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Hermione’s eyes fluttered open when she felt something tickling her neck. Draco was lying on his side, his head resting on one hand and his other ghosting over her collarbone. His eyes were guarded, almost as if he thought she might slap him at any moment. She frowned when she realized she couldn’t hear his thoughts anymore. Misinterpreting her frown, he took his hand away and rolled over to get out of bed. Her hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks. “Why did you shut me out?”

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” he said sadly, sitting up. “I couldn’t stop thinking about things this morning. I know it had to have been pretty loud so I shut you out.”

She shook her head as she too sat up and faced him. “Well stop it. It’s actually kind of disorienting not to hear your thoughts when I wake up.”

He sniffed in disbelief. “Alright then.” He let his walls back down and their thoughts flooded each other once again. He saw snippets of her day yesterday, her uncertainty, anger, and most of all, her fear. She was terrified about tomorrow and he didn’t know any way to comfort her. He was frightened himself.

“Just…be with me,” she said softly, stroking his cheek.

He nodded and laid her back down, kissing her with as much passion as he could. This wasn’t about a frenzied connection or a fun romp in the sheets, this was about reassurance. This could very well be their last time together. With that last thought, he realized that he wouldn’t want to spend his last moments with anyone else but her.

She smiled brightly at him, having heard his thoughts. It was hard to process all of them but she knew one thing; they were in this together forever and she was perfectly fine with that. Was it just four months ago that they had tried to kill each other in Myrtle’s bathroom? Now she was contemplating the fact that she was irrevocably in love with her husband, the same boy from that horrible day.

“I’m not the same boy Hermione,” he whispered softly in her ear as he trailed kisses down her neck. “I’m not a sycophant anymore, spewing out pureblood supremacist shite that I was fed my whole life.” He nibbled on her ear. “I’m going to make something of myself Hermione.” He bit down softly just beside the scar on her collarbone. “I’m going to be a man you can be proud of.”

Silent tears fell from the corners of her eyes as he worshiped her body with his mouth and hands and proclaimed his intentions. She could feel the sincerity in every sentence he spoke. By the time he finally reached her aching breasts, she’d completely forgiven him for his mistake. As soon as she thought it, he increased his attention.

Draco was overjoyed when he felt her let go and forgive him. He couldn’t believe how different his life was just four short months ago. He was lost, scared, and most importantly alone. This beautiful little hellcat underneath him had turned his world upside down. He had a new father, a wife, and a small band of people he could trust. He’d even found a good friend in the fiery little Weaslette.

In fact, he’d gained everything and she’d had to give up so much. She’d sent her parents away for their own safety. She was lying to her friends. He practically held her life in his fingertips and yet she’d forgiven him for damn near killing her friend. This war would end if it was the last thing he ever did.

He swirled his tongue around her pebbled nipples and bit down lightly, causing her to gasp. His other hand rubbed soothing circles over her thigh, her hip, her side, her other breast, her neck. He kissed his way down her body, taking extra care to nip at the sensitive spots behind the backs of her knees and the insides of her ankles.

Hermione was in a state of bliss. He never rushed, alternating between butterfly kisses, long slow licks, and playful nips all over her over sensitized skin. She felt cherished and worshiped. She begged him to speed up but he refused to rush. When she’d become one frustrated bundle of nerves, he finally relented and slowly slid into her.

He set a languid pace, making sure that his hands ran over every inch of her body. His lips trailed down her neck to her pulse point, over her ear lobe, across her temple, her forehead, and her eyelids before he plundered her mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips. She realized that this wasn’t just sex, this was making love. It seemed to last forever and yet not long enough before she shattered in his arms. His release wasn’t but a few strokes away.

They laid there in comforting silence until Draco’s wand gave a harsh buzz signaling possibly the last full day of their lives. They rose from the bed slowly and dressed in silence. The walk down to the DADA classroom was quiet, filled with dread. How on earth were they going to be good enough to face Voldemort? They couldn’t just destroy him or they’d destroy a piece of Harry too and he could always come back.

They were permitted entrance into the classroom only to stop dead in their tracks at the sight that greeted them. Ginny was on her knees and trembling like a leaf in front of an enraged and pacing Snape. He slammed the door behind them and warded it heavily.

“Did it occur to you that walking down the hall in an embrace was a particularly risky move?” He yelled.

“I, we were paying attention,” Draco whispered bewilderedly. “We never heard a sound, never saw anything.”

“Well, you wouldn’t see someone under an invisibility cloak would you?” Snape sneered. “From now on, NO contact in the halls.”

“Who?” Hermione whispered.

“Just Potter this time. You two were lucky!

“Ginny?” Hermione squeaked.

“I begged him not to,” Ginny said sadly. “But he just wouldn’t listen so I went with him in case he overheard anything that would set him off.”

“How much did he hear?” Draco said, plopping down in a chair and bringing Hermione into his lap.

“Everything from the time you left the hospital to the time you reached the ROR.”

“And?” Hermione asked.

“He’s livid that you two are sleeping together. I told him you might not be at all because we sleep together and well, we haven’t done anything like that. I’m not sure he bought it though.”

“So you’re sleeping with Potter now?” Draco asked with a smirk.

“It’s not like that,” Ginny snapped. “When he’s touching me, he can sleep all the way through the night without nightmares.”

“It’s your magic,” Snape said softly. “It reaches out subconsciously and soothes you both. Arise my child and bow before me no more.”

Ginny shot him a grateful look before she shakily got off the floor and sat down in a nearby chair. “Yes well whatever happens, I’ve never seen him look so well rested before. He also heard about your rune collars.”

