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Chapter 15- The woman of Potters, what? (part 1)

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Chapter 15- The woman of Potter, what? (part1)

“Cornish Pixies? Imps? Doxies? What the bloody hell is a Doxy…?” Ginny asked, reading over the list of creatures that Hermione had been scribbling out on a fairly long piece of parchment.

“It’s… um… a fairy like creature, commonly known as the Biting Fairy. Their bite is know to be venomous….” Hermione answered distantly, to engrossed with her work to acknowledge the girl with anything more then a monotone brief answer.

Ginny quirked a brow, “Venomous.. bite… what happened to nothing dangerous or life threatening? What if it bites someone?”

“There are spells to keep it from biting anyone if it comes to that, and It’s not one-hundred percent that we’ll actually acquire one. And if we do, that’s where Sheridan comes in. She’s agree to help communicate with any creatures Pansy and I need.” Hermione told her, never once looking up from her writing.

As much as Hermione would have rather been in the company of her girlfriend, she’d found herself releasing the girl of her Head Girl duties, so that she could join Harry and the others in flying. Having no interest with Quidditch, and having seen enough danger, Hermione excused herself and set to the Library. She’d spent the first couple of hours blissfully alone, silently working in the farthest stacks of the Library so that she wasn’t disturbed. That was until Ginny decided to come and keep her company, and brought Daphne and Luna along as well.

Ginny nodded thoughtfully.

“Are you really going to turn the pitch into a maze Hermione?”

“Ginny…” came the sighed reply, “it’ll only be for the night, and that’s only If Dumbledore gives us permission.”

“I hope he does! I’m just curious is all.” Grunted Ginny. “I actually think it sounds brilliant, now that you’ve gone and explained it to me. I’m just curious about these creatures…”

“Hermione knows what she’s doing Ginny,” said Daphne, the older girl leaning over her own parchment. At Hermione request she agreed to sketch a basic outline of the brunettes ideal maze, so she’d have some idea of where to place the creatures. “Hermione, why not use actual fairies as well? You know as a guide?” Daphne added.

“Fairies?” asked Ginny, curious as to what role the tiny creatures could take part in. Daphne nodded.

“Yes, Fairies are known to glow, and since the maze would no doubt be dark, I suppose they would be seen as a guiding light. You know, if students were to get too far lost.” She explained. Ginny nodded a second time.

“Society of Teens Undermining Familiar Fornication Ideals That are Unfair….” Mumured Luna, flipping through a copy of ‘The Mating Rituals of the Genderless Bog Trolls.’ At her statement, Ginny looked back and paused, turning the words over carefully in her head.

“S.T.U.F.F.I.T.U…?” the red head drawled out slowly, a smile slowly creeping onto her face. “Bloody hell Luna… don’t you think that’s a little odd to go around calling ourselves? That’s no better then going around for spew…”

“S.P.E.W.” Both Hermione, and to everyone surprise; Daphne corrected the girl.

“You didn’t honestly think that all Slytherins treat House Elves like the Malfoy’s did you?” Said Daphne, looking up when the room had fallen silent. “My family may own House Elves, but they’re better cared after then most. Besides, I signed up for S.P.E.W. fourth year, though there were never any meetings.” Explained Daphne, Hermione smiled. “Besides, S.T.U.F.F.I.T.U is to long for a group name Luna. We’re more… of… I suppose you could say a clan…maybe a pack even.” Added Daphne, returning back to her sketching.

Ginny snorted, “That makes us a Potter clan then doesn’t it?” The red head asked, peering down at Daphne work. Hermione giggled.

“I rather almost like that one Gin. Hogwarts very own Potter Clan. Has a rather nice ring to it.”

“I don’t know… that makes it sound as if we’re Harry’s followers… do we really need to add that to his Half-Blooded Prince’s inflated ego?” Ginny asked, distinctively knowing she’d get a rouse out of the brunette.

Hermione scowled. As she opened her mouth to argue, she was interrupted with a call of her name. Once again, Sheridan’s familiar accented voice called out to her,  harshly echoing though the shelves, and this time Madame Pince would have none it.

“Out! Out!” The Librarian hissed. “I’ll not have you lounging around my Library!”

“Oh dear…” murmured Hermione, slowly raising to a stand, fearing what Sheridan would say to the older woman. Peering around the shelves, Hermione made out Sheridan’s form, with none other then Lillianne Clearwater, who stood beside the agitated Summoner with fairly amused smile.

“I am not lounging, I am… searching…. for Mademoiselle Grange--” There was a gasp, and suddenly Madam Pince reached out for what ever it was that Sheridan held under her arm.

