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CHAPTER EIGHT

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"We're going to have so much fun, Hermione! And I promise not to turn your hair or skin or eyes or anything else any weird colors! I won't pull any pranks on you. Mum threatened to ground me until I graduate Hogwarts if I did!"

Hermione laughed quietly as she plopped down on the bed, transfigured from a spare loveseat the Potters had had in their attic, in Grace's room, dropping her purse beside her. It was Saturday morning and, while Hermione didn't feel completely safe rooming with Grace Potter, it was better than her alternative. Staying at the Burrow the past few days after the breakup with Ron had been rough. He barely spoke to her. While everyone was very friendly and comforting and kept her busy, it was still hard knowing he was around, especially as badly as she was wanting to talk to him. Helping Fleur with her wedding plans or even helping Ginny with a summer Potions assignment was hardly helping matters. When Luna visited Ginny yesterday and announced hearing that Ron was meeting up with Hannah in Diagon Alley that weekend, Hermione knew she had to get out of there. She was tempted to go home to her parents, but Harry, who had been visiting at the time, offered her a place at their house, so Hermione wouldn't miss much of the goings on if she was staying in the Muggle world.

Grace continued babbling incessantly for a few minutes and Hermione hardly had it in her to pay much attention. Honestly, she just wanted to be left alone for now and she even considered asking Grace if she had any summer work to do and offering to finish her assignments for her or even to help teach her things she was having problems with, though Hermione figured the former option would be more appealing to the young girl. She could always reread her seventh year texts for the third, fourth or fifth time, depending on which subject it was. Maybe she could even go see if Harry was doing any more work on trying to help figure out the Horcruxes or anything.

"Ooh! And I heard Draco Malfoy is your soul mate!" Grace said giddily. "He's such a prat but he's a good looking prat."

"He's what?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"Good looking," Grace repeated unashamed. "Most of the Slytherins are, you know. Good looking but very horrible. I'm sure you can turn him right, though, Mione. At least you won't take any shite from him."

Hermione blinked. "Draco Malfoy."

"That's right," Grace said. "He is your soul mate, isn't he?"

Hermione cleared her throat, feeling uncomfortable. "Yes."

"Don't you think he's good looking?" Grace asked, plopping down on her own bed and pulling on her boots.

"Not particularly," Hermione said, wrinkling her nose. She had never even tried thinking of Malfoy that way! He was a complete arse and nothing about someone like him could be attractive to anyone. It didn't seem to matter much to Grace.

"It could be worse, you know," Grace said. "You could be stuck with Snape for the rest of your life."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry doesn't have to be either if he doesn't choose to."

"Yeah, but it'd be dumb not to, right?" Grace said. "Though, the way everyone talks about it, I don't see the big appeal. I mean, the bond doesn't do much, does it? At least not enough to really be worth it. The whole thing seems silly! Like 'oh you can be soul mates but you aren't really meant to be together, that's up to you, we're just saying that because you look like a cute couple', am I right? Then the bond! 'Oh, here you are, you get a small boost in power but not much, you know…can't go overboard with these things!' Isn't that funny? What's the point in a bond if it isn't going to do much? Loads of the other bonds in that book do so much more! Like…There's a bond where you have to have sex with the other person, you know, but when you do it…Well, I don't remember what it does but it makes you very strong or something. That's what this Soul Bond business should do. Not this silly little stuff that hardly makes a difference. I'm sure whoever invented it was probably scared of making something too powerful, though, or the Ministry got scared of anyone getting too strong or something like that. Don't you think?"

"Err…Probably," Hermione said, listening to Grace babble. She did have a point about all of the other bonds in that book being so much more powerful. One would assume that something that connected the souls of two people would do so much more than the book said. But not much was known about it so, maybe, it was stronger than the book led them to believe. There was only one way to find out and, while Hermione was eager to see what the Soul Bond was like, she didn't want to think of contacting Malfoy about this or even considering Bonding herself to Malfoy right now.

"Oh, and don't tell mum I was reading that book, please," Grace went on. "She told me not to read it but I was curious! Especially since Harry's so dead set on going through with the bond to Snape. Mum and Dad are going to have a fit when he finally does it. He turns seventeen soon, though, so I don't know why they don't think he'll do it the first chance he gets."

"They're probably thinking the time until his birthday will give him time to calm down and think it over and come to another conclusion," Hermione offered quietly.

"Don't they know how stubborn he is? He still hasn't given up on this Horcrux business even though it's hopeless and he has hardly done any good at all with it," Grace muttered, shaking her head.

"Where is Harry anyway?" Hermione asked, reminded of her idea to talk to Harry about the Horcruxes. She knew that kind of research was a headache in the making but it was better than letting her mind wander to other things right about now. It hurt too much to be properly mad at Ronald at the moment and, while she tried not to sulk around much, it was hard to feel and act her usual self. Ron had been such an important part of her life for so long and they had been dating for two years and she loved him so much. To think that this was the end of everything was hard to take.