“What did he have to say to that?” Draco snorted.

“Well, I told him that was what happened when you were each bound. I left out the ‘to each other’ part. It won’t be long before he figures it out though. He’s either being incredibly dense or he’s in a state of denial.”

“I’d go with dense,” Draco drawled.

“Watch it Blondie,” Ginny snapped angrily. Draco held his hands up in a mock surrender.

“Enough!” Snape growled. “Miss Weasley, I regret to inform you that Draco, Melody, and I have been summoned to visit the Dark Lord this weekend. I’ve managed to get an exact time. We leave at ten tomorrow morning.”

“On no!” Ginny gasped. “Can they be separated yet?”

“That is why they ended up in the hospital wing last night. They can be separated over distances up to 400 kilometers but you saw the shape they were in. It is for that reason we’ve decided to keep them as close together as we can. When Draco, Melody, and I leave, Alex will floo with Hermione to Grimmauld place. We believe it to be close enough to the Dark Lord’s headquarters that they will be okay.”

“Why does You Know Who want to see Draco and Melody now?” Ginny asked quietly.

“Number one, Miss Parkinson has been so kind as to tell her father all about Melody and news has spread to the Dark Lord. He is intrigued. He wants to meet such a powerful blind witch. Number two, Draco has failed in his tasks. He will be punished and given a further incentive to do better next time.”

“He poisoned Ron,” Ginny squeaked.

“It was an accident,” Snape said quietly. “That bottle of mead was supposed to go directly to Professor Dumbledore, who knew of its existence and was going to dispose of it. Do not blame Draco.”

Ginny thought for a while and then shook her head sadly. “No, Slughorn should have given it to Dumbledore. I understand why you were so upset yesterday Mione. I’m sorry.”

Hermione shook her head. “It’s okay. Ron will be fine and we’ll get past it.”

“For what it’s worth Red,” Draco whispered softly. “I am sorry. I thought it was foolproof and that no one would get hurt. I won’t be trying anything else.”

Ginny nodded. “You’d better not because I can’t kill you but I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

Draco huffed a laugh. “Fair enough Red.”

“Alright, back to training. Melody says you two failed yesterday at both the last test with the dolls and in legilimency. Are you ready to tackle both?” Snape asked, walking over to grab the metal case containing the dolls. They nodded. “Very well. We’ll start with the dolls then. Miss Weasley, you may watch if you wish.”

Ginny stayed and looked on in amazement as Hermione and Draco went through several different exercises with the dolls that were designed to test their concentration. At one point, she danced with Draco while Snape twirled Hermione about the room. The dolls were under the opposite person’s control and never wavered once.

Snape dismissed Ginny for breakfast but refused to let the couple go. She waved sadly and closed the door behind her, only to walk straight into Harry under his invisibility cloak. “What are you doing here?”

“I’d ask you the same,” he said, whipping off his cloak.

“I was getting a few lessons in before breakfast.”

“For three hours?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Fine, I stayed to watch Hermione and Malfoy train. Happy?”

“What are they training for?” He asked incredulously.

“To save our arses, of course,” she said and stomped off down the hall, Harry trailing in her wake.

“You two will have a very loud physical and magical fight in my classroom this morning,” Snape drawled as soon as Ginny left. “It needs to be bad enough that you wind up missing for the rest of the day but not so bad that you are expelled.”

“Physical?” Draco asked a bit sick to his stomach.

“You need not go further than pushing if it displeases you. However, you need to make a note that if the Dark Lord orders you to abuse Melody tomorrow, you follow through with it no matter what.”

“Merlin I don’t want to,” Draco said softly.

“Nor do I. However, Melody is aware of what is going to happen to her. Pray that it works as well as it can.”

“She’s not back yet,” Hermione said, worry laced in her tone.

“It’s barely 2 a.m. in America. I imagine she’s just getting out of that place. She also mentioned that she would be receiving a tattoo this morning.”

“How long does a magical tattoo take?” Hermione asked curiously.

Snape raised a hand in a mock shrug. “It depends on the tattoo. Yours appeared instantaneously. Hers however, will need to be drawn on in magical ink and then spelled to sink into the skin. I’d imagine not longer than half an hour at the most. She should make it in time for class. I suggest you two shower in my chambers. We’ll eat in the office as usual.”

“Where’s Celeste?” Draco asked, looking around as they entered his chambers.

“She’s still asleep,” he explained with a smirk on his lips. Draco answered him in kind.

They made it to the classroom before anyone else arrived. Snape took his place behind his desk when a very tired looking rusty wolf came padding in and nuzzled his pants leg. “Go lie back down if you are still that exhausted you daft woman.”

The wolf stubbornly shook its head and resolutely sat in the corner. She wanted to make sure Melody came in alright. If she didn’t, she was going to port key to America and go looking for her. She watched anxiously as all the students started arriving. Potter had looked pretty livid as he came in. She cocked her head in contemplation. Class time started and Melody still hadn’t arrived. She’d give her a few minutes and no more.

Snape stood and stalked around his desk. “Everyone pass your assignments on the hurling hex and its uses to the front. Let us all hope that they are better than the pathetic drivel that you turned in last time.” The class passed their homework forward and Snape placed them on his desk.

The door opened slowly, admitting a cloaked figure. Strawberry blonde hair was sticking out of the cloak. The wolf in the corner relaxed, glad that Melody had at least arrived in one piece. Snape merely crossed his arms and watched as the figure limped inside, feeling ahead with her white cane and closed the door.

