AN: Okey-dokey. Let us read, shall we? We shall. ::covers mouth with white
gloved hand and giggles in a Southern accent::
Disclaimer: NO! QUEEN JKR OWNS THE WORLD!!!
Chapter 25: Sequanas, Lonliness, And the REAL Monsieur Bouvier
"Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" By: WHAM!
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah)
You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My beats per minute never been the same
'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on, baby, let's not fight
We'll go dancing, everything will be all right
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah, baby)
(Jitterbug)
(Jitterbug)
Cuddle up, baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can dance, we'll stay home instead
(Jitterbug)
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
Wake me up before you go-go, don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Take me dancing
~*~*~*~*~
Narcissa Malfoy looked out the cold window. Lucius should have been asleep by now, but his bed room light was still glowing. He had been staying up later, nowadays. With all this stuff about the rising of the Dark Lord, Voldemort's inner circle had been working overtime to make sure things went smoothly.
Why are you so daft?, Narcissa thought, No matter what, there will always be someone to object to your powers...
Narcissa decided it was time to play the role of Caring Wife. She creaked down many staircases and corridors.
"Lucius? Are you still up?" Narcissa whispered as she came upon his door which was left ajar.
"Yes, 'Cissy." Lucius's stiff voice reverberated on the walls.
"Darling, you are being dreadfully overworked. I shan't stand for this, not under my roof. Get to bed, Lucy." Narcissa whispered, coming up behind him in his desk chair. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
"I told you not to call me that." Lucius said, despite a rare, sloppy grin.
"Come now, honey, get to bed. I just can't stand it when you are up half the night. It leaves me disconcerted and unsettled." Narcissa whispered, pressing on. She would take advantage of this opportunity. After all, it wasn't everyday that Lucius was even approachable.
"I guess you are right. I have been a little tense this week." Lucius said, getting up and adjusting his long nightshirt. He yawned and stretched. "Good night, Giggles."
"Good night, Nibbler." Narcissa said, inwardly wincing at their pet names.
She closed his door and sat down on the carpeted floor outside it. Today was Tuesday and she did not feel like being caught. Soon the snores came, loud and consistent. Narcissa pulled up her blue night robe to enable her feet better. She quickly padded down the halls, her robe dragging behind her.
She was rushing as she opened the door, quietly. She peeked back in the direction of Lucius's chamber, all lights were out. She pulled up her hood and began to make her quick and silent way to the forest. The small brook greeted her as she broke into a run into the depths of endless trees.
She reached a newly designated spot, a small patch of treeless grass where you could look up and see a small part of the velvety purple midnight sky. Narcissa sat down and took off her robe, leaving on a long-sleeved Quidditch jersey that said, "Grrr! N. MALFOY".
John Paul abruptly appeared over her. She gasped and let out a small yelp. He snickered.
"JOHN PAUL BOUVIER!! I ought to kill you for what you just did!" Narcissa screamed. (AN: I just revealed who Monsieur Bouvier is, [if ya haven't guessed yet])
"Can I 'elp it if you are zooo scaired?" John Paul said, trying to look innocent.
Narcissa smiled warmly and offered him a seat on the grass. "Ooo, eesn't thiiz a roman-c-tic spot. I wonder who choose it." He said sarcastically.
"Well, right now you had better like this romantic spot."
"Why, Rosy Cheeks?" He asked.
"Because unless you like and pick the romantic spots, you ain't getting any!" Narcissa giggled at her slang. John Paul leant over and kissed her passionately.
"Oh, but I think I can get some." He whispered, and fell to the ground, lying down. While he did this, he brought Narcissa with him. They kissed some more. And then things became intimate. The shedding of clothing was inevitable on this cool, rare night in early February. Narcissa felt shameless as she looked at John Paul, and she felt shameless about her withering old self.
Narcissa also felt shameless about what they did shortly after they shed clothing. She pressed into him and he whispered the most lovable things into her ear.
