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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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AN: Thank you to all those reading! You keep me going *hearts*

Draco sniffed at Granger's tea to see if there was a distinctive scent to it. All the while, he was eying her over, expecting her to suddenly act strange. She appeared fine, other than the confused look she was giving him. Her tea smelled of many herbs. The list of what Father could had used was practically endless, since most potions smelled like a mixture of herbs.
"You think your father drugged me?" She asked slowly, giving it a thought over.
"I'm sure of it," Draco told her. "How do you feel? Weak? Strong? You don't have any sudden feelings for me, do you?"
Granger snorted in derision. "No!"
Draco clenched his jaw, refraining from scowling. She acted like he was the most unattractive man alive! And that he was not! She herself had reacted very well to his touch! Too well. And, by what she had told him that one early morning when Scorpius was conceived, she did find him good looking! Her sober mind must not agree with her deepest of thoughts. That, or she refused to admit that she was actually attracted to him.
More than likely, it was the latter.
"Did it taste odd?" He asked her, reverting the subject back to the tea.
Granger shook her head. "Not really. I only had a couple of sips though. It was very thoughtful of the elf to supply me with an herbal decaffeinated blend."
"Maybe you hadn't had a chance to drink enough for it to take effect," Draco said in thought. "And since Father was trying to drug you, of course he would order his elf to serve a type of tea safe enough for you to drink. It would easily hide the substance, while also ensuring you would actually drink it and not use the excuse that you're breastfeeding and thus unable to drink a normal brew."
"Well, I feel fine," Granger said in reassurance. "Maybe your dad was just trying to be nice to me."
Draco sent her a doubtful look. Not that his father wasn't capable of being nice, but he was a cunning snake, and had been sorted into Slytherin for many reasons. "I know my father, Granger, he is up to something."
Granger focused her attention on Scorpius, who still slept, snuggled up in her arms. Draco thought she was a terrific mother. She spent a lot of her time making sure everything was perfect for their son. But, then again, she had always been a perfectionist.
"Maybe he's right," she said absentmindedly a few moments later.
"Who? My father?" Draco asked, slightly confused. "About what?"
She didn't answer him. Her smile widened as she continued to stare down at their son. Draco crossed his arms, patiently waiting to see if she would actually answer him.
"Merlin, he's adorable, isn't he?" Granger whispered.
Draco bit his tongue and stopped himself from saying that it was because he looked just like his father, who was also adorable. This wasn't the time for that.
"Granger," he spoke firmly. "What was my father right about?"
She glanced at him momentarily before looking away. Obviously, she was thinking of something that she was uncomfortable with saying.
And then he came into realization on what she had meant...
But which exactly was she agreeing with Father on? The kiss? Or was it the other activity...?
Draco studied Granger's facial expression, but all she did was smile dreamily at the baby.
What WAS it that Father had put in her tea?! At first, Draco had thought it had been some potion that would accelerate Granger's sex drive. Unfortunately for Draco, that didn't seem to be the case.
"Malfoy..." Granger was biting her lip now. She was worrying over something.
"What is it?" Draco asked.
"When we were at St. Mungo's, we slept together for three hours, according to your dad; all we did was hold hands."
"Yes, but, as Father has just said, having to do that every three days would be very time consuming."
"Well, he's right. I'm too busy with Scorpius, and, most of the free time that I do have, I spend it sleeping."
Draco nodded in acknowledgment. "That makes perfect sense."
"But, we could do that," she suggested slowly, considering her thoughts. "And then we wouldn't have to do anything extreme that neither of us would want to do."
"Do what?"
She said nothing for a moment. Her lips were slightly parted, poised to talk. Granger then mumbled something that Draco couldn't understand.
"I can't understand you when you do that," he informed her bluntly. "Speak clearly, would you?"