Melody took off her cloak slowly. She was a bit sorer than she’d thought, especially after having to walk through the entire castle. Tiny gasps echoed throughout the classroom when they got a good look at their professor. She had her ever present sunglasses on but they couldn’t hide the huge purpling bruise on the right side of her face.

“Is there something you’d like share with the class, Professor?” Snape drawled casually but his eyes belayed any thoughts of his lack of concern.

“Actually, yes there is,” Melody said in a clear voice that conflicted with her tired form. “Werewolves hit a lot harder than you expect they would. Never piss one off unless you have a good silver knife on you. Also, falling down a flight of stairs is not exactly a pleasant way to spend the morning.”

Snape sighed and scooped her up, placing her on the desk to take a closer look. “Any injuries?”

“Other than the new shade of skin I’ve acquired?” Melody sneered. “I think I just twisted a knee.”

Snape nodded and ran his wand over the affected limb. She sighed softly in relief. Then he slid her glasses down her nose and couldn’t hold back his sharp inhalation. Her eyes were now totally white. The right eye was bloodshot, having sustained damage from the blow. He shook his head and summoned a jar of bruise paste. “Tend to yourself Professor,” he growled as he turned back around and started his lecture.

“Now,” he said, having finished his lecture on the proper way to bind an opponent. “We have a few minutes before the end of class. Let’s have a pair come to the front to demonstrate. Malfoy, Granger, up to the front.”

They took their stances and nodded, signaling not only their readiness, but their understanding of what else they were supposed to do. Snape gave the three count and they dueled for a few minutes using only binding hexes and shield charms. Suddenly, Draco flicked his wand several times in succession and succeeded in binding Hermione with ropes in a rather compromising position on the floor in front of him.

He smirked at her. “Well, well Granger. It looks like you’ve finally learned your proper place, at my feet.” That comment earned a round of snickers from the Slytherins.

She growled, throwing a finite with her bound hands. The ropes fell away and she came up with a hard slap to his face. At least it looked hard. She’d pulled it at the last second and he turned into it as well, making it look much worse. His face twisted up in rage as he pushed her back roughly and drew his wand.

“ENOUGH!” Snape roared. “Class dismissed. You two will come with me to the headmaster’s office to settle this!”

The class filed out in a hurry, keeping a wary eye on the two livid teenagers at the front. Only Harry dared to hang back but Snape shot him a look of disapproval and shook his head. Angry, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

“That was rather smart,” Melody said softly.

“Cut the crap,” Snape said, imitating her perfectly. “What happened?”

“Well, I got the tattoo!” She said, holding her hair back on the left side of her head and pointed to the space behind her ear. The tiny black mamba was coiled into the shape of an S. It flicked its little tongue and turned its head towards them.

“And?” Snape drawled, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at her.

“I won’t be going back?” She offered in a small voice as she threw the clip on the desk. Snape never moved so she sighed heavily. “Werewolves really do hit harder than you’d expect them to. Lupin’s sire was there.”

“Fenrir Greyback,” Snape growled out.

“That’s the one,” she whispered. “He wasn’t entirely pleased with my performance so he broke the glass and backhanded me. They threw him out. Afterwards, they gave me the day’s pay and tossed me out on my ass.”

“Was it worth it?” Snape sneered.

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “I learned everything about the werewolf movement and their plans for the vampires. The others they were talking about are the trolls, the last population of them that lives in the Colorado mountains. Hopefully that will fall through. I heard about one more thing.”

“What is it?” Celeste asked, startling everyone as she came up behind them.

Melody smiled at her softly. “Moldy Shorts believes I am the twin from the story and that my blind act is just that, an act.”

“Shit,” Celeste breathed out. “Now what?”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m completely blind then, isn’t it?” Melody asked sadly.

“What?” Snape’s voice wavered.

“You heard me,” she said sadly. “I was fine until that werewolf cleaned my clock. I was just lucky that the boss was too pissed about his glass to let him finish me off. I’m not sure if it’s permanent or not.”

“Have you been to see Alex?” Celeste asked worriedly.

Melody huffed. “I haven’t slept in two days because I’ve been working with Draco and Hermione and trying to keep up with my jobs back home. I came straight here from the tattoo parlor. I didn’t have time to see him.”

“Well, I’m calling him and Philippe both. I’m sure between the two of them, they can tell if the damage is permanent or not,” she said, digging around in Melody’s cloak until she found the compact mirror.

“Why don’t you rest a bit?” Snape said softly.

“Because Alex yelled at me enough after my previous concussions that sleeping was bad. So, I’ll just wait, thanks.”

“They’re on their way,” Celeste said, snapping the mirror shut.

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“Well,” Philippe said, drawing a deep shuddering breath. “I don’t think it’s permanent.”

“Thank Merlin,” Melody breathed out.

She was extremely put out that they’d made her go to the hospital wing to get checked out. Alex had insisted though and even threatened to bind her and drag her there if she didn’t go on her own free will. They’d said that it would be much easier to heal her if they had everything they needed, and not just the potions in Severus’s desk or office.

“It will require one hell of a potions regimen and some extreme spell work though if you want it back before tomorrow,” Philippe continued.

“Well shit,” Melody griped, crossing her arms. “The whole reason I agreed to go was to get a good look at everyone. Can you at least restore one part?”

“That’s the thing,” Alex said, sitting next to her on the bed. “You’re eyes aren’t exactly normal as you know. The optic nerve has been knocked loose, which we can repair. The thing is, we don’t know if that will restore all of it or not. There is one other thing we could try but it will have to wait until you come back.”

