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The Paths We Take	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18436 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“When the bones are good, the rest don't matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it rain 'cause you and I remain the same
When there ain't a crack in the foundation
Baby, I know any storm we're facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don't fall when the bones are good”
The Bones- Maren Morris

Chapter 27- Unity of the Lost Ones
Saturday, May 16^th, 1999
“Here we are!” Nolan declared with a broad smile as he gestured the pair through the opaque glass door and watched as their eyes widened in surprise. Upon entering the Sweetheart Room, they found a table for two situated in the center of a raised dais, surrounded by a brilliant pool of still-blue water. A single red rose laid in the middle of the white tablecloth with a perfect view overlooking a vast valley of green trees. Moss and greenery clung to the side of the cliff walls beneath a colorful sky while pink clouds hovered delicately above.
To the left of the table stood a roughly carved stone wall, which mirrored a perfect floor to ceiling sunset, wavering above the thin line where the Earth touched the Heavens. To complement the ambiance of the outdoors, a light breeze could be felt as the sounds of tropical birds filled the evening air. “What do you think? The setting sun is permanent and there is a glass walkway over the lagoon, leading up to the island. The temperature remains fixed for comfort as well, so you do not need to worry about getting too cold or too hot.”
“It’s-it’s beautiful…” Pansy muttered in astonishment, her hand clasped against her chest while Harry unconsciously rubbed his thumb across her fingers, entwined within his grip. “Are we even in the restaurant anymore? It honestly looks and feels like we’re standing on a mountainside. This is absolutely…wondrous…”
“Wait until you see the waterfall” he smirked while bringing out his wand and flicking it at the rocks, creating a cascading wave of white water, and causing the couples’ jaws to drop in amazement. “Now you can see why this room is very popular” he claimed proudly. “The owner was very specific when creating this restaurant. He wanted only the best. Now, the waterfall won’t drown out your conversation or get you wet, but it is highly recommended that you don’t try and touch it. We’ve had far too many people do so, disrupting the magic of the room, causing it to glitch out and flood. We are required to now warn everyone beforehand that there is a signature shock barrier surrounding it.”
“It’s perfect, Nolan” Harry asserted as he took in the room.
Grinning once more, Nolan began to walk across the water towards the table and pulled out the chairs for the pair. While the Gryffindor Prince helped Pansy remove her leather jacket, Nolan set a menu on the tablecloth in front of each chair. “Can I start you off with a couple of drinks?” he questioned as Harry placed his dates jacket on the back of her chair before walking over to his seat across from her. “Our ‘Forest for The Trees’ is exceptionally popular. It’s a Bols Genever, infused with Douglas Fir tea, Dolin Blanc Vermouth, and Green Chartreuse. Pairs beautifully with our caliber of Prime Meats, cutting through the fat to instantly cleanse the palate while also contrasting any richness with hints of forest and citrus.”
“Ooo, that sounds pretty” the Slytherin pipped while glancing at the menu. “I’ll take that.”
“Exceptional taste, Miss. And for the gentleman?” Nolan questioned politely while looking to Harry on his left as the waterfall in front of him, continued to cascade down into the pool of water.
“Oh, uh…I-I don’t really know. I’ve only ever had Butterbeer and Firewhisky.”
“May I suggest a glass of Single Malt Scotch then, sir. We have Macallan, a fine choice made in Highland Scotland; exclusively matured in Sherry oak casks for a minimum of 25 years, with hints of dried fruits, smoke, and chocolate orange. Pairs exceedingly well with our signature duck. Muggles may not know magic, but they sure do know how to make alcohol.”
“Um…okay” Harry smiled before glancing up at the server. “That sounds pretty good. I’ll take it.”
“Perfect” Nolan grinned. “And would you like to order your meal now or do you need a moment to study the menu a bit more? I can put in some hors d'oeuvres while you continue looking.”
“Well, uh…Are you ready to order, Pansy?” the Gryffindor inquired while looking to his date, who was reading through the list of cuisines in front of her. “Pick out whatever you like.”
“Would you mind if I chose something for you?” she queried while meeting his green eyes.
She was aware he hardly ate out anywhere, except for at The Three Broomsticks, and Hogwarts’ meals didn’t count as their choices were limited and not nearly as expensive as what she was used to. However, Pansy didn’t want to embarrass the Boy-Who-Lived by just ordering for them and waited until he gave her permission to take charge. Although, Harry had no idea what he was looking at when he glanced back down at the menu in his hands, and inhaled a deep breath while Nolan patiently stood between the couple.
“I’ll be honest, I have a total lack of knowledge as to what any of this means so, if you could…that’d be great” he smirked, hoping he didn’t sound stupid in front of the Slytherin Princess. “Plus, you’re an awesome cook so, I figure you would know what you’re looking at.”
“Alright” she beamed, giving him the idea that Pansy actually enjoyed the idea of ordering for both of them. “We’ll take an order of the stuffed mushrooms, a plate of escargot, I’ll have the dry-aged rib eye with a veal demi, roasted duck fat fingerling potatoes, and glazed carrot. I’m sure Harry would enjoy the roasted duck breast with a red wine reduction, mashed yams, and grilled asparagus-wait, you like yams, right?” she asked the Golden boy while leaning forward slightly, causing him to shake away his impressed gaze and nod his head. “Okay good, and two waters please” she finished while looking back to Nolan.
“You know your way around a menu, Miss” the server smirked while taking the lists from the pair. “I’ll put your order in and then I’ll be right back with your drinks” he declared with a small bow before exiting the room.
“Wow…” Harry breathed out. “That was impressive! I also have no idea what you ordered, but it all sounds delicious” he chuckled as Pansy slightly blushed.
“I uh, I don’t normally get to order for myself” she confessed while rubbing her palms across the top of her thighs. “My father usually orders for me and my mother…well…used to at least for my mother. Now he just orders for me all the time, and it’s always the same thing…chicken or fish. I can only eat so much of either before I get sick of them” she chuckled lightly.
“What about the other times you’ve been on a date? They wouldn’t let you get what you wanted?” he questioned while leaning his forearms on the table.
“If you count going to the pub and my friends ordering my drinks for me, then no…This is the first time I’ve actually been on a real date.”
“Really?” he asked in surprise. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Well it’s true” she shrugged as she turned her gaze to the waterfall on her right. “I’ve been promised dates a lot in my life, but no one has actually fulfilled the deed…until now” she smiled while looking back to the Gryffindor.
