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The past week has been extremely rough, especially the last three days, today however was the first where I didn't feel the stress of exams pressing down on me. After this upcoming week though, they'll be done, so study, study, study.
I started this chapter on Monday, but didn't find time until today to finish it, I hope you all like it!
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Sunday, October 5th, 1975
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Fifth Floor
"Did we map that corridor?" James asked, scratching the side of his head, the illuminated tip of his wand held in his other hand and pointed in the direction of the parchment in Hermione's hand. He was glancing over his sister's shoulder as they slowly strolled down the corridor.
Draco was walking on her other side, his own wand lit, however he was more focused on Sirius-who was peering at a round, jet-black object.
"What's that, Padfoot?" Draco frowned, stopping for a moment and then falling in step with his mate, shining his wand across its velvet smooth surface.
"Remember that thing we talked about last month?" Sirius asked distractedly, rapping his knuckles across the top of it.
"Wait, is that it?" Draco's eyes widened.
"Definitely, or at least the test run...hey Peter, you want to help see if something works?" Sirius's head snapped up, his eyes searching for the mousey brown haired boy.
"Sod off, Padfoot-" Peter grumbled on James's other side, "-last time I helped, my teeth were orange for four days. Four."
"I promise your teeth won't turn orange," Sirius replied quickly, but Peter rolled his eyes, and went back to helping the others-he had a good memory for remembering what they had and hadn't mapped out yet. So Hermione was currently mainly addressing him on that front.
"Then you should try it, Pads," Remus chuckled softly on Sirius's other side, his fingers laced behind his head, relying on his keen sight to see.
Sirius shot Remus a dirty glare, before going back to the object, grumbling as he did.
"Remind me about what it's supposed to do again?" Hermione called lightly over her shoulder, keeping her voice as low as possible. They were out after curfew after all.
The torches in this particular stretch of the castle hadn't been lit for the night, and a howling whisper of wind travelled down it every now and then; the weather got colder and more miserable as the days went by, but that didn't stop Hermione from wearing her skirt so short, or halt their sneaking out of the Common Room down to the lower levels out by the grounds.
Sirius, Remus and Draco had picked up the habit of smoking a fag during those times, and Hermione refused to kiss Remus once he'd done it. James had tried it, and he'd occasionally smoke one or two, but he didn't keep packets tucked in his robes like Sirius did.
Hermione instead drank a bit of Firewhisky, and on some nights, Remus would look at her with pleading eyes and she'd give in. James doused them with an Aguamenti once because one of their snogging sessions got a bit too heated.
"Well, Hermione...you'll just have to wait and see," Sirius smirked smugly, and his eyes widened as he saw that they were just around the corner from the entrance to the Ravenclaw Tower.
Sirius pursed his lips in thought, "wait a second!"
Hermione, James and Peter halted in their tracks, and looked back at the raven haired boy whose face was alight with glee.
"Don't have to use it on you anymore, Wormtail," Sirius grinned, almost manically, and Hermione rolled her eyes at the sight. She only hoped that it couldn't be traced back to them. They had plans for the end of the month, and it wouldn't do to get weeks of detention.
Sirius sped across the corridor, and right around the corner that took you to the Ravenclaw Tower, he placed the ball-it was big enough to fill the span of his hand-on the ground.
"Okay," Sirius rubbed his hands together, and then pointed his wand at the object and whispered under his breath.
The ball vibrated for a moment, and deep in its core it had a bright blue light glow suddenly, it get getting brighter and brighter and spreading outwards until the entire ball was a radiant white-blue colour. Then, the light simply fled, and the ball sunk into the shadows.
"Wait-" understanding dawned on Hermione's face, "-are you sure it's safe? I know we talked about it, but are you sure? Outside the Ravenclaw Tower as well? There are some creative minds in there."
"Shhhh, Mione. It'll be fine," Sirius assured her, jogging back over to the rest of them. "What could go wrong?"
"Fucking hell, Pads," Draco sighed exasperatedly.
"What?"
"Boys," Hermione said in a warning tone, and her attention went back to the intricate layers of parchment before her, hazel eyes scrutinising it thoroughly.