“You want to bite me again.” She grimaced.

“It worked exceptionally well last time,” Alex whispered.

“If you don’t count the whole burning in agony thing,” she said, nudging his shoulder. “Well, let’s do what we can in the time we have.”

“It’s a complicated mix,” Philippe said. “I don’t think I have the power for the spells because it’s normally tackled with a team and I’ll need Severus’s expertise for the potions.”

“Hey golden couple, can you help Philippe out with the spells?” Melody asked. “I’d have Alex do it, but I don’t think I’m stable enough to help him out.”

“If he’ll teach me, I’ll cast them,” Draco said softly. He and Hermione had followed them to the hospital wing on Melody’s insistence. She wasn’t about to let them off the hook.

“Terrific. Alex, can you fetch Severus or tell him what you need?” She asked.

“Of course, my queen,” he drawled smugly.

“Ugh, spare me Béla. Just get him brewing. Can I take a nap while everyone is doing this? I’m exhausted.”

“Sure sweetheart. I’ll come and wake you up in a few hours. You shouldn’t sleep more than that at a time,” Alex said softly as he kissed her brow. He got up and practically disappeared he moved so fast.

Melody napped while Philippe taught Draco the necessary spells. He would be using his wand because it required absolute precision. Hermione paid particularly close attention as well, anxious to do this right. Alex came back and informed them that Severus would have the potions done by lunch.

Two hours later, Alex woke Melody up. “Ugh, five more minutes.”

“Sorry Charlie, no can do,” Alex said affectionately. “We have to make sure you’re sane.”

“The answer is no,” she groaned, sitting up. “Where’s the couple?”

“Asleep in the next bed. They’re exhausted too. And before you ask, your sister showed up, tutted, and took her husband home. He’ll be back at lunch. It’s still awfully early in America.”

“Anything else I should know?” She asked, sitting up with a wince.

“Weasley is still unconscious and you look absolutely gorgeous when you sleep, even with a puffy eye and jaw.”

“Of course I do. That’s the only time my mouth is shut, right?” She teased.

Alex smiled. “Should I wake them up and let you get started or do you need your eyes first.”

Melody scoffed. “I don’t need to see to perform a mindfuck.”

“Sounds kinky,” Alex kidded and went to wake the couple up. “Rise and shine sleepyheads.”

“I don’t shine before noon,” Hermione growled.

“Well, then rise and un-shine because Melody wants to torture you some more,” Alex chuckled.

“Great, just what I always wanted,” Draco said, hopping out of bed and helping Hermione up.

“I’m glad you feel that way little dragon,” Melody purred. “I’m looking forward to violating your mind.”

“Don’t you need to see for that?”

“Nope. I just need a physical connection,” Melody said happily. “And some coffee if I’m going to stay awake. Alex?”

“Ask no more,” Alex said and conjured a cup of coffee for his wife.

Melody took a sip and sighed. “Mmm. Much better. Draco, we’re only going to do this one way for now since we haven’t got much time. The trick is to let me in but not let me find anything. I’ll tell you right now, with physical contact it’s much harder to block and a lot more painful. I’m sorry but we can’t do this any other way.”

“Let’s just get to it,” Draco sighed. “Where do you want us?”

“Well, you come and sit in bed with me so I can reach your temple. Hermione, you’ll start in the next bed. We’ll move you further and further away until you can do this at a distance. Right now, I want to coach you both. Shall we?” She asked, pointing to the spot in front of her in bed.

Draco sighed and plopped down, careful not to sit on her. Hermione sat down in the next bed and watched as Melody held her hand out and felt his face for a few moments before she placed her fingers on his right temple.

“Now, you’ll feel a lot more pressure than normal. Also, doing it this way, I can communicate with you outside your mind as well. On three. One. Two. Three.”

Draco winced at the sudden intense pressure placed on his temple and then he felt her in his mind, poking around. He made sure all his walls were erected and his ‘safe’ thoughts were stored behind easy to open doors. He could feel Hermione hiding behind the furthest door, trying to stay hidden and still.

“You have a very organized mind,” Melody commented after a few minutes. “If I open these doors, are they going to be incriminating?”

“No. They’ll be safe things.”

“Good. Let’s see then.” She proceeded to open a few. Behind the first one was an old memory of him and Pansy together. She couldn’t see the expression on his face which made her believe that he hated this memory so much he didn’t even want to be a part of it. The next one was a scene of him researching the dark spells needed to fix the cabinet. Another one showed him in the process of fixing the cabinet.

She spent a great deal of time wandering around, opening various doors. There was him joking with his housemates, him casting an imperious curse on Madam Rosmerta so she’d deliver a necklace for him, and him planting the poison in Slughorn’s office. Those would certainly please the Dark Lord. She shuddered at the thought but she had to start thinking of him that way. It wouldn’t do to make fun of his name to his face.

A door at the end of the hallway caught her attention. It was shrouded in mist but it had a light glow around it. Sighing, she tried to open the door and found it locked so tight it forced her back a bit. “While I’m glad that you’ve managed to close the door so completely,” she breathed. “It makes it very tempting to try and open it. Can you change it from a door to a wall?”

“No!” Draco said in frustration after a few minutes of trying.

“Hermione, help him. Work together. It’s got to look like a solid wall or we’re in trouble. You also don’t want to push back, just stop my attack.”

She waited, hovering in his mind for what felt like forever. It was harder to work with her in there, she knew, but they needed the challenge for them to realize just how hard this was going to be. Finally, the door morphed into the wall and the light went out.