Draco was beginning to notice that she was using Scorpius as a way to divert her attention from him. She took the baby's hand, admiring it, saying nothing to elaborate what she had attempted to say to Draco.
Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance. What in the fuck was wrong with her?! She was acting so silly!
He stepped up toward Granger, taking his son from her.
"Hey!" She exclaimed.
"Shh!" Draco scolded her quietly, cradling Scorpius into his arms. "You don't want to wake him."
"Give him back!" She demanded in a whisper.
"I will," he said gently and kissed his son's cheek. "Just as soon as you tell me what you were suggestion that we should do. I'd like to know what you're thinking."
She looked at the baby, avoiding his face.
"Look at me, Granger," Draco ordered softly. "Don't act like a ninny, we both know that you're not. Now spit it out."
She did as he said, narrowing her eyes in what he read as determination. She took a deep breath. "You're not going to like it," she warned him quietly. "But, I don't really see any other way- given our current thoughts on each other."
"How about you let me be the judge of that?"
* / *
Narcissa smelled the vial that Lucius had handed her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her husband waiting anxiously for her reaction on what he had done. "You could have done much worse," she finally said disapprovingly, after letting him squirm a bit longer.
"Yes, I could have given her something that would have had her begging for Draco's touch, but what good would that have done? For the time being, they would have had their fix, but both would have been immensely humiliated, and I would have been accused of being the bad guy- not that that is abnormal for me; I do tend to be guilty of it."
"And you just thought of this this afternoon?" Narcissa asked, surprised at how quick he had come up with the idea.
Lucius scoffed. "I don't know why you're so shocked, my love, I've always been extremely brilliant."
Narcissa nodded, accustomed to his arrogance. It was one of the reasons that she was attracted to him. Besides he, she was the only one that knew that The Sorting Hat had tried to place him in Ravenclaw, but Malfoys don't get sorted into none other than Slytherin.
She shook up the potion, slightly admiring her husband for his work, but she did not show this to him. He deserved no reward for his deceitfulness toward their son. "They are going to be upset with you for this, Lucius." She told him disapprovingly. "You need to begin to trust Draco. He's a grown man now. You despised your own father for trying to control your life. I would like to hope that you can learn from your father's mistakes?"
He shifted his eyes away from her stern look. "It is difficult to stand by and do nothing," he said quietly.
"Yes, I know, dear. I'm his mother, I know this better than you can ever imagine, but you can't smother him any longer. By doing that, you'll just drive him away, like your father had done to you," she lay in on the guilt thickly, knowing that Lucius' father had died before the two could make up on a ridiculous squabble that had had them parting their ways.
Her husband said nothing, but she saw him uneasily swallow at the reality of her truth. He had loved his father dearly, even if the man hadn't wanted to accept that Lucius was capable of making his own decisions.
"I trust Draco will do just fine," Narcissa spoke again, when she had allowed her husband to dwell on his past. "He's been successfully persuading Miss Granger into moving into a more proper home; The Gordin Manor. Toogy told me that she was heavily thinking of trying it out."
"The Gordin Manor?" Lucius raised his eyebrows.
Narcissa grinned. "It's close to here. I think that is why he choose that specific building."
Lucius frowned. "What about here at the Manor? I had always pictured Draco-"
Narcissa put a hand up to his cheek, stopping his speech. "I know, Luci," she said tenderly. "But you need to remember that things are changing now, and it is out of our control. It's for the best of the bloodline. You said so yourself."
Lucius rose his hand to take hers and kissed it. He sighed in exhaustion. "Why did this have to be sprung on me?"
Narcissa pecked his lips softly with hers. "Perhaps it is because you are capable of changing too," she said against his lips.
He took her hands, lacing their fingers together, boring his grey eyes into hers. He smiled. "What would I do without you, Narci?" He whispered before laying a kiss onto her neck.
