A Very Merry Christmas


December 25th


"Hermione…sweetheart, wake the bloody hell up." Neola stood above Hermione's snoring body. As she stirred, she vaguely remembered hearing Neola with a stripper last night and toasting with all the girls. She fell asleep on the floor of the hotel, a bottle of liquor under her arm.

"Wake up Mrs. Potter! It's your fucking wedding day!" Neola pulled one of Hermione's arms and helped her sit up.

"Lavender made you a potion to get rid of your hangover…since we know you downed that whole bottle of wine last night," Ginny said, walking into a fireplace. She was holding her back pack as she spun out of the fireplace.

"Where is she going?" Hermione asked, Lavender came towards her holding a steaming glass.

"Drink up. She's going to the Burrow to pick up our stuff for the wedding, we're going to head to Hogwarts to get ready," Lavender said, tipping back Hermione's head so she could swallow the steaming liquid.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked, wiping away the foam left behind from the drink. She was surprised that the drink tasted like peppermint, despite the ugly appearance of the liquid.

"It's five in the morning," Neola said, checking her watch.

"Where did you get that watch?" Hermione asked, pointing to the thin golden wristband. Neola grinned and batted her eyelashes.

"The lovely stripper that gave me the biggest pleasure I've ever had left me a reminder of him," Neola said, walking away swishing her butt from side to side. Lavender and Hermione laughed.

"C'mon ladies, lets go. It's time to get married." Lavender said, walking towards the fireplace.


Harry awoke with a start and felt confused. He was lying in a comfortable bed…and he realized that he was in a dorm room. The sheets around him were silky green. He pulled back the drapes, light bursting through the cracks.

"What the…" Harry said, turning to see Draco sleeping next to him. Draco awoke from his sleep and stared at Harry.

"Ginny?"

"Malfoy?!" Harry jumped from out of the bed, naked. He covered himself up with the rug that was on the floor. Draco angrily stood from his bed, he had on pajamas.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed Potter?" Draco asked, backing away from him. Harry froze and had a thoughtful look on his face. He pointed to Draco, then at himself.

"Did we—?" Harry asked bluntly. Draco shook his head furiously.

"I don't remember anything…" he whispered. Harry stood stock-still, fear flooding into Draco's face.

"Oh God Malfoy…" Harry whined. Draco began to shake himself.

"Nothing happened last night, okay Potter, nothing!" Draco yelled. Suddenly the door burst opened. Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean stood in the doorway, staring at Harry's bare ass, and Draco's pissed expression. The lot of them exploded with laughter.

"Haha, hello mate, sorry about all this, it was their idea," Ron said, scratching is head and nodding at the rest of the guys. Draco and Harry gave Ron a confused look.

"We…they decided that it would be funny to put your unconscious body in Draco's bed. Both of you were knocked out by drinking too much," Ron started. Draco gave a sheepish smile, remembering how he called Harry irresponsible for becoming drunk. "So we put you two together for a nap, since Malfoy was swaying all over the place and repeating his password. We all crashed here because this entire tower is empty. No one stayed for the Holidays except Malfoy," Ron grinned and waved his hand in an apologetic way. Harry glared at the boys laughing in Draco's doorframe.

"You assholes! How could you do such a thing? On the day of my wedding, do you know how this made me feel?" Harry roared, making the boys stop laughing.

"C'mon mate, it was a bloody joke…at least you didn't ruin your arse," Seamus exclaimed his Irish accent curling his words. Harry scowled and moved to leave the room. Draco turned to look at the clock on his bedside table.

"Potter…it's five in the morning, you should get ready for the wedding," Draco muttered, moving pass him to the loo. Harry put aside his anger and looked around on the floor for his clothes.

"Where the fuck is my clothes?"

Neville stepped forward to hand Harry his clothes. "You got beer all over the clothes you wore yesterday, so we went through your trunk to find you some clean ones," he explained, hiding his smile. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You guys need a life…"


Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself

So clear
Like the diamond in your ring
Cut to mirror your intention
Oversized and overwhelmed
The shine of which has caught my eye
And rendered me
So isolated, so motivated
I am certain now that I am

Vindicated

(Vindicated, Dashboard Confessional)

Hermione sat in one of the parlors off of the Great Hall. Her wedding dress hung in mid air, a clear plastic bag over it. Her mother was running around trying to find Anne who had been arguing with one of the men from the orchestra.

