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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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Why was it every time Harry daydreamed about killing Snape the fantasy, somehow, turned into Snape fucking him over his desk? Crawling to the older man, sitting beneath the desk, and giving him a blowjob should not have been even remotely appealing but the scenes his imagination had been producing most recently had gone from him taking out his wand to curse the man to the deepest circle of Hell to that.

It was bad enough having these fantasies in class but to do so when he was alone with Snape in detention with their bond at work was worse. To be fair, the bond was probably the entire reason he was entertaining such disturbing ideas anyway. If only he could remind his prick that sexual thoughts about Snape were disgusting. The mental images had interested his cock a bit more than he liked. Harry couldn’t help but shift his robes around a bit to make sure that area was covered and that Snape wouldn’t notice anything.

Snape was behind his desk, looking far too amused, as Harry entered. Harry wasn’t sure why, but he was sure whatever the reasons were behind that smirk, they were not pleasant. “You’re on time,” Snape drawled. “I’m impressed.”

“Did you want me to not come…Professor?” Harry asked sarcastically, purposefully holding off on the use of the word professor.

The man’s smirk grew. After a moment, Harry felt his face heat up as he realized how his words could be taken. He wasn’t sure if that was what was on Snape’s mind but Harry had a good feeling that it was. His mind assaulted him with more vivid mental imagery. Harry, himself, sprawled out naked on Snape’s desk while the man traced every inch of his body with his tongue. A shiver rolled through his body at the thought, his green eyes glowering at the wall behind Snape, determined not to look at the older wizard.

“You could be closer without that ridiculous band of yours, Potter,” Snape said, carefully wording his sentence to where it could be taken either way. He could literally get closer to the man without the band around his wrist or he could always be closer to coming, in a very fun sense, without it. Harry swallowed and clenched his fists, fighting the temptation to do just that. Just removing the bracelet for a little while wouldn’t be so bad, would it? They could have just one more go before cutting off altogether. It would be better that way, actually!

“I think not,” Harry said reluctantly, voice strained as he forced his mouth to form the rejection.

“Pity,” Snape said slowly. “However, I doubt your self-control is strong enough to resist the pull for long. The way you threw yourself at me without it.” Harry’s stomach twisted nauseatingly as Snape grinned in amusement. “It’s hardly surprising, is it? You’ve always shown a remarkable lack of restraint since you came to this school.”

“And what about your restraint, sir?” Harry spat. “I didn’t see you stopping me.”

Something like anger flashed through those black eyes, but his smirk remained in place. “Who in their right mind would turn down the chance to deflower the Boy-Who-Lived?” Snape snorted. “While I’m sure any of your adoring fans would have been honored, there was something very special indeed about taking your innocence from you. I now have the privilege of holding this over your head, Potter. The memory of our world’s most beloved hero writhing so wantonly beneath me, pleading with me to fuck you,” Snape drawled and Harry couldn’t help the tremble of pleasure that swept through him, his arousal making itself painfully known. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and, when they opened again, he saw the triumphant look in Snape’s dark eyes. In that moment, Harry was sure he had never hated the man more. “Perfect Harry Potter offering himself in such a sluttish manner to the man he hates. Or claims to hate.”

“I do hate you,” Harry spat.

“Good,” Snape said. “I always pegged you for one of those clingy fucks. One good lay and they fancy themselves madly in love.” Snape snorted in disgust and Harry cringed.

“No offense but I doubt anything you do could make anyone think they were in love with you,” Harry said.

“And why is that, Potter?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’re rude, mean, evil, ugly…Y’know, all the things everyone ever says about you?”

“Five points from Gryffindor.”

“You asked.”

“You fell into a trap, you foolish child.”

“Either you would take points from me for saying it or take points for not answering. I went with the option I enjoyed the most.”

“You could have lied, Potter. Surely you realize by now that it is a useful skill to obtain?”

“I’d rather lose Gryffindor the House Cup than say anything nice about you.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“As if you weren’t already thinking it.”

“Touché,” Snape said. “As amusing as this banter is, I believe I’ll find more excuses to take away points once we actually get down to business.”

“Alright. Where were we? Oh yeah, your lack of self control.”

“Another five points. Just because I rather enjoyed fucking you into the floor doesn’t mean I’m lacking in self control.”

“At least one of us enjoyed it.”

