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Bill had sat next to Hermione in the back of the classroom, and proseeded to watch in consternation, as every male in the room still managed to stare at her.
Anthoney Goldstein was resting his head on his hand, and gazing at Hermione's profile, Terry Boot and Earnie Mcmillan had both turned around in their chairs, their backs to Professor Vector, in order to see hermione properly.
Dean Thomas, whom Bill didn't like on principle, because he had dadet his little sister, kept trying to catch hermione's eye, a stupid, cocky gri on his face, and a vacant look in his eye. And draco Malfoy was drooling, and flushed pink if Hermione ever looked in his direction.
But what got Bill the most, was that the professor did noting. She didn't even seem shocked at her students behavior, which implied that it had been happening all year.
Bill's suspicions were confirmed, when Anthony leaned a little too far in his seat, in order to watch hermione fetch more parchment from her bag, and he fell into a heap on the floor.
Vector didn't even pause her lecture, just shot the blushing boy a desparaging look. Hermione had sighed, and when she cough Bill's eye, she had rolled her own.
The curse breaker was in shock for the rest of the lesson.
Out of curiosity, after hearing so many complaints about the new potions professor, the twins, Bill, Fleur and Charlie all joined Harry and Hermione for one of their last lessons in the dungeon of that year.
Slughorn had been his usual, distracted self, and paid very little attention to the classs progress, choosing instead, to fawn over the select few. He had been talking annimatedly to zabini, about his famous mother when the first cauldren explosion happened.
The entire class ducked as one, never looking away from their own potions, as liquid and debris flew about the room. Hermione pulled harry out of the way of a splash of potion, and Harry cought a chunk of pewter before it could land in Hermione's hair, and neither of them had even looked up from their work.
The five gests watched in shock, as nobody in the class even flinched when Nott was thrown backwards into a wall.
"Is he breathing?" Hermione called across the classroom, never looking up from her potion. He was, and class continued as if nothing happened, Nott walked calmly towards the hospital wing, blood gushing down one side of his head, acting as if it were a paper cut.
"What?" Bill asked weakly, Charlie and Fleur looked aghast, and the twins impressed.
The second explosion was bigger, and Hermione had to shield the class again, as Terry Boot added one too many porcupine quills, and his pewter cauldren shattered violently into a thousand pieces.
It was still only Hermione who had moved however, the class being so used to this, they knew Hermione would shield them in time. Hermione had just waved her hand in a circular motion over the students, still stiring her assignment, muth siently to herself as she concentrated.
"That was a close one." Harry said matter of factly, as Hermione lowered her shield, and scannd the room quickly for injuries. All the while, Slughorn had been worbling annimatedly at a board looking Daphnie Greengrass.
"Why is zis man in chage of students?" Fleur whispered to Harry and Hermione, both of whom just laughed, shaking their heads, watching Terry Boot limp from the room, a tired look on his face.
"You don't know the half of it." Harry muttered.
The third cauldren to go, set off a chain reaction, blowing up four consecutive desks, and causing the entire class to dive to the grownd in a practiced motion. Hermione had thrown a shield in front of the five watching guests, who were all frozen in horror.
"Blimey, seven today, I think that's a record." hermione said to harry, as they both got to their feet. By this point, even the twins looked horrified. The students were all covered in dust, potion and ash from the various explosions, and looked like they'd been in a battle, not a lesson.
"This has been happening all year?" Charlie demanded, standing before hermione, and cheking her for injuries.
"Every. Single. Lesson." Hermione goaned, rubbing at a bumb on her head tiredly.
Four explosians at once was too much for even Slughorn to ignore, and he had bussled forward to pretend to help clean up.
The five order members had left the dungeons at the end of the hour looking shell shocked. Shaken, pale and covered in dust and soot, they stared blankly as they shuffld behind a chatting Harry and Hermione to lunch.
They were just thankfull to be alive.
