Harry Potter and the Six Founders

Chapter 7 - Visits

Grimauld place, next morning

Harry got up early as he usually did these days. He stopped by the girls' room to listen if they were awake. He didn't hear any sound so he opened the door carefully. Both were asleep. He approached the mass of brown hair that emerged from Hermione's bed. She was sleeping peacefully and he looked at her for a moment. Stepping close he basked in her sweet perfume and kissed her cheek gently. One of these days they would go to sleep and wake up together, and it would be yet another precious thing between them.

He left the room and went outside for his morning run and exercises

After an hour he had returned for a quick shower. He was getting fitter day after day, thanks to this routine, and it made him feel good. Someday, he was sure that he would need it.

As he came down to the kitchen Dobby and Winky greeted him joyfully. Winky still seemed overly shy, but she was looking better than he'd ever seen her.

Dobby brought him a cup of tea, some rolls and the day's edition of the Daily Prophet. I guess we'll have to take a subscription to the Quibbler too, he thought, smiling at the idea.

"Harry Potter seems very happy today," Dobby remarked.

"Yes Dobby. I was thinking about Ron and Luna."

"Ah yes. Will we have another guest in the house?"

"I think so. I expect her to spend most of the summer here with us."

Ginny entered the kitchen.

"Hi Harry." She kissed his cheek. "Did I hear you talking about Luna?"

"Yes." He considered the young girl for a moment. "You know we could also ask Dean to come over too if you'd like."

Ginny looked away.

"No I don't think so."

Harry sensed a difference in her this morning. She was very tense.

"I thought you were dating him. Is there any trouble?"

"Nothing important and nothing that concerns you." Her voice seemed a bit strained.

"Ginny?" She didn't answer but busied herself with her roll. Buttering it fiercely.

She looks like she's ready to cry, he thought.

"Ginny, please I'm your friend and something's wrong. Please talk to me."

She threw her roll away and broke into sobs on the table. Harry went to her and took her in his arms.

"What is it?" he asked gently.

She buried her head against his chest and the words rushed out of her.

"I'm so jealous that's all. I'm jealous of Luna and especially of Hermione. Because she has you and you love each other so much."

"But you've got all the boyfriends that you want."

"Bah! It's not the same at all, All they think about is themselves, and all they want is to get into my pants. So we snog and all but there's no real feeling and passion. Whereas you and Hermione you're barely touching each other and you're in heaven."

She kept on crying, and Harry didn't know what to do. He caressed her hair gently.

"Don't tell Ron," she continued. "But I've even let Dean make love to me once and it was just... sex. I though it would make him feel something more for me. He doesn't get any dreamy eyes and his heart doesn't beat faster when he sees me, all he wants is to do it again. I'm so disappointed and I'm disgusted with myself."

She banged her fist against him.

"I wanted you. I thought I would find someone as good, but there's no one. I wish so much I was Hermione. When she talks about you at night.... You can't imagine how much she loves you and how happy she is."

"Yes I can, I feel the same.... Oh Ginny I'm so sorry but please don't give up. You'll find someone who'll love you back. You just have to be patient that's all."

Her sobs redoubled.

"But I've ruined it. Everybody probably thinks I'm a slut now."

Harry saw Hermione coming down, and he nodded at her to be discreet.

"Nobody who's worth anything will think that. I know you're a fine person Ginny, and many others think it."

"I want to fall in love!"

"I'm sorry but that just happens, you just have to be ready for it. I don't think you can plan for something like that."

"Hermione is going to kill me. Ron is going to kill me...."

"Of course not. It doesn't change anything, and we're still your friends and we care about you." He placed his hand under her chin to raise her face.

"I care for you Ginny," he said gently, "if things had been differently I.... I don't know."

She looked up and wiped her eyes.

"Would you consider polygamy?"

He chuckled.

"No, but I'll be best man at your wedding."

She had to smile at that, and he took a napkin to dab at her tears.

"Or you can think of me as the big brother who's never going to kill you."

She had calmed down and stopped sobbing, as she replaced her head against him.

"Thank you big brother," she murmured.

Then she sat up, looked at him with a gentle sad smile and kissed him deliberately on the lips. He started to protest but she stopped him.

"Shh. That didn't happen, so let's not talk about it. Have a nice day Harry and give my love to Hermione."

She left the room before Harry had a chance to say anything.

He shook his head and decided that it was time to get back to his cup of tea.

After a while, Hermione re-entered the kitchen.

"Hi Mione."

"Hi Harry." Her face was serious, and she didn't kiss him as she usually did. "I just saw Ginny go by with a happy smile, and tears all over her face. And I saw you together just before. Anything special I should know?" she asked in a neutral voice.

Harry sighed.

"Didn't you listen in?"

"I don't like to intrude of other people's business."

He frowned at her. She seemed a little upset. Lucky she didn't see what Ginny did then.

"Well I wouldn't have minded if you did because I have nothing to hide from you. If you come and give me a good morning's kiss I will tell you about it." He extended his hand to her and smiled at her. "You have nothing to be cross about."

She went to him after a moment's hesitation, and bent down to kiss him. He responded vigorously and she quickly lost her coldness.

"Ok. What happened?"

"Ginny's sad because Dean and she are not really in love and that what she wants." He hesitated and looked away. "And she's still got a little crush on me."

"A little crush?"

He looked at her earnestly.

"It's you I love Hermione, there's no doubts in my mind. Ginny's my close friend, but I'm not in love with her. It's very simple."

She knew the truth in his words.

"Ok, forgive me." She embraced him. "This is so wonderful that I'm something afraid it will disappear overnight. That's all."

"Would it help if we shared the same bed?" Harry asked hopefully.

She chuckled. "Not a bad idea actually." She became serious. "I'm not ready to think about that on an empty stomach."

Harry immediately poured her a cup of tea, and he waved frantically at Dobby to bring more rolls and jam. He made a fuss of unfolding her napkin and setting her plate and glass until she pushed him away. They laughed about it for almost minute.

They turned back to breakfast and small talk. Soon afterward Remus and Tonks joined them.

"Are you two ready?" he asked.

"Yes," responded Harry.

"I'm not!" said Hermione. "Where are we going? What should I prepare for?"

"You don't need anything special," answered Remus. "Although I would recommend something nice to wear," he added mysteriously.

Hermione threw an exasperated look at Harry, who managed to keep an innocent face. She saw that he was dressed in an elegant wizard robe, not muggle stuff and not work clothes.

"I don't like conspirators, but I'll call your bluff," she said as she went up to her room.

Ginny was stretched out on her bed, awake and staring into space. She had obviously been crying again. Hermione paused and sat next to her. She gently placed her hand on her friend's arm, not saying anything.

Ginny turned to look at her.

"Did Harry tell you?" She could fell the tears coming back.

Hermione gathered her in her arms.

"He told me you still thought about him, and that you were unhappy with Dean."

"Aren't you mad at me?"

Hermione considered this.

"I'll only be mad at you if you tried to take him away from me. For the rest I really want to help you."

"Thanks," she whispered. "I wouldn't do that, and it wouldn't work anyway. You know how hard it is to make Harry change his mind," she said playfully. Hermione chuckled at that herself.

"He didn't tell you anything else?" Ginny's face took on a anxious expression.

"What else is there to tell?"

Ginny lowered her head. Gentleman Harry. It figures. She explained what she'd done with Dean and how disgusted she felt. She broke down in sobs again.

Hermione hugged her tightly.

"Ginny don't agonize over that. It may have been a mistake, but it's not the end of the world."

"Harry said the same thing but I feel real bad about it anyway." She sniffed. "Have you and Harry... no it's none of my business."

Hermione understood that she needed to speak about this. Girl talk. That what we call it.

"No we haven't... yet. We want to wait a little."

"I wish I had."

"I don't think it's so much the first time which counts as much as the first time with the right boy," Hermione reasoned. "At least you won't be as anxious or worried about the gory details."

"Yea. I guess so." Ginny wiped her face. "Now all I have to do if find the right boy. I hope there's some left around."

