10.
A NEW YEAR
A week had passed and the end of the year was quickly approaching. After just one short week the remaining students at Hogwarts had fallen into a sort of routine. Hermione would get up early in the morning, write down her thoughts and read for about an hour, she'd later join her Slytherin friends (including Wanda) for breakfast. They'd mess about in the snow outside, take long walks around the lake, and lounge in the Room of Requirement whenever it became available.
Sometimes Hermione forgot Wanda was a first-year. Once the girl had warmed up to the group, she could be as silly as Theo and as introspective as Draco, but most of the time, she was on par with Hermione's intelligence.
On New Year's Eve, the group had retreated to the Room of Requirement and settled down in front of a cosy fire.
"What if you add Duo to the Glacius spell?" Wanda wondered aloud. She'd taken over one of the armchairs, sitting sideways with her feet dangling from the armrest, while Theo sat on the opposite one. "Would that help?" The Slytherin girl asked Hermione, who was sitting next to Draco on the sofa in the centre of the room.
"We already have everything under control with the potion, the brooms, the secret tunnel…" Theo said pointing at the vacant frame on the wall opposite to him. Wanda shrugged, clearly embarrassed.
"It's a good idea if it helps us get through it faster," Draco said without raising his eyes from the book he was reading. He was already about to finish the one Hermione gifted him a week before.
"That's true," Hermione said encouragingly. "We might be able to cover more ground that way."
"I don't know," Theo said, yawning as he stood up. "I'm going to bed."
"Already?" Wanda asked.
"Yep," he responded, walking towards her and grabbing her arm to pull her up. "And you're coming with me, leave the lovebirds alone."
"You're not the boss of me," the girl protested.
"You don't have to leave," Hermione said. "We can ring in the new year together in about an hour. Right?"
She looked at Draco, fully expecting him to back her up, but he looked up from his book to his friend, creating some kind of staring contest.
"Right," Theo said before he led Wanda towards the door by her shoulders and waved back lazily. "See you tomorrow!"
"Why are you doing this?" Wanda asked as he opened the door for her. "I'm not even sleepy!"
"I'll explain when you're older." Theo's muffled voice was the last thing Hermione heard as the door closed.
A baffled Hermione fixed her stare on Draco, who'd gone back to reading the book on his lap. She watched him read with his head slightly down, his fringe falling in his eyes, as handsome as ever. He'd put on some healthy weight during the last few days. They were just a couple of pounds, but she could notice the subtle difference. He'd always been pale but a rosy undertone was back on his skin, making him impossibly more attractive in Hermione's eyes.
They were silent for a few minutes until she noticed he hadn't flipped the page in an abnormally long time.
"What just happened?" Hermione asked quietly. She didn't know what to think. Was it a bad thing that they'd been deliberately left alone, or a good thing?
Draco shrugged unconvincingly. "They went back to the dungeons, I guess."
"Theo's not a very good actor," Hermione said. "And neither are you."
She grabbed his book, closing it and putting it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He didn't stop her but sat still instead.
She sat back facing him by putting her leg up on the cushion and took his hand. "Hey," she whispered.
He swallowed hard and squeezed her hand back. "I'm nervous," he said with a bitter laugh.
"What? Why?" Hermione asked, frowning. When he looked at her, she could see the unease in his grey eyes.
"That book…" he began. "The things they talk about seem atrocious, even to me. Did it really happen? Did muggles really do all that to each other?"
"Unfortunately, yes," she responded sadly and he sighed, looking down again. "I'm sorry, I never intended to upset you. I only thought since it was interestingly related to chemistry—"
"No, you're right, I like it," he said before taking her other hand. "It has made me think and realise so many things…for the better."
Suddenly, Draco let go of her and stood up. He walked to the small chest of drawers which had appeared behind the sofa three days ago and retrieved a long narrow box from the top drawer. He went back around and sat again next to Hermione, closer this time.
"I didn't know how else to thank you," he said before handing her the box.
Surprise and elation flooded her heart. She quickly opened the box to reveal a delicate-looking silver quill with soft, iridescent green and purple feathers.
"It's beautiful," she whispered, gently brushing her finger down the quill. She looked up and smiled at him. "I love it."