"This is the last corridor, which means...we're done," Peter grinned.
"Are we sure?" James whispered softly, eyes widening.
Hermione and Peter both said at once, "yes."
"All we need to do now is finish off the charmwork!" Draco exclaimed happily, sharing a look with Remus, who nodded; that part was mostly their job.
"Right. I think it's time we go to bed then," Hermione announced, her eyes however were looking at the object that Sirius had placed. She could only hope that it didn't go horribly wrong.
"I hate you," Hermione growled at Sirius, who smiled sheepishly as they looked at the chaos ensuing before their eyes.
"Wow. I didn't know there were that many guys that had a thing for my sister, I guess I'll have to make note that the Ravenclaws need to be taught a lesson," James said with pursed lips, a deep frown marring his features.
"How do you know some of them aren't from girls?" A voice whispered in James's ear, causing him to jump. Hermione glanced to her right and saw that Emmeline Vance was standing right there, and when Hermione made eye contact with the frosty haired girl, she winked audaciously, before slipping between Draco and James.
"It was only meant to create what they most desired at the moment of contact...who knew that Ravenclaws liked you so much Mione?" Sirius said, hands up in surrender when she shot him a murderous glare.
Before their eyes were moving figures and various objects that were made of the same, smooth, black surface as the ball they came from.
You had to touch it for it to work, and Ravenclaws were curious and inquisitive individuals. They also couldn't remove it, because only the counterspell could do that.
There were at least thirty replicas of Hermione, ranging from her in her school uniform, but without any robes on, just her skirt and blouse, with too many buttons undone, even for her, her tie loose around her neck and her skirt at least an inch shorter than it currently was, to ones where she was dressed in her Quidditch uniform, to dressed in racy lingerie.
There were more than their fair share of Sirius's, Draco's, James's and Remus's.
A couple first years were so fascinated that they kept poking it, and different things materialised every time. A box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans to a jump rope.
It was absolute mayhem, and Hermione snapped when she saw a Sixth Year Slytherin-word quickly spread, and persons from the other houses were showing up-grab her replica by her pussy.
"Oh. Fuck no," Hermione snarled, out of the corner of her eye she saw Remus's eyes flash amber and gold and she heard a low growl at the back of his throat.
Hermione was too livid however to tell him to calm down.
"Reducto!" Hermione yelled, brandishing her wand, and hurling the spell at the replica, smirking as it crumbled in the Slytherin's hands.
The boy looked at her with wide eyes, and she could see he was trying to hide the terror because of his friends that were snickering right behind him. Or at least they were before they saw a vehement Hermione Potter storming their way, raven curls sparking at the tips, her hazel eyes had a swirl of what looked like bronze swirling in them in the light-pure and unbridled fury radiating off of her in droves.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione said in a loud clear voice, stopping all of them in their tracks.
Hermione halted beside the one who had so crudely grabbed her replica's cunt. She smiled sweetly at him, and said in a merry voice, "honey. If you ever do something like that again, I don't care if it's a fake or not...I'll chop your hand off."
Hermione turned her eye on everyone else around her, all ages and from all different houses. "I suggest you all get to class, you're all late and whoever doesn't start moving, now, will severely regret that decision," Hermione said calmly and lowly, but loud enough that everyone heard her.
A loud clap came from their left, and McGonagall was standing in the middle of the corridor not fifteen feet away from Hermione. "You heard her. To class."
It only took a few minutes for everyone to scatter, hurriedly rushing this way and the next. Until all that was left were the Marauders and Minnie.
"I take it, that all of this, was your doing?" Minerva asked with a quirked brow and a disapproving twist of her lips.
"I have no idea what you mean, Professor. I hardly think I would want this to happen," Hermione said sincerely, turning her attention back to the frozen Slytherin, sending him a dark glare.
"Let him go, Miss Potter. I shall report him to Professor Slughorn," Minerva said firmly, her emerald green eyes sparkling.
Hermione waited a few moments before sighing heavily from her nostrils before complying.
The boys sped away, one of them almost tripping over his own feet, and Hermione was half tempted to finish the job.
