Title: The Beggining of the End (10)
Author: Procella Nox noctis
Category: Drama
Sub Category: General
Keywords: Hermione, Blaise, Priori Incantatem
Summary: Summer brake had been his favourite time of year. Until he had to spend it with Hermione Granger. And that was just the beginning of the story.
Sneak-peek: "Marry me." He said after taking a sip.
"I'm sorry to break your heart Blaise, but no. We don't even know each other well, your friends hate my friends, we haven't even shagged and it would never work." Said Hermione, her voice lacking emotion.
"I could solve the shagging part easily, you know?"
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and unfortunately never will. No money is being made out of this story, which is a pity, it's really good.
A/N: Important! As my reviewers said, it's going fast. No, duh! Imagine how much longer it would be if I write it day by day. Slytherins were friendly because they kind of got to know Hermione. I mean, I haven't written about it, but they did meet more than just that time at Blaise's. They saw each other some more times. I'll give some one a flashback to indicate that. But anyway, when I said they were cheering Hermione in the Great Hall, they could as well do it in mock joy. Whatever. I made a mistake in the last chapter, as Lousie noticed. Well, sorry I was in a hurry. But I promise I'll be more careful from now on. I don't really have a beta or anything you know? Room changes will be made, I honestly don't trust Ron and Lisa together, so don't worry. Hermione's T-shirts are back! Whoot! Read on!
Ten: Decisions and The Priori Incantatem are Discovered
The first day of school had luckily been a Saturday, so almost everybody was sleeping. Almost everybody. Hermione Granger for example, was too busy re-decorating her Head Girl bedroom. Unfortunately, Dumbledore had thought all girls loved pink, so Hermione was horrified when she encountered a pink bedroom. She had immediately, with the help of a charm, changed the colour to purple, and thus had been able to at least sleep well.
The next morning however, she was up at eight thirty, dressed in black pants and a red t-shirt that said : "I live in a hell hole (and need company)" . She was humming an Aerosmith song when Ron entered her room like a madman.
"Hermione! You have to help me! Lisa was trying to-what are you doing?" Ron finished, studying the girl, who was now changing her tapestry from black to white, to grey, to green—Ron shuddered here—to purple, to yellow and finally settled on a pale violet.
"Apparently Dumbledore thought I'd love to have a pink bedroom. But anyway what were you saying about Lisa?" Hermione settled on her bed, taking her Head Girl business-like-tone of voice that made you take her in sirious, which was a bit hard, given the T-shirt she wore.
"She's insane! She was up all night explaining the Pythagoras' Theory she'd learned last summer. How the hell am I supposed to know what a triangle looks like? And what the bloody fuck is a hypotenuse?" Ron shouted.
"Ron, Ron, Ron. A triangle is something with the shape of Malfoy's head. Tree pointy edges. The hypotenuse is the largest side of the triangle. And the Pythagoras theory is quite simple. You see, when you have a—"
"Argh! No, stop, stop! Don't you start on me again, please!"
"Then why are you here in the first place?"
"I want to change bedrooms with Ernie. I'll share a bedroom with Ernie and Hannah can live with Lisa. That way we know no hormonal activity will be going on between us."
Hermione sniffed and hugged Ron. "My baby boy's all grown up and matured."
"Why you little-!" Ron shouted as he started tickling Hermione to death.
After a few minutes they were out of breath from laughing. Ron grinned at Hermione, then left to talk arrangements with Ernie.
Hermione smiled as she dropped on her bed. Ron wasn't a bad guy. Sure, he was sometimes a bit oblivious and sometimes annoyed the hell out of her, but they were good friends. She hoped Ron and Harry both would find happiness in their life. They had, after all, given her some of the best days of her life, and their unconditional friendship. And if anyone dared to make her best friends unhappy, they'd pay.
Melancholy had gotten the best of her that day. She smiled as she remembered all the adventures she had had with her two boys. And then she remembered all the laughs she had shared with Blaise, and the undeniable friendship they had formed. And at last, she remembered all the times she had laughed with the Slytherin trio and how much she had learned from and about them.
She now knew Draco had been abused his whole childhood, enabling him from feeling more than hatred towards his father. He was a good friend for Blaise, Pansy and Millicent, and if you had his respect, then it wouldn't be long before he accepted you as a friend. The fact was proven to Hermione, who had Draco's respect, but was still to earn his friendship, seeing as they still called each other names. Also, the boy seemed to be in love with his smirk, so it took him a lot to smile. But Hermione guessed that now that lived with Tonks, he was bound to laugh more often.
Pansy was a girl who had suffered a lot. It went from people at school calling her a scarlet woman, and all the way up to where the Death Eaters had abused her mother's hospitality. In a violating way. What moved Hermione the most was that the Death Eaters had also taken advantage of Pansy, who at that time had been fourteen. That was partially the reason for which you could only see her around Draco. Being his cousin thrice removed, she felt protected around him, and he protected her. That had also been the reason why they had went to the Yule Ball together.
Millicent had a normal family, who wanted what was best for their daughter. The Bulstrode weren't Voldemort fans, but they also had had no regret in joining his group. However, they didn't oblige Millicent into joining if she did not wish to. Which Millicent thought would be their death, because Voldemort never took a 'No' for an answer. The girl only hoped that by the time she was of that age, Voldemort would be dead.
Hermione stood up and thought. Honestly, no one was different from the other. Everybody had reasons to hate Voldemort. So why did they argued? Hermione had to agree with her mother. Now was a good opportunity to join her friends with the Slytherins, to make them notice they weren't that bad.
