Here's the next chapter. Its not been Beta'ed. Sorry about that. I own nothing.
Chapter 31
Harry knew that someone was trying to sneak into Gryffindor tower and he had a pretty good idea that there were two of them. He decided to keep his eyes closed as the portrait door opened quietly and he heard two sets of feet making their way into the common room.
"I know you aren't going to go bother my sister," the raven haired man said, startling the red headed twins.
"I didn't know that you had a sister, Potter," George replied.
"What year is she in?" Fred asked.
"You gits know exactly who I'm talking about and I'm not letting you two go and wake her up! She needs her rest!" Harry exclaimed, moving to stand between the staircase and the twins.
"We aren't planning on waking her up," Fred promised.
"We just want to make sure she's okay," George added earnestly.
"It's barely morning!" Harry said.
"The sun is coming up," George insisted.
"And we aren't going to wake her up," Fred promised again.
"We just want to see with our own eyes that she's okay," they said in unison.
Harry looked the men over, seeing the worry in their eyes. He sighed, knowing it was pointless trying to keep them away.
"Alright, but I'm coming with you." He quickly turned and started up the stairs, casting the spell that froze the stairs.
"When did you learn that spell?" George wondered.
"During my sixth year," he answered, smirking.
"Oi! It better not have been learned to visit our sister!" Fred exclaimed.
"I would never do a thing like that," Harry promised, grinning.
George and Fred glared at The Boy Who Lived, wondering if they could turn him into the Boy Who Couldn't Get It Up, but knowing that Ginny would have their heads.
Harry was about to open the door to the room that Ginny and Hermione shared, when a loud pop stopped him in his track.
"Just what does the handsome Harry Potter thinks he is doing?" Mitzi demanded, hands on her hip. She wore a light purple toto that morning, with a dark purple dress underneath, but she looked anything but cute with the look she had on her face.
"I was hoping to be able to check on Hermione and make sure she is doing alright," he answered kindly, smiling at the young elf.
Mitzi squealed, extremely excited that he had smiled like that at her. "Why do the loud red heads come with you? They's will wake her up."
George looked at his twin, who nodded back at them. Faster the Harry had ever seen them move, they were both down on their knees, trying get eye level with the elf.
"Ms. Mitzi, we are with Mr. Harry to check on Hermione,too," George began.
"We care for Ms. Hermione very very much," Fred assured her.
"We haven't been able to sleep."
"Or eat."
"Or think since we found out that Ms. Hermione was taken," George said.
"And we would really like to see with our own eyes that she is fine," Fred requested.
Mitzi looked back and forth between the pair, seeing that they meant exactly what they were saying to her. "Ms. Hermione has a lot if wizards trying to win her hand."
"It's because she is one of the most brilliant witches in all of the universe,"Fred replied earnestly.
"That is a truth," Mitzi said, smiling. "You's all may go in, but not wake her up. She will be resting for a few days."
"We won't," the twins assured the elf, George picking the little elf up an kissing the top of her head in gratitude, causing the startled thing to squeak.
Harry opened the door quietly, smiling at the scene that waited for him. Ginny had moved her bed right next to Hermione's and was sitting up against her head board fast asleep. It was if she had fallen asleep looking after the girl that was like his sister and that made him love her that much more. He walked around to his fiancee's side of the bed to cover her up more, while George and Fred walked around to the other side, where Hermione was smiling in her sleep. They each gently sat on the bed, careful to place a charm on it so that the mattress wouldn't move.
"Did she sleep well last night?" George asked Mitzi quietly.
Mitzi nodded, pointed at Ginny and made movements with her hand, as if she were using a wand. Then she showed them a potion bottle, showing them that Ginny had given her a sleepy draught after moving her bed.
"Good," Fred whispered, looking down at the witch that he was so desperately in love with; who he felt so strangely connected to. He wanted to move the stray hair away from her face, knowing it would wake her up. Apparently his twin wanted the same thing and did it instinctively. Hermione moved slightly, turning in her sleep towards them, reaching out and grabbing their arms with each of their hands. Her sleeping smile grew bigger and she let out a content sigh.
"You's better make comfortable. Staying right there until Ms. Hermione wakes," Mitzi informed them, sighing and shaking her head as the boys grinned like nutters. George helped Fred pull off his shoes, as Fred did same for George. Fred carefully climbed over Hermione and grabbed one of Ginny's extra pillows before scooting closer to his girl. George laid down facing the beautiful brown haired girl, smiling gently.
"I'm not leaving," Fred heard Harry mumble as heard the raven haired boy ask Mitzi to tell McGonagall where he, Fred and George were, so that she wouldn't spew pumpkin juice if she walked into the room to find them as they were. Fred smiled and closed his eyes, starting to doze off to sleep.
