Harry Potter & the Honeychurch Institute of Magic
By Darkmoore
"Besides Narcissa would have a conniption fit to end all fits." Harry said with sympathy to the boy.
"And that would be a bad thing?" Will asked.
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Chapter Twenty Two: Valentine's Day
Later on, as Harry reached the entrance to the dining hall where the Valentine's Day Ball was being held he found several of the staff showing the band where to set their equipment up at and other doing a little last minute decorating of the hall.
Soon the students began to arrive to the ball and as Harry watched them arrive he remembered his own experiences when he was their age. Later he saw Xander Malfoy escorting Daisy Gamble into the hall with the other first years trailing behind them like an imperial entourage. Harry chuckled at the sight of them, especially at Will Beagle who kept rolling his eyes at his best friend.
However, all that ceased to exist the moment Harry caught sight of her. Vesta came into the hall and in Harry's eyes there was never a more beautiful woman to have ever walked the Earth. Nothing compared to her and nothing else mattered. A few moments later Fitzy slapped him on the back causing him to begin breathing again. He had apparently stopped when he saw her in the doorway and began to turn blue when the charms teacher came to his aid.
However, Harry seemed to have forgotten even that as he approached her and said, "You look amazing tonight."
Vesta blushed; yes she actually blushed and thanked him. As the band began to play a tune, Harry took the beautiful potions mistress into his arms and escorted her to the dance floor. Though Harry hated dancing almost as much as he hated the Dark Arts, he somehow forgot that and never once did his eyes leave hers and they twirled around the floor.
"You're an excellent dancer." She said to him, trying to make conversation, even though none was required.
"No," he breathed, "Anytime I'm with you, everything is utter perfection." She blushed again.
The two danced. The crowd of students even parted to create a circle in the middle of the dance floor just for them to dance in for two whole songs, but they never noticed. That would have required them to look elsewhere than at each other.
* * * * *
Later on, well after the two love-struck teachers had left the dance floor for refreshments, Harry looked up and saw two students entering the hall for the first time that night, Mr. Stahl and Mr. Gerard.
'So they decided to come after all.' Harry thought to himself, 'Good for them.' and then he smiled in their general direction.
"Vesta." Harry said and nodded his head in the direction of the two young men.
"Well, I see they've finally decided to stop playing that silly game of theirs and come clean with their relationship." Vesta said with delight.
"You knew?" Harry asked, completely unaware anyone else among the staff knew of their relationship.
"Of course I knew, the only think they're being clever, but actually they moon over each other constantly."
This statement caused Harry to smirk at her. She was a brilliant woman and he simply beamed at her.
Just then the music started again and Harry was about to ask Vesta for another dance when he saw Mr. Stahl do the same with his young man. As the two couples took to the floor, they danced near each other.
"I see they two of you decided to attend the ball after all." Harry said to the young men.
"Yes, sir," Chester Stahl replied, "I finally talked him into it about half and hour ago."
"Well, you make a lovely couple." Vesta said to them making Michael Gerard blush and become bashful.
Then as they were dancing, Harry and Vesta noticed a red faced, burly transfiguration teacher begin breaking the two boys up on the dance floor and yelling at them.
"Just what do you think that you are doing? This is not some brothel where Sodomites come to peddle their wares! What were you thinking dancing with each other?" bellowed Botolf Proctor.
Michael Gerard looked rather frightened of his class sponsor and Harry thought he was about to bolt from the hall, but Chester Stahl held him in place and replied…
"We are only dancing with each other Professor. We haven't done anything wrong and it's not against the school rules. I checked."
"I do not need a seventeen year old child telling me what is and is not against the school rules, MISTER Stahl. What I want is for you and Mr. Gerard to exit the dance floor and the dining hall immediately that is …" Professor Proctor said, but was cut off by Harry.
"This is a silly thing for them to do, as I am the one who told them they could attend the ball together."
"Professor Potter, I would appreciate it if you kept your interfering YOUNG nose out of this affair, I am dealing with these two hooligans."
"Hooligans?" Vesta asked with her temper beginning to show. "Just what have these hooligans done that was so offensive to your delicate nature?"
"They are flouting immorality in front of the younger children, that is what these hooligans are doing Professor Sangeorge. Which is about the same that can be said of your actions this past month." Bellowed Professor Proctor, which drew the attention of many of the other students and members of staff.