"Of course there are. Just give the machos a wide berth." She thought for a moment. "What about Neville? He's the decent caring kind."

Ginny shook her head.

"Not macho enough for me. I want someone... well with a more powerful personality."

"Hum. That kind of rules out Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Maybe you should look among the Slytherins." Hermione made it a joke and Ginny chuckled but the thought stayed in her mind.

Malfoy's Manor

Severus Snape apparated in the house garden and walked toward the main house. It was a large imposing structure where every detail expressed power and the passage of time.

The garden path twisted and on either side fierce looking plants looked ready to strike at any intruder. Severus knew that they could do exactly that. It was a very efficient defense system. A friend of the Malfoy family would have nothing to fear, but an enemy would be something else.

To many people the place would appear sinister, but it made him feel secure to know that so much ancient magic had be tamed and used in this place. That magic meant protection. It provided a reference against which the problems of the present could be measured.

Severus sighed. He also remembered the dark side of these spells. He had been lured and seduced by them into the Dark Lord's hands. It had paid for it with many years of loneliness and pain. Harry and Dumbledore had saved him.

And now he would try to save his godson, Draco.

At the door he gestured to the guardian gargoyle. The statue deformed and uttered a long ringing sound. Shortly afterward the door opened and Narcissa Malfoy appeared.

"Hello Severus. How nice to see you." She looked sadder than usual which he could understand considering the circumstances.

"Hello Narcissa. How are you?"

She gestured for him to come inside.

"Life goes on, more or less. I spend most of my time with Silena." Silena was Draco's younger sister who would be about ten if he remembered correctly.

"She's not going to Hogwarts this year?"

"No, not until next year. Lucius had wondered if she wouldn't be better at some other school, but we agreed that Hogwarts is still the best. And I know you'll take care of her."

"Of course." He looked at her. She was beautiful but also very cold and haughty. It was a shame. She wasn't a Death Eater as far as he knew, but she had embraced the prejudices of those people. A least she cares for her children.

"I had thought to take Draco on a little trip. How is he?"

She twisted her face in disgust.

"He has been brooding ever since he came back. Did you know he got in a fight on the train with those Gryffindors? He and his friends were a mess." She shook her head. "I do not know what to do or say to him anymore. I would be glad if you could talk some sense in him."

Severus shrugged.

"I will try. I do have something in mind that could help him."

Narcissa turned to a cringing House Elf and ordered it to go and get Draco. She led Severus into the living room and asked another Elf for refreshments.

Draco was in his room, dejectedly buried in his favorite chair. It was a gigantic piece of furniture, covered in dark green velvet, which had been his playing ground since he was a baby.

But now he was taking no pleasure from it. It was simply more comfortable than the floor, and more dignified than his bed.

He had spent most of the summer brooding on his life and raging at others. Damn that Potter, damn those Gryffindors, damn Dumbledore, damn those stupid helpless Crabbe and Goyle, damn Voldemort and damn my father. Damn them all!

In the first days those thoughts had been all that he could hold in his mind. He had struck out at everyone, even at Silena who was the person he had to most affection for. She'd always been the one to hug him when he received so little love from his mother and only towering disdain from his father.

At least this summer he didn't have to hear lessons or take punishments from his him.

What I am supposed to feel for what he did?

As a child all he had known was that his father was a powerful man in conservative circles and that he had friends in old families. He had heard some of these people condemning Voldemort's most extreme acts while basically sharing his prejudice against muggles and mudbloods.

Then one day he had understood that his father was a Death Eater, and that he Draco would one day be invited to join them. At first he had felt pride because he was going to be with the powerfuls. He would be one of the masters, destined to rule over the weak. He had gloried in his part with the Inquisitive Squads at Hogwarts.

But they had been defeated, Umbridge had failed, the Death Eaters had failed. They had been condemned by the authorities, and now he and his friends were loathed and hated by the other students.

And he had failed ignominiously in his last attempt at revenge against Potter.

He'd been sick with shame when he had arrived here. What kind of power can fail like this? What is the Dark Lord if he can't even get rid of a skinny, sick eyed boy?

He didn't know what to do or what to think anymore.

The Elf entered cautiously and attracted his attention.

"I beg your forgiveness Young Master, but your Mother and Professor Snape await your presence."

He turned angrily toward the wretched creature. Severus here? Well no harm in seeing him.

"Tell them I'll be down," he barked.

Severus was the only teacher he respected at school. He ran Slytherin House with an iron hand. The students were allowed much leeway outside their tower, but inside it discipline was harsh. Professor Snape never punished a Slytherin in front of the other House's students. He always took their side in external matters, sometime outrageously, and the Slytherins knew it. However, among themselves, woe became those who had displeased the House Master. Snape used an old wooden cane in a tradition which dated back to the founding wizards.

Slytherins were used to pain and discipline. And to power.

He came down the stairs and moved toward the reception quarters. Severus was speaking with his mother when he entered the room.

"Good morning sir."

"Good morning Draco. How are you?"

"I'm fine sir." Never admit weakness, even when it's obvious.

"I have a little outing planned for today. Will you accompany me?" asked Snape. The boy still has some pride. Good.

Draco knew better than to refuse. Beside I'm bored. What could be worse than waiting here?

"With pleasure sir."

Snape turned to his mother.

"I will bring him back later Narcissa. Is that is agreeable with you?"

"At your pleasure Severus. I wish you a pleasant trip."

Snape took his leave, and they left the house.

"Should I take my broom sir?" asked Draco. He noticed that Snape was carrying a small backpack.

"No need. I have prepared a portkey."

Snape took a silvery object from his pocket and, holding one piece, presented it to Draco. The boy touched it and they found themselves pulled into the void.

They re-appeared in what looked like mountainous country. The air was colder and dryer. In front of them, a foot trail led upward toward a kind of plateau.

Draco had never seen the place before

"Where are we going sir?" he asked sullenly.

Snape looked at the trail.

"There's a place up there which has a deep significance for those of us who follow Salazar Slytherin's path. Only a few know about it, and I felt that you should be one of them."

Draco was immediately interested. Ancient magic fascinated him and whatever else he was a Slytherin.

"I appreciate that sir." Some genuine interest could be heard in his voice.

Snape turned back toward him.

"Things haven't been very good with you these days Draco?"

He wasn't ready to admit anything, not even to this man.

"I'll manage sir."

Snape looked at him for a moment but said nothing. They started to walk up the path. The weather was pleasant and the scenery soothing. After a while he spoke again.

"You may think what you want Draco, but it is time that we have a serious discussion," he said. "Do you understand that?"

Draco wondered where this was leading.

"What do you mean sir?"

Snape let a hint of steel in his voice.

"You've seen what happened last year. I expect you to be bright enough to imagine what the coming months may bring!"

Draco's mind raced. I didn't expect an examination.

"You mean the battle with the Dark Lord, sir."

"Yes! And what do you have to say about that?"

Draco felt trapped. What does he want me to say? He had never discussed this subject with Snape. All he knew was that his father had once said that Snape was "one of them", supposedly meaning the Death Eaters. Is he here on behalf of the Dark Lord?

A deep terrifying fear gripped his insides.

Are we in this desolate place so that I can be eliminated without witnesses? Will he ask me to join the Death Eaters and kill me if I refuse?

Severus sensed the turmoil in the boy's mind.

In a sense it's a good thing. If he had already chosen the dark side he wouldn't fear. He wouldn't have any doubts. I must test him further though.

He took out his wand and pointed it at the boy's heart.

"Do you know about life and death decisions Draco?"

Draco's fear increased. He swallowed and tried desperately to keep control of himself.

"Sir, what...."

Snape prepared his mind in the Legimency routine. He had to know where this boy stood, and how far he could be trusted.

"Draco, you are at a crossroad in your life. You will answer me truthfully. DO NOT MAKE THE MISTAKE OF TELLING ME WHAT YOU THING I WANT TO HEAR. I promise you that I will detect any lies."

Draco nodded acceptance. His face showed apprehension but Snape noted with pride that he still had some control over his fear.

"You're afraid and with good reason, but you do not panic." He paused. "You pass the first test. Good."