"Hermione?" She sat down her crumpet and turned to see Draco Malfoy standing in her door.

"Malfoy, how did you get in here?" She asked suspiciously and Draco shrugged.

"I was looking for Ginny and couldn't find her, and I saw that your door was ajar and decided to talk to you,"

"About what, I'm extremely busy," she lowered her voice, "And hopefully you wouldn't be trying to take advantage of me on the day of my wedding…or ever…" Draco flinched and backed away from her.

"Actually, I came in here to talk to you about that…the past I suppose,"

"What about the past? Draco, you almost ruined my life, if it wasn't for Harry, I would have been dead. You raped me several times, and…you, impregnated me," Hermione said with shame. She touched her forehead as if she had a headache. "Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked staring at Draco's shocked expression.

"You were pregnant?"

"Yes, but I lost the baby by falling down the stairs of your mansion. To this day Harry believes that it was his kid, and it will stay like that to the day I die." she confirmed, her eyes were ablaze with a fiery hate. Draco leaned against the door, closing it. Hermione panicked and pulled out her wand.

"You bastard, to think you've changed!" Hermione exclaimed jumping up to emphasis her words. Draco's eyes grew wide and he lifted his hands in a peaceful way.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry if I closed the door," he said, opening it back up. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm not like that anymore. Hermione, I'm sorry about all the shitty things I've done in my life. I've killed the only people I've ever loved." Draco declared, weeping. Hermione sat back onto her chair and cast a locking spell on her door.

"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked, interested in the infamous life of Draco Malfoy. She could finally find out what some of the motives were to inflict harm on people, hate like that just doesn't spring out of people from nowhere.

"Susie was my only friend and she's gone. Mum loved me so much and died not knowing I also loved her, Father was an asshole, and I thank you for killing him, mum loved me so much and died not knowing I also loved her, Father was an asshole and he took too much away from me, but look at me, look what I've become. I've raped Cho Chang, Katie Bell, April, Lavender, Pansy, Ginny, you," Draco sobbed, he was sitting on the floor now, his head in his arms, "A tiny girl at one of my dad's parties…oh god…at night I can hear the sickening sounds from her, her bloody fucking screams! Over and over in my head, screaming for help, asking me what she did wrong…begging for her mum…I've repent so many fucking times…but it doesn't change what I am…no one could change my past. What Father did to me when mum wasn't home, what he did to make sure I didn't become some fucking pussy! I was a little BOY!" Draco screamed, gripping his hair. Hermione flinched and had a burning feeling rise in her throat. "I knew I was a monster before I even knew what the word meant. There have been times when I just wanted to jump off the roof of that mansion. The memories I've had in them aren't worth living for…" Draco whispered, turning away from Hermione's sad face. "Don't…" he whispered. Hermione was next to him on the floor, she was reaching to hug him. "Don't…" he begged. Hermione pulled him into her arms and hugged him.

"Draco, you've suffered a fucked up justice. But what you did was uncalled for, but I know you're trying hard to leave that part of yourself behind. I'm sorry about your past Draco. I really want you to seek help. A shrink perhaps? I can find you one," Hermione said carefully. Draco wrapped his arms completely around her and nodded. Hermione felt dazed that this person, who has tormented her for seven years, is showing an utterly different side of him.

"Thank you Hermione,"

"You're welcomed Draco. You should go before someone comes back," Hermione said, helping him stand. "Here, take the fireplace," Ginny should be in her dorm," She said, putting powder into the fireplace. Draco stood in the fire.

"I hope you have a magnificent wedding Hermione," and with a wave, he was gone. She sighed deeply and sat back in her chair. Facing a mirror, she realized that she had tears running down her face. She quickly wiped them away as Anne came blasting into the room.

"Why is your door locked? Your mum almost had a heart attack when she couldn't get in! What the hell Hermione, it's nine and you haven't finished eating, c'mon, hurry!" she yelled as she moved to pick up her clipboard.

"Well, I had to fire the orchestra!" she said, gazing at Hermione's angry face.