The upcoming war was a gloomy sight, but they needed to stay united. So it was up to Hermione, and Blaise would have to help too, to bring together three Slytherins and three Gryffindors and make them at least befriend each other.
With that thought in mind, Hermione went into Blaise's room to wake him up. The room itself consisted in two separated beds, each with curtains of course, and two desks, closets and chairs. She thought that probably every room had the same thing.
Hermione went to where Blaise was sleeping peacefully. She looked at Millicent who seemed to be in deep sleep. Smirking, Hermione hunched over Blaise and blew in his ear. That earned a moan from the boy, and the sound seemed to turn Hermione on a lot, so she repeated the operation and blew into his ear again.
"Hermione, if you don't stop now, I'm going to make you scream so loud the entire Hogwarts will wake up. And they won't be screams of pain." Came Blaise's muffled voice.
"Oh." Hermione straightened up, while Blaise opened his eyes to look at her.
"I liked the wake-up call though." He grinned at her in that way that made her want to moan.
"Glad to be of service." She blushed. "Anyway, I was thinking we have to make your friends and my friends, be friends."
"Huh? God, I need a coffee, it's too early in the morning."
Hermione whispered a charm, and the next minute a cup of coffee was in her hand. She handed it to Blaise.
"Marry me." He said after taking a sip.
"I'm sorry to break your heart Blaise, but no. We don't even know each other well, your friends hate my friends, we haven't even shagged and it would never work." Said Hermione, her voice lacking emotion.
"I could solve the shagging part easily, you know?"
"Can we go back to the important stuff?"
"Shagging me isn't important?"
"Blaise!" whined Hermione.
"Will you two shut up? Some are trying to sleep here!" Millicent's voice came from behind her curtains.
"Sorry." The other two whispered. Millicent mumbled something then went back to sleep.
"Scoot over a bit, I want to sit down." Hermione sat on Blaise's bed, while he sat beside her.
"So, back to business?" Blaise asked looking into her eyes.
"That. I was thinking about the upcoming war. We have to make your friends be friends with my friends."
"Why?"
"Why? Why!?!? Because they need to get along, once and for all, for Pete's sake!"
"Any suggestions?"
"Well, now that you ask, I might have one." Hermione grinned mischievously.
"Have I told you how you turn me one when you grin like that?" Blaise whispered in Hermione's ear.
"No." she tried to keep a cool face, but on the inside she was burning to kiss him. But she couldn't of course. There was the fact that Millicent was in the same room as them, then the fact that she would never know how to act afterwards, and then the fact that if they got involved as more than friends during the war they could suffer a lot. She only hoped Blaise thought the same.
In some room in Scotland, the Priori Incantatem were all gathered around a table. Everybody was there. Ten cloaked figures, like always. The Leader, the Seer, the Astrologist, the Counsellor, the Warrior, the Protector, the Healer, the Beast, the Beauty and the Element Controller. In the same order, they took off their cloaks to reveal their identities.
First came the Leader, a tall and old man, who looked more than a hundred years old. His secret elixir had kept him alive during many years, but he had to destroy it when Voldemort had almost gotten to the source of immortality. Nicholas Flamel had then been obliged to destroy the stone, but his sorcerer blood had kept him alive more years after that. Being very old, and powerful, he was the Leader of the sorcerer sect. the one that controlled all.
The Seer was Albus Dumbledore. His Seer abilities allowed him to know everything that happened in his school, and everything that was to become of his students. He had dealt with Grindewald, and was feared by Voldemort, therefore he was a good acquisition for the Priori Incantatem.
The Astrologer was Adrianna Sinistra, Astronomy professor at Hogwarts. Her works and star prophecies had better accuracy than the ones Centaurs made. Her sorcerer blood came from a distant part of her family, and had skipped generations to get to her.
The Counsellor was Amelia Watson. She was a vampire from birth. She was also the only vampire that was born from a mortal woman. Amelia was a calculating woman, and was fearful when angry. But she had a sense of humour none possessed.
The Warrior was Orion Cornwell. He was a well built man, in his thirties or so, with black hair and grey eyes. His determination when in the battle field made him a good and feared adversary.
The Protector was Sirius Black. He had only joined the sect when they had brought him back from behind the Veil and discovered that he had sorcerer blood in him.
The Healer was Anemona Pomfrey, Poppy's older sister. She was an old lady who had a determined look on her face. She healed using her sorcerer powers, not her skills and the things she had learned in school.
The Beast was Remus Lupin. Half werewolf and half sorcerer, Remus was a calm man, who spent his nights studying ways to make himself have control of his mind when transformed.
The Beauty was Fleur Delacoeur. The Veela was also part sorcerer herself, and resulted in being a very skilled one as well.
And the Element Controller was Vivian Sarrasin. She was an African lady who had the powers to control the five elements.
These were the new Superiors, each twenty years they changed. Only Dumbledore, Flamel, Watson, Sarrasin and Pomfrey were the veterans. They nodded at the others and sat down. Adrainna took a deep breath.
"Fellow colleagues. It has begun."
E/N: Wow! Another cliffie! But at least now we know who the P.I. are. Please read the note at the beginning if you haven't yet. Hope you liked. Hermione's doubts and thoughts were for Lousie, who wanted to know how Harry and Ron would react. It isn't there yet, but I've wrote a scene to let people know that just because Hermione is falling in love with Blaise doesn't mean she'll forget who her friends are. And sorry for all who wanted some kissing. I've tried to take it in consideration, but that would just ruin some of my plot. So don't expect kissing so soon. I think. Also, to my reviewers: Thank you.