Afterwards, when they were simply lying and facing the sky, John Paul whispered more to the night than to anyone particular, "What a Garden of Eden we hay-ve, the lost souls yearning to crave, but what am I called for? To nurture the forgotten, and to help the right to soar. A long time ago the stars alined, and forever love has been intertwined."
They lay in silence for a moment. "That was beautiful." Narcissa whispered.
"That is my reason." John Paul kissed her neck, even though Narcissa wasn't sure he had meant what the statement was intended for: the reason for the poem, or reason for his existence.
"You really are something, y'know that? You really are." Narcissa replied as a bird flew overhead.
It began to rain, more like a light sprinkle. They stayed there, wearing only knickers, welcoming the water from the sky. It was something about the rain that meant magic and something celestial and forbidden.
~*~*~*~
Blaise looked on in her Cauldra-Spy 2006. That Mrs. Malfoy was going to be in big trouble if Mr. Malfoy ever found out about her little escapades with the devilishly handsome man.
She sat back and wondered why love was never granted for her. Hermione was obviously watching someone, what with late night gazing and the zoning out in class. Pansy was actually pregnant! That Zach guy must be embarrassed for not being a "gentleman". And Millicent, Blaise tried to block what she had found when looking for dirt on her friend. She had been spying, more like stalking. Millicent walked into a storage room full of boxes. Blaise followed. Millicent giggled. Blaise craned her neck to see over a particularly large box and there Millicent was, going to First Base with Ron Weasley of Gryfiindor.
Blaise was scarred. She took time out of her gossip gathering. She spent more time locked up in her room. Draco came by a few times, claiming that he was checking plumbing. He was really taking Hermione's knickers. Crabbe and Goyle came too, except they were looking for the loo. Cody came by often. He said things about looking after Blaise's well being.
Blaise closed her eyes. How is it that someone can be surrounded by people, yet so alone?
She heard rustling on the stairs and someone open the door. Blaise listened to the footsteps. Heavy, yet cautious in a light manner. Blaise new it was Pansy. "Hey, Panz."
"Hi, Blazers." Pansy replied from her bed. "Ugh. What a day."
Blaise opened her eyes and turned around to face the roommate. "Really? What happened?"
"Well, it seems since Baby is a creature that she is growing fast. At least I don't have morning sickness, but I have a small belly now." Pansy said, rubbing a small, protruded spot.
"Thought of any names?" Blaise ventured, instead of denying Pansy's fetal flab.
"I'm not sure. I was thinking of something delicate and pretty," Pansy's eyebrows furrowed. "Donatella? Maybe? Miranda? Or Samantha... There are really so many names out there. I think I'll wait 'til Zeke comes. Then we'll discuss what to name this dear child."
"Hmm, I think Shea or Fara would be good." Blaise offered.
"Yeah.. or Astrid or Kendra, that means magical water baby." Pansy said. "I think I had better make a list."
"Yeah!" Blaise said with fake enthusiasm.
"Oh, Blazers, why haven't you been to class lately? We all miss you." Pansy questioned, remembering why Blaise was there during her free period from Care of Magical Creatures (Pansy was always nautious when those animals were around).
"I... Don't feel well. Lately I have been having this weird feeling. As if everything around me is about to tumble down." Blaise said, it was true, but not why she skipped class.
"Hmmm." Pansy said, getting out parchments to write out names and meanings and like-ability (One out of five quill marks =bad, five out of five =perfect.)
~*~*~*~*~
Everyone was into the spirit of early February, so Hermione noticed. Everyone was wearing some shade of red or pink to start off the first school day of the month correctly. Hermione was going to wear this bra and underwear set, all pink with tiny hearts to form words, but she had looked and looked and never found. It was the oddest thing. She even had them set out in the lavatory with her robes and uniform for today.
