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CHAPTER NINETEEN

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The soul counterpart of Alice Gillian Yarbrough is Amos Elvis Diggory.

Cedric gaped down at the sight of his father’s name as he sank onto the bed on the other side of Alice. For several minutes his mind was a jumbled mess, trying to comprehend what he was reading. Alice Longbottom’s soul mate was his father! What about his mother? Screw what the book said about soul mates. His parents were too in love, too perfect for each other not to be soul mates. Cedric blinked rapidly and slowly shook his head. What was even more interesting was the fact that not only was Alice not his mother but she was the mother of his soul mate. How strange.

“Wow,” Cedric said, rubbing his hands over his face.

“It’ll be okay, Cedric,” Penelope said comfortingly. She had since moved the tray away and grabbed both sheets of parchment, rolling them up and setting them in Cedric’s hands. “Alice and Frank aren’t soul mates and you know Alice’s personally. This is good news, right?”

“I don’t know,” Cedric laughed shakily. “I have a feeling Mum won’t like this at all.”

Penelope smiled comfortingly and patted his shoulder. “I don’t imagine anyone would be happy to learn that their spouse isn’t their soul mate. Just sit down with the book and explain everything to them. Assure them that it doesn’t have to ruin their marriage if they don’t let it and that helping the Longbottoms would be a great thing. It’ll turn out just fine.”

Cedric wasn’t so sure about that himself. Camilla Diggory was a wonderful wife and mother but she wasn’t always the most understanding person in the world. He was sure it would take a lot of convincing to get her on board with things. In the end, though, wasn’t it Amos’s decision? It was too late at night to go into too much thought about that. Cedric shook his head and stood up, smiling at Penelope. “Thanks. I better go now. I’ll bring these to Professor Dumbledore in the morning before work.”

“Right,” Penelope said. “Keep me updated, okay? Good luck with everything!”

He smiled and waved as he walked out of the door, stuffing the parchment into his robes. It was his feeling that he was going to need all the luck he could get when dealing with his parents.

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Harry was furious as he stormed into his Defense Against the Dark Arts class closely followed by a concerned looking Hermione and Ron. As other classmates trickled in, they shot him confused glances. Sirius frowned from behind his desk as he watched his godson kick the leg of a table angrily before throwing his bag to the floor and plopping down in the chair. He shot his friends a glare, as though daring them to argue against the day’s seating arrangements. In most classes, Harry had to sit between them to keep them from arguing much. Today neither seemed to think it was prudent to ask him to change places and sat beside each other without complaint.

Sirius stood up then walked across the room to his godson while the other seventh years came in. “Snivellus giving you trouble, still?”

“Mhm,” Harry grunted moodily, yanking his book from his bag and slamming it onto the tabletop angrily.

“Want me to kill him?” he offered with a smile.

Harry snorted. “I would love for you to. I wouldn’t tell anyone if you did.”

“We’d help, wouldn’t we, Harry?” Ron added.

“I would love to,” Harry grumbled.

“What happened now?” Sirius asked curiously, hoping it was awful enough to give him a good excuse to do some damage to Snape.

“Same as usual,” Harry said, rubbing his hands over his face, in the process pushing his glasses up into his hair. “I’m bloody useless with potions. Doesn’t help that Nott keeps sabotaging my work. Snape goes around insulting me and pointing out every little thing I do wrong for everyone to hear. And…he’s just an arse.” No need to let anyone know the remarks Snape liked to make when no one else could hear. Mostly they involved sexual comments, how he was too focused on ogling his teacher to get the potion right, the bond was part of the problem, to be honest, and downright cruel reminding Harry of his complete failure. The worst of comments were reserved for his ears only when he’d have no witnesses to help him at all. Surely, there was something he could do about Snape. The potions master had never been so ruthless with him before, saving the worst of his torment for Neville. Snape’s friendship with his mother could be in jeopardy if he bullied Harry the way he did other students. It didn’t seem to matter to him now.

Detentions had been the worst events Harry could recall. The only thing he might say was worse would have been Umbridge’s detentions his fifth year. Snape taunted him, urged him to lose the band and control. While Harry noticed the desire in those black eyes now and then, he didn’t fully blame the man’s attitude on the bond. Snape didn’t act out of desperation or lust. Everything he said was malicious, as though he was more interested in further torturing Harry than actually enjoying a good shag. They spent more time fighting in those detentions than anything, barely getting any real work done with the bond. There were only a few experiments with potions and Occlumency. It was already two and a half weeks into the term with a few detentions a week and they hardly had anything to show for it. Now Dumbledore wanted to meet with them at the end of the week to discuss it!

