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ADULT THEMES AND SOME MILD ADULT LANGUAGE

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Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of JK Rowling.

This story along, is my creation.

Chapter 36: I Can Hear The Bells

"I can express no kinder sign of love,
than this kind kiss."
Shakespeare, from Henry VI Act I Scene I

The black cloth bag was pulled from his head. Ollivander looked around at the dark room, The cold surrounded him and the footfalls of the person behind him, sounded harsh on the stone floor. His eyes were adjusting to new darkness and he wasn't sure but the walls seemed to be moving. "Where am I?" Ollivander's harsh voice crackled round the room.

"Silence old man."

Ollivander knew the voice, he knew it very well. "Not again." Slumping his head forward he couldn't believe that Rabastan Lestrange was behind him, again. This was becoming a joke, how many times was he going to be kidnapped? "I thought Voldemort was dead."

"And so he is." The figure in the doorway seemed obscured, it was as if it was made form wisps of material and smoke. "I have some questions for you Mr Ollivander."

"Is that you, Lucius Malfoy?" It couldn't be, it looked more like a ghost than a man. "Elm wood with a Dragon heartstring, six inches if I remember."

"Eight." Lucius corrected.

"What is you want, Lucius?" Ollivander felt close to everyone he had ever served, he could remember them by their wands, if by nothing more. He had often seen Lucius walking through Diagon alley.

"I believe there is a way to combine wands, is this true?" He voice cold and unforgiving. He eyed the small thin man with some suspicion. Would Ollivander lie to him, he should see why.

"It depends." Ollivander was not about to say yes, and true, it did depend, it depended on the wands and weather the wand maker would do it. He wanted to know more about what Lucius had in mind, he had lasted out against the Dark Lord for a wile, and Ollivander didn't think Lucius was that powerful, well, not yet.

Fleur stepped out of 'Bewitching Bride', the long bag draped over her arm. She could not see Victoria and wondered if she was still next door. Glancing in the window of the small 'Glorious Grooms' shot, Fleur could see Victoria chatting to the tall shop assistant. An elderly wizard in a black tuxedo with a purple bow tie. His short grey hair hung down to his ears and she assumed he must be the husband of Mrs Carla Mooble, the little old witch that ran the bridal shop. The air smelt sweet and the numerous patrons rushing up and down the alley were, almost all, heavily engrossed in mindless chatter. Stepping into the small shop she could see a single row of suits hanging along the main wall opposite the counter. Looking along she could see a suit for every house in Hogwarts and some very lavish, gold and silver trimmed, long-tail suites. "Victoria, 'ave you finished?"

Victoria turned to see Fleur carrying the large bag with it's purple of silver filigreed lettering. "Is that the nice one with the ribbons?" She asked, knowing full well it was, her and Fleur had been eyeing it up for months, it was so beautiful, Fleur had even said she may marry Bill again, just to wear it. "Right.." Turning to the tall wizard who was smiling broadly, she picked up the box from the counter. "Thank you very much, Mr Mooble."

"My pleasure, it is always so nice to see new lovers." Carla walked through a door that separated the two shops and put her arms round Mr Mooble. "It lets us know that love will always be."

Walking down the main street Fleur and Victoria chatted about what they were going to wear. Fleur had a silk dress that she'd asked Bill to floo home for, he had given her a curious look and asked why the dress she was wearing wouldn't do. "The dress I am wearing, No No No, this is a weeding..." Her pronunciation of wedding was met by titters from all the men in the kitchen.

"And quite right Fleur." Molly piped in. "Charlie, go to the attic and fetch me my special dress." Molly smiled at the idea that she would be wearing it again, and then frowned at the thought that it may not fit her anymore. Charlie had huffed and vanished.

After some commotion and much laughter, Bill had finally returned with the correct silk dress. Victoria and Fleur giggled at the memory of poor Hermione and Draco just stood in the middle of the kitchen being left behind as every was sent hither and tither for things by Molly. Blaise had been the only one to actually address them.

"Congratulations." He had beamed at Draco and Hermione. Shaking Draco's hand so hard Draco thought his arm was going to come off, he had whispered, "You're not going to regret this." And hugging Hermione he wished her well. "You'll make an honest man of him."