She laughed softly. "You'd be an absolute wreck!"
* / *
Draco was sitting on the sofa with his head in his heads, repeating in his mind what Granger had said to him. He wasn't upset by the suggestion persa, he was more concerned on how he would be able to cope with it.
A faint crack caused him to look up. Toogy was looking around carefully. "It is safe for Mistress Malfoy to enter, sir?"
Draco straightened up, and inhaled deeply. He looked across the room at Granger, who was avoiding his eyes. He sighed. He felt awful for the situation she was in. This was certainly not how he had wanted things to go between them, but there wasn't much else that they could do. Neither of them wanted to go back to St. Mungos, nor put their son in any sort of danger.
"Yes," Draco forced himself to say. "Mother may come in."
A moment after Toogy popped away, Mother apparated in with a vial in her hands. "This is what he put in her tea." She held out it to him.
Draco narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Only just?"
Mother nodded.
Granger was eying the vial with interest. She stood up carefully, to ensure Scorpius remained sleeping. "What is it?" She asked as she stepped up to them. Draco handed it off to her so she could read the label. She burst out laughing."The Racjonalna potion? That's what he drugged me with?! Why, that's not a drug!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "I know Granger." He looked at his mother. "Why would Father even use that on Granger?"
Mother gave Granger a look over before she answered, "Your father thought that Miss Granger was lacking her normal logical thought process, and so he took it into his own hands to give her a little boost."
"I've been all out of sorts," Granger said apologetically. "This whole thing is strange to me, and not exactly something I had ever wanted, nor was it in my playbook," she paused, narrowing her eyes. "Not that anything in my life has ever gone to plan," she muttered.
"I want to apologize for my husband's actions," Mother said to Granger, giving her a look to match the words. "I'd like to hope that he won't try this again, but it seems Lucius doesn't know when to step aside..." She pressed her lips together in annoyance.
"He was only trying to help." Granger didn't appear upset at all.
"That's just the potion talking," Draco pointed out. "We'll see if you're so understanding when it wears off."
"I don't think I drank enough for it to even have taken effect... I'm not upset. He's worried about his son," Granger tightened her hold on Scorpius. "I'd be worried too..."
Draco exchanged glances with his mother.
"Definitely the potion talking," Mother said.
"Oh, most definitely," he agreed, plucking the potion from Granger's hand and giving it back to his mother.
* / *
"Miss Granger-"
"Westen, please call me Hermione."
The house elf wiggled his ears and nodded eagerly. "Yes, ma'am- er, Hermione. There's a man at your floo, he says his name is Ron and he is requesting entrance."
"Oh, yes, let him in!" Hermione tilted her head, finding it strange that Ron hadn't just came in to begin with. She shrugged it off, and went back to her packing.
"Since when do you have a house elf?!" Ron's disgruntled voice came only a few seconds later.
"He's a free elf," Hermione informed him proudly. "Malfoy hired him for me."
"Yes... about Malfoy..."
Hermione briefly looked at Ron to see him staring at Scorpius. She braced herself, taking a short breath. "What is it, Ron?"
Ron directed his eyes to her. He almost looked like he felt sympathetic for her. "Are you really bound to him?" He asked slowly.
Hermione busied herself with folding up a night shirt. She closed her eyes and nodded.
She heard him sigh. "How did that even happen, Hermione?"
"The night you told me that you got Susan pregnant, and you two had decided that it was best to get married, I went to Dimple's Pub-"
"You went to a pub?!" He asked in disbelief. Apparently, Ginny hadn't had filled Ron in on the specifics. Hermione loved that woman. Confidentiality was a strong point for her. Perhaps that was why she and Harry got along so well.
"Yes," Hermione answered, sending him a look of irritation. Sometimes he could really annoy her with his habit of interrupting people when they were trying to talk.
He took note of her face and mumbled a quick "Sorry."
"I got drunk - yes, I know! That's abnormal for me!" She laughed at Ron's gaping mouth.
"Well, that explains how you could have...slept with him..." He shuddered. "Just the thought makes me want to hurl!"