“We’ve already pointed out your lack of skills in the art of lying, Potter.”

“I wasn’t lying!”

“There’s no shame in just saying it, Potter. It’s just sex.”

“I can understand you admitting it, maybe. But what in the world do you think is appealing enough about you for anyone to enjoy themselves? It was just the stupid bond!”

“A bond we should be testing right now.”

“What?! I’m not letting you touch me again, you bastard!”

“Five points!”

“Can you even do this? You arsehole!”

“Twenty points.”

“There has to be some sexual harassment code in the school laws! I bet I could get your arse fired by just telling them what you did to me over holiday!”

“Five points. Watch your language. And you won’t be running to the headmaster with some sob story. He already knows, remember? He didn’t deem it necessary then to do away with me. What makes you think he will now?”

“Because you keep trying to…to…seduce me!”

“Tsk, tsk. If I was trying to seduce you, Potter, I would have succeeded.”

“Ha! I’d like to see that! Any seduction attempt you made would probably be full of threats! It would be more like rape than anything, wouldn’t it?”

“Twenty points! That is enough!”

“What? It’s the truth! You’re a pedophile who goes after young boys and you’re a rapist because it’s the only way anyone would let you near them.”

“I didn’t have to threaten you to get you to spread your legs like a whore, you disgusting child!”

“Yes, but I’m a child, remember, Professor? It wasn’t even me! I was under the influence…of this bond!”

“That bond is exactly the reason no one will listen to you, Potter. It is the very reason we’re in this mess! Now shut your mouth before I shut it for you!”

“Oh, what are you going to do? Try to choke me with your prick or something?”

Harry had meant it to sound insulting, as though Snape was going to try to rape him. However, he realized, a bit too late, how odd it sounded. By the victorious gleam in Snape’s eyes, Harry felt dread and he blushed furiously, glancing away. He couldn’t help but feel that he wouldn’t mind so much if Snape shoved his cock down his throat. Hadn’t Harry been thinking, not long ago, how nice it would be to suck Snape off? He had only done it once but he was just itching to do it again. There was something so very nice and appealing about that hot weight on his tongue, the hard length of the man filling his mouth. Giving a blowjob had never really seemed like fun before but Harry had never really entertained homosexual thoughts before either. Thinking about it without this crazy lust was strange, and it was hard to see the good in it. Now that he had done it to Snape, though…He wanted it again.

What the hell was he thinking?!

He barely noticed the darkened look of lust in Snape’s eyes, certainly couldn’t see that his own mirrored the expression. Nor did he barely register the fact that his feet were moving or that Snape was moving to meet him in the middle. Snape reached out to touch him but stopped. Harry frowned, wishing he would just grab him and kiss him already! Harry couldn’t remember wanting him so badly before. He reached out desperately to grab Snape, but found himself stopped. It was like hitting his hand against a wall right before he could touch Snape and Harry growled in frustration.

“Band. Potter, the band,” Snape said quietly.

Harry’s hand flew to his wrist, then, as though shocked, yelped and let his hand shoot up his arm. Immediately his free hand reached up to grab the opposite arm so that he was holding himself tightly, willing himself to leave the band in place. He also tried begging his feet to move, to take him backwards and far from Snape, but they seemed firmly glued to the spot. He had a hard time focusing. It was taking all of his strength to keep himself from falling prey to the powerful carnal urges the bond was releasing in him. Snape, at least, seemed to be suffering the same fate. He stood in the same spot, his hands still raised as though he meant to reach out and grab Harry, an unfocused look in his black eyes that became confusion then disturbance.

“I think I should go,” Harry said quietly after several long, silent minutes.

“No,” Snape said sharply, finally seeming to come to himself. He cleared his throat and backed away. “We will need something to show the headmaster.”

“Fine,” Harry snapped irritably, shifting uncomfortably and wishing his arousal would calm down. “What do we do?”

Snape hesitated a moment as he thought it over. Then he smirked in a rather malicious manner that made Harry stumble backwards. “Why don’t we practice…Occlumency?”

“What?” Harry said.

“Occ-lum-en-cy, Potter,” Snape said slowly. “You remember, don’t you? The subject I was forced to start teaching you your fifth year and, despite the hard work I put into teaching you, your performance remained abysmal?”

“Teaching my arse,” Harry snorted. “Bullying was more like it.”