Hermione had to cut a piece of ribbon and tie her hair with it. She loathed bright pink, but the faded colour was okay. Today at lunch Dumbledore had announced a dance masquerade for the special fourteenth of the month. The first masquerade in the history of Hogwarts. Everyone was supposed to depict a couple who were in love, preferably famous. Hermione was at loss. What if the guy she was losing *things* to in her dreams never asked her? She would be crushed.
Hermione then vowed that she would say yes to the first person to ask her. At that moment Crabbe asked her. She decided that the next person should take her.
Now everyone was staring at each other with googly eyes, all sappy and romantic. It made her want to hurl.
"Alrit, class!" Hagrid boomed, bringing Hermione to reality. "I brought in a creature! The Sequana. Now, can enyone tell me what it does?"
Hermione slowly raised her hand, "A Sequana heals things. It was first thought of after the Celtic goddess who healed people. They thought to name it Sequana because, like the Irish goddess, it let water pour from its webbed hands or paws. The water has healing powers to help whomever the Sequana chooses."
Hagrid nodded and smiled ruefully. "Right on the dipper, there, 'Ermione." He gave her a look that gave appreciation. "Today you will be partnered up with someone and you will each take care of one Sequana. You must feed it, provide it with shelter and hopefully keep it alive until February 23rd. Now, fer the pertners...." He began to name people.
"Let's see, Hermione with... Draco? And...." Hagrid gave her a look that said he was sorry.
Hermione went into a cold sweat. She started thinking of what to do. 'Now don't duel all over him!' She told herself. He walked over to her and looked very nervous.
"Don't worry about the Sequana," she told him. "They are very good creatures. All they need is a supply of fruits and to live in a sunny area."
Draco nodded, "Yeah."
Hagrid came over and gave them a creature only to be described as cute. It was a tiny little ball of a creature, its fur blue dotted with green. It looked like a small kitten and giggled as Hermione held it.
"Aww," Hermione cooed, tickling it gently under its chin. It was very much like a blue kitten with webbed paws and little white wings. "Isn't she cute?"
"She?" Draco asked, coming up behind Hermione for a better view.
"Yes, she. Don't look so shocked." Hermione replied, letting it gnaw on her finger.
"Oh," Draco noticed the markings of the female gender on it. White underbelly fur.
"You want to hold her?" Hermione asked.
"Erm, sure." Draco said, and they awkwardly passed the Sequana between each other. Hermione wanted to do the high-pitched squealing thing when she saw how cute they were together, the bad arse and the itty bitty Sequana.
"Oh, how cute!" She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice, but failed miserably. "We should name her."
"How about Pitt?" Draco suggested. Hermione pulled a face.
"Eew, how about Hephaestus?" Hermione asked.
"Wa?" He replied, looking confused.
"It means Goddess of Fire. I thought it would be ironic. Either that or Sabrina, Goddess of Water in Celtic Mythology." Hermione answered.
"How about we think about it." Draco said, smiling softly down to the Sequana. The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. "I'll take this lil bugger for the day."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
AN: Aww! I did look up all that stuff on Celtic Mythology, and the Goddess of Fire name is Greek. I think that Hephaestus was one of Athena's four daughters... I can't remember if it was necessarily Athena or not. Everything except "Hephaestus" that has to do with mythology is Celtic. GO IRISH!!! ; D
Reviewer Reply:
The *REAL* Ravyn Nyte- I honestly did not know vampires don't dream. Wow, what a lucky guess! Well, I *am* psychic. ::smirks like a arrogant pig:: And fathom means understand, (as I am sure you knew that), and it comes from the Harry Potter books. And my friend took that quiz too and she got DumbA$$. Suits her! ::cackles:: You see, we are in an all out war right now. Currently I cannot move my knee from where she kicked it and my shin actually bled! My poor shin! I got her good too, though. Not as bad, mind you, but we went to the office because I was in pain. We told the nurse I fell and tried to hold onto my friend, causing her to trip also. She looked at my shin and said, "That's an odd place to get hurt falling." My friend and I were in tears it was sooo funny. The nurse played into our story so well it was pathetic! My, I rambled! SORRY! THANKS!!!