“Maybe I can see if Dumb…Professor Dumbledore will let us bring Snape in as a practice dummy,” Sirius said thoughtfully.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Professor Black, I think it’s time for class to start.”

“What? Is it?” Sirius asked, checking his pocket watch. “Oh, you’re right! Thanks Herm…Miss Granger. Ten points for Gryffindor for paying more attention than me!”

Hermione sighed, shook her head, but also smiled softly.

Students enjoyed Professor Black’s classes as much as they had enjoyed Professor Lupin’s. The only difference was that Remus had been a good teacher who managed to get his students to enjoy learning. Sirius was a riot in class. He was very informal with students and encouraged them to do the same. Everything was casual and Sirius liked to have fun but he often needed reminding to actually teach his lessons. He was more interested in reliving his glory days as a Hogwarts student. No one really seemed to mind except for Hermione and some of the Ravenclaws in the class.

“Today let’s talk…” Sirius said, flipping through the pages of the textbook on his desk. “Unconventional Magic Techniques,” he read the chapter title. “Alright, chapter 25! Page…Eh…612.”

While everyone turned to the correct pages, Sirius glanced over the material in the chapter then hopped up onto his desk, watching as the students got out their books. When everyone was looking back at him, Sirius grinned. “So…What are the…unconventional magical techniques mentioned?”

Hermione’s hand shot up into the air. Terry Boot and Lisa Turpin slowly followed suit. Sirius raised his eyebrows at them and folded his arms over his chest, leaning back a bit. “I will break you all of this habit eventually, you know.”

“They talk about wandless, nonverbal, and combination spells,” Hermione explained.

“Good! Five points for Gryffindor,” Sirius said. He always seemed to get a lot of enjoyment out of awarding Gryffindor points. “Hmm…So, what are the good things about them?”

“The pros of using nonverbal spells include your adversary having no warning about what type of magic you are about to perform. You have a split-second advantage using them. Also, if you were trying to sneak up on someone, you wouldn’t give away your location with the sound of your voice,” Hermione explained immediately. Lisa had begun talking at the same time but stopped when Hermione launched into her explanation, glaring at the back of her head. “Wandless magic is very useful if you ever are caught without your wand. A combination of wandless and nonverbal magic is extremely useful, obviously, for all of the reasons I’ve already given.”

“Very good! Ten points,” Sirius said, reaching behind him to grab a small ball from his desk, tossing it into the air and catching it while he looked around. “And the bad side of things?”

“No one can perform nonverbal or wandless spells as well as they can when they actually say the incantation aloud or with their wand,” Hermione answered promptly. “They also take far more concentration to produce. There is also the fact that there are certain spells you cannot perform at all without the incantation or a wand because of how powerful they are, such as all three Unforgiveable Curses.”

“Another ten points! Anything else you’d like to share with the class, Hermione?”

“Well, obviously everyone has performed nonverbal, wandless magic in their lives. Children’s wild magic is obviously both. It also proves a good point about that sort of magic, though. It’s unpredictable. Even fully trained, mature wizards can have bouts of ‘accidental’ magic which are always nonverbal and wandless. But they’re dangerous. Very few wizards have actually been successful in producing nonverbal, wandless magic that they could actually control and make use of,” Hermione replied.

It went back and forth for several minutes. Hermione named the seven people mentioned in the book who had been proficient with nonverbal and wandless spells, five of which being the obvious answers of Merlin and the school founders. The other two names, Hermione commented, she had heard before though she couldn’t remember from where. She was also able to answer that nonverbal spells were easier than wandless spells, why wizards needed a wand for spellcasting, why incantations were needed, and almost everything covered in the chapter. Sirius had eventually grabbed the book and flipped to random pages, asking for definitions and other questions, daring Hermione to answer without her book, which she did flawlessly. She also managed to earn Gryffindor a great deal of points, to the irritation of the other Houses.

“Well, now, that’s enough of that,” Sirius said, clearing his throat. He tossed the book aside. When it hit his desk, it ended up sliding across it and fell off, landing on the floor with a loud thud. He made no move to pick it up. “Now, I think you learned a little bit about nonverbal spells last year, right?”

“We were supposed to,” sighed Terry Boot. “It was supposed to be sixth year curriculum but Tonks wasn’t very good at it.”

Nymphadora Tonks had taken a year off from being an Auror to teach Defense last year, per request. But, with Voldemort growing in power, the Auror department needed everyone they could get on their team, which was why she hadn’t come back this year. Harry had a feeling that the only reason anyone might miss her was how amusing she was in class, tripping over everything and being able to change her appearance.

