Beware Mischievous Hufflepuffs
Rating: T just to be safe
Genre: comedy/ romance
Facebook Name: Heidi Trower
FFN Name: VanillaJawBreaker
Pairing: Hermione/George
Summary: You can never judge a student by their house. When Christmas break comes to Hogwarts, a pair of Hufflepuffs real holiday havoc. Will the staff and the school manage to survive the onslaught? Can George Weasley help or hurt the school?
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Old man winter had come in the days following the end of the term, by blanketing Hogwarts in a beautiful blanket of snow. Hermione walked out toward the Memorial of the Fallen. In all of her years at Hogwarts she mostly loved seeing the castle and the grounds at winter time. So picturesque. And now that she was a professor here, she would be able to enjoy many more beautiful winters on these grounds. She had been perfecting a spell that would allow flowers to flourish even in the harsh weather. But mostly it was an excuse to spend time among those whose lives ended to save the world. She placed the charm on the small flower arrangement and placed into the ground. Loving how magic allowed her to garden, without even taking off her gloves.
She stood and dusted off the snow that hadn't been absorbed into the fabric of her teaching robe. She said her goodbyes to the departed, wishing them a Happy Christmas. Then she turned to walk back towards the castle. She smiled fondly to find the headmistress looking a bit harried, but relieved to see her.
"Hermione, I figured you would have departed for the holiday break." The elder witch remarked.
"I had plenty of invitations, but with both Ron and Harry in their respective relationships. It just made me feel like extra baggage. And the thought of going home seemed rather, lonely. Besides there are still students and staff here. It won't be too bad."
Minerva just nodded her head. "Well I could use all the help I can get. It appears we have some students vying to unseat the Weasley twins as the biggest pranksters to enter Hogwarts."
"Won't George be put out. It is his legacy after all."
Minerva chuckled. "Well I must say if they ever get to be as bad as those two were. There may not be much of castle left."
"And who are our little hellions?"
"Macie Mclintoch and Ashley Stone."
"Hufflepuffs?" Hermione asked, obviously shocked. Knowing the names of the students from her 4th year History of Magic class.
"Don't be so surprised, dear. Naughtiness can spring up anywhere. But alas they are running amok. The most recent of their pranks have been Yule time inspired. Popping sugar plum candies, quills that when touched turn your hair a festive green or red. Not very attractive. The one I just cleared was 12 foot wide Yule log that was rolling and somehow also burning down the third floor corridor. Peeves, is quite happy with all of the mayhem, that I suspect he's assisting with some of it."
"Oh my. Well then I suppose we should fight fire with fire."
"And how do you propose we should handle this?"
"We call in the big guns!." Hermione said with conspiring smirk.
The floo activated. He looked into the glowing green flames and the face he was greeted with made his heart skip and happy smile appear upon his lips.
"George?" As she called out to him, he lowered himself to floor.
"I'm here, love." He said playfully.
"Mind if I come through?"
"Not at all." He stood but didn't move away, despite the knowledge that Hermione always tumbled out of the floo. And as expected she done so again, but this time fell into his waiting arms. There was a slight gasp and then a chuckle. "Alight there, pet?"
Hermione took a step back so she could brush the soot from her robes. "Yes, of course." She smiled as she looked up into the gleaming blue eyes. Then she rolled her own when he dramatically fell to one knee and took her hand.
"Whatever have I done to have to be so fortunate as to have your award me with your presence?" He then peppered her hand with kisses. Hermione giggled at the display, but yanked her hand away.
"Will you stop?" She asked, feigning annoyance. But deep in her heart she was so glad to see him clowning around. Of course as they all suspected, it took George longer then most to finally come to copes with his brother's death. A part of her thought she'd never see him smile again. To which she began taking a big interest in helping him heal. She'd sent him letters and meaningful presents. Even spent the summer hols helping him with ideas for his shop. Which due to all the support of community was flourishing. "I have come on official Hogwarts business, sent by the Headmistress."
He stood to his full height and squared his shoulders, like a solider. "How may I be of assistance?"
"It appears we have a budding pair of students hoping to claim the crown of most infuriating pranksters, away from you."
The serious face he had instantly changed to one of over dramatic horror as he loudly gasped and grabbed at his chest. "They must be stopped!" Sounding like a General in an army.