“Then I’m honored” he grinned happily. “So-”
“What was it like?” she quickly cut in while once again leaning forward.
“What was what like?”
“To live outside the walls of a pure-blooded family. To be able to eat when you wanted, say what you wanted, to not have to constantly go to fancy gatherings and holiday balls, where you’re expected to be prim and proper all the time. What was it like to feel…free?”
“Pansy…have-have you never heard my story? Besides what happened with my parents?” he questioned with a raised brow just as Nolan came back with their drinks. Pansy however, waited to answer until the server had finished setting down the beverages and waters, and left the room again.
“I mean, I heard you lived with your aunt, uncle, and cousin for a bit before you moved in with the Weasley’s and then got your own place at the Black’s family home…Why? Did I say something wrong?”
“No, of course not” he weakly smiled. “It’s just that…living with my aunt and uncle…it wasn’t the greatest. I was basically like a house-elf to them and my cousin, Dudley…he was…I guess the best example would be the muggle equivalent of Draco Malfoy back in the day, but more spoiled, fatter, and physically meaner. Though he has grown up since then…and become thinner.”
“I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know.”
“Don’t worry about it” he claimed with a wave of his hand. “It’s a long story for another time. But to answer your question, I…I didn’t really feel free…until after the fall of Voldemort. My whole life was filled with people telling me what I could and couldn’t do, what I was supposed to be and how I was supposed to act; though not in the same manner as you” he sighed while leaning back in his chair. “I didn’t have fancy dinners or balls, I never attended adequate tea dates or been to a society meeting, I’ve never once been through proper training and lessons on how to sit, stand, talk, eat-”
“Merlin, you make it sound like I’m sort of Royal Princess or something” she interrupted with a small frown.
“Because technically you are” he replied with a tender smile. “You’re Slytherins’ Princess, Pansy. And if you honestly think about it, everyone who’s pure-blood and comes from old money, like your family, the Malfoy’s, the Zabini’s, the Nott’s, etcetera, are. You all have the same traditions the muggle Royal Family does; just without the tiaras, palaces, speeches, and well, ruling over a country. You’re all practically wizarding royalty.”
“I guess Malfoy Manor could be considered a palace” she giggled softly.
“Oh, it most definitely is” Harry chuckled as Nolan returned with their appetizers.
“And I do have a few tiaras…” she admitted with a broad smirk after their waiter had left and Harry picked up one of the escargots from the plate.
“I…I’m not even going to question that” he grinned as he studied the hors d'oeuvre in his fingers. “How do you even eat this thing? What is this, anyway?”
“Harry…I-I need to tell you something else…”
“What’s that?” he asked while looking to the tongs that accompanied the appetizer.
“I saw them…” Pansy declared while the Gryffindor picked up the small two-pronged fork and started to dig at the meat within the shell.
“Saw who?” he inquired, brutally trying to pluck out the inside of the hull.
“Our friends…in the book I borrowed…”
“Mmhmm…”
“The ones stuck in the past.”
“What?” he asked in shock while simultaneously, and accidentally, flinging the meat from the shell at Pansy, who quickly stood in surprise. “Oh, God! I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine” she claimed with a raised hand as Harry rushed over to help her clean the juices off her white top. “Harry stop, it’s alright. I can vanish it away. Besides, that’s not how you eat snails anyway.”
“I-I-I…I almost ate a snail?” His eyes went wide as his hand froze in place, causing Pansy to chuckle as she brought out her wand in order to charm away the stain on her camisole.
“Well, it was a snail until you brutally massacred it and then sent its body flying through the air” she snickered with a shake of her head, although the Gryffindor Prince just stood frozen in shock as he stared unseeingly at the napkin touching the Slytherins’ top. “Harry? Harry, you have to move your hand from my chest for me to-”
“Sorry…It was an accident” he breathed out, though he had yet to remove his hand or his gaze.
“Harry…” she asserted gently while glancing down, “your hand is still on my breast…”
“Still an accident…” he whispered while finally looking to the witch’s eyes as her chest rose and fell steadily. “Wait…you-you said you saw them?” he asked, shaking away the daze, while collectively breaking the intense trance the couple was in, ruining the moment.
“Oh, uh yeah…I-I did…” she answered despondently as Harry lowered his hand, went back to his chair, and Pansy efficiently removed the stain before retaking her own seat. “In the history book I borrowed from Mrs. Malfoy…I-I saw Caleb too…I believe his daughter is the ancestor for their third era.”
“H-how did they look? Are they alright?”
“They seemed happy…” she confessed while lowering her gaze to her hands. “More than happy, I feel…”
“What is it?” he queried when he noticed how sullen his date had become.
“I uh…I-I saw Draco and Granger…kissing…”
“Oh…” he stated, however, he didn’t act surprised like she had expected him to.
“You already knew…Didn’t you? That they were together.”
“I um…I uh, saw them…kiss already…It was back in Pompeii when they all assumed that ash cloud was going to kill them…” he admitted while biting his lower lip anxiously. “I thought it was just because they thought they were going to die. I didn’t want anyone to get upset about it because I didn’t think it was a romantic gesture.”
“But…?” she asked, knowing he was holding something back.
“But…When Draco went dark in that tent, and I saw the way he treated ‘Mione after he saved her…I could feel what he felt still. I knew then that…that he was in love with her.”
“Why…didn’t you tell me?” she questioned with tears filling her brown eyes. “Why didn’t you say something? Why is it that everyone is so afraid to tell me anything that involves Draco?”
“For the same reason you aren’t telling me that you saw Ginny and Blaise together. I didn’t want you to get hurt o-or stop fancying me because you were still hung up on Malfoy. What I saw in Pompeii…” he paused for a moment while inhaling a sharp breath and sighed heavily. “I didn’t want to upset you…And after you helped me with my bath at the Manor, I-I knew I had a crush on you. You became more than a friend to me. But then Gettysburg happened, and I had this fear that you still only wanted him, and that if I told you, then my happy little bubble would break because your reaction would end up confirming that fear. I-I just wanted you to learn to fancy me without the complication of Malfoy getting in the way.”
“Harry…” she uttered in a near whisper.
