she was taking me to the library for some fresh air, she would tell the ladies that I requested to lie down before the main event, Fae bodies are quite delicate. She winks at that last statement.
“ I … thank you Narcissa, was it that obvious that I wanted to leave?” I ask while smiling and catching up to her long legs.
“ No, not to any that do not know Hermione Granger, However, I’ve heard enough stories from my Draco during his school years to know that you would not enjoy social gossip and scandals. I told the Dark Lord that I would look after you and I am dutifully carrying out my duty.”
We have stopped at the front of the deep mahogany library doors. Narcissa grabs my hands and looks into my eyes with soft motherly affection. I stare in confused shock, there’s no way she could think I was looking for a way out…
“May you find all the answers you seek within these doors.”, and with those words, the gracious Lady of Malfoy House returned to the shrill laughter below,
Narcissa Malfoy was an enigma I resolved.

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I walk into the library and quickly scan the area, it was dark and quiet, which means no one was here. Excellent. I search around the darkened room until I find a candle, I place my thumb and pointer finger onto the wick and focus my magic to ignite. It instantly works. I waste no time and began searching the enormous library, I find the section where Fae literature would technically be when I hear a disembodied voice further down the aisle.
“You will not find anything about Fae Hermione, I’ve already looked”
My heart keels and I turn around quickly, my candle goes out and I’m in darkness again. I really needed my damn wand, I fume.
“Who's there? Draco is that you?” I ask in a throaty voice. I slowly place my body closer to the bookshelf.
“No Granger, however, I’m here to take you to him”, says a smoky voice that I recognized.
“Zabini,” I say, just as he cast a wandless luminous. I’m meeting face to face with Blaise Zabini. His dark skin glowed relatively beautiful in the Lumos alight aisle.
“ Hello Granger, Clever as ever I presume”, Zabini continues to stare at me with mysterious eyes. He extends his arm out slowly and waits for me to grab it.
We walk for a few minutes in silence before heading towards the rear glass doors, It seems we were heading outside.
“ Zabini, where are we going?” I ask warily as I stare up at him.
Zabini stares back down with jagged brown eyes, he looks at my eyes and midnight black attire, the black swirls illuminated my golden skin, he lets go of my arm gently.
“ The west gardens, they are rarely visited and Draco wants discretion, I shall not hurt you little lion” murmurs Zabini before continuing to stalk towards the western gardens.
I follow the mysterious man, this night was probably the most we’ve ever spoken then our seven years at Hogwarts combined! The walk was long since we were in the south part of the estate. I eventually ask Zabini to slow down and I quickly remove my killer heels. I race to catch up, deep purple followers follow in my wake. Zabini stares at the Fae magic with silent eyes before turning to lead the way.
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The west garden was technically just a huge sprawling maze of green shrubbery, The maze entrance was in the shape of a cobra opening its mouth, its fangs were torches. The green walls reached almost fifteen feet and blocked all outside noise upon entering, I immediately feel hesitant. I wonder if this is how Harry felt in the tri-wizard tournament… although he had many monsters to deal with, I just have two snakes. I peer at Zabini as he stops to stare at me and my flowered trail
“ I would stay close Granger, the last thing I need is Lord Voldemort’s plaything getting lost in an enchanted maze,” Zabini smirks as he continues to move around the maze blindly.
This maze makes me so nervous that I’m at the point where I start to ask myself why I would willingly walk into a dark secluded maze with a man as mysterious as Zabini, he was secretive and that’s scary not knowing what he was capable of. Before, I can ask where exactly in the maze where we headed too Zabini stops in front of a green leafed wall, I notice on the ground there are a few red roses.
Zabini taps his wand to the center of the tall shrub and mutters softly “revelare”.
The green wall melts into stairs that lead halfway up the tall wall towards a long flat pathway. There was a hidden stoned floor halfway up, it was lined with benches and at the very end was a battered Draco drinking from a bottle of fire whiskey.
“ Draco!” I say in alarm as I ruseh over to him, He stares weakly before rising up and bowing.