"I have a decent collection and this is one of my favourites," he explained as he pulled it out of the box with two fingers. "It seems fragile, but it's actually quite sturdy, plus…"
He took her hand and presented up her palm as he traced an ornate letter on her wrist. Hermione watched as shiny black ink magically made its way out of the tip and set to a matte finish. Draco brushed his finger over the 'D' he'd written on her skin, but it didn't budge.
"It's quick-drying and the ink reserve will last for a few weeks, hopefully," he said, finally showing her a smirk. "You'll have to let me know when it does so I can perform the charm again if you'd like."
"A charm, huh?" Hermione said with a chuckle before reaching out to kiss him. "You're charming, all right."
He laughed against her lips. "I know there are longer-lasting quills on the market inspired by those muggle pains you use, but without being able to go shopping, I had to be resourceful."
"They're called pens," Hermione corrected as she put away the quill inside the box on the table. "This is more meaningful, anyway."
"As was the book," he declared. "Thank you, Hermione."
She couldn't believe how sweet his gesture was. This side of Draco Malfoy hardly ever came out, but whenever it did, it never ceased to amaze her. It just didn't compute with the nasty, awful boy he used to be, and sometimes she couldn't believe how much she liked the new person he'd become. She also loved her given name on his lips.
She moved forward, straddled him and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder. Hermione felt Draco relax under her as he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed over her ear, tickling her, then behind it, making her sigh, then under it on her neck, making her moan softly and grind on his lap.
They'd been in this same situation throughout the past week, snogging in dark corners of the castle, just to be interrupted by Peeves, Filch and even Professor Gournie once. They'd always had time to pull away before anybody saw them, except for the time when the poltergeist startled them by screeching in their ears, running away cackling before Draco threw a hex at him and reminded him he was on thin ice with the Bloody Baron.
This time, they were in a private room without anybody who could put a damper on their activities. Hermione had never been more riled up than the past few days, and she was ready to take whatever relationship they had to the next level, regardless of what was traditionally considered right or wrong. She'd been through that kind of scrutiny before, so now she wanted to take back some control. And let go of it, too.
Her movements became more and more insistent as their kisses became more and more heated. Draco put his hands into the pockets on the backside of her denim trousers. She'd learned he loved to do that. He squeezed in time with her grinding and it felt amazing to her when he let out little sounds of pleasure, almost as if he was containing himself from ravishing her. She remembered how he'd sounded in the bath, when she had him between her legs, and she couldn't wait for more.
"I've just wished for a bed," Hermione said breathlessly as she pulled back, feeling hot on her cheeks.
He smirked. "Brilliant."
She looked up behind the sofa to the far wall to see a door had materialised itself there. She stood up and pulled him over to it and opened it to find a small bedroom. There was a double bed centered on a green accent wall, made up with white linen sheets, grey fluffy pillows and a forest green duvet. The wall had some intricate moulding which made it look very sophisticated. On each side of the bed, there were dark brown bedside tables with white lamps that had golden specs, matching the big golden chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. On one corner, there was a dark grey velvet armchair with a burgundy and gold blanket draped over it. On the other, there was a small dressing table with a mirror. Starting at the foot of the bed, laid a large and thick green rug with thin silver lines running through it like marble.
"Merlin," Draco said astounded.
"Something is missing," Hermione said with a satisfied smile as several lit candles started appearing in different sizes along surfaces, bathing the space in soft lighting and the delicately warm scents of bergamot and sandalwood.
Draco sat at the end of the bed and leaned on his elbows facing her. With a knowing smile, she moved to stand between his open legs.
"Is this out of one of your princess fairy tales?" he asked teasingly. She'd told him about growing up with Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast (which she now found ridiculous), Snow White, etc.
"Why?" she asked with a hint of mirth in her tone. "Too romantic for you, Malfoy?"
He laughed and sat up before running his hands under her jumper at her waist. He grabbed a hold on either side of her and pulled her closer. She suddenly felt a mixture of nervous and excited energy run up her spine from his touch. When she saw the way he was looking at her, she couldn't stop herself from burying her hands in the back of his hair and she kissing him with heightened intent.