“Another five points from Gryffindor.”

“You shouldn’t take points from someone who’s telling the truth, Professor.”

Snape drew his wand, Harry scrambled to grab his, but before he had the chance, Snape had already cried out, “Legilmens!”

Harry fumbled with his wand and dived after it as it slammed to the floor. Only then did he realize that Snape had cast the spell but nothing had happened. He looked up at Snape in confusion, pleased to see the man looking troubled. Harry grabbed his wand and scrambled back to his feet, aiming at his professor, watching him closely. Snape was holding his wand, turning it over in his hands, and examining it. He appeared to be deep in thought as he glanced at Harry then mouthed something to himself before shaking his hand and aiming his wand at Harry again. “Legilmens!”

Out of sheer curiosity, Harry didn’t bother with a spell, though his wrist twitched and a few light blue sparks flew out of the tip of his wand in the temptation to defend himself. Again, though, nothing happened.

“Have you been practicing?” Snape asked slowly.

“No,” Harry replied honestly, blinking in surprise. He had managed to repel Snape? “D’you think the bond has something to do with it? Should we tell Dumbledore?”

“Professor Dumbledore,” Snape corrected. “Yes, this is something the headmaster should know. I have no doubt the bond must be at work. I’m not sure if it even truly worked. You can’t be an Occlumens…”

“But the bond…”

“The bond should have opened your mind up to me more,” Snape retorted agitatedly.

“Or maybe it could have lent me your skill in Occlumency,” Harry suggested.

“Hmm,” Snape said, seeming to think this over. “Possibly.”

“Or, maybe, you’re losing your touch,” Harry suggested, unable to stop himself.

Snape glared at him.

“Ahem. Guess we’ll just have to do something else now,” Harry said. He wasn’t sure why his voice had such a suggestive tone. Or why he was staring hungrily at Snape’s body. Or why he licked his lips, imagining all of the wonderful places he wanted to put his mouth.

Snape smirked. Harry blinked. Then scowled.

“What else is there?” Harry demanded harshly.

Snape snickered then waved his hand to the line of cauldrons on the nearby wall. “If you’ve been given my gift of Occlumency, perhaps we should see how well it translates into potions?”

Harry groaned.

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“I can’t believe you’re making me do this, Hermione,” Ginny grumbled as they walked down a darkened corridor.

“I’m not making you do anything, Ginny!” Hermione hissed, looking anxious as her dark brown eyes scanned the hall for their group. “Just go back to the dorms if you’re so against it.”

Ginny frowned but followed Hermione, anyway. “I just don’t understand why you need company when you have that…that bracelet that Mr. Potter got you.”

“Because we don’t know how well it will work and I don’t want to risk it,” Hermione replied stiffly. “Besides, wasn’t it agreed that you and Zabini should get to know each other?”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Ginny said with a heavy sigh. “I’m only not looking forward to it. Hanging out with two Slytherins!”

“You shouldn’t be so prejudiced, Ginny,” Hermione said. “Besides, we’ve spent time with Draco during summer. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“It was awful,” Ginny said, though the corners of her mouth quirked up. “They’re both great prats.”

“That’s hardly a nice thing to say behind someone’s back,” drawled a familiar voice. Ginny and Hermione both froze. Ginny squeezed her eyes closed and groaned while Hermione snorted and shook her head.

“Does it count if we’re the ones behind their backs?” pointed out Draco Malfoy. At least they both sounded more amused than offended.

“You shouldn’t be sneaking up on people,” Ginny said, finally turning to face them. Hermione joined her.

“We were hardly sneaking. It’s not as if you were paying attention. We were merely following you to our meeting place,” Draco explained.

“Well, come on then. No use lingering around here,” Hermione said, jerking her head down the corridor and leading the way. Ginny walked closer to Hermione as Blaise and Draco caught up with them, each walking along the other side of their soul mate. Hermione and Draco walked comfortably side by side whereas Ginny and Blaise were awkward, constantly sending each other sharp, suspicious glances.

After a few long minutes, Hermione stopped and motioned for the others to do the same. The door to the Room of Requirement appeared in the wall and Hermione stepped forward to walk in. For their purpose, the Room had come to resemble the Gryffindor common room in many aspects. The fireplace was similar, as were the chairs, with the addition of a comfortable couch with the Hogwarts crest, several bookshelves along the wall, a coffee table with a chess set laid out, and an open cupboard revealing shelves lined with various treats, including Hermione’s favorite raspberry-caramel squares.

