A/N: Another update before I said it would be out… WHAT? Yeah, yeah. It's the big response to the story that's got me sitting up at night working on this instead of doing any of my other down time activities.
Not going to lie, the Ron has me kicking my feet while I scream "YESSSS" because even though you just saw a glimpse of him, it makes me know that I did it right. Well, RON IS BACK! And now you get to see how the twins interact with him.
This is a Mila and Hermione POV chapter, enjoy. PS: my favorite side character is Jack. He's just too much. More notes at the end.
Chapter 7: Slytherin vs Gryffindor
"Fucking eat something, or I'm telling Rowle." Milo whispered into Mila's ear as she pushed around the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast that Ethan had put on a plate for her.
"I'm not hungry, you wanker. Now let me be." Mila snapped at her brother looking up at him, before looking back down at the food that she was not going to be able to eat.
"You know, you aren't the only one that he's coming to watch play today. Lighten up, Mila, you'll be fine." Milo whispered still, pushing her plate towards her again.
It was the first Quidditch match of the season, and Slytherin was playing against Gryffindor. Her mother had written her earlier in the week that Malfoy intended to join her, Uncle Harry, and Aunt Gabrielle to come and watch the opening match. To say she was nervous about Malfoy coming and watching her play his old position for his old house team was an understatement. It wasn't that she doubted her skills or her ability to be able to push aside outside distractions and be able to find the snitch, but it didn't make her any less nervous knowing that after the game she was going to have to face him and she'd prefer for it to be with a smug look on her face instead of disappointment that she failed to catch the snitch and they lost because of it.
"Morning my snakey friends. Oi, Mila, looking a bit peaky aren't you. Know you don't stand a chance at catching the snitch against Dom?" Jack said sliding into the seat that was already taken next to her and shoving Nott down another space earning a scowl from the fourth year. "Good on you, hey Nott, pass the bacon, would you?"
"Do you mind? We do have a match today, and that currently makes you the enemy." Nott snapped at Jack who just shrugged as he began loading up the plate that had just appeared in front of him with a full English breakfast.
"I swear on Merlin himself; I'm going to knock you off your broom today, Potter." Nott sneered at Jack, only making the raven-haired boy let out a laugh and a muffled 'good luck with that' before digging into his breakfast and saying nothing else.
"I can't imagine that Weasley is too keen on you sitting with us, and not your team." Mila said rolling her eyes and looking over her shoulder across the great hall where she could see Roxanne Weasley glaring at the back of Jack's head.
The Gryffindor team, as it turned out, was mostly made up of Weasley cousins and Wood brothers. Roxanne, daughter of George, was a seventh year and the team captain for the second year in a row. She played as a Chaser, just like her mum (Angelina Johnson) had when she was in school. Roxanne's younger brother, Fred (fifth year), and Jack were the other two Chasers for the team. Dominique Weasley, Jack's older cousin, was a sixth year and the team's seeker. The Wood brothers, Chase (seventh year), Trevor (sixth year), and Nolan (fifth year) made up the rest of the team, with the former being the Keeper and the others being the two Beaters.
Aside from Jack, who was by far the youngest on the team, this was a well-established group who had been playing together for years. They'd even grown up playing together because of them all pretty much being related. The Wood brothers' father was good friends with the Weasleys, so even they had been playing with the cousins since they were young. The only reason Gryffindor had done so poorly the season before was because a nasty case of Dragon Pox had swept through the boys dorms and put them out of commission for a month, making their not nearly as strong second string play in a few game and put them too far behind in the points.
Letting her head fall back, Mila could feel the tension in her shoulders from the stress of the game. She was not going to fuck this up. She'd trained all summer, she'd practiced until she was so exhausted that she had to crawl down the stairs to her dorm, and she knew she had a good broom. She was going to catch the snitch and she was going to win the game. And she was going to shove it in Malfoy's face.
"Team!" Arild Rowle said walking up behind Mila and clasping his hands on her shoulders and giving her a hard shake. The Viking Wizard's grip felt so good on her tense muscles that Mila wanted to let out a sigh, but the shaking was making her feel slightly seasick. "Opening match today against our rival house! They've got a good team this year. Experienced and it seems like Weasley thinks she's going out on top for her last year. Let's put that dream out of her head today, shall we?" He asked looking at the entire Slytherin team, as the team's Chasers (Matteo 'Matt' Zabini, Patrick 'Ricky' Higgs, and Grace King) were seated across from Milo, Mila, and Nott eating their breakfast.
