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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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WARNING: Some minor possessive violence, FLUFF.
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Hermione bit the inside of her cheek as Ron tried, for oh about the twentieth time to make a white alfredo sauce. He had cooking the chicken and noodles down but the sauce...was causing problems.
Ron's hair stuck up in red tufts all over his head and he had a wild gleam in his eyes as he watched the lumpy sauce with seething hatred. It looked like something that had already been eaten...and regurgitated. "What in the bloody bollocks of Salazar am I doing wrong?"
Harry hid his grin, he had a feeling Ron wouldn't take his amusement kindly at the moment.
The girl cleared her throat and vanished the latest disaster. "Er I think that time it was the cheese, it didn't melt all the way. Let's try again?"
Ron grumbled something about the cheese having it in for him but went back to the stove all the same and started by adding flour and butter in the pot.
"Now don't be in too much of a hurry and remember to keep stirring to keep the sauce from burning." Harry said as he watched Ron's progress or rather lack there of from where he was perched on the counter.
Hermione nodded. "It just takes a little patience is all and just think of how much Pansy will like that you went to all the trouble."
"She better because it will be the bloody death of me. Death by sauce torture." Ron continued stirring and adding ingredients his eyes not leaving the pot for a moment.
"Come on Ronniekins you can do it. Don't let a sauce best you." Harry called out in a teasing manner, chuckling at Ron's answering growl.
This time Hermione had to giggle. "Harry be nice." She leaned on the counter next to the brunette and watched as Ron stirred carefully, added the cheese a little at a time and slowly, bit by bit, finally managed to make a successful alfredo sauce. "There see. Success."
Ron watched the sauce in disbelief for a moment before raising his arms in victory. "Woohoo, take that you evil piece of cheese...I am a sauce making God!"
"Well done your godliness, now you only have to make it again on the actual day." Harry applaud the redhead lazily.
"Thank you for bursting my bubble you git." Ron lowered his arms and glared at his friend. "And what's with the snark? It's like you're channeling Snape or something."
Harry flushed lightly and kept his mouth shut.
Hermione suddenly busied herself, cleaning up the mess so as not to give the house-elves more work. "Harry's always had that little streak of snark Ron, he just doesn't use it often."
"Hmm." Ron didn't look entirely convinced but he let it go, too elated by the fact that he had finally managed to make the sauce. "Now sit down and eat up. I've slaved over this food and you two better bloody well enjoy it."
"Now who's channeling? I could swear Molly was right in this room." Harry's smirk was back in place. "And is that how you plan to invite Pansy to the table too?" Harry ducked as Ron pelted him with the dishrag.
Hermione laughed at her friends as they all sat down. She thumped Harry's arm when he pretended to poke suspiciously at the food then struck up a conversation about the latest article in the Daily Prophet. The Ministry kept trying to pull their irons out of the fire but only managed to dig themselves deeper. Ever since the interview with Harry people had been asking questions about strange happenings that the Ministry weren't able to sufficiently answer. Plus the whole Umbridge debacle had lowered Fudge to persona non grata. Things were looking up for once in the fight against Voldemort and also in their personal lives. 'Let's hope it stays that way.'
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Lavender glanced around the corner and nodded at Dean. "Malfoy's walking with her. I'll ask him about the potions homework while you handle Hermione."
"Right, we'll stick to the plan and we'll have them away from those Slytherin's poisonous claws before you know it." Dean nodded and waited for Lavender to get rid of that blond prince of darkness so that he could get to Hermione. She was so sweet and she desperately needed saving, Dean was happy that he would be her savior from the clutches of evil.
Lavender walked up to the blond TA and twirled a strand of hair around her finger, aiming to look innocently confused. "Hey um I have a question about the potions homework?"
Draco looked at Lavender and narrowed his eyes. This was a first, Brown had never cared about potions before and Draco considered her as intelligent as a chewed piece of gum but he couldn't ignore her when she asked for help. "Okay," He reluctantly removed his arm from around Hermione's waist and focused on Brown. "What is it that you're wondering?"
Hermione brushed a kiss over his cheek. "I have to get to Arithmancy. I'll see you later." She nodded at Lavender and bustled down the corridor, feeling somewhat sorry for leaving Draco to deal with Brown. The girl was not really what you'd call bright.
Dean waited until Hermione had turned a corner and was well away from the evil git before he pounced. "Hermione, could I please have a word with you?" Dean herded her into an empty classroom. His palms were sweaty but he looked forward to breaking the spell that had been placed upon her.