Draco swallowed. His heart was beating so fast and hard that he could hear it.

"I am your godfather Draco. Do you know what that means? It means that I have a responsibility toward you. A pledge."

He smiled grimly.

"Today I invoke that pledge. I will help you choose your path and, once you have chosen, you will be committed to follow it, and I to help you." He paused again. "Even if I don't approve."

Draco tried to understand the implications. It sounded like an opening. A way out.

"Yes Draco," confirmed Snape. "If you choose your path in conscience then no power in the world will make me harm you. This is your chance, do not waste it."

Draco found his voice.

"And will you help me choose?"

"Up to a point. I will answer your questions. If you ask the right ones my answers will guide you."

It sounds like a game. A deadly game.

"Choose what?"

"What do you want?" Snape said simply.

"What do I want?" He was puzzled.

"Yes, you will decide what you want to do, what you believe in, who you will follow." He paused and let impatience and anger show in his voice. "Whose side you want to be in. It's really quite simple."

Draco thought about it. Do I want to join the Dark Lord? Is that what he's asking? He couldn't decide that yet.

"Perhaps you need to be led in this like a child. Must I hold your hand?" asked Snape sarcastically.

Draco raised his head in anger and spoke from his heart. Do not lie.

"I want power! I want the promise of Slytherin."

"Are you ready to accept all the consequences of that choice?"

Draco felt the fear returning. What else can I say? I spoke the truth.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" roared Snape.

Draco looked into his godfather's face with alarm. He could feel the force of pledge magic around them. Whatever was said here would be binding.

"I will."

"SAY IT CLEARLY!"

"I WILL FOLLOW THE SLYTHERIN WAY AND ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCES!"

Snape lowered the wand and the tension drained from Draco. His knees felt weak, and he was trembling with exhaustion.

Snape replaced his wand in his robes.

"That will do for now. You will have more time to think about what this means when we get up there."

They resumed walking. Draco's heart was still beating fiercely and he had trouble breathing. It was some time before he could bring himself to speak again.

"Sir, what is this place?"

"It is called Salazar's Retreat. It was where Salazar Slytherin lived before Hogwarts, before he met Godric Gryffindor."

Once again Draco was captivated. He even forgot what had just happened. Salazar Slytherin.

"What was he doing there?"

"He lived a hermit's life, and occasionally he fought for various lords."

"Fought? You mean he sold out his services." The great Slytherin was a mercenary?

"Yes, most wizards did that in those times. The other Hogwarts founders too."

"How did he meet Gryffindor?"

"They were working for different warlords, and Gryffindor was commissioned to kill him."

They arrived at the plateau and Draco could see the rests of an abandoned house, and what seemed to be a miniature Stonehenge.

"They fought a great battle here," Snape continued. "I'm told it lasted for one entire day and night. But none could best the other."

"During the battle the house was destroyed, as you can see, and there was one single casualty."

He turned toward Draco.

"A unicorn was attracted by the commotion and blundered into the battle. No one knows what happened but suddenly it was dead. The two wizards stopped their combat immediately."

Draco nodded his understanding. The unicorn was the most revered of creatures in the wizard world. Killing one, even accidentally, was a terrible thing.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor were horrified by this. It changed their lives and it started a chain of events which led to the founding of Hogwarts and the traditions which went with it."

"But in the end they became enemies again," said Draco.

"That was a long time afterwards. At the end of his life Slytherin became bitter and left the others. He never became a Dark Wizard, but he tried to found another school. It didn't work out well and he came back here. Let me show you."

Snape guided Draco to a single tombstone on the side of the ruins. The stone bore the markings of Slytherin House and the inscription.

There lies Salazar Slytherin,

Great and powerful warlock, co-founder of Hogwarts school of Wizard and Witchery and friend of Godric Gryffindor.

"At the end, Godric returned here and they were reconciled before his death." Snape indicated a marking at the base of the tombstone where a serpent enlaced a sword. "This symbol of the serpent and the sword was the mark of their friendship. It's rarely seen know, but you can find it on some relics, and at Hogwarts if you know where to look."

"I've always thought of the two as enemies," said Draco after some considerations. I was always proud of being a Slytherin and we always opposed the Gryffindors. What does this change?

He noticed that Snape was looking at him with his previous hard stare. It's not over yet. I still have to ask the right questions.

"You said I was at a crossroad. Does this mean I have other choices to make?"

Snape restored his Legimency mental state and hardened his expression.

"Yes. But you made the most binding."

Draco felt the fear returning but he felt stronger in these surroundings. I pray that the spirit of Salazar strengthens me.

He had to get an idea of Snape's position.

"Did we make the same choice you and I?"

Snape's face was undecipherable.

"Yes."

Draco was relieved. So at least we'll be on the same side.

"The Dark Lord says that he is the heir of Slytherin. Is it true?"

"He is a biological descendant, through his mother."

Biological. Why does he use that term?

"And his father?"

"Was a muggle. A man named Riddle."

"A muggle!" Draco exclaimed. The Dark Lord is a mudblood! What madness is this?

"Yes, Voldemort is not a pure blood. He was called Tom Riddle at Hogwarts."

"Who else knows this?" Draco was bewildered.

"Not many people. Your father, Dumbledore, Harry Potter and some of his friends."

Potter! I should have guessed he'd turn up in this.

"I don't understand... I thought his goal was to defend the pure bloods values against muggles... pollution."

"So he says. It's a bit of a contradiction isn't it?"

"He's a fraud!"

"And yet very powerful." Snape took out his wand again.

Draco saw the gesture and hardened his face.

"Some power! He keeps losing against... those Gryffindors."

"Is he really fighting against the Gryffindors or against something else?"

"Muggle lovers then."

"What's bad about muggles?"

Draco was astonished. He had never really thought about it. It was just a given.

"They're weak..." Are they really? What is he doing? He's confusing me!

"Can I ask another question?"

"Yes"

"Are you a Death Eater?" So be it. I have to know.

Snape made a tremendous effort to control his expression. He lowered his wand.

"A very good question Draco. The answer is more complicated than you think. Yet most enlightening."

Draco frowned. He expected a simple yes or no.

Snape dropped his backpack on the ground and extracted a cup shaped object from it. Draco recognized it as a pensieve.

"To answer your question I have to tell you something about myself." Snape gestured for them to sit on the ground, the pensieve between them.

"A long time ago I was a student at Hogwarts. My best friend was someone called Lucius Malfoy and my worst enemies were a group of students led by James Potter and Sirius Black."

"We were all brilliant and arrogant students, just as you are yourself I might add. Some things never change."

"Like you I wanted to be a powerful Slytherin wizard. Specifically I wanted the power of dark magic. It wasn't taught at Hogwarts of course but my friend introduced me to someone who called himself Lord Voldemort."

"I was immediately seduced by him. His intelligence, personality and power were fascinating. He taught me things that I had never imagined. I became drunk with this knowledge."

"And then he asked my help in brewing a particular potion. I, a mere student, had the privilege to assist such a master. A minor matter for him but a tremendous project for me. Needless to say I accepted, learning new things in the process and enhancing my standing among his followers."

"To complete the task I had to become a Death Eater. I didn't think much of it. All I wanted was the power of that secret knowledge. I didn't care what they said and did about muggles, which I despised but didn't really hate."

He turned to Draco with an unreadable face.

"Do you know what the Death Eater initiation ceremony consists of?"

Draco had only heard indirect details.

"Not exactly. The Dark Lord puts a mark on the wizard. And I suppose there is a pledge of allegiance."

"The Dark Mark." Severus' eyes took on a faraway look. "You don't know were it comes from?"

Draco shook his head. Snape took out his wand again.

"I'll show you."

He concentrated, touched the wand to his head and recovered a gossamer of silvery threads, which he placed inside the pensieve. Then he gestured Draco to use it.

Draco approached the surface of the bowl. He dived into the magical space and found himself inside a large dark room, badly lighted by torches. Snape was there, along with his father and other Death Eaters... and Voldemort.