“Finally!” She said and pushed up against the wall, finding it solid but not rebounding. “You’ve done it. Let’s take a break!” She gently backed out of Draco’s mind and groaned at the blooming headache she got.

“How long were you in there?” Draco moaned, holding his head.

“Half an hour,” Alex said softly, handing him a handkerchief. “Your nose is bleeding from the strain. Melody, Hermione, yours are too.” He handed the girls some handkerchiefs as well. “I suggest you wait until your eyesight is returned to try that again. It’s too much of a strain without it.”

“I agree,” Melody said softly. “Can I take another nap? It’s not lunch yet.”

“Yes. I suggest you two take one as well. That was one hell of a mental workout. You’ve both got to be exhausted,” Alex said softly. “I’ll keep watch.”

They’d only been asleep for about half an hour before Alex jerked Hermione out of bed and placed her on a cot a few spaces down. “You’re friends are coming,” he hissed into her ear and then flashed back to Melody.

Harry, Ginny, and Lavender came trotting through the door, only to stop dead at the sight of Alex leaning over Melody’s bed. Lavender squeaked and backed into Harry, causing him to stumble and fall backwards.

“Oh come now Miss Brown, I’m not that frightening am I?” Alex purred. Lavender screamed and ran out of the room. “Effective.”

“I’ll say,” Ginny said, helping Harry off the floor. “Feel free to do that anytime.”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “Now, is there a reason you’re here? Mr. Weasley is still unconscious, although he’s about ready to wake up.”

“How can you tell?” Harry asked, intrigued.

“I can smell it.”

“Convenient,” Harry gulped and then looked around, noticing Hermione and Malfoy were asleep with blood stained handkerchiefs. “What happened?”

“Intense legilimency. Too much force or prolonged exposure can cause nose bleeds and even brain aneurisms. It’s not something that should be played with lightly.”

“Why did they have to do that?” Harry asked in astonishment.

“They have their reasons Mr. Potter,” Alex drawled. “Don’t worry, Melody was extremely careful.”

“How is she?” Ginny asked softly, walking over to the bed.

Alex smiled sadly. “If I were to wake her up, she’d show you just how far her vulgar vocabulary has expanded. She’ll be fine but she’ll have an intense recovery.”

“She didn’t look that bad earlier,” Harry said, studying the professor lying peacefully in the bed.

“That werewolf knocked her around so hard she lost her sight. She can’t see anything at all…and I do mean anything.”

Ginny gasped and shook her head. “That’s horrible!”

“It is, but we think we can repair it. It’s going to take some major power though,” Alex said, glancing at Draco who’d opened his eyes and was looking over at them serenely.

“Malfoy’s going to fix her,” Harry said incredulously.

“They both are,” Alex clarified and looked over at Hermione who was now waking up fully. “Philippe will be guiding them and I’ll be administering the potions with Severus.”

Ginny’s eyes were wide. She really wanted to see them do this, see how it worked between just the two of them. Alex smiled at her expression. “I take it you’d like to be present Miss Weasley?”

“Oh yes. I want to see how it’s done.”

“How what’s done?” Harry asked in confusion.

“They’re going to combine their power to cast the spells, kind of like how we healed Mione,” she said and then slapped her mouth over her hands.

“WE?” Harry growled. “So you helped then.”

Ginny nodded warily. “That’s my copper color in her scar. Oh Harry, I can’t imagine how powerful they’ll be now that they’re not… um… unstable.”

Harry quirked an eyebrow and then narrowed his eyes at Malfoy. “I want to see this too.”

Alex shrugged. “Just stay out of the way or you’re liable to catch a stray hex from Harmony. She’s a bit overprotective of her sister.”

“Yet she trusts Malfoy,” Harry snorted.

“Why shouldn’t she?” Alex asked softly.

“He humiliated Mione this morning and then pushed her!” Harry yelled.

“Yes,” Melody growled, aggravated at having been woken up. “Potter, did it ever occur to you that it was an act?” She sat up and grabbed her head in pain.

“Easy sweetheart, your head is still going to ache,” Alex said softly, rubbing her shoulders.

“Thanks for the reminder doc. Now Potter, didn’t I tell you that I knew who to trust?”

“Yes but, well, you’re blind now. How do you know he hasn’t change?”

“I might be blind right now Potter, but my sister is still very much able to see. How much time do we have left?”

“None,” Alex said as Severus came stalking through the door. Celeste padded in behind him in her wolf form followed by Philippe and Harmony.

“Ready to see again sis?” Philippe asked her.

“Good God in heaven yes,” Melody growled. “What do we have to do?”

“Well, first you have to hug me you crazy bitch!” Harmony snapped as she walked over to Melody.

“Oh how I’ve missed you ya harpy,” Melody replied.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” Harmony whispered in her ear.

“I wish I could say I won’t,” Melody half laughed. “Let’s get this show on the road then. Hermione, Draco, are you ready?”

Hermione walked over, clutching her head in pain. “Can I have a headache potion first?”

“Absolutely not. You want to be lucid for this,” Alex snorted.

“Why don’t you use the spell?” Snape drawled as he opened the bag he was carrying and set out about fifteen different potions in a precise order on one side of the bed. He walked over to the other side and set out about ten more.

Draco shrugged and sat up on the bed. He too clutched his head in pain. “Not a bad idea,” he whispered. Hermione sat next to him. They touched foreheads and recited the now familiar pain spell for headaches they’d practically lived on for a few months. When the light faded, they remained in place.

