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Four Houses, All Alike in Dignity

In the Head Master's study they were met with utter pandemonium. Ron was scratching at his mark fervently, trying to remove it. Ginny was screaming at Harry, something about not telling her sooner. From the corner Snape sneered and scowled on the teenagers and Dumbledore was laughing heartily.

The room fell silent as she entered with Draco. Hermione sat on the small couch next to Draco.

Ron snarled at them, "Why in the bloody hell is Malfoy here!"

Dumbledore shushed them all, "Mr. Weasley please take your seat."

Ron flopped into a chair next to Harry as Dumbledore spoke, "Well it seems we have a full order now. Mr. and Miss Weasley let me welcome you to the Order of the Rose." He beckoned to the occupants of the room. "You must understand this is a most ancient order, created to protect the Holy Grail." He stopped before looking pointedly at Hermione, "Miss Granger is the last of the Merovingian line. Ginevra, Ronald, meet your Queen."

Hermione flushed at the term, "Professor I am not a queen."

Dumbledore chuckled at her, "This is your title Hermione, bidden or not. I would like to examine all seven marks at once." He smiled as they exposed their arms. "So we have..." He ticked each arm in succession. "The Grail, the Consort, the Protector, the Sinner, the Redeemer, the Innocent and the Chalice."

Ron's eyes shot daggers at Draco, "The Consort?"

Hermione blushed, "Well Ron, Draco is my Consort that is his role."

Draco took her hand gently as Ron hissed, "What the hell does that mean?"

Draco sneered at him, "It means I consort with her Weasel. It means I shag her senseless." At this Ron growled lunged at Malfoy, Ginny had her mouth hanging open.

Snape caught Ron by the robes, "Do NOT touch them Weasley!"

Ron stopped mid-stride and turned to Snape, "What!"

Snape loosened his grip, "He is her Consort Mr. Weasley. There is only one man for the Grail, Weasley, and it is not you. Respect your role in this order."

Ron shoved at Snape, "Which is what?"

Dumbledore took Ron's arm, "You are the Innocent Mr. Weasley. As you will notice your symbol is the only without a center, and yours is the only bud. You are pure love for the Grail, innocent love. You will see that she is always provided for, protect her and never let anyone hurt her. You are her emotional counterpart." Draco snorted at the comment. Ron went pale and looked intently at his mark. Yes, it was a closed rose, a perfect red bud. Suddenly the events of the past two months began to make sense. He turned sharply to Hermione. "You were Eve?"

Hermione flushed bright red, "Yes…"

Ron's mind clicked, her furious grinding against Adam, their obvious overwhelming lust for one another. "Malfoy was Adam?" The room hushed in memory of their dance floor escapades.

Draco grinned, "You noticed Weasley?"

Ron scowled, "The whole bloody school noticed Malfoy, except no one had any idea who it was."

Draco smirked, "Well Granger and I had fun with our labels that evening."

Ron spit on the floor before speaking, "Fun or fucking on the dance floor?"

Dumbledore interjected, "Ronald, calm yourself! Their marks urge their behavior forth in these matters. Now if we can all please focus for a moment, follow me."

Hermione smiled as Dumbledore led them down an adjacent chamber to the genealogy she had viewed once before, that first day when Snape was marked.

Dumbledore grinned broadly as he led them into the room and called the rose bush to life. The massive tree spiraled out and up the wall. He flicked his wand again and four lines flashed boldly; one in red, another blue, the last green and then gold.

Hermione found her line again in blue, Draco's snaked around hers in green. She went to investigate the other lines. Harry was tracing the red line up through his past before stopping halfway up the line at a flaming name. He whistled softly under his breath, "Godric Gryffindor Mione, I'm a Gryffindor by blood!" She gave him a tight squeeze and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Next to them Ron and Ginny had traced their line to Helga Hufflepuff and were emitting strange gasps and shrieks. All five young wizards traced their lines further, stopping finally at Jesus and the Magdalena.

Hermione turned back to Dumbledore, "Professor there are all four houses!"

"Yes Miss Granger, all seven symbols, all four houses. We have ourselves an Order."

They quickly returned to his study and flopped into the seats. Dumbledore grinned at them, "Well Order, so now we are complete. It is our duty and our honor to protect the Holy Grail in whatever life presents her with. Ronald you will need to learn to check your anger and leave your hate of Mr. Malfoy behind you. Only the love of the Grail and the Consort can create this most ancient magik, and now that it has commenced nothing will stop the progress of history until we have another Grail."

Hermione interrupted him, "How do we get another Grail Professor."

Dumbledore winked, "Your children Miss Granger, one of them will continue the line."

Hermione went pale, "Children with whom?"

Draco scowled at her causing Dumbledore to chuckle, "With Mr. Malfoy of course."

Ron spat out a –fuck- as Draco beamed.

Dumbledore looked at the couple intently, "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger is there something you care to share with us?"

Neither student moved a smidge as their faces reddened, "Nothing?"

Hermione took a deep breath and squeezed Draco's hand, "Yes Professor, we are bound." Of course Dumbledore must have been already aware of that tidbit, but he wanted to Order to know as well.

Harry was silent, already aware of this information. Ginny squealed as the ring became visible, Snape looked interested in the proceedings for the first time that evening. Ron, however, was storming about the room before finally punching his fist into a wood panel. The crack of his hand meeting the wall shocked the eyes on the room to him.

Hermione was on her feet and next to Ron in a heartbeat. She laid a tentative hand on his arm, "Ron I know this isn't easy for anyone."