"I wouldn't go that far." She had said as he put her down. Draco had objected to being talked about in such a manner and Victoria was laughing as Fleur recounted the collision between Charlie and Harry when they were rushing around trying to organise seating, they had both been watching Draco carry a chair out by hand and were that fixated by the spectacle, they had collided.

"Oo." Was all Victoria said as she glanced in the window of a baby shop. A silver cot with a mobile of witches on brooms and moons that sparkled. As she let her eyes wander over the contest of the shop she could see a few baby grows and some lovely large teddy bears, she had a bear so why shouldn't her little one. "I can't wait till me and Blaise come shopping for baby stuff.. Oo, I wonder if they'll still let them in Hogwarts?"

"Let oo in 'ogwarts?" Fleur had been listening to Victoria rattle on but had not been taking that much notice, she wanted to get back to the Burrow and start getting dressed. She had been remembering her wedding to Bill and the wonderful ceremony they had had at the Burrow.

"Our children." She hadn't thought about this when she had come up with her grand plan. "I mean, only children living in the UK got to Hogwarts. I wonder if Neville can get around it for us, I don't want my children going to another school., I have too many memories of the place, Oh Merlin..." She had just thought of something that could very well end up being a bone of contention. "What houses will they be sorted into?" She hadn't thought about this until now, she was from Gryffindor, her husband from Slytherin. Would it matter to him if they ended up in Gryffindor, instead of his own house? She supposed he wouldn't mind so much if they wound up in Ravenclaw, he wouldn't entertain the idea of Hufflepuff, she knew that much. Victoria could see the strange looks she was getting from Fleur and decided this was better forgotten, for now. "Let's get back."

Charlie had just sat down, after heaving through boxes to find his mums dress and then being roped into helping layout tables in the garden, when the crack sounded through the small kitchen and Fidelis and Barton appeared. Barton was holding a black wooden box, decorated with gold leaves and a silver clasp. "What's that?" He asked pointing a finger toward the box.

"Master Blaise asked me to get it from the Malfoy Manor. Barton did good, no one saw Barton, no one did." Looking round the room he couldn't see his master or his mistress. He felt a little glum, he and Fidelis had done as they had been asked, while that snivelling traitor Kreacher had just slammed his head against the cupboard wall when ordered to come out, and their masters had not been waiting for them.

"He's in the garden, down the back in the green house." Charlie said, motioning to the small green house in the back garden. He watched the podgy little elf vanish and then looked at Fidelis. He seemed happier than Barton, he almost always wore a smile and his little suit was clean and pressed. "Harry's out the back helping arrange chairs and tables." Charlie said, half expecting the elf to vanish along with his counter part, but, instead he just stayed in the spot. Charlie looked at him and then noticed the little flower in the elf's lapel. The small forget-me-not looked so endearing. "So, you want to join the party?" Charlie asked and watched as the little elf nodded carefully. "Well, you may get your wish." Sitting back, Charlie looked out of the window at Harry and George, who were vainly trying to catch a pair of enchanted table legs. "You're about the same height as that table."

"What are you doing just sat there..." Molly had just walked into the kitchen from the garden. "Go, take these out and lay them on the tables.. Come on." She handed her son, who gave a grunt at being made to move a set of cloths to be laid on the tables. White and decorated with gold and silver patterns round the sides, Harry had brought them from Grimmuald Place. They had originally been green and silver but, with a little colour change charm, the green had become gold. "Get a move on." She said, scolding her son for tottering slowly. "Is that the time? Kingsley will be here shortly." Turning to face the garden she opened her mouth ready to shout Draco inside and then remembered that Victoria and Fleur had not arrived back yet. "Where are those girls?"

The green flames erupted in the hearth and Molly looked to the two occupants carrying bags and boxes. "Where had you two been? It's almost time."

"Sorry Molly, got side tracked." Victoria said with a smile thinking of the little booties and gloves she had been fawning over in the shop, just a few minutes ago. "Here, this is Draco's and this is Hermione's." She handed the box to Molly but Fleur kept hold of the box.