He felt a chill in his spine. He had never seen the Dark Lord and he could understand Snape's description of him. He was a strong tall wizard with burning eyes and a very pale face. So commandeering was his presence that he seemed the only one alive in the room, as if the others were mere puppets awaiting orders.

The Wizards were chanting some strange melody and he saw Snape being prepared for the ceremony. His robe was removed and Voldemort presented him with a cruelly shape dagger. On a near table a cauldron was bubbling.

Snape took the dagger and plunged it into his arm, tracing a complex pattern. Blood flowed. There must have been pain but his face didn't show any. He seemed lost in a drugged trance. He gave the bloody dagger to Lucius.

Draco heard a whimpering sound, and he noticed that another person was in the room.

It was a young girl with pale hair. She was lying naked on the floor, sobbing and paralyzed with fear. He guessed that she was a muggle.

To his growing horror, he noticed that she looked a lot like his sister Silena, the same elfin bones and long blond hair.

He began to feel queasy as he imagined what was planned for her. Human sacrifice? What followed was worse than anything he'd ever dreamed of.

He saw his father approaching the girl, a cold cruel smile on his face, the dagger in his hand. The girl raised her head and started to scream, her lovely face was deformed by terror. Two other Death Eaters took her arms and pulled her upright.

Lucius stabbed the girl in the belly and slowly pulled the blade up. She screamed horribly, blood and gore flowed from the wound. Draco was going to be sick. How can I get out of this? He closed his eyes but he could still hear the screams. He fled and ran.

And found himself panting on the grass next to Snape who looked at him with a hard, closed, face.

Draco couldn't look at him.

"I couldn't stay," he said after a while. "What happens after he kills the girl?"

"Her heart is used as an ingredient to tattoo the Mark on my arm," answered Snape dispassionately.

Disgusting!

"Why?"

"Her fear, pain and death generate a powerful magic which is used to bind to Death Eater to Voldemort. The Lord uses the Mark to summon his follower."

"My father did this." He shuddered.

"Yes." And my former friend too.

"What happened afterwards?"

"I finished the potion Voldemort wanted, but then I realized the horror of my situation. For some reason I did not feel pledged to stay loyal to Voldemort. I believe he was so impatient to have the potion, that he botched that part of the ritual. Typical mistake for him actually."

"So what did you do?"

"I was terrified and desperate. I went back to Hogwarts and searched for a way to remove the Mark and regain my freedom. I found none of course, but Headmaster Dumbledore found me."

Snape sighed.

"I confessed everything to him."

He looked Draco in the eye.

"He did something which I couldn't hope for. He pardoned me and pledged to help me."

Draco nodded. He now understood the loyalty and obedience Snape had always shown to the Headmaster.

"What was for the potion for?"

"It was used on Pettigrew, to make him betray James and Lily Potter."

Snape's face stayed expressionless.

"You know what happened then. When he tried to kill Harry, Voldemort was badly hurt and a lot of Death Eaters were captured. Dumbledore's influence saved me."

"Nevertheless I was cursed. The Mark cannot be removed without killing the wizard."

"He can always cut off his arm."

"That happened once. The Mark reappears somewhere else."

Draco shivered at the thought. What a terrible curse!

"Show it to me."

Snape hesitated. What if it had returned? He still feared that and regularly, he had to take a look to renew his belief that the Mark was really gone. He bared his arm and there was nothing but pale skin.

"I can't. I don't have it anymore."

"I don't understand. You just said that it couldn't be done."

Snape permitted himself a very thin smile.

"A very powerful magic was used. More powerful than the one which placed it." He shook his head and whispered in awe. "I never would have thought it possible."

Draco immediate reaction was yearning for that kind of power. He was still very confused, but it seemed that Voldemort wasn't the almighty force that most people, including him, thought.

"How did it happen?"

Snape looked at him gently.

"I will show you. It's a much happier memory, but it may come as a greater shock to you. He placed another of his thought in the pensieve.

Draco entered, with some apprehension and witnessed the removal of the Mark.

When he came out there was only one image in is mind.

Potter!

"I can't believe it." He took another look at Snape's bare arm.

"It's actually very logical," said Snape in his teacher's voice. "Magic is basically the processing of an external energy through the mind of a wizard. The effect of that processing is influenced by mental concentration and emotions. Strong will and committement makes for powerful magic."

"Where does the energy come from?"

"Minds."

"Minds?"

"Yes the minds of wizards, muggles, magical and non magical creatures. Actually I believe that most of the energy comes from muggle minds. They are after all the most numerous."

Draco was thunderstruck. He was being dealt too many blows in too little time.

"The reason for the Death Eater's practice of human sacrifice and torture," continued Snape, "is to generate as much emotion as possible. Fear, pain and horror are of course the easiest to provoke and Voldemort has learned how to exploit this better than anyone else. Love, affection and respect take much more time and effort. However the actual power released is greater and lasts longer."

"Lily Evans, Potter's mother, knew this better than anyone at the time. She managed to protect him for many years."

"She was a remarkable witch," he murmured.

Draco stayed silent a moment, looking at the pensieve.

"And now Potter is starting to use that power."

"Yes. And the Headmaster is helping him."

Draco looked at him.

"And so are you."

"Yes I have been doing it for many years, mainly out of loyalty to Dumbledore but now I have more... personal reasons."

"You don't hate him any more."

"No. I have been inside his mind, only for an instant but it was enough." Snape looked away. "I have not yet fully digested this. It only happened two days ago."

Draco considered something else.

"Voldemort hasn't got a chance."

"Unless he can kill him soon. I don't think so either." Snape chuckled. "Potter is actually thinking beyond Voldemort. He has the same ambition as Godric and Salazar."

"What is that?"

"Reconciling the muggle-born and the wizards, restoring the unity of Hogwarts."

Snape considered the boy closely.

"And he knows that he will need an ally among the Slytherin."

Draco felt defeated. His nemesis was revealed as the greatest power in the world, even his revered teacher was on his side. All he could look forward was a life of mediocrity and persecution.

"That'll be you then," he said dejectedly. He's going to sell out Slytherin House to them.

"Certainly not," said Snape flatly. "But if could be you."

Draco opened his mouth in surprise.

"But he hates me! They all hate me. They hate all the Slytherin."

"You didn't pay attention to what I said Draco!" said Snape's in a biting voice.

The boy jumped, as if he had been caught day dreaming in class.

"Do not confuse schoolboy conflicts with everlasting hate," continued Snape. "This is the mistake I made. You have the making of a great wizard but you will have to work hard for it and more important, you will have to think about what it really means."

He waved his wand and a pile of supplies and books appeared on the ground.

"I have brought you here to give you the chance of fulfilling that ambition. You will stay in this place for as long as it takes for you to reflect on what you want, and to decide on your destiny. I will return in a few days and we will talk again, in the meanwhile you have much to think and to learn about. I suggest you get on with it."

He stood up.

"I sincerely wish you a good stay. Good bye Draco."

And with those last words he Disapparated.

Hogwarts Grounds

Hermione followed Harry and Remus to the area outside Hogwarts where they had gone before to train in Apparition. Someone was already waiting for them.

Remus introduced them.

"Harry, Hermione, this is Nessus Park of the Ministry. Mr. Park this is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, two of the students we talked about."

The wizard greeted them pleasantly.

"Good morning. I am here to test your ability in Apparition."

Hermione jumped.

"You mean today's the exam?" She turned toward Harry with an angry face "And you didn't tell me anything. I didn't even have time for revision!"

"I'm fully confident that you don't need too," he replied, smiling.

Hermione didn't answer but gave him an I'll-get-you-for-this look and began to prepare herself mentally for the examination.

Of course it went perfectly well. She and Harry passed without a hitch, and on the theory of Apparition Mr. Park actually had to shut her up.

"My dear girl, please. I'm quite satisfied that you understand these principles very well. I dare say that if you were to study anymore, you would be better qualified than me to run the examination." He took out a quill and some official ministry papers and signed their licenses.

"Professor Lupin, I commend you on your tutoring. I understand that there will be two other students to test in the future?"