“ Hello, Granger, you look as beautiful as ever. I glad to see that Zabini did not scare you off”, Draco finishes this while plopping back onto the ivory bench.
“ I almost did Malfoy, she was quite startled when I ambushed her, you were right of course she was in your library”, Zabini drawls while he slowly sauntered over to us.
“ Draco what has happened to you? “Your hurt badly”, I say this softly as I take the bottle from him.
“ I’m fine Granger, really. I just wanted to make sure that Riddle didn’t punish you” Draco looks into my eyes with well maintained far. His silvered hair was shining in the moonlight. I see him wince as he shifts over for me to sit. I oblige and smell his enticing cologne again.
“ Why would Riddle punish me…oh did he find out about the library?!” I ask in shock, Riddle tortured Draco!

Draco looks in irritation as Zabini tries to control his smirk.
“ Uhm yeah something along those lines, he didn’t like that I took you to the library and I assume he just wanted to lay down the rules… you know Heartland is mine blah blah I’m a megalomaniac rubbish” Draco reaches for the bottle and takes a long swig.
I stare in confusion before saying “ I’m sorry Draco, it’s all my fault… he’s very possessive with me”. I hug Draco gently while Zabini quietly observes.
“Oh stop Granger, none of this is nowhere near your fault, Riddle is a monster that needs to be stopped,” says Draco bitterly. I notice that he has dark circles under his eyes. He continues to stare at me with softened eyes.
Zabini’s smoky voice pierces my thoughts, “ Of course he needs to be stopped Draco, he’s gaining to much power and now he’s immortal. The problem we have is that there is no one to defeat him. Merlin knows where Potter is…” , He finishes this statement by looking at me with darkened eyes.
Draco growls in agreement.
I stare at the two men, I want to tell them I’m close to figuring out how to ensnare Riddle, but can I trust Zabini? I really know nothing about the dark and handsome Slytherin… and as if Draco could read my mind, he grabs my hand. I look into his eyes.
“Hermione, I promise you that Blaise is like a brother to me, anything you say here will be kept among us, you have my word.” Draco keeps his hand in mine.
I stare at Zabini and he stares back before he nods “I ensure you, Granger, that I am not an enemy, nor have I ever been”.
I stare at the two Slytherins before finally sighing.
“Well…I’m partially theorizing but there may be a way for me to bind lord Voldemort to Tír na nÓg; an ancestral plane to Earth, where Fae used to live. If this blight thing is true then most of the land should be empty of life” … “Imagine Riddle an Immortal king with none to rule, an ironic punishment fitting him.” I don’t add that to complete the ritual I would be stuck there with him if I survived the ritual that is.
I stare anxiously at Malfoy and Zabini’s shrewd faces.
Zabini speaks first. “What would stop him from returning here, as an angry immortal Fae?”
I smile sweetly before saying “Why I’m glad you asked”
“The Fae book that I knicked from of the restricted section describes a ritual where you could change a mortal into a Fae. It requires deep ancient magick, with a “k”, an archaic form of our modern used magic. That’s what the Fae race power dwells from. Tom’s library had a couple books on magick fundamentals, but honestly, it was one of those fields that many dares dabble in, like time travel for example.”
I stop and stare at Malfoy then Zabini, expecting to be bombarded with questions, however, I was met with silence for me to continue. Well, I could get used to this I presume, thinking about how Harry and Ron would have asked at least five questions by now.. my heart pangs a bit.
“Yes… where was I?... right… so I’m certain that since I'm half Fae I should be able to perform large implementations of magick. Here’s the part where I’m technically theorizing. Since I’m half witch and half Fae I should be able to utilize both magic and magick combined, I would need my wand of course… but if I can somehow get another Fae’s essence. I can combine alchemy and transfiguration to change Riddle to Fae. His magic …or soul… I’ve discovered the Fae word meant the same for both you see, So Riddle’s magical aura would determine if he was Seelie or Unseelie, I bet 20 galleons on Unseelie.” I smirk before continuing.  “Since he’s now Fae, I would be able to then bind him to Tír na nÓg for an eternity. I would just need to combine Fae ruins with our modern rune schematics.