“Give it here you… you… you depraved animal! Just what have you been doing to that book?!” hissed the woman, just as Sheridan pulled back in the midst of her reach.

“Non! It does not belong to ze Library, it is mine!” said Sheridan hastily, pulling back a second time as the woman lunged at it with claw like fingers.

“How dare you, you filthy little liar!”

Sheridan snarled, she never liked being called a liar, and being called so only infuriated the french woman,“Vous aurez fermez la bouche, vous horrible femme!
I know for a fact zat zere are no books of my kind 'ere! Vous vieux corbeau!”

Madame Pince snorted, “You spoiled, foul, loathsome little--”  

“Please, Madame Pince…” Began Lillianne, interrupting the Liberians beginning rant, “The book is actually meant to be a gift. I was just telling Miss Lightrose, how thrilling it would be if Hogwarts were the only Magical School to have a collection of books; on the origins of Summoners.” She said, and immediately, as if flicking a light switch, did the woman take on a gentler side to Sheridan.

Sheridan, who merely looked at a loss of words, stared dumbfounded at the shorter girl, and could only slowly nod.

“Summoners? I must say Miss Lightrose, I hadn’t any idea that that was what you are. You certainly do not dress like one.”

“Professor Dumblydor feels zat my attire is…” She paused, racking her brain for the proper word, only to look over at Lillianne for some assistance.

“inappropriate for student eyes…” said the brunette, smiling at the way Sheridan blushed.

“Oui, Bien sûr…” muttered Sheridan, before she extended the book to the taller woman. “I 'ave no use for it, it is one of ze copies my … 'eadmistress gave me when I was just a petit fille… It is damaged after ze years of use, but I 'ad 'eard zat you could fix any book.”

“Of course my dear.” Madame Pince answered, snatching the book in mere seconds. “How truly wonderful…” she murmured, slowly casting the spell with practiced ease, she repaired the book as if it had been brand new.

Lillianne giggled, “Come along you depraved animal, I’ve spotted your little Gryffindor.” She said. Hermione had to cover her mouth to suppress a giggle at how quickly Sheridan turned and grinned.

“'Ermione!” She nearly shouted, though it had gone unnoticed by the book engrossed Librarian.

“Shhh! Sheridan for Merlin’s sake!” Hermione giggled. “What on earth are you really doing here?”

“It is 'as I said, I am 'ere for you 'Ermione.” Sheridan stated as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “I 'ave done what you asked at ze pitch.” she added with a slight frown. Hermione chuckled.

“Don’t tell me you’re still pouting over being scolded.”

“I do not understand what it is zat I did wrong. You 'ave seen me do that stunt many times in ze past.” Sheridan muttered, Lillianne giggled softly at her side. At the sound, Daphne looked up and gasped.

“Oh! Hello Daphne.” Lillianne greeted, her eye meeting the other girls.

“Lillianne!” She examined, standing and rushing over to hug the older girl.  “It’s so good to see you! How are you? When did you get here? Have you seen Pansy yet?” the girl gushed before the other could answer.

“A few days now, and I’m well thank you, Its been so long since I last saw you. How are you? Are you parents well?” asked Lillianne, returning the hug just a fiercely as the two engaged into a light conversation.

“You seem quiet taken with Miss Clearwater Sheridan.” Hermione mused, watching the anxious look on the older woman’s face, while she watched Daphne and Lillianne exchange welcoming hugs.

Sheridan blushed, “I do not know what you mean 'Ermione, we are merely… friends.” she said. Ginny snorted, earning a look that had caused the redhead shrink behind the stacks, before returning to a conversation she’d been having with Luna.

“Since you’re here,” began Hermione, reaching over and grabbing her list of creatures. “Do you possibly think you could find any of these creatures?” she asked. Sheridan leaned over to read before nodding slowly.

“Oui, I am certain zat I can… I will 'ave to leave school grounds for many of zem, I do not zink they would be found in ze forest 'ere. If you wish, I would be 'appy to lend more 'elp of my own Summons.” said Sheridan, “We can discuss zis later oui? I 'ad 'oped zat we could go 'Ogsmeade togez'er.” She said with hopeful eyes.

Hermione frowned.

“Oh, I’m sorry Sheridan, I really am, but I have to finis--”

“Please 'Ermione… I feel as zough I 'ave not seen you in weeks! You are always busy! All I asked is zat we spend ze afternoon togez'er.” She said, and Hermione had to think. On a level Sheridan had been right. She had been so busy lately, she couldn’t recall a moment where she’d actually sat down for a more then minute to relax, other then her nights with Pansy. Merlin knew she’d hadn’t even been to the common room in days, and aside from classes, she hadn’t even spent anytime with her friends. She nodded, she could really use the break.

