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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25757 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: I've written two one shots recently. One is entitled Leaving His Love (SS/HG) I think this one will be expanded upon later as my next multi-chapter story, I have it roughly outlined. The other was a special request for a HP/GW pairing and is called Take Off Your Clothes. PLEASE take a look and tell me what you think!!
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Chapter Eighteen
“He’s nuts!” Lizzie laughed, sitting between Harry and Ron on an over-stuffed couch in the Gryffindor commons room.
“Hagrid is batty.” Hermione laughed, covering her mouth with her hand as Harry and Ron glared at her, protective of their over-sized friend.
“I mean this in a good way, guys!” Lizzie elbowed Harry in the ribs before swatting Ron on the shoulder. “I love the guy, but this…monster fetish…sheesh!”
Harry snorted. “Okay, you’ve got me there!”
“Hey guys!” Ginny clambered through the portrait hole as the quartet of friends were sniggering and telling Lizzie more Hagrid stories a few minutes later. “Whatcha up to?”
“Just reminiscing about all the crazy animal stunts Hagrid has pulled over the last eight years,” Harry told her, pulling her down in his lap and kissing her deeply.
“Oi!” Ron gagged. “C’mon, you two. That’s bloody disgusting.”
“Sorry, mate.” Harry smirked at him, looking away from Ginny for a fraction of a second. “I haven’t seen her all day.” He turned back to his girlfriend eagerly. She grinned and proceeded to give everyone in the common room a show. Ron pointedly turned his face away while Lizzie watched with sparkling eyes for a moment before catching Hermione grinning from her wing backed chair, a knowing look in her eyes.
“How must it feel to be so in love, you can’t even keep your hands off each other in the middle of the common room with an audience of fifteen plus?” She joked to Hermione who sniggered.
“Better than being in love and not being able to show any public displays of affection,” she returned, before blushing furiously at the realization of what she said.
Ginny came up for air with a squeak. “In love?” she squealed, practically throwing herself into the chair next to Hermione, leaving Harry looking utterly bewildered and a bit put out.
Lizzie’s eyebrows rose and she gave the two girls a look. “Have you told him, Hermione?” she asked, leaning forward enthusiastically, putting both elbows on her knees and placing her chin in her hands, grinning.
Black and red-headed boys exchanged slightly horrified looks.
Hermione hid her face in her hands. “Stop!” Her face was as red as Ginny’s hair. “Oh, my God. Please let the floor swallow me whole.”
A few outsiders were peeping in on their conversation and Lizzie sent a glare at a group of sixth year boys. “Bugger off!” she told them, which made Ron snort. The boys rolled their eyes and went back to their game of Exploding Snap.
“Picking up on our British slang there, eh, Lizzie?” She instantly knew Ron was trying to change the subject. He was still very uncomfortable every time the topic of Snape came up.
“Didn’t answer Lizzie’s question, Hermione!” Ginny prodded, lowering her voice and poking Hermione on the shoulder. She was oblivious to Ron’s attempt out of the conversation. If possible, Hermione’s blush deepened.
“Yes,” she finally whispered.
“And?!” Ginny squawked.
“Well, it was sort of an ‘in the heat of the moment’ thing, and after the initial shock – and me thinking I had thoroughly botched the whole damn thing – he said it back.” She felt it was prudent to leave out the details of that day almost a fortnight ago. “He’s told me every day, since.”
“Ah!!!!” Lizzie almost fell off the couch. Harry covered a smile with his hand, while Ginny looked dumbfounded. Ron abruptly stood and strode though the portrait hole without a word or a backwards glance.
Hermione’s face drained of color while the other three gaped after him. He’d been doing so much better the last couple of weeks – but this was probably to be expected from Ron. He always wore his heart on his sleeve.
“How could I have been so callous?” The brunette scolded herself, dropping her face into her splayed palm.
“He has to get over it, Hermione,” Ginny insisted. “You’ve done nothing wrong. How would you have reacted if he was the one spouting he was in love?”
“I would have told him I was happy for him.” The curly haired girl replied quietly. “At least I hope I would have.”
“You would have,” Harry said firmly.
“I’d better go apologize.” Hermione pushed herself to stand.
“No.” Lizzie stood quickly, holding her hands up. “Let me talk to him for you.”
Hermione nodded. “It might be better if it comes from you. I gotta get back down to my room to put some school work together for later tonight, anyway. I’ll walk with you for a bit.”
Lizzie grabbed her heavy cloak and they said good-bye to Ginny and Harry and exited through the portrait hole.
