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...And the 7th Year Student	By : Carfunky Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Matt arrived back in the common room at nearly half past midnight, having completed yet another late-night detention with Hagrid. He looked exhausted as he dragged himself through the portrait hole. Hermione looked up from the couch nearest the fireplace and frowned. Her boyfriend looked like he had just fought a Snargaluff plant and lost. Hermione said as much as she put her book down and patted the cushion beside her.
“You should see the other guy.” Matt feebly joked as he collapsed on the sofa, leaning back and spreading his arms out.
“You can’t keep this up, you simply can’t!” Hermione said as she turned in her spot to face him better.
“I know…” Matt said. It seemed he was realizing his own limitations were being reached.
“Harry will come through.” Hermione said and placed a hand on his thigh and rubbed it to reassure him. Matt gave her a weak smile and slowly sat upright on the cushion. He leaned over and gently kissed her. Hermione smiled and returned the affection.
“I suppose I’ve got to give him some time. It’s what, Thursday right?” Matt replied finally.
“No, Tuesday.” Hermione corrected. Matt groaned.
“I’ve about got Hagrid’s schedule for when he goes into the Dark Forest memorized. Every Tuesday, Saturday, and every other Thursday.” He explained.
“I don’t think even Harry, or his parents had this many…” Hermione lamented.
“I thought Hagrid mentioned something to that effect. He said he’s handled a lot of detentions and even, in certain cases, asked what it was about. I volunteered the information.” Matt admitted.
“What did Hagrid say?” Hermione asked.
“He said it was ridiculous that Sharp was singling me out. And that half the students who’ve ever gone to Hogwarts would never have graduated if all the teachers were as hard on them in their final year as he is being on me.” Matt replied, his voice strained.
“That sounds like Hagrid.” Hermione said.
“Well, it was more like...” Matt cleared his throat “Half ‘o the ruddy students who’ve ever gone ter Hogwarts wouldna graduated, things was this bad!” he quoted the half giant in a shockingly decent imitation. Hermione burst out laughing at his attempt to sound like Hagrid.
“You do sound like him!” she said between giggles.
“I better get to bed.” Matt said tiredly and stood up from the couch. Hermione’s hand shot out and grabbed Matt’s.
“Oh, Matt, let’s sleep here tonight. Together?” she asked, almost timidly. The couple had not been spending many nights or even time at all together recently. Sharp’s detentions kept Matt continually out. He paused and nodded.
“Yeah, you know, I think I’d like that.” He said and sat back down on the couch. Hermione pulled a set of blankets out from beside the couch. “You were planning this, weren’t you?” he asked amusedly.
“Best be prepared!” Hermione responded, matter-of-factly. She looked at Matt with a mischievous smile and floated a blanket up so no one would see them for a moment. She lifted her shirt up over her head and reached around to unclasp her bra as Matt slipped out of his robes and shirt himself. He blushed at seeing his girlfriend topless. The sight never got old for him. Hermione quickly wriggled out of the rest of her clothes as Matt followed suit, the blanket lowering over them.
Matt lay on his side, Hermione tucked in front of him, allowing his arms to wrap around her, spooning her. She blushed in the firelight, feeling his body pressing on hers, but the sensation was familiar and missed. A storm was rolling in, Hermione tensed a little, but Matt ran his hand along her side and cooed in her ear.
“I’m here, nothing is gonna happen…” he said softly. Hermione nodded and settled against him as his breathing slowed and became rhythmic. Hermione herself felt her own body relax and lull into a deep sleep as the storm rolled in.

Hermione jolted awake after some time; she was not sure how long she had been asleep for it. It felt like it had not been long. Lightning flashed in the windows, and she slowly slipped off the couch. Matt was gone, the fire had gone out and there were no candles lit anywhere. Hermione slowly crept along feeling for her wand in the darkness. She could not find it or her clothes anywhere. Where had they gone? Carefully, she made her way through the common room and out into the hallway. The corridor was also completely dark. No candles anywhere. Lightning flashes were the only thing that lit her way.
Why had Matt gotten up and left her alone? He said he would be there, and nothing would happen. Her heart raced. What if Antonin Dolohov had gotten into the castle? Death Eaters had managed it before, and Matt would not back down from the fight if Dolohov showed up. He would avenge his school and fallen professors; she was sure of that. As she rounded a corner, at the end of the hallway lightning illuminated a figure.