"The youngest Wood brother is a monster with that bat, wicked accurate with his swing. Granger, Nott, the two of you will have to be on top of your game to make sure not a single Bludger finds its mark on green. Especially make sure that he doesn't knock girl Granger out and we'll be set." He continued still rubbing Mila's shoulder's relaxing her even more until her eyes were beginning to slide closed.
"What do you think of their Chasers?" Jack asked in between bites.
"They're wicked fast, but we already knew the Weasley siblings were good. Potter's got great aim, but I should be able to handle what they throw at me." Rowle finished leaning over Mila's shoulder and snagging a piece of bacon from her plate. "I'll be down at the pitch warming up if you're looking for me. Everyone is to join no less than an hour before the match is set to begin." He finished before bounding off with a bit of a skip in his step.
"I don't think he even noticed you were sitting here." Zabini said looking at Jack taking a sip from his goblet.
"Probably not, he's very enthusiastic, isn't he? Better than Roxy, she's a right bloody nightmare." Jack commented grimacing as if he knew that Roxanne was still glaring holes into the back of his head. "Your mum's coming today, yeah?" Jack asked looking around Mila and over at Milo.
"Yeah, said she's bringing Malfoy with her too. I sent her my jersey from last year to wear since I had to get a new one this year. Should be a good show, especially when I send you to the infirmary to spend the night, Potter." Milo responded wiggling his eyebrows at his best friend.
"We'll see Granger, we'll see."
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There was still plenty of time before the match was set to start, but their mothers had asked Mila, Milo, Jack, and Remy to all meet them at Hagrid's before the game was to begin so they could see them all before someone had sore feelings over loosing. That wasn't going to be the Slytherins, Jack would be the only one pouting today.
The twins and Jack had gathered at the entrance to all walk down together when Mila spotted Remy and Scorpius walking up from the dungeon. "Not a bloody word." Milo whispered into Mila's ear making her roll her eyes at her brother.
"I haven't so much as looked his direction in almost a month. Give me a break." It was true, after the tryouts, Mila had decided it would be easier to not have Milo mad at her and instead of tormenting Scorpius she'd just ignore him instead. If she just pretended like he didn't exist, then he couldn't annoy her.
"Brother, twins, I see you are all ready to go find our parental figures." Remy called once he'd caught sight of the trio getting ready to go find their parents. "Shall we get going? Little awkward, yeah? Seeing as you're seeing your father and he's Scorp's father too. Man, completely mental that you're all siblings."
"What did you say, Remy?" Mila asked with her mouth dropped open. "Malfoy's with mum?" She gasped looking up at Milo with wide eyes, who also was looking a bit shell shocked.
"I mean, I think. He told Scorp that he was coming to watch the match today. Why wouldn't he be with your mum?" Remy said as he continued to walk past them with Scorpius hot on his heels not saying anything and keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him, and onto the path heading towards Hagrid's hut.
Turning on her heels and stalking off after the two Slytherin first years. If Malfoy was there, Mila was going to have a few words with her mother. This was not what they'd discussed, and as much as she loved her mother, she was not about to let her bring in the ultimate distraction before such a big match.
She could hear her Uncle Harry's voice when Hagrid opened the door for Remy and Scorpius, as he let them inside. Mila marched right up the steps and raised her hand and knocked, ignoring the calls from her brother and Jack behind her. When Hagrid opened the door, Mila had hardly said anything when she spotted behind him a mess of bright red hair.
This was so much worse than Malfoy.
"Mila! Yer here, come in, come in. Yer brother comin? Well, get in, get in will you. No need to stand outside. Come have some tea." Hagrid said ushering Mila into the hut.
"Hi, mum. Uncle Harry, Aunt Gabrielle." Mila said smiling at each adult present before turning toward the red headed thorn in her side. "Ron." She said with a flat voice and a sneer.
"My darling girl! You're here! Oh, baby, you're going to do so wonderful today! I've even got your brother's jersey on, see!" Hermione said moving towards Mila holding her arms out for a hug. After, she turned around and lifted her hair to show off the large '2' and the name 'Granger' printed across her shoulders.