"Yes, I figured you'd be completely affronted by this news." She chuckled.
"What is being done to stop them?" He asked after be began pacing.
"Well that brings me to the reason of the visit. We have decided to call upon you to help us deal with the little troublemakers."
"It would be an honor. So I need more info on my targets." Back to his serious militant voice.
"They are two 4th year female Hufflepuffs."
That made George let out a boisterous laugh. "Well in all my years."
Hermione couldn't stop smiling, as it was beginning to hurt, but seeing the light in his eyes was worth it. She went on to explaining some of the more known pranks as described by Minerva. George seemed to be immensely proud of some of them. "I believe Minerva would love to have a word with you to hammer out the details and find a way to use you to straighten them out."
"Now why would I want to a squash two like minded individuals with such talent?"
"Not squash, just gently guide them away from total destruction of the castle and the sanity of the staff." She said with pleading eyes. Hoping to win him over in the sympathy department.
"Well if it will help you retain your precious mind, I will gladly help. Although I may need to offer them a apprenticeship if they are as clever as you claim." She playful slapped his shoulder as she threw a handful of floo powder into his hearth and pushed him into the headmistress office.
Once he made it into the office George stood still and waited as Hermione came tumbling through and ran right into his back. He turned around and held her shoulders. "If you wish to invade my personal space, all you need to do is ask." He said playfully. Hermione blushed at his insinuation and pushed him aside. Which garnered her another loud laugh. As they made there way over toward the elder witch, whom stood with her hands on her hips. Possibly reconsidering bring him into the school for this. She pointed to the chair in front of her desk. And he took a seat.
"Enough foolishness for now, Mr. Weasley."
"Please just call me George. Calling me Mr. Weasley makes me feel like my dad or worst Percy." This was rewarded with a simple chuckle from the taciturn witch.
"Very well, George. As I am sure, Hermione filled you in on the reason we've called you here." George nodded at her. "The main reason is to help us disperse the many pranks that I myself have had some difficulty undoing and maybe encourage the little blighters to stop tormenting the inhabitants of the school."
"I can see what I can do. While it would break my prankster heart to discourage two talented individuals, I can understand the need to calm their reign of terror, by the smallest degree." He said as he gave a sideways glance at Hermione.
"We'd appreciate any help you can provide." Minerva said with a small smile. "Now we will probably require you to stay on here for the duration as we hope to neutralize this before the term resumes. I can asks the elves to prepare one of the guest quarters for you."
"That shouldn't be necessary. I have a spare room in my quarters. No need to make up a whole space." Hermione interjected. Minerva and George gave her a alert stare, concern evident on Minerva face but mischievous on George's
"If you wish me to bed with you, doll. A simple please would suffice." He said with a smirk.
"Stop it, George. It just makes sense since I'll probably be accompanying you around the school and if something comes up we'll be reachable together." Then she looked down, a slight blush shading her cheeks. "And it would be nice to have the company."
Sensing the younger witch's embarrassment, Minerva nodded. "Fine, I'll have the elves prep the room. But no funny business, Mr. Weasley."
"I thought I was here specifically for funny business!" He replied with a twinkle in his eyes. While both women rolled theirs.
It was nearing supper time when George strolled into Hermione's private quarters with a comically large bag in tow.
"Honey! I'm home!" He exclaimed as he dropped his bag with a loud thump!
"What in the name of Merlin did you bring?" Hermione asked, eyes widening.
"All manner of prankster stopping tools. I've decided that I'm adding to my title, George Weasley: Philanthropist, Entrepreneur, Inventor, Self Proclaimed Funny Man and now Prank Breaker!"
"That's quite a mouthful. And I hardly see how you are Philanthropist? And what pray tell is a Prank Breaker?"
"What are you talking about I am a pillar of good will to the community by providing the greatest gift: the joy of laughter." Hermione rolled her eyes. "And much like my brother, I've been called in on my experience to take away the threat of dangerous pranks from this humble school. But unlike Bill, I'm just not erasing dumb old curses."
Hermione stared at George in aghast. "Are you seriously comparing yourself to a Curse Breaker?"
George crossed the room and pulled Hermione into his arms. "I am. But even better and more handsomely." He said with a devilish smirk.
Hermione escaped his embrace. "You're ridiculous." She paused. "Dinner in the Great Hall?"