"What's going on over here?" asked Madame Klump as she joined them.
"It seems that these fine outstanding students have offended Professor Proctor, Madame Klump," Harry said, "and I was defending them as they have done nothing against school rules and regulations."
"What were you doing gentlemen?" she asked the two young men.
"Dancing." They replied together.
* * * * *
After a quick trip to the Headmistress' office the whole matter was straightened out much to Harry's satisfaction. The two students indeed had done nothing wrong and Professor Proctor was furious with the outcome as they were allowed to return to the Valentine's Day Ball. In fact Madame Klump encouraged the two to dance the night away and even mentioned how nice the school gardens might be in moonlight.
Botolf Proctor stormed off to his quarters and was not seen for the rest of the evening.
Sometime around midnight Harry and Vesta, along with other members of the staff began shooing the younger student back to their dormitories to go to sleep. Some of the other older students did take a stroll or two through the school gardens. Harry saw a bashful Daithi Flannery give a goodnight kiss to Audrey Simmons. He was glad for them; they seemed like a very nice couple.
As Harry escorted Vesta to the tower where the staff members lived, he turned to her and asked, "Would you mind coming to my quarters right now?"
Vesta was a bit shocked. That was a very blunt way of asking for …
Harry interrupted her thoughts and continued, "There's someone I want you to meet. He's dead now, but his painting is in my quarters and I would like for you to meet him."
"Who is it?" she curiously asked.
"The only man who ever like a father to me. Sirius Black, my godfather."
She smiled at him and nodded yes, and then they were on their way to visit the painted wizard.
* * * * *
"Vesta Sangeorge, this is Sirius Black, my godfather. Sirius, this is Vesta Sangeorge, my … well, I guess you'd call her my date for this evening." Harry said awkwardly.
"Ah, you're the young lady driving my boy mad with desire? Hmmm, I wondered when I was going to be able to meet you officially." said Sirius Black from his frame.
"Officially?" she asked, "When have we met otherwise?"
"Well, ever since you began to drive my Harry here to distraction, I started to spy on you. Nothing bad, I just wanted to know what kind of person you were."
"Sirius!" Harry said very annoyed. Vesta thought it was because he was outraged that the painting was being rude, when in reality it was because Harry would have loved to know what he saw.
However, the painting just grinned at them and said, "Well, I must be off, it's Valentine's Day you know and I have a date with a very lovely young woman in a painting in the second floor corridor." Then he was gone.
"Well, that was interesting." Vesta said with a smile.
"Oh, no, wait until you meet the woman who thinks she's my mother. That'll be interesting."
"Your aunt with the dead husband?" she asked confused.
"NO." he said a bit too quickly, "I'm talking about Molly Weasley."
Then he smiled at her and moved closer to her. Her breath quickened as he reached out and touched her arm. Soon that hand was snaking itself around her waist and bringing her closer to him yet still as he murmured into her ear about how beautiful she truly was. Then his mouth found her and they kissed.
The two stood like this for several minutes in Harry's sitting room, before he bent down and picked her up and carried her off to his bedroom, where he … well we all know what happened/
* * * * *
A few hours later in the middle of the night, Harry was awoken to hearing his own name called out urgently.
"HARRY!" bellowed Sirius from his frame.
Harry bolts out of bed and runs into the sitting room to see what's wrong.
"Sirius? What is it? What's wrong?" Harry asks concerned.
"Oh nothing, I just wanted to see how long it would take you to get in here if I did that."
"SIRIUS BLACK! Have you any idea how comfortable I was just before you bellowed like that?" Harry growled at his godfather's painting.
"Pretty well from the looks of things." Sirius said grinning and looking over Harry's shoulder. "You're starkers and she is looking absolutely delectable."
Harry turned around and saw Vesta standing in the doorway to his bedroom with a sheet drawn around her naked body. Sirius was right she did look delectable. He didn't want to peel his eyes away from her for a moment, but he also was furious with Sirius, so he returned his attention to the painting and said…
"You are so lucky I do not have a can of turpentine."
* * * * *
The next morning the two young teachers woke again. Harry with arms wrapped around her tightly and Vesta snuggled up in his arms with her head in the crook of his neck. Neither one wanted to wake up that morning; they were having far too much fun right where they were. Alas there was a Quidditch match that day Desdrilla House and the Honeychurch 7 and Harry did have to referee.