"Yes sir. Thank you for your time, and for accepting this rather unusual dispensation."

"You're quite welcome. I can see that it was fully justified. Well good day sirs, young lady."

They thanked him and he Disapparated.

Hermione looked at her license, her face full of joy.

"Oh this is wonderful. Thank you Remus, you've been the best teacher we could have had."

"Well you can also thank the Headmaster for getting that dispensation. And you can thank Harry for accelerating the process. The exam was normally scheduled for mid August."

She wasn't ready to forgive him his duplicity yet. Exams were serious things.

"Thanks Harry," she said simply.

He was unfazed and smiled brightly at her.

"My pleasure." He was amused at her attitude and he knew he had a trump card. "And now I have another surprise for you." He took out a crystal. Hermione recognized it as a memory device used to store apparition coordinates.

He held it out to her.

"Remus and I already memorized this. Please do the same and join us". She frowned and took it from his hand.

As soon as she had it, Harry blew her a kiss and Disapparated. She heard Remus go as well and was left alone.

Now what ridiculous prank have they prepared again? She couldn't get used to the habit these boys, even Remus, had for practical jokes. She knew that Sirius and Harry's father had been almost as bad as Fred and George.

She sighed and projected her mind into the crystal. The place looked familiar, grass and trees, mountains in the background. It didn't look too dangerous.

She triggered the spell and apparated in front of Harry. He was laughing and signaled her to turn around. She did and came face to face with... her mother.

"Mom!"

She recognized the park of Krum's Manor. All of them were there and a table was set with a big cake and....

It's Mom's birthday! I completely forgot it.

"Happy birthday Mom!" she said, hugging her.

"Thank you my dear. It's very nice to see you, but I see that the surprise in really on your side."

Hermione turned to Harry whose face was torn between joy and laughter at her.

"You!" She advanced on him. He stood still and flashed at her the winning smile that she couldn't resist. She rushed to kiss him.

"I don't know what to do with you!"

Her father observed that evidently she did know quite a bit more than that. She turned around and saw all these people looking at her, laughing and happy. She blushed and lowered her eyes a moment then raised her head defiantly. Tried to look serious, failed and laughed in her turn.

She spotted Viktor next to his parents. She looked at him carefully but he seemed genuinely happy to see her in these circumstances. She greeted them.

"Madam, Sir, Viktor. I'm very pleased to see you again." She curtsied.

"Welcome back here my dear. You look wonderful."

"I am glad to see you again Hermione," said Viktor smiling. "You seem to have resolved your problem."

She blushed and went to hug and kiss him.

"Yes Viktor," she said softly. "I think I did."

Madam Krum led them toward the table were drinks were passed around. They all cheered as her mother blew the candles on her cake. Soon everyone were talking and having fun.

She started to fill her mother in with the details of her life since her departure. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Harry talking with her father and winked at him. He winked back.

"So you're the famous Harry my daughter has been talking about for all these years." Marc Granger began. "I'm very glad to finally meet you, but I imagined someone a little different."

Harry supposed that Hermione had probably dwelled at little too much on his troubles.

"In truth sir I feel much better now than before."

"Don't fret it Harry. I have heard nothing but good things about you. I can see that Hermione is happy and since she usually knows what she wants, I'm not too worried."

"Hermione is simply the most wonderful girl I ever met sir. You must be very proud of her."

"Oh yes, but I will confess to understanding very little of my daughter, and of your world. We've met nothing but pleasant people from it but I understand that it has its dark side too."

"Yes sir," replied Harry in a quiet voice.

"Hum. You seem to talk straight, more than most of your friends at least." His expression took a more serious attitude. Harry imagined that Viktor's parent had been rather evasive about several aspects of the wizard community.

"No offense Harry but please tell me the truth. Is there any danger for Hermione out there? For you? Should I worry?"

Harry took a deep breath and looked straight at the man. He knew he wouldn't lie but how could he explain things.

"Er... I don't know what Hermione told you," he began.

"She said that you had lost your parents to a kind of rogue wizard and that you had had more trouble with him since. She also spoke of a battle where another wizard had died."

Harry controlled his voice, almost.

"My godfather, sir." He swallowed. The pain was less than it had been but it was still there.

The man touched the boy's arm.

"I'm sorry I didn't know that. But you understand why I'm asking."

"Yes sir. If these things can happen then no one is safe. Still, we have powerful friends." He groped for an analogy to explain the situation. "It's a kind of wild country, with dangerous animals and tribes of people who sometime live away from civilization, but they know how to make out in the wild. Think of Hermione as a reporter, or an engineer, on a mission there."

He looked the man in the eye.

"It is dangerous but we know it, and we're not alone."

"Hum."

Harry tried to project confidence.

"We're not defenseless. Hermione is a powerful witch herself."

He considered the boy.

"And you're a survivor."

Harry nodded. Yeah I can say that at least.

"I'll do anything necessary to protect her. I can promise you that at least."

"You're young, ordinarily I wouldn't intrude on my daughter's business at that stage, private life and all, but you're a very mature young man and things seem serious between you too."

Harry nodded and smiled. He was more conformable on that subject.

"I really love her if that's what you mean." He looked away, a little shyly. "I'm not all that experienced and it's kind of new but... I really hope for it to last forever," he finished in a breath and looked back at him.

The older man gazed at him for a moment then he smiled, raised his glass and clicked Harry's.

"I wouldn't mind it myself. Let's drink to that lad."

A few minutes later, Hermione found an occasion to talk with Viktor. It seemed such a long time ago that they'd been here together. Actually it had been little more than two weeks but so much had changed for her.

Viktor seemed as composed as ever, yet perhaps more at peace than before. At least she wanted to think that he was.

"You are more beautiful than ever Hermiony," he said. "I am truly very happy for you, even if I am a little envious of Harry." But he smiled as he said it.

"Thanks Viktor. I'm very happy too."

"So you have just passed your Apparition license. We are honored to be your first destination."

"I take it Harry arranged this with you."

"Yes, he wanted to know where your mother would be on her birthday. We had a long talk and then we decided on this."

"That was very nice of you."

"It is a pleasure." He bowed. "I enjoyed talking with him. He has changed a lot since the days of the Tournament."

"And in these last days, too," added Hermione. She blushed as she realized what she implied. "I don't mean that like it sounds. I mean it not just me, there's been a big regrouping of people around him and he's been opening to them and bringing us together."

"I am impressed." He took on a more serious expression "I understand that you have very ambitious plans. He told me you wanted to bridge some of the estrangements between wizards. I think it a worthy goal. I hope that you will allow me to participate."

"Yes we will. I promise you that Viktor. I would like it very much."

Diagon Alley

Ron used the floo system to leave Hogwarts for the Alley. He threw a pink of powder in the flames, called out clearly before jumping in.

"Weasleys' Wizbank's Widgets."

He arrived in his brothers' little shop which was decorated in the same burning color as their hair. A number of customers were exploring the various gadgets on display, and Fred waved at him from behind the counter.

He went to greet him as he surveyed the shop.

"Not half bad I'd say. Sure beats using the Gryffindor common room for student sales."

Fred winked at him and gestured to a cabinet with some innocent looking jewelry

"Take a look over here, maybe you can find something for your girlfriend."

Ron grimaced.

"I don't think it would be a good idea to test her sense of humor that fast. Besides I probably can't afford it."

Fred grinned and produced the Gringotts key he had shown Harry.

"Seriously Ron, you should trust your family more. This is for you and Ginny."

Ron took it gingerly.

"What is it?" he asked in a suspicious tone.

"A token of solidarity," said Fred. "To thank you for your participation in the tuning up of some of our products," added George.

"Just go to the bank with it."

"But be sure to leave some for Ginny."

Ron understood and immediately protested.

"Hey guys I won't accept this..."

"Yes you will."

"There isn't much actually, only about a hundred Galleons."

They went on to explain the arrangement. Ron resisted a little then gave in. He was actually very relieved, he hadn't been able to find a way to finance anything else than a couple of ice cream for Luna. That way he could at least buy her a nice treat.