The girl blinked in surprise then frowned. "Dean? What on earth?" She peered closely at the dark skinned boy, wondering what was going on.
"We're worried about you Hermione, something needs to be done." Dean watched Hermione with sympathetic eyes and pulled out his wand, pointed it at the brunette and yelled a stern "Finite Incantatum!" He watched Hermione closely to see if something would happen.
One brown brow raised incredulously. "There had better be a very good reason you just pulled your wand on me Dean. A very good reason." She had her own wand out, she'd automatically pulled it the minute she'd seen his and now she watched him as one would a rabid animal crouched to strike.
Why wasn't anything happening? The magic the Slytherins had used must be too dark for normal spells. Dean straightened his shoulders, even more determined to save Hermione. "Now Hermione, don't panic but you have been put under some sort of spell. We only need to figure out a way to end it. Haven't you felt different, strange lately?"
"Dean I don't know why your brain has suddenly ceased functioning but I am not under any spell. Where in the world would you get the idea that I'm under a spell?"
"There's no other explanation for it...Maybe it's a really strong imperio." Dean was talking more to himself than to Hermione. "Why else would you be with the enemy, let them touch you? Both you and Weasley have been enchanted by those evil cretins. How many times have they been out to hurt Harry? I know you would never choose one of them out of your own free will."
Her jaw dropped. "You think I'm under a spell because I'm dating Malfoy? Have you taken leave of all your senses? First, if I was in any way, shape, or form enchanted Harry and Ron would be the first people to hunt down the culprits and turn them into fertilizer. Second, I know things about Draco that are none of your bloody business that prove he is not 'the enemy' as you put it. And finally, I certainly don't need you to try and play the hero when I am more than capable of protecting myself so shove off."
Dean gaped and sputtered as he took one step away from the suddenly very scary girl in front of him. "We're only trying to look out for you." He pleaded. "Ron is under the same spell as you are and Harry spends almost every free minute down in the dungeons, something has happened and we want to put it right." Dean needed to get this out there, needed to make her understand. "People like that never change. They are tainted by darkness and it's a stain that will never wash out."
Her hair felt like it was bristling. "Why you....the only thing that has happened is that we're not blinded by prejudice anymore. I honestly don't know how you got such a stupid notion in your head Dean Thomas but let me make this clear, I...am...not under a spell. Ron is not under a spell. Harry spends so much time in the dungeons because he has to make lesson plans for DADA. He has to learn the spells he doesn't know before he can teach them to us you ruddy twit. Now move out of my way. I have a class to get to."
Dean reluctantly moved out of the way and watched Hermione storm by. Even he could tell that it was time to back off, Hermione was livid and Dean didn't want to get hexed into something unrecognizable. This whole thing hadn't turned out very well and now Dean didn't know what to think. If it was a spell then it was something much too strong for him to handle on his own.
The girl stalked down the corridor into Arithmancy, mentally cursing stupid boys the entire time and muttering under her breath. "Under a spell just because I'm dating Draco, honestly."
Draco had finally managed to shake Lavender Brown, he didn't understand why she had even stopped to ask him when it was clear she didn't even have a clue what potion she was supposed to study up on. The whole thing had been a waste of time and it left Draco annoyed. He really didn't mind teaching but there just weren't any excuse for stupidity like that. He cast a tempus charm and cursed when it became clear that he would be late for class. If Brown's bubble for a brain landed him in detention he would hex warts all over her face.
Dean exited the empty class room and saw Malfoy rushing down the corridor and moved to block his path. His lips pulled back in a snarl, "Malfoy."
"Yes?" Draco was not in the best of moods, what was with all these annoying Gryffindors popping up out of the ground. "I don't have time for you right now Thomas, I'm late for class, if you'll excuse me." He tried to move around the other boy.
Dean brandished his wand and continued to block Draco. "I don't know what kind of spell you've got Hermione under but I won't let you keep taking advantage of her!"
Draco stopped midstep and locked cold, gray eyes on Thomas. "What? Take advantage of her...Spell? Have you been filching the house elves mushrooms? What are you on about? You're absolutely unhinged."
"You've obviously put Hermione under a spell! There's no way she'd ever go out with a dirty Slytherin like you otherwise. You're just using her to get close to Harry so you can deliver him to your master. Well I won't let you keep using her! I'll save her from your clutches."