“No, I don’t doubt she wasn’t,” Sirius muttered. The very mention of the woman’s name made him stiffen. Harry wondered why, but had little time to wonder about it. “Now, I suppose we’ll just have to practice, then! We’ll start off small, since you didn’t get much practice last year. Everybody up!”

Sirius divided everyone into pairs and ordered them to stand in two lines. One line was to try to jinx their partner while the other had to shield against it, all done nonverbally. Sirius hopped back onto his desk to watch with promise of further instruction after they gave it a try. Ron was purple in the fact as he tried to jinx Harry, lips pressed tightly together to ignore the temptation to actually verbalize the spell. Hermione, who was beside him, managed to repel Neville’s muttered Jelly-Legs Jinx that earned her twenty points from Sirius. She beamed at him before turning back to Neville to continue practicing.

Harry let himself relax, not really expecting Ron to actually do it. After a few minutes, Sirius had them change so that Harry’s line of people was the one jinxing while the other line shielded against it. Harry stood up straighter, pointing his wand towards Ron as he thought of the incantation in his head for the Stretching Jinx. Extendam, extendam, extendam, he thought hard repeatedly, willing the jinx to work. He envisioned the jinx working, pictured in his head what should be happening. It was hard with other people whispering the words and ruining his concentration, especially when Hermione succeeded in performing the Dancing Feet spell on Neville.

“Come on now, no cheating!” Sirius called out when Draco muttered the Langlock jinx against Blaise.

“Stop that, he’s not your partner!” hissed Hermione. Harry, out of the corner of his eye, had also seen Theodore mutter the Tripping Jinx against Draco instead of his partner Pansy. Draco was now sprawled on the floor at Blaise’s feet, blushing madly. Hermione shot Theodore a nasty look before running forward to help Draco up.

“I don’t need your help, Mudblood,” Draco spat, pride obviously wounded. Harry glared at him, half tempted to repeat what Theodore had done against him.

“Hey now, none of that!” Sirius called out, glaring at Draco, as well.

“You’re not the professor, are you, Granger? No matter how much you want to be,” Theodore said.

“Yes, well, I am the professor and I happen to agree with Hermione,” Sirius said, turning his glower to Nott. “Ten points from Slytherin for attacking someone other than your partner and saying the incantation aloud. Another five points for uncalled for language, Malfoy. Back in line.”

Hermione, looking a bit wounded, returned to her spot in front of Neville. Harry reached out and gave her arm a comforting squeeze before pointing his wand back at Ron. Extendam, he went back to repeating in his mind. He was starting to get frustrated but was doing his best not to slip and actually say it aloud.

After a while, he could feel the magic start to roll through him, causing excitement to follow it. Was it working now?

“You’re not supposed to say it aloud,” Hermione hissed.

Was he saying it aloud?

Before Harry could focus on what he was doing to find out if he was, there was a loud bang and a harsh force propelled him backwards. He barely had time to think before he hit the wall, hard, and the floor nearly as bad. Someone was screaming. Harry was too shocked at first to recognize anything but, slowly, he became aware of how badly his head was throbbing, that he couldn’t see anything, and the warm liquid he felt running down the side of his face could only be blood.

“Ronnie!” he heard Hannah Weasley shriek.

“You’re not supposed to attack yourself while you attack someone else, Pothead!” Nott called out.

“Can it, Nott,” Sirius snapped. “Harry, are you alright?”

“Harry?” Hermione asked with concern.

He wanted to tell them he was fine but couldn’t. He tried to open his eyes but wasn’t sure if he succeeded or not. He still saw black.

“They both look like they need to get to the hospital wing,” came Neville’s voice.

“Is Ron bad?”

“About as bad as Harry,” Neville said.

“Did one of them do this?” Sirius said, jerking his head in the direction of the Slytherins.

“I don’t know, really,” Hermione admitted. “It looked like Nott was trying something but I wasn’t paying enough attention. I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“Not…” Harry said, trying to tell her it wasn’t her fault, but failing.

“So it was him? Nott! Another ten points from Slytherin and a detention!” Sirius barked.

“Is he okay?” Draco asked.

“What’s it to you?” Sirius growled.

“I don’t know. We need to get him to the infirmary,” Hermione said, sliding her arms under Harry to try to pull him up.

“Woman, are you a witch or not?” Draco muttered.

“Don’t point your wand at him!” Sirius snapped.