I can see the two Slytherins’ going over my theory in their head, cool and calculating.
Draco asks “ Why alchemy Granger? Why not transfigurations and potions, wouldn’t that make the change more precise?”
I smile before replying, “Ahh I thought so as well, but remember in the sixth year when Professor Tolgins said that alchemy, although archaic and physically exhausting, was more effective with nature-based magic. Fae culture is mostly centered on nature and natural forces. So, alchemy; which main components are based on the elements, metals, and the balance of forces, should technically be more effective than the precise logical formalities of brewing potions.” , I finish and take a deep breath.
Draco stares in shock “That’s bloody brilliant Granger…seriously you may have just created a new branch of magic”
I smile sheepishly, my face instantly flushing. “ It’s nothing really, besides it’s still a theory, I have much to prepare before I would be close to ready” I sigh, it doesn’t help that Riddle is down my neck, but I have a plan for that…
“ I agree with Draco, this is highly clever however what are the complications?” Blaise asks stoically, ever the perfect scientist I muse.
“ Well for one the easy stuff; I would have to run a few arithmancy calculations to determine which day would give me optimal results of succeeding… I also need to find more Fae books on their magick alchemy rituals… and I need my wand to practice this new power, but I’m already working on that.”
“ Well, why not use my wand or buy one?” Ask Draco curiously.
“ I suppose using a wand that I’ve had since the very beginning of my magical journey, will hold enough magical essence to sustain the rigorous alchemy rituals. Like having a best friend there to support you”
“ You said easy stuff Granger?” drawls Zabini.
“ Yes, well the hard part would be to find a way to get Tír na nÓg for the rune entrapment to work. There’s been rumored that there are a few portals on Earth that will transport you, similar to rifts in the fabric between our dimensions. However, there hasn’t been one seen for almost two- hundred years. So, I need to find a way to travel to my homeland. I also am theorizing that’s where Harry and Ron are, so maybe there’s a way to contact them… but still, this situation makes the chances slim.” I stare at the two suave Slytherins in apprehension.
“ You would need a rift thing to get back too right? I mean after you seal Voldy to his fate.” Draco says this with steeled eyes.
“ Yes, of course, your right,” I say while quickly glancing at Zabini. He stares back with knowing eyes. The statistics of me locating another rift would be near to none, however, I do have an eternity, if I survive I add glumly. If the archaic ritual doesn’t do it then Riddle will personally see my end.
Zabini stares onwards before saying, “I can obviously help with the arithmancy calculations, I would just need the numeral quadrants and the specificities of the ritual. We can compare observations when I move to the castle in three weeks. Snape wants me to trail Professor Vector for the remainder of the semester and I will take over next term.
“Thank you Zabini,” I say completely happy to have at least one teammate. My luck was turning around.
“Please Hermione, call me Blaise. We are about to commit treason together, I do believe that calls for first name bases" , Blaise smiles and alights his brown eyes to a warm chocolate. He has a pretty smile, maybe that’s why he scowls all the time, I muse
“Blaise then.” I smile sweetly.
Draco finishes his fire whiskey before saying “I shall check our library for anything pertaining to the subjects at matter, and unbeknownst to many I happen to have a rare magical antique store in Ital; Il Drago Di Smeraldo. I shall request any and all books on fae.”
“The emerald dragon” I murmur as I nod in thanks.
“I never thought you were one to collect antiques Draco?” I ask playfully.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Hermione” replies Draco, grimacing as he rises from the ivory bench. He conjures three new glasses filled with fire whiskey. “I do believe this union requires a toast”
“Agreed” drawls Blaise before accepting with a nodded thanks. I accept mine and murmur thank you. We clink our glasses and drink the fiery drink.
A trio once more, I muse, the number 3 means completeness, and it reassured me that I may be able to do this after all…
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