Author's Note: I guess I am wondering if anyone reads these. If you do, I did decide to bring Oliver back for Mags. What can I say, he is adorable! And I think she needs someone to take care of her as Draco does for Mione. So I am toying with her timeline a little, yell and rant if it makes you feel better! Anyway, here goes another chapter.
Disclaimer: See another chapter, it has not changed.
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Mione, Draco, Cho and Justin finished the cleaning from the Frosting Battle and headed in to take showers when a scream was heard from down a teacher's corridor. Mione knew that scream – it was Mags. She took off running as if hellhounds were on her heel with her fellow prefects not too far behind her. He came to a halt outside her room and muttered the password so none of the others heard it. They rushed in to find Mags curled up in the window shaking, tears running down her cheeks. Soon other Professor's were there and that is when Mags seemed to calm down enough that Mione could quit holding and rocking her. She looked into Hermione's eyes and said clearly, "It is coming here…"
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The next day no one who was in her room that night said a thing about it. It was almost as if they ignored it would go away. The prefects set about decorating the Great Hall and the Ball Room for the ball, which was the next Day. Then they would go home for the holidays.
Draco got up and stretched thinking how happy it was that is was a Friday. Then he sat up. Wait! That would make it the Friday after his bet with Mione. This meant…
"Draco! Get your butt over here and get my books slave!" her voice carried through their adjoining wall. He dressed and went over there to accept his fate.
She was dressed and waiting for him with mock impatience, "You forgot did you?"
He grinned and kissed her, " I beg your kind indulgence my lady. But yes I did."
With a little huff, she flounced out the door and he followed quickly, opening doors for her and carrying her books, pulling out her chair at breakfast, serving her food and catering to her. The students watched in amusement as Hermione got her redemption for the Monday before. Then she got up and left the Hall and he once again had to dash after her.
"I gave you warning Mione." He said after he caught up, she grinned and pulled him into an empty classroom with a smile.
"But I am full of surprises Mr. Malfoy." As she kissed him hard and deep. He dropped their books and pulled her into his arms, "And right now I order you to snog with me until potions, where I order you to flirt and have fun with me. It is a double period after all."
Draco grinned and pulled her tighter into his arms, "Yes ma'am!"
Their lips met and parted for their tongues to caress and explore the mouths of the other. They tasted the fruit and juice and the unique flavor of each of them. Hands roved over each other. It was as if the world had gone away. Until they heard the footfalls of students going into the Potions class room. With a groan, they separated and straightened themselves out. Draco stole one last kiss before they headed into the class.
They took their seats and waited for Mags and Snape to quit fighting. It was hilarious to watch them argue. The Oliver poked his head in to steal Harry, and Mags' cheeks flushed and she smiled so sweetly at the former Gryffindor. Harry darted out to talk Quidditch with his former Captain and Mags went back to ripping Snape a new one. The class watched the fight like a tennis match. Finally Mags through up her hands, "FINE! " as she walked back to the storage room she was heard to mutter, "Oh, if only I did not have morals against those things…" shooting Snape evil glares under her lashes.
Snape smugly led the class in an anti-forgetfulness potion. Mags sat off to the side and observed. Then she watched the class and how they reacted to Snape. Poor Neville looked ready to cry. She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat to get his attention.
Snape glared at her and snarled, "Yes Miss Smythe?"
"Call me Mags, and I realize that bellowing and looking furious are great ways to get your point across but hey chocolate and praise are also dandy motivational tools." Even taking your tone down a notch would help; I personally plan to use these ears for several more decades. At least!"
"And you think you could do better?"
She nodded with a sweet smile and cold eyes, "Yes I damn well do."
He snarled and motioned her to the front. She hopped up and mutters a few words. The room brightened and lost some of the dank and dreariness. She picked up where he had left off and soon everyone was brewing away much to her delight and Snape's discomfort. So, she was a better fighter and now it seemed a better instructor that she was. Just damn her to all bloody hell and back. Then he realized that she had in fact been trapped in a very bloody hell since the tender age of nine. His eyes took on a less acidic look after that. She was truly brilliant in the classroom. To look at her you would never know she could save the world with a flick of her wrist…
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After Potions and much flirting that had caused Mags more than her share of exasperation, they Prefects were excused to go and decorate. Since Snape did not want her to 'corrupt' as he put any more students he sent her in his place top supervise. Not that she minded anything to get away from him.
Soon the enchantments were flying and the decorations were filling the Great Hall. Draco and Hermione continued to flirt and play much to everyone else's amusement. Mags just rolled her eyes and looked out the window. She was happy that her cousin was finally acting her age. Maybe she should try to do the same thing.
Muted silver and gold sparkles fell from the ceiling instead of snow. Mistletoe was over every other door. Evergreen bough filled the hall with a holiday aroma. On the tables, there were candles and holly bunches. The wall were decorated with holiday tapestries and gold, silver and cream buntings. The giant tree in the front glimmered and shined. Big glass ornament filled the boughs and a star sparkled from the top. Mags looked around and gave all the prefects thumbs up. After much arguing they decided to decorate the Ball Room in a similar fashion, only adding the ice sculptures and the non-skid ice to the floors and walls.
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That night followed the entire for Draco. Carried first her books and then when her feet hurt he carried her everywhere. It was a little silly to see the Prince of Slytherin giving the Lioness of Gryffindor a piggyback ride. He pulled out her chair and grinned as he served her dinner. They flirted much to the schools amazement. It seemed that the two voted most likely to Kill Each Other were on the road to something else entirely.