Draco peeled her jumper off in a matter of seconds and unbuttoned her jeans right after. Soon, his shirt joined her clothes on a pile on the floor along with their shoes and socks. Hermione let him know how much she enjoyed how smooth his skin felt as her fingertips brushed over his strong shoulders with every kiss in between undressing. At last he was left sitting in his black pants as she stood before him in her rose-pink knickers and matching strapless bra, he returned his hands to her waist and squeezed gently.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Granger?" he asked soberly.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "Of course," she answered almost immediately.
"Okay," he said nodding and smiled seductively. "Come here, then."
Hermione giggled, feeling completely hooked. They laid down beside each other as she moved one of her legs in between his, trying to find some friction to quench the burn in her lower abdomen. He raised himself on top of her trying not to put too much of his weight on her as they kissed fervently. She slowly ran her hands down his scarred chest and around to his sides. She could feel now he'd definitely put on some weight as her fingers brushed the space where his ribs had once been protruding much evidently.
Without even realizing, he'd undone her bra and his lips followed the faint marks it'd left behind before reaching her breasts. His hair tickled her chin and she shuddered at the sensation of his tongue paying some delicious attention to one of her nipples. Hermione's head rolled back onto the bed as she let out a sound, which sounded like something between a yelp and a moan.
When the extent of her sexual experience consisted of the occasional brief romp in the sheets with an equally inexperienced boy, it was impossible not to compare then to now. Before, she was used to being confined to only one position with a boy who had no desire to experiment further. Now, she felt like she was with someone who cared about her pleasure beyond just rubbing that little spot of her which would most likely guarantee a release. She enjoyed being with Draco like this because he showed her that sex could be more than just achieving a goal as fast as possible. She actually had fun with him.
"Yes?" he asked chuckling in response to her weird utterance.
"Feels good," she answered breathlessly as he moved to her other breast.
"Mm-hmm."
Hermione kept her hands on his shoulders and the top of his back, occasionally scratching him back and forth, until he moved down her stomach to run his tongue just under the elastic of her knickers. He kissed her centre once over the fabric, startling her and making her buck up against him and gasp. He laughed conspiratorially.
"What does it feel like—" he began, his lips still pressed against her skin. "When I put my mouth right here?"
"Show me," she said eagerly.
Draco hooked his finger on her pants where they met the inside of her thigh and pushed them over, revealing her to him. Looking up at the ceiling, she felt the air of the room on her skin, but she couldn't find it in her to care about being embarrassed that she was exposed and so close to his face. Her eyes fell shut when he gently ran his tongue where she was most sensitive. It felt incredible. She made sure to let him know and he continued lapping at her for minutes, up and down, side to side, then kissing her and sucking lightly, constantly changing his pace. No one had ever done this for her and the fact that it was Draco Malfoy who'd shown her how amazing it could feel blew her mind.
At first, Hermione imagined he'd work her up right before falling down the edge, but the third time he slowed down and her first orgasm snuck up on her. She had a hard time opening her eyes and she had to push lightly on his forehead when she felt overly sensitive. She laughed from elation while she came down from her high as he kissed her inner thigh.
She lay boneless for a few minutes as he kissed his way back up to her mouth and all she could think about was how great the rest of this would be after it'd started so brilliantly. His wonderfully warm earthy scent invaded her as his lips travelled down to her collarbones and back up to her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin.
She reached down to tug on his pants and he kept her in his arms as they awkwardly worked on peeling the fabric down his legs until he laid bare above her. He groaned as she rubbed his erection and he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. He nipped it gently, eliciting a gasp.
"You know," Draco murmured while he moved his hand over her arm to slip it under her pants to reach her smattering of soft curls. "Your lips down here match the colour of your knickers now." She hissed when he caressed her still-sensitive nub. "It's adorable."
She snorted and muttered, "Silly," as he rid her of her underpants in one swift motion.
"Ready?" he whispered into her ear and she nodded, closing her eyes.
She wanted to say that she'd never felt more ready, but her words died in her throat when Draco settled in between her legs and brushed his hard-on against her once, twice, coating himself with her slickness. Hermione opened her eyes when she felt him at her entrance and they locked gazes. She took a deep breath as he slowly slid in and felt the room around them collapse. His grey eyes were bright and the sensation his gentle thrusting was evoking in her overwhelmed her for a few seconds, pinning her down to the mattress. He stilled himself once he was all the way in, seemingly feeling the same way.