Reluctantly Harry pried his arms from around the soft body of the beautiful woman, trying his best not to wake her to tread off to the bath. Minutes later as he stood half asleep under the steaming water, the door of the shower suddenly opened and there she stood and even without his glasses, he knew she was radiant. She joined him in the shower, which to be honest was large enough for about four or five people to be in at one time and began to lather his muscular body with soap. Well a man can only take so much of that and Harry promptly decided, "The game can start a little on the late side today."
They both smiled and promptly had a very enjoyable shower that morning.
* * * * *
It was almost lunchtime when the two teachers made it anywhere other than Harry's quarters that day. Harry had escorted Vesta to the infirmary, where she said she had plenty to keep her busy until the match and Harry did have the pitch to prep before the game.
It wasn't until he walked in the dining hall for lunch that Harry saw that Vesta was already there talking secretly with Fitzy. He thought, 'That can't be good.' Then took his seat beside his new girlfriend and smiled at her.
"So Harry," Fitzy began, "I hear you're impressive."
Harry groaned and fell back into his chair as the two women laughed. Why did he always have to get embarrassed at times like this?
* * * * *
Harry was happy to be on the Quidditch pitch, the only thing he had to worry about was stray bludgers and not gossipy women. 'Much easier' he definitely thought.
The game had begun much like all the other games before, this was the second round of games and Desdrilla House was dead last in the points for the Quidditch cup, but not out of the running. Also they had beaten the Honeychurch 7 before and they were going to do it again.
The game was fierce and the Desdrilla girls played dirty. Winnie Dodd and Darcy Thomas, the two beaters, aimed those bludgers at the chasers and the seeker of the Honeychurch team whenever they got near one. They had even knocked Molly O'Donnell out of the game altogether.
They were tied at 140, when suddenly the two seekers, Daphne Feeney and Daisy Gamble both saw the golden snitch at the same time. The two young girls battled it out in order to get the shiny ball, but it was eventually Daisy who caught it, securing the Honeychurch 7 a victory with 290 points.
Madame Klump beamed as her sponsored team once more came out victorious.
The Honeychurch team had all landed and was in a great lump of people all hugging and slapping backs as the Desdrilla team stalked to the shower rooms.
As Harry landed his broom near the crowd he swore he heard Xander Malfoy say to Daisy Gamble, "You did almost as well I would have up there."
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
Also, In case anyone of you is wondering, Estonia is on the north-eastern corner of Europe and was once part fo the former Soviet Union but gained it's independance on 20 August 1991. Estonia is south of Finland and borders Latvia and present day Russia. It's present population is just over 1.4 million.
You see, I do know where Estonia is. :)
belinda wrote Theres just something about this story that's refreshing, that's so much better than so many other stories out there. its a pleasure to read and I wanted to thank you for always updating so quickly. do you write chapters in advance or do you write and then post (if its the second then im jealous it takes me ages to write anything) anyway great job!
Answer - Actually its a combination of both. I have an outline and notes, but then I go and rewrite them with dialogue. Thats why my tense is off sometimes, I do the notes in the past tense (don't know why, trying to break myself of it) and then I add in dialogue to expand ideas and then I post them.
athenakitty wrote Is everybody happy that Harry's off the market? Will Harry find things change with Petunia? Will Petunia give Harry a few of his family's things?
Answer - Well I'm sure Molly Weasley is thrilled beyond words. We'll see more of Petunia later.
iciee wrote the two Thornes are squibs right they don't seem to into everything
Answer - You would be very correct.
dragonclawz54 wrote (in reference to my last footnote to him) No way that would be too sick. Do not torture me please! as for the books no problem anytime. just tryin to help a fellow writer.
Answer - Man, your no fun. Besides there are many readers who would love to read about it.
Tynkerbell wrote hey! cute chappie, really i think hippogriffs live quite awhile i was just askin cuz everyone forgets him lol :)
Answer - Well, I've been perculating on the question. After the death of Sirius, there was no one who lived at the house full time, so Buckbeak would have been taken back to Hogwarts. Since Draco more than likely dropped Care of Magical Creatures and was also more into his Death Eater Junior role, he probably didn't notice. What gets me is no one asked about the damned motorbike. :D
By Darkmoore
"Besides Narcissa would have a conniption fit to end all fits." Harry said with sympathy to the boy.