"Mum, have you been drinking?" Mila asked stepping away from her mother with her nose wrinkled, smelling the elfish wine on her breath.
"Only a little bit, my baby is here!" Hermione said pushing Mila out of the way so she could go coo at her youngest child. Even if he was only the youngest by about an hour.
The half hour the twins and Jack spent with the adults in their life went by rather quickly. Her mother enjoyed another two glasses of elfish wine, happily provided by Hagrid, with Uncle Harry and Aunt Gabrielle also indulging. Izzy was sitting off to the side pretending to eat a rock cake with Remy and Scorpius, who said that they would sit with her for the match, wearing a very Gryffindor outfit of a crimson cloak with gold stitching. At one point, Mila slipped her Slytherin scarf around the girl to make sure that her house was also represented, regardless that she was Jack's sister, she was still her sort of cousin.
Mila did everything to avoid Ron, who hadn't said even one word since her arrival. To say she was shocked to see him today would have been an understatement. Not once had Ron Weasley come to Hogwarts last year to see a single match. Not one being played by her or even by any of his nieces and nephew. His appearance was completely out of character for him, and Mila couldn't help but wonder what would prompt him to show his face when she thought she had until at least Christmas break before she would have to see his ugly mug again.
"Mum, we have to get going or Rowle will have our heads." Milo said to his mother as she pulled him into yet another hug.
"My babies are growing up so fast." Hermione said cupping his face with her hands before yanking him into another hug. "Good luck, we'll be cheering for you." She whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear what she'd said.
"Well, I'll be cheering for you, but I hope your team loses." Uncle Harry said sending Mila and Milo a wink before clasping Jack on his back.
"Good luck with this lot, Remy." Jack called as the three Quidditch players exited the hut before any of them could get called back for another round of sloppy hugs from one of their parents.
"So, why do you think they're all getting pissed, and why the fuck is Weasley here?" Jack asked as soon as they were far enough away, he wasn't fearful of being overheard by his mother.
"No clue, now come on. Captain Weasley will hex you without thinking twice about it." Milo said, pushing his friend forward and grabbing onto his sister's hand and tugging her along behind him. "Rowle will think we're fraternizing with the enemy if he sees up walking onto the pitch with this fucker."
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"You're pissed." Ron whispered into Hermione's ear as he helped her climb the stairs of the stands to where outside spectators were permitted to watch. Wrapped in Milo's scarf and wearing his jersey from the prior year, Hermione looked like a true Slytherin, completely abandoning her Gryffindor roots to make sure that her kids knew that she was their number one fan.
"So are you, Ronald. I wasn't expecting you to come with me today, you could have always stayed home." Hermione responded looking over her shoulder to glare down at Ron who was walking up behind her.
"There's no bloody way I'm about to let you and Malfoy get all cozied up together to watch the sprogs play Quidditch together. Plus, I do have a few nieces and a nephew playing on the other team that I can come to support if I so choose to." He shot back as he took the flask from his side pocket and took another sip of brandy that he'd refilled while they were visiting Hagrid.
It wasn't her fault that Malfoy had decided to join her for today's match, regardless of how excited he'd seemed when he'd written her and asked about possibly joining her today to watch the twins play in their first game. After their last memory session, Hermione had been relieved that there hadn't been anything too heavy unlocked. Just one of them studying and prepping for their curse breaker training and the copious amounts of coffee, tea, and hot chocolate they'd consumed during that time. So, the thought of seeing him today wasn't completely devastating, and she'd happily sent him one of the spare spectators passes that Pansy Parkinson had sent her when the kids had made the team.
Since she'd first told Ron about her run in with Malfoy at King's Cross Station, he'd become completely unbearable. Where he used to make her laugh when they would share a meal, or how he would comment on how he liked the way she looked first thing in the mornings and just the other small things that made up a relationship, he'd become very intrusive and grating on her nerves. He was opening all her mail from Malfoy and Harry and reading it before letting her see what they had to say, with the weak excuse saying that he didn't know it was for her. Whenever she would respond to Malfoy about whatever it had to do with their children, Ron would throw a fit and usually ended up leaving the house over it saying he didn't understand why she had to communicate with Malfoy and why the kids couldn't just talk to him instead of her.