Finally, she brushed her fingers on his back down to where it met his arse and squeezed lightly as she raised her hips, signalling to him that she wanted him to keep going. He snapped out of the trance she'd apparently put him in and started moving more deliberately. Somehow, he knew how to send them both on a frenzy. He went quickly at first, then slowed his pace to bring them down before leading them back up again.
She hated thinking about it, but she noticed that while Draco wasn't extremely sizeable, he was somewhat bigger than what she'd experienced before. The fact that, comparatively, he knew how to make use of it also helped her enjoy this immensely. After a few minutes, they found a good rhythm, matching their movements to one another, pushing and pulling, until his breathing picked up and his thrusting faltered.
"Fuck," he said panting as his arms gave out a little and he leaned his forehead down on her shoulder. Hermione thought for a second that he'd finished, but then realised how his back must be suffering from the position he'd been keeping for a while, even when he'd gone down on her.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him aside. She impressed herself with how fluidly she managed to change positions to him laying down on the bed and her straddling him on top. She'd never shagged like this before, certainly not for this long.
"Nice acrobatics, Granger." Draco chuckled and she smiled. He looked magnificent, all ruffled and flushed under her. She had a vision of him in the bath when he was at her mercy and again, she felt powerful.
"Thank you," she responded with a grin. "I figured you were having a hard time doing all the work."
He groaned playfully, grabbing her waist and rubbing himself on her. "Hard time, indeed."
Hermione didn't waste time taking a hold of his erection and lowering herself onto him. The angle made him go deeper this time and she cried out in pleasure. He sighed deeply, let go of her, closed his eyes and spread his arms out and onto the sheets, like an angel spreading his wings. He completely surrendered to her.
She watched for several minutes as his smooth flesh disappeared inside of her, how his body moved back and forth underneath her from the simple force of her movements, until his brows furrowed as though he was in pain. She brushed her thumb in between them, slowing her hips.
"What's got you frowning?" Hermione asked.
Draco opened his eyes slowly and she could have sworn they appeared drunk-glassy. "I'm trying to concentrate on not coming right now."
She smiled and brushed his hair back before leaning down to kiss him. "You can let go," she whispered in his ear. She figured after having climaxed once, it would take longer for her to achieve it again.
"I'm—You—"
"Shhh," she cut him off. "Just let it happen."
She picked up her pace, following her own advice, licking and kissing his neck. He raised his hands again to knead her breasts, then caressed up and down her thighs on either side of him.
"Yes," he hissed, his breathing becoming more laboured.
The sounds of pleasure he unabashedly let out along with the sight of him at the brink of ecstasy, made her start to feel herself coil once again. She watched his face as he bucked up against her and released inside of her in three short thrusts, groaning softly. She tried to continue grinding, chasing after her second orgasm, but he grabbed her hips and kept her still as he moaned while the aftershocks hit him.
"Please," Hermione begged. He looked up at her with half-closed lids.
"Close?" Draco asked and she nodded, biting her lip.
He used his thumb to rub her centre and it wasn't long before she was squeezing him as she released. She collapsed on top of him, spent.
Hermione was barely aware of Draco moving from under her sometime later, finding his wand in the pile of clothes on the floor, and putting out the candles around the room and in the chandelier. She felt satisfied and happy as exhaustion lulled her into sleep.
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Hermione woke up several hours later to warm, bare arms around her, soft kisses on the back of her neck and a hard bulge against her lower back. She reached behind her for it, wrapping her hand around it and stroking. He moved his hand down her stomach to return the favour, but she stopped him as she was still too sore. Instead, she turned around and kissed him with all she had before making her way down his neck. She followed his Sectumsempra scar down to the little patch of hair below his navel until she took him in her mouth. She felt his hand in her hair as he moaned in pleasure while she sucked, licked and kissed his erection.
The next time, it was Hermione who interrupted his sleep and they ended up once again joined, lazily grinding against one another while he spooned her, barely moving but building heat until they climaxed. Draco was insatiable and she loved it.
The sun was rising the next morning while they laid in bed naked, his hands massaging every part of her. She sighed contentedly and faced him. He smiled at her and kissed her nose before laying his head on her chest. He enjoyed having his head gently scratched.