Pandora- I like you, you are good, you are great, you are the best! LOL. Hmm, I am not sure if I'll do a sequel. I have to see where this ends up. I think it all depends on Pansy, but my plans may change. Thanks for the review!
Melissa- Yay! You're back. I hope, you know you could be someone else... Yeah, well thanks for the reviewing I hope you caught up!
Blue-strawberry52- I know, I know, poo heads can be sooo surprising! I mean look at Dra- I mean Malfoy. Big poo head. And I must say he is trying. Thanks for the review and hopefully Zeke will show up soon to save the day!!
Sailor Heart- I'm not so sure as to how to set that up... But I do have an idea as to how to get the love birds together!! Someone ::glares at character:: needs to get some *balls*. ::looks at character, asking it to challenge:: ::hot male character blushes and hides face from public:: Thanks for the review!
O.B.I.M.- HEY! Who said you could own Tom Felton!?! Besides, by the next day there wouldn't be any energy left in the poor guy. ::lifts eyebrows suggestively:: And if you stop the VHS/ DVD on The Philosopher's Stone, on the part where "Oliver Wood" (Seany Boy) is wrestling the 'bludger' on the grass it is pretty funny. His bum is in the air and it looks as if he is doing something else ::snickers::.
Mindy Macule- Oh, no! Not another initialed name!! I've gotten to this so far: Draco Malfoy. I Love. T.O.W.? Hmmm.... try to decode this: my OOOH is Tom Felton, Sean Biggerstaff, Orlando Bloom, and Heath Ledger. O.O.O.H. = )
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Thanks to all the reviewers, you guys keep me going!!!
Thanks to all you readers too!
Mwah! Kisses! Oh, yes, a REVIEWER POLL: send in Votes on Pansy's baby's name (either gender) and tell me whether you like Hephaestus or Sabrina better!! Thanks and I will be waiting for the results.
As they say in my school: Your Vote Counts!
~*~*~Red Heart~*~*~ (from quiz "What Colour is Your Heart?")
Disclaimer: NO! QUEEN JKR OWNS THE WORLD!!!
Chapter 25: Sequanas, Lonliness, And the REAL Monsieur Bouvier
"Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" By: WHAM!
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah)
You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My beats per minute never been the same
'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on, baby, let's not fight
We'll go dancing, everything will be all right
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah, baby)
(Jitterbug)
(Jitterbug)
Cuddle up, baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can dance, we'll stay home instead
(Jitterbug)
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
Wake me up before you go-go, don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Take me dancing
~*~*~*~*~
Narcissa Malfoy looked out the cold window. Lucius should have been asleep by now, but his bed room light was still glowing. He had been staying up later, nowadays. With all this stuff about the rising of the Dark Lord, Voldemort's inner circle had been working overtime to make sure things went smoothly.
Why are you so daft?, Narcissa thought, No matter what, there will always be someone to object to your powers...
Narcissa decided it was time to play the role of Caring Wife. She creaked down many staircases and corridors.
"Lucius? Are you still up?" Narcissa whispered as she came upon his door which was left ajar.
"Yes, 'Cissy." Lucius's stiff voice reverberated on the walls.
"Darling, you are being dreadfully overworked. I shan't stand for this, not under my roof. Get to bed, Lucy." Narcissa whispered, coming up behind him in his desk chair. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
"I told you not to call me that." Lucius said, despite a rare, sloppy grin.
"Come now, honey, get to bed. I just can't stand it when you are up half the night. It leaves me disconcerted and unsettled." Narcissa whispered, pressing on. She would take advantage of this opportunity. After all, it wasn't everyday that Lucius was even approachable.
"I guess you are right. I have been a little tense this week." Lucius said, getting up and adjusting his long nightshirt. He yawned and stretched. "Good night, Giggles."
"Good night, Nibbler." Narcissa said, inwardly wincing at their pet names.