In a flash Draco was behind Dean, pressing the tip of his own wand harshly into the dark skinned boy's neck. "Now you listen carefully, the only reason you're still standing is because despite you obviously having brain rot you're in Hermione's house and I don't want to upset her. I don't have a master and if it's Voldemort you're talking about I don't care about that loon enough to piss on him if he was on fire. Harry is more than capable to take care of himself, I don't need any nefarious plans regarding that." He pressed the wand harder into soft skin. "If I was evil I can guarantee I would have you all cowering before me before you could even call for your mother and you would love me for it and beg me for more. I'm a Slytherin. Now get the hell out of my way and stay away, this is the only warning you will get."
"S-she deserves better than a dirty snake like you." Dean shook, fear making his knees weak though it wasn't enough to shut him up.
"That's probably the only thing you're right about. She does deserve better than me but for some reason she has chosen me and I will never willingly give her up. Now get away from me...Oh and Thomas, I would watch what I eat or drink from now on...Potion genius remember..."
That was the tipping point, Dean slumped to the floor in a dead faint.
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Lavender was twitching a bit all through Divination. She hadn't seen Dean since she'd waylaid Malfoy but she felt that she really couldn't wait to try and help Ron so she'd just corner him as soon as Divination was over. The class ended and though she normally stayed around to talk to Professor Trelawny she practically jumped out of her seat and rushed out to catch the redhead. "Ron!"
Ron grimaced slightly but stopped anyway and waved Harry away watching his best mate run down the stairs to meet up with Hermione and Draco for lunch. "Yes Lavender, what can I do for you?"
"I need to talk to you. It's really really important." She tugged him off to the side. "Listen I think you're in trouble. You've been bespelled by Parkinson."
Ron choked on air and coughed desperately as he looked at Lavender disbelievingly. "Come again? What are you on about? I have most certainly not been bespelled...Though she is rather enchanting isn't she?"
"She's a cow! You've never before so much as looked at a Slytherin twice, except to glare at them but now you suddenly like one? And the worst one at that?" She pulled out her wand and cast Finite Incantatem. "There, that should take care of whatever spell she's cast on you." She stepped closer and placed a hand on his chest, eyelashes batting a mile a minute. "How do you feel now Won Won?"
"What the hell?" Ron recoiled in horror. "The first thing that comes to mind is scared, followed closely by disturbed and somewhat disgusted...And what is wrong with your eyes?" He took another step away from her. "Just because Pansy is ten times the woman you will ever be in every single way doesn't give you the right to backtalk her or make wild, unwarranted accusations. Get over yourself and grow up!"
"But Ron! This isn't like you! I'm only thinking about what's best for you!"
"No you're not, you're thinking about what's best for you and how not having me follow you around like a puppy anymore might be inconvenient. I have found someone I really care about, someone fierce and strong and independent. You should do the same Lavender, I'm just not that person. It's not because of a spell or charm...It's because I just don't like you that way."
"Won Won!"
"His name is Ronald. Get it right Brown." The cool tones of Pansy Parkinson's voice interrupted whatever else Lavender might have said to the redhead.
Both Ron and Lavender turned to look at the Slytherin girl, Ron with adoration and gratitude and Lavender with fear, the blond actually eeped at the sight of the pissed brunette.
"Pans, am I glad to see you." Ron called out happily.
She sauntered over and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I can see that. Ronald why don't you head on down to the Great Hall for lunch. Lavender and I," she pinned the other girl with a look, "need to have a little girl talk."
"Okay, don't be too long, I'll save you a seat." Ron looked between the girls and thought it best to run, as fast and as far as he could while he still had the chance.
Lavender cowered against the wall as Ron left taking the stairs with long steps. He was definitely under a spell, he had just left her there with an evil Slytherin bitch. Her Won Won wouldn't do that.
Pansy smiled at the cowering girl. "Normally I'd ignore this stupidity but if you, with your pea-brain, have the guts to go after my boyfriend others might as well so," she pulled out her wand, "I'm going to make an example of you with a handy little spell I learned from Granger. Though to really make my point I do believe I'm going to put a little more behind it."
"What are you going to do?" Lavender eyed the Pansy's wand fearfully. "Hex me and Ron will never forgive you, he'll see what kind of trash you really are."
"Brown the only reason Ronald didn't hex you himself is because you're a girl and he's a gentleman. He knows who I am, he knows that I am Slytherin to my core and that means that I do not like others trying to steal what's mine." She stepped closer, wand still out. "Ronald is mine and I have no intention of letting a brainless little bint like you take him away from me." She flicked her wand, casting the spell Hermione had taught her. The word SLUT wrote itself out in large pimples across Lavender's forehead and the extra oomph she put into it made sure that every available inch of skin on Lavender developed a horrendous case of acne. "Stay away from my boyfriend Brown or next time I'll do much much worse."