“Look I know this is our first date and we hardly know each other outside of school, but…there’s something about you, Pansy, that I can’t for the life of me, shake. You’ve become such a wonderful friend and I’ve learned so much about you these past two weeks…I was scared that you wouldn’t want to date me if I said something.”
“Harry…” Pansy quickly cut in again.
“I’m just saying that y-you’ve grown to mean a lot to me and-”
“Harry…stop” she softly ordered as he nervously inhaled. “I don’t want Draco…” she claimed with a weak smile as her breath caught. “Not anymore.”
“Promise…?” he queried almost desperately, however, realizing that he must have sounded like a mental creep by asking her to confirm what they both already knew.
“I promise…” she smiled tenderly as he released the breath, he didn’t realize he was holding. “After all, I did agree to go out with you and then practically attacked you on the Quidditch field to get you to still take me…”
“I mean, I-I was going to try and take you regardless if you attacked me or not” he chortled lightly. “I was only out there because I was trying to think of a way to convince you to still go with me and hitting Bludgers helps me clear my head.”
“Well, I’m glad it worked out…Annnd you’re right…I did see Weasley and Blaise together, but…I didn’t want to confirm my fears either because I thought you may still have feelings for your ex. I started crushing on you too after I set up your bath…”
“Really?” he expressed a little too cheerfully.
“How is everything in here?” Nolan interrupted as he poked his head into the room, causing Pansy to quickly tuck her hair behind her ear and Harry to clear his throat while looking to the appetizers in front of him.
“Uh, it’s a…great!” the Gryffindor expressed while quickly lifting his glass and taking a sip of the fine scotch. Although he winced ever so slightly as he wasn’t used to sipping on expensive liquor. “C-can you hold off on bringing the entrées for a bit? We haven’t had a chance to really enjoy this…snail” he gulped while lightly scrunching his nose, resulting in Pansy giggling into her hand as she rested her elbow on the table. “Although, my date has had more of a taste than I think she wanted…”
“Would you like me to show you how to shuck the shells?”
“No thanks, Nolan. Um, I’m sure Pansy can show me. If not, then I’ll call for you.”
“Yes, sir” Nolan grinned with a small bow. “I’ll check on you again in about fifteen minutes to see if you’re ready for the main dishes.”
“Thank you!” Pansy waved while biting her bottom lip and doing her best to hold back a laugh.
After their entrees were served, twenty minutes later, and the couple talked about their pasts, friends, and family, Nolan vanished away their empty dishes before setting down a plated dessert as the couple laughed at the game, they were in the middle of playing.
“What are these?” Pansy inquired as she studied the four little red and white mushrooms on the plate in the center of the table. “They’re so cute!”
“Our ‘Enchanted Woodland Macaroons’, Miss” he smiled happily. “Red Velvet macaroon shells with a bit of cocoa powder and cream cheese icing, powdered sugar sprinkled on top, and house-made marshmallows for the stem. It’s a new dish our chef created and wanted to see how it fairs. It’s complimentary. We only ask that you tell us if it’s good or bad.”
“They look delicious! Thank you!” she beamed while Harry fondly gazed at his Princess. However, the longer he looked at her, the more he noticed the twinkle of green in her eyes and small dimples in her cheeks when she smiled, which made her look absolutely adorable. But as she gleefully spoke with the waiter about the dessert, Harry sat in his chair with a fixed stare, his lips slightly parted as his breathing became heavy, and he abruptly wondered if maybe, he was falling in love with Pansy Parkinson.
But it was too soon wasn’t it? He barely knew her; and not even ten days ago, she was screeching about ‘her’ poor Draco being stuck in the past with his ‘horrible’ best friend. It was most definitely way too soon to be thinking about love. Although, each time he looked at her, his heart began to race rapidly within his chest, forcing him to stop and think about what he wanted to say next so that his words wouldn’t get all jumbled again as butterflies filled his stomach. Perhaps his emotions were simply a result of nerves? Then again, how would he even know? The only women he’d ever loved in life, were as family. So, how would he be able to decipher what he was feeling now if he’d never truly fallen in love with someone before? But didn’t Draco, of all people, show him what it was supposed to feel like in that vision? Or was it different for each person? Now he just confused himself even more.
“Well, I shall leave you for now” Nolan broadly smiled while setting a small black book on the table. “Enjoy your dessert and please take your time. There is no rush. Also, we kindly request that you fill out the survey on the bottom of the tab, so that we know how we did. And please let me know if you will be requiring anything else. It has been a pleasure meeting you both. We hope to see you again.”
“Thank you, Nolan” Pansy asserted before glancing at Harry and raising a brow when she noticed his bewildered gaze. “Everything alright?”
“Huh? Yeah…I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You look worried…”
“Worried?” he expressed with a sharp exhale as he rubbed his sweaty palms on his lap. “No…I-I was just thinking.”
“Alright, if you say so” she smirked while leaning back in her chair, causing the Gryffindor to clear his throat and lean forward, doing his best to try and forget the rambling thoughts. “So, seeing as I got batteries correct, it’s my turn, right?”
“Ehem…yeah, uh…I supposed you get to ask me what a certain muggle item is” he chuckled softly.
“Okay!” she beamed while intriguingly leaning forward. “So, tell me, Harry Potter…what’s the difference between a pen and pencil? I know pens are like quills, but like, have the ink inside them…so, what’s a pencil?” she asked innocently, resulting in Harry snickering into his hand. “What? What’s wrong? Was that a stupid question? I know there are so many other things out there that you could tell me, but that has been bothering me for so long, and-Stop laughing at me!”
“I’m not laughing at you” he chortled with a shake of his head and crossed his arms. “I just think the way you asked is…cute” he claimed as Pansy’s cheeked flushed. “A pencil is made of wood and has lead inside of it. If you make a mistake when you write with it, the quick easy way to remove the mistake instead of crossing it out like with a quill or using your wand, you can use the eraser on the opposite end. Plus, you can sharpen the tip when it goes dull.”
“Really? So, there’s no magic when erasing?” she pipped in excitement. However, her smile quickly faded as Nolan rushed back into the room, panting heavily.
“Mr. Potter! Ms. Parkinson!” he proclaimed in a panic while hastily closing the door behind him. “I-I apologize for the use of your real names, but…we sort of have a small problem.”
“Small?” Harry began with a raised brow. “You sound and look like you just saw a Werewolf.”
“Worse!”