Hermione squinted in the darkness at the person. It was clearly a woman, tall with wild black hair. Hermione’s breath caught in her chest, and she backed away. It could not be. The lightning flashed again, and thunder tore through the hallway as the woman cackled. Hermione could see the face, sunken cheeks, strong jawline, drooping heavily hooded eyes. Bellatrix Lestrange. It was impossible. She was dead for almost a year. Hermione saw her die in the Great Hall moments before Voldemort himself was killed by Harry.
“Well, well, well, look who it is. The Mudblood. What’s the matter? Missing your filthy half-breed boyfriend?” Bellatrix’s hand flashed, holding a knife shining with blood. Hermione wanted to respond, but her voice caught in her throat. Could they have misunderstood? Was it possible Molly Weasley’s spell did not kill her and after the battle, she had woken up to escape?
“Don’t worry you’ll be joining him.” Bellatrix said and her gaunt, skeletal-like form rushed forwards. Hermione was knocked to the floor of the corridor. Bellatrix was above her, pining her down, her left arm prone and Hermione glanced at it, the word ‘Mudblood’ still carved there and glaring angrily in the lightning flashes. She looked up into the face of her attacker. Bellatrix’s skin was a ghostly gray color, splotches, and spots dotted her cheeks and forehead. The skin was pulled taught against her skull; her teeth were more crooked, and a number were missing. She looked like death itself.
Hermione turned away from Bellatrix and her arm as lightning flashed again. She could see there was a shape in the corridor next to her. She focused on it as the lightning revealed it to be a body and Hermione recognized the brown hair and one brown eye staring at her, unseeing. She gasped. Matt, he lay there beside her, broken, charred, and lifeless.
“Ready to join your little boyfriend?” Bellatrix asked, cackling as her arm drew back, the knife blade glistening as the lightning and thunder rolled around her. Bellatrix drove the blade down and upwards, right between Hermione’s legs and she screamed.

The covers shifted as Hermione shot straight up on the couch, shaking with a scream. She shuddered as she looked around the common room and her breath came in quick, short gasps. Suddenly, there was a touch on her bare back and Hermione yelped and flinched.
“Easy, it’s ok. It’s just me.” Matt’s gentle voice came. “You’re ok, it was just a dream.” He said in a soothing tone.
“Oh Matt!” Hermione turned and threw herself into Matt’s arms. His own wrapped around her as she hid her face on his shoulder and started to sob uncontrollably. His hands moved over her back, and he rocked on the couch, back and forth to help calm her down.
“I’m here. You’re ok.” He reassured her between her sobs. Matt reached over and picked up his wand, he silently cast a spell, and the couch grew much deeper. This way they would be able to sit up right, and Matt could hold Hermione, yet they could still stretch out and sleep. He took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head. Hermione shuddered again and trembled slightly.
“I know you’re scared. It’s alright. I’m here. Just hold onto me, ok?” he whispered to her. Hermione nodded and this seemed to make her feel better. Matt pulled the blankets over them and settled back. After a few minutes of quietly holding her, she found hearing his heartbeat helped relax her and she was back asleep again, curled in his lap. Having Hermione’s warmth pressed against him and the ease with which he found himself holding her allowed Matt to drift back off as well.

Matt Santini walked down Whitehall to the stairway leading to the underground entrance for the Ministry of Magic. He sighed as he stepped into the cubicle, inserted the coin, stepped into the toilet, and flushed himself into the Atrium. He took a relaxed breath. The ministry never failed to amaze him. The fountain had been replaced with a new statue showing a Witch kneeling with her hand outstretched to a House-Elf, A Wizard stood looking up at a centaur, his hand grasping the Centaur’s own, while an unidentified wand-user was smiling at a Goblin, the two exchanging coins. Matt had to grin at the new statue, it was a much better representation than the original he had seen in pictures.
He made his way over to the golden elevators and punched in level four. The elevator descended and Matt looked over the item he was carrying. The bag was a simple vinyl material and appeared to be a lunch bag. The lift jolted to a halt and the door slid open. Matt stepped out and made his way over to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He slipped inside and gave a wave to the girl whom he knew was called Parvati Patil, an old classmate of Hermione’s.