"And that would be a bad thing?" Will asked.
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Chapter Twenty Two: Valentine's Day
Later on, as Harry reached the entrance to the dining hall where the Valentine's Day Ball was being held he found several of the staff showing the band where to set their equipment up at and other doing a little last minute decorating of the hall.
Soon the students began to arrive to the ball and as Harry watched them arrive he remembered his own experiences when he was their age. Later he saw Xander Malfoy escorting Daisy Gamble into the hall with the other first years trailing behind them like an imperial entourage. Harry chuckled at the sight of them, especially at Will Beagle who kept rolling his eyes at his best friend.
However, all that ceased to exist the moment Harry caught sight of her. Vesta came into the hall and in Harry's eyes there was never a more beautiful woman to have ever walked the Earth. Nothing compared to her and nothing else mattered. A few moments later Fitzy slapped him on the back causing him to begin breathing again. He had apparently stopped when he saw her in the doorway and began to turn blue when the charms teacher came to his aid.
However, Harry seemed to have forgotten even that as he approached her and said, "You look amazing tonight."
Vesta blushed; yes she actually blushed and thanked him. As the band began to play a tune, Harry took the beautiful potions mistress into his arms and escorted her to the dance floor. Though Harry hated dancing almost as much as he hated the Dark Arts, he somehow forgot that and never once did his eyes leave hers and they twirled around the floor.
"You're an excellent dancer." She said to him, trying to make conversation, even though none was required.
"No," he breathed, "Anytime I'm with you, everything is utter perfection." She blushed again.
The two danced. The crowd of students even parted to create a circle in the middle of the dance floor just for them to dance in for two whole songs, but they never noticed. That would have required them to look elsewhere than at each other.
* * * * *
Later on, well after the two love-struck teachers had left the dance floor for refreshments, Harry looked up and saw two students entering the hall for the first time that night, Mr. Stahl and Mr. Gerard.
'So they decided to come after all.' Harry thought to himself, 'Good for them.' and then he smiled in their general direction.
"Vesta." Harry said and nodded his head in the direction of the two young men.
"Well, I see they've finally decided to stop playing that silly game of theirs and come clean with their relationship." Vesta said with delight.
"You knew?" Harry asked, completely unaware anyone else among the staff knew of their relationship.
"Of course I knew, the only think they're being clever, but actually they moon over each other constantly."
This statement caused Harry to smirk at her. She was a brilliant woman and he simply beamed at her.
Just then the music started again and Harry was about to ask Vesta for another dance when he saw Mr. Stahl do the same with his young man. As the two couples took to the floor, they danced near each other.
"I see they two of you decided to attend the ball after all." Harry said to the young men.
"Yes, sir," Chester Stahl replied, "I finally talked him into it about half and hour ago."
"Well, you make a lovely couple." Vesta said to them making Michael Gerard blush and become bashful.
Then as they were dancing, Harry and Vesta noticed a red faced, burly transfiguration teacher begin breaking the two boys up on the dance floor and yelling at them.
"Just what do you think that you are doing? This is not some brothel where Sodomites come to peddle their wares! What were you thinking dancing with each other?" bellowed Botolf Proctor.
Michael Gerard looked rather frightened of his class sponsor and Harry thought he was about to bolt from the hall, but Chester Stahl held him in place and replied…
"We are only dancing with each other Professor. We haven't done anything wrong and it's not against the school rules. I checked."
"I do not need a seventeen year old child telling me what is and is not against the school rules, MISTER Stahl. What I want is for you and Mr. Gerard to exit the dance floor and the dining hall immediately that is …" Professor Proctor said, but was cut off by Harry.
"This is a silly thing for them to do, as I am the one who told them they could attend the ball together."
"Professor Potter, I would appreciate it if you kept your interfering YOUNG nose out of this affair, I am dealing with these two hooligans."
"Hooligans?" Vesta asked with her temper beginning to show. "Just what have these hooligans done that was so offensive to your delicate nature?"
"They are flouting immorality in front of the younger children, that is what these hooligans are doing Professor Sangeorge. Which is about the same that can be said of your actions this past month." Bellowed Professor Proctor, which drew the attention of many of the other students and members of staff.