"Black. I assume this is your handiwork?" McGonagall asked, giving Sirius a droll stare when he opened his mouth to deny it.
Draco subtlety elbowed him in the ribs, and the boy instead clamped his mouth shut, sending their Professor his most charming smile.
"I'm not a schoolgirl, Black. Your 'charm' doesn't work on me," McGonagall snorted. She shook her head, and reached up to smooth her hand across her inky black locks, "I suggest you clean this up and hurry along to your first class."
She tapped her foot against the stone for few moments as she seemed to ponder something, her eyes narrowed slightly. "No detention...hmmm...I've got just the punishment. None of you are allowed to go to the Halloween Ball this year, instead you shall be sequestered to the Gryffindor Tower," McGonagall smiled brightly.
Sirius's eyes went wide, Draco opened his mouth to protest, James groaned and his shoulders drooped heavily, Remus rubbed a hand down his face and let out a frustrated sigh. Hermione simply nodded and said, "okay, Minnie. That's fair."
McGonagall cocked her head to the side suspiciously, but gave them a curt nod before spinning on her heel and swiftly heading in the direction of the staircases-she had a class to teach after all.
"What was that?" Sirius asked in disbelief, holding Hermione's face in his hands. "Have you gone mental? The ball is full of witches just waiting for you to ask them to go into a broom closet to snog."
Hermione shook her head and laughed lightly, "you can't fool me. The only girl you're snogging now is Vance."
Sirius's jaw dropped, but he cleared his throat and hurriedly composed himself, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Please. You're snogging Vance whenever you're both free, though I suspect that she doesn't want anything serious," Hermione paused to gauge Sirius's reaction-he averted his eyes and mumbled something about how neither of them did.
"He's just being a git cause some Hufflepuff bloke asked Riley out last week," Draco added, "dunno why he just won't ask her out himself."
"Shut up-" Sirius grumbled, he refocused on Hermione, peering deep into her eyes, "-why are you so calm about us not being able to go to the Ball?"
"Simple-" Hermione shrugged, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair that had sprung free from his high bun, "-we're going to do something else."
Okay, I didn't want to do this, but I feel like I'm going to have to be brutally honest, which may make me seem horrible, or mean. Again I'm sorry. I would like to say that this will be the last time I have to address this, but then I would just be lying to myself.
Remus and Hermione are going to have a full relationship, as are Draco and Marlene. Which includes sex. I am putting this here so that no one can accuse me of lying anymore. Just because the story isn't unfolding as quickly, or in the manner that you expected, doesn't mean that this is not still a Dramione. It is an unconventional one, and a slow burn. I have addressed this topic on several different platforms, and it's not my fault some people don't read A/N's.
I haven't done this for any of my other stories, but it seems like I'm going to have to do it for this one, so that no one can accuse me of 'advertising falsely to gain reviews' or anything of that nature. The Dramione is going to be begin after their Sixth Year starts, which is a while from now, as this school year is going to be longer than any of the prior years.
Now, that being said, I am so grateful to everyone that loves this story, or that I can make someone's day even a little bit better with an update. I cry happy tears for a great deal of the reviews that I get, and you are darling, wondrous humans that deserve all the happiness life can give to you and more.
I'm just done with hesitating when I write a chapter because I know someone is going to ask when the Dramione is going to happen, or pausing mid-sentence and wonder if a kiss if going to cause an uproar. I am writing this story in a way that makes me happy, whilst simultaneously trying to do my best to put out good content for all of you. I of course want you all to like it, but if I was unhappy writing it, then it would show, and no one would win then.
I'm sorry if someone is offended by this, or if you think I'm a horrible human being, but I thought it best I say this here, because I know not everyone looks at my tumblr, where I normally talk about these kinds of things. (I answer guest reviews and make posts about my various stories, and generally freak out about any and everything etc).
Thank you all for reading this long note, and I love you all. The Dramione is coming, and sometimes the best things come to those who wait. I understand if you no longer wish to read because you don't want to wait, or if Remione and Dralene isn't your thing. Thank you for reading up until this point anyway.
Sorry this is so long,
Indieblue xxx