“Worse than a Werewolf?” Pansy questioned with a tilt of her head.
“Well um…a-a customer had apparently seen Mr. Potter enter the restaurant…” he gulped nervously.
“You were a Hufflepuff, weren’t you?” the raven-haired witch inquired with narrowed brows. “I feel like you were a Hufflepuff…So, someone saw Harry; that’s not worse than seeing a Werewolf” she claimed, taking a sip of her fourth drink.
“I was actually” he grinned proudly before he shook his head and dawned a serious expression. “That’s beside the point…”
“What is the point, Nolan?” the raven-haired Prince curiously queried.
“It-it seems they saw you with a young unidentifiable woman…and uh, well…they told the Press, who are at this moment, bombarding the front doors trying to get the latest scoop.”
“What?” Harry yelled as Pansy began to choke on her beverage. “Shite, Pans! Are you okay?” he asked while she coughed a few times and cleared her throat with her hand resting on her chest.
“I’m fine” she stated before once again clearing her throat. “I just…ehem…I’m fine” she weakly smiled.
“Do you have a back exit or something?” the Gryffindor asked while removing his Invisibility Cloak from his jacket pocket.
“Is that a-”
“Nolan…” he cut in before the server had a chance to finish his sentence. “I’m gonna need you to keep this between us. Now, do you have a back exit or not?”
“We do. I-I apologize, sir.”
“Don’t worry about it” he replied politely as he stood and pulled out his money pouch in order to pay for the meal. “Can you please show us the way?”
“Yes, sir. If you would follow me this way” Nolan declared while bringing out his wand and packing up the dessert the couple hadn’t had a chance to try yet. “There’s actually a door behind the waterfall that leads through the kitchen. I do hope this doesn’t deter you from dining here again.”
“This wasn’t your fault, Nolan,” Pansy spoke gently as she picked up the to-go box and Harry took her free hand in his, “and I would love to come back sometime…if…I mean, if Harry would like to join me?”
“Oh, uh…” the Golden Boy began to stutter while rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Yeah-yes, definitely. But first, we need to avoid getting our pictures taken and possibly a scandalous article written about us in the Daily Prophet.”
“Oh, Gods! Nolan, you didn’t see Rita Skeeter out there, did you?” the witch panicked. “Shite! What if she’s been spying on us? Doesn’t she turn into some sort of bug or something?”
“Don’t worry about her” Harry smirked. “Hermione struck a deal with her a few years ago.”
“Oh…” the Slytherin uttered with narrowed brows of confusion.
“Would you excuse me for a moment?” Nolan requested. “I need to let my manager know that I’ll be escorting you.”
“Take your time” the raven-haired wizard stated before Nolan quickly scampered off.
“What deal did Granger make with Skeeter?” Pansy pressed once the server was out of the room.
“Uh…well, she captured her in beetle form, placed her in jar imbued with an Unbreakable charm so she couldn’t transform, and then threatened to tell the Ministry that she was an illegal Animagus if she didn’t comply. Rita Skeeter will now only write about me if, and or when, she receives permission and approval from either Hermione or myself. Especially after the little biography she wrote about me when the war was over, which by the way, was only about a quarter of the truth.”
“Geez…Granger is definitely a bigger badarse than I thought.”
“Be sure to tell her that once she finds out we’re dating. She may be less inclined to trap you in a jar as well…” he stated, causing Pansy to giggle before realizing he was serious.
“You’re not joking, are you?”
“No. She will literally transfigure you and put you into a jar.”
“But she’s dating Draco…”
“True, but Malfoy’s a guy. Women, for some reason, are different. You lot are way more spiteful towards one another.”
“Okay, you have a point.”
“Are you two ready or would you like a little more time?” Nolan requested as he re-entered the room. “My manager and a few other staff members are keeping the press at bay for now and I received permission to put a locking charm on the door to keep anyone who may slip past, out.”
“No, that’s okay. We’re ready” the Slytherin Princess replied before following the man through what now looked like an entrance to a cave. “Um, Nolan…? Quick question. Why was that room called ‘The Blue Grotto’ if we couldn’t see the cave behind the waterfall?” she queried as they walked down a long hall lit up by the glowing blue water flooring.
“Ahh, yes. During construction of the building, the owner originally was going to have the room look, sound, and feel like The Blue Grotto in Capri, Italy before scrapping the idea and making it a cliffside view overlooking a mountain of trees. Something about Grotto didn’t give him the reminiscing feel he was aiming for or really fit with the theme of the restaurant. However, he did choose to combine the two, as a way to remember his departed friend, and this was supposed to be the path to enter the room, but it was later decided that the kitchen would be better suited at the end.
“Before the last incident, where someone touched the waterfall, you could see the cave’s entrance clearly, which meant more people wanted to know what laid beyond it, not believing it was just the kitchen. So, when the barrier was erected, the Grotto entrance was hidden for safety purposes, but we never changed the name. Anyway, if you two could don that cloak of yours, it would be best if no one saw you walking through the galley. I don’t want to risk anything if a reporter snuck in through the back.”
“How far out from the restaurant does the anti-disapparation ward go?” Harry questioned as he wrapped the sheet around Pansy’s shoulders.
“Just a few meters around the building. Not too far. I’ll grab the evening deliveries out back and prop the door for you, so if someone is in the alleyway, they simply assume I’m alone…Alright, here we are” he declared as the trio stopped in front of the entryway at the end of the hall. “Stay quiet and stay behind me, we’ll have to walk fast; it’s a busy area back there.”
Once figuring out a way to maneuver through the chaos of the kitchen without running into anyone, Pansy and Harry quickly rushed out into the alley. Sure enough, there were a few reporters waiting outside, hoping to snap a picture of Harry Potter and his secret date, but luckily no one noticed the couple slip out, and as soon as they were far enough away, the duo apparated to the edge of Hogsmeade.
“Is this a regular thing for you?” the raven-haired witch inquired as Harry tucked the Invisibility Cloak into his pocket. “Sneaking around with that thing?”
“Can I plead the fifth?”
“In America, yeah, if you’re on trial…not here. You seem far too comfortable and know exactly how to hold a cloak, that’s built for like one person, so that it can cover two adults with ease. So, I will ask you again; is sneaking around a regular thing for you?”
“Yes…” he answered with a small gulp as Pansy just stared at him with her arms crossed.