Snape cleared his throat and looked pointedly over to Potter, who was clenching his fists in anger. “Better?”

They pulled back and tilted their heads back and forth to test it out. “Much,” Hermione said softly.

“Good. Philippe, we’re ready,” Snape said, pointing Alex to one side of Melody’s bed. He took the other.

“Alright then. Do you remember the wand movements and the spells?” Philippe asked Draco who nodded and swished his wand again to show him. “Perfect. Now Miss Weasley, Potter, you stand at least two beds down so you don’t get caught in the backlog of magic. Melody, you need anything before we get started?”

“Yeah, just let me pee and I’ll be good,” She growled and got up out of bed unsteadily. Harmony led her to the loo.

“Potter, if you or Weasley so much as breathe wrong, you could ruin the balance we’ve got,” Snape growled. “Celeste, guard them.” The rusty colored wolf nodded and jumped on the bed in front of them, baring her teeth. Snape smirked. “She might be a witch Mr. Potter, but she wouldn’t hesitate to sink her teeth into you.”

Harry blinked at the snarling wolf and nodded. “She is wearing a collar,” he whispered and then looked back up, wide eyed at what he’d just admitted.

“So observant Potter,” Snape spat. “I suggest that the next time you go snooping, you keep your findings to yourself.”

“Yes sir,” he breathed. The look on Snape’s face did not bode well at all. Harry wasn’t scared of the greasy git, but that look spoke of several very painful hexes coming his way.

Melody made it back in and sat down on the bed. “How bad is it going to hurt this time?”

“Not as bad as the cruciatis but I wouldn’t wish it on my mother,” Draco popped off. Hermione cringed knowing that he’d been through this before.

“Well said,” Melody nodded and lay down. Alex had transfigured the bed for her to sit at a 45 degree angle so she could lounge and still swallow all the potions.

“Alright, Draco, Hermione, take your stances,” Philippe said softly.

Draco stood up tall, his legs apart, one slightly in front of the other, his body shifted to the side so he could point his wand without obstruction. Hermione came up on his right and slid under his arm, cuddling up as close to him as she could as well as providing a brace for him to lean against. They both mentally sighed. They always felt calmer when they were touching.

“What the hell kind of stance is that?” Harry growled.

“The proper one!” Snape snapped. “No more comments until we’re finished.”

“They aren’t balanced,” Melody growled.

“You can see it?” Draco asked in astonishment.

“No. I can feel it. After seeing it for so long, I’m more in tune with shifts. I can actually feel the imbalances.”

“So what do we do?” He asked helplessly.

Melody smirked wickedly. “What do you think you should do to achieve balance?”

“Fuck,” Draco growled. “Really?”

“Yes really. I’d rather not have my eyes botched because you’re a damned prude if you don’t mind.”

Draco gave a resigned sigh. “I’m not a prude.” He turned to Hermione. “Give us a kiss Granger.”

Hermione groaned and looked over at Harry who was now being restrained by Harmony and Celeste who had transformed back into herself. Ginny was standing to the side, one eye on Harry and one on her with a knowing smile on her face. There was no way around it. She stood up on her tip toes and tilted her head so he didn’t have to relax his stance too much to reach her.

What started out as a chase kiss soon turned into something more. There was a hint of urgency, the need to connect deeper, to crawl inside one another that they hadn’t experienced since their wedding night. It was hard to fight and they whimpered from the strain of holding back.

“Oh for fucks sakes, just bite,” Alex snarled.

They complied, willing their fangs out and nipping each other’s lips quickly. Blood trickled into their mouths, the taste a mixture of salty copper and their favorite treats. A soft white glow enveloped them and the calm they’d only ever known in the throes of passion fell over them. They separated with a relieved sigh.

“Keep that in mind for the future,” Snape drawled.

“Why did it take that?” Hermione panted.

“Mental fatigue,” Melody said softly. “Remember, you slammed that wall down tight and it used to be a door. You’re going to have to learn how to switch it back and forth. Do you feel better now? Calmer?”

“I don’t normally feel quite this calm unless…” Draco let the last word die off. He knew everyone but Potter understood what he meant. He glanced over to see disbelief in the eyes of the latter. It took a large amount of discipline to keep from smirking.

“That’s a plus then. Are you ready?” Melody asked softly, smothering a smirk of her own. They nodded. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Philippe, care to start us off?”

“Alright,” Philippe agreed. “Draco, Hermione, summon as much as you can. Bring it to the fore until you almost can’t hold it anymore and then cast as hard as you can. The first spell’s intensity is the most important. I’ll control the diagram of her eyes so we can see where we’re at.” He cast a spell that made an image of Melody’s eyes float a few feet above her head. It looked like the nerves and muscles had been stretched, snapped, and then forced back together at an alarmingly high rate. He nodded to the couple.

Draco looked down at Hermione and together they took a deep breath, concentrating on summoning their energy forth. They could feel the magic building, coursing through their veins, crackling and licking at their fingertips to escape. Still, they let it grow, feeling that they were still in control. Vibrations wracked their body and they started glowing.

Harry gasped loudly when he saw their eyes start glowing brightly. He had three hands suddenly slapped over his mouth to prevent him from ruining their concentration. Their hair was waving as if they were in a breeze. Suddenly, they both floated off the floor about an inch or so.

“Now!” Philippe yelled and Draco raised his wand and yelled the first spell with such force that it drove Melody back into the pillows. He and Hermione slammed back down to the ground but he never missed a beat. Long streams of spells rolled off his tongue and the air was a rainbow of colors. He paused a moment, frozen.