Luckily, due to the nature of her position within the DOM, she wasn't free to talk about anything she was working on outside of her office or the procedure room. She was in all ways bound by magic not to speak on any of it, therefore all her letters between her and Malfoy hadn't included anything about what they were up to every other Friday since mid-September. If Ron knew that she was spending so much time not only pretty much alone with Malfoy, but also digging through his memories and trying to recover their lost relationship, he would go completely mental. Well, more so than he already was.
"Malfoy probably isn't even going to sit with me, Theo Nott's son is also on the team for the first time this year, and I'm sure he'll be here to support him. Malfoy will probably sit with Nott while they recount their old Hogwarts glory days." Hermione replied with an eye roll.
"Whatever, I just want to make sure that he's not trying to get too friendly with you, Mione." Ron said, putting his hands on her hips and trying to help keep her steady, when he himself wasn't even standing completely upright himself.
That did end up becoming a problem when Ron tripped over an uneven step and sent Hermione twisting on the stairs and falling over the banister. It was as if everything happened in slow motion, she'd just made contact with the railing and knew that she was going to drop at least a flight of stairs and probably get hurt. Closing her eyes, to prepare herself for the impact, Hermione lifted a brow as she waited for the pain to come.
Instead of pain, cold wood, and splinters going into her skin, Hermione opened her eyes to find herself staring right into the molten silver that belonged to one Draco Malfoy. She could feel his hands wrapped under her legs and around her shoulders, holding her bridal style, firmly against his chest.
"Careful, Granger. Someone could get hurt." He whispered just loud enough for Hermione to hear him.
Before she could respond, however, Ron appeared in front of Malfoy, yanking Hermione from his grasp, making her tumble to her feet, and luckily not falling down the stairs again. "Get your filthy hands off her, Death Eater scum." Ron said, going as far as to spit on Malfoy's dragon hide boots. "Come on, Mione. We have seats with George and Angelina." He said pulling her away from Malfoy and back up the stairs where they'd been walking.
"Get your hands off me, Ron." Hermione snipped once they were a short distance away from Malfoy, not wanting him to overhear her telling Ron off. "He just fucking kept me from getting hurt and you spit on his shoes? What is wrong with you? If you're only here to have some sort of pissing contest with Malfoy and Harry all day, then you can do it far away from me." Hermione said storming off and past Ron, ignoring his protests behind her as she put some distance between the two of them.
Pushing her way through the crowd, Hermione was quick to find were Harry and Gabrielle were seated in front of Bill and Fleur Weasley, the four parents chattering about, excited to watch their children's game. When Harry looked away from his conversation with Bill, his face started off in a wide grin and slowly etched into a scowl.
"What did he do?" Harry whispered once Hermione was settled into her seat next to him.
"He stumbled on a loose board and knocked me over the banister if you want to know. Oh, Harry sit down. Honestly, you know it was a complete accident. Ronald would never get physical with me." Hermione said grabbing her best friend's arm and yanking him back down into his seat after he'd started to stand, being too much dramatic. "No, it was what happened after that has me miffed with him." She continued once Harry was seated and had his full attention back on her.
"Malfoy caught me, and Ronald acted like a complete barbarian. He might as well have beat his chest to claim dominance over me. Completely embarrassing display. Now hush, my children are about to whip those smug looks off all your faces. Just you wait, Mila wrote me and told me that Ethan Nott is the other beater, and he and Milo play together as if they'd grown up doing this." Hermione said the taunts loud enough so that the other three parents could clearly hear her.
"Yes, well Trevor and Nolan Wood have actually grown up playing as beaters together. And Chase having Oliver Wood as a father being a professional Quidditch Keeper. You snakes don't stand a chance." Bill chided behind her, making Hermione turn around and playfully stick her tongue out at him.
Even further up behind where Bill was seated, Hermione could see where Malfoy, Theo Nott, and Blaise Zabini had all taken seats together. She must have been looking longer than she'd intended, because the trio noticed Hermione's stare. Lifting her hand and gave a quick wave of acknowledgement to the former Slytherins before turning back around so she was facing the pitch searching for her children.