“Can I borrow it?”
“Foooor what, exactly?”
“So, I can sneak out of your room later” she smirked as Harry’s eyes widened. “What? Our date’s not over until dessert is finished, and seeing as we haven’t had a chance to try it yet…” she held up the to-go box in her hand, “I thought maybe we could share it as we look over the history book. The one where I found our friends.”
“Oh,” he breathed out with a small chuckle.
“What did you think I meant?”
“Nothing” he quickly claimed with a small shake of his head. “Sounds good to me.”
“Alight” she smiled happily. “Do you uh…do you wanna play a game on the way back up to the castle?”
“Sure” he shrugged while placing his hands in his pockets. “What kind of game? The animal one? I spy?”
“Oh, I was thinking more of Secrets” she stated before realizing how much her feet hurt. “Can you hold this for a sec?”
“Yeah…” Taking the dessert in his hands, Harry watched as Pansy bent down and began to unbuckle the straps of her stilettos. Taking a step forward, he allowed her to use his shoulder for balance as she removed each shoe before reaching out a hand to take the heels from her. However, the Princess simply looked at him with a tilt of her head, causing the Gryffindor to relax his shoulders and give her a knowing look. “Just let me carry them for you, Pansy. You’ve had to wear them all night, so I think it’s only fair.”
“Okay, just…don’t wear them” she teased, forcing a smile to splay across the wizards’ lips.
“They’re not really my style” he joked while gripping the stilettos by the front strap. “Black is so not my color” he continued to quip.
“Black goes with everything. I just feel the heel may be a bit too high for you.”
“You’re right…I’m not used to anything over two inches” he ticked with folded lips. “I would definitely break an ankle.”
“Shut-up” she laughed before slipping her arm through his and began walking up the path leading back to school.
“So, how do you play this Secrets game?” he asked while glancing to the ground to avoid any small rocks his witch may step on.
“It’s easy. I’ll tell you a secret about me that either no one else knows or only a hand full of people know, and in return, you tell me one of yours. We go back and forth until we decide to stop. There isn’t really a winner…I-I figured it’s a good way for us to get to know one another more.”
“Okay” he grinned before biting his lower lip and inhaled a deep breath. “Let’s see…” he exhaled slowly. “Well, there was this one time, during third year, where I played Truth or Dare with the guys in the Gryffindor Tower, and Seamus decided it would be funny to dare me to run naked through the Great Hall…Although, Nearly-Headless Nick didn’t see the humor when he caught me.”
“Wow…I’m almost upset I missed that” she giggled. “But that doesn’t beat the time I turned Mrs. Norris invisible and watched as Filch ran through the halls in a panic, searching for her, when the entire time she was following him right on his heels, meowing.”
“I enjoy reading romantic novels.”
“You do?” she questioned while ceasing their stride.
“Please don’t tell anyone” he stated with a small frown. “Ron would tease me for the rest of my life if he found out. I would never hear the end of it.”
“I won’t tell…As long as you don’t tell anyone that I have an obsession with acting out dialogue in almost all the books I’ve read.”
“That sounds like fun” he chortled before continuing onward towards the castle.
“It is. You should try it. I feel it really puts you into the character’s mind state. Maybe we could read something together one day…”
“As long as you’re alright with my terrible acting, sure. Why not?”
After joking with one another the entire way back, sneaking their way past a few students that had not gone down to the village, and managing to enter the Common Room undetected, Harry and Pansy sat side by side on the Gryffindor’s bed. While they examined the pictures the Slytherin had found earlier in the day and semi-enjoyed the dessert from dinner, the Gryffindor Prince furrowed his brows in bewilderment the longer he took in the group printed on the parchment before him.
“They do seem really happy given their predicament” Harry spoke as he studied the picture of their friends posing with Caleb and his family. “And this Caleb bloke seems like a good guy. Hermione appears to trust him and that’s good enough for me. Not that I could do anything about it anyway.”
“I wonder if they’ve had sex yet…” Pansy declared with a tilt of her head as she nonchalantly picked at the macaroon on her plate.
“What? ‘Mione and Caleb? Have you lost your marbles?”
“Ewe, no. Not Granger and that ancestor…maybe back in Gettysburg when he was still younger, but ewe, no. I meant Granger and Draco.”
“Why would you care if they did or not?”
“I don’t” she shrugged while dusting off her hands and leaned back against the Gryffindors’ headboard. “I was just wondering. I think they did. She is pretty and I feel she would be able to please him well enough in the bedroom. I’d do her.”
“What?”
“What?” she questioned innocently. “I would. She’s hot with that haircut. I bet Draco styled it, he’s always been good with hair.”
“Wait, are you…?”
“No,” she chuckled. “I would never date a girl, but that hasn’t stopped me from diving into the pleasures of the female anatomy. We’re beautiful specimens, if I do say so myself” she admitted while Harry just stared at her, speechless. “And now you’re picturing me snogging your best friend, aren’t you?” she smirked.
“No! Hermione is like my sister! I would never-”
“It’s perfectly alright, you know, natural even. And it’s not like she’s your real sister. If she was, then I would be worried.”
“I wasn’t picturing her snogging you.”
“But you were picturing something dirty” she ticked.
“I wasn’t!”
“Honestly, Harry, you need to lighten up. Everyone talks about sex and has a dirty mind. I’m not going to judge you because you had a sexual thought of me snogging, or even shagging, someone you know.”
“Are you saying I’m uptight?” he asked with narrowed brows.
“Sort of” she half-shrugged. “You are getting a wee bit upset about what I said.”
“If you say so…” he claimed while closing the book and setting both it and their half-finished dessert, on the bench at the end of his bed.
“Harry, I’m not trying to-”
“I know” he sighed before he laid back across the mattress and rubbed his hand down his face. “I’m sorry, it’s just…I don’t know. I’ve never really been one to talk about…well, you know.”
“Sex? It’s not a bad word…Wait a second,” Pansy sat up straight, tucked her legs under her, before she grabbed the large pillow to her right, and held it close to her chest, “are you…Harry, are you a virgin?”