“Room of requirement?” Ginny raised her eyebrows suggestively. Harry nodded, but a faraway look was sprawled over his face.
“What’s the matter, love.” Ginny sunk back onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and dropping a kiss on his forehead.
He dropped his voice so it was barely discernable over the din of the common room. “Snape. In love. With Hermione,” he looked up at her, his eyes soft. “I would have never guessed…but. Ginny, god, he deserves it.”
Ginny smiled warmly and touched her forehead to his, squeezing his shoulders tightly. “He does. So does she. None of us have had it very easy, you know?”
He nodded and kissed the bridge of her nose, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. When he opened them, Ginny was startled to see tears glistening. “No, none of us have. But I think he’s had it the worst.”
“Where do you think he went?” Lizzie asked
“Probably either the owlery or the pitch,” Hermione answered automatically. “He likes the birds, and has been known to go there when upset. But of course the pitch…” She trailed off. Lizzie nodded.
“I’ll check the pitch first.” She gave her friend a small smile. “Do not fret about this. I’ll get him to calm down. “
“Lizzie,” Hermione whispered, stopping. “I’m heartbroken for him. I don’t know if him and I will ever be okay again.”
“Oh, honey,” she replied, hugging the girl fast and fierce. She pulled away, holding Hermione’s shoulders. “It’s going to be all right. He just…he just needs to fall in love himself.” Hermione nodded, and the two girls continued their walk to the Head corridor on the third floor.
“How do you feel about Susan Bones?” Lizzie asked tentatively after a short bought of silence.
“She a doll,” Hermione answered automatically. “Just the sweetest thing. So sad, though. She has no family left. She had a court appointed guardian last year while she was still underage. Now that she’s of age, she inherited her family estate.”
“She’s mad about Ron.” Lizzie told her after a brief hesitation. “Hannah said she’s had a crush on him for the last couple years.”
That stopped Hermione in her tracks, brown eyes finding green in a mix of excitement and trepidation. “That’s…good.”
Lizzie cocked her head. “You don’t like that idea?”
“No.” Hermione shook her head quickly. “I just…why do I feel jealous?”
Lizzie looked at her, exasperated. “Well, I get it. I do, but you have to keep that tidbit to yourself. You’ve moved on, right?”
“Right.”
“Well, it’s probably just a little residual possessiveness is all.”
Hermione nodded, looking very thoughtful. “I think they’d be brilliant together,” she finally said.
“Me, too,” Lizzie’s eyes sparkled impishly. “Care to play matchmaker with me?”
Hermione’s eyes burned with mischievousness. “I think that’s a splendid idea, Elizabeth Williams.”
“Me, too, Hermione Granger.”
They made plans to meet up during their free period after lunch the next day and parted at the top of the grand staircase on the third floor.
Lizzie continued through the castle and out to the pitch. It was getting fairly close to curfew, so she knew she needed to move quickly. Hermione was right, Ron was on the pitch, sitting below the right goal post on the closer end of the field.
“Ron,” she said softly. He jumped a bit and looked up at her, his eyes darkening with malice.
“I don’t want you here,” he muttered.
“I know,” she murmured, and knelt in the snow beside him. “But I think you need to hear something.”
“What?” He ground out, not looking at her, while he packed clumps of white powder in his hands angrily.
“Aren’t you freezing?” she asked him, distracted for a moment. The wind was whipping her cloak everywhere and she stuck her hands under her arms trying to bring them warmth.
“I’m all right, I cast a warming charm,” he muttered. He pointed his wand at her and muttered the incantation. She immediately felt a flow of hot air surround her and sighed.
“Oh, my goodness,” she breathed, feeling better almost instantly. “I have to remember that one.”
“Okay, listen.” She continued after a moment of silence, Ron still not looking at her while he packed another snow ball together. He had a little pile of ten or so done. “I know you’re hurt about Hermione, but if you were so hung up on her, why would you date me?”
His eyes flew up to hers in surprise. “I – I…I guess I don’t know.”
“Don’t know, or aren’t willing to admit that you’re upset she’s found someone new and you haven’t?”
He grunted, dropping his eyes again. “I guess it’s probably the second.”
“Mmhm,” she said. She touched his shoulder lightly and he looked at her cautiously. “What if I told you I knew someone who really liked you?”
He searched her eyes for a moment. Then, taking her by complete surprise, hauled her into his arms. He pressed his lips to hers in a move Lizzie would have never anticipated. She gave a little squawk of surprise and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Just let him kiss you, and then tell him what you were going to tell him. While she didn’t not participate, she ended the kiss as quickly as she could. She pulled away from him and smiled gently, cupping the side of his face with her hand.