"I dunno," Grace said. "I think he had to run an errand or he was going to visit Ron or something. I wasn't paying much attention, really, but he'll be back later."

"Right," Hermione said, sounding disappointed.

Grace turned her hazel eyes to Hermione and frowned. She could tell that Hermione was in a rotten mood and, while her and Hermione weren't necessarily close, she was her brother's best friend so Grace did care about her. Grace glanced out of the window thoughtfully and tried to come up with a way to help Hermione. "You know…I was thinking…If, or when, Harry and Snape do bond, we should surprise them. You know, set it up to make it look like a wedding. Maybe even get mum's wedding gown and try to see if we can get Harry into it. The whole thing, yeah? They'll be so mad but it'll be bloody hilarious."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "They would kill us."

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The bond that Grace and Hermione were busily discussing was the very thing Harry aimed to talk about today. His parents were both working today but they, at times, got home early on weekends so Harry figured that doing this in the morning was his best bet. He thought about flying to Snape's house but didn't want to risk getting his Firebolt near Snape and, honestly, the walking would help him clear his head some. It was still very confusing to him how he had ended up in this situation. Snape? He just wanted to laugh or scream sometimes. How could someone like Snape be his soul mate? It was hard to deny but the strangeness of it just hit at the oddest times. And now he was seriously consideringbonding himself to the man? It would do them both some good, supposedly, but still…

It was Snape!

Harry sighed and narrowed his eyes at the house that belonged to his potions master as he approached it. It was small…old…looked half destroyed…gloomy…The house seemed to fit its owner perfectly. He would keep that to himself, though. If Snape would play nice then so would Harry. The biggest thing he was worried about was the sudden anxiety that hit him the moment the house came into view. This wouldn't be so bad…it couldn't be so bad. They were just going to have a rational, civil discussion. Harry ruffled his hair nervously and shifted on his feet as he knocked on the door.

He only waited a few seconds before the door opened and Snape stood stiffly in front of him. "Potter," the man said, eying him.

"Sn…Professor," Harry said, opting to show respect and be polite. He didn't need Snape thinking he had any reason to be an arse about things.

"Come in," Snape said, stepping aside and holding open the door. Harry warily glanced inside of the small house before reluctantly stepping in. He had been here only once or twice in his youth, before he started attending Hogwarts, when his mother wanted to visit Snape and there was no one else who could watch Harry or Grace. They never really stayed long and Lily always explained that Snape just wasn't comfortable around children. They then grew up to learn the truth; that he despised children. But they weren't very fond of him, either.

Right now, it was just weird standing in his professor's house. Harry glanced around curiously. The place was very clean and orderly. It might not have even looked lived in but for an open book resting on the arm of the couch and a half full glass of wine on the side table. Otherwise, there weren't many personal details, such as pictures or knick-knacks, at least not from where Harry was standing. Harry jumped when Snape cleared his throat behind him then he watched as the man moved to sit down on his couch at the place where the book and the wine were. "You may have a seat, Potter."

"Right," Harry said. He cleared his throat and walked into the living room to sit in the chair nearest to where Snape was sitting. "Err…thanks."

Snape only nodded, watched him, and Harry looked around the room, feeling nervous to have those black eyes studying him so and almost wanted to snap at the man to stop it. He rubbed his hands nervously over his jeans and, only when Snape cleared his throat impatiently, did Harry remember he had come here for a reason. He turned towards Snape a bit and struggled to think of where to start. He had known he would be coming here for a few days but he had never really thought about, or planned out, what he would say, only knowing that they needed to figure something out concerning this Bonding.

"So…erm…Do…Do you know much about this…thing?" Harry asked.

"This thing?" Snape repeated, quirking an eyebrow.

Harry felt heat rise to his face but he didn't look away and tried not to act embarrassed despite how stupid Snape made him feel. "Yeah…the bond? I don't really have a lot of people to talk to about it. My parents don't want me to do it and Sirius and Remus don't want it either. Dumbledore's always busy," Harry explained. And Hermione, who probably knew just as much, if not more, than everyone else was too upset over her breakup with Ron to talk about anything concerning soul mates or Soul Bonds. "So I was…I was wondering what you know about…it."

"It," Snape repeated, sounding amused. Harry couldn't help but glare and was close to snapping at him for being such a prick about the whole thing. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Snape spoke before he had the chance. "I believe I know about as much about the subject as anyone can at the moment. But there's not much information given. The only ones who might have any better understanding are the very people you do not wish to speak with about it. Your parents and do—godparents are the only ones at the current time to have this bond. This is all a matter of learning as we go along."