“What?” he expressed while quickly turning his stunned gaze to the witch, who seemed a little too excited. “No! I-I’ve had sex before. I’m just…I’m not as experienced as…”
“As me?” she huffed with a small frown. “Pansy Parkinson, the ice queen, the cold bitch, the school… whore.” While rotating to his side and propping himself up on his right arm, Harry gazed at his girlfriend dolefully while trying to think about how things kept turning south on them. “What?” she questioned as a small tear trickled down her cheek. “You think I didn’t hear all the whispers, the names they called me or used to, whatever…? I know what people think of me, Harry, and I have tried really hard to change their minds, to change, to be a better person. But it doesn’t matter to them because I will always be the girl who is too comfortable talking about things no one else is and is apparently willing to sleep with any guy she sees.”
“I was going to say as I think I should be” he claimed glumly. “You’re not a whore, Pansy.”
“Damn right, I’m not! I’ve only ever had sex with like, two people. Crabbe and Goyle started that nasty rumor after the Yule Ball, when I turned both of them down as dates. Yeah okay, I’m experienced, but I’m not a slag like everyone thinks.”
“I never thought you were” he declared softly before moving to sit on her right and taking her hand in his. “Listen, I’ve been on the receiving end of many rumors, some even started by you, but what I’ve come to realize is, is that they’re just that…rumors. I stopped listening to them and caring about what others thought after I proved that I was right about Voldemort’s’ return. The only opinions I care about are my closet friends and myself. And I never thought any of the rumors about you were true” he claimed as Pansy weakly smiled and wiped the tear from her face, however, Harry felt he needed to do more to cheer his witch up and not ruin the perfect date they were having.
“Thank you…for saying that. I’m sorry for getting all emotional. I-I have a hard time opening up to people, but I feel comfortable with you. More comfortable than I think I have with anyone in a long time, which is why I thought it was okay to talk to you about sex. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” Exhaling a small breath, Harry glanced down at their hands before looking up to the dejected Slytherin.
“I…I didn’t picture you snogging Hermione, after you mentioned…you know…” he nervously stated while adjusting his glasses on his face with his free hand. “I um…I was actually imagining you kissing me…instead of her.” Pansy slowly turned her gaze towards him as he quickly cleared his throat and looked down at his lap. “You can be open with me about anything, Pans; and I mean anything. We can talk or do whatever you want, okay? If you wanna play a game, we can do that, if you wanna talk about sex and my lack thereof, then let’s talk about sex. Or if you would rather just sit here until we both fall asleep…I’m okay with that too. If you’re comfortable, then so am I.”
“Secret?” she queried, causing him to lick his lips as he smiled warmly.
“Secret…”
“I hate marshmallows…” she spoke softly, causing Harry to raise a brow of confusion.
“What?” he chuckled with narrowed brows.
“You get confused easily, don’t you?” she asked while flicking her eyes to the Gryffindors’ lips. “You say ‘what’ a lot.”
“Well, that was sort of random and a bit unexpected.”
“Harry...you told me that you wanted to take me to dinner, right?”
“Yeah…”
“And you wanted to have a few drinks, kiss me good night, and hoped that I would say yes to you taking me out again…”
“Okay…?”
“Well, we had dinner, we had a few drinks, technically I asked you for a second date at the restaurant and you said ‘yes’, but our date isn’t over yet. I ate that dessert, even though I hate marshmallows, so that you could kiss me goodnight.”
“Y-you want to end our date?” he inquired sorrowfully. “I-I thought we were having a good time. Did you not have fun?”
“I had fun” she warmly smiled. “But yes; I want to end our date. All you have to do is say goodnight.”
“Wh-why?” he breathed out in a mixture of heartbreak and bewilderment.
“So, that I can kiss you…like I’ve been wanting to since you picked me up…Harry, I really need you to end this date.”
“Wh-”
“Would you stop questioning me and kiss me already!” she demanded rather sternly.
“Okay!” he yelped before quickly leaning in peaking her on the lips.
“Now say good night…”
“This is extremely odd, but alright…Good night, Pansy.”
“Good night, Harry” she grinned as her eyes lowered back to his lips.
“Okay so, now wh-” he began to inquire, but was instantly cut off as Pansy pressed into him, roughly connecting their lips together, and forcing him to lean back on his hand for support, all the while surprising him with her unexpected strength. “What uh…” he swallowed hard while trying to breathe as the Slytherin witch climb on top of him, straddling his lap, and ran her lips across his jaw and down his neck. “What are you doing?” he managed to ask through the heated moment. And although he was utterly shocked, it didn’t stop him from placing his hands upon Pansy’s hips and pulling her closer to him.
“I want you, Harry” she claimed through deep breaths as she continued to peck every inch of his exposed skin. “Our date is officially over which means-”
“Pansy, I…” clearing his throat while simultaneously casually bucking his hip, allowing the raven-haired witch on top of him to feel his throbbing length between her legs. “I-I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“I ate marshmallows for you…” she pouted while leaning back some, her arms resting on his shoulders.
“And I…have no idea what to say to that, I just know that…I-I don’t want you to-to leave unsatisfied or-or…disappointed. I don’t want to ruin this entire night by fucking up.”
Tilting her head slightly, Pansy smirked as she brushed a strand of loose hair back from Harry’s eyes, and gently bit her bottom lip.
“You could never disappoint me” she smiled before softly kissing the top of his forehead. “Regardless of your experience with women or sex, you’ve treated me better in a few short hours than any guy has my whole life. When I say that I want you, it isn’t about me or my needs. I want to make you happy.”
“You already have by saying yes to dating me.”
“That’s not enough for me. I know that sounds mean, and I don’t mean it to be, but I want to make you happier…if that makes sense, because I think you deserve the best. I know I can give that to you.”
“I don’t want you for your body, Pansy.”
“I know…” she weakly shrugged as she glanced down and played with the buttons on his green shirt. “I just wanted to help you take your mind off of everything.”
“I have. This day…it’s the best one I have had in months. For a while, I forgot everything we’ve been dealing with…But I won’t deny that seeing you naked hasn’t crossed my mind…a few hundred times tonight” he stated after sensing her sullen emotions; however, he never had a chance to say more as Pansy ripped open his shirt, effortlessly popping the buttons off the cloth, causing Harrys’ eyes to widened. “I just bought this shirt.”
“I’ll buy you a new one” she asserted before recapturing his lips. Harry leaned forward to help her ease the fabric from his shoulders as he ground his hips against hers. As he tossed the button-down off to the side, the Slytherin Princess quickly began pulling up his tee, making the Gryffindor Prince breath heavy as anxiety began to overwhelm him. “Harry?” With narrowed brows, Pansy gazed at her wizard with concern while lowering the cloth in her hands, before realizing how pressured he must feel with her aggressive approach. “Are you okay?”
