AN/: I'm sorry it has been so long but I've been abroad on my way overdue holiday. It was lovely, thank you for asking! :D Sorry to keep you all waiting, this chapter is fairly long, Draco's not in it that much unfortunately, he just asleep J ! I'm so grateful to all of those who have reviewe On with the show...
I'll admit, a scene from Juno along with one line from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, spoken by Giles, provided a bit of my inspiration here...I love that movie and TV show J Can anyone review and tell me which line of chapter 15 is from Juno and what line is from BTVS? X
Chapter 15 : Fucking Interhouse Unity
Pacing.
Albus Dumbledore was pacing in his office, pondering on the thought of combining sherbet lemons with liquorice snaps when he heard a knock on his door, followed by a hesitant, "Professor?"
"Come in Miss Weasley." He recognised the voice. "What can I do for you today?" Dumbledore asked, turning around, his eyebrows rose slight when he noticed who trailed in behind her. He was surprised to say the least when it dawned on him that his office was currently occupied by two Slytherins and three Gryffindors, one whom was unconscious. Of course the headmaster did not show his surprise. "Pleasant Sunday morning everyone?" He asked, smiling.
"Uuurrr..." The four conscious students shared a worried and confused look. Ron was just drooling.
"Just lovely." Said Blaise, being sarcastic.
"Not exactly Sir." Harry spoke up.
"I see, well what is it Harry, my boy? Oh and I'm assuming you'll tell me why there is an unconscious Weasley on my office floor in the process." Dumbledore's cheek twitched, enjoying his own sense of humour.
"Yes Sir." Harry, Ginny and Daphne all looked grim, whilst Blaise was smirking his arse off.
"Sherbet Lemon?" He offered.
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When Hermione woke, she noticed many things. One was that her eyes were sore and dry, she also had a headache but the main thing was that there a large, warm pair of masculine arms were encasing her in a tight cocoon that she never wanted to leave. She breathed in and knew that it was Draco holding her. She smiled briefly before remembering what Ron had said to her in the Great Hall, his words echoing in her mind...WHORE! It really hurt. Hermione felt another tear roll down her cheek.
This is insane! I need to stop crying, I'm Hermione Granger, brains of the fucking Golden Trio...I don't cry...come on Mione, get yourself together. Hermione regretfully removed Draco's arms from around her and got out of what she now realised was his bed. I've never been in his room before. Looking around she recognised the typical green and silver decor. That's hardly surprising... Before she knew it, she was smiling.
Walking over to Draco's notice board, she saw a single moving photograph of two stunningly beautiful people, a wizard and a witch. They were holding what looked like a 6, maybe 7 month old baby. Draco's parents...I've never seen them look so...care free...happy. Hermione let out a small laugh when the not-smiling Lucius' lips curled at the edge into the beginning of what would have been a smile, if the image hadn't repeated itself, when the little baby Draco firmly took a hold of his Daddy's index finger, squeezing tightly. Hermione was reminded of her parents yet again. She turned around to look at the sleeping Draco when something on the other side of his bed caught her eye. Hermione let out a small gasp and Draco stirred in his bed. Is that a Les Paul? Shocked, Hermione went over to inspect the instrument. It is... Well fuck me...literally! She grinned, looking over to Draco.
"Muggle lover." She said quietly, not wanting to wake him, but still spoke in a teasing manner.
The guitar was gorgeous. It was a 1969-70 Gibson Les Paul Custom Black Beauty. Hermione ran her dainty fingers up and down the frets, marvelling at the intricacy of the mother of pearl dragon that reached its way up and along the neck of the beautiful guitar. That's so Draco...I'll be talking to him about this later, she decided. Then Hermione walked over to Draco and landed a gentle kiss on his forehead and then a sensual one on his lips, before running her nose along his. He sighed in his sleep and Hermione couldn't help but think that he was gorgeous. Even though Draco was asleep, Hermione's heart couldn't help but swell after that kiss, she was reminded of him defending her in the Great Hall and him holding her as she cried. She then headed to the bathroom to wash away the heaviness she has constantly felt after her eventful morning breakfast.
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By this point Dumbledore had sent Ginny and Blaise to get their heads of houses to come straight to his office since a large chuck of their students were currently occupying it.
At the moment, Blaise and Ginny were walking towards the dungeons to retrieve their potions master, whilst each sucking on a sherbet lemon. They had already fetched McGonagall.