"Okay," Harry said slowly. His mother had made a big deal about not wanting him to bond since they didn't know much about it yet. But being reminded of that fact was a little worrisome. However, if everyone else was bonding without much concern over their own wellbeing, Harry figured that nothing too bad could happen because of it. "So what do you know?"

"No one went over any of this with you?" Snape asked.

"Not entirely," Harry replied. "Mum and Dad don't want me knowing anything about it, remember?"

"Of course," Snape said with a sneer though he looked like he wanted to say something else entirely. Harry didn't care about that. He only hoped to get information out of the manwithout being referred to as an idiot. "The words spoken in the ceremony will call for a binding of the mind, body, heart, soul, and magic—every important element of a person. No, that does not mean we have to have sex nor will it make us develop…feelings for one another," he said distastefully. Harry wrinkled his nose at the very thought, though he did admit to feeling some alarm by Snape's words before that…binding so much of himself to the man. "What this means…Or rather, what we believe this means is that the connection will allow the partners to interact better. They will work together well on most levels. They will understand their partner, their needs, strengths and weaknesses a lot better. Essentially, we will be able to read each other a lot better. We will also, in some manners, be able to make each other stronger. How that necessarily works, we are not entirely certain at the moment."

"Those bound will also have the greater ability at casting spells upon their partner, especially in regards to things such as Legilimency. As inept as you were in Occlumency, you would likely stand no chances of pushing me out of your mind once we are bound," Snape explained and Harry frowned. That was just great. He especially did not like the reminder of his failed Occlumency lessons. He could only hope that Snape would not find it all too appealing to get inside of his head ever again. "If a bound pair were to ever duel they could very easily do severe damage to one another, though how such an action would affect the bond is uncertain. I don't believe there were any accounts of soul mates who despised each other or were angered enough to attempt any such thing. They probably found their enhanced abilities due to the bond incentive enough to not risk all they had gained for petty revenge."

"Right," Harry said. That didn't sound very good. Somehow, Harry couldn't imagine the bond being so effective that it would make people not want to kill each other. He could only wonder who would end up killing who first in various situations. Harry was only lucky that Snape was so close to Lily and he would never actually attempt to kill him, or so he hoped. He wasn't the only unfortunate one to be stuck with an "enemy", though. Poor Hermione and Ginny were stuck with Malfoy and Zabini. "Erm…Is there anything special we have to do for the…ceremony thing?"

Snape snorted. "You were in attendance to two bindings recently, weren't you?"

"Well, yeah," Harry said, face heating up and eyes narrowing at the man. "I just…Well, I know how it goes, but I wasn't sure if there was anything special they had to, and we'll have to do for it?"

"Just show up, Potter," Snape said dryly.

"Right," Harry said. "So…We'll do this, then?"

Snape just stared at him for a moment and Harry shifted uncomfortably where he sat. He did not like being stared at in that way, and by Snape, of all people. What was he even looking for? The man seemed to be studying him, as if he were a potion or something, and he was tracing his lips slowly. Harry huffed and was about to say something to break the silence when Snape finally nodded his consent. "You turn seventeen in a week, do you not?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "Err…I'd rather not do it that day, though, I'm pretty sure everyone has the whole day planned for me right now," he said with a laugh. Between his parents, godparents, the Weaselys, and friends he was going to have a jam-packed day of fun. Hopefully. "And err…Bill and Fleur are getting married the next day…so…maybe after the wedding? That night or the next day?"

"The sooner the better," Snape said with a nod. "The night of August the first would be acceptable."

"Okay. And where should we do it?" Harry asked.

"I assume you do not intend to tell your parents beforehand?" Snape asked.

"Yeah," Harry admitted. He might have worried about the man's friendship with his mum being a factor but since Lily didn't approve, Harry assumed Snape wouldn't go around telling her.

"Of course," Snape said. "We can perform the ceremony here. I'll ask Professor Dumbledore to meet us once he is finished there."

"Great," Harry said and hesitated a moment before standing up. That was all he really needed. The bond itself didn't seem completely horrible and he had made the decision to go through with this the day he found out that Snape was his soul mate. Now that they had it all figured out, he felt a little better about things, albeit a bit nervous. It wasn't going to be too bad, he assured himself. They would bond and see what benefits they would get from it, otherwise wouldn't have to do too much. At least not from the way everything sounded to him so far. "Erm. I'll see you then, I guess."

"August the first, Potter. And do show some respect and send word if you change your mind," Snape said as Harry headed to the door.

"I won't chicken out," Harry promised irritably as he walked out, making sure to slam the door, hard, behind him.

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"I can't believe you're doing this, Ron," Ginny said for the zillionth time today. At least it felt that way to Ron.

"Why wouldn't I be doing this?" Ron demanded grumpily. "She's my soul mate and we should talk about things."

Ginny scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's it," Ron said, glaring at her.