Ron turned on her in full fury, "Isn't easy on anyone! Sounds like you have it fucking set Mione! You have an order, you are bound to the wealthiest pureblood prat in the entire world and all you have to do is sit on your fucking ass and have life handed to you on a silver platter. The Mudblood who has it all!"

Hermione was dumbstruck to hear him say it and shoved him with all her might, "Ronald! How can you say that!"

Ron took a few steps back and hissed at her, "I thought you like being called that Hermione, isn't that how Malfoy got you, didn't he!" Ron shoved her roughly on the shoulders. Hermione tumbled backwards and cracked her head against the floor with a yelp of pain.

Draco ran across the room and leapt at Ron tackling him to the floor in a flurry of fists. His hands connected with ribs and cheeks while he roared at Ron, "I told you to never EVER lay a hand on her again Weasley!"

Instantly Harry and Snape were on them pulling Malfoy back, "Draco!" Snape snapped at him and the room fell silent. Draco smoothed his rumpled clothing and met the Professor's eyes, "Check yourself! Forget Weasley and see to your Grail."

Hermione sat on the floor, still bewildered and absently clutching her head. Draco yelped and ran to her, swooping her up in his arms, "Mina darling, are you alright?" She nodded a small yes, her eyes never leaving Ron.

Ron stood slowly, his body ached and his brain throbbed as Hermione began to sob wildly, "I thought you loved me Ron!"

Ron glared at her, "I do love you, why the hell do you think I am so angry Mione? You are supposed to be mine not fucking Draco-Bloody-Malfoy's!"

Hermione wailed again, "But I love him Ron."

The room had taken a slightly melodramatic turn and Dumbledore knew it was time to reign in the Order of hormone filled teenagers. "Students, this sort of behavior is unacceptable. Mr. Malfoy no violence! Mr. Weasley, this is out of your hands now, all of this..." He motioned to the couple on the floor, "This is something you can no longer exercise any control over. You must find a way to reconcile your love for Miss Granger with your feelings of possession. Draco will care for her and you must protect her Ronald. If we cannot form a bond how are we ever to protect our Grail from Lord Voldemort?"

Harry scowled at the name, "Does Voldemort know sir?"

Dumbledore nodded no gravely, "But he does know that the heirs of the houses are alive and that the Grail, although long dormant, must again rise before his defeat. He is looking, always waiting, always listening. This is where you, Ginevra, become invaluable. You are our secret keeper; you must never breathe a word of this to anyone outside of the Order."

Ginny paled, "I am the secret keeper?"

Dumbledore smiled broadly at her, "Yes Ginevra you are. Your symbol, the simple chalice is a keeper of great things. For one must know that it is not the cup that is of great value, it is the contents." Ginny studied her mark, the design was simple, the stem of the cup was a tree trunk, the branches swirled up support a simple green bowl, inside the bowl was a pool of liquid silver. The mark was silent, not a stir from her wrist.

"But…" Dumbledore continued, "Ginevra, you too are protected by your divine partner in this Order, I am sure you can guess who that is…"

She looked about the room, "Harry?" Dumbledore inclined his head; she squealed a bit, "I get Harry?"

Harry took her hand and kissed it softly, "You know Gin it may be I who gets you." He kissed her cheek.

Dumbledore chuckled, "You receive one another, as Hermione receives Draco, as I gave received Professor Snape. Given he isn't my consort, but as you know the Professor has been my intellectual partner for years."

Draco snorted, "I don't see how that works, I thought you will still in the service of the Dark Lord Severus."

Snape glowered at him, "I would ask you to censor your comments Draco, your Godfather or not."

The chatter I the room ceased as the students looked from Snape to Draco and back. Hermione stood woozily from the couch and put her hand on Draco's shoulder, "Snape is your Godfather?"

"Professor Snape to you Miss Granger, and yes I am his Godfather, I am surprised Draco has not mentioned this before, surely you appraise my favor." They were all aware of Malfoy's preferential treatment in Potions, this is was the missing piece of the puzzle.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Miss Granger, am I to understand that you have not informed Mr. Malfoy of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Hermione paled, "It isn't my secret to share Professor."

"That was sound judgment Hermione, but I am afraid that he will need to be initiated into the Order as well, we cannot very well exclude Draco now that he is bound to you. It is unwise to have a member that is not a Phoenix in this Order."

Draco shrugged Hermione's arm off, "Am I to understand that everyone in this room is part of another order, except myself?"

Harry grinned at him, "Well you know mate, prior to this you weren't exactly lining up to defect Voldemort."

Ron growled at Harry, "Did you just call Malfoy mate Harry? What the fuck!"

Harry gave Ron a withering look, "I have been in this for a few months Ron, it isn't as if I haven't hung out with Malfoy a load. The bloke has right good beer."

Draco laughed at the statement, "That I do Potter, damn good beer."

Dumbledore stood, "At that let us conclude this meeting. Draco, Hermione, I would ask that you escort the remainder of your Order to the Head commons to discuss the Order of the Phoenix. As well, Mr. Weasley, I expect you to make a semblance of peace with Mr. Malfoy by the end of this evening. We will meet once a week from here on out, Tuesdays at 5pm. Goodnight Order." They murmured their goodbyes and left for the common area.


A/N: So there you have it. Poor, poor Ron, he is the only member without a divine partner. I shall have to take care of that now wont I? Okay, about 30 more chapters left to post. I am typing as fast as my hands, and my schedule permits. Thank you all for the tremendous support, this is my first published fic and it has been completely rewarding to post it online.

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