Milo was the easiest to spot with his platinum blonde hair warming up in the air with Ethan Nott, hitting a Bludger back and forth to each other. Scanning the rest of the pitch, she soon spotted George and Angelina's two kids hovering on their broom sticks with Jack passing a Quaffle between them. Mila, however, was no where to be found on the pitch. Hermione's eyes kept scanning, but no matter where she looked, the number '7' Slytherin jersey with the bushy brown curls was most certainly not warming up for the match about to start.
Madam Hooch stepped out onto the field and called over Roxy Weasley and Arild Rowle to come out and shake hands and go over the rules of the game and whatever else it was that the captains discussed beforehand. That's when Mila came running out of the Slytherin locker room with her hair wild and in her face, instead of its normal braid when she played, and she shot up into the air. Milo instantly flew over to her, and it looked like the two might be having a small row, but Milo shook his head and simply left her to get back into his starting position.
After shaking hands, the two team captains flew off into their own respective positions before Madam Hooch called out that she was expecting a clean game. Then, throwing the Quaffle into the air, the game began.
Jack intercepted the ball before Zabini's son was able to make his move and took off like a rocket towards the Slytherin hoops. "See if Rowle can stop him, I doubt it." Harry whispered into Hermione's ear with a smirk on his face. All of the sudden a Bludger was coming straight for Jack, causing him to quickly pass the ball off to Fred, while he did a quick roll on his broom to avoid getting hit.
"I don't think Rowle will have to worry too much with Milo's aim." Hermione yelled back at Harry while she jumped up cheering for her son.
Harry gave a playful glare at her before the two parents began cheering on their sons. The match was intense and for every goal Jack scored, Hermione couldn't help but cheer for her godson, same for Harry when Milo would make a rather impressive hit of the Bludger or when he'd protect one of the Slytherin Chasers.
Hermione kept glancing at Mila, who had at the very least charmed her hair so it sat at the base of her neck, but still kept flowing into her face. Neither of the two seekers seemed to be having any luck in spotting the snitch, while the Chasers on both teams continued to rack up points, even with the Keepers making incredible saves.
Around the two-hour mark, the score was up to 140-170, with Gryffindor in the lead. Jack alone had scored 100 of those points and had given an assist for just about every other point scored. Milo and Nott had been ruthless towards the Weasley siblings, with Milo even breaking Fred's dominate arm, making it hard for him to play. At the sound of his arm breaking, Hermione had felt her stomach turn over, making her slightly regret allowing Harry to teach such a barbaric game to her children.
"I think Dom's spotted the snitch." Bill yelled behind them, jumping up and cheering for his daughter. Hermione's eyes instantly found the blonde streaking through the sky towards the Slytherin cheering section.
Mila was closer however, and had also spotted the snitch and was racing across the sky. She had a good ten second lead on the older girl, and with Mila's much smaller stature, she was able to flatten herself so close against the broom that she shot like a rocket straight in the direction of her house's cheering section.
The crack of the Bludger making contact with her shin guard echoed through the stands, as a well-aimed Bludger, sent by the youngest Wood brother, hit Mila on her leg, causing her broom to go into a spiral twist. Gasping, Hermione stood up, eyes glued to her daughter as she struggled to gain control of her broom.
However, as soon as Mila righted her broom, she pointed the handle straight at the ground and went into a dive with Dom hot on her heels. Neck in neck, both girls had their arms stretched out in front of them, with Dom's longer stature giving her a slight advantage. Another goal was scored by Gryffindor, bringing their lead up another ten points right as Mila bumped Dom off course and grabbed the snitch out from under her nose, securing Slytherin's victory.
Slytherin won the game 290 to 180. Hermione jumped up screaming shaking her green and silver pompoms, turning around and beaming up at Malfoy who was also standing and clapping for their daughter.
Turning back around, Hermione saw Mila getting scooped up into a hug by Rowle and being thrown into the air by the massive sixth year before he planted a kiss squarely on her mouth before turning and also kissing the only other female Slytherin player. Laughing at the display, Hermione chanced a quick glance back up at Malfoy, who had stopped cheering and now looked completely miffed instead, making her laugh even harder.
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Running into the infirmary with Harry and Ron hot on her heels, Hermione couldn't get to her daughter fast enough. Laying in bed, with her leg in a cast and propped up, Mila had a grin across her face as she reached forward to steal the chocolate frog her brother had just opened.