Lavender slowly brought her hands up to touch her face gingerly, a look of pure dread on her features as she traced the enormous pimples on her forehead. She caught sight of the acne on her hands and arms too and let out a toecurling scream before bursting into a storm of tears. How could Pansy threaten to do worse? What could ever be worse than this? Her looks were ruined, who would ever want her now? She gave Pansy one last fearful glance and covered her face in her acne covered hands and hurried down the stairs. Lavender needed to hide, she couldn't let anyone see her like this.
Pansy's smile was self-satisfied as she tucked her wand away. Brown would find that she was stuck with those pimples for at least a month thanks to the sticking charm she'd used along with the hex. Now to head down and eat lunch with her boyfriend.
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"Ronald where are you taking me?" Pansy fidgeted somewhat uncomfortably as her boyfriend lead her through the school. He'd blindfolded her, with her permission of course, and said he had a surprise for her. She'd been expecting him to do something, honestly as the closer it came to Valentine's Day the more nervous he'd gotten and she was incredibly curious as to what he'd come up with.''
"Patience Pansy, it's just a little bit further." Ron guided Pansy carefully up the last set of stairs and down the corridor that led to the Room of Requirement. It had been a battle but Ron had managed to secure the coveted room before anyone else got to it. He opened the door and took of the Slytherin scarf that had served as a blindfold. Ron had set the room up with care and he really hoped that Pansy would like it. The white linen table cloth, the gleaming china and crystal glasses. Candles were lit everywhere, long slender ones that reached for the ceiling along with short round ones burning merrily in glass jars. One end of the room had transformed itself to a small kitchen and Ron's food was there spreading its aroma throughout the room. A vase of baby's breath and white lilacs stood on the middle of the table. "I have...Um cooked." Ron rubbed the back of his neck nervously when Pansy remained silent. "W-will you have dinner with me?"
Pansy easily recognized the smell of her favorite dish even as her lips parted in surprise at the beautiful setting. "This is...beautiful Ronald." She turned and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "Thank you and of course I'll have dinner with you."
A relieved smile lifted the corners of Ron's mouth and he lead her over to the table and held the chair out for her before he went to get the food. He brought it and served them both and then took the seat opposite her at the small table. Pansy looked absolutely beautiful in the candle light and Ron felt like the luckiest bloke in the world that she was there with him. "Please tuck in, I hope you will like it."
She lifted the crystal goblet in salute to him before taking a delicate bite of the fettucini alfredo and her eyes fluttered closed. "Mmm." She chewed and swallowed then met his eyes. "It's delicious." While she would never be glad that Crabbe and Goyle had attacked her, she was glad it had led to this. To her seeing the truth of Ronald Weasley, her very own lionhearted knight.
"I'm glad." Ron positively beamed and picked up his own fork while he started to tell her about the battles he'd had before he won over the evil cheese. There wasn't a sound sweeter in the world than Pansy's laughter and Ron knew he would happily spend the rest of his days making sure that she had a reason to laugh and be happy.
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Hermione looked up from her notes on the rebound spells she'd been researching as she heard a familiar throat clear. Her lips curved up at Draco standing in between the stacks. "Good evening. Come to join me?"
"Actually I've come to ask you to join me." Draco held out a warm, furlined velvet cloak along with a furry hat and soft leather gloves. "Here put this on, we don't want you to be cold."
She got up and sent her materials back to her dorm with a flick of her wand then let him help her get the cloak on. She tugged the gloves onto her hands and felt him settle the hat over her hair and looked up at him curiously. "Lead the way then."
Draco grinned and pulled on his own cloak and gloves, taking Hermione's hand and lead her through a narrow passage way that the twins had shown him until they ended up outside. He knew he was taking a bit of a chance with this since he knew that Hermione wasn't exactly fond of flying. Draco just wanted to show her why he loved it so much. Draco acciod his sleek, top of the line broom, straddled it and held out his hand. "Are you coming?" He was quite proud of himself that his hand wasn't shaking.
She eyed the broom with skepticism. Flying truly was not her thing and really the ride on Buckbeak hadn't helped but...her gaze rose to his and she took his hand, letting him guide her into sitting sideways on the broomstick in front of him.