She closed his door and sat down on the carpeted floor outside it. Today was Tuesday and she did not feel like being caught. Soon the snores came, loud and consistent. Narcissa pulled up her blue night robe to enable her feet better. She quickly padded down the halls, her robe dragging behind her.
She was rushing as she opened the door, quietly. She peeked back in the direction of Lucius's chamber, all lights were out. She pulled up her hood and began to make her quick and silent way to the forest. The small brook greeted her as she broke into a run into the depths of endless trees.
She reached a newly designated spot, a small patch of treeless grass where you could look up and see a small part of the velvety purple midnight sky. Narcissa sat down and took off her robe, leaving on a long-sleeved Quidditch jersey that said, "Grrr! N. MALFOY".
John Paul abruptly appeared over her. She gasped and let out a small yelp. He snickered.
"JOHN PAUL BOUVIER!! I ought to kill you for what you just did!" Narcissa screamed. (AN: I just revealed who Monsieur Bouvier is, [if ya haven't guessed yet])
"Can I 'elp it if you are zooo scaired?" John Paul said, trying to look innocent.
Narcissa smiled warmly and offered him a seat on the grass. "Ooo, eesn't thiiz a roman-c-tic spot. I wonder who choose it." He said sarcastically.
"Well, right now you had better like this romantic spot."
"Why, Rosy Cheeks?" He asked.
"Because unless you like and pick the romantic spots, you ain't getting any!" Narcissa giggled at her slang. John Paul leant over and kissed her passionately.
"Oh, but I think I can get some." He whispered, and fell to the ground, lying down. While he did this, he brought Narcissa with him. They kissed some more. And then things became intimate. The shedding of clothing was inevitable on this cool, rare night in early February. Narcissa felt shameless as she looked at John Paul, and she felt shameless about her withering old self.
Narcissa also felt shameless about what they did shortly after they shed clothing. She pressed into him and he whispered the most lovable things into her ear.
Afterwards, when they were simply lying and facing the sky, John Paul whispered more to the night than to anyone particular, "What a Garden of Eden we hay-ve, the lost souls yearning to crave, but what am I called for? To nurture the forgotten, and to help the right to soar. A long time ago the stars alined, and forever love has been intertwined."
They lay in silence for a moment. "That was beautiful." Narcissa whispered.
"That is my reason." John Paul kissed her neck, even though Narcissa wasn't sure he had meant what the statement was intended for: the reason for the poem, or reason for his existence.
"You really are something, y'know that? You really are." Narcissa replied as a bird flew overhead.
It began to rain, more like a light sprinkle. They stayed there, wearing only knickers, welcoming the water from the sky. It was something about the rain that meant magic and something celestial and forbidden.
~*~*~*~
Blaise looked on in her Cauldra-Spy 2006. That Mrs. Malfoy was going to be in big trouble if Mr. Malfoy ever found out about her little escapades with the devilishly handsome man.
She sat back and wondered why love was never granted for her. Hermione was obviously watching someone, what with late night gazing and the zoning out in class. Pansy was actually pregnant! That Zach guy must be embarrassed for not being a "gentleman". And Millicent, Blaise tried to block what she had found when looking for dirt on her friend. She had been spying, more like stalking. Millicent walked into a storage room full of boxes. Blaise followed. Millicent giggled. Blaise craned her neck to see over a particularly large box and there Millicent was, going to First Base with Ron Weasley of Gryfiindor.
Blaise was scarred. She took time out of her gossip gathering. She spent more time locked up in her room. Draco came by a few times, claiming that he was checking plumbing. He was really taking Hermione's knickers. Crabbe and Goyle came too, except they were looking for the loo. Cody came by often. He said things about looking after Blaise's well being.
Blaise closed her eyes. How is it that someone can be surrounded by people, yet so alone?
She heard rustling on the stairs and someone open the door. Blaise listened to the footsteps. Heavy, yet cautious in a light manner. Blaise new it was Pansy. "Hey, Panz."