“Ron, you don’t want me, either,” she told him softly. “We have no heat.”
His eyes searched hers and then his shoulders dropped. “I know, it’s just that – ”
But she was sidetracked by a shock of silver hair blinking quickly out of her line of view caught her attention. “Draco?” she whispered, horror cascading over her.
“Malfoy?” Ron craned his head around to look. They could just make his figure out as it stormed back to the castle, platinum hair reflecting the moonlight.
“Ron,” Lizzie said, hurriedly rising to her feet. “Ron, I’m sorry. But I have to go. I will find you in a bit. Please go back to the castle and stay warm. If I can’t make it back to Gryffindor before curfew, I’ll find you in the morning.”
“What..?” He trailed off, and then his gaze flipped to Malfoy’s retreating figure. “Oh.” He stated flatly. “I get it. Okay, tomorrow, then. Probably.” He didn’t say it unkindly, but was still a bit hurt. He knew Lizzie was right, he didn’t want her. He thought he had, until the relief that flooded him when she broke it off. Yes, he played it up like he was hurt, but he had thought she was choosing Malfoy over him. She was really like having another little sister. He watched her sprint off the field; apparently, she had regrets about breaking things off with Malfoy, though. He tilted his head back against the goal post. Why was he so unlucky in the relationship department?
Lizzie felt guilty as she sprinted off the field, chasing after Malfoy when her friend was feeling down on himself. But if Draco had seen that kiss, she had to talk to him before he had time to simmer. When she got within hearing range, she called out to him.
“Draco!”
He spun, glaring at her, but kept walking backwards and way from her. “What?” he said coldly.
So…that’s a yes, he saw. She picked up her pace. “Please, wait!”
“I don’t think so.” He turned and continued to stalk away from her. He didn’t want to listen to her excuses. He was disappointed. They’d been walking to a couple classes together again and he’d even met with her and Granger on Saturday in the library this past weekend to study. While they hadn’t had that talk she eluded to at the Quidditch match, they seemed to be back in each other’s good graces. Until he caught her snogging Weasley on the pitch. I’m not doing this again.
“Draco,” she gasped, holding a stitch in her side as she tried to catch up. He was so much taller, and she had started out so far behind. “Please!”
Guiltily, he came to a stop. A few second later, she literally crashed into him, looking down at her booted feet instead of up where she was going. He caught her shoulders and kept them both from toppling into the snow. “Watch it,” he growled at her.
She sucked in huge, gulping breaths and held up a finger indicating she needed a moment before bending over and resting her hands on her knees to help her overcome her over exertion. He crossed his arms and took a couple of steps away from her.
“Do…you…know how…to turn off….a war...ming…charm?” she asked. Sweat trickled down her temples and neck. He snorted.
“Not out here, you don’t.” He relented, hardly even mad at her anymore. Now he was trying not to laugh at her. “You’ll freeze on the spot.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her the rest of the way into the castle. Once inside he countered her warming charm and she instantly breathed a sigh of relief, her body cooling immediately. “Oh, my goodness. Thank you!” She fanned herself with a hand.
“What was so important?” he said dryly.
“You saw Ron kissing me.” She stated, he raised his eyebrows.
“That’s none of my business,” he leered.
“But it is! Draco, you have to know – ” He broke her off.
“I have to know what exactly?” He growled at her. She took a step back, eyes widening, hand settling over her still racing heart.
Fuck. He scared her again. Why did he keep doing that?
“I’m sorry,” he grumbled. “Just, say what you’re going to say so I can go to bed.”
“You have to know that it’s you I want.”
His heart literally stopped. Then kicked up in high gear, but his brain didn’t compute with it. If she wanted him, why was she kissing Weasley.
“What the fuck, Lizzie? Are you serious?” he demanded. “You sure have a funny way of showing it.”
“No!” she exclaimed, then stopped, both sets of finger tips raising to rub her temples. “He kissed me, and not because he even likes me. He’s hurt that Hermione’s in love with – ” She stopped abruptly, wide eyed and slapped a hand over her mouth.
Well. That peaked his interest. “In love with who?” he sneered. The Gryffindor princess was in love…what great gossip! He almost started laughing.
“I…can’t tell you that,” she whispered, looking absolutely terrified and horrified with herself at the same time.
His eyes softened, even as warning bells went off in his head. Big secret alert! “Don’t worry about it,” he said gruffly. “None of my business. You were kissing Ron because…?”
“Right. Actually, no. I wasn’t kissing Ron. He kissed me, I just didn’t stop him because he needed to realize there is exactly zero romantic spark between us and it seemed like the best way to get the point across.”
