The Dragon's Rose
disclaimer: if i owned hp would i be living in this hellhole of a house with these incredibly annoying people that are called my family? no. so bugger off.
-singing a solo with your friends- Slim fingers played their way up and down the piano keys, each note joining the others in a melody. The music drifted throughout the room, an almost empty dungeon. The soft sound seemed out of place in a cold, empty dungeon, but the pianist didn't seem to be bothered.
"I didn't know you played the piano, Serverus." Minerva McGonagall's voice cut through the melody, stopping the music, and bringing Serverus Snape's head up.
"I didn't either. I'm testing a new potion for the 6th years tomorrow." He replied.
"Oh? And this one makes you play piano?" She asked, intrigued.
"No, actually, it makes you compose a song on any type of instrument available. I conjured this piano prior to taking the potion." He explained, running a pale finger along the ivory keys.
"Ah. I came to inform you that Dumbledore needs you in his office immediately. He says it's important." McGonagall said.
Serverus stood up and began to put away his things. Minerva watched silently. As he was struggling with putting away some pixie dust into his stash, she spoke up.
"Do you miss them?" Her voice was quiet, timid, like he remembered it from childhood.
The surprise and sudden onslaught of the question made Serverus almost drop the vial of pixie dust. "What?" He choked out, even though he knew what she was talking about.
"Do you miss them, Serverus? James and Lily? Remus and Sirius?" She asked again, more specifically.
Finally the vial fit into the cupboard, which he closed firmly, latching it.
"I do." He said, turning back to his fellow teacher. "However, they aren't here now. And James and Lily won't ever be here again." He said, and Minerva sighed.
"I know." Her eyes trailed to the doorway, looking out into the hallway. "Do you sometimes remember them in the hallways, Serverus? The way they used to laugh loudly and yell at the Slytherins?"
"Of course I remember them yelling at the Slytherins. I was a Slytherin. Lucius and I were yelled at the most." Serverus said, bitterly, yet a hint of sadness tainted his tone.
"Only because Lucius provoked James. And at least they talked to you." Minerva bit her lip.
"Your head was always in books, Minerva. And look, it did you good. Headmistress, and all." Minerva looked up at him and sighed.
"But it didn't give me any memories."
Serverus picked up his bag and the two walked out of the classroom.
Harry Potter removed his invisibility cloak from he and Ron Weasley's forms. He turned and looked at his friend in shock.
"Did you hear them?" Harry asked. "Can you believe that? Wow. They knew my mum and dad, Ron."
"I heard them all right. Can you believe she's only as old as your mum and dad?" Ron asked, his eyes wide.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Come on, then, let's get your spider eyes, and hurry with it, will you?" He urged his friend.
As Ron shuffled around in his desk looking for the potion ingredient, Harry looked through Snape's record files. He pulled out one marked 'Potter, Harry' and opened it.
"Ah, will you look at this, Ron. I got a 75% on the last test. Not too shabby." He remarked.
"Check mine while you're over there, will you?" Ron asked, his voice muffled because he had his head in a cabinet.
"Mione's? Sure. Let's see.. Granger, Hermione. Aww, why even bother asking, Ron? She aced it." Harry said, looking at the bright red 100% with envy.
Annoyed, Ron took his head out of the cabinet. "I didn't bother asking. I asked you to check mine, genius."
Harry stuck his tongue out at him, but pulled out his file anyways, tossing comments out as he searched through it.
"Please, I'm blushing. 75% isn't worthy of genius. Ah here we are! Tsk, tsk, 54%. We need to work on your Potion skills." Harry said, shaking his head. Ron pulled out a jar of spider eyes with a flourish.
"Fantastic!" He exclaimed, and came to Harry's side. "Check Ginny's, will you?" He asked, peering over Harry's shoulder.
"Why? We need to get out of here." Harry said, putting back Ron's file, but relenting and pulling out Ginny's.