Later that night, they were in Mione's bed snogging like there was no tomorrow. They both knew it was too soon to go farther than that. But they felt so safe when they were together. So complete was even a better word for it. They fit together as if this had been planned from day one. And maybe it had. Goodness knows this would not be the first time fate had had a sense of humor with their lives after all. Soon the cuddled under her covers and they drifted off to sleep with nothing but sweet dreams.
A floor down a girl tossed and turned as horrific scenes of battle raged in her mind. She jerked awake and got dressed, and then she grabbed her broom and flew. Flew away from the images of pain and death. Of horror unknown to these children. Then she was joined by a sleepy companion. And they landed and he held her. They never once spoke a word.
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They woke up on the Quidditch pitch with horrible cricks in their necks, "Thank Mr. Wood. I appreciated the company."
"Well, Ms. Smythe, mind telling what you were doing up here at am?"
"I had a bad dream and was trying to fly away from it. It didn't work though." Mags said with a sad smile.
Oliver looked in her eyes and saw how old they looked. He knew it was pointless to argue with her. So, instead he grinned at her. "Got a date for the ball ma'am?"
She groaned with a giggle thrown in, "Not the ma'am! DO I look that OLD? And no not yet Mr. Wood…"
"Now you do."
"Shouldn't you ask first?"
"Would you care to join me in chaperoning a bunch of teenagers with raging hormones. Then slipping away so we can indulge ours?"
Mags sent him a grin and then nodded, "Just remember, I am a teenager with out of control Hormones kind sir."
"Not the sir! DO I look that OLD?" Oliver shot back with a grin, "And so I am. SO I am counting on it!"
And with that, they parted company. After all, now that they had a date they needed to take more time. This was an important night for them both.
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Everywhere you went this Saturday morning, you could hear girls crying over snagged stocking or lost hair products. The boys of Hogwarts just rolled their eyes and went back to playing whatever game they had been involved in. Until his date came and yelled and fussed at him for not being ready. Then the Hogwarts male would get up and get ready so that she would leave him alone. That is the way of things before a dance.
Ginny and Lavender had once again moved into Mione's room to change. They had each found a dress in Muggle London for this ball. Ginny was wearing a celery green shimmering dress that fell to her feet. With her hair up and a touch of make up, she looked so very elegant. Once again, Lavender had chosen her namesake. It was a rich and deep color. Making her look so very regal and mysterious. Hermione and gone silver once again. Her dress was long with a train and was enchanted to sparkle like a star. Mags showed up in her little black dress. Her eyes sparkled and she hugged all of the girls. Her dress was simple yet elegant. It went to her knees and with her high strappy heels made her legs look longer and sexier than ever.
"So who are you going with teacher of mine?" Hermione asked with a grin.
"Mr. Wood and I are going as friends." Mags answered as she slipped on a pair of Hermione's earrings.
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The night flew by so quickly. Draco and Mione danced, as did Mags and Oliver before they slipped into the shadows. Harry and Ron danced, but still managed to talk to each other about Quidditch. Much to the amusement of everyone who knew them. It seemed like the evening had just started when last dance was announced.
Draco pulled Hermione into his arms on the dance floor. Just then a flustered looking Oliver reenter the room and pulled and equally flustered Mags onto the floor for another dance. Ginny and Lavender pulled their men to separate sides of the dance floor and danced. Satisfied for once to have their complete and utter attention. Soon it was over and everyone meandered back to his or her dorms. Draco walked Hermione to her door, and was prepared to be a gentleman and leave; she pulled him into her room and into her arms before he could say 'Sweet Dreams'.
Once again, they fell onto her bed, kissed, and cuddled until dawn broke through her window. This is where they were meant to end up. They were meant for this. Little did they know they were also heading for a trying time. When they would need each other more than ever!
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The next day they were woken up by enthusiastic banging on her door.
"Why did we give them all the password again?" she muttered burrowing under the covers and closer to him.
"I dunno. They were your friends first." He responded kissing her neck.
"MALFOY! We need to get going to the Burrow!" Ron bellowed through the door.
Draco hot straight up in bed and groaned. He had packed but he had nothing in here to wear. Which of course he complained to Hermione about. TO which she rolled her eyes and made a beckoning motion with her hand. A set of his clothes flew to her.
"Stealing my clothes Mione luv?" Draco asked as he dressed.
"Nope, they were left here from when you were staying here. Now go! I will be down in a minute." As she shooed him out the door.
She dressed in comfy jeans and a hooded sweatshirt that stated 'I didn't ask to be Queen but if the Crown fits…" then added her Doc Martens' and grabbed her purse and she was out the door. Her friends were all waiting for her and soon they were on the train.
Mione looked around at eth group in her compartment and grinned. Who would have thought that they would all ever be friends? That Draco was really a schoompie bear inside. Hmmm, that nickname has possibilities.
Draco looked around. He was happy here. The people whom he had fought with for so long were actually accepting him into their world. Ands it was amazing! He pulled Hermione closer as the train brought them closer and closer to King's Cross Station.
Harry was content. No tingling scar. All his friends were happy and he had Ginny. Life was good. He glanced at Hermione and chuckled softly. Who would have thought her and Malfoy?
They were there too soon and Draco pulled Mione off into the shadows to say good-bye for now. She was joining them in two weeks at the Burrow. Soon they were lost in each other until they heard a man clearing his throat.
Moine looked up and blushed, "Uh, hi daddy. Draco I would like you to meet my parents."
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