“Wow, isn’t this nice?” Hermione said perkily. She removed her outer robe and tossed it onto a nearby chair then sat herself down on the couch. “Come on in, quickly, and close the door!”

Blaise hesitated before kicking the door closed, as he was the last one in. He looked around the place in surprise. “What is this? I’ve never seen this before.”

“The Room of Requirement,” Ginny replied, sitting down beside Hermione, being sure to take up enough room so that neither Draco nor Blaise could join them. Draco looked as though he might walk across the room to take the chair nearest Hermione, but ended up choosing one closer to Ginny instead. Blaise was left to grab one of the chairs and tug it in front of the table so that he was sitting in front of everyone as opposed to anywhere near them.

“The Room of Requirement?” Blaise repeated.

Ginny raised her eyebrow, wearing an amused look that told him she did not intend to explain further and that he would have to figure it out for himself. Hermione rolled her eyes upon seeing this and shook her head. “The Room of Requirement, also known by some as the Come and Go Room, is a magical room within Hogwarts that appears whenever a person is in great need of it. It appears to be whatever a person needs though, in order to keep everything a secret, you have to be rather specific in what you want the room to be as others can come in and see what the occupants of the room are doing if it is currently being used.”

She spoke as though reciting it from a textbook, though no textbook held any information about this particular room.

“Sheesh, you’re like the human textbook,” Blaise muttered while looking around the room curiously. “So, what do we need books for? And the chess set?”

“I don’t know, really. I guess the Room decided we needed something to do for our purposes,” Hermione replied with a shrug.

“What are our purposes, exactly?” Blaise asked.

“To get to know each other and to learn how to get along, of course,” Hermione replied.

“That’s why we’re here, anyway. You and Ginevra are here to keep us from shagging like rabbits,” Draco said.

“Draco!” Hermione hissed, face burning bright pink.

“Don’t call me Ginevra,” Ginny muttered. “But he does have a point.”

“I thought we were supposed to be ‘getting to know each other’,” Blaise said dryly.

“That’s her excuse to make us come along,” Ginny said.

“It was not an excuse, it’s true!” Hermione exclaimed. “Unless neither of you cares about being soul mates but I, honestly, thought you might want to attempt to be on decent terms!”

“Rather presumptuous, don’t you think?” Blaise asked.

“Well, then, feel free to go!” Hermione snapped.

“Nah, we’ll stay. We’ve got to make sure you and Draco keep your hands to yourselves,” Ginny said with a small laugh.

“Unless you really want to,” Blaise added. “Then we’d be more than happy to leave.”

“Wonderful friends you are,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“Only looking out for your best interests,” Blaise said with a shrug.

“Right then,” Hermione said stiffly. “Why don’t we discuss something other than our sex lives?”

“Well, there goes half the fun right there,” Blaise sighed.

“Not everything is about sex,” Ginny said.

“It should be,” Draco argued.

Ginny coughed. “Why don’t you tell them about SPEW, Hermione?”

“I doubt they’d be interested in that,” Hermione said, shaking her head. Honestly, as much as she would love to convert Draco and Blaise to her cause, she doubted it would happen and she did not organize this meeting for them to all end up arguing.

“Isn’t that something you did for house elves fifth year?” Draco asked.

“Fourth year,” Hermione corrected. “And, yes, it’s for house elf rights and protection. Though, looking at the way our society is these days, I’ve been thinking of expanding it. There are so many other creatures in our world that are mistreated. Honestly, some of the behavior I’ve witnessed towards other magical creatures is disgusting! House elves are subjected to slavery, yes. But there are also werewolves, like poor Remus Lupin, who can never hold a job because people are too scared of hiring him! They don’t seem to realize that werewolves are only truly a threat during the full moon and, even then, if they take Wolfsbane Potion and they are properly taking care of themselves, there would be no danger at all. Even Veela, like Fleur Weasley, she’s only part-Veela, but as beautiful as she is, some people treat her awfully for being on ‘part-human.’ Men treat her like a sexual object while others treat her as if she hardly deserves to be classified as a witch at all because she’s not fully human. Even Hagrid, Professor Flitwick, and others deal with prejudice for being who they are. Hagrid might be half-giant but he’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met! And Professor Flitwick might be half-goblin but he’s a brilliant wizard who is one of the most gifted Charms masters in our country!”