Alex and Severus started pouring several potions down a shaking Melody. They murmured encouraging words in her ear, massaging her throat to help the apparently bitter tasting ones down. After about three or four potions, they nodded and Draco started casting again. His and Hermione’s eyes were still glowing brilliantly, their hair still whipping in a non-existent wind as the energy flowed through them.

They continued this pattern for what seemed like hours. Harry realized that lunch was over and started worrying about people coming in to visit Ron. He’d inadvertently skipped his last class, eager to see this and Ginny had a free period but now everyone would be free to come and go. Harry couldn’t decide if he was in awe or complete terrified of the display before him.

Not even Dumbledore, who had fought Riddle so fiercely in the Ministry of Magic, had come close to this level of power. More amazing yet, they weren’t even looking fatigued. Even Philippe, who was only holding the monitoring spell for Melody’s eyes, looked exhausted. He was glad he was able to witness this healing. It finally dawned on him just why they couldn’t tell him this at first. How horrible would it be if Voldemort were to get his hands on them?

He looked on as Malfoy cast spell after spell, never missing a beat. How had he remembered all of them? Why was he doing the casting and not Mione? She seemed to be concentrating very hard on Melody but the look in her glowing eyes told Harry that she wasn’t seeing her. He went over everything he’d been told about Malfoy the past few months.

He was a pure wizard and not just in blood. That meant that he couldn’t survive without his magical match, Mione. They’d been bound to keep them from self-destructing until they reached majority. But that wasn’t right, was it? Mione was already seventeen; her powers would have come in fully by now. They’d need to be bound…together. Suddenly everything clicked into place in a horrifyingly clear picture.

They were bound together. The collars, their mysterious illnesses, that night in the Great Hall when Malfoy asked her if she was scared, the blood; their cores were destroying themselves, just like Melody said hers had done. Only, they didn’t switch a piece of their cores out. They just bound themselves together. Other things started flooding his mind, anomalies from the past few months.

Malfoy hadn’t showed up on the map all Christmas long even though he knew he was staying. Hermione had shown up at the Burrow with Melody and Snape and…Sam. Sam had tattooed arms. Was he really Malfoy? Were they glamours to hide the dark mark that he suspected Malfoy had? Hermione had almost burst into tears when he’d asked her if she’d seen Malfoy’s arm. Sam was a completely different person though, subdued, polite, affectionate to Hermione. He’d said he loved her and she’d reciprocated.

Harry felt like he was going to be sick. Malfoy had shown up that night in the girl’s dorm because he was there with Mione. How had he gotten in? Mione had said that Sam had given her Roman, the cute little green hummingbird with silver eyes. Silver eyes just like Malfoy’s. He’d only seen him turn into a dragon but Malfoy was pure, more power more forms. His other form was a hummingbird.

Snape trusted Malfoy to be in the room while he and Ginny were training. It wasn’t because he’d mastered the things he was trying to learn, well he probably had. It was because Malfoy was in this just as deep as Harry was. A million other details came trickling in then. Their over the top duels, Mione stealing his map, their little doll stunt, showing up to class wringing wet together, it all fit.

Harry watched in sick fascination as Draco cast the last spell. His eyes had stopped glowing but he looked just as strong as he did when he’d started. He and Mione had kissed before they started; bit each other hard enough to draw blood. The blood strengthened their bond. One last thought flittered through his mind before he passed out cold on the floor from shock. If Malfoy and Mione were bonded, would he be on her side or would he drag her to go see Voldemort?

“Severus,” Harmony called softly as she helped Celeste pick Harry up off the floor and put him on a cot.

“What in Merlin’s name happened?” Snape snapped as he dabbed Melody’s eyes with something that looked similar to muggle Vaseline.

“He’s figured everything out. It was too much of a shock for him,” Harmony answered, her hand on his cheek as she read him.

“Everything?” Snape drawled.

“Well, his last thought was that he didn’t know if Draco was on his side or if he’d drag Herimone to the Dark Lord,” she said quietly.

“Not bloody likely,” Draco frowned. “I won’t let him within a hundred kilometers of her if I can help it.”

“Yes but he doesn’t know that, does he?” Ginny asked quietly. She sat down beside Harry and played with his fringe a bit. “He’s not really even sure which side Professor Snape is on. Although, he does trust Melody to a certain degree because Dumbledore appointed her.”

“Yes,” Draco said snidely. “Because that old man has no faults at all.” He huffed in annoyance and kissed Hermione softly on the cheek. She was still holding on to him.

“Is he going to be okay?” Hermione asked worriedly.

“He’ll be just fine, well, physically,” Harmony said, biting her lip.

“Are we finished now? Can we sit down for a bit?” Draco asked, suddenly tired.

“Of course,” Philippe said softly, motioning for them to sit down on the next cot. He was busy looking over the replica of Melody’s eyes. “Everything looks to be picture perfect. As soon as that last salve soaks in, we’ll be able to see if it worked.”

“Merlin will I be glad when this is over,” Melody wheezed, out of breath from the pain. She’d taken the healing well, only gasping and whimpering, never screaming out.

“Me too,” Alex said softly, stroking her hair out of her face. Severus had wrapped several layers of gauze around her head to help the salve soak in.

A heavy knocking at the door shook them out of their reverie. “Hello?” The voice of Mrs. Weasley carried through the room. “Hello? Is anyone there? Why is this door locked and warded so heavily?”

“You warded the door?” Ginny asked with a smirk.