"Mila Emmeline, give your brother back his candy." Hermione said letting out the breath she'd been holding since she'd heard that Mila had to be taken to the infirmary on a stretcher following the game due to a leg injury. If the kids were joking around and picking on each other, then Hermione knew whatever had happened couldn't be that bad.
"Mum! Uncle Harry!" Mila said with a smile that dropped when she saw who was also with Hermione. "Ron." She said with a flat tone, making Hermione turn slightly to see Ronald, who was standing behind her with his hands in his pockets rolling his eyes.
"You were spectacular, but of course you were. You had me as your coach all summer." Harry said walking up and winking at Mila, leaving Hermione and Ron slightly behind him and away from the twins.
"Why don't you go find George and Angelina, I'm sure they're getting ready to bring Fred in here to fix his arm up." Hermione whispered to Ron as she put her hand up on his chest.
"Mione, I'm sorry about earlier. I was being a jealous git. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did." Ron whispered back to Hermione, not wanting to be overheard by Harry or the twins.
"No, you shouldn't have. But it's alright. I'll talk to Malfoy and let him know that you're sorry." Hermione told him, brushing her hands over his jacket, smoothing out some wrinkles that had formed on his cloak during the game. "We can talk more about it at home, alright."
"Mione, I just don't want you going near him without me there. You understand why, don't you?" Ron said a bit too loud, when they were interrupted by Mila sneezing.
Turning around to give her daughter a once over, she saw her pull out a tissue and dab at her nose. "Sorry, mum. Ginger allergy. Hey, before I forget." Hermione's concerned expression fell before putting her hands on her hips waiting for whatever Mila was about to say. "Could you give this to Malfoy, tell him I'm soooooooo glad he came today." Mila said just as she finished fishing the snitch from today's match out of her pocket, tossing it to her mother.
Without another word to her or anyone else in the room, Ron turned on his heels and stalked out of the infirmary letting the heavy doors slam shut behind him. Turning on her daughter, gripping the snitch in her hand, Hermione looked Mila over. "Do you really have to antagonize him?" She asked, knowing Mila was much like her father in that aspect. "Just because you think something doesn't mean you have to say it aloud."
"He's a wanker, mum. Come on, you could do so much better. Hell, Zabini's father is single again, why don't you let him take you out? Even he would be better than Ronald Weasley." Mila said crossing her arms and rolling her eyes as she said the red-head's name.
"Did you ever think it's this attitude right here that puts the two of you at such odds. Look at Milo, he doesn't have to go out of his way to insult Ron every time they pass each other and they get along just fine." Hermione said gesturing towards her son, who was looking up at the ceiling and his face-tinged pink.
"Get along just fine? He doesn't even acknowledge that we exist and you call that getting on just fine? He's a prick and you know it, mum." Mila muttered, silver eyes looking down at her hands in her lap.
Hermione stole a glance up at her son, who was still studying the ceiling and then another one over to Harry who only shrugged when she looked at her best friend. "She's not wrong, Hermione." He whispered.
"Yes, well, I'm glad you're alright, do either of you need anything else right now?" Hermione asked looked between the three most important people in her life. "No, okay, I'm going to find Madam Pomfrey and get update. I'll be back." She said leaning in and giving each of her children a hug before pulling away and walking off, passing George, Angelina, and their son walking in. Giving the trio a small nod and an apology for her son breaking Fred's arm, Hermione excused herself to stand out in the corridor away from prying eyes.
Leaning against the wall, Hermione leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Over the past almost two months things between her and Ron had been getting even more tense than they'd already been. She'd thought they might be able to work through whatever this was, but if going by her children's reactions, it seemed that Hermione had a bit of thinking to do before July came and she took a walk down that aisle.
A/N: Well, well, well. Hermione is questioning her relationship with Ron. Mila makes me laugh, but Jack is too much.
So, was it lazy of me to just make all the Weasley cousins on the Quidditch team? Yeah, but in the books all the siblings played so it seemed acceptable to me. The Wood brothers, I actually got the inspiration to have three brothers close in age all jocks from a family I'm close with. Only, they didn't all play the same sport.
Okay, Next chapter will be on or before Wednesday. And, it's not going to be safe for work. Hermione POV, we're getting another memory. Here is your official SMUT warning. See you then!
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