“I heard Lupin almost killed a student when he was here,” Blaise said in confusion.

“That’s a lie!” Hermione shrieked, face turning bright red. “Professor Snape always provided him with his Wolfsbane Potion, and he always made sure to keep away from the castle during the full moon. That’s why he missed so many days of class! He was recovering and making sure he was safe for the students before teaching again. He was very responsible about the whole thing!”

Of course, Blaise didn’t need to know the whole truth surrounding the events of third year. It hadn’t been Remus’s fault at all. Hermione eyed Blaise and Draco, who looked at each other skeptically. She was ready to snap at them if they said one negative thing about the cause she cared so deeply for or any of the people she greatly respected. They, too, looked as though they wanted to say more, but managed to keep their mouths closed.

Draco, for one, found it difficult not to make some smart remark about werewolves and even harder to keep quiet about that oaf Hagrid. Hermione didn’t seem to understand that, by nature, half-humans were abominations. Humans should reproduce with humans and that was that. Inter-species breeding was a disaster in the making! That’s how you ended up with things like centaurs who, as wise as they were, were dangerous! Then Hagrid may have been nice compared to full giants but he was still a fool! Always playing around with dangerous things. It was a wonder he and his idiot dog were still alive.

The young Malfoy had plenty he could have said in response to Hermione but was doing his best to keep some control over his tongue. Most Slytherins had been giving him the cold shoulder all day and he had carried around a very awful feeling of foreboding since waking up that morning. No one had even done anything all day, save for some very rude remarks from Pansy and Theodore. It was all just a matter of time and the longer it took, the worse Draco was going to feel about it all. He needed to be smart about this and keep his cool with the allies he managed to get. The Order was doing what they could to protect Draco and his family even before all of this had happened. If he wanted to keep that safety, he was going to have to show some restraint.

Not knowing what to say in response to Hermione’s rant, there were several long minutes of uncomfortable silence. It was finally broken when Ginny mentioned the latest Quidditch match between the Pride of Portree and the Tutshill Tornados that, according to the Daily Prophet, had finally ended after three weeks. It had been a very close game with Pride of Portree winning. They had only had a difference of about three points before the Snitch had finally been caught. Draco happily boasted of his favorite team’s win while, to their shock, Blaise and Ginny defended the Tornados, who they had been rooting for. More discussion led them both to realize that the Tornados were both of their second favorite teams. Though they were relieved to know they had different teams picked as their very favorites. Ginny, predictably, was a Holyhead Harpies fan while Blaise preferred the Falmouth Falcons.

“’Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads’,” Ginny said, reciting the Falcons’ motto. “Of course.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Blaise asked with a grin. “A team that knows what it wants, will do anything to achieve their goals, and willing to punish those who get in the way?”

“Such violence,” Ginny snorted.

Draco laughed. “So, Hermione, do you have a favorite team?”

Ginny laughed before Hermione had a chance to open her mouth. “Hermione thinks Quidditch is pointless!”

“I do not!” Hermione defended. “I think obsession with a sport is pointless. It does, however, promote a healthy sense of competition, is a great means of keeping the body in shape, it is, from what I’ve heard, fun and a great stress reliever. There are plenty of good qualities to Quidditch. What I don’t understand is how serious people take it. It is just a game.”

“It’s a way of life,” Ginny said dramatically, though the amusement glittering in her bright brown eyes assured them that she wasn’t that serious about it. Hermione rolled her eyes at her friend.

“Anyway, as of right now, I would have to say the Pride of Portree,” Hermione replied calmly.

“Yes!” Draco cheered in a whisper.

“Aww, they really are soul mates,” Blaise muttered.

“What I like about them is more than just how successful they’ve been or how attractive their Keeper, Talgan Hooper is,” Hermione went on, ignoring them. “No, what I like is how gracious they’ve been. They’re undefeated this season and they’re always so nice about it. They don’t rub it in their opposition’s face as many teams do. They’re not very arrogant either, which I like. Oh! Also the way they play is brilliant. I suppose that’s important,” Hermione said, blushing as Ginny just gaped at her for such a statement. “They really have great players this season and they’re all so very smart too. They don’t do the same plays repeatedly. They’ve been very unpredictable which, I bet, is what’s done them so much good. Did you hear, they also have been donating loads of money to the St. Mungo’s Save a Dream Foundation! From what I’ve heard, that’s not the only charity they give to, either.

