DISCLAIMER
I Do NOT own the characters in this story, they were created by JK Rowling, and are owned by but not limited to bloomsbury and various other publishing houses.
This fic is NOT SUITABLE for under 18's and the author releases ALL responsibility from this point on as to whether you read it or not.
Authors Note : Again, i apologise for the delay in getting this chapter out, no excuses this time, i'm just a lazy sod sometimes. But, here we go. Chapter 3, coming up! Going to aim to update every coupla days for the next week, get some bulk into this story. Thanks to those that have reviewed, and I'm appealing for Beta's. Please email me at merlin_dcsa@hotmail.com if your interested, and make it clear in the topic... i get way too much junk in my email sometimes! Hope you enjoy this, thanks for reading!
Merlin
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Now, I have my butterbeer in my hand, and we should continue with the story I guess. Where was I? Oh yeah... Just to recap for you...
Hermione and Harry are now married. Draco and Ron are apparently an item. And theres an evil plot afoot involving three unknown individuals. So, if we're all sitting comfortably, let us resume.
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Harry and Hermione woke up feeling the party from the night before with a massive headache, a joint groan splitting the air.
"'Mione, dont ever let me drink again love," whispered Harry, "otherwise I think I'll die."
"Sure thing, as long as you do the same," she whispered back "but please, dont talk so loud!"
"Ugh" they said together.
After some time, they remembered that they were at a hotel, and performed the anti-hangover spell on eachother repeatedly until they were stone-cold sober again. (Needless to say, the spell requires one sober wizard or witch to perform effectively).
"What shall we order, love of my life?" grinned Harry, remembering the romp of the night before.
"Well, I'm not really hungry at the moment... maybe we should work up an apetite first?" suggested Hermione, a huge grin on her face.
With that, she found herself being pushed into the mattress, and just enjoyed what was happening.
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Draco Malfoy was in a foul mood. Having spent the night in the same room as a snoring Weasley, he was subjected to a barrage of questions about how Ron was in bed by all his startled female admirers, having been bumped to the top of the list of Witch Weekly's Most Eligable Batchelor list when Harry was married.
He made up some complimentary things, as per the agreement between himself and his most hated person in the world, Ron Weasley. A sly grin slid onto his face, as he mentally substituted Weasley for somebody else in his mind, and he expanded the commentry to include his own prowess. Much as expected from a Malfoy.
Ron wandered into the room and grimaced at the group of women gawping at him. Three years of being an Auror, and another three of being a proffesional Quidditch player had hardened his body admirably, and his natural grace had improved to the point that he was definately something to be admired, or aspired to.
"Hey, Draco?" he yelled
"Yes loverboy?" Malfoy smirked back at him "Did you want something?"
"Umm," said Ron, going bright red, "actually yes. Can I have my underwear back sometime please? You keep stealing mine, and I dont fit into yours...". Ron grinned, thinking of how this would incense Malfoy, yet forcing him to continue the game.
"Sure thing, hot stuff. I'll let you wear mine any time... so cute!"
"Dude, seriously, what the hell are you doing?" Ron hissed into Draco's ear, making the blond man laugh loudly.
"Hiding them in my suitcase actually.. was wondering when you'd notice" he whispered back.
As Ron went red with fury, the girls giggled furiously, making even Draco blush at what this must look like.
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The three were meeting again. Plotting and Planning. Planning and Plotting some more. You get the idea. Anyway, their Plan, capital letter intended, was about to start being put into action. The first was having doubts...
"But explain to me again how we're not going to get caught?" he asked, looking worried and confused.
"Well, lets put it this way," The second said, "I'm going to be doing all the work, you just researched for me. So, wheres the link between us?"
"He has a point," the Third said, "Theres no way to be traced between us. Its not like he's our boss, is it?"
"I guess." conceded the First.
"So, we're on schedule? You have those curses I asked for?" the Second demanded.
"Sure thing." said the Third, passing over a sheaf of parchment.
"Let's leave now then. Remember you two, dont apparate together, and leave at least two minutes after me, for christs sake!" the Second said.
"Okeydokey, tenfour and all that" said the First.
"What?" said the Third, looking confused.
"Its a muggle thing." Second said shortly, before disapperating with a pop.
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The storyteller was watching the office with trepidation, heavily disguised, waiting to see whether the usual performance happened. Today it was a little different. The man appeared behind his desk, dead on time for him, two minutes before the end of his lunchbreak, sat down and put a wad of parchment into his desk drawer. He drank a potion, shuddered and went to working. His assistants appeared shortly after this, seperately instead of together that day. "This is odd... " he thought to himself.
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Authors Note: Ok, a short filler chapter for now, apologies for this. My only excuse is that im tired, its 0500 here, and im writing this so i dont get myself into trouble. Time to thank the two people who've reviewed me i guess, so here goes!
Alyssa-Farrell - Thanks for your review, its nice to know somebody is reading and enjoying! Hope you enjoy the next few chapters :)
Dawn S - Thanks for the compliment! I'll try to get back to that style in the next chapter, but no guarentees unfortunately... depends on when I have time to belt out a LONG chapter.
Thanks to all those that have read, and even though its naughty, please, if you;ve read the boring authors notes, review for me. The more people are reading this, the easier it is for me to work back into the little universe that JKR has created for our delight. Thanks again,
Merlin
I Do NOT own the characters in this story, they were created by JK Rowling, and are owned by but not limited to bloomsbury and various other publishing houses.