"Weasley, Virginia. Her name's Virginia? Oh, look, on the last test she got a 32%. That's worse than you! Oh, look, a note to her." Harry picked up the folded yellow note and Ron took it and read it with interest.
"Miss Weasley. I'm terribly sorry to inform you that you are, in fact, failing Potions. Unfortunately, according to regulations I am forced to schedule you a tutor. From now on report to the Potions dungeon every Friday and Saturday night at 7:30 PM, to study with my top student, Draco Malfoy." Ron finished, horrified.
"Draco Malfoy's his top student? What about Hermione?" Harry wondered, and was about to search for Malfoy's file when Ron grabbed his arm and looked at him in shock.
"Do you realize what this means??? Draco Malfoy is teaching my sister tonight! ALONE! RIGHT HERE!!!" Ron shouted, his eyes burning in rage.
"Yeah, so? It's just tutoring." Harry said, but Ron wasn't listening, and as he milled about, ranting, Harry put away their files.
"Do you know what he could do?! And I wouldn't put it past him, the slimy git!!! I swear, if Malfoy lays a hand on my sister, let alone does anything..."
Harry rolled his eyes and picked up the spider eyes, which Ron had set down on the desk in rage. "Come on, Ron, let's go." He fished his invisibility cloak out of his pocket and motioned for Ron to get under it.
Ron advanced towards him, and then stopped. Harry huffed. "What now?"
"Harry, give me the cloak and let me stay here." Ron said, his eyes still blazing.
"What?? Why?"
"I plan to stay here and watch them. Just in case." Ron explained, and Harry snorted.
"You can't do that! The minute his hand goes to pick up a phial and it even gets near Ginny's, you'll pull the cloak off, hex him, and land yourself in detention." Harry said.
Ron blinked.
"Yeah, that's the plan, now come on, let me have the cloak." He said, and Harry shook his head.
"Are you mad? You think I'll let you stay alone and pounce Malfoy? No. If you're staying, then so am I, so you don't kill him." Harry reasoned. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Fine, fine, whatever, let's have the cloa--" He didn't finish his sentence, though, as the door knob turned with a squeak, and Harry pulled him under the cloak, squacking a bit himself.
...
Hermione stepped into the seemingly empty classroom, and her cinnamon eyes were burning.
"Harry? Ron? Are you two still in here?" She asked, and watched with concealed relief as Harry slipped his cloak off, revealing Ron and him.
"Thank God. I thought Snape had caught you or something, you were supposed to be out hours ago." She said, irritated.
Harry shook his head.
"No, but Ron's in a tizzy because Draco Malfoy is supposed to tutor Ginny in Potions tonight, and he wants to stay and watch. I told him I wouldn't let him do it alone, so I was going to stay with him." He explained, his green eyes twinkling, something Ron hadn't noticed earlier.
Was it because they weren't twinkling like that earlier?
Hermione smiled warmly at Harry, her eyes softening as she looked at him. Then she turned to Ron, and her eyes were sharp and blazing again.
"Are you mad?! You'll get all worked up over nothing, and then you'll be too much even for Harry to hold you back! And then you'll burst out, and hex Malfoy, and land yourself in detention!" She cried, saying almost exactly what Harry had said.
Ron huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, then you stay too! I don't care, I just have to stay! What if he pulls something?" Ron whined, and Hermione shook her head.
"Ginny can take care of herself, Ron." She argued, and Harry coaxed her to stay.
"Come on then, Hermione, stay and help me hold him back." He said, smiling.
Hermione looked at Harry for a moment. "Fine. But if we're here all night and nothing happens I get to hit Ron over the head with your broomstick." Harry laughed and nodded exuberantly.
"Then it's a plan. Come on then, hurry, it's almost 7:30." He said, and the trio crowded close together, and made sure that the cloak covered them completely. They'd settled in the back, where they could still clearly see all of the tables.
...
It was quite a squeeze under the cloak, and Hermione whined.