Draco didn’t seem to heed the warning as Harry suddenly found himself hovering in midair.

“I only thought magic might be a better way of getting him there but I can always drop him if you want,” Draco said sarcastically.

“Hermione, go with them,” Sirius said.

“I will,” Hermione promised.

Harry wanted to move or say something but was stuck. He should have been panicking, he thought, but found it just as hard to feel anything as it was to do anything. As Draco and Hermione led him out of the classroom, Harry slowly felt himself drift off into blackness.

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Madam Pomfrey was able to fix up Ron and Harry as only she could. Both had concussions from hitting stone walls and stone floors so hard, Ron having the added addition of being ten feet tall due to the Stretching Jinx that Madam Pomfrey also had to undo. Hannah was left crying at her husband’s bedside while the Gryffindors all crowded around Harry, along with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, who had followed him. Grace Potter joined them the moment she heard, looking strangely somber.

It was a little under an hour before Harry and Ron finally woke up only to have more potions shoved down their throats. Madam Pomfrey wasn’t too happy to have them leave but, with promises to take care of themselves, she finally relented. Grace spent several minutes fussing over her brother while Hannah did the same with Ron until, finally, the group managed to make its way out of the infirmary and into the corridors.

Grace had to be rushed off to her own Defense Against the Dark Arts class while most of the sixth and seventh years crowded around had free periods. Hermione decided to go for a walk outside, inviting Ginny, Harry, Draco, and Blaise to come along. Harry, apologetically, declined the invitation since he had already promised Ron they could go over plays and things before practice with the team that evening. That left Hermione with her best girl friend and two Slytherins, though that was nothing new these days. The group had been meeting every other day or two since the first time, usually after curfew to avoid being seen by everyone, and generally in the Room of Requirement to avoid being caught. Today it didn’t seem to matter to them who saw them all together. Hermione and Ginny had stopped caring altogether after the first time while the boys were just now getting used to the idea of being seen acting friendly towards the Gryffindor girls, a Muggle-born and a blood traitor.

“Do you guys really think it was Theo?” Blaise asked as they headed down to the lake.

“Harry said it was Nott,” Hermione said with a shrug.

“The way he’s been acting, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Draco said. “You’ve seen how he is, Blaise.”

“Yeah, I know,” Blaise admitted, though he looked troubled.

“Don’t tell me you’re defending that git,” Ginny said, eyes narrowed.

“Does it sound like I am?” Blaise snapped. “I was only asking.”

“Don’t jump on his arse, Ginevra,” Draco said. “He was our friend for a long time. Even I have to admit his recent behavior isn’t really…Well, it’s not very like the Theo Nott we grew up with.”

“Yeah, well, people change when they take that Mark,” Hermione said with a frown.

Ginny snorted. “Are you kidding? That’s the kind of thing they’ve all been doing since they got here.”

Draco glared at her but Blaise laughed. “She’s got a point.” With that, Draco’s face relaxed and he snickered.

“What we did to Potter were harmless pranks,” Draco said with a sniff.

“Right,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

“What? You don’t believe me?” Draco asked, dramatically putting his hand over his heart. “That wounds me, Hermione.”

“You broke Harry’s nose last year!” Hermione exclaimed though she couldn’t help but laugh as she said it. She felt she should probably be taking this more seriously. They all should. Their history wasn’t all that good and they were talking about her soul mate breaking her best friend’s nose.

“I almost broke it,” Draco corrected.

“You stomped on his face, then,” Hermione said, folding her arms over her chest and sitting down under a tree with a huff. As this was done just as dramatically as Draco’s actions, the three laughed and Hermione struggled not to laugh along with them.

“You punched me in the face third year if you’ll recall,” Draco pointed out.

“You deserved it! And what does me punching you have to do with you injuring Harry?” Hermione asked.

“That’s a matter of opinion,” Draco sniffed. “Potter deserved what he got just as well! He was eavesdropping!”

“Spying would be a more accurate term,” Blaise offered.

“Oh, don’t you start in,” Ginny teased.

“See? He was spying!” Draco said triumphantly.

“You can’t blame him for mistrusting you. You are a completely evil prat, you know,” Hermione said wisely.

“Evil…?” Draco began.

“He didn’t even question the prat part of it,” Ginny pointed out.

“Hush it, Ginger. No one asked for your input,” Draco shot back.

It was a real testament of how well these meetings had been going that no one looked offended by now. At least not seriously offended.

“Ginger? That’s a step up from blood traitor or Weaselette. Good work, ferret-face,” Ginny said with a sweet smile.