"Yes, I'm positively famished and I can catch a glimpse of my charges." They made their way to the Great Hall, Hermione turned to him and asked. "Is the shop going to be alright without you?"
He smiled down at her. "Yeah, it will be fine. Lee and I were talking about giving each other a some time away from the shop before the holiday. So it will be fine to take my time early. Not like I had plans, unlike Lee who is romantically involved, wants to spend sometime with his beloved."
"Oh I hadn't realized. But that's good for him. Wouldn't you rather spend the time with your family?"
"I'll spend Eve through Boxing Day with them. That will be enough. Especially since I'll be once again in the company of family at the shop."
"Who?" Hermione asked as she tilted her head to the side. Which George always thought she looked cute when she was puzzled.
"Ron." He paused to see the shock on her face. "He said the Auror life wasn't to his liking. Not sure if my shop will survive his presence. But he wants to come in as a shop manager. Which might be nice."
"I can't believe I hadn't heard this. I suppose I have been avoiding him because of her."
"I have no comment about the young lady that Ron is currently involved."
"Then I'm going to assume you find her to be the most lovely and engaging witch you've ever met." Hermione said jokingly, barely containing her laughter that threaten to bubble over the surface.
"Blasphemy!" George exclaimed as he dramatically grasped his chest. "Ron's taste in women leaves something to be desired, present company excluded."
Hermione blushed. "I appreciate that." Their conversation came to a halt as they entered the Great Hall. Hermione always found the meals during the holidays to be more intimate. While all the tables were mostly empty. The staff and the remaining students would sit in closer proximity. You could also see the couples who were obviously hiding their inter house relationship, sitting close and holding hands. Hermione sighed longingly at the thought of love. Something completely lacking in her world at the moment.
The headmistress say beside Hermione and George. "Evening, hope you have settled in nicely, George?"
"I have, Hermione has been quite accommodating." He replied with wink, while he threw his arm over Hermione's shoulders.
"Those two over there are our troublemakers." Minerva shook her head at him as she deflected the conversation. As she gestured to the two small brunette girls sitting quietly at the Hufflepuff table.
"They look so bloody innocent. It's brilliant!" Hermione could see the light in his eyes and gave a small smile.
"You will be of use to the cause and not encourage this rampage, correct Mr. Weasley?" Having his former head of house address more formally, reminded him of his mission.
"Aye yeh, Captain!" He called out as he saluted her.
His ridiculous display was rewarded with both witches rolling their eyes at him once again, as Hermione suppressed her giggles.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione was venturing out on her nightly patrol with George in tow. "You didn't need to come on my rounds."
"What? I was never a prefect so I never got the chance to walk the halls at night… with permission." He said with mischievous smirk. "Did you ever catch couples, you know?" He asked wagging his eyebrow.
"Yes, or I should say in various stages of hooking up. It was very awkward in my youth, since had little to no experience with being so passionate with anyone."
"Not even with the Bulgarian?" George pried.
"We snogged some. But he was a gentleman for the most part. Actually up until the final battle we were still I suppose, together. We had been pen pals and when things got intense here, he offered to hide my in Bulgaria. Actually he offered to marry me." She said bushing slightly as she noticed that George wasn't exactly looking at her and was nervously rubbing the back of his neck, a family trait she observed over the years. "I obviously turned him down. Telling him I couldn't leave Harry and that I wouldn't dare put his family in danger because of me. I may have broken his heart. Because I haven't heard from him in while." There was a heavy silence. Both lost in their own thoughts. Hermione was wondering if she hadn't turned him down, would she be married by now, possibly a mother.
George turned toward Hermione. "You know Hermione, I….."
His words were cut off by the familiar shrill laughter in the next hallway ahead.
"That would be Peeves." Hermione announced quietly. The pair made their way toward the sound and found the two Hufflepuffs standing in terribly warded alcove with the poltergeist. They couldn't hear what they were saying. Since they were staying in the shadows observing. When they walked away from their alcove. George broke through the measly wards to see the workings of their next prank.
"Amateurs." He proclaimed.
"And what are you, a pro?"
"Of course. Amateur pranksters plan their tricks long before they do them. Strategizing and what not. As a pro, Fred and I wouldn't care for midnight planning sessions. More for the shock factor of initiating our plans in plain sight."