"Ron move over!" She hissed, fervently.
"I can't move over! If I move over, I slip out from under the cloak!" He hissed back, with equal fervor.
"But I'm practically in Harry's lap! I am on Harry's lap!!" She whispered loudly, and Harry blushed, glad that it was dark under the cloak.
"Well I'm sure Harry doesn't mind a bit, now shut up, I hear someone coming!" Ron whispered, and his two companions both blushed fervently now.
Ron was correct, and the door opened, and Ginny walked in as Draco held the door for her.
"What does he think he's doing, holding the door!" Ron hissed, but Harry poked him hard in the ribs, shutting him up.
Ginny bit her lip, and then quickly sat down. "Let's get this over with, Malfoy." She snapped, and Malfoy sat down across from her cooly.
"I'm not too happy with the arrangements, either, Weasley, believe me." He said, and opened the tutoring manual to the first page, read a few words and sneered at it.
"Well, we'll skip this and go straight to the exercise questions... " He said, but Ginny snapped at him again.
"No! Malfoy, I want to do this right, straight from the beginning. Now what does that page say?" Malfoy rolled his eyes and began reading from the page.
"Getting to know your student through conversation, visual aids, and games... step one, ask them how their day was... step two..." He began, but was interuppted again.
"Well?" Ginny asked, her brown eyes large and expectant.
"Well what?" Draco snapped, with equal venom.
"You're supposed to ask me how my day was." She said, impatient.
Draco rolled his eyes, and then stared at her. He realized suddenly just how beautiful she was. Her hair was very pretty, and the way the dungeon candles displayed her natural golden highlights was enchanting.
"Why is he staring at her like that?!" Ron whispered, and pulled out his wand, but Hermione snatched it away from him.
"Oh no you don't, mister. He's not doing anything bad." She hissed, and Harry stayed silent, after all, there wasn't much to say, with Hermione on his lap, and Ginny and Malfoy meeting by candlelight every weekend.
The trio went back to watching the tutor and his student.
"How was your day, Virginia?" Draco asked, barely above a whisper. His grey eyes bored into her, making her fidget.
Ginny opened her mouth, and then shut it again. His gaze was rather un-nerving, and it was making her flustered. The way he had spoken to her, softly, huskily, was confusing, and Virginia, he called her Virginia...
"It was fine." She squeaked, and when she looked at him again he smiled wickedly, but moved on to the next step.
"Step two... word association. Say a word, and have your student say what comes to mind when hearing this word. Then say what comes to your mind upon hearing that word. Repeat several times. This exercise helps with... yadda yadda yadda." His eyes lifted from the manual and caught hers, and they looked at each other for a moment.
"All right, Weasley, let's go. Orange."
"Red." She blurted out.
"Passion." Draco said, quickly, crisply, and quite calmly. Ginny flinched.
"Umm... love."
"Making love."
Ginny turned red. "I... I think we've strayed a bit..." she said, wondering breifly how they'd gotten to Making Love from Orange. Ah yes, Draco said passion... passion.
"So? It's word association, Virginia, play along. Now, as I said previously... Making love."
"Uh... sex..." She whispered, her face as red as her hair.
Ron was seething by now, of course, but Harry and Hermione were busy trying to calm him down, without getting flustered themselves. The romantic tension in the room was thick.
"Damn lecherous perverted little... son of a..." Ron hissed, and Hermione poked him with his own wand. "Shhhhh." She reminded him to keep it down.
Somehow Draco and Ginny had gotten from Sex to Shoes, and Draco responded with, "Sole."
"Soul." Draco looked at her for a long moment, and leaned forward again, looking back at the manual.
"I think that's enough word association." He announced, and Ginny let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
"Step three.. screw it. You want to move on to the exercise questions yet?" Draco asked, and Ginny nodded fervently.
"All right." He flipped the page, and opened his mouth to read aloud, and then shut it, looking more closely at the questions.