"What's going on over here?" asked Madame Klump as she joined them.
"It seems that these fine outstanding students have offended Professor Proctor, Madame Klump," Harry said, "and I was defending them as they have done nothing against school rules and regulations."
"What were you doing gentlemen?" she asked the two young men.
"Dancing." They replied together.
* * * * *
After a quick trip to the Headmistress' office the whole matter was straightened out much to Harry's satisfaction. The two students indeed had done nothing wrong and Professor Proctor was furious with the outcome as they were allowed to return to the Valentine's Day Ball. In fact Madame Klump encouraged the two to dance the night away and even mentioned how nice the school gardens might be in moonlight.
Botolf Proctor stormed off to his quarters and was not seen for the rest of the evening.
Sometime around midnight Harry and Vesta, along with other members of the staff began shooing the younger student back to their dormitories to go to sleep. Some of the other older students did take a stroll or two through the school gardens. Harry saw a bashful Daithi Flannery give a goodnight kiss to Audrey Simmons. He was glad for them; they seemed like a very nice couple.
As Harry escorted Vesta to the tower where the staff members lived, he turned to her and asked, "Would you mind coming to my quarters right now?"
Vesta was a bit shocked. That was a very blunt way of asking for …
Harry interrupted her thoughts and continued, "There's someone I want you to meet. He's dead now, but his painting is in my quarters and I would like for you to meet him."
"Who is it?" she curiously asked.
"The only man who ever like a father to me. Sirius Black, my godfather."
She smiled at him and nodded yes, and then they were on their way to visit the painted wizard.
* * * * *
"Vesta Sangeorge, this is Sirius Black, my godfather. Sirius, this is Vesta Sangeorge, my … well, I guess you'd call her my date for this evening." Harry said awkwardly.
"Ah, you're the young lady driving my boy mad with desire? Hmmm, I wondered when I was going to be able to meet you officially." said Sirius Black from his frame.
"Officially?" she asked, "When have we met otherwise?"
"Well, ever since you began to drive my Harry here to distraction, I started to spy on you. Nothing bad, I just wanted to know what kind of person you were."
"Sirius!" Harry said very annoyed. Vesta thought it was because he was outraged that the painting was being rude, when in reality it was because Harry would have loved to know what he saw.
However, the painting just grinned at them and said, "Well, I must be off, it's Valentine's Day you know and I have a date with a very lovely young woman in a painting in the second floor corridor." Then he was gone.
"Well, that was interesting." Vesta said with a smile.
"Oh, no, wait until you meet the woman who thinks she's my mother. That'll be interesting."
"Your aunt with the dead husband?" she asked confused.
"NO." he said a bit too quickly, "I'm talking about Molly Weasley."
Then he smiled at her and moved closer to her. Her breath quickened as he reached out and touched her arm. Soon that hand was snaking itself around her waist and bringing her closer to him yet still as he murmured into her ear about how beautiful she truly was. Then his mouth found her and they kissed.
The two stood like this for several minutes in Harry's sitting room, before he bent down and picked her up and carried her off to his bedroom, where he … well we all know what happened/
* * * * *
A few hours later in the middle of the night, Harry was awoken to hearing his own name called out urgently.
"HARRY!" bellowed Sirius from his frame.
Harry bolts out of bed and runs into the sitting room to see what's wrong.
"Sirius? What is it? What's wrong?" Harry asks concerned.
"Oh nothing, I just wanted to see how long it would take you to get in here if I did that."
"SIRIUS BLACK! Have you any idea how comfortable I was just before you bellowed like that?" Harry growled at his godfather's painting.
"Pretty well from the looks of things." Sirius said grinning and looking over Harry's shoulder. "You're starkers and she is looking absolutely delectable."
Harry turned around and saw Vesta standing in the doorway to his bedroom with a sheet drawn around her naked body. Sirius was right she did look delectable. He didn't want to peel his eyes away from her for a moment, but he also was furious with Sirius, so he returned his attention to the painting and said…
"You are so lucky I do not have a can of turpentine."
* * * * *
The next morning the two young teachers woke again. Harry with arms wrapped around her tightly and Vesta snuggled up in his arms with her head in the crook of his neck. Neither one wanted to wake up that morning; they were having far too much fun right where they were. Alas there was a Quidditch match that day Desdrilla House and the Honeychurch 7 and Harry did have to referee.