He was much too early for their date so he looked around the shop and then decided he had time to go to the bank before Luna arrived. As it happened he met her in the hall.

"Er.. Hello Luna." As soon as he saw her, his stomach started to twitch. She was wearing a rich brown robe, and her hair was made up in a lovely golden pattern. Looking at her took his breath away.

"Hi Ron."

"You look terrific." It was all he could say. He wanted to kiss her but that seemed a bit undignified in the stuffy atmosphere. Still it seemed silly to just shake her hand.

He compromised by taking her hand and kissing it.

"Oh. How class!" She smiled and did a half curtsy. He beamed.

"Er... I need to take out some change and then we can go and look at the brooms."

"I need to do the same. Let's go."

The Goblins were as scruffy and unsmiling as ever. Ron explained that he and Ginny had just started their private account, passing over its origin and the fact that it was the same size as the main family one. Luna had no such qualms. She had access to her father's vault and Ron noticed that it was as unimpressive as his own. Well it's a good thing if none of us is used to spending Galleons hand over fist.

They came out and once outside Luna very naturally took his hand in hers. The bank was next to a building with some large pillars and for a moment they were somewhat shielded from the crowd. Of a common accord they stopped and looked at each other.

"Let's say hello in a more proper way," she said softy.

Taking his cue Ron took her face in his hand and kissed her tenderly. She responded passionately and when they moved again Ron was walking on clouds.

At the broom shop he recovered his wits and gave her a masterful presentation of the available choices. They went inside and he helped her resist the salesman's pitch for fancy models. They selected an All Weather CleanSweep, and because it was last year's model, but of fine quality he assured her, he even secured a little rebate.

When they came out Luna was delighted and Ron felt ten feet tall. He invited her to the Leaky Cauldron and they talked pleasantly around drinks.

He was glad to see that she didn't always go on about crazy new-age subjects. She could even be very practical when describing how she helped her father run the Quibbler magazine.

Time passed quickly as they discovered more about each other. Fred and George took them to eat a spot of lunch in a little tavern in a side street. Ron was a little apprehensive at the idea of having them around on his first date, but the twins were, for them, quite subdued. Luna did get a little taste of their scathing wit but she handled it quite well. Unlike Ron she understood immediately that she was being tested. She found it amusing and responded in kind.

Actually, from what she described of her family, the Weasleys could see it was every bit as original as theirs. Their father's fascination for muggle technology was well matched by Mr. Lovegood's own taste for exotic theories.

Ron was wondering what her house looked like and she obliged him by suggesting that they go pick up her things and transfer them to Grimauld Place.

Luna and her father lived in a flat, not a house and it was every bit as weird as could be expected. Her own room was something out of the Arabian' Nights, full of drapes, pillows and unfamiliar objects. Ron had thought that Ginny's bedroom had been a little strange, but this was something else. He must have been gawking because Luna burst out laughing at his expression.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

He nodded, his attention fixed on her bed which mesmerized him. It was a cross between a tent and a miniature living room, complete with a little coffee table. The mass of silk pillows was extremely inviting. He started to imagine the two of them kissing and snuggling in it and ..."

He stopped himself with a start, looked at her and blushed crimson.

"Er... It's great. Really blows my mind."

"I can see that," she replied wickedly. "Actually it's supposed to." She kicked off her shoes and installed herself comfortably and gestured to him to do the same. "Would you like some tea?"

He wanted to say that what he wanted was something rather different but he checked himself and acquiesced. Luna taped the side of the table and a teapot and some cups appeared. He sat down next to her and she served the drink. She was amused by his reaction, and she understood that he needed some time to get used to the situation. Boys are so easy to manipulate.

She sobered at the thought. She didn't want to manipulate him, and in any case if she played this game too much she might find herself with her hands full.

"Ron?" she asked gently.

Ron was struggling to keep himself under control by concentrating on stirring the sugar in his tea. He looked at her and swallowed.

"Yes?"

"I hope I'm not coming over too strongly. I like you a lot and I hope we're going to be together, but I wouldn't want to rush things."

"Hum."

He wasn't sure what she meant exactly by that but his mind provided suggestions which were driving him crazy.

"I don't know... Well all I know is that I like you a lot too and I really like being here with you." He grimaced in apology.

"I'm not very used to this, and you're not much like the other girls I know." Which basically means Ginny and Hermione, so that doesn't do me much good.

She smiled.

"I believe in following one's feelings." She cocked her head. "I'm ready for anything. So it's up to you. What are your feelings Ron?"

His head was spinning and his body was aching to hold her. He hadn't expected this or prepared himself but he had fantasized about such a moment many times. He moved against her and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately. She responded and they lost themselves in each other.

Grimauld Place

Harry, Hermione and Remus returned to Grimauld in the afternoon. They found Tonks and Ginny working out together in the garden. It looked like the younger girl had decided to step up her proficiency in spell combat. Tonks was throwing her a barrage of hexes which she blocked determinedly.

Harry applauded and Ginny smiled while catching her breath.

"This... is... hard... work," she panted.

"She's been at it most of the afternoon," said Tonks. "You weren't that interested in fighting before Ginny."

Ginny ignored her and looked at Harry.

"Will you let me to test your defenses Harry?"

Harry glanced at Hermione. Actually he would have liked them to have a little private time together, and he thought it was mutual. Still Ginny had been very upset this morning and she sounded a bit forceful. Hermione seemed to think the same thing because she nodded her permission, and her hand caressed his arm with a promise that they would make it up later.

Harry told Ginny he was going to change clothes and come right back. Tonks made her drink some water to fight off de-hydratation. Hermione picked up a book and selected a chair on the patio.

When Harry came back Ginny was at the ready and Tonks had restored a protective field for the arena. They saluted each other and squared off. Ginny immediately moved to the right and launched a spell at him, followed by another one in the direction he took in evasion.

Harry managed to block the second one but she was readying another multiple attack. He launched a barrage of his own but couldn't avoid being hit by a tingling discharge.

Harry had not warmed up, and he was not fully into fighting mode while Ginny was highly keyed up, if a little tired. At first he could barely cope with her attacks and he concentrated on adjusting to her rhythm.

Tonks and Hermione were watching in fascination. Ginny was hitting Harry with all she had and although he was now gaining the upper hand, he had certainly gotten off to a very shaky start.

He managed to hit her with a paralyzing hex and was ready to call off the fight when she shook off the spell and hit his left leg. He crashed to the ground and saw her prepare another attack. He had a trump for such a situation and used a spell to launch himself in the air toward her. It knocked her down and he was able to recuperate. They separated and resumed fighting.

After a moment Tonks began to fear for Ginny's health and called off the combat. Both youngsters were panting and grinning in pleasure. Ginny was clearly proud of herself and trembling at the edge of exhaustion. She practically collapsed in Harry's arms and Hermione frowned a little when she saw her friend, and erstwhile rival, press herself against Harry's chest and close her eyes. Her frown deepened when Harry carried the girl over to the couch and gently cleared a damp lock of hair from her face.

Ginny opened her eyes and smiled up at Harry.

"That was good wasn't it? Even better than Quidditch I think."

Harry smiled back and told her how impressed he was by her performance. Hermione almost let out a snide comment that she made it sound as good as sex, when she realized that it was not that far from what they'd been doing. The fight had been strangely erotic and, consciously or not, part of what Ginny had wanted was a kind of physical exchange with Harry. The way she acted afterwards was more proof of this.

And the little slut is doing it in front of me!

She got up brutally and cleared her throat noisily

"Harry I think that what Ginny needs right now is rest and a glass of cold water. Why don't you get her one?" she called out in an angry voice.

Harry looked up, surprised and hurt by her aggressive tone. She didn't give him a chance to reply and with forceful steps she stormed inside the house. He turned to Ginny who shrugged her shoulders and pretended not to care.

Lovegood flat

Luna woke up with her face against Ron's chest. For a while she just listened to his heart beating and his soft breathing. She didn't want to disturb his sleep, and she wanted to savor the moment.

Something wonderful had happened. She, who normally kept her control and distance from other people, had been caught in a storm of emotions.