"Hi, Blazers." Pansy replied from her bed. "Ugh. What a day."
Blaise opened her eyes and turned around to face the roommate. "Really? What happened?"
"Well, it seems since Baby is a creature that she is growing fast. At least I don't have morning sickness, but I have a small belly now." Pansy said, rubbing a small, protruded spot.
"Thought of any names?" Blaise ventured, instead of denying Pansy's fetal flab.
"I'm not sure. I was thinking of something delicate and pretty," Pansy's eyebrows furrowed. "Donatella? Maybe? Miranda? Or Samantha... There are really so many names out there. I think I'll wait 'til Zeke comes. Then we'll discuss what to name this dear child."
"Hmm, I think Shea or Fara would be good." Blaise offered.
"Yeah.. or Astrid or Kendra, that means magical water baby." Pansy said. "I think I had better make a list."
"Yeah!" Blaise said with fake enthusiasm.
"Oh, Blazers, why haven't you been to class lately? We all miss you." Pansy questioned, remembering why Blaise was there during her free period from Care of Magical Creatures (Pansy was always nautious when those animals were around).
"I... Don't feel well. Lately I have been having this weird feeling. As if everything around me is about to tumble down." Blaise said, it was true, but not why she skipped class.
"Hmmm." Pansy said, getting out parchments to write out names and meanings and like-ability (One out of five quill marks =bad, five out of five =perfect.)
~*~*~*~*~
Everyone was into the spirit of early February, so Hermione noticed. Everyone was wearing some shade of red or pink to start off the first school day of the month correctly. Hermione was going to wear this bra and underwear set, all pink with tiny hearts to form words, but she had looked and looked and never found. It was the oddest thing. She even had them set out in the lavatory with her robes and uniform for today.
Hermione had to cut a piece of ribbon and tie her hair with it. She loathed bright pink, but the faded colour was okay. Today at lunch Dumbledore had announced a dance masquerade for the special fourteenth of the month. The first masquerade in the history of Hogwarts. Everyone was supposed to depict a couple who were in love, preferably famous. Hermione was at loss. What if the guy she was losing *things* to in her dreams never asked her? She would be crushed.
Hermione then vowed that she would say yes to the first person to ask her. At that moment Crabbe asked her. She decided that the next person should take her.
Now everyone was staring at each other with googly eyes, all sappy and romantic. It made her want to hurl.
"Alrit, class!" Hagrid boomed, bringing Hermione to reality. "I brought in a creature! The Sequana. Now, can enyone tell me what it does?"
Hermione slowly raised her hand, "A Sequana heals things. It was first thought of after the Celtic goddess who healed people. They thought to name it Sequana because, like the Irish goddess, it let water pour from its webbed hands or paws. The water has healing powers to help whomever the Sequana chooses."
Hagrid nodded and smiled ruefully. "Right on the dipper, there, 'Ermione." He gave her a look that gave appreciation. "Today you will be partnered up with someone and you will each take care of one Sequana. You must feed it, provide it with shelter and hopefully keep it alive until February 23rd. Now, fer the pertners...." He began to name people.
"Let's see, Hermione with... Draco? And...." Hagrid gave her a look that said he was sorry.
Hermione went into a cold sweat. She started thinking of what to do. 'Now don't duel all over him!' She told herself. He walked over to her and looked very nervous.
"Don't worry about the Sequana," she told him. "They are very good creatures. All they need is a supply of fruits and to live in a sunny area."
Draco nodded, "Yeah."
Hagrid came over and gave them a creature only to be described as cute. It was a tiny little ball of a creature, its fur blue dotted with green. It looked like a small kitten and giggled as Hermione held it.
"Aww," Hermione cooed, tickling it gently under its chin. It was very much like a blue kitten with webbed paws and little white wings. "Isn't she cute?"
"She?" Draco asked, coming up behind Hermione for a better view.