“I uh…I-I don’t really know what I’m doing. The first and well, only time, I’ve had a sexual encounter…it…it didn’t exactly go the way I thought it would.”
“What happened?”
“I-I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“You climaxed too early, didn’t you?”
“I said I didn’t wanna talk about it” he frowned while averting his gaze.
“Harry…” she giggled slightly as she placed her fingers under his chin and turned his attention back to her. “That’s an easy fix.”
“What? H-how?” he inquired, partially embarrassed that he was so new to everything and had no idea what the hell he was in for.
“You have to nut one out first.”
“I what?”
“Seriously, Harry, please stop saying ‘what’” she sighed heavily with a small chuckle.
“I’m not going to masturbate in front of you! That’s strange to even think about.”
“You do know there are other ways to get you to cum without you jerking off in front of me, right?”
“Wha-I mean, h-how?” Raising a brow while Pansy gave him a curious look, Harry’s dick began to grow harder as her fingers delicately trailed down his chest. His heart beat rapidly as her lips gently pressed against his forehead; however, he was confused when she suddenly pulled back and stood from the bed “Did I do something wrong?” Rather than answer him, she reached up and slowly removed her camisole, revealing her white lacy bra which perfectly hugged her breasts as she dropped the silk fabric to the floor. She then started to undo the button on her jeans, causing the Gryffindor’s breath to catch as he studied her flawless body.
“Have you ever had a blow job, Harry?” Not trusting his words, he shook his head, but never once removed his eyes off the beautiful figure standing half-naked in his room. Although, he couldn’t really say anything except for ‘no’ as he had no idea what she was even talking about. Instead of paying attention to his friends sexual exploits throughout sixth year, he had concerned himself with the impending war and following Malfoy around, so unfortunately, he never had the time to learn more than the basics. But he didn’t want to look stupid in front of the one person willing to teach him new things and if she ended up asking him what it was, he would simply nod his head and pretend he did. After all, he took down the most dangerous dark wizard the world had ever seen, surely, he could handle whatever a blow job was. “You don’t know what it is, do you? If you did, then you would already be laying down.”
“I-I-I…” he stuttered, realizing he had no idea how to answer her.
“It’s okay if you don’t. You know, I kind of like that you’re a newbie” she smiled while biting her lower lip, making Harry’s chest rise and fall rapidly. “You can lay down now.”
“O-o-o-okay…” he gulped. “H-here?” he asked while pointing to where he was currently sitting.
“Move down a bit towards the center of the bed.”
“O-okay…” Slowly moving towards the center of the mattress, the raven-haired wizard stared at Pansy in awe as she stepped forward, climbed on top of him, and helped him remove the undershirt he was still wearing.
“Relax, Harry” she softly instructed after setting the shirt off to the side and softly running her fingers down his shaggy chest before lifting his left hand and tenderly placing it upon her covered breast. “Breathe…Trust me…”
“I-I trust you, I just…I h-have no idea what I’m s-supposed to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything, love.” She leaned down and began to carefully trail her lips across his ear before gently nibbling his lobe and causing a soft moan to escape his throat. “Just enjoy and let me do everything” she whispered while gliding her fingers down his ribs. “I just need you to relax, alright? I promise you’ll like this.”
After he nodded his head without saying a word, Pansy started leaving tender kisses down his neck before slowly backing up. Continuing downwards, without breaking her lips away from the Gryffindors skin, she only stopped once she reached the button of his jeans. Unbuttoning his pants, she made sure her movements were slow and sensual, giving Harry the chance to acclimate to what she was doing before pulling down the zipper and easing the jeans and his boxers from off his body, freeing his hardened length. Still nervous but slightly calmer, Harry lifted his head and watched as the witch gently touched his dick with her fingertips before placing a soft tender kiss upon the tip.
As his body lightly twitched and his eyes closed in pleasure, he suddenly felt her tongue lick up the length of his cock, forcing a groan from his throat as his hands tightened into fists, gripping the comforter to try and prevent himself from ejaculating from one simple action. Although he still didn’t understand why the deed was called a blow job. He soon found out, however, after Pansy had wrapped her lips around the tip of his member and slowly began to lower her head downward. Taking her time, she continued to take him in until she could feel him touch the back of her throat, before lifting her head, but never removing her mouth from off him.
Enjoying the pleasurable groans her wizard was making, Pansy softly moaned, resulting in small vibrations to cascade down Harry’s cock. The Gryffindor’s jaw dropped as he threw his head back as a deep growl emitted from his lips. Feeling the urge circulating through him, Harry quickly looked down at the witch sucking gently on his hard-pulsating dick as a mixture of fear and delectation engulfed his body.
“Pans-Pansy,” he choked out with a ragged gasp as she continued to steadily stroke him with her mouth. “Pansy-fuck…I’m gonna-oh God, fuck-I’m gonna cum, Pan-Pansy.” However, she ignored his warning and continued to caress his cock with her tongue, forcing him over the edge as he placed his hands upon the top of her head and released his seed deep in her throat while crying out in sheer bliss.
Keeping her lips on him as Harry rode out his climax, she swallowed the load in her mouth before licking the semen dripping down his member as he breathed heavily and stared at the ceiling in disbelief. After steadying his breath, he opened his mouth to speak, but his brain and his lips didn’t seem to want to cooperate with each other and he spit out the first thing that came to mind. “I love you.” Both his and Pansy’s eyes widened in surprise as he quickly lifted his head and glanced at the stunned witch in horror. “That! I-I meant I loved that! I-I didn’t-I just-”
“It’s okay, Harry” she giggled lightly while sitting upright. “People tend to say things out of the blue after and or during an orgasm. It happens” she smiled while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s not like you meant it or anything.”
“Yeah, no…No…” he claimed, but as he laid his head back down, he suddenly became confused as to why he felt rejected at her words, when he had just had the best climax of his life. Of course, his mind was lost in the moment, but his heart was strongly telling him that he did mean what he said, even if it came out accidentally.
“Are you alright?” she inquired, breaking the silence that had quickly surrounded them.
“I’m fine” he smiled through the dejection he was feeling. “Just replaying the last five minutes in my head.”