"Seems more reckless, if you ask me." Hermione said crossing her arms over her chest, the true sign of an authority figure. It made George chuckle. He moved close and looked over at her.
"What can I say we lived dangerously." He said with slight husky tone to his voice that made Hermione shiver slightly. Taking a safe step back she removed the evidence of the prank from alcove and handed it to George.
"If it will be useful for you, take them."
"Not without permission, m'lady. I have integrity."
"My apologies." She said playfully. "I suppose we can head back now. Since they have gone now."
"Lead the way, love."
The next day had been rather uneventful, seeing as they took the girls' plans for mischief that day. Hermione and George decided to spend the day at the memorial talking about the days before the war. Reminiscing.
"Those are some very odd flowers, growing in the snow like that." George pondered, as he kicked the snow away from the mysteriously growing flowers.
"Actually it was a charm I made, I hated to think that the memorial would be bare for the winter. So I worked hard to make a spell that would protect the life of the flowers."
"You are one peculiar bird, love."
Their conversation was cut short when they both noticed a very odd grey blob floating nearby. Both George and Hermione approached it, hesitantly.
"We should be wary." Hermione said, for which George scoffed.
"I like to live on the edge." He stepped near to see its soft texture. "It's a cloud. Like a storm cloud." George's fingers moved up to touch it.
"No, don't. It's most likely a prank."
"Are you going to cancel it?" He asked.
"Not so close to the school, no."
"I'm not worried." And before Hermione could stop him, he reached his hand up and popped the cloud. It started to rain down pretty snow flakes. "Oh." Was all he could say as the pair of them were slowly covered in white snow or so it appeared.
"Oh yuck it's sugar." Hermione said as she reached to brush it off her to find the small sticky flakes were all over her robes and her hair. "Oh for Merlin's sake! My hair!"
George chuckled as she tried miserably to remove the sugar snow flakes from her curly main. "I think you look darling." Hermione threw him a side ways glance as she turned around and made a stomping bee line for castle. George used his long strides to catch up with her. "It's not that bad, you'll shower and be fine. That was rather clever. I liked that one." He mused as the pair walked back to Hermione's chambers to clean the sugar off.
"I'm going to wash my hair, once I'm done your are more then welcomed to use the shower."
"Reminding me of my manners, huh?" He asked, cheekily.
"You're damn straight." She responded as she closed and warded the door.
Once they were de-stickified they were lazing about Hermione's sitting area. Hermione was sipping tea as George was entertaining her with the follies of his newest invention.
"The whole lab smelled of sulfur for a month. It was unbearable to even walk by the door."
"I would think by now you would have built up a tolerance to that smell."
"If only! Lee found it particularly funny, seeing as I live on site at least he got a reprieve from when he went home for the day." Hermione chuckled again as George turned his larger form slightly and his thigh brushed against Hermione's. He took a sharp breath. "Are you planning on coming to Christmas at the burrow?" He asked off handedly.
"I wasn't sure if I should." She answered sadly.
"Don't let that harpy dictate spending time with your family." He said as he softly caressed her cheek as Hermione smiled warmly at him. " I can only pray that Ron gets bored of that one soon. Besides it will be fine if you come as my date."
"If I'm family I don't need to be your date. But I accept your invitation any ways." She said with lighter heart. She hated being alone on the holidays.
"How is your parents adoption process going?" He asked.
"Good. They were exceedingly excited to be accepted in the War Orphans Adoption Organization. They are actually going to spend the holiday at the estate to spend time with the child that they are hoping to adopt. He's almost 5 and they think the world of him."
"A little brother for you huh? From personal experience, little brothers are troublesome." He said jokingly.
"I'm sure Ron would be very put out to hear you say that." She said chuckling into her tea.
The rest of their day was spent hanging out and at supper, kept a very close eye on the devilishly ingenious (as George called them) puffs.
Hermione was on edge as they sat in the Great Hall, it was troublesome when they didn't find the girls during the nightly rounds and now they weren't at breakfast. George noticed her stiff form
"It's fine, they are only children." He whispered as he gave her knee a slight comforting squeeze.
But it didn't really help her anxiety. They went through the morning with no incidents. One would assume the storm had passed but Hermione knew it was always quietest before the maelstrom. As she moved through the school she kept her war trained eyes focused. Her reflexes ready to jump into action, her wand ever present was ever present. George was taking a more casual approach. But even he could no longer ignore Hermione's nerves.