“Ferret-face? I’m nice with my insults and you go there? Very cheap, Ginger Weasel,” Draco said.

“At least no one’s come up with any creative names for me,” Blaise said smugly.

Ginny and Hermione grinned, glanced at each other then turned their mischievous eyes back to Blaise. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

Draco clapped Blaise on the back. “You just challenged the most vindictive witch and the smartest witch in our school to come up with an insult for you. Good job.”

“…Damn it,” Blaise muttered, shaking his head.

“Hey! I’m not vindictive,” Ginny argued.

“Are you feeling okay, Draco? I think you complimented me,” Hermione laughed.

“Well, you have red hair and you’re a Weasley,” Draco said to Ginny. Then to Hermione he offered, “And you would do well not to act to surprised. I can always go back to calling you an overbearing know-it-all with dirty blood.”

“I think you like me,” Hermione teased to which Draco felt his face heat up.

“What does having red hair have to do with anything?” Ginny demanded with a laugh.

“Having red hair and being a Weasley are the reasons for everything that’s wrong with you, of course,” Draco said.

“And here I thought we were getting along,” Ginny said, leaning over to bump teasingly into Draco’s side.

“You started it! You called me ferret-face!” Draco exclaimed.

“No, you started it by calling me Ginger,” Ginny reminded him.

“…Oh. Yeah,” Draco said.

The foursome laughed then moved onto other subjects. They spent a short amount of time discussing the greater animosity between Harry and Snape in Potions, catching Ginny up on the latest lesson while Draco struggled not to make remarks about their sex life being involved. Such as, maybe, one was upset with the other for no longer putting out, Snape refusing to fuck Harry over his desk, or other such things since Blaise likely didn’t know about the sexual component to Snape and Harry’s bond as well as that Ginny and Hermione would probably get mad at him if he spilled the news. Following that, they discussed the day’s classes for a short time, though they had to quickly move off the subject before Hermione got too involved in it. Finally, they landed on Quidditch with a healthy debate and sense of competition over the new season at Hogwarts. Draco had been made captain of the Slytherin team this year and refused to tell the Gryffindors anything about the Slytherin tryouts he had been holding the past few evenings.

“…no offense or anything, Draco,” Ginny was saying, “but Harry is a better Seeker.”

“Like I say, it’s only a matter of opinion. Biased opinion, at that,” Draco said.

“It’s a fact!” Ginny exclaimed with a wide grin. “Has his record shown you nothing?”

“He’s only lucky,” Draco argued.

“He’s good,” Hermione interjected. “Brilliant actually! It’s okay, though, Draco…he only has natural talent on his side.”

“Hey now! I’ll have you know that I possess a great deal of natural talent!”

“Natural talent for choosing the right hair care products maybe,” Ginny muttered under her breath.

“Oh. Like my hair, do you?” Draco said with a grin.

“Oh, I love it,” Ginny said sarcastically, reaching over to ruffle his blond hair.

“DON’T DO THAT!” Draco cried out, ducking his head to try to get away from her hand. His head might have landed in Hermione’s lap had it not been for the protective band she was wearing. She didn’t always wear it, he noted. He had been able to put his arm around her on the Hogwarts Express, though that was mainly due to the fact that Grace had stolen and hidden it before they boarded the train. He found that out in an argument the girls had halfway through the trip. Some days Draco was able to shove her playfully or ruffle her hair as Ginny had just done to him while others he was stopped by some invisible barrier. He was slightly bothered by the realization that she was wearing it, feeling his good mood slipping away without his consent.

“Awwww. Is Drakey-poo sensitive about his hair?” Ginny teased.

“Ugh. Don’t call me that,” Draco grumbled, sitting up. His voice held more of a bite than it usually did, as proven by the surprised looks on his friends’ faces. Draco forced himself to grimace and try to look more amused. “Pansy used to call me that.”

“Oh…Gross,” Ginny said with a shudder. “Sorry, pookie.”

“I really hate you, Ginevra.”

As the friends continued to joke around, Draco became aware of the group not too far from them. Sitting around another tree several yards away were familiar faces; Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hannah Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Susan Bones, and Megan Jones. Harry and Ron had their brooms in their laps with broom servicing kits, fixing them up while they chatted animatedly with their group of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff friends. Only, Ron didn’t seem so keen on their conversation anymore. Instead, his blue eyes were narrowed at his ex-girlfriend and her new friends.

