As always, this isn't mine. I wish it was, but it isn't. Ps. It is dirty, and has drugs and sex...but you like that don't you, otherwise you wouldn't be here.

cemicool: I know, Granger having sex in public, totally scandalous, leave it to Malfoy to find a naughty gift like that!

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The Holy Handmaiden

Harry led them to Dumbledore's office, muttering –cadbury crème eggs- before leading them to the moving stairs.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk in sleeping robes and a sleeping cap trailing down his back. He nodded to them to take their seats. Snape was perched quietly in the corner, scowling at the obviously intoxicated students.

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose at Blaise, "Miss Zabini, a pleasure to see you. Please make yourself comfortable." Blaise sat begrudgingly between Harry and Ron. "And Miss Granger, what brings you here at this most unorthodox time? Shouldn't you be off reveling?"

He winked at Hermione's blush. "Actually Sir, we were until Draco presented me with a gift, a family heirloom…and I fell into a sort of trancelike swoon. I saw everyone woman in my family back to Mary…and my many times great grandmother told me one more…and then I touched Blaise…she was marked Sir."

Dumbledore gave the group a questioning gaze, "And what, pray tell, Mr. Malfoy, was this gift?"

Draco met his stare, unflinching, "The Rosa de Magdalena Sir."

The old man looked shocked, "No!!"

In response Hermione exposed the bracelet. The Head Master extended an arm, "May I inspect it Miss Granger?"

Hermione stepped forward as Dumbledore poured over the jewels. "Mr. Malfoy where did you get this?"

Draco smiled, "A gentleman never reveals his sources."

Dumbledore rose to his full height, "Draco where did you get this?!"

Their eyes steeled at one another, "Through a family associate Sir. I requested anything of the Merovingian line and this item came up."

"How much?"

Draco muttered a response.

"How much Draco?"

He barked out "100,000 galleons, Sir."

Ron started to choke as Hermione screamed at Draco, "Draco no! You spent a half-million pounds!"

Draco smirked at her, "Well it was either that or a flat in London love. I have the money, let me enjoy it as I please."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Then it is real. Miss Granger, make certain to never take this off again. It was the gift and it will protect you from any harm."

She closed a palm over the bracelet, "What do you mean the gift Sir?"

"Hermione, it was the last gift of Jeshua of Galilee to the Magdalena, it is the gift, the eternal symbol of love, although you knew that already didn't you Draco?"

Now it was Malfoy's turn to blush, "Yes Sir…"

Dumbledore shifted his gaze, "And now Miss Zabini, may I see your wrist?"

Blaise approached him warily and flinched at Dumbledore's touch. After a long while he sighed, "Miss Granger please come here." He took her wrist as well, "May I try something ladies?" They both nodded hesitantly, "Please grasp each other rose to rose."

Arms shaking the girls clasp one another. Immediately they seemed to switch positions, Hermione shrieked and jumped back, each girl felt her body in shock. Dumbledore laughed heartily, "Clasp again ladies." They held arms and switched back again. "It is just as I thought…"

Blaise screamed at him, "What the hell is this magic? What the fuck! How was I just this Mudblood!"

Ginny hissed at the word as Dumbledore steadied Blaise with an outstretched arm. "Miss Zabini, please watch yourself. Those sentiments are not welcome here, and you are far too important to lose."

Blaise seethed, "What the hell do you mean?"

"Blaise, Hermione is the last heir to Jesus of Nazareth, the Merovingian line. The Order of the Rose is selected each generation from the blood of the house heirs to protect this one line. You are surrounded by the heirs of Slytherin" Draco nodded, "Gryffindor" Harry met her gaze "Hufflepuff" Ginny elbowed Ron, "And Miss Granger and yourself from Ravenclaw."

Blaise scoffed at him, "I am not related to her!" A sharp finger extended accusatorially at Hermione.

"Ahhh Miss Zabini but you are, you are the most elemental of cousins. Born of two sisters, the sole heirs of your line. Daughters of Mary and Martha." All eyes came to rest on Dumbledore. "Mary called Magdalene had a sister, Martha, perhaps you recall the story of Martha cooking while Mary listens to the Lord?" It was a bit of a long shot; most wizards had little or no exposure to Christianity.

"Well when Mary fled after the crucifixion Martha joined her, also with child. Her heirs swore to always serve and protect the royal line as their secret keepers, protectors and guardians. You, Miss Zabini, are the Holy Handmaiden."

The group still sat silent, "Perhaps this may help explain, follow me students."

Dumbledore led them back to the genealogy Hermione had viewed twice before. She left the others to intensely study her line, how could she have missed this before?

Blaise stood next to her, tracing the Zabini line, her eyes never wavering as she followed their connection. Upon reaching Martha Blaise reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand. "Look Granger, our families, always together."

Hermione smiled shyly at her, "I know. I really am very sorry to drag you into this Blaise…"

Blaise smirked at her, the first smile she had seen grace Zabini's face since the marking, "You kidding me? This might be the most exciting thing to ever happen to me. Isn't every day you find out you are related to Jesus and protecting the Holy line."

Dumbledore came up gently behind them. "It is an ancient bond ladies, the Handmaiden always able to morph into the chosen one. Your ability to become one another a true gift from God."

The girls clasp hands in experimentation, laughing at the result, then changed back.

"Do you see her mark Miss Granger?" Hermione leaned in close to survey Zabini's wrist, two tiny masks in the heart of her rose.

"I would like you all to visit me on Monday morning to discuss this further, but tonight go revel in your pact and enjoy the Holiday. You are all chosen, you six. Hermione is your Grail. Please take this and have a marvelous evening!"

Dumbledore thrust a bottle into Ron's hands as they were ushered out of his chambers.

At the bottom of the stairs Ron took the chance to look at the bottle. He paled, "Blood Brandy! No!" They all gasp in shock, had Dumbledore really meant it?

A/N: So here is the ultimate question, do guys read Dramione fiction?

I you are a guy and reading this will you please drop me a review to let me know? I am insatiably curious and just want to know for the record...Thanks!