Reluctantly Harry pried his arms from around the soft body of the beautiful woman, trying his best not to wake her to tread off to the bath. Minutes later as he stood half asleep under the steaming water, the door of the shower suddenly opened and there she stood and even without his glasses, he knew she was radiant. She joined him in the shower, which to be honest was large enough for about four or five people to be in at one time and began to lather his muscular body with soap. Well a man can only take so much of that and Harry promptly decided, "The game can start a little on the late side today."
They both smiled and promptly had a very enjoyable shower that morning.
* * * * *
It was almost lunchtime when the two teachers made it anywhere other than Harry's quarters that day. Harry had escorted Vesta to the infirmary, where she said she had plenty to keep her busy until the match and Harry did have the pitch to prep before the game.
It wasn't until he walked in the dining hall for lunch that Harry saw that Vesta was already there talking secretly with Fitzy. He thought, 'That can't be good.' Then took his seat beside his new girlfriend and smiled at her.
"So Harry," Fitzy began, "I hear you're impressive."
Harry groaned and fell back into his chair as the two women laughed. Why did he always have to get embarrassed at times like this?
* * * * *
Harry was happy to be on the Quidditch pitch, the only thing he had to worry about was stray bludgers and not gossipy women. 'Much easier' he definitely thought.
The game had begun much like all the other games before, this was the second round of games and Desdrilla House was dead last in the points for the Quidditch cup, but not out of the running. Also they had beaten the Honeychurch 7 before and they were going to do it again.
The game was fierce and the Desdrilla girls played dirty. Winnie Dodd and Darcy Thomas, the two beaters, aimed those bludgers at the chasers and the seeker of the Honeychurch team whenever they got near one. They had even knocked Molly O'Donnell out of the game altogether.
They were tied at 140, when suddenly the two seekers, Daphne Feeney and Daisy Gamble both saw the golden snitch at the same time. The two young girls battled it out in order to get the shiny ball, but it was eventually Daisy who caught it, securing the Honeychurch 7 a victory with 290 points.
Madame Klump beamed as her sponsored team once more came out victorious.
The Honeychurch team had all landed and was in a great lump of people all hugging and slapping backs as the Desdrilla team stalked to the shower rooms.
As Harry landed his broom near the crowd he swore he heard Xander Malfoy say to Daisy Gamble, "You did almost as well I would have up there."
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
Also, In case anyone of you is wondering, Estonia is on the north-eastern corner of Europe and was once part fo the former Soviet Union but gained it's independance on 20 August 1991. Estonia is south of Finland and borders Latvia and present day Russia. It's present population is just over 1.4 million.
You see, I do know where Estonia is. :)
belinda wrote Theres just something about this story that's refreshing, that's so much better than so many other stories out there. its a pleasure to read and I wanted to thank you for always updating so quickly. do you write chapters in advance or do you write and then post (if its the second then im jealous it takes me ages to write anything) anyway great job!
Answer - Actually its a combination of both. I have an outline and notes, but then I go and rewrite them with dialogue. Thats why my tense is off sometimes, I do the notes in the past tense (don't know why, trying to break myself of it) and then I add in dialogue to expand ideas and then I post them.
athenakitty wrote Is everybody happy that Harry's off the market? Will Harry find things change with Petunia? Will Petunia give Harry a few of his family's things?
Answer - Well I'm sure Molly Weasley is thrilled beyond words. We'll see more of Petunia later.
iciee wrote the two Thornes are squibs right they don't seem to into everything
Answer - You would be very correct.
dragonclawz54 wrote (in reference to my last footnote to him) No way that would be too sick. Do not torture me please! as for the books no problem anytime. just tryin to help a fellow writer.
Answer - Man, your no fun. Besides there are many readers who would love to read about it.
Tynkerbell wrote hey! cute chappie, really i think hippogriffs live quite awhile i was just askin cuz everyone forgets him lol :)
Answer - Well, I've been perculating on the question. After the death of Sirius, there was no one who lived at the house full time, so Buckbeak would have been taken back to Hogwarts. Since Draco more than likely dropped Care of Magical Creatures and was also more into his Death Eater Junior role, he probably didn't notice. What gets me is no one asked about the damned motorbike. :D