"Yes, she. Don't look so shocked." Hermione replied, letting it gnaw on her finger.
"Oh," Draco noticed the markings of the female gender on it. White underbelly fur.
"You want to hold her?" Hermione asked.
"Erm, sure." Draco said, and they awkwardly passed the Sequana between each other. Hermione wanted to do the high-pitched squealing thing when she saw how cute they were together, the bad arse and the itty bitty Sequana.
"Oh, how cute!" She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice, but failed miserably. "We should name her."
"How about Pitt?" Draco suggested. Hermione pulled a face.
"Eew, how about Hephaestus?" Hermione asked.
"Wa?" He replied, looking confused.
"It means Goddess of Fire. I thought it would be ironic. Either that or Sabrina, Goddess of Water in Celtic Mythology." Hermione answered.
"How about we think about it." Draco said, smiling softly down to the Sequana. The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. "I'll take this lil bugger for the day."
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AN: Aww! I did look up all that stuff on Celtic Mythology, and the Goddess of Fire name is Greek. I think that Hephaestus was one of Athena's four daughters... I can't remember if it was necessarily Athena or not. Everything except "Hephaestus" that has to do with mythology is Celtic. GO IRISH!!! ; D
Reviewer Reply:
The *REAL* Ravyn Nyte- I honestly did not know vampires don't dream. Wow, what a lucky guess! Well, I *am* psychic. ::smirks like a arrogant pig:: And fathom means understand, (as I am sure you knew that), and it comes from the Harry Potter books. And my friend took that quiz too and she got DumbA$$. Suits her! ::cackles:: You see, we are in an all out war right now. Currently I cannot move my knee from where she kicked it and my shin actually bled! My poor shin! I got her good too, though. Not as bad, mind you, but we went to the office because I was in pain. We told the nurse I fell and tried to hold onto my friend, causing her to trip also. She looked at my shin and said, "That's an odd place to get hurt falling." My friend and I were in tears it was sooo funny. The nurse played into our story so well it was pathetic! My, I rambled! SORRY! THANKS!!!
Pandora- I like you, you are good, you are great, you are the best! LOL. Hmm, I am not sure if I'll do a sequel. I have to see where this ends up. I think it all depends on Pansy, but my plans may change. Thanks for the review!
Melissa- Yay! You're back. I hope, you know you could be someone else... Yeah, well thanks for the reviewing I hope you caught up!
Blue-strawberry52- I know, I know, poo heads can be sooo surprising! I mean look at Dra- I mean Malfoy. Big poo head. And I must say he is trying. Thanks for the review and hopefully Zeke will show up soon to save the day!!
Sailor Heart- I'm not so sure as to how to set that up... But I do have an idea as to how to get the love birds together!! Someone ::glares at character:: needs to get some *balls*. ::looks at character, asking it to challenge:: ::hot male character blushes and hides face from public:: Thanks for the review!
O.B.I.M.- HEY! Who said you could own Tom Felton!?! Besides, by the next day there wouldn't be any energy left in the poor guy. ::lifts eyebrows suggestively:: And if you stop the VHS/ DVD on The Philosopher's Stone, on the part where "Oliver Wood" (Seany Boy) is wrestling the 'bludger' on the grass it is pretty funny. His bum is in the air and it looks as if he is doing something else ::snickers::.
Mindy Macule- Oh, no! Not another initialed name!! I've gotten to this so far: Draco Malfoy. I Love. T.O.W.? Hmmm.... try to decode this: my OOOH is Tom Felton, Sean Biggerstaff, Orlando Bloom, and Heath Ledger. O.O.O.H. = )
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Thanks to all the reviewers, you guys keep me going!!!
Thanks to all you readers too!
Mwah! Kisses! Oh, yes, a REVIEWER POLL: send in Votes on Pansy's baby's name (either gender) and tell me whether you like Hephaestus or Sabrina better!! Thanks and I will be waiting for the results.
As they say in my school: Your Vote Counts!
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