"What? How could you Anne! It's the day of the wedding! What are we going to do now?" Hermione asked, dropping her tea cup on its saucer.

"He called me a mudblood Hermione…I would think you would know how that feels. I had a back up orchestra; they should be on their way now. So please, calm down when I tell you information about your wedding," Anne said, writing down a bunch of stuff on her clipboard. She tore off the parchment she was writing on and pulled out what looked like a muggle cell phone.

"You can't use any type of gadgets like that on Hogwarts grounds—" Hermione said, remembering an event that occurred in fourth year with muggle gadgets.

"Hello…Lou, get your arse down here, yes…the parlor…no, I'm not alone the bride is with me. Yes, I know the FUCKING ORCHESTRA IS GONE! The new guys are on their way, yes, I know that Neola is in the wedding. What do you mean? The bridesmaids are in their dorm. What do you mean you can't find Ginny? Shagging? What the HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT? SHE WON'T OPEN HER DOOR? Well break the bloody thing down, we need those rings! Hold on," Anne put her hand over the receiver. "Why the bloody hell did you trust Ginny with your rings? She's shagging Malfoy as we talk, holding the rings hostage! What? Do NOT stare at her, cover your EYES YOU GIT! What did you say, Lou? LOU! LOU NO! GET THE RINGS AND GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE!" Anne was yelling into the receiver again. "Lou, do NOT pick a fight with Malfoy! Tell him who you are and why you're there— LOU? HE HIT YOU?! LOU…!" Anne turned off her cell.

"What happened?"

"Fucking Malfoy punched Lou! Malfoy didn't know who he was when he broke into the room. He's standing there ogling Ginny's naked body when Draco comes into the room from the loo! Now Draco just knocked out my assistant," Anne said angrily. Hermione laughed manically at Anne but recovered quickly.

"How did you use your cell in here?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, Dumbledore loosened some of the wards placed on the castle so your muggle relatives can use their cells, which gave me the opportunity of using mine," Anne said, opening the door. "Your mother is checking up on Harry, I'm about to go straighten up the mess Lou made, I'll be back." Anne left the door opened as she ran into the Great Hall screaming.

"GET YOUR LAZY ASSES UP! THERE'S A WEDDING HAPPENING HERE!" Hermione giggled as she finished her breakfast.


"Harry?" Mrs. Granger moved to embrace Harry. Harry hugged her back and sat on the edge of his trunk with a bagel in his hand.

"Um…how are you Mrs. Granger?" Harry asked, pulling his socks off with one hand and eating the bagel with the other. Mrs. Granger laughed.

"Don't keep calling me Mrs. Granger! Call me mum," she said. Harry went ridge and stared at her. He didn't know what she meant…but he wanted to be polite.

"Okay, mum…how are you?"

"Oh! Just fine!"

Harry grinned. Neville stepped into the room.

"Harry…what time does the wedding start?" Neville asked swaying on his feet; he had a beer bottle in his hand. He was already dressed in his dress pants but had on his t-shirt.

"One, why? Neville…you shouldn't be drinking," Harry replied.

"Oh gees…it's only nine, thank god, gives me time to relax," Neville said, walking out of the room.


"Are you Hermione?"

A pretty young lady stood at the door of the parlor carrying a large suitcase. She had very tan skin with beautiful hazel eyes. Her long curly black hair trailed all the way down to her butt.

"Yes, I am, may I help you?" Hermione stood to shake the girls' hand.

"Yes…my name is Jessica Menderaz; I am your make up artist. I've been summoned here all the way from Spain," she said walking into the room. Her foreign accent was thick but clear. She placed her suitcase on one of the armchairs in the room and flopped down in the chair next to it.

"Why? Oh, you must be exhausted. Would you like some tea?" Hermione asked, walking towards the tea pot.

"Oh, yes, thank you." The woman's cell began to ring and she answered it.

"Alo? Hola Señora. No, no tienes razón, la mujer esta allí. Si, ¡la mujer es aburrida! ¿Que? ¿Donde? Ah…OK, adiós señora, gracias," Jessica hung up the cell as and accepted the tea cup Hermione held out to her. She hid her sly smile as the woman sipped her tea. She was extremely interested in the brief conversation the woman had, because she sounded happy in her native tongue.