"What do you think it'll be like for us when we leave Hogwarts?" Hermione asked quietly.
A few moments of silence enveloped them. Draco stayed relaxed and she kept brushing his hair thinking he might not have heard her.
"I don't know," he finally answered. "I suppose…My mother and I will be freed from house arrest after the summer, but she's applied to allow us to move somewhere else sooner than that. She might have been going mental in that house if it weren't for his sister. I believe Andromeda is the only visitor she's allowed to have."
This was not the response she expected. She'd asked the question specifically with them in mind, but she could understand how he could have taken her to mean it in a more general sense.
"She's on speaking terms with Andromeda?" Hermione asked softly. She knew Harry kept in contact with her as he was Teddy's godfather, so he either didn't know the Black sisters met for tea every once in a while or he chose not to divulge it.
"Apparently they need each other, or so Mother says."
"I imagine losing Ted, Dora and now having a newborn to take care of can't be easy for your mother's sister. I'm sure being back in each other's lives has helped."
"I guess…" he said, shrugging a little. "As for me, Mother's fighting to get Lucius to sign everything over to me, including the family vault in Gringotts, the Manor and whatever other properties we have. She fears he'll turn in his fellow Death Eater friends in exchange for a pardon and end up leaving us with nothing."
"She's smart. It could be helpful, having something to fall back on," Hermione said softly.
She didn't know the extent of the Malfoy's wealth, but she could imagine it was impressive. It also hadn't escaped her attention how Draco had used his father's name as though they weren't closely related.
"Yes, but at what cost? I wouldn't want to touch that dirty gold, anyway, but I also can't apply for any jobs when nobody will have me ten feet from their establishments. And forget following in my daddy's footsteps when we've been shunned from any organisation the Malfoys have ever been part of if only to save face. So I don't know. I suppose my only option would be to flee England and settle in another country where the news of the Boy Who Lived thrice hasn't somehow reached. But then, how would that look if I left here the minute I'm freed?"
She let him stew in his frustration before she spoke, her hand stilling for a second after his declaration. The thought of him leaving the country didn't sit well with her.
"You can also start a business," she suggested hopefully. "You're brilliant at Potions and now Alchemy, and you could do it anonymously, having someone manage the clientele while you run the rest."
"That's…I've thought about it and being my own boss would be best, of course, but Granger, I have no-one to turn to," he said flippantly. "How could I go and ask for a plot in Diagon Alley? I've already been denied it before I even ask, I guarantee it."
"What do you mean you have no-one? You have me," she said. All of a sudden, having this conversation in the nude didn't seem entirely appropriate. "George would help if I asked. We'll find you a shop and someone to work for you in confidentiality. I can even get Arthur to help out with any paperwork the Ministry asks for."
"You mean, trust the Weasleys?" he asked with a disdained tone.
"I mean, trust me."
There was another long pause while he mulled over the issue.
"All right, I'll think about it," Draco said after a while. He raised himself on top of her, putting an elbow next to her head and a hand on one side of her face. He kissed her unexpectedly sweet and she revelled on the softness of his lips and tongue against hers.
"What about you?" he asked.
"I—I think I want to be a Healer," she voiced out loud for the first time.
"I can see that," he said decisively. She remembered examining the blisters on his hands the first night she came to him as she ran her hands caressing the shameful scars on his body. "You'll be the best."
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Hermione was sweating. Her head was pounding and something was sticking to her side. She opened her eyes in the same bed Draco and she had fallen asleep multiple times during the night and a good part of the morning. But there was an unusual level of heat around them. She shot out of bed and started putting her clothes on.
"Draco," she called, but he didn't answer. "Draco! We have to get out of here, Draco!"
Once dressed, she approached him and shook his shoulder. He started responding, but his movements were lethargic.
"We have to go! Now!" she yelled, dropping his clothes and wand next to him before she walked towards the door. She turned the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge.
Trying to keep her anxiety under control, she turned back to Draco, who was clutching his head in pain. She also felt the nausea set in. They were having a heat stroke. She took his wand as she ordered him to get dressed.
"Alohomora!"