She had reasoned and planned her relationship with Ron. She liked him as a person. She wanted to be part of the friendship he shared with Harry and the others. She had a sensual nature and she was enough at ease with him physically that she had been prepared to share immediately the full experience of sex. In her mind it had been the logical development to seal their affection.

But she had not been thinking about love. That word had been too abstract.

Hoisted by my own petard!

She'd use her empathic talent to follow his lead at the start. It was such a warm feeling to merge her sensations, of his caresses and kisses, and the burning perception of his lust and pleasure.

But Ron had felt more than desire. He had opened his heart to her and she had been overwhelmed by his emotions. Had it been love? She didn't know but it such abandon and trust had touched her profoundly and when she had lowered her guard, the mental feedback had enhanced the experience to a tremendous height.

Hermione warned me. Did she guess it would be this way?

Luna wondered if she would ever be able to relive such a thing. It didn't seem possible; the surprise effect would not be there anymore. But something remained. In her soul there was now a very precious space where Ron dwelled, and she would never need to defend herself against him.

And she knew he felt the same way.

If this isn't love then I don't know what it is.

Ron stirred under her head. She sat up to look at him. His eyes opened and a boyish smile brightened his face. His hand reached out to caress her face and his expression became more serious. He too, acknowledged that something important had happened.

They didn't talk much. By a common accord they accepted that words weren't adequate for what they felt. Instead they touched each other and after a while they got up, dressed and started to assemble Luna's things to take to Grimauld.

Grimauld Place

It was not a happy evening at the house. They had been waiting all evening for Ron and Luna to show up and Remus was considering whether to send out calls in case something wrong had happened. Dinner had been subdued, Ginny was exhausted and distant, Hermione seemed to be sulking and Harry was puzzled.

The sound of suitcases, and other luggage, was suddenly heard in the lobby. They rushed to check what was going on and saw that it was their friends returning. Remus was immensely relieved. He had begun to conjure up terrible scenarios and had felt lax in his duties. He couldn't bear to imagine telling Molly and Arthur that something had happened to their son.

Ron and Luna were oblivious to this. They both had dreamy happy faces which made it plain that danger had been very far from their minds.

Harry smiled at his friend but Hermione took the occasion to vent her frustration.

"Where the hell have you two been? Do you have any idea what time it is? Ron, are you ever going to grow up and be sensible?" she lashed out.

He was startled.

"Hey Hermione. What's the beef? We're just a little late that's all."

"That's all! Do you imagine what we've been going through here? Do you remember anything about Voldemort and Death Eaters?"

Harry looked at her in exasperation.

"Hermione. I think you're overreacting to this a little bit."

She turned an angry face to him.

"I'm not overreacting! I'm concerned. Maybe you didn't worry about them because you had your mind on other things, but I did because I care about my friends. You boys really have only one thing on your minds but there's more to life than a pretty rump."

"Your room has been prepared," she said to Luna. "It's the second one of the right, upstairs, and I'm sure that someone will show you the rest of the house. Good night."

She turned and stomped up the stairs. Shortly afterwards they heard the door of her room slam shut.

Ron turned to Harry.

"What's wrong with her? Did you two have a fight or what?"

Harry shook his head, he didn't understand why Hermione was so angry, and he was beginning to feel hurt. He'd been extra nice to her all day, and she'd hardly spoken to him during the evening.

Ginny knew exactly what was eating at Hermione, but she didn't want to talk about it.

Harry and the others helped Luna set up in her room. By the time they were finished, Remus and Tonks bid them good night and everyone agreed to turn in. Ron lingered for an extensive bout of kissing with Luna while Ginny took the bathroom.

Harry didn't feel very sleepy, so he took out a book to read a little in bed. Ron finally joined him in his room.

"With the stupid grin you have on your face I don't think I have to ask you if you had a good time," Harry said.

Ron turned to his friend.

"Boy did I!" He paused. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Did you and Hermione ever... you know... make love?" he gulped.

Harry blushed.

"No." Not yet.

"I... we did today. Luna and I."

Harry was impressed.

"Whoa! On your first date!"

Ron stared in the distance.

"It was... incredible. I never imagined. I'm so in love with her I can't even think straight about it."

"I'm happy for you Ron, I really am," said Harry grinning.

"Thanks mate."

"It kind of makes you feel that you have a new life doesn't it?"

"Yeah." A pause. "You're not having a serious fight with Hermione are you?"

"I didn't do anything, the whole day was fine. We got our Apparition licenses."

"Cool! Congratulations."

"Thanks. And then we went to see her parents and Krum. Everything was perfect until we got home."

"What did you do?"

"I did nothing! Ginny was working out with Tonks then she and I had a little practice duel. She's turned into a wildcat let me tell you! If Tonks hadn't set up damping fields I'd be carrying scars." The two boys exchanged a chuckle. "When we finished Ginny was very tired and Hermione was furious."

Ron sighed.

"I think she's jealous. Ginny's never given up on you, you know."

"I know, we talked about it this morning and she told me. I think she told Hermione too."

"Oh bonkers. That's it then. Knowing Ginny she must have planned it to be with you and Hermione caught it."

"But we didn't do anything!"

Ron shook his head.

"You had a duel. You said she was a wildcat. I bet it looked real hot to Hermione."

Harry considered and reviewed the action. He remembered what Ginny said at the end and how it must have appeared to a bystander. "That was good wasn't it?" she had said. Oh my god!

"I think you're right. Boy this is so stupid! I love Hermione. I don't want to play around with Ginny. I mean I love her too, but she's like a sister to me."

"Yeah well it'll blow over, Hermione will understand, but..." He blushed.

"What?"

"No, it's stupid really, but I was thinking that Luna's way was kind of simpler."

"Hermione's okay," said Harry, frowning.

"Of course. Look, I don't want to offend, but she's not so keen for the... physical stuff."

He looked at Harry who was beginning to bristle.

"Hey I don't mean to say she's cold or anything, but you know she can be a little hung up about some things."

Harry looked ready to explode then he sighed.

"Yeah, you're right, although we did some pretty hot stuff too, but we agreed that we would take our time."

He nodded firmly.

"I'll have a talk with her and with Ginny. I'll just have to explain things."

"Sure."

Harry considered things again. Girls could be so complicated! Ron was lucky with Luna and Harry envied him for a moment. Still, all things considered, he liked Hermione better. Like she said there were other things in life. Still, it would be nice if she took a leaf from Luna's book, or Ginny's.

He sighed loudly and Ron did the same. Both burst out laughing.

"Ok what is it?" asked Harry.

"I wish I was with her."

"Hum." Harry considered it. "You can you know," he said softly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm not going to be offended if you share her room, or her bed." He grinned.

Ron's face lit up. "You really mean that!"

"Yeah."

"Harry you're the best mate ever." Ron got up and gathered a bunch of clothes. "But what about the others?" he asked anxiously.

"It's my house isn't it? Besides it's nobody else's business."

"Harry I'll owe you forever for this. I swear you can ask me anything."

"Will you take my money then?"

"Aw Harry..."

"Just kidding, well no I'm not and yes I am. Go and join her."

"I never forget it. See you in the morning." He started toward the door. "Hey Harry?"

"What?"

"You've got the room to yourself now. Maybe you can convince Hermione to take my place."

"That'll be nice."

"I'm serious. Hey, do you want me to ask her?"

"No!" Harry cried in alarm. "Thanks but let me handle it okay?"

"Sure. Night Harry."

"Night Ron. Try to keep some energy for tomorrow will you," he added teasingly.

Ron blushed.

"Aw. No problem."

Harry smiled as his friend left. Good old Ron. I'm glad it worked out with Luna.

It would be nice to have another friend here. He slipped into bed and turned out the lights.

Now it's supposed to be Ginny's turn.

He sighed. It would certainly arrange things if Ginny found herself a steady boyfriend. If only to smooth Hermione's feelings.

He closed his eyes and imagined her sleeping in his room. He would suggest it to her in the morning, after apologizing for the mix up with Ginny.