"Well, thank you," Jessica said. There was a knock at the door and Hermione went to open it. A tall blonde woman stood there with three other women.

"Hello Mrs. Granger. We are your hair dressers. Prepare yourself to be beautified," the blonde said, making her way into the parlor. Hermione started to shut the door when someone stuck there foot in the door.

"Hermione?" said a familiar voice. Hermione swung the door open to see her two favorite cousins standing there.

"Claire! Chris! Oh God! Girls…I missed you!" Hermione threw her arms around the two girl's necks bringing there heads together.

"Didn't know you were a witch until I got here," Chris whispered the 'witch' part as if it was a dirty word.

"I knew it from the beginning! My Hermione had some hyped up magic! I knew it since third grade when she solved all of my math problems in two minutes!" Claire exclaimed. Chris giggled and shrugged.

"Maybe it was because she was smart, Claire."

"Oh piss off Chris; can't you see I'm with my cousin?" Claire asked, hugging Hermione again.

"She's my bloody cousin too!" Chris yelled, hugging Hermione again.

"You two haven't changed a bit! Oh…I'm so happy to see you all. You're here to pick up the bridesmaid dresses? Follow me, they're back here." Hermione led her excited cousin's passed the talking women and into the dressing room.


Mr. Granger could hear the music of Anne's replacement eight-piece orchestra ensemble coming from inside the Hall, as well as the faint rustling of the large crowd who'd come here to witness the marriage of the two most famous magical couple in history. Mr. Granger lingered well back of the door, Hermione standing next to him. It was just a minute before one o clock. Everyone was in place.

He glanced down at Hermione. She didn't look nervous, just anxious to get on with it. "Ready?" he whispered.

She grinned up at him. "Ready."

Suddenly the music changed, and Anne nodded to someone he couldn't see. The large double doors were opened and he heard the giant crunch as five hundred people turned in their seats to watch. On cue, Lavender began walking down the long central aisle, carpeted in deep red for the occasion. A few beats later, Ginny followed, trying to look comfortable in her gown and shoes. Neola waited for her signal, and then set off. Claire walked awkwardly down the aisle, and lastly Chris. They waited for the music to change again, signaling that all five women had reached the front.

Hermione looked up at her father. "Well, Dad, this is it. Ready to hand me off?"

He gave her a slightly insecure smile in return. "No, I'm not...but I will." He kissed her cheek. She slipped her right hand in her fathers elbow.

Anne motioned to them and they stepped to the head of the aisle. As started down, the entire assembly raised to their feet with a giant swoosh!

Their walk down the aisle was mostly a blur. Faces passed by, many of them familiar. Hermione's hand was firm on her father's elbow. He could almost feel her pulse racing through her fingers. It was a long aisle and there were a lot of people; they couldn't actually see Harry until they got about halfway down Ron, Draco, Seamus, Dean and Neville stood behind him. He could tell the exact moment Hermione saw him, because her hand immediately tightened on his arm.

Harry stood there his handsome tux made him look professional but his hair was still untidy. He was looking up the aisle, watching their approach; an expression of awe on his face that would have been humorous had it not been so visibly heartfelt. Mr. Granger heard an odd sniffing noise and realized it was Hermione courageously keeping herself from crying.

At length, they reached the front just as the music wound to a close, perfectly timed. Dumbledore stood before them, a book held at his side. "Who blesses this unification?" he asked.

Mr. Granger, prepped for the traditions of magical weddings, was ready. "I do," he said. He shook Harry's hand, kissed Hermione and stepped back to join Mrs. Granger, already weeping quietly in her place of respect.

"Hi," Harry whispered to her.

"Hi," she whispered back, and then took his arm.

Of the ceremony, Mr. Granger could hardly say what happened. He was in something of a daze. There were some words, there was a little music. There was some to-do with wands that he was vaguely aware of. Dumbledore said some official-sounding things. The preliminary were hardly important. Ron had a very bad moment when he was certain he'd left the rings in the dorm, but forced himself to remain calm and confirm that yes, they were in his pocket, right where they were supposed to be.

