Tying Loose Ends
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"Hello Colin," said a tiny voice. Colin's eyes fluttered open, and next to him, strapped to her bed, was April.
"He actually did it. Good, maybe you'll learn some manners and become a little girl," Colin said arrogantly. He sat up in his hospital bed and swung his feet over the edge. April nodded in agreement.
"Yes…I believe that's the life I'm heading towards. But Dumbledore has no idea what I have planned for him," April chuckled and pulled against her chains.
"Shut up April. You're powerless. You can't even break out of these chains, I think you deserved this. You turned my life around. I've made two mistakes in my life--- and that's growing an obsession with pictures, and hurting Ginny. I've never felt so angry and evil in life when you took over me. I strangled the only woman I loved; I killed a poor helpless girl that had feelings for me, I suffered from split personalities, I became a monster…all thanks to you," Colin said, moving towards April.
"If there's anything I've learned from you April, is how to commit the perfect murder," quietly, Colin took a pillow from off his bed and placed it over April's terrified face. He pressed down against her thrusts and muffled her tearful cries; she tried to pull her hands from out of the metal cuffs, bruising her wrists. When she stopped moving, he lifted the pillow from her face and swallowed. Her face was twisted with a horrid expression. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was in the shape of an "O". Colin placed his hands over her eyes to close them.
"You'll never hurt another soul again," he whispered, placing the pillow back onto is bed.
Colin went back to his bed and slipped under the covers. He fell asleep to later be awakened by Madame Pomfrey.
"My God! What happed to April? Did you see or hear anything Colin?" Pomfrey asked, eyes wandering around the room to see if there was a shadow lurking.
"No Madame, I've been asleep all this time, April?! Oh God…someone killed her…how, when did this happen?" Colin was utterly shocked, and Pomfrey bought into his act. She explained what Harry had done, and who brought the weak-now-muggle child in.
"She had no power in her. Mr. Potter took care of that," Madame Pomfrey said, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "How did this happen!?" She asked herself angrily.
"Shouldn't you call Dumbledore?" Colin asked, trying to help.
"I already did that, he's on his way…" Pomfrey said, suddenly Dumbledore appeared by the door, accompanied with Harry, Hermione, a girl that looked strangely like Harry, Ron, Lavender, Draco and Ginny. Colin's eyes lit up when he saw Ginny's vibrant eyes. But his heart fell to the floor when he saw Ginny gripping Draco's hand. The girl that looked like Harry gave him a piercing glare. She seemed extremely exotic to him, but he kept his mouth closed as they walked towards April's bed.
"She's dead…" Ron whispered, Lavender nodded and pulled Ron close to her.
"There's nothing we can do. Seriously? She had no family. She killed the only people that actually loved her, no one to notify, it's over," Neola declared, pushing through the crowd to stand next to April's bed. She touched the cuff that were around her wrists and sighed.
"She struggled against these when she died. It seems like she was suffocated with a pillow, you can see the pillow lines in her face, and this person was extremely strong too, look how deep the marks are in her face, a lot of weight was on her face. I feel remorse for her…that she would suffer such a terrifying death, but, I guess its bad karma," the corners of her lips slightly curled upward in a sly smile.
"Who would do this though?" Ron asked aloud, looking into everyone's faces.
"No need to investigate further, Ron. I know who the killer is. Obviously it's Creevy. I can tell. He's been quiet all this time, only because he's afraid to answer to me," Neola said, the sly smile was still on her face. She crossed the small distance between the beds and leaned against Colin's bed.
"I'm not going to lie Professor, I killed April. I had to. She admitted to creating another plan to seek revenge. And…of course I was upset by the way she treated us," Colin looked into Neola's green eyes and shivered. She seemed extremely powerful, and Colin was afraid of her.
"It's okay," she whispered.
December 23rd Two Days until The big Day
Hermione ran up the stairs of the seventh year girl dormitory. She's felt nervous ever since the defeat of April. Her wedding was a couple of days and nothing seemed to be going smooth. She couldn't get in touch with Anne or any other the workers who were suppose to decorate the Great Hall, relatives were already flying into London to attend the wedding via wizarding transportation and . Anger flooded through her veins as she searched for her ball shoes. Tonight was the Yule Ball, and she wanted to have some fun. A blizzard took place outside as she got dressed for the ball.
"Hermione, are you in here?" Lavender came into the seventh year dorm and saw Hermione wearing as silver dress with matching earrings and robe. Hermione turned to stare at herself in the mirror.
"Lavender…promise me that we'll always be best girlfriends," Hermione asked, tears rolling down her face. Lavender embraced her tightly and stroked her hair.
"Of course. Hermione, I know you're frightened. Marriage is a huge step forward. We are all very young, and we all wanted to feel and explore, and sometimes, that journey leads to true love that wants to be there forever. Don't ever doubt your love sweetheart, because your love for Harry is the purest," Lavender kissed Hermione lightly on the lips and hugged her tight.
"Thanks Lav, I'm so happy you're here for me. I love you to death," Hermione whispered, wiping her nose.
"I love you too Hermione. Now come on, the guys are waiting for us," Lavender said, slipping her shoes on. Lavender was wearing a tight black dress that showed her wide hips and incredibly large breasts. They went into the common room in search for Harry and Ron; they stood near the entrance, waiting for their arrival. Harry held a tiny glass rose in his hands, and when Hermione reached him, he drew he into his arms and opening the her robes, he pinned the tiny rose onto her dress. Hermione kissed him soundly on the lips and held him close to her.
"You look amazing Hermione," Harry said, taking her hand and twirling her. Ron and Lavender had stepped through the portrait door to lead attend the ball. Harry lifted Hermione's hand to his lips and kissed it.