“You know, the more often you cum, the longer you’ll last” she insisted while once again biting her lower lip. “I don’t mind helping you” she claimed in a near whisper.
“Yeah?” he asked while returning his focus on her.
“Yeah” she grinned happily.
“Come here” he requested while slowly pulling her closer to him and removing the sullen thoughts from his mind. He just wanted to spend the rest of the night in bliss with his girl and not think about his unexpected admittance. “What do we do now?” he murmured while brushing her hair out of her face.
“Well, we need to give you a few minutes to recuperate before really doing anything else.”
“Can I um…can you show me how to, you know, please you while we wait? I-I’d like to return the favor, if that’s alright with you?”
“Harry, you don’t have to-”
“I want to” he declared tenderly.
After thinking about it for a few seconds, Pansy sat up and slowly unclasped her bra, exposing her impeccable breasts and making Harry lose his breath once more. She then moved off the naked Prince and laid beside him as he propped himself up on his arm and stared down at the utter perfection she emitted. Once she took off her knickers and instructed him on what to do with his fingers, Harry tried his best to follow her directions to a tee but found it hard to find her pleasure points and knew she wasn’t satisfied with his efforts. “I’m sorry…” he spoke while removing his fingers from inside her, knowing he had once again messed up another sexual encounter and internally cursed himself for his lack of knowledge on the subject.
“Don’t be sorry, Harry” she proclaimed with a gentle smile while cupping his cheek in her hand. “We can work on it, okay?”
“You-you still want to-”
“Of course, I do.” Perplexed, she tilted her head as she lifted his chin to look at her. “Harry, you’re perfect and you’ve done nothing wrong. It takes a lot to make a girl cum; I didn’t expect you to be able to do it on your first try. So, you’re struggling a bit, I don’t care. I care about you a-and this moment with you. Besides, there are plenty of other ways I can orgasm, and I can tell you right now, I am really looking forward to them” she winked, causing a smile to form on Harry’s face. “Now lay back. We’re going to have some fun.” Doing as he was told, Harry laid back down as Pansy climb on top of him and began fondly kissing her as his cock grew hard once more. Although, he was about to remove his glasses when he felt her hand reach up to stop him. “Leave them on. I want you to be able to see everything.” In that moment, he had never felt more alive in his life and was determined to give her whatever she wanted. He would do anything for her, even if that meant he had to keep his glasses on and be her secret forever.
Leaning back some, while slowly breaking away from the intense snogging, Pansy reached behind her and lined her wizard up with her center before gently gliding him into her wet core. Moaning delicately as Harry tightly filled her, she smiled happily as he pulled her closer to him, and giggled slightly as he unconsciously bucked his hips, pressing further into her. Realizing he did something right that caused his witch to whimper in delight, he repeated the movement as she placed his left hand on her breast and moved the other to wrap around her waist.
To his surprise, Harry felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure but didn’t feel the need to climax as quickly as he was used to, giving him the satisfaction of being able to enjoy pleasuring his witch. With a smile plastered on his face, he went back to heatedly kissing the Princess as he steadily pumped in and out of her.
A half-hour later, with heavy breaths and beads of sweat dripping from their skin, the couple connected their foreheads as Pansy rolled her hips and Harry pressed deeply into her. The movements they created sent a wave of euphoria and ecstasy through them, engulfing their bodies as they both came undone together. Panting hard as they remained fixed in their positions, only one thought crossed the Slytherins’ mind as Harry reached up and cupped her cheek lovingly in his palm.
“Harry, I-”
“Stay with me tonight” he requested through his labored breaths, resulting in the witch pulling back slightly.
“What?”
“Stay with me…Sleep here tonight, with me. I don’t want you to go back to your room. You can borrow my cloak in the morning, I…I don’t want to be alone right now. So…I’m asking you to stay with me.”
“Okay…” she expressed with a wide smile. “I’ll stay.”
“I didn’t know if that was going to work but I am so grateful it did” he admitted before leaning up and placing a lingering kiss upon her lips.
“Harry…?”
“Yeah?” he responded while running his fingers through her soft hair.
“I-I wanna tell our friends…”
“About the pictures? I figured we would have to tell-”
“No…I-I wanna tell them about us” she confessed, causing Harry to halt his movements and gaze into her warm eyes. “I mean after we show them the pictures, of course. I don’t want to keep you a secret anymore, Harry, I want people to know that we’re together. No more hiding, no more girls flirting with you because they think you’re available…no more secrets. I need to be able to hold your hand in the halls, kiss you in public, go on dates with you and not have to pretend that we’re just friends.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything. I want to be with you, in the open, as boyfriend and girlfriend. But only if you’re okay with that and what it means in the end. The whispers when we walk into a room, the talking behind our backs, the hate everyone will spill for you dating me and me supposedly ‘using’ you to fix my image. If you’re not okay with all-”
“Pansy…” he gently cut in with a feeble smile. “I can handle the heat, and if you want to tell our friends before telling everyone else, then we can do that. Whatever you want to do. I don’t care what others have to say, as long as we’re together and know the truth, I’m happy. I just want you happy too.”
“I want to tell them. That would make me happy. Regardless of the outcome, I want to be with you in the open.”
“Okay” he nodded joyfully. “We can tell them in the morning.”
“After we show them the pictures.”
“After we show them the pictures” he confirmed while brushing his thumb softly across her skin.
“Wanna go again?” she grinned gleefully, forcing a chuckle to escape the Gryffindors’ throat.
“Give me a few minutes. Then we can go as many times as you want, even if that means we don’t get any sleep and are up all night.”
“I’ll put the charms on the door” she smirked as she disentangled herself from the wizard, grabbed the rumpled sheet and wrapped it around herself, before she searched for her wand on the floor as Harry sighed happily from his bed.
AN: I am so sorry for the late post; work has been kicking my ass since the salon opened back up and it has caused me to fall behind on getting the chapters written. I know I say this every week now, but I really am sorry. And I am sorry to say that chapter 28 may also be delayed. I just wanted to let you all know. However, even though I have not responded to the reviews you wonderful people have left last chapter, I have read them all and they made me so happy. I also saw some new readers! Welcome, and thank you for taking an interest in this fic! I look forward to seeing more from you. 28 by the way, will have more Dramione, I promise. Just had to place certain things first to set the next chapter up. As always, XOXO
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