"Where is the bride?" Fleur asked as Blaise walked through the back door and smiled at the two girls. She could see why Victoria loved him, he was a handsome fellow and he did seem kind. She smiled back. "Where is Bill?"

"Out there." Blaise pointed to the group of men who had formed a circle round George who was wrestling with the table legs. He could see the look on Molly's face and quickly stepped toward his wife, who looked exceptional beautiful after her trip into London, he walked over and put his arms around her. "Get everything?" He asked as Molly screamed from the door step.

"George Weasley. Get up off that floor and come inside and get ready. All of you, come inside." She turned back to the kitchen and, after smiling at Victoria and Fleur she turned back to clip George as he walked into the kitchen, trying to hide behind Harry. He didn't manage it and she caught him a good-one one the back of the head. "Draco, you suit's here." She motioned to the girls stood just inside the fireplace.

Walking over to Victoria and Fleur he nodded a greeting at Blaise. "Let's have a look then." Victoria stepped forward with the box and pulled the lid back to reveal the pure black suit with dark green trimming on the lapels and cuffs and down the outer seam of the trousers.

"I didn't mean that one." Draco said turning to Fleur to take a look at the dress.

Taking hold of his friends shoulder with one large hand and the box in the other. "Come on, mate. Time you got dressed." Blaise guided Draco towards, what used to be, the twins room. "Vi, you gonna go help Hermione into her dress?" Turning his head to smile at his beautiful wife.

"Yes." Victoria smiled back and blushed thinking that, if he stayed like this for the rest of their lives, she would always feel like she did now. "Coming Fleur?" She glanced at the French girl who was pre-occupied with her hair.

"Oui." She saw the bemused look flash past Victoria's eyes and was about to say 'yes' in English but then Victoria gave a nod and they headed off toward Ginny's room on the first floor. "Do you think 'arry will be back in time?" She asked as they climbed the stairs.

"I hope so, it means so much for Mione." Victoria ducked to enter the small door. She had been to this house a couple of times while Blaise was in Austria and she always had the impression that the floors seemed at odds with one and other an the rooms were pushed into places they shouldn't fit, it was like the house had been cobbled together by magic. She saw Hermione sat on the bed before she saw Ginny, who was looking out of the window at the front garden. "Here's your dress, Mione."

Taking the pink box with pink writing from Victoria, she placed it on the bed and opened it. The sharp intake of breath made Ginny run over to see what her friend was so surprised about. Hermione saw the look of awe on Ginny's face and slowly, as if the dress would vanish if touched, lowered her hand to it. A loud crack made Hermione jump and she turned to see Barton stood on the pillow. "You scared me. What do you want?" She watched as the small elf held out a small black, wooden box, she had not noticed in her shock. Taking it from him she unclasped it and opened it. "My Lord, that's beautiful."

"Master Draco asks that you wear it, it belonged to his mother."

In the garden, Molly was ushering people too and fro to help finish things off around the garden. Kingsley had arrived with the Ministry Official, a plump little wizard no more than four feet tall with a full head of white hair and a little white moustache, and after his usual reproaching of Molly, for not visiting, he took the plump little wizard to a white archway made from two rose bushes that seemed to have grown from the ground in that formation. Molly was just about to return to the kitchen to call Draco, her yellow dress spotted with blue flowers seemed to glow in the late afternoon sunlight, when Draco and Blaise walked out from the back door followed by the four Weasley boys. George and Bill had offered to be honour guards and Molly thought they looked marvellous in their little red and gold suits, admittedly a little tight fitting, but they still looked like little princes to their mother. The others, Charlie and Percy had opted for formal black suits and when asked why they were not all in robes, Molly explained that they were opting for more of a muggle wedding for Hermione.

"So, I am a little overdressed then." Laughed Kingsley in his long black and gold ministry robes. "Minerva, you look splendid." He smiled as they all looked round to see the professor walking toward them in her official Hogwarts, dress robes. Long and black with gold trimming and two ribbons from the top of her conical hat.

"Would everyone care to take their places?" Asked the small wizard at the front.

Blaise walked with Draco down the main isle toward the White haired little wizard in black robes. "So, you ready for this?"