During lunch one rainy wednesday, some of the seventh year girls, from Hermione's own house, the trators, were flirting shamlessly at Charlie from further down the table, giggling, winking and pouting stupidly. He was trying his best to ignore them, and succeeding in most part, having turned into Hermione, pulling her onto his lap and playing with her hair.
Ginny kept chuckling at the grumpy look on Hermione's face every time one of the trators would simper, or accidentally brush Charlie's back as they waked past, really the isle were enormous, WALK FURTHER AWAY!
"Don't break the table again." Harry pleaded, noticing the annoyed look on his best friends face. Ginny burst into laughter, and Hermione blushed, the rest of the order looked confused.
"You broke the table?" Fred asked.
"Well, not really, it's fine, see?" Hermione wrapped the table with her knuckle smartly, and Harry and Ginny chortled again.
"Yeah right, MI. She didn't just break the thing, she vaporised it, turned it to bloody dust on the floor." Ginny told the order, who looked at Hermione in shock.
"I put it back together again." Hermione grumbled.
"Yes you did. With a snap of your fingers." Harry shot at her, intensifying her blush, and earning low whistles from the listning order members.
"Mione? Why did you vaporise the griffyndor table?" George asked, an innocent smile on his lipps.
Hermione grumbled something unintelegable, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. The order as a whole turned to Ginny, waiting for an explination.
"She was being hit on again, and not nicley either." Ginny siad, a swift looked exchanged between her, Hermione and Harry was enough to decide not to name Mcglaggen, for fear one of the order men, who were very protective of Hermione, would do something stupid...like kill him.
"What?" Charlie growled darkly, several others had stiffened, and all were now looking at Hermione expectantly.
"It's fine, I took care of it." Hermione mumbled, shooting pleading glances at Harry and Ginny, wnating someone to change the subject.
"Yes, she did!" Ginny piped up quickly, "Spectacularly too, the whole hall was watching, amazing it was." Ginny elbowed Harry pointedly.
"What?...Oh, yeah, deffinatley got the message across." Harry said quickly.
The others didn't seem wholey convinced, but let it drop.
Fleur had joined Harry, hermione and neville for herbology one day. It was a sunny day, and many of the stidents had shed their outer school robes, rolling up the sleeves of their uniform shirts.
The greenhouses would have been unbarable, and so professor Sprout had devised a lesson that could be undertaken in the grounds, where here was at least a breeze.
The students task, was to find and identify as many magical planys on the grounds as possible, within a certain range, i.e, no forrest thank merlin.
After fiften minutes or so, Fleur had turned curiously to hermione, "Could you grow ze flowerz, like you did before?" Hermione had been about to answer when Sprout came over.
"Grow the flowers? what do you mean my dear?" She souned excited, and hermione had a feeling that there had been gossip in the staff room about her.
Grinning shyly, Hermione got to her knees under the sunshine, and pressed her palms into the grass, closing her eyes, focusing on her surrounsings. When she opened her eyes, a minute or so later she smiled softly.
She was kneeling in the midst of a wild flower meadow, that spread, with her at the center, all the way to hagrid's hut, where he and Charlie currently had a class of gaping third years, then back over to the green houses.
Hermione had succeded once again to bring her surroundings to a grinding halt, as students and teachers alike gaped in shock. Sprout had bent down, and was examaning the flowers thoroughly, muttering incredulously to herself.
Slowly, the other students too came to investigate, not only thos from her class, but hagrid's also. They plucked flowers curiously, and it didn't take log for people to be wandering about with fowers in their hair, behind their ears, in shirt button holes.
Fleur beamed at hermione, and carefully wove perfect red poppy's into her shiny black curls. Twisting it carefully into a plait down her back, hermione was forcibly reminded of a disney film she had watched last summer, with her parents.
Hagrid and Charlie wondered over to them, the former with hundreds of tiny white daisy's in his gigantic black beard. hermione giggled as she saw him, grinning at the gentle giant.
"Ruddy brilliant, 'ermione." he said, clapping he on the back with enough force to send her flying ito Charlie, who cough her, grinning cheekily. He steadied her, and pressed a swift kiss to the top of her head, making her flush happily, and smile up at him.