Ron heard both of his best friends saying the things they'd chosen to learn by heart ahead of time rather than repeating them after Dumbledore. Their vows were not original, he knew. Both of them were combined in their loathing of couples who wrote their own vows. They'd chosen to use the same vows used by Hermione's parents. Ron had read them, they were very nice. He barely heard them as it came from their mouths. He found himself focusing on their faces. Hermione was glowing. She never took her eyes off Harry's face except when Dumbledore required her attention. As for Harry, he looked as though he might explode at any moment.

He didn't listen. It didn't matter. Whatever they said, whatever was said over them, it was all window dressing. Suddenly it all seemed slightly ridiculous. The clothes, the parties, the vows, the rings. What did it all mean? They'd be just as married if they stood in the backyard in their pajamas. Did a statement of someone authorized really mean much? Wasn't marriage a strictly personal agreement?

Suddenly he was jolted out of these rational thoughts by the realization that he was dodging his duties. "May I have the rings, please?" Dumbledore was saying to him.

Ron produced them, holding them on his outstretched palm as he'd been bidden. Dumbledore levitated them off his hand and balanced them between their recipients, who plucked them from the air. For the first time he heard a slight shiver in Hermione's voice as she slid the ring onto Harry's finger. "Take this ring and remember its meaning," she said from memory. "While you wear it, I am with you. As I have given it, I give you my love and companionship." Harry repeated her words as he did her actions. Ron saw one tear, the only one she was to shed, roll down her cheek as he did so.

And then, they were at the end. Dumbledore, grinning madly, drew himself up for the final declaration. "Well, then. On behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, being a fully empowered representative thereof, I recognize that you, Harry, and you, Hermione, are husband and wife." He paused for effect. "You may kiss the bride"

Ron watched as his best friends kissed each other, grinning around each other's lips, murmuring to each other words he couldn't understand. The Hall erupted in applause and cheers as the orchestra swung into a trumpet blast.


As soon as they were clear Harry turned and swept Hermione up in his arms, twirling her around, both of them laughing like maniacs. He set her down and kissed her again. She hugged him tightly. "Oh, Harry," she said, her voice muffled against his tux. "It's done. It's really done. We made it through and it's done."

"Thank God," he said, holding her close. "My nerves are gone." He looked down at her. "My god, Hermione...you're so beautiful. Look at you. I saw you coming down that aisle and I thought I'd die of pride."

She held the front of his tux and drew him close again. "You're so sexy in this tux I'm lucky I had my dads elbow to hang onto because I was swooning."

The rest of the wedding party started coming out of the Hall at this point and the mad hugging frenzy began, then the parents showed up and it got worse. Harry began to worry vaguely that he might be suffocated by the people. Anne suddenly materialized out of nowhere. "Yes, congratulations, well done, smashing, now let's get in line here, you've got guests to greet."

"Oh, do we have to do this bloody greeting line thing?" Harry moaned the idea suddenly repulsive to him.

"Yes, we bloody do," she said. "It's traditional. Besides, we've got to get everyone out so they can rearrange the Hall for the dinner. Don't you want to greet everyone who was nice enough to come to your special day?"

There was no argument there, so they were organized into a line and then it started. Harry soon revised his opinion of receiving lines from "fine" to "torture of the damned." At first he was delighted to see all the friends and family and everyone and their brother who'd come, but as they kept trooping by with no end in sight he began to wonder how many times one could be hugged before sustaining serious organ damage. Their line had been shortened only to themselves, Hermione's parents, and Molly and Arthur. Molly hugged Harry tightly and bawled. She was whispering in Harry's ear about being an amazing son to her.


The wedding dinner was served at four o'clock in the Great Hall. The faculty table was back, set up for the wedding party and the rest of the guests would be seated at fifty or so ten-person round tables, labeled with their names. After a long period of lollygagging in the chambers and corridors outside, everyone was very glad to sit down.

Hermione felt like she was floating on a cloud. She sat at the table next to Harry and enjoyed being waited on. Her glass was refilled with exquisite champagne enough times that she began to feel a bit placid, and the dinner was delicious. And of course there were toasts. Ron got up and spoke with such fluency about his long years with the two newlyweds that he had everyone in the room sniffling. Her father stood up and gave a brief toast that had her crying again. Lavender gave a short and moving speech and Ginny stood to give a short speech that had everyone laughing.