When Ginny entered their room Hermione was pretending to sleep but she was wide awake and seething, angry at Ginny, at Harry and at herself. Ginny was very tired but she couldn't sleep either. The other girl's pretence of steady breathing didn't fool her.

This is ridiculous, she thought. We're supposed to be more mature than that.

She knew she was the cause of Hermione's bad humor. She hadn't been able to stop herself, and in truth she didn't regret it. It had felt so good to really hold Harry's attention, and to be in his arms at the end.

I can understand Hermione being a little jealous, but damn it why is she so reserved with Harry.

She'd only needed one look at Ron and Luna to understand what had happened. She'd felt a pang of envy but she was really happy for them.

Outside she heard the sound of doors open and close. On an impulse she got up and took a peak. Sure enough she saw Ron moving carefully over to Luna's bedroom. Lucky him and her.

She went back to her room and considered Hermione's still shape. What should she do? Time to make up. I've caused them enough hurt.

"Hermione?"

No answer. She waited a bit.

"Hermione? Please talk to me. I'm really sorry."

Hermione raised a tear streaked face.

"What do you want? Go away and leave me alone!"

Ginny sat next to her friend.

"Hermione. Please I'm sorry. I did it deliberately and it was wrong. Blame me but don't blame him."

"He's a stupid git and you're a..."

She broke into sobs and Ginny hugged her.

"Don't say it. He isn't. He's a darling and you should know it, but I've been a slut and I'm really ashamed of it. I didn't want to hurt you but I couldn't resist."

"You hurt me!"

"I know I did, I'm sorry. Hermione please go and make up with him. He's alone in his room and you need to be with him."

Hermione stopped crying and sniffed.

"What do you mean alone?"

"He's alone because Ron's with Luna of course." Hermione's eyes went round. Ginny sighed. "Come on don't tell me you're shocked. You're really ridiculous you know."

"Ginny..."

"Go to him. I'm not asking you to do anything, but go and talk to him. Please. Hermione do you know what I'd give to be in your shoes?"

Hermione had to smile at that.

"Well I can imagine."

"Too right. Now listen to me, you remember what you said about dangers. Well if something bad ever happens, and you've wasted the time you could have spent with him, you'll never forgive yourself. Life and love are so precious Hermione, you should cherish them."

Hermione considered this.

"I'll be leaving you alone here."

"Don't worry about that. Honestly I'll be better if I know he's happy with you than if you're sulking here with me."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't be surprised if you went back to crying your eyes out."

"It's a stupid situation. We both love the same boy but his choice has been made and you're the one." She sighed. "I can't promise I won't be sore about it but that can't be help. I'll just have to find another like him." She chuckled. "Unless you're willing to share him?"

She shook her head at Hermione's scandalized expression.

"Well no matter, just tell me if you change your mind," she added quickly.

"Ginny!"

"Hermione! Will you please go before I lose it completely?"

Ginny was very agitated and Hermione wasn't sure about leaving her alone. They looked at each other for a moment then Ginny got up and gathered Hermione's things and thrust them in her arms. Hermione hesitated then embraced her friend fiercely.

"Don't do anything rash Ginny. We love you," she said feelingly. She waited until Ginny nodded then she took her stuff and left the room.

Ginny looked at the closing door and felt the pain rise inside her. Now I have to sleep. She had some sleeping potions in her drawer. She gulped one and went to her bed. She took her wand and cast a silence spell around the room. They might be discrete, or nothing might happen, but she didn't want to hear anything.

She forced herself not to think about Harry. Sleep was still a long time in coming.

Hermione found herself slowly walking in the corridor toward Harry's door. She felt acutely ridiculous in her nightgown, carrying her clothes in a bundle. If someone came and saw her, she would probably die of embarrassment.

In front of the door her confusion deepened. Should she knock or just enter? I can't believe I'm in such a situation. I've never felt so stupid in my life.

Before she could decide, the door opened and Harry was in front of her, in his pajamas. He froze and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hermione! What are you doing?" he whispered.

Hermione mustered as much dignity as she could, and pushed him aside to enter the room.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she answered in a clipped voice. "I'm coming out of this bloody corridor of course. That's what I'm doing."

Harry closed the door and turned toward her.

"Er... Hermione, I wanted to tell you I'm really sorry about what happened with Ginny. Please believe me I didn't mean anything, but I understand how it must have looked to you."

Hermione looked at him and muttered one word.

"Idiot!"

"Hermione, I..."

"Not you," she interrupted. "Me! I'm the stupid one in this. You're innocent and Ginny played a stupid game too."

"Well I don't know what to say about Ginny. I'll talk to her in the morning and we'll work this out."

Hermione sighed.

"Harry. I've had a talk with Ginny. Who do you think sent me here?"

Harry looked puzzled.

"She sent you here?"

"Yes. She saw Ron go off to join Luna and she told me I would be a complete jackass and a cold hearted bitch if I didn't do the same."

"I can't believe she used those exact terms," grinned Harry.

"So I exaggerate a little."

Hermione came to him and lowered her head.

"Anyway she's also right. I'm the one who should apologize to you. You've organized a wonderful day for me. I loved it but instead of thanking you I've been making this stupid scene."

Harry tried to interrupt but she placed her hand on his mouth.

"No. Hear me out. All this and then at last I have to be prodded into coming here to be with you when I should have been planning for it all along."

"I don't want you to think I'm a cold frigid girl Harry. I'm not and I love you." She broke into sobs and went to embrace him fiercely.

Harry took her in his arms. He was deeply moved by her outburst.

"Of course you're not. You're my sweet, warm, beautiful, caring girl and I love you."

She kept crying.

"But I'm not giving you what you want. If you were with Ginny or Luna you'd...."

This time it was he who interrupted her.

"I'm not. I'm with you and that's what I want." He kissed her. "Hermione my love you're much more to me than a sexy body, although you're that too and I was going to suggest that you moved in here."

He raised her head and traced her tears with a finger.

"But we agreed not to rush into anything. It'll great just to be sleeping next to each other and we'll take it..."

"...one step at a time," she completed.

"Yes."

"Harry Potter! The two of us in that bed and I won't answer for anything!" she said seriously.

He smiled.

"I'm willing to take that chance." He gestured. "You first."

The following morning Harry woke up and turned to look at the shape of Hermione lying next to him. Last night they had finally made love together, after a great deal of mutual exploration and tentative caresses. It had been a long sweet and delightful experience. They'd both been awkward at first of course, but each has taken the time to let the other adjust. It had been a wonderful mix of tenderness and passion and they had wanted it that way. For them every experience was an occasion to add to their love and to strengthen it.

He gently caressed her naked back and she stirred and turned toward him. Her hair was spread over the pillows and framed her smiling face. He bent down to kiss her.

"Hello love."

"Hi Lover."

"You're the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes upon."

"It figures if you usually wake up to see Ron's face." They both chuckled.

The rest of the summer was passed in the regular routine of the drilling, teaching and coaching, and in the settling down of the two new couples. Ginny was the only one uncomfortable, and it didn't get any better. One day she announced that she was going to work in Fred and George's shop and go back to stay at the Burrow with her parents. Harry and Hermione tried to convince her to at least keep her room here but she refused. Seeing how edgy she was becoming they didn't insist.

Just before she left Harry took her aside.

"I'm really sorry you won't be there Ginny. Especially if it's partly because of me."

She looked at him longingly. It still hurt her to be close to him and to remind herself he wasn't hers.

"It's mostly because of you but it's not your fault. I need to get away and who knows? Maybe I'll find a nice boyfriend in Diagon Alley."

He caressed her hair and smiled at her.

"I wish you would. I hate to see you unhappy. "

She pressed her face to his hand.

"We'll see each other at school soon enough." She looked behind him. "Hermione's not watching. Can I kiss you goodbye?"

He chuckled.

"Will you control yourself?"

She nodded gravely and he bent his head to give her a tender quick little kiss on her lips. Her face lit up and he could almost hear her heart beating faster.

"Go now little sister," he whispered, "and come back to us soon."

She swallowed and nodded. She assembled her things, opened the door and left.

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