"C'mon love, let's go," Harry led her to the ball.
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist as she clung to his neck. Hermione rested her head on Harry's chest, remembering what they've been through. Hermione couldn't help but feel the need to be closer to Harry. The Great Hall was filled with students who had come back from vacation for the ball. Although they were amongst many Hogwarts students, Harry and Hermione felt like they were the only two couple dancing.
December 24th, Christmas Eve, One Day until the Big Day
Anne paced the common room of Harry and Hermione's quarters. She had a large notebook following her with a quill scribbling away.
"Let me get this straight…you…want…her…in the wedding?" Anne asked, pointing to Neola. Hermione nodded and grinned. Anne frowned.
"This is so unexpected Hermione! You should have told me you wanted her in the wedding…what the fuck is she going to do? Throw flowers?" Anne said angrily. The quill stopped writing and quavered.
"Hey! Calm the hell down, this is my wedding Anne. Harry and I hired you to make things work, not bitch about it!" Hermione yelled. She had it up to the ears with Anne's complaining. Anne stopped and stared blankly at Hermione.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me. I'll find something she can do. We must honor the only family Mr. Potter has…" Anne said, grabbing the notebook and quill from out of the air. She gave Hermione a warm hug and went into their study to continue her work.
"Please…Anne, I'm sorry about my outburst," Hermione said, walking towards her.
"Oh, hon, it's okay,"
Later that day Hermione and Harry went their separate ways for partying.
BOOZE. Was possible the only word on Harry's mind right now. A naked woman lay on the floor doing things to herself as Malfoy, Ron, Dean, Neville, and Seamus tossed money at her. They were having Harry's Bachelor party in London. Harry drank several beers to pass the time, he was hardly interested in the naked woman and he could see that Malfoy was having difficulty getting the young stripper off of him. She was now off the floor and sitting in his lap. He slipped ten pounds in the girls G-string and pushed her off. She fell to her knees and started to rub his legs.
"Why are you bothering me?" he asked, putting more money in her underwear to push her away.
"You're possibly the sexiest man I've seen," she replied in a thick Irish accent.
"Well…there's more men here, with plenty of money, go after them. I'm married," Draco said, showing her his ring. He lied about being married, but he was engaged. He had bought the wedding rings and started to wear his early. However, this bit of information did not sway the stripper. She moaned in delight.
"Ooo…time to explore, huh? She must have been a mistake, or you wouldn't be here, putting money in my bra. Is she not good in bed, or is she lazy?" she purred. Draco stood up and pushed the girl off of him, sending her backwards.
"How dare you…you sleazy bitch!" Draco bellowed, his hand rose as if he was about to strike her. The stripper backed away from him and covered her face with her arms. Draco relaxed and walked away from the stripper, to sit next to Harry, the stripper went back to dancing.
"Man…I am wasted," Harry said, putting down another empty bottle. Draco turned to stare at Harry's dimly lit eyes.
"Potter, your lack of responsibility sickens me," Draco said, turning to face Harry.
"Fuuuccck off Mal…foy!" Harry slurred he accidentally spat in Harry's face. Draco chuckled, wiping the spit off of his face.
"Potter, you're one hell of an alcoholic," he said, opening a beer bottle for himself. Harry picked up another one and downed the bottle within minutes.
"I'm soooo worried I might fuuucck up my marriage to Herm…ion…eee. I'm so luuucckky to ha…ve 'er. I thought I'd lo..ooossee 'er, butttt it was trrruuue 'ove," Harry said, swaying in his seat.
"That's good Potter, I'm happy that you're happy," Draco said, taking a sip from his beer.
"You hu…rt my Hermy, Mal---foy! And I wan-ted to killll your asssss..." Harry said angrily, spilling some beer on his shirt. Draco looked down at his own beer and frowned.
"Yeah, I know Potter. I hurt Granger. I was a fool, a sick fool. I was evil. It'll never happen again," Draco said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Harry smiled at him.
"Go—od. Or I mi'ght breeeak yur legggss offfff," Harry said, using his hands to "break" and imaginary leg. "Merry Christmas Drac---oh,"
"Merry Christmas Harry,"
Hermione stood on top of a table, dancing with a male stripper. She took his bow tie of and swung it over her head. The stripper lifted her in his arms and carried her off the table, placing her in a chair. He pulled off his tiny pair of underwear and shook his manhood in her face. She yelled in surprise and lifted her hands above her head to do a silly shimmy. Ginny, Neola, and Lavender sat next to her, occupied with their own escapade with a stripper. Neola was on top of hers, making out feverishly with him. Ginny stuffed money down another's backside with Lavender slapped his butt. After she the strippers left, Hermione felt poor and lightheaded. She pulled out a bottle of wine and three wine glasses.
"Where the hell is Neola?" Hermione asked, pouring wine into the glasses.
"Oh…pish. She's in the next room with that stripper!" Ginny asked, pointing to the room behind them. They were in a hotel located in Diagon Alley. Hermione quieted the girls and walked stealthy to the door. She put her hear to the door and heard moans come from the room. Neola was having a ball.
"Oh, do that again…" said a man's voice.
"What?" Neola asked.
"The thing with your back, when you twisted it upward…like a snake, that felt amazing," he said.
Hermione giggled and stumbled her way towards the chair. Hermione, Lavender and Ginny tapped their wine glasses together in a toast.
"TO MARRIAGE" Lavender yelled.
"TO WITCHES!" Ginny yelled.
"TO LOVE!" Hermione said.
There came a loud moan from the room, and they heard the muffled but clear voice of Neola.
"TO SEX!"
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