“She’s waiting for you.” Parvati said and Matt strode over to the door marked H. Granger-Santini. He blushed a little, seeing his own name next to hers. He knocked on it before opening it up.
“Matt?! Whatever are you doing here?” Hermione said looking excited and surprised as he entered the room.
“Well, I was in the area and thought it would be a good idea to stop in…” he held up the bag and Hermione’s stomach rumbled.
“You brought lunch!” She sounded happier than ever at the prospect of food. Matt pulled up a chair across from her and began to unpack the items he brought.
“Yeah, I figured we hadn’t done this in a while…so…” he grinned as he handed her favorite take-out dish over to her.
“You know, you’re right! This is quite lovely, thank you!” Hermione beamed at him with appreciation.
“You know, I ran into Harry the other day. He was on his way in as I was coming out of that meeting with the Minister. You know they’re already trying for another kid?!” Matt said genuinely, sounding surprised as he opened his own take-out container and began to eat.
“What? James is barely two as it is!” Hermione said as she munched on an egg roll.
“I know! Worse…they’ve already got a name picked out and we’ve got to talk them out of it, it’s terrible.” Matt said as he bit into a piece of orange chicken.
“Oh no…what is it?” Hermione asked.
“Albus Severus.” Matt responded and shuddered.
“Oh no…I mean, I understand. Albus was Dumbledore’s first name and Severus was our old potions master’s first name…”
“Yeah, I get it. I know the whole story. But you don’t want to put two names like that next to each other. You know, unless you hate the kid or something.” Matt replied. “At that point, what is the point?”
“Honoring important people to Harry, I suppose.” Hermione said but Matt could tell she was on his side on this one.
“There’s better ways to do it…get a street named after them or set up a scholarship fund or something…” Matt shook his head as they ate.
“I’ll see if I can get Ginny’s ear next time she comes into the Department of Magical Games and Sports. The ministry loves it when one of us endorses them over something or other.” Hermione said with a grin.
“All this talk of kids…you think maybe…?” Matt asked and looked over at Hermione.
“That we should try?” She finished for him, and he nodded. Hermione’s hand reflexively went to her own stomach. “Well…we could, couldn’t we?” she replied.
“Yeah, we should do it.” Matt said bluntly. Hermione almost choked.
“Not here!” she said.
“No…unless…” he started but the glare he got from his wife said to not finish his thought. “But, no, in all seriousness, we should try it.” Matt’s hand reached out to take hers. Hermione smiled widely and nodded her agreement. Matt returned it with a look of the cat that got the cream.
As Matt was on his way back to the fireplaces and Whitehall, he heard his name called out from a group of gathered reporters. He groaned as he turned to face the group. A heavy-jawed, blonde woman who’s haired was curled rigidly and had on a pair of jeweled glasses set with rhinestones approached him.
“Mr. Santini, now that Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been fully restored, is it true you’re taking up the position of Headmaster there?” Rita Skeeter asked.
“No, not I. That would be the honorable, Professor Agilbert Fontaine. He’s an excellent professor and a descendant of one of the original twelve aurors for MACUSA. They have offered me the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts though.” Matt replied as Rita’s quill made quick work of his words.
“And will you be taking that position? Inquiring minds want to know.” Rita said, her glasses lowered on the bridge of her nose.
“I am considering it. Although, that’s a hell of a commute. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do have an appointment.” Matt said and removed himself from the tangle of the press. He was all too happy when he reached the fireplaces and stepped inside one. With a flash of green Matt was gone.

Matt jerked awake and groaned. Hermione slowly prized herself up off him as well moaning a bit.
“I had the strangest dream…” she said.
“Not the nightmare?” Matt asked.
“No, this was after…you and I were at the Ministry. I was working there. And you brought me lunch!”
“Huh…I dreamt the same thing…” Matt said and looked down at his bushy-haired know-it-all and blushed. The thought of them both being married and having children was a wild idea!
“We best get ready. I expect we’ll have a lot of work to do. They like to pile on just before the Easter Holidays, you know.” Hermione said as she wrapped a blanket around herself and slipped up to the girl’s dorm to get ready for the day. Matt did the same, collecting his stripped off clothes and wandered up to his dorm. The dream felt so real to him. And he was now hungry for Chinese take-out.
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