"When Venus is in the fifth house? What is this crap?" He closed the book and looked at the title for the first time that night.
"Tutoring Divination?! What the bloody... McGonagall gave me the wrong book." Draco realized, and huffed.
"As I recall, you snatched it off her desk without her saying a word and without looking at the title. It's your fault." Ginny said, and Ron silently cheered for his sister.
Draco's eyes raised to meet hers again, and she held her tongue. His gaze was really un-nerving. It was like he was undressing her with his eyes. Ron wouldn't put it past him. Ginny bit down on her lip so hard that it began to bleed. She noticed this and cursed.
"Damn!" She raised her hand to wipe away the blood, but Draco was suddenly at her side, and he brutally pulled her out of her chair, and examined the wound, holding her head by the chin, and her body by the waist.
Ron was shaking, trying so hard not to jump out and strangle Malfoy right then and there. Harry noticed this and poked Hermione, and they both grabbed the back of his robes, just in case.
Draco spoke in whispers, and Ron could hear what he was saying, so the trio moved quickly closer to the two.
"Tsk, tsk, Virginia. We must clean this up..." He said, lisping slightly.
And he leaned in, licking his lips... Ron jumped up, forgetting he was under a table now, and bumped his head, and shaking the table. Luckily, he fell back completely covered by the cloak, so when Ginny jumped away from Malfoy and looked their way, she saw nothing but a broken phial from when Ron hit the table.
Ginny gasped. "What was that?" She whispered, shaking.
"Probably just Voldemort coming to power..." Draco said nonchalantly, but disappointed that they were so rudely interuppted.
She turned around and glared at him. "You shouldn't joke about such things." She said, her voice trembling.
"And you shouldn't be so jumpy." He said, and she allowed him to come up behind her, and gasped as he placed his hands upon her shoulders. Draco smiled wickedly as he began to massage them gently.
"So tense... you really need to loosen up, Virginia." He whispered in her ear. She sighed in contentment as he continued to gently knead her shoulders, and she let a little moan escape her lips.
"Mmm..."
Draco smiled. And stopped. He stepped away.
"You must be uncomfortable... should I stop?" He asked, and Ginny shook her head.
"No.. keep doing it... s'nice." She whispered, and settled down in the chair again, moving her hair off her shoulders so he had better access. Just what he wanted.
Ron watched in shock as Ginny let Draco Malfoy give her a massage.
Draco was rubbing Ginny's shoulders, and she was enjoying it!
How could she? Malfoy was filthy, and definetely not worthy to touch Ron's blessed virgin sister. Ron was ready to stop this. But someone beat him to it.
The door opened, and McGonagall stepped in. "Mr. Malfoy!" She snapped, and Draco removed his hands immediately.Ginny's eyes flew open and she jumped up and away from the chair.
"Mr. Malfoy you are supposed to be tutoring Miss Weasley in Potions, not canoodling about with her!" McGonagall said, sternly, and Snape pushed past her and into the dungeon, glaring at Draco. Imagine this, his top Slytherin... canoodling with a Gryffindor a year younger. Shameful.
"Draco, I believe this session is over. We'll provide you with the real manual later." Snape said, eying the discarded Tutoring Divination on the table.
McGonagall calmly yet sternly took Ginny by the hand and led her out. Snape picked up the manual and motioned for Draco to follow him out, and he complied, shutting the door behind him.
...
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Ron was cracking his knuckles. "I'm so ready to kick his ass! You with me, Harry?" He asked, as he stared into the flames in the fireplace.
"Harry?" He asked again, and turned around to see Harry staring at Hermione, who had her head in a book.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Well I'm off to bed. You two have fun canoodling."
Harry snapped out of his reverie in time to hear the last comment and he watched silently fuming as Ron left for the boy's dormitories.
When he'd left, he looked back at Hermione, who'd set down her book, Terribly Complicated Spells Harry-bloody-Potter Would Have Difficulty Performingand was looking into the flames.