"Miss Granger?" Professor Sprout pulled her from her revalry, "Can you create any plant?" She asked eagerly.
Hermione pondered for a moment, before saying bracingly, "I'll give it a go!"
The rest of that lesson was spent growing, rare, exotic and fantasic plants for her Herbology professor, who was absolutley tickled pink. She had been hugging a potted plant to her chest, singing a lullabye to it as the students all returned to the castle.
Once the Hogwarts express had left, everyone agreed that still being in a deserted castle was strange, but brilliant fun, especially with Fred and George Weasley there.
Hermione was currently up to her elbows in wedding planning for Fleur. She and Ginny were with the bride almost all the time, now they were trying out styles for bridesmaids dresses. She was being used as a dummy, while Fleur changed he style, cut and colour of the dress she was waring, and Ginny gave her oppinion. She had been at this for ages, and was gettin a bit bored, she cought her mind wandering, wishing she could be doing something else, like exploring with Charlie.
Hermione and Charlie had taken to exploring the castle in their free time. They decided that there must be many places they didn't know of, just like the north wing had been a secret, untill recently.
They had accidently come across the mirror of Errised during on of their earlier days exploring, the outcome had been a surprise for both of them.
It was late one morning, not long before lunch, and they were exploring the sixth floor, somewhere they never went, it was occupied with empty classrooms, hidden alcove's and old passages.
"Let's try in there." Charlie had said, pointing to an ornate wooden door at the end of the hall. They walked to it, and tried the handle, it was unlocked.
At first glance, the room looked t be like all the others, untill they noticed something glinting in one of the corners.
"Oh my goodness, is that what i think it is?" hermione had asked. Charlie then conjured some candles, iluminating this forgotten corner of the castle.
"Yep." Charlie said, shaking his head in dissbelief, "Why wasn't this door locked...scratch that, why is this thing still in a castle full of kids after Harry in your first year?" he had asked, Hermione couldn't help but agree, you really did have to question Dumbledore's sanity sometimes.
"Im guessing..." She started tentativley, thinking. "I'm guessing that, because it's Dumbledore, he ment to have it here, in a place where it would be found easily, and seem like an accident." Even to her own ears it sounded far fetched, but at the same time, they both new cattagorically that she was right.
They looked at eachother for a while, seeming to have a silent conversation, waying the odds. Then Charlie sighed, and nodded.
Bracing themselves, they both looked into the mirror, Charlie sepping aside so Hermione could go first.
She bliked.
Starring back at her was herself. Slightly older that she was now, but not much, a few years perhaps. She was standing with Charlie, who had his arm around her waist, they were both gazing adoaringly at eachother. As she watched, the mirror hermione put her and on her abdomen, and stroaked it gently, a radiant smile lighting up her face. Mirror Charlie put the hand that wasnt on her waist, to rest on top of her stomach also, and stooped to kiss her lips tenderly, a gentle smile curving his mouth.
The real Hermione was hypnotized, gazing enraptured at the reflection of what could easily be her future. She realised vaguley how lucky she was, that she had what her heart most desired within her grasp.
Snapping herself awake, she moved for Charlie to have a turn, not saying a word.
Charlie stepped forward hessitantly, and looked at his reflection, Hermione could only see Charlie, but knew that he himself saw something different, something for his eyes only, the deepest most desparate desire of his heart. He like Hermione stared for some time, hypnotized by what he saw, before he turned back to the real Hermione, standing behind him, waitng.
They looked at eachother for a moment, and then both said, "I saw us."
Charlie took a few steps towards her, resting one calloused palm on her soft cheek. "Does this mean that we are what eachother want?" He asked.
Hermione paused for a moment, thinking.
"Yes and no. It means that we are what eachother wants more than anything else in the whole world, our deepest most dessparte desire, is us." She finished, her eyes stinging with tears.