"Yeah, mate. I'm ready." Draco ran his fingers through his hand and gave a deep sigh. This had all happened so fast today, he was sure it was what he wanted but, he was so overwhelmed at how so many people who had once hated him, had pulled together for him, him and Hermione.

"What are those?" Blaise motioned to the cuff links glimmering in the orange sunlight. Blaise didn't remember them, why did Draco have them, they seemed and odd thing to have for a Slytherin. "Where'd you get them?"

Draco looked puzzled for a moment, he couldn't work out what it was his friend had seen that seemed to vex him so much that his forehead became a mess of deep lines and his eyebrow seemed to coming off his face it was raised so high, and then he realised. "Oh, these?" Draco shook the little golden cuff links. "I didn't have any so Bill lent me his."

"And you agreed?" Blaise knew Draco had been under pressure but to where those things, Blaise wasn't sure if his friend was thinking with his right mind.

"Hermione is wearing my mums tiara, so I thought it only right, if she can wear that, then I can wear these." Draco really didn't care if Blaise liked the idea or not, this was Hermione's day, his and Hermione's day and they would do what they wanted. Reaching the front of Draco nodded respectfully at the little Ministry Official as Blaise stepped behind him. "You got the rings?"

"Yeah, mate." Blaise produced the two gold and silver rings from his pocket. "Ginny dropped them off for me earlier."

"What?" Draco raised and eyebrow. "Victoria didn't come see you?"

"No." Blaise didn't sound to happy about this. "Haven't been alone since this morning, god I'm dying to get her alone and rip her clothes off."

"Mr Zabini."

The shrill voice from behind him made him cringe and crunch his eyes up. When he opened them he looked at Draco who had glanced round to see who it was and was now unable to look back to him, trying to hold in a laugh. Blaise turned round to see Professor McGonagall, looking rather stern and unimpressed.

"There is a time and place for that kind of thing young man, and I know you had a hard time understand that while you were at school..."

Blaise almost fainted, his teachers knew he was shagging at Hogwarts, how did they know? He was having a hard time keeping his mouth shut and from the grunting sound emanating from his friend, Draco was having a hard time not laughing. Blaise felt so small stood there at twenty, getting a lecture from a former teacher about having sex in school.

"And it seems you never did learn, well, I am glad you had enough sense to marry Miss Frobisher, oh, sorry.." She blushed a little at her mistake. "Mrs Zabini. I just hope you will both be happy." And with that, Minerva pulled a pink handkerchief from her sleeve and started crying.

Quickly, Molly ran over, and guiding Minerva toward a second row seat on the brides side, she turned to the two men who, at seeing their teacher burst into tears, could no longer keep their mouths shut and were stood looking like two frogs waiting for a fly to pass by. "Shut your mouths, you look like goldfish. Don't worry, she always cries at weddings..." Turning to the seated Minerva. "There, there..."

"Well, at least Hermione will get her something blue." Laughed George, motioning toward the crying teacher. The other started smirking but the look from Molly told them all.. 'Laugh and you'll drink through straws.' Even Draco chose to turn away before letting a smile crack his face.

The kitchen door swung open, everyone turned to see if it was the bride. Draco smiling, Blaise beaming but their faces soon dropped.

"I knew it!"

Author's Notes;

oo... Unexpected guest! Uninvited guest? Unwelcome guest?

I hope you liked it and if you think you know what's going to happen in the next chapter, I bet your wrong. HEHE

My thanks go to; --INSERT NAMES HERE BEFORE PUBLISHING--

American readers please remember that here in England, the First Floor is the one above the ground floor, not the same one.

The Burrow – Quick Reference;

FLOORS -ROOMS

Ground - Sitting room, Kitchen & Scullery.

First -Ginny's bedroom & Bill's bedroom.

Second -Percy's bedroom & George's bedroom.

Third -Bathroom.

Fourth -Master bedroom.

Fifth -Ron's bedroom & Attic.

These are taken from the essay; 'How Do We Know The Layout of The Burrow' by John Kearns on HP Lexicon.

Also the line – "Cobbled together by magic" – was from the above Essay, I thought it sounded good.

The title - "I Can Hear The Bells" is the title of a track from 'Hairspray' the movie/musical.