"Hermione." He said, quietly.
She looked up and smiled.
"Yes, Harry?" She said softly.
"What the bloody hell does canoodling mean?"
She rolled her eyes. He could be so cute sometimes.. poor child who's family never let him out of doors... she sighed. "It means... well.. flirting... and fooling around..." She explained, blushing a bit.
"Oh." He said, feeling incredibly stupid.
"Hermione?" He asked after another moment of silence.
"Yes, Harry?" She answered.
"How would one canoodle?" He asked, timidly.
"Oh, Harry!" She said, and giggled. "Well... maybe you'd make playfully flirtatious comments, or something... and then maybe... maybe you'd tickle her... and maybe in the middle of it, you peck her on the lips.. and then she'd pull you into a real kiss... and... oh, I'm sorry, I'm babbling."
"I think it's cute when you babble." Harry said, smiling wickedly.
"It is not... it's incredibly embarrassing." Hermione said, but smiled anyways.
"I think it is. So there. Harry bloody Potter says so."
"Just because Harry bloody Potter says something doesn't make it so."
"What if Harry bloody Potter said that she'd better believe it or he'll tickle her to death." He whispered, getting close.
"Then I still wouldn't believe it." She said, pretending to be stubborn, her blushes giving her away.
"Well, I warned you, Miss Granger." He lunged forward, and the book fell away form her hands, and as his fingers reached for her waist, she got a gleam in her eye and grabbed him harshly, and pulled him into a bruising kiss.
They snogged hard for a moment, and then pulled apart.
"Like that?" Harry asked, and Hermione gasped for breath.
"Something along those lines..." She said, and smiled.
"What's this mean?" He asked, settling down with her in his arms. She snuggled against him, her cheeks pink with delight.
"I think we've hooked up, Mister Potter." She said, and Harry grinned lopsidedly.
...
In the meantime, after lecturing Draco and Ginny, Minerva and Serverus watched as their students walked off.
"Do they remind you of anybody, Minerva?" Serverus asked.
"Would you believe Molly Weasley had the biggest crush on Lucius?" She asked, smiling widely.
"I think I would, because he felt the same way." Serverus said, thoughtfully. Minerva looked at him strangely.
"Really?" She asked, and Serverus shook his head.
"No, actually I was just saying that to see your reaction." He said, smiling evilly.
Minerva shook her head, laughing lightly. "Yes, those days were nicer." She said, trailing off.
"Let me buy you a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, Minnie." Serverus said, and turned and smiled at her.
Minerva opened and closed her mouth several times. "Wha.. what ever for?"
"We can share memories." Serverus said, and Minerva sighed.
"I thought I told you... I really don't have any."
"Then you can have some of mine." He said, smiling genuinely. Minerva smiled warmly.
"Very well then, Serverus. You may buy me a butterbeer." She said, and they walked out ofthe classroom together.
"Did Molly really fancy Lucius?"
"Oh she was crazy about him..."
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a/n: well how do you like it? its really got no plot yet. yet. ill think of something, im sure. yesh. i probably will. R&R, please!!!
extra!: Thing's You'll Never Hear HP Characters Say!
Draco:"Who me? Sexy?! Never...."
Harry:"I hate Quidditch! It's silly, just a bunch of people chasing after 4 balls! Hahaha, I said balls!"
Ron:"Ginny's trying to see if she can sleep with all of Gryffindor's males? Neato!"
Hermione:"Studying is boring! You can learn everything through trial and error anyways! Now let's go play some Quidditch, get expelled, and get high while we're at it! Yeah, now that's fun!"
Ginny:"Lavender, will you marry me?"
Draco:"*sings*I'm a little teapot, short and stout..."
Ron:"*sings* Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter...!"
McGonagall:"*sings* Go! Getcha' freak on! Go! Getcha freak on.."
Draco:"My hair SUCKS!"
...
R & R!
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