This fic is NOT SUITABLE for under 18's and the author releases ALL responsibility from this point on as to whether you read it or not.
Authors Note : Again, i apologise for the delay in getting this chapter out, no excuses this time, i'm just a lazy sod sometimes. But, here we go. Chapter 3, coming up! Going to aim to update every coupla days for the next week, get some bulk into this story. Thanks to those that have reviewed, and I'm appealing for Beta's. Please email me at merlin_dcsa@hotmail.com if your interested, and make it clear in the topic... i get way too much junk in my email sometimes! Hope you enjoy this, thanks for reading!
Merlin
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Now, I have my butterbeer in my hand, and we should continue with the story I guess. Where was I? Oh yeah... Just to recap for you...
Hermione and Harry are now married. Draco and Ron are apparently an item. And theres an evil plot afoot involving three unknown individuals. So, if we're all sitting comfortably, let us resume.
***********************
Harry and Hermione woke up feeling the party from the night before with a massive headache, a joint groan splitting the air.
"'Mione, dont ever let me drink again love," whispered Harry, "otherwise I think I'll die."
"Sure thing, as long as you do the same," she whispered back "but please, dont talk so loud!"
"Ugh" they said together.
After some time, they remembered that they were at a hotel, and performed the anti-hangover spell on eachother repeatedly until they were stone-cold sober again. (Needless to say, the spell requires one sober wizard or witch to perform effectively).
"What shall we order, love of my life?" grinned Harry, remembering the romp of the night before.
"Well, I'm not really hungry at the moment... maybe we should work up an apetite first?" suggested Hermione, a huge grin on her face.
With that, she found herself being pushed into the mattress, and just enjoyed what was happening.
"""""""""""""""""""""""
Draco Malfoy was in a foul mood. Having spent the night in the same room as a snoring Weasley, he was subjected to a barrage of questions about how Ron was in bed by all his startled female admirers, having been bumped to the top of the list of Witch Weekly's Most Eligable Batchelor list when Harry was married.
He made up some complimentary things, as per the agreement between himself and his most hated person in the world, Ron Weasley. A sly grin slid onto his face, as he mentally substituted Weasley for somebody else in his mind, and he expanded the commentry to include his own prowess. Much as expected from a Malfoy.
Ron wandered into the room and grimaced at the group of women gawping at him. Three years of being an Auror, and another three of being a proffesional Quidditch player had hardened his body admirably, and his natural grace had improved to the point that he was definately something to be admired, or aspired to.
"Hey, Draco?" he yelled
"Yes loverboy?" Malfoy smirked back at him "Did you want something?"
"Umm," said Ron, going bright red, "actually yes. Can I have my underwear back sometime please? You keep stealing mine, and I dont fit into yours...". Ron grinned, thinking of how this would incense Malfoy, yet forcing him to continue the game.
"Sure thing, hot stuff. I'll let you wear mine any time... so cute!"
"Dude, seriously, what the hell are you doing?" Ron hissed into Draco's ear, making the blond man laugh loudly.
"Hiding them in my suitcase actually.. was wondering when you'd notice" he whispered back.
As Ron went red with fury, the girls giggled furiously, making even Draco blush at what this must look like.
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The three were meeting again. Plotting and Planning. Planning and Plotting some more. You get the idea. Anyway, their Plan, capital letter intended, was about to start being put into action. The first was having doubts...
"But explain to me again how we're not going to get caught?" he asked, looking worried and confused.
"Well, lets put it this way," The second said, "I'm going to be doing all the work, you just researched for me. So, wheres the link between us?"
"He has a point," the Third said, "Theres no way to be traced between us. Its not like he's our boss, is it?"
"I guess." conceded the First.
"So, we're on schedule? You have those curses I asked for?" the Second demanded.
"Sure thing." said the Third, passing over a sheaf of parchment.
"Let's leave now then. Remember you two, dont apparate together, and leave at least two minutes after me, for christs sake!" the Second said.
"Okeydokey, tenfour and all that" said the First.
"What?" said the Third, looking confused.
"Its a muggle thing." Second said shortly, before disapperating with a pop.
**************************
The storyteller was watching the office with trepidation, heavily disguised, waiting to see whether the usual performance happened. Today it was a little different. The man appeared behind his desk, dead on time for him, two minutes before the end of his lunchbreak, sat down and put a wad of parchment into his desk drawer. He drank a potion, shuddered and went to working. His assistants appeared shortly after this, seperately instead of together that day. "This is odd... " he thought to himself.
**************************
Authors Note: Ok, a short filler chapter for now, apologies for this. My only excuse is that im tired, its 0500 here, and im writing this so i dont get myself into trouble. Time to thank the two people who've reviewed me i guess, so here goes!
Alyssa-Farrell - Thanks for your review, its nice to know somebody is reading and enjoying! Hope you enjoy the next few chapters :)
Dawn S - Thanks for the compliment! I'll try to get back to that style in the next chapter, but no guarentees unfortunately... depends on when I have time to belt out a LONG chapter.
Thanks to all those that have read, and even though its naughty, please, if you;ve read the boring authors notes, review for me. The more people are reading this, the easier it is for me to work back into the little universe that JKR has created for our delight. Thanks again,
Merlin