"I know he's your brother and everything Gin but even you have to admit Weasley went way past the line this time." Blaise suddenly said.
Ginny looked up at his handsome, Italian face.
"Oh I know...Ron's always been a bit of a git. I'm pissed. He acted similar to this in fourth year...the Yule Ball. Hermione puts on a pretty dress, my dick of a brother notices she actually has a rack and then insults her for accepting a date from a guy who actually asked her. Ron by the way, spent all year big-ing up Victor Krum, he had such a man crush Blaise, it was hilarious...I think at one point Ron even called Krum a god!" Ginny said grinning. Blaise smirked at this. Good to know, he thought.
They carried on walking a few more paces.
"You know, not just your moron of a brother wanted at Granger that night. I'm pretty sure every guy wanted her and every girl wanted to be her when they saw her walking in with that Bulgarian Neanderthal." Now Ginny was laughing. "Even the Slytherins, although a majority would never admit it." Blaise smiled.
"Krum may be an ace quidditch player but you are so right on the fact that he is as thick as two short planks." They were both nodding in agreement. After a moment Ginny carried on... "It was horrible for poor Hermione that night; Ron ruined what should have been a happy occasion. I found her crying in the dormitories when I got back." Ginny remembered sadly.
"That's too bad...tears shouldn't be wasted on things like your brother. Especially if it's great people like Granger shedding them." Blaise said deadly seriously. Ginny smiled at him and couldn't help herself when she leant over and pecked Blaise on the cheek. Her eyes along with Blaise's went wide when they both realised what she had done.
Ginny took in a huge breath, gasping, her hands covering her mouth in shock before immediately starting to apologise profusely, before Blaise's shocked expression turned into one of glee.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. What you said...I just...There was last year...I know it was a onetime thing...I...I...I don't..." Blaise revelled in her obvious trauma for longer than necessary before silencing her unnecessary apology by swooping down to capture her lips.
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"So you're telling me, Harry, that Mr Weasley here, is stupefied because he was getting too aggressive and that the bruises on his face are a result of him hitting one of the tables in the Great Hall as hell fell when being stupefied." Dumbledore asked, accusingly.
"Yes professor." Harry said without blinking.
"And what of Mr Weasley's swollen testicles."
"Urmm..." There was kind of an awkward silence throughout the room.
Did Dumbledore just say testicles? Both Harry and Daphne were thinking initially.
"Poppy here looked him over with her wand." Dumbledore clarified, gesturing to where Madame Pomfrey stood next to a stern looking Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore had flooed the Hospital Wing after he had sent off Blaise and Ginny.
"Oh well, err, you see professor, umm, that has nothing to do with us."
"Really?" Dumbledore said, amused. Harry nodded, trying to think of something to say fast. Daphne looked anxiously over at him.
"Yes, you see, umm, I think...I think you'd...have to ask Lavender Brown about that one." Harry said rather quickly off the top of his head. "Although, it's a bit inappropriate really." Harry Potter said seriously, easily falling into his lie. Daphne along with everyone else looked confused.
"Miss Brown?" Even Dumbledore was intrigued to know what Harry was going to say.
"Yes Sir. You see, well Ron is a, umm..." Harry chances a glance at McGonagall. "...a masochist." Harry blurted out and went with it, swinging on the balls of his feet, hand clasped behind his back. "Yep Ron totally loves a ball bashing." McGonagall looked outraged, as did Poppy, both their eyes wide. Daphne snorted and stifled a laugh with an impressive display of coughing and watery eyes. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and his lips curled up. Harry thought he looked fifty years younger. He always knows when people are lying, Harry thought.
"I see. Miss Greengrass, is this true?" Dumbledore said to Daphne, she was obviously still trying to control her laughter.
"Every word." She squeaked out. "Well I certainly don't know about the whole testicle thing," Gesturing to Ron's trousers. "and I plan to never find out." She finished.
"Thank you Miss Greengrass. You two may go."
"Oh professor."
"Yes Harry."
"Draco asked me to tell you he'd like to speak to you." Harry said before leaving.
The headmaster nodded his head in acknowledgement turning to the other teachers as Harry and Daphne left his office.
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Ginny had her hands tightly fastened in Blaise's dark locks, their mouths both working ferociously at one another's. Blaise was just about to back Ginny up against the dungeon wall and hoist her legs around his waist when they were both interrupted by a very loud clearing of the throat.