All the same, she was glad when the dinner was over. This was part of the plan. Dinner from four until five, then a break, and then the reception party would begin at seven. This gave the guests a chance to leave if they wished, join amongst themselves, walk the grounds, visit the school, or even go into Hogsmeade if they wanted. Its main purpose, however, was a breather for the newlyweds. They both planned to change clothes.

The guests began to scatter, and she realized that the break had another purpose, one which Anne probably had in mind when she'd suggested it. Hermione had been married to Harry for about two hours now and hadn't yet managed a single private moment with him. Even during dinner they'd barely spoken, being occupied with other people.

As they left together it was the kissing rather than the talking which seemed more urgent. They practically raced each other to the empty classroom. Harry barely got the door shut and locked behind him and they were all over each other. After a few moments Hermione gasped for him to stop a minute. "Let's get out of these clothes first," she said. "I feel so...awkward."

"Good idea," he said, which led to their being sprawled on the settee together, half out of their clothes. Hermione's dress was hanging on a hanger but she was still in her crinolines. Harry's cape and jacket were tossed to the floor. She knew they were rapidly approaching the point of no return. "Maybe we shouldn't do this," he said, pulling back a little. "It seems so...I don't know. Inappropriate?"

She gaped at him. "Inappropriate? Harry James Potter, I've been sleeping alone for a week. We just got married. The sight of you in that uniform was almost enough to give me a spontaneous orgasm and now we have two hours alone together in a locked room and if you don't make love to me and I mean right now I'm going to divorce you."

"I have the best wife in the cosmos," he breathed.

"Don't you forget it." She drew him down again, but paused after a moment. "But..."

"What?" he whimpered.

"Maybe we should reconsider..."

He stared at her for a long time then kissed the nape of her neck. "I'll risk it."


The reception party began to start. The orchestra kicked off with some modern jazz music. The faculty table had been replaced with a platform for the band, and half the round tables were gone to leave room for dancing, the others pushed aside. A bar had been set up in one corner, and a long table of snacks was along one wall. And near the front of the room on its own table stood a superb wedding cake. Hermione sat in a large winged chair that was set aside for the newlyweds. Lavender, Neola and Ginny sat next to her as she waited for Harry to come back from talking to Molly.

"Hermione, darling look who I've found, Alex, my little brother, remember?" Claire came whizzing towards her, a tiny eleven year old behind her. His wide blue eyes gave him an innocent attribute.

"Alex, hey, I remember when you were just a tiny baby," she said patting his hair down. He gazed up at her and smile.

"Did you know that Alex will be coming here in the fall? He's a wizard! My little brother," Claire said gaping at Hermione's raised eyebrows.

"Well that's amazing! And here I thought I was the only magical person in this family," she said, embracing Alex. A photographer came from behind Claire and took pictures.

"Hello Mrs. Potter, congratulations. What do you want to say to the Daily Prophet?" The photographer asked, producing a parch-pad and quill.

"That I'm extremely happy to finally be married to the man I love!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry came through the crowd and took Hermione's hand and led her to the middle of the room. He pulled her close and wrapped one arm on her waist. The band started up a love song and they waltzed their way into several different songs.


The reception went on for hours. Harry and Hermione had come prepared and very aware of the expectations of their guests; they danced song after song, never seeming to tire. They danced with other guests, they danced with their families.

It was after two a.m. when Mr. and Mrs. Potter finally climbed into their carriage bound for Hogsmeade Station and then for London. The heartiest survivors of the reception party saw them off with many hugs, kisses, well-wishes and tossing of mistletoe.

"See you tomorrow mate," Ron hugged Harry and kissed Hermione on the cheek.

"That's right, you guys have to come back for you clothing…" Lavender said grinning. "We won't see you for two months…February…"

"Don't worry Lav, I'll send you owls every day," Hermione said, gripping Lavender in a tight hug. Ginny came from behind and started to cry.

"I love you guys so much," she hugged them and gave each of them a rose. Draco was next to her and shook Harry's hand and kissed Hermione on the cheek.

"Have fun guys," he said, moving back. Harry nodded and waved to the crowd as the carriage took off.

"Merry Christmas!" Hermione and Harry yelled, waving frantically.


Please R&R! Thank you so much. One more chapter to go.

Much Love.