"Anyway," she sighed, returning to her explanation. "I guess I had forgotten to make the precautions and then he happened." She pointed to Scorpius. The baby was watching Hermione with fascinated, wide eyes.
"And it led to the grandest thing in your life," Ron summarized.
She smiled faintly, relieved that he understood how she felt about Scorpius. "Yes, it did."
"So, what are you doing now?" He asked, eyeing the pile of neatly folded clothing on her bed. "It looks like you're packing; are you already tired of the negative publicity that's been brought up by this whole scenario?"
Hermione went to Scorpius and picked him up (child seat and all) to carry him into the nursery. She needed to pack for him too.
"Naturally Malfoy doesn't think this house is suited for Scorpius," she told Ron as he followed her into the room.
"Nothing is really good enough in his eyes," he grumbled.
"He's found an exquisite place. It's a great deal, and he's offered to pay for half of the rent, because of Scorpius and all."
"Yeah, Ginny mentioned something about that; I'm surprised you're interested in something so great, but if Malfoy is going to front half the cost, I wouldn't argue either. Is that why you're packing?" Ron began helping her gather up baby supplies. "You're moving already?"
"This is just for overnight. I'll come back here tomorrow."
"In that case..." Ron reached in the nappy cabinet and pulled out a stack of freshly clean nappies. "Make sure you get extra. You'll need it."
She slightly laughed. "That might be one thing you know about more than I do."
"You mean besides Quidditch, trading cards, and pretty much anything that's fun?" He teased, smiling.
"Yes, besides all that!" She giggled, rolling her eyes.
"You're not going to marry him, are you?" Ron suddenly asked seriously. "I just can't really picture you with him, but, well..." he trailed off, muttering a curse under his breath. "A bond is very powerful, Hermione..." There was that sympathetic look again. He ran a hand across his face. "Shit, you don't deserve this!"
"Ron," Hermione started softly. "It'll be alright. Malfoy's been acting real decent. We'll get through this."
"So, it's not a love bond then?"
Hermione heaved out a breath. "It's a union one..."
Ron's eyes widened, and his face pale. "Bloody hell, Mione!" He gasped. "That's worse!"
Hermione nodded. "I know."
"Wait," he said slowly in thought. "Is that why you were at St Mungo's?"
"That was exactly why. Scorpius is also part of it..."
"Which explains why he had been crying so much," Ron said, piecing everything together. "So you found out what you had to do to keep the bond satisfied. What is it?"
Hermione looked away, not wanting to answer that straightforwardly. "Um... I would had thought that Ginny would have told you..."
"I've not been able to spend as much time with my family as I'd like. I've been busy. I have only spoken with her for about two minutes in the last few days."
"We have to touch."
"You and Malfoy?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Merlin, that's rotten, Mione." Ron approached her from behind and placed a hand onto her shoulder, squeezing it. "Unity bonds are horrible enough without a Malfoy involved, but if the tabloids are even ten percent accurate, he seems to be handling fatherhood alright."
Hermione turned around to face her friend. "He's a really good dad, Ron. Too be fair, he's been handling this whole thing better than I have."
Ron's lips spread out into a grin. "Why shouldn't he be?! He's bound to you. And you have every right to be reluctant with the situation. If I had been bounded with someone like Pansy Parkinson, I'd have pitched a fit!"
"That's just it though, Ronald, eventually, you'd have to be sensible about it, because the bond will attack you if you don't do what it wants you to do."
"I know, Mione. It's just awful that this had to have had happened to you. You, of all people, deserve happiness."
"Don't worry about me, Ron. Scorpius has brought me enough joy to last me a lifetime."
He nodded. "I know the feeling. If you need anything, I'm just a floo away, okay?"
"Yes, thank you."
Ron laughed and shook his head. "I still can't believe you have a house elf!"
After Ron had left, Hermione gathered all hers and Scorpius' things for their overnight trip and asked Westen to deliver it to the big "house" that she would stay the night in.
Scorpius, as always, began screaming after she had floo them over. She quieted him down with a nursery song that her mother had sang to her when she was a young girl.
I'm happy all the time