"Mine. Not choosing. ALL are mine," Hermione mumbled in her sleeping, pulling the twins closer to her. Both twins sat up quickly, still trying not to wake her.
"What the in Merlins name did she just say?" Harry demanded.
Ginny, who has been awake most of the night and had woken up when the men had walked into the room, grinned. "She said, ' Mine. Not choosing. ALL are mine.' She's been saying that on and off all night long."
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Irina woke up with a start, not remembering where she was at all. She opened her eyes quickly, looking around the room, her wand pulled. When she saw her brother passed out in his chair, the night before came flooding back to her. Hermione being brought to her home, Mitzi exploding, her mother making order of it all and calling Mrs. Malfory and her son to help out. And then she decided to come and have a talk with her brother.
A lot of good that did, she thought, snorting as she remembered the horrible state she had found her brother. She had flowed to his London flat, anticipating that he would have been having a drink of something stronger then Butter beer, but the three empty bottles of Firewhisky that sat on the table next to him shocked her.
"Viktor, what the bloody hell do you think you are doing?" she asked, quickly walking over and removing the glass of liquid that was in his hand.
"The Russian ballet," he replied, bringing his arm up in the sky gracefully and them quickly pulling it back down, almost hitting his sister in the process.
"What?" she asked,laughing slightly as her burly brother twirled around. "It's too late to become a balladeer at your age."
"I have plenty of money to throw towards it," he informed her, glancing down at her as she pushed him down in his favorite chair. She then pulled a potion for no hangovers out of her purse and made her brother take it, knowing he would be better in the morning
"Thank you, Ina," he slurred, smiling at her as he used the name he called her when they were younger and he couldn't pronounce her name.
"Your welcome," she sighed as she fluffed his pillow before going to the hallway closest, trying to find a pillow and blanket for herself for the evening. She made a nice, comfortable bed for herself on his couch, so that she could watch over him.
"I've really screwed things up with Hermione, haven't I? I've lost her forever," he slurred, tears running down his face.
"You have royally made a mess of things," she answered, never being one to sugar coat things. "But I wouldn't say you have lost her. Yet."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes closing as he talked.
"Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning," Irina told him as he began to snore quietly.
Now, in the early morning light, she saw that her brother was sleeping peaceful, the drunken snoring gone. She quietly folded the bedding and placed it back in the closet before heading to the kitchen to put a kettle on the stove. She would be leaving for Hogwarts as soon as she was able to have a talk with her brother, so she would need all of the caffeine she could get.
"Good morning," a voice came from the doorway between the living room and kitchen.
"You feeling any better?" she asked her brother as he came into the kitchen.
"I don't have a hangover, thanks to you," he answered.
"Your welcome," Irina replied, handing him a cup of tea.
"Thanks," Viktor said, taking a soothing drink. "How did I earn a visit from you? I thought you said everything you had to say last evening at your house."
Irina placed her cup on the table and turned to look at her brother. "I wanted to come and tell you that if you don't hurry up and figure out how to pull your head out of your arse, there's no way that you are going to be with the girl of your dreams."
Much to Irina's surprise, her big brother laughed loudly. "Tell me how you REALLY feel!"
"Well, it's the truth. From the things that I heard last night about that Malfoy bloke and from the crush I know that Nene has had on one or both of the Weasley twins, it would be a miracle if you end up with her,"she replied.
"What, exactly did you hear about Malfoy?" Viktor demanded, all looks if amusement completely gone.
Irina told him everything that Mrs. Malfoy had told their mother. The more she said, the more annoyed her brother looked.
"So he thinks just because he pretended to hate her, just to protect her that she's his? How dare he! She's mine!"
Irina raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had finally lost it. "Is she? I would love to hear you say that to Hermione. I'm sure that would win her over real quick."
Viktor sighed, standing up and started to pace. "Your right. She would go bonkers if she heard me refer to her as mine."
"I'm glad to see you're finally using your 'big brain'," his sister replied, smirking.
"Alright, Mitzi, what can I do to earn her respect again and maybe, in the process, win her heart back?"
Irina grinned a grin that, in the past, had terrified him. "I thought you'd never ask."
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Luna smiled as an owl knocked loudly on the window to her room. It was her fathers owl and she knew exactly what it brought to her.
"Good morning, Galinante," she greeted the creature, who dropped the heavy book on the desk happily. "Thank you for bringing this heavy book to me."
The owl hooted happily as Luna rewarded his efforts with several treats. He then nodded at her and flew away.
Luna smiled and sat down at her desk. She opened the book to the section she remembered the information to be in that she was looking for. Her eyes grew bigger as she continued to read, shocked evident on her usually serene face.
"This could get interesting."
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