He slid his arms around her, making sure she was secure and grabbed the broom handle in front of her and slowly kicked off the ground. Draco kept them close to the ground to begin with, flying them in lazy circles over frozen fields and tree's glittering with frost. The sun was setting and Draco brought them higher just as the first stars lit in the sky. "I will never let you fall Hermione, I just want you to see the world the way I love to see it."
She had made a little 'eep' as they'd gone higher and hidden her face against his chest, hands clutching the edges of his cloak. She knew he was excellent on a broom, almost as good as Harry, and that he'd hex himself to oblivion before he let her come to harm but a lifetime of nerves regarding heights was a little hard to overcome. Still he was trying to do something special for her and he did have his arms securely around her so she peeked cautiously from her visual safe haven and caught her breath at the sight of the world all covered in white with the stars and the moon twinkling merrily away and the trees and shrubs looking a bit like toy models for a train landscape.
"It's the best feeling in the world, when I fly I can leave everything that troubles me behind and just be one with the sky, it's vast and never ending and it always welcomes you." Draco spoke softly in her ear as he guided them higher yet, showing her Hogwarts from the sky. He circled the Astronomy tower until they reached the top and then landed there. There was a blanket already laid out and a large basket was waiting for them. Draco had cast a warming charm on top of the tower so the air there was pleasantly toasty. "Are you ready for a picnic under the stars?"
She smiled and let him help her sit down. "I like the sound of that." She pursed her lips in consideration. "Do you know, I think that is the first time I've been up in the air without there having been any crisis being the reason I'm in the air."
"It was about time then." Draco replied and pulled off his gloves with his teeth so that he could set up the food from the basket. It was nothing extraordinary, just sandwiches and butterbeer...and eclairs of course. Draco loved desserts. "Me and Blaise used to sneak up here and get drunk on firewhiskey, I must say I like the present company better though." Draco smiled and handed Hermione a sandwich.
Rather than scold him she shook her head and chuckled. "You? Breaking rules? Say it isn't so." She bit into the sandwich, eyes twinkling in amusement.
"I know, it's almost unthinkable but alas it's true." Draco put on his most angelic and innocent expression, making him look very much like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. "I blame Blaise, he steered me down the wrong path and took advantage of my innocence."
She nearly choked as she swallowed at that before bursting into laughter. "Well I can't say I've never broken rules either. I do believe I've shattered one or two even. I even stole from Professor Snape's restricted potions cabinet in second year to make Polyjuice potion in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."
"I'm shocked beyond belief...I-I don't know what to do with this information." Draco put his hand over his heart with a stricken expression that quickly turned into a grin. "Out of curiosity, who were you? I know the dynamic duo were Crabbe and Goyle, it didn't take much to figure that out once I found the two trolls sleeping in that broom closet but where were you?"
She groaned and covered her face in with a hand, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment. "In the hospital ward. I tried to get a bit of Milicent Bulstrode's hair but...well she's a lot sharper than I thought then, I never could get so much as a strand from her head. I thought I lucked out when I got a hair from off her robe." She peeked at him from between her fingers. "It turned out to be a cat hair."
Draco burst out laughing, he laughed so hard that his ribs ached. "You got hair from Sugarpaws...oh you poor thing." Draco pictured Hermione in cat features and laughed even more, though he filed away the idea of cat ears for later use.
She had to laugh too, the way he did so with such abandon, so rare for him, invited it. So a giggle slipped out even though her face still burned red. "I suppose it was a funny sight. I was so embarrassed though and poor Ron and Harry were horrified, before they started laughing anyway. Luckily Madam Pomfrey set me to rights and even agreed to keep quiet about it." She loved seeing him with his eyes shining in happiness. All too often she'd see Draco looking much like Harry did, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders, so it was wonderful to see him laughing and carefree.
"I'm glad Madam Pomfrey helped you, I do believe I prefer the non furry version." Draco still had a huge smile on his face as he leaned forward and kissed her softly.
She leaned in to the gentle kiss, lashes fluttering down for a few moments before it ended. She moved a bit of hair out of his eyes and traced her fingers down his cheek. He still had the pointy nose and chin and the arrogant air that was positively bred into his bones but there was absolutely not a more beautiful man to her in the world than her Draco. "Thank you, for showing me the good in flying."
"Thank you for trusting me enough to get on the broom." Draco buried his hand in her wild curly hair and pulled her closer for another kiss. Everything about Hermione was warm, soft and beautiful. When he was with her Draco could actually believe that maybe he could become a good man one day. As long as she believed in him he could do anything. "Happy Valentine's Day."
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