"Ehem!"
"What! Can't you see we're..." Blaise began but never finished. "Oh."
They two flushed students drew back immediately. Ginny had the decency to look slightly ashamed after seeing who had interrupted them. Blaise not so much, despite his outburst.
"Oh indeed, Mr Zabini."
"S...Sorry, Professor Snape." Blaise apologised, trying to get his breath back.
"What might I ask are you two doing down here? Miss Weasley especially as she is not in Slytherin, unless I've been mistaken for the past 7 years but I highly doubt it."
"Err actually professor we were looking for you?" Ginny said slightly embarrassed.
"It certainly didn't look like it, Miss Weasley. If in fact that was what you thought you were doing, then perhaps the two of you would have been better suited to being Hufflepuffs!" Ginny and Blaise winced at this. Ouch. They both thought.
"We just got a bit distracted professor." Blaise said smirking.
"Well clearly, Mr Zabini." Snape huffed. "10 points from each of your houses. Not a brilliant week so far, is it?!"
"Sorry professor." Said Ginny. "Umm Professor Dumbledore asked us to come a get you, he's in his office."
"Thank you Miss Weasley." She nodded as he stalked off past Ginny and Blaise.
Ginny mouth the words 'oh dear Merlin' to Blaise, before scrunching up her eyes and turning her head into the crook of Blaise neck due to her utter embarrassment. Blaise silently chuckled whilst rubbing her back before they both followed their professor to the headmaster's office.
"I can't believe that just happened." Ginny whispered to Blaise, just out of earshot of Snape.
"Haha. I know right last year we shagged in a broom closet, probably as noisy as ever and drunk out of our minds and we didn't get caught. But silent and soberly snogging in a dark corridor is what busts us." They both grinned.
They follow their professor for a while longer before Blaise said, "Hey, Gin?"
"Yeah." Ginny looked up at him.
"Did you wanna go to the Hogsmeade trip, next weekend?" Blaise asked hopefully. "Together." Ginny smiled.
"I'd love to." She nodded, kissing Blaise chastely on the lips. They smiled into it.
"Oh for Merlin's sake! Mr Zabini, Miss Weasley, please stop!" Snape said, exasperated, without turning around. "I can hear the smacking!" He sighed/groaned. "Bloody hormonal teenagers." Snape said to himself.
Needless to say they both flushed this time, still smiling of course.
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When the potions professor, Blaise and Ginny reached the giant gargoyle that lead to Dumbledore's office they were met with a peculiar sight.
Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass were seen exiting the rotating gargoyle, just as the trio reached it and get this, they were laughing hysterically.
"I didn't think you had it in you, Potter! Oh Merlin." Daphne exclaimed, leaning on the wall to support herself.
"Did you...did you see McGonagall's face, when I said..." Harry couldn't even get it out. He was leaning over on the wall too now, clutching his side. They both were. They both had stitches and red faces. Daphne was crying and they were laughing so hard that they weren't even making any noise anymore. Now Harry couldn't even stand up and was kneeling on the floor. Their shoulders were just shaking, vigorously. That's how professor Snape, Blaise and Ginny found them, with eye's wide and eyebrows disappearing into their hairlines.
Snape got over his shock first and just sighed. Fucking interhouse unity, now I owe the old coot 10 galleons. He thought. Shaking his head ignoring the two hysterical students and left to see what his old friend wanted. I can't even begin to ask what is going on with the bloody Gryffindor and Slytherin 8th years this week.
"No need to come back up Mr Zabini, Miss Weasley. I'll inform the headmaster, just deal with...these two." Thinking of no better words to describe Harry and Daphne and then carried on up the stairs.
Ginny and Blaise shared a look.
"Umm guys?" Nothing.
Blaise tried. "Guys!" He shouted a bit louder. Still nothing. Ginny and Blaise looked at each other again before shouting at the same time.
"GUYS!"
Harry and Daphne stopped their laughing fit at this, noticing their friends, still struggling to calm their breathing. It was hard since every time they looked at each other they started up again.
"Tell us on the way to lunch." Ginny said helping Harry up.
"It can't of been that funny." Blaise said in disbelief. At which point both Harry and Daphne blew air out of their mouths at an excessive rate, making giant raspberry sounds before laughing hysterically yet again. Needless to say they both needed help getting to the Great Hall that afternoon.