"Ok, that's enough love." He said and grabbed Hermione by the wrist and dragged her to the one of the many hidden passage ways. He walked her under the school grounds and then stopped, pulling her close and side-alonged them to the apparition point outside Hogsmead. He guided her to Honeydukes. He handed her the shop's small hand basket. "Buy anything you want! I'm paying."
"You don't have to do that." She said looking up at him.
"Sure I do. I want to spoil you and help get you to relax. Besides I wanted to show you this." He said with proud smile. They ended up in front of display filled with treats with questionable named items. Hermione's eyes widened as she noticed the collaboration.
"Oh my! George! This is amazing! When did this happen?" She grabbed him and hugged him tight. He smiled freely as she squeezed him.
"They approached me last year saying they wanted to use my genius for holiday inspired treats. They had some pretty big ideas and I was able to find fun way to make them reality. And in return they are helping me with the flavors for my snack boxes and of course a cut in the profits."
"This is amazing! I'm so proud of you." She said beaming at him. His heart was full to bursting.
"That means a lot coming from you, love."
They picked up many fun sweets and some gifts for the staff and made their way back to Hogwarts. The warm glow of happiness that they had while they were on their outing brought them to the school grounds, like they were floating. And was instantly broken upon walking inside.
The sound of people yelling and running, brought Hermione and George to attention immediately. They took off toward the sound to find Minerva and several staff member running, while the headmistress yelling out directions. She see the pair running toward them.
"Oh thank Merlin! Where have you been? It's been pandemonium since after lunch."
The pair look at one another, guiltily. "I took Hermione out to pick up some last minute gifts. What's been going on?" George said, taking the blame. Minerva lead them into a empty classroom.
"They have some how devised a dispelling resistant mistletoe." George chuckled, as Minerva as she throws him a disgruntled glare. "You wouldn't laugh if you had shove your tongue down Madam Pince's throat, Mr. Weasley." The thought made George shiver in disgust. "This version is rather persistent about how affectionate one must be to remove the curse. It's put a few of our staff members in some very precarious situations."
Hermione looked up at George as he tried to come up with a plan. "Are they magically appearing kind, or are they innocently put in the open?"
"They magically appear but there is a slight tinkle of bells right before they appear. I gave instructions to the staff to be vigilant and quiet. I've also told everyone to patrol alone so no one is put into a very awkward position."
"We will begin a patrol now as well." Hermione said
"The dungeons haven't been patrolled at the moment. Everyone went to the upper floors and checking the common rooms as well."
Hermione understood. Slytherin house was on her patrol as well. She made her way to leave. But George grabbed her wrist. "Let's go!"
"George, Minerva said we should split up."
"Doll, if I get trapped in one of these things, no offense to the headmistress, whom I'm sure was quite the handsome woman in her day, I'd rather have you close to get me free." And they departed the classroom.
They had silently walked the dungeon halls for about an hour when they heard the bells. They both leaped out of the way and watched the seemingly helpless looking magical mistletoe popped into existence.
They stood on opposite sides of the prank. "So how are we going to get rid of it? Minerva said they can't be expelled with magic."
"I'll let you in on a secret, no magical mistletoe can be removed with magic. The only way is the kiss." He said as he ran charm to check it. He was silent for a moment to observe what he was seeing. "They simply beefed up the charm on it. So I can understand why McGonagall was frazzled by it." Hermione waited for him to explain. "The intent is to make a real go at the kiss the break the charm. So no cheap pecks on the lips."
"I guess they wanted to see the professors have to snog each other."
"It would appear." He said. He stared up at the mistletoe and then down to Hermione. Then he stepped forward, activating the charm. Which stuck him in the spot.
"George!" Hermione yelled as he walked under the charmed plant. Then he reached forward and pulled Hermione close. "Look at what you've done now."
"Hermione, you know me. Ever the opportunist. So I'm seizing this moment." He paused. "Hermione, these last couple of years have been so difficult for me. Losing Fred has been like losing a piece of my soul. I've thought so many dark thoughts and then like a light of dawn rising to scare away the darkness of the night, you came. I may still feel broken at times, but with you I feel like I have a secure bandage putting me back together. Fred and I both saw your potential from the beginning. And sometimes competed to see who could get the coziest or make you blush. He hated me for a exactly an hour when I told him I stole your first kiss.