“Well we weren’t about to let just anyone waltz in here in the middle of a display like that. Even Poppy agreed to stay put in her office,” Harmony supplied. “But now I suppose we should make ourselves scarce?”

“How do you propose we do that?” Snape growled.

Harmony huffed. “Melody never goes anywhere without her red wolf. You’re supposed to be her lover. Alex is a doctor. Philippe is a healer. I’m her damned sister. Ginny needs to visit her brother. Hummingbirds are exceedingly tiny and Harry has just had the shock of his life so we need to stuff him behind a curtain somewhere and let that woman in before she breaks down the door!”

“Calm down harpy,” Snape said in amusement. “Let’s get to it then.”

Ginny scuttled over to Ron who was still out cold. Alex carried Harry over to a cot at the back of the wing and surrounded it with curtains. Hermione and Draco transformed into hummingbirds and Melody lifted the sheet on the bed so they could nestle into the folds and be hidden but still see out. Philippe and Alex then sat in chairs at the foot of Melody’s bed and Severus sat beside her on the bed. He levitated all the potion bottles to his side of the bed so there would be an explanation for his presence.

Nodding, Harmony took down the wards on Poppy’s office and the outer doors and then unlocked them. “I’m terribly sorry,” she said politely when she opened the door. “I’m afraid the doors had to be sealed for my little sister’s healing. They couldn’t be interrupted.”

“Oh, I…understand,” Molly said confused. “Is she alright?”

“My sister is perfectly fine Mrs. Weasley,” Harmony said, smiling brightly.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” Molly asked, a concerned look on her face.

“Oh no,” Harmony extended her hand. “I’m Harmony Bach, Melody’s sister. It was the hair you see; she’s told me all about your family. I’m dreadfully sorry about your son but I was told he’ll be right as rain in a week.”

“Oh, nice to meet you!” Molly said, her eyes lighting up in surprise. “Please, call me Molly. Is Melody okay?”

“I’m afraid she had a slight altercation with an unsavory person this morning but luckily we know a few healers who set her to rights again,” Harmony said, coming to sit down on the cot next to Melody.

“Melody!” Molly said brightly. “Are you feeling well dear?”

“Never better Mrs. Weasley,” Melody said, her voice a bit too bright, betraying her extreme fatigue.

“Call me Molly dear. Severus?” Molly asked.

“Hello Molly. I was just assisting Melody’s healers in administering her potions,” he drawled, pointing to the 25 bottles lined up on the table.

Molly gasped. “My goodness! What happened?”

“Well Molly,” Melody said softly. “I’m afraid I angered a werewolf this morning. I might be blind but I’d at least like to have eyeballs still in my sockets so my doctors and Severus were kind enough to put them back in for me.”

Molly turned green for a moment, earning a wry chuckle from Severus. “Your doctors?”

“Well actually, Alex is both a doctor and a healer,” she said, pointing to Alex. He rose and bowed to Molly, taking her hand in a gentile gesture. “Molly, Alexander Lee. Alex, this is Molly Weasley, Ron’s mother.”

“Lovely to meet you ma’am,” he drawled. His voice was like liquid silk.

Molly paled a bit when she realized how cold he was. “You’re a vampire?”

“Yes ma’am. Don’t worry though, I’ve been house trained,” he said softly and she nodded, taking a wary step back as he sat back down.

“Don’t worry Molly, he wouldn’t harm a fly,” Melody said happily.

Philippe snorted. “Only because they taste terrible.” He stood up and shook Molly’s hand. “Philippe Belrose, lovely to meet you Mrs. Weasley.”

“Oh, you’re human,” Molly sighed and then blushed when she realized what she’d said.

Philippe chuckled. “Yes ma’am, entirely human. Although, I have to say that my partner is exceptionally well behaved and an extremely good healer.”

“Of course,” Molly said breathlessly. “It’s just a shock.”

“I understand,” Alex said softly. “There aren’t too many of us vampires going around patching people up these days. I was lovely to meet you but don’t let us keep you from your son. I believe your daughter is with him now.”

“Oh yes, of course,” Molly stammered. “It was wonderful to meet you all,” she said softly and walked across the room to Ron’s bed.

Two tiny muffled twitters sounded out from under the covers. Melody snickered and pulled the sheet back to reveal to tiny birds shaking in mirth. A groan came from across the room and Alex sighed. “Time to face the music, I’d imagine.” He flashed across the room to keep Harry quiet until Molly could leave. The portly woman let out a terrified squeak as he flew by.

“Well, that’s one thing about them. Vampires are anything but slow,” Melody joked and was met with laughter.

AN: Hello again everyone! I wanted to get this chapter up yesterday but my thesis is kicking my butt! So...WHEW *wipes brow* I'm glad I didn't lose anyone. Thanks for checking in guys. I get nervous on the particularly difficult to write chapters. Now then, Harry's figured it out. Yay? And what was that HG4EVA, you wanted them to kiss in front of Harry? Done! Happy early Valentines Day! Actually, believe it or not, I already had that part written before you made a comment on it. I have ESPN! (lol) Now I realize the story has slowed down and it will for the next few chapters but there's a ton of stuff to get through before we meet old Moldy Shorts. Just hang in there and it'll pick back up soon. Promise!

As always guys, thank you soooo much for your reviews. I realize you get busy (or your internet breaks.. I hate it when that happens) but it makes my day to hear from you. Keep letting me know how I'm doing and if you find any errors. I went back and corrected a few chapters because my brain died and I spelled Blaise wrong. Sorry about that! Until next time... Love you guys!
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