"I can't belive how lucky I am." She whispered, lifting her own hand to his cheek, stroaking it gently with her thumb.
"I'm the lucky one." he had said, and then leaned down to kiss her.
Neither of them had noticed the concealed Professor Dumbledore in the shadows, happily dabbing his eyes with a floral hankerchief.
Hermione was called back to her current situation by a loud throat clearing. Starting, she noticed that she was once again in her own clothes, and Fleur and Ginny were watching her, amused look on ther faces.
She quickly realised that she had no idea if they had reached a decission on the dresses.
"What were you thinking of that made you zone out for forty minutes?" Ginny asked suspiciously.
Hermione blushed, not wanting to go into exact detail, that was private, between her and her hearts desire.
"Charlie." She admitted sheepishly, and left it at that. It was enough.
"Ohhhhh." Fleur crooned, her face contorting into a sappy version of a smile, "I used to do zat, get lost in sorts of my Beel." She admitted, making them all smile happily.
Ahhh, to be young and in love.
A surprise for everyone happened two weeks before Bill and Fleur's wedding. Tonks had come bounding into the great hall one lunch time, dragging an extatic looking Remus behind her.
"We've got news." She all but yelled, making the ocupants of the hall shut up and take notice.
"We're having a baby!" She cried, her hair turning bright yellow in her happyness. Everyone was thrilled. Hermione and Ginny jumped from their seats and ran to their friend, hugging her tightly, before pulling back, worried that they'd hurt her, she just laughed and hugged them again.
Then came a smiling Fleur and a crying Mrs weasley both of whom joined the hug, and asked when she was due.
"February, near as I can tell." She said, making them all coo excitedly.
Meanwhile Lupin was being clapped on the back, and congratulated by all the men.
"Blimy Moony," Sirius said, "A little Marauder." Lupin looked a little worried at that, but quickly shrugged it off.
"You'll be godfather." he stated, not asked. Sirius was speechless, and just hugged his best mate, grinning like an idiot.
Then Molly's voice could be heared over the crowd, "When are you getting married?"
The happy couple looked at eachother and shrugged, "We dont want anything big, just us, and you lot." Tonks said.
"Then perhaps, if you will permit it, I may be of some help." Came Dumbledore's voice. "I can perform the sevice myself, this afternoon if you wish it." he said, beaming at everyone.
Tonks and Lupin smiled, both nodding.
"Excellent." was Dumbledoree's comment.
Things went a little hectic after that, the girls dragging Tonks to find her a dress. They ended up in Fleur's room, circling tonks thoughfully.
"Here." hermione said, handing tonks a plain white summer dress, which she pulled on. Hermione and Fleur then went about altering the dress, making it floor lenth, changing the material from cotton to satin. Fleur artfully added a line of chrystals around the sweetheart neckline, and a pale grey ribbon at her wist, which tied in the back.
Tonks changed her hair to it's natural colour, which everyone was unsurprised to learn, was black. Hermione then twisted it into an elegant knot at the base of her neck. She created a hair clip in the same way she did the fire chains. The clip was silver, and stood out against Tonks' shining dark hair.
Ginny then did her make up, whilst Mrs weasley found something old (A locket that belonged to Andromeda), something new (the hair clip) something borrowed (a garter belt, one of the ones hermione had, but hadden't worn) and something blue, (a beautiful set of aqua marrine earings.)
The ceramony was beautiful. It took place by the lake, in the summer sunshine. Tonks was walked down the isle by her father, a muggle named Ted, he and his wife had been broght that lunchtime by mr weasley.
The vows were simple, written by themselves, and full of love.
Hermione dabbed at tears, whilst she leaned against Charlie, who kissed the top of her head lovingly, wrapping an arm around her.
The after party was widley enjoyed. Sirius made a brilliant best man speech, stuffed with puns about moony and padfoot, their other forms, everyone (bar a pregnant Dora - who could no longer be called Tonks) then proceeded to get smashed.
It was the perfect end to what had been the perfect wedding, exactly what the bride and groom had wanted.