Draco smirked as a new idea formulated in his mind. Very casually, he moved his arm to wrap around Hermione but, suddenly, found his movement stalled. Quickly he moved his arm to scratch the back of his head instead. He felt his face heat up, heart racing slightly in embarrassment over what he had almost done and hadn’t quite been able to do. Hermione didn’t seem to have noticed Draco’s move but Blaise had. The other wizard’s dark eyes glanced to Ron then he scooted closer to Hermione and slid his arm around her shoulders. He leaned in closer so that Hermione tensed then pressed his mouth closer to her ear. “Your boyfriend’s jealous.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” Hermione corrected stiffly, glancing at Ron, as well.

“Yes, well, he’s jealous,” Blaise said.

“I don’t see why when he’s got his pretty little wife hanging on his every word,” Hermione muttered.

Draco could hear their whispered conversation so he knew that Blaise was only doing this to help Hermione out, as would have been his excuse for touching her in the first place. Still seeing his best friend’s arm around his woman like that made him feel…no, he wasn’t jealous. It had to be something else. Irritated. Yes, he was irritated! Blaise had his own soul mate to worry about, didn’t he? Why didn’t he care about Ginny’s feelings over this whole thing?

“Ron is such a prat,” Ginny muttered, seeming to finally notice her brother’s glaring. “I love him but he’s been so stupid ever since breaking up with Hermione.”

“He’s always been a bit on the slower side, Ginevra,” Draco assured her.

“I should probably be mad that you’re insulting my brother,” Ginny muttered. “But that idiot deserves it.”

Ginny then cleared her throat, scooted closer, shifted around where she sat then, quite clearly, for everyone to see, took Draco’s hand into her own, lacing their fingers together. This time around, Draco was more aware of the reaction of his friends. Gray eyes glanced to his left, watching the way Blaise’s eyes narrowed at him and the way Hermione’s lips tightened then curled down into a frown. Draco was too surprised to think much of it now and could only look to his right at a smirking Ginny then ahead of him to a stunned Ron Weasley.

“I…I told you, you had a mean streak,” Draco finally said, grinning at the female Weasley.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ginny replied innocently.

“You’re purposefully giving your brother a heart attack, that’s what!” Draco laughed.

Indeed, Ron looked ready to explode. His face was going from red to purple while his mouth was wide open, surely spitting out venomous words directed to the Slytherin boys. Faintly, they could hear his voice, though not enough of it to understand what exactly he was saying. Their friends all looked shocked until Ron pointed at them, at which point Draco, Ginny, Hermione, and Blaise looked around at each other and pretended not to notice.

“Act natural. Act like we’re talking,” Ginny whispered.

“Or we can actually talk,” Draco suggested sarcastically. “Don’t see the point in moving your mouth for no reason.”

“I know a lot of ways we can move our mouths,” Blaise muttered suggestively.

“Oh hush it, Blaise!” Hermione snapped.

“Aww, that’s the first time she’s said my name. I like the way it sounds,” Blaise said cheekily.

“Shut up, Blaise!” Draco snapped, feeling very tempted to reach over and punch his friend in the face as hard as he could.

“Yes, please stop flirting with Hermione. It’s rather disturbing,” Ginny said, wrinkling her nose. Draco couldn’t help but find the action somewhat cute.

“Like you two have any room to talk,” Hermione muttered.

Ginny looked surprised by her friend’s comment but shrugged. “Alright then, I’ll leave you both to it.”

“To what exactly?” Hermione demanded, sounding annoyed.

“Whatever the bloody hell you’re doing!” Ginny replied. “Merlin, what is with you today?”

Hermione muttered unintelligibly then leaned in closer to Blaise. In their peripheral vision, they noticed that Ron was standing up, making as if to come over to them while Harry, Hannah, and Neville were all standing to try to hold him back.

“I wonder how the new Mrs. Weasley is taking to her husband’s jealousy,” Blaise muttered.

“They’re probably more worried about how mad he is over seeing his baby sister with the mean ole Malfoy,” Ginny said.

“Knowing Ron, he’s too hot-headed to think about covering up his jealousy,” Hermione pointed out.

“True,” Ginny said. “But I’m sure we’ll find out before long.”

“Ginevra, I must tell you, if your brother tries anything I will hex him,” Draco warned.

“Not if I hex him first,” Ginny replied.

“I call first shot!” Hermione snapped at them, and then fell over into giggles.

“If you all get to hex him then so do I,” Blaise said.

“It’s a date then,” Ginny said.

“A double date?” Hermione questioned.

“Of course! What better way to spend time together,” Ginny laughed.

“Date? You haven’t even asked yet,” Draco teased.