I'm happy all the time

I'm happy all the time
I'm inright, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time.

I'm inright, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time.

Since Mumma's here singin', and always smilin'

I'm inright, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time
I'm inright, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time.

I'm inright, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time.

Since Papa's here grinnin', and always jokin'

I'm inright, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time
Papa brings me joy, each and every day

Mumma gives me love, it never goes away

I'll always have them, because I'm a gem

Together we'll be, forever happy
I'm inright, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time.

I'm inright, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time.
I'm happy all the time

I'm happy all the time

I'm happy all the time
"Is there not a thing you can't do?" Malfoy's voice made her jump a mile, having not expected him there already. He stood, leaning up against the doorway of the flooing room, holding a tea cup. He took a sip of his drink, looking at the now calm baby.
Scorpius' attention went to his dad, and he made small grunts at the sight of him.
"Are you complimenting my singing?" Hermione asked, meeting Malfoy up in the middle of the room so he could take Scorpius.
Malfoy set his tea cup on a near by table to free his hands. He shrugged. "All this time I had thought I had something on you."
"You sing?" Hermione was shocked by this news.
Malfoy grimaced. "Not if I can help it. They say I'm good, but I hate to do it. Mother has made me do it every Christmas since I was four."
Hermione found herself curious, wondering how he would sound like, and if he really was good or not. She must have shown this interest on her face because Malfoy shook his head vigorously. "Don't even think about it! Only my mother can get me to do it!"
She laughed. "It's hard to imagine, that's all."
"And that is the very reason why I don't like doing it. Mother was immensely disappointed I did not sign up for the Frog Choir in school."
"I have always loved choirs, and, even though I am not entirely shy, I couldn't get on stage and be the centre of attention when I was little."
"Yet, you had no problem when it came to school work..." Malfoy rolled his eyes. "I had Toogy start on dinner. Weston joined her just a bit ago." He changed the subject.
"What's she making?"
"Burgers and chips. I wasn't entirely sure what you were up for. I figured you can't go wrong with them."
Hermione nodded approvingly. "That sounds good."
"It's probably nearly done." Malfoy adjusted Scorpius snug into the crook of his right arm and picked his cup of tea back up. "There's tea already made if you'd like some. I brought over a mint raspberry one that I think you'll like."
"Thank you, that sounds quite lovely, actually." She followed him to the extravagant kitchen, where the elves were working cheerily.
"Miss Granger would like a cup of tea, Weston," Malfoy informed, pulling a chair from the table that sat off at the side of the room, and sitting in it.
"Oh, I can get it myself," Hermione said gently. "He's already busy."
"No, no!" Weston snapped his fingers, transporting the tea kettle to the table. A tea cup, sugar, milk, and utensils immediately followed. "Hermione needs to sit and rest now," the elf told her, taking her hand and escorting her to the seat across the table from Malfoy.
Hermione smiled at the sweet gesture. "Thank you, Weston."
"How do you normally eat, now that you have Scorpius?" Malfoy asked when the elf returned to his cooking.
Hermione readied her tea for drinking, adding milk to it fifty fifty, for the extra calcium. She sipped it, needing no sugar. "I put him in his infant seat or bassinet near me."
"You don't hold him?"
Hermione shook her head. "But I talk to him, if he's not sleeping. I always feed him before I eat myself. He just ate before we left though. In fact, he should be sleeping now, but the flooing had disturbed him." She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I should have instead fed him after I flooed."
"He'll sleep as soon as he's ready, won't you, Chomper?" Malfoy held out his finger to the boy. Scorpius took no time at all to latch onto it with his fist. Malfoy leaned down to kiss the tiny hand.
"He really has a thing for you," Hermione noted as Weston set down their plates of prepared food. "Thank you," she said to the happy elf before she began eating."
"That's a genetic thing, I think," Malfoy told her. "I was the same way with my own father. That's what my parents said anyway. Malfoys have always been close with their fathers. Sometimes, I can tell what mine is thinking. Not always though, as he's incredible at hiding his thoughts. And, I can't help to feel what my son is thinking or feeling." Malfoy was having difficulties eating with just one hand, trying to cut his burger with his fork. "It probably sounds silly to you-"
"It doesn't," Hermione assured him. In truth, she had found it cute. And, if he was really able to sense what Scorpius was thinking, she couldn't help but to envy him.
He was suddenly grinning. Perhaps it was more of a smirk, as his eyes seemed to glitter too. Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What?"
"I just realized..." he drawled, purposely trailing off before taking a drink of his glass of water. "That this is sort of like a date; our first one."
Hermione felt her cheeks heat up. She tipped her head down, knowing full well that they were reddening. She didn't wish for Malfoy to see that he had made her blush. She cleared her throat. "It's not really a date," she said, keeping her eyes at the plate of her food. "There's no candles or wine."
"I don't think you have to have those for it to be a date-"
"Oh, yes, you do," Hermione insisted. Otherwise this could be considered a date. And that was not what she wanted to think about. She didn't need anything of the sort planted into her head.
Especially since they were here for another reason. One that involved them to be in physical contact of each other. And that was bad enough...
Malfoy took over the baby duties after they were finished eating, allowing Hermione time to shower. When she came out of the master bathroom, Malfoy was standing over their sleeping son.
"Are you going to shower also?" Hermione whispered after Malfoy had wordlessly warned to her to be quiet and not disturb Scorpius.
"I did this morning," he informed.
Hermione nodded and took a deep breath, knowing what was going to have to happen next. She glanced down at her tank top, feeling over exposed to Malfoy, but everything was 'in' where it should be. She normally didn't dress this exposed, even to bed, but this was what they had agreed on.
"I take it that you're ready to go to sleep?" His voice broke her anxious thoughts of what was soon to occur.
She heaved a sigh. "I'm tired and I know that there's no way around this-"
"But you're still disturbed by the thought." He frowned.
She had made him feel bad. That's not what she had intended to. Hermione scratched at a non existing itch.
"Are you going to wear that to bed also?" He pointed to the cloth arm cuff that Hermione wore around her forearm.
She absentmindedly touched the golden coloured material. "Yes," she said firmly, narrowing her eyebrows at the look he was giving her.
"Okay..." he said slowly, not willing to argue with her. He took out his wand and gave it a flick. His fancy black suit transfigured into a pair of silky black boxers and a matching cotton tank top. Hermione's mind began to wander, flashing back to the intimate moments that she had had with him.
She had to look away. Quickly. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly through her mouth. Her pulse was starting to speed up. Hermione closed her eyes, embarrassed that she was finding herself feeling a bit excited with anticipation.
'It's only the stupid bond!' Her sensible self scolded her other half.
"Ladies first, Granger," Malfoy was looking at her seriously, with his arms crossed over his chest. "Show me the Gryffindor side of you," and even though he sounded like he was teasing her, he did not smile.
Clearly, he did not want to be the first one to get into the bed.