“The players themselves all have very incredible stories. Their Seeker was homeless before joining the team. His parents disowned him when he decided to pursue his dreams of becoming a professional Quidditch player instead of following his father’s footsteps and joining the family business of making magical chocolate. One of their Chasers is fifty three years old! He’s the oldest player in the League and everyone is always telling him he should quit but he doesn’t let what anyone else says determine what he does. Then their Keeper…What?” Hermione blinked in surprise when she realized everyone was gaping at her.

“I’ve never heard of someone picking their favorite Quidditch team based on their morals and personalities and things like that,” Blaise said, shaking his head slowly.

“That’s Hermione for you,” Ginny giggled.

“Well, I apologize for caring about more than just how well that team is doing in the season alone,” Hermione sniffed.

“You’ve really done your research,” Draco said, sounding impressed. He hadn’t expected Hermione to know so much about Quidditch. She didn’t seem the type to be interested at all. He expected that the only reason she attended any of the school games were because Potter, Weasley, and Ginevra all played as well as general House spirit. Even if she cared enough about Quidditch to have a favorite team, he certainly hadn’t expected her to know so much about the teams or how well they were doing.

“Ooh, he’s drooling,” Blaise teased.

“I think they really were a match made in Heaven,” Ginny said with a grin.

“Shut up, Ginny,” Hermione muttered. “He asked!”

“You must be his perfect woman…or his almost-perfect woman, seeing as how you’re a Mu…” Blaise said then quickly cut himself off. He glanced to Draco uncertainly, then glanced away in confusion before finally sending an apologetic look to Hermione.

“And you were doing so well,” Ginny said, though she didn’t sound all that upset. She seemed to realize the effort the Slytherin boys were putting into this.

“They have been remarkably well behaved,” Hermione commented.

“You make it sound like we’re children,” Draco said, wrinkling his nose. His voice, at least, seemed normal, for which he was grateful. He certainly didn’t want to show how much Blaise and Ginny’s comments had bothered him. Maybe he and Hermione were soul mates but that didn’t have to mean anything. Blaise was right; Hermione was a Muggle-born. Any interest he might have in her couldn’t be real. It didn’t matter how beautiful, smart, or how much he felt drawn to her. It was only the bond. The bond had made them had sex, and the bond was responsible for any confusing feelings he might have for her right now.

Draco found himself more aware of Hermione for the remainder of the night. He made sure not to look at, speak to or about her too much and was especially trying hard not to even think about her too much. Instead, he put more of his attention on Ginevra. That part wasn’t very hard to do. Ginevra was just as pretty as Hermione with just the sort of spunky attitude to keep him interested. Midway through the meeting, her sharp words felt more playful than malicious, though she was especially clever with her retorts.

Blaise had made clear that he could never have feelings for Ginevra, as she was a blood-traitor Weasley. And, to Draco, being a blood-traitor was a step above being Muggle-born. She would surely help sort out his unnecessary thoughts and feelings for the Mudblood. When the time came to leave, Draco found the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action.

The girls were walking several yards ahead of them while Draco and Blaise lagged behind. “You know, I really think we’ve been wrong about them,” Draco said quietly, hoping he was being loud enough for the girls to hear.

“They weren’t so bad,” Blaise admitted reluctantly.

“More interesting than half the girls we know,” Draco snorted. “And, by Merlin, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl so…stunning.”

“Hmm,” Blaise snorted.

“There’s just something about Ginevra…I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

It worked. Draco grinned as Ginny turned to look at him, a puzzled but pleased look in her brown eyes. As their eyes met, they completely missed the looks that crossed their friends’ faces. No one saw the hurt flash through Hermione’s chocolate eyes. No one noticed the jealousy flash through Blaise’s dark eyes as he sent a quick glare in Draco’s direction, turning his own appreciative look to Ginny as she turned back around.

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Visiting hours were over at St. Mungo’s, which meant the building was far quieter and less busy than it was during the day. It was the perfect time to put their plan into action.