“Well then!” Ginny giggled. “Darling Draco, will you do me the honor of hexing my brother with me and our friends as a date?”

“I’ll have to think about it.”

“Can we at least snog. I’d love to see what he does about that,” Ginny suggested.

“What?” Hermione shrieked.

“Yes. Alright,” Draco said, heart suddenly doing a small dance in his chest. The way her bright brown eyes glittered with mischief made her intentions quite clear. This was for the benefit of thoroughly enraging her brother. Draco himself could see some good coming from upsetting the Weasel. But he also couldn’t help but feel that kissing Ginny Weasley was a bit more exciting than just that.

She was so pretty. He knew plenty of blokes at this school would be jealous to see him with her. Draco could feel several pairs of eyes burning into them as he and Ginny leaned closer to one another. Ginny slid her arms around his neck while he placed his around her middle. There was temptation to look around to see just how furious Ron was then to see how upset Blaise and Hermione would look. Had they really been jealous of Ginny’s actions towards him earlier or had he misconstrued the looks for something else? He was curious about the reactions of everyone involved, but it would ruin things if he did. Instead, Draco pressed his lips against Ginny’s, enjoying the feel of her soft lips beneath his, her sweet taste, and the way her smaller body fitted so perfectly against him.

Later on, Draco wouldn’t be sure what had been better; the sputtering of Ronald Weasley or the fantastic kisser his sister turned out to be. What he did know was that he hadn’t had a better afternoon in quite some time.

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Harry Potter had inherited two very important items from their father’s youth: the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder’s Map. It wasn’t fair to Grace, who surely would have gotten more and better use out of them! While they may have belonged to Harry, though, it didn’t stop Grace from nicking them whenever she really needed to. It wasn’t too hard to get into the boys’ dormitories and snoop around her brother’s things. Harry was too busy trying to calm Ron down before going to dinner to notice her. With giddy excitement, Grace hid herself beneath the cloak and held the map tightly to her chest as she slowly sneaked out of Gryffindor Tower and down to the dungeons.

It was lucky that Grace saw Astoria Greengrass on her way there and was able to sneak into Snape’s office alongside the other girl. The Slytherin girl seemed moody as she combed her fingers through her honey blond hair, pouting then coming to stop in front of Snape’s desk. The potions master glared at her then nodded for her to sit, which she did unhappily.

“You know why you’re here?” Snape asked. Grace grinned and quietly walked to one dark corner of the room to watch and wait.

“No,” Astoria replied, obviously lying.

Snape raised an eyebrow, just staring at her for a moment, before sitting up straight and grabbing a quill from his desk top. He twirled the quill around in his fingers while he examined Astoria until the girl was shifting nervously in her seat. “Should I write to your mother and inform her that you attacked your sister.”

“I did not attack her! She’s lying!” Astoria wailed. “I was only upset. It wasn’t me who chucked that book at her head!”

“Then who was it?” Snape drawled.

“I dunno! I wasn’t looking!” Astoria exclaimed. “It really wasn’t me!”

"Daphne seems to think it was," Snape replied. "She says you are…upset…over her arrangements with Mr. Charles Weasley."

"He's a blood traitor, a Gryffindor and he's old!" Astoria said. "She could do so much better."

"Harry Potter is a half blood Gryffindor and yet you have a liking for him, do you not, Astoria?" Snape pointed out.

Grace had to slap her hand over her face to stop from giggling. Snape seemed to stiffen. Grace cringed then watched him closely but he relaxed and didn’t seem to think anything of whatever he heard.

“I do not!” Astoria denied. “Besides, I’m not the only one upset over it. Theodore didn’t like it either! Or Pansy or Millicent or…or Vincent and Gregory…or…anyone, really! Everyone’s mad at her! It could have been anyone¸ Professor Snape! But it wasn’t me! She’s my sister!”

“Then why did you perform the Jelly Legs Jinx on Daphne?” Snape asked.

“Because she threw the book at me! Must have done it because she thought I did it to begin with…but it wasn’t, I swear, Professor!” Astoria said, tears starting to fill up in her blue-green eyes.

“Stop that,” Snape commanded, looking uncomfortable at the sight of the girl’s tears. Grace wondered if he had a soft spot for his Slytherins or something. He wouldn’t get all weird over just any girl crying, would he? She heard he used to make Neville cry all the time in his first and second years! Though Neville wasn’t a girl, so maybe that didn’t count. One day she was going to have to ask.

“I’ll…I’ll take Veritaserum, Professor!” Astoria offered eagerly.