"Are you sure?" Ginny demanded. "Because you dumped Hermione because she wasn't your soul mate—"

"Because she lied to me," Ron corrected, though Ginny was right, that was part of it.

"—so that would lead one to believe that you would go after Hannah because she is," Ginny finished. "But that doesn't mean you're meant to be together, Ron! And to do this so soon after breaking up with Hermione, like a complete prick!"

"What does it even matter, Gin?" Ron snapped. "This isn't a date."

"Don't pull that on me, Ronald," Ginny snapped. "We both know that's exactly what you want and expect. She's gone, Ron, and you don't even care!"

Ron muttered unintelligibly under his breath and straightened his shirt. It was the nicest he owned, which wasn't saying much, but it was his best and Ginny seemed to notice that. That was the first thing she pointed out when he walked out of his room and it had become this. He headed towards the fireplace and rolled his eyes when he noticed Ginny following him. "I'm going to be late. And don't' you have a bridesmaid dress to try on? A soul mate to get to know?" Ron demanded.

"You're not going to be happy without her, Ron," Ginny warned, placing her hands on her hips as Ron grabbed some Floo powder and stepped into the fireplace. "You love her and it's a really shitty move to just give i—"

"Abbott house!" he said loudly and threw down the powder, cutting Ginny off and glad to be away from her nagging. She could be just as bad as their mum sometimes, he swore. Only this was worse because she was defending his ex girlfriend. She was his sister! Wasn't she supposed to be on his side?

A few seconds later, he stepped out into the Abbott's living room, smiling nervously when he saw Dumbledore sitting in a chair, finishing up explanations to Hannah Abbott and her father, Tim Abbott. Her mother Marilyn had been killed by Death Eaters at the end of last year. Hannah and Tim turned to look up at Ron, both looking a bit dazed as Dumbledore finished talking about the Soul Bond. When he was finished, he turned to smile at Ron. "And here he is. Come in, Mr. Weasley."

"Err…Hi," Ron said, stepping in a bit further and moving to sit in an empty chair when Hannah hesitantly motioned for him to sit.

"We can always perform the soul mate test, if you would feel more comfortable with some proof," Dumbledore offered kindly.

"N…No, I trust you," Tim said. "Unless…Hannah?"

"Uh…N…Y…you're right, that's fine. I'm just…surprised," Hannah said, glancing uncertainly at Ron. "So we…have to bond?"

"No, of course not," Dumbledore said pleasantly. "That's entirely up to you."

Hannah shot Ron a questioning look. He sat up a bit more as the eyes of the other two followed her gaze and he smiled weakly as he sat up a bit straighter. "Erm…Ahem…Well…I dunno…I'd like to see what all of the fuss is about but it seems…kind of big. So…maybe we could…get to know each other better? Before we make any decisions?" he offered uncomfortably.

"That sounds like a wise plan, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said.

"I thought you were dating Hermione Granger," Hannah said doubtfully, biting her lip.

"Err…Well, not anymore. We, uh, broke up a few days ago…and…I didn't mean it as a date, unless…you know…you think it should be," Ron said, feeling his face heating up horribly and finding it hard to look Hannah or Tim in the face.

Hannah blushed and giggled quietly. "Well, I guess we'll just see how it goes, Ron," she said flirtatiously.

Tim sighed, apparently not liking seeing his daughter this way. "You better treat my Hannah right, Weasley," Tim said.

"Daddy," laughed Hannah, shaking her head. "Nothing's even happened yet."

"I can assure you, Mr. Abbott, that Mr. Weasley is a complete gentleman," Dumbledore promised. "They are soul mates. I'm certain that we can trust fate to take care of them both."

"Yeah, well, I guess that's true," Tim said, scratching the side of his head.

"So, do you want to take a walk with me, Ron?" Hannah asked with a smile.

"Errr," Ron said. The Abbotts lived in Godric's Hollow, which was where the Potters lived, which was where Hermione was staying. What the hell, Ron thought to himself. He was done with Hermione and he was sure they'd be fine so long as they steered clear of the Potter residence. It wasn't like he had the money to suggest they actually go out and do something. "Sure. And maybe you'd like to come over to the Burrow for dinner? My mum's a great cook."

"That would be nice," Hannah replied, beaming. "Will you be alright on your own, Daddy?"

"Of course, sweetie," Tim said. "You two go have fun, get to know each other and…whatnot."

"Okay," Hannah said with a smile. "C'mon, Ron, I'll show you around!"

"Right," Ron said, smiling nervously and standing up. This wasn't so bad. Better than being stuck with Snape or Malfoy or Zabini or, Merlin forbid, any of the others. Parkinson, Bulstrode, Goyle, Crabbe…Hannah was nice and she was sort of pretty. She certainly didn't seem to find the idea of being his soul mate completely repulsive. Maybe this could work out, after all.

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