It's been too long for me to have had these kinds of feeling for you and not have done anything about them. If Fred was around, he would have realized how much I care for you and would have pushed me to go for it. Maybe even challenged me, but without him whispering in my ear, I became complacent with how things had become between us. But now I don't want to spend another day without telling you how much I need you in my life, how much you you mean to me. And the best Christmas gift you could ever give me is to, hopefully, reciprocate my feelings."
Hermione's eyes watered as she heard him pour his heart out to her. All this time she thought his gestures and comments were meant to be playful, but after his admission, she could see no sign of humor present. Just the apprehension of baring it all.
She paused for only a moment to formulate her response. "When I first began talking to you after Fred died, I was accused of taking advantage of your grieving to try and bed you. I was told to leave you alone. But I couldn't. I didn't want to lose you to the darkness. At some point I began to have feelings for you. But told myself that there was no way you would be interested in a relationship so early in your recovery. When you started to come around to your former self, I had told myself I was satisfied with just your friendship. But I'd be lying if I said that hearing you say what you did, didn't give me hope for more. But I don't want to challenge your happiness, if something would happen and we have a falling out."
"Well that's simple." He said as he tilted her head back so she was looking into his eyes. "Just never leave me, and I'll spend the rest of my life keeping you kept in laughter and books." Just as she started to giggle he kissed her. A long overdue kiss, filled with the love and devotion that has simmered between them over the years. One filled with the promise of lasting love. George felt the moment the charm released them. But pressed on. Now that he knew she would be so willing to his advances, he would be hard pressed to find the ability to control himself.
What did bring an end to their intense snogging session was the sound of giggles nearby. When they separated, George called out. "Oy! Get out here I need to have a word."
The two Hufflepuffs came around a corner they stared at the tall handsome red head with starry eyes, that if Hermione could see herself at the moment would probably be mirrored in her own. "Yes, how can we help you?" The taller of the students said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss…"
"Stone, Ashley and this is Macie." The other brunette waved meekly. George got down on one knee to lower himself to their height and extended his hand which in turn the girls took and shook
"So I believe you know who I am." Both girls nodded enthusiastically. "The reason I was brought by was to observe the imaginativeness and quality of your prank work. I must admit that I find that you two have great promise. And would like to make you two an offer." The two girls looked wide eyed at him and stared at one another in complete surprise. "If you all can tone down your powerful imaginations, keep a journal or something and fly right for the rest of your tenure here, do well on your OWLs and NEWTs, I will approach you with an offer to come apprentice with me and my business and maybe let you help with creation."
"Really?" Macie asked
"No way!" Exclaimed Ashley.
"I am a man of my word. And my girl here, Professor Granger will keep me updated on your progress and once you are ready to leave these halls. I'll be here to offer you gainful employment." Both girls looked like they were close to swooning over the opportunity. "Professor Granger and I will draw a written contract that states that you'll cool it for the time being on the pranks, consider them your apprentice thesis and tinker with them. Then bring them to me when I offer you the job."
"Ok." The girls said in unison.
"Keep your noses clean and we will be in touch." The girls smiled at the red head beaming with excitement. "Off you go."
Ashley seeming the be braver one of the two, the Fred of the group. Stopped and asked. "Are you and Professor Granger a couple?" Macie stood further away blushing at her friend. George figured she was the brains of the group, much like himself. He grabbed Hermione by the waist and pulled her close, she squeaked as he squeezed her.
"We sure are, kiddo." He said giving the girl his award winning smile. Ashley grinned widely and ran off with Macie, both giggling like mad as they disappeared down the hall.
"That was brilliant, George. Are you serious about offering them a job." Hermione asked trying to stare up at him, despite their closeness.
"Of course I am. Some of their gags were spot on and with some proper training could be completely profitable. And so as long as their love for the game lives on then, yeah. I'd be a fool to let them get away." Then he turned to have Hermione facing him. "Now back to the matter at hand." He smirked and pulled her in for another kiss. Which Hermione melted into. Once they broke apart. "Well that obnoxious witch better not shoot daggers at my witch at Christmas dinner."
"Your witch?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, love. You will soon find that I am quite possessive of the things and people I care about." He said smoothly as they left the dungeon to go report to Minerva about how George defused their situation.
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