“You know that is prohibited here at Hogwarts,” Snape replied with a heavy sigh. “I will be taking ten points from Slytherin for the fight between you and your sister but that’s it. If Daphne comes to me again with these stories, however, I will have to assume you are behind this.”

“Yes, sir! Thank you so much!” Astoria said happily.

“Go on to dinner,” Snape said, waving her off.

Gosh, sometimes Grace wished she had been in Slytherin! Harry had almost gotten in there, that lucky bastard! Grace had gone straight into Gryffindor, no other suggestions from the Sorting Hat. It would have been nice. They had such attractive blokes in Slytherin and Snape was so easy on them! If she was in Slytherin, she would have also known about Astoria’s little crush on Harry! Well, sooner than now, anyway. She could have been teasing Harry and Astoria about this for…Well, however long it had been true.

Now that Astoria was gone, Grace waited impatiently for Snape to finish up his paperwork then to get up to leave for dinner. He took so long and Grace was ready to yell at him to just go when he finally did. Grace counted slowly to ten in her head before opening the map and whispering, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” As the map revealed the castle and its occupants, Grace watched the Slytherin corridors until it was mostly cleared. No one would overhear her if she made too much noise and she wouldn’t be at as much of a risk of anyone barging in. Grace wiggled around in her corner anxiously until finally it seemed like almost everyone was in the Great Hall.

Giggling merrily, Grace tossed the cloak aside and set the map on the desk then sat in Snape’s chair. She began picking up everything on his desk in her search while humming a quiet tune. When she didn’t find it on top of his desk, she began searching the drawers. Most of them were locked but the top drawers on either side of the desk weren’t. Hopefully, they would be in one of them. Grace glanced into the left one first then let out a squeal of pleasure as she grabbed the special quill and inkpot. That was so great! Snape didn’t even seem to care all that much about his special invention lying around.

It took a bit more searching to find a spare bit of parchment, but after a few minutes was finally ready to start. Remembering what she had seen take place a handful of times before, Grace pricked her finger with the tip of the quill, dipped it into the ink, set it on the parchment then repeated the same Latin words everyone else had. She bit her bottom lip and grinned as the quill stood up and began writing while tugging nervously at the ends of her curly red hair out of habit.

The soul counterpart…

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Grace muttered, willing the quill to move faster. She had been dying to do this since Fred and George told them about it! Now that she was finally here, finally about to see whom her soul mate was, it was taking too long!

…of Grace Lily Potter…

“Bloody hell, you’re going to kill me!” Grace whispered dramatically to the parchment. “I’m going to die having a heart attack if you don’t hurry up! And a real heart attack, not the one Ron was claiming he had. A real one! And I’ll really die! You don’t want that, do you? Please, please, please?”

…is…

“Oh dear Merlin,” Grace said, sinking back into the chair and throwing her arm over her eyes while she waited for the quill to drop. She didn’t want to ruin the surprise! Even as eager as she was, she wanted it to be a surprise, to look at the whole name when it was all done! Her heart was jumping around excitedly in her chest while her stomach twisted around and around so that she felt she might be sick everywhere.

That would be funny for Snape to walk into. Coming back from dinner, all stuffed full of delicious food, to see vomit all over his desk and floor. That would make him hurl, wouldn’t it? Grace would like to think so. If not, then he’d at least be very, very mad. Maybe he’d make Filch come clean it up. Or one of the Slytherins. Nah, he liked his Slytherins too much. He’d find Neville and make him do it. He hated Neville.

Poor Neville. Grace would just have to make sure she didn’t get sick.

Or maybe she could make it look like Theodore Nott did it! That jerk had attacked her brother and Ron, after all. Maybe if it were him Snape would make him clean it…

Finally, the quill dropped and Grace jumped. Forgetting all thoughts of sickness and cleaning, Grace leaned forward, her whole body shaking in nervous excitement as she read the name. Her hazel eyes skimmed across the words, then finally landed on the name.

“Holy mother of Merlin!” Grace shrieked, slapping her hands over her mouth.

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Author’s Note: Another cliffhanger…Oops! Couldn’t help myself!

Thanks to Madamdragon and Sablesilverrain for reviewing!!!

Yes all clifies are done on purpose >_> because I love you :D enjoy this one!!!! :P

Also a huge thanks to my beta, Dani, for being awesome and getting this back to me so quick and being the best beta a girl could ask for!

Next chapter: Something’s wrong with Severus and Remus/Sirius interactions! We also finally learn the reasons behind the Patronus issues.
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