Thankfully, the door opened this time, but it didn't bring any relief as the rest of the Room of Requirement was also rapidly overheating. Hermione had suspected it was the effect of the fires in the Room of Hidden Things which had kept it inaccessible at times, but she wasn't sure. It now seemed as though both iterations of the plot collapsed into each other whenever the cycle of the Ashwinder eggs made them ignite. The problem was, as Rolf had explained to them before, it wasn't an exact cycle since the room was so large and it was difficult to predict when exactly it started and ended.
Right now, Hermione and Draco were about to be trapped in the hell resulting from the Fyendfire Curse if she didn't act quickly.
"Draco, come on!"
She rushed back into the room where Draco was sluggishly getting dressed, visibly drenched in sweat and trembling. Tears of despair welled in her eyes as she helped him with his shoes and she told him to forgo his jumper. She felt stupid for having put hers back on.
"Let's go," she told him, holding him up with her arm around his back. "Can you walk?"
"I'm going to vomit," he said in a hoarse voice.
"I know, it's the heat, but we have to keep going," she encouraged.
She felt like it took them a long time to reach the door that led to the seventh-floor corridor, but they finally did. The problem was that this giant door didn't have a doorknob and it was made of metal. From experience, Hermione knew spells didn't work on it. She had a vision of Draco pushing to open the door, his hands red and burning. This time, they were on the opposite side about to suffocate from the heat.
Draco walked slowly to the corner and Hermione heard him emptying the contents of his stomach. She cringed and turned around to look for her wand, which was on the coffee table, right next to Draco's book and his gift from the night before. She retrieved both and tried to concentrate the hardest she'd ever done before, even though her head and heart were pounding hard and it was becoming difficult to breathe. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. She started pulling her standard happy memories like finding out she was a witch and the first time she went to the beach with her parents…
"Expecto Patronum!"
A faint silver blob made its way out of the tip of her wand, but it faded away quickly. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. She arrived at Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor; she was the student who earned most points for her house during classes.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Again, something silver flew about for a few more seconds, but it didn't take any distinctive form. Hermione was starting to get frustrated and panicky.
"Granger," she heard from the corner. Draco was sitting up against the wall, looking worse for wear. "What are you doing?"
It seemed mental to her that they'd been lounging in each other's arms in bliss just hours ago. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Hermione closed her eyes and focused on what she'd felt the night before. She thought of Draco's eyes on her naked form, his sweet and heated kisses, his contented sighs and how he made her feel precious and desirable. She thought of how proud she felt of the person he was now and how excited she was for the future.
"Expecto Patronum!" Her silver otter jumped out energetically, facing her at once and she spoke to it. "Theo, we need your help, come up to the Room of Requirement. We're inside and it's becoming too hot, but we can't open the door. Please, hurry!"
The otter ran out of sight, phasing through the heated door. A few minutes later, they heard a single strong pounding on the door before Hermione noticed shards of ice making their way through the parting in the centre.
"Theo!" she screamed out. The ice disappeared, melted from the heat.
Another pounding and now even more shards of ice appeared, this time at the hinges as well. Hermione held her breath feeling more hopeful, but again, the ice melted. She walked closer to the door and felt it slightly cooled down, but not enough to touch.
"Do it," Draco croaked and whispered, "Glacius."
She did as he suggested, so the efforts from Theo on the other side combined with hers would double the effect. Even more ice shards made their way around the door and she felt brave enough to push it. It wasn't hot at first and she was able to crack it open, but only for a second before her hands started burning. In that second, though, she was able to make out both Theo and Wanda on the other side.
Double the force, yes! She stepped back a bit and cast the spell she knew would work.
"Glacius Duo!"
Hermione put all her magic power into it and it worked. She was able to push the door long enough for Theo and Wanda to hold it open it all the way. She felt the fresh and clean air and she gasped in relief. She collapsed on the floor in Wanda's small arms and clutching the book and the small box with her new quill, exhausted, as Theo went in to collect Draco. The blond nearly passed out as soon as he stepped into the corridor and joined Hermione on the floor. He was breathing heavy but seemed more alert than when he'd woken up.
"Holy Hunith, mother of Merlin," Theo said after the door closed and blended into the bare stone wall. "So I guess we better use that spell for sure, huh? Happy new year, by the way."
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A/N. Woah, lots of development this episode, huh? How are we feeling?
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