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"Poppy, please levitate Mr Weasley here to the Hospital Wing." Dumbledore asked Madame Pomfrey, pointing to the still unconscious Ron just as Professor Snape entered the room. "Ah Severus, finally."
"Sorry Albus, Mr Zabini and Ms Weasley...got distracted." He said using Blaise's own words, not thinking of better ones. It seems I'm frequently lost for words today. Snape mused to himself just as an unconscious Ronald Weasley floated past him. Snape arched one sharp eyebrow and gave Dumbledore a confused look. "I sent them both off, I hope that's alright headmaster."
"Quite, Severus. Come, I'll get you caught up."
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"Well I just can't believe Mr Weasley would say such disrespectful and hurtful things...especially to Miss Granger. I'm ashamed and disgusted. I do hope the poor girl is alright." McGonagall seethed in her thick Scottish accent.
"I'm sure we'll find a suitable punishment." Snape added, secretly thrilled at the thought of Ron Weasley in detention for the rest of his life.
"And what do you suppose Mr Malfoy wanted to speak to you about Albus?" Questioned McGonagall.
"I can't be sure, I suspect it's about Miss Granger."
"Not Mister Weasley then?" The head of Gryffindor house was surprised.
"No Minerva. I'm afraid that Miss Granger may have been struggling with something this past year and I believe young Draco knows what it is...I'm not positive but I believe it has to do with her parents."
"Her parents...surely she would have told someone if there was something seriously wrong?"
"That's doubtful Minerva." Snape said. "This is Miss Granger we're talking about. She probably thought she could handle it on her own, and if something happened just after the war...well her problems could have easily got lost in the crowd. Potter might not have even noticed, Mr Weasley certainly wouldn't have. Perhaps my godson did."
"I think you might be right Severus. Miss Granger has seemed different certainly, but then again everyone has after the war. You would have to have a sharp eye to notice it." Dumbledore said.
"Yes well, he's a Malfoy." Snape said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Draco is a bright boy." Said Dumbledore.
There were a few moments silence before Snape spoke.
"Not being rude Albus, but you are aware that Mr Potter very likely feed you the biggest pile of Hippogriff dung in the whole history of Hogwarts? Weasley...a masochist! And I never knew our school dinner tables were shaped like fists...the bruises on Weasley's face Albus?" Snape asked in disbelief.
"I'm not oblivious to Mr Potter's lies, no Severus." Dumbledore chuckled. "They were quite inventive weren't they."
Snape smirked. McGonagall did not. Weasley...a masochist. That's laughable.
"You're just going to let this slide Albus?" Asked Minerva, shocked.
"Yes." Snape's eyebrows rose slightly at Dumbledore's confession. "It is clear that Mr Potter is protecting multiple people, who I can't be sure. But so is Miss Greengrass obviously and I bet many more would to. For Mr Potter to purposefully embarrassment Mr Weasley and get him in trouble is not something to take lightly. And if there is something going on with Hermione's parents then perhaps Mr Weasley's comments hurt a great deal more than anyone realised, Draco not included. Which is why I suspect that the damage done to Mr Weasley's physical appearance lies a great deal down to Draco. Although I frown upon physical violence, I don't feel that Draco and the others were in the wrong. Mr Wealsey however... I would like you, Minerva, to inform his parents that he will be serving 3 months detention because of his unruly behaviour and his verbal harassment toward our very own head-girl." Professor McGonagall nodded solemnly. Damn! Only 3 months, thought Snape. "I don't think the situation needs to be taken further than this. Mr Weasley will also need to formally apologise to Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy for his accusations towards Draco about being a deatheater."
"And the punishment Albus. What will Mr Weasley be doing?"
"Well I thought I'd leave that up to you Severus." Snape smirked. Oh, the joys of detention.
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AN/: So it was a little longer than expected and a way overdue chapter, sorry. There will defo be much much much more Dramione in the next chapter but this chapter was essential for the story. I know where I want to take the plot, just bare with me. Also, soon I'll be back studying and I will be unbelievably busy so I'm not sure how much I'll be able to write. I won't lie...it will be a slow process, but it will eventually be worth it. Soooooo...tell me what you all think but hitting that little button down there! I'm not overly happy with this chapter but mmeh, I needed to get something out there x x x