He snorted and turned to walk away from her. What a load of bullshit.
“Draco!”
“You are so full of shit, Lizzie.” He spun back to her, all defenses gone, a turmoil of emotions clouding his eyes.
“No!” She insisted, reaching out for him. He pushed her hands away. “He agreed with me after I stopped the kiss! Then I saw you…were you following me?”
“No!” But he shifted his eyes away from her and she knew he was lying.
“Don’t lie to me, Malfoy!” She stomped her foot and crossed her arms angrily. “Why were you following me?”
“Because I was worried, okay?!” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “Muggle-borns are being nabbed every few days and disappearing without a trace. I wanted to make sure you were okay!”
She froze, her heart fluttering in her chest. “Oh, Draco!” she whispered before she launched herself at him.
He caught her, surprised. She grabbed his face in her hands and dragged his mouth to hers urgently. He froze in shock and then succumbed greedily, opening his mouth to her questing tongue. She was initiating the deeper kiss this time. He rumbled low in his throat and pulled her tighter to him, wrapping his arms securely around her petite form as hers slid back into his hair. He pulled away after what seemed like hours.
“Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, nuzzling her throat while holding her tight to him. “We’ll go somewhere private and we can talk this out.”
“Yes,” she whispered back.
He slid a hand down her arm and laced his fingers through hers, pulling them away from the entrance hall. Neither saw the glum Ron standing in the entryway. “Figures,” he muttered, watching them walk away.
“I know,” Draco said, dragging his hands through his hair. It stood up in messy points and Lizzie had to stop herself from finger combing them away. “I do know what I did. I watched it in a pensive and it was awful. I didn’t mean it. I-I lost control.” He broke off at her look of incredulity and immediately defended himself. “I know it’s no excuse, but it’s all I have. Lizzie, I promise. It will never happen again.”
“It can’t, Draco,” she said softly. “We have to go at my pace.” She paused for a moment and then whispered, her face tinging a delicate pink. “I’m a virgin.”
He looked surprised for just a moment and then gave a curt nod, accepting her terms, accepting responsibility for her needs. “I think I knew that. It won’t, I promise. I’ll be gentle with you.”
She breathed a sigh. “I’m giving you my trust, Draco.”
“Yes.”
“Now it’s my turn to apologize,” she said after a pause.
“For what?”
“For not listening to myself and for worrying what other people said and what I thought other people wanted. I should have only been worried about you and me.”
He raised his eyebrows, contemplating her statement. Finally, he replied. “I appreciate your apology and I accept it. That trust goes both ways, Lizzie. If you’re worried about something or uncomfortable about something, you have to talk to me about it.”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Which leads me to a question.”
“Ask.” He sat back in the chair he had commandeered in the library and crossed a foot over his knee. They were back in a dark corner, only their wands glowing next to each other on the table they sat beside.
“If this gets serious – and I don’t mean ‘will you marry me’ serious – but serious enough to last beyond the end of the school year, how are your parents going to react to me?” She didn’t look at him and his stomach tightened. He really hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“If it gets that serious, Lizzie, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he said gently. “That’s the best I can give you.”
“Alright, but I still want you to tell me what I could potentially expect,” she pleaded.
“They won’t approve.” He wasn’t about to sugar coat it. “I have a duty to marry a pure blood witch,” he sighed.
“My options are actually quite limited, and most unsavory in my eyes…” He trailed off. “I still haven’t decided if I’m going to follow my duty or my own path. I guess it depends on how my dad is once he gets out of Azkaban. How reasonable my parents are together when it comes to discussing the future of the Malfoy name and estate. I will not be looked kindly on for breaking the bloodline. I’d be considered a blood traitor. I’m going to get grief from classmates just for dating you, but I don’t care. I’m not willing to not see where this goes.
All I do know is that I don’t want to be associated with a family who uses the term ‘Mudblood’ anymore. Blood…is blood. Magic is in the soul – no matter the parentage. It took a long time for me to realize that – to come to terms with it. But I have received more kindness, affection, and second chances from half and half’s, blood traitors, and Muggle-borns than I ever have from someone of pure blood status.”
She searched his face, reading the sincerity in every line. “Okay. I’m willing to take things as they come.”
He gave a long sigh in relief and held his hand out to her. She took it slowly and wrapped her fingers through his. “Official, then?” he asked her. “We’re official?”
“Yes,” she smiled brilliantly at him. “I’m ready to move forward a step.”
He leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth. “In that case…” He smiled at her. “Can I take you to the ball on Saturday?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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