Penelope Clearwater didn’t work in the mental health unit but Cedric Diggory’s role as being a trainee in that part of the hospital helped. He only had to claim that Alice had accidentally hurt herself to anyone who questioned Penelope’s presence. No one really gave them a second glance.

“Healer Tullos doesn’t usually check on them too much at night but we should work quickly just in case,” Cedric explained as they shut the door and hurried over to the beds Alice and Frank occupied.

“Hi, remember me?” Cedric asked as he stood between their beds, helping them up while Penelope dug the necessary equipment out of her bag, setting it up on one of the meal trays. “Remember what I talked to you about earlier?”

Both just gave him odd looks and Cedric sighed.

“If we need their blood, can’t we just prick them and do it ourselves?” Penelope asked uncertainly.

“I don’t know but I wouldn’t want to risk messing it up,” Cedric explained. “We can always try to help them write it.”

“They won’t get upset, will they?” Penelope asked. She wasn’t familiar enough with the Longbottoms to know if they would have a fit over being touched or not.

“I don’t think so,” Cedric said with a frown.

“Is there anything you know for sure?” Penelope muttered.

“Just that we should do this now,” Cedric said. “Come on.”

Penelope carefully picked up both trays and carried them over to the beds, handing one to Cedric. He sat down on the bed beside Frank while Penelope carefully got on beside Alice. “Here, touch this to the tip of your finger,” Cedric said, handing the quill to Frank.

Frank didn’t question him and watched his hand curiously as he did as instructed. “Ow!” he hissed as it pricked his finger. “Bleeding.”

“Yes, you’re bleeding,” Cedric said patiently, pulling the inkpot closer. “Now, dip the quill into this.”

The wizard looked confused for a moment and just stared at the quill. Cedric frowned, prepared to take his hand then guide him, but Frank finally nodded his head and reached out to dip the feather of the quill into the ink. Cedric laughed shakily. “Now the other end.”

“Odd,” Frank said, then turned the quill around onto its side.

“Like this,” Cedric said, turning the quill around properly.

“Oh,” Frank said and held it.

“Now dip it,” Cedric instructed.

“Kay,” Frank said, slowly dipping the quill into the inkpot, as though he expected it to explode at any moment.

“Set it down. Right on the parchment,” Cedric said, pushing the parchment closer to Frank. “Then repeat after me. Nomen anima mea.”

“Nomen…anima…mea,” Frank repeated dully.

“Good job, Frank,” Cedric said, giving him a gentle pat on the back.

“Good job, Frank,” Frank muttered.

Cedric pulled the tray into his own lap, watching as the quill scribbled along the parchment. He glanced up at Penelope’s progress with Alice. They were just now setting the quill on the parchment while Penelope told Alice the words to say. When Cedric looked back down, the quill was finally dropping.

The soul counterpart of Frank Emory Longbottom is one Mary Anne Macdonald.

“It’s not Alice,” Cedric said, feeling some relief. That didn’t necessarily mean they were in good shape. There was still so much they had to factor in. But the fact that it wasn’t Alice gave them some hope.

“Who is it?” Penelope asked curiously as Alice’s quill stood up to write.

“Mary Macdonald. I don’t know who it is,” Cedric admitted. “Hopefully someone in the Order will know. If not, I’m sure we can find her.”

“I hope so,” Penelope said, glancing from Alice to Frank sympathetically. She gasped and jumped when the quill dropped, the sound of it hitting the tray loud in the otherwise silent room.

“Who is it?” Cedric asked anxiously, setting the tray down on the bedside table.

Penelope looked down at it, her eyes growing wide. “Oh my God!” she gasped.

“What? What is it?” Cedric asked in a panic, jumping up then rushing over to their bed to see what it was.

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Author’s Note: Okay so I’m not totally happy with this chapter…I even considered cutting it, but looking at it and the outline, I realized it was necessary to have. I hope y’all like it better than I did lol. If not, I plan on working on the next chapter and hope to get it done very soon.

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Thanks so much to all of my reviewers: Madamdragon, Sablesilverrain, and unneeded!

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Sablesilverrain: *is cared for* :) and *points above* there be happy :P *gets to work on next chapter before I'm yelled at again* xD

Big thanks to my beta, Dani, for fixing this up for me and being so awesome about getting my chapters back to me so fast! She’s awesome!

Next chapter: Harry has trouble in Defense, Ron gets jealous, and Grace gets sneaky!
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