AN: If you're confused: The potion Lucius put in Hermione's tea was an attempt to make her think more reasonably, over looking her feelings for Draco. Since she only consumed so little, she was able to still feel uncomfortable around him, but it allowed her to think sensibly.
The song Hermione sang was actually adapted from a Christian school song that I really like. I changed the lyrics around a little, to fit the story better (and not turn this into some religious thing).

Review Responses from the last chapter:
Trelweny : Guess his push wasn't much at all, huh? *giggles*/ I love Severus, so I really couldn't leave him out./ Yikes! I never heard of a little girl spraying!!!
FieryPhoenix: Lucius thought against the lust potion, I guess he can think a little smartly sometimes, lol / Yes! I want that bathtub too! Imagaine if you could cast magical spells, it could be a 24 hour jacuzzi! :P/ I always pictured a society of free house elves after the war. No idea why :P
ChaosLady: Yeah, they aren't doing bad at all!
starr: I know right?! Damn Lucius! But Hermione didn't seem to mind too much, she knew he was just trying to help.
RoseDavis : You are right, but when it comes to natural "injuries" magic seems to be able to cure it (remember bone breakings? Neville was better the SAME night that he broke his wrist! ). I didn't understand HOW until I did a little research; If I remember correctly, I read that J.K said that only injuries from magic and curses are really damaging to the wizards and incurable. They seem to have a cure for about anything else. I would say even for skin tears, stretching, and muscle soreness. It didn't seem like Hermione had any complications either, so that helps. But I am in no rush to get into that really. Draco is, but I can't see Hermione gung ho for the idea. I mean, if anything, her MENTAL stability may not allow her to do such an activity. Never pegged her as a sex crazed woman, but maybe that's a dark secret she hides away, LOL! / Glad you liked the chapter and story! Hope you continue to enjoy it! :)
ssdawning: I just HAD to do that to Draco, am I horrible for that?! LOL I picture him being a clean freak; most snobs are. That sucks that it happened to you though. I would be like Hermione and already have the knowledge, but you could always over look it one day if you're in a hurry. / You are right about Lucius, as he knows how important the bond is to take seriously (you read a little about the Unity Bond from Ron and Hermione's interaction; it's not something to joke around with) / And I don't want to give anything away... *shifts eyes* but the next chapter SHOULD make some readers happy. / I can't seem to write a novel WITHOUT Severus. I love him so much! <3 (I get a LOT of complaints with how I write Severus, but meh, people can piss off! :D)
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