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Gringotts: Hermione/Salazar [Hermione - Pairings]

Ultimate Hermione Pairing Challenge: Hermione/Salazar Slytherin

February Event: 18. (object) Cherubs, 19. (object) Ribbon

Word Count: 386

"PEEVES!" Hermione screeched, her voice carrying throughout the fourth floor of Hogwarts. Salazar grinned at the exasperation in her voice. His witch was a fiery woman and he loved it when she got mad; it led for some interesting sex.

He entered her room without knocking and was immediately taken aback withe the vast amount of porcelain cherubs that were resting on every available surface. And also on some that weren't.

"What happened here?" he asked, turning his attention to the red-faced witch that was standing in the middle of the room.

"Peeves is what happened," she hissed through gritted teeth, her hair sparking with magic. He resisted a shiver of pleasure at the sight. He feared what muggles would do to their world, but the muggle that made this divine creature were more of a blessing than a hindrance.

"Peeves," he called exasperatedly, scowling at the mischievious poltergeist as he appeared from around a corner. "Get out," he ordered. Peeves giggled, completely unafraid of any punishment but left. "Go both Helga or Godric, for Circe's sake."

He left through the wall and Salazar walked over to his little witch.

"Why didn't you just make them go away?" he asked curiously, swishing his hand to vanish them. "Peeves never normally gets you this worked up."

"He must have been working with Godric," she growled. "He made sure that my magic wouldn't work."

Salazar smirked with amusement; his friend knew how to play a good prank, that was for sure.

"Did you see them?" she asked. "They were hideous. And they were everywhere." She rubbed her eyes. "I can never get them out of my mind, ever again. Obliviate me, please?"

He chuckled but pecked her on the forehead, trying to get rid of the idea. "No, sweetling," he replied. "I think you need this memory to get back at Godric." She wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug, holding on tightly. "Come on, love. It's time for dinner." He wrapped his arm around her back and steered her towards the door.

He regretted that they didn't take the floo, the moment they stepped out of her room.

The whole corridor was covered in ribbons, in a variety of colours which ranged from pinks, to reds, to purples.

He felt Hermione tense against him.

"PEEVES!"