“You’re right, I suppose I could go for a little free time. Perhaps a little fun.” She said, Sheridan broke into a wide smile.

“--arkinson is somehow evading me,” came Lilliannes distant voice, Hermione blinked, drawn back pair as their conversation was brought to the topic of Pansy Parkinson. “I waited in her dorm last night, though she never came in… does she usually sleep somewhere else?” Lillianne asked to which Daphne shrugged.

Hermione frowned. The thought of Miss Clearwater waiting all night in her girlfriends room didn’t sit well with her one bit.

“How is you know Miss Parkinson Miss Clearwater?” Asked Luna, almost as if she knew what Hermione had wanted to ask.

“Our parents work together at the Ministry of Magic. I’ve known Pansy since she was a little girl. You could almost say we’re sisters.” Lillianne explained, and suddenly Hermione felt guilty for ever suspecting anything of the girl.

“Do you guys want to head down to Hogsmeade? I think a break is needed, don’t you?”

“Bloody hell, I thought you’d never ask! Honestly 'Mione, I don’t bloody understand how it is you can sit here for hours and not lose your mind!” Ginny nearly hollered, earning a disapproving looked from both Daphne and Hermione.

“Oh Ginny dear, don’t you know that if you actually read more books, the Library wouldn’t seem so dull.” said Luna, placing her book back into it rightful place, she continued before Ginny could speak another word. “Are we going to the hog’s head then?” She asked. Hermione nodded.

“Eventually I suppose, I thought though that perhaps we could go browsing? Make it a friend’s date of some sort.”  she said, and from the corner of her eyes, she could have sworn that both Lillianne and Sheridan blushed simultaneously.

“I think that sounds wonderful Hermione.” said Daphne, “I’d love to join you, if you don’t mind me stopping by Slytherins House, I’d like to change into something more comfortable.”  

“Of course Daphne,” she said, she paused for a moment to take in her own appearance; pants and a long sleeved sweater, the sleeves of which were rolled up her arms. Hermione frowned. It wasn’t exactly the attire, even for her, to be going out in on a friend filled date.

“Why don’t we meet in the courtyard, say.. an hour or so? I think I‘d like to get cleaned up myself…Ginny will you help me?”

At the request Ginny beamed. “Of course 'Mione, you just leave it to me, you’ll look even better then the last time!” She said, a mischievous grin beginning to play against her lips. Though Hermione and Pansy had gone into Hogsmeade plenty of times, none of their trips had been an official date like their first, and Hermione could barely contain her grin. Ginny really did have a talent when it came to dressing her up.  

“So an hour it is, Miss Clearwater, you’re more then welcome to join us if you’d like?” Hermione offered.

Lillianne gave her a warm smile and nodded her head, “Yes, thank you. I’d very much like that.” she said.

“You don’t suppose Pansy or Cho will be disappoint that we’ve not invited them?” Daphne asked.

“I don’t think so, they seemed too into their flying to notice, besides Harry and Cho could use the practice if they’re going to be flying those creatures in the near future.” said Ginny, earning a few hesitant nods.

“Then I’ll be seeing you lot in an hour.” Daphne chimed gathering her stuff.

“Oh, I’ll go with you, my stuff is after all in Pansy’s room.” said Lillianne. Bidding the rest of them a goodbye, and with a slight squeeze of Sheridan’s hand, the brunette followed after the darker haired girl, as they continued their earlier conversations.

“Je pense que vous êtes dans l'amour Sheridan…” Hermione mused, watching the longing stare the french woman wore as Lillianne left with Daphne.  

Sheridan sighed, nodding slowly, “Oui, entièrement tellement...” She breathed. “Mon dieu…” She began, her brows furrowing, “'Ermione… I do not understand… ze saying of a friend date? You can explain? It is different then a real date?” she asked, Hermione nodded.

“It’s just.. er… basically it’s just friends hanging out, doing the things you would consider doing on a date, just without the romantic notions. See?” She said, Sheridan nodded her understanding.

“And.. I 'ave to wear somez'ing… appropriate for zis?”

“Only if you want to, it’s not necessary.”

Sheridan nodded a second time.  “Oui, merci 'Ermione…” she smiled, leaning in she kissed Hermione on both cheeks, before turning and leavening the aisle.

“Oh please do come again Miss Lightrose,” Chimed Madame Pince, looking up only to catch the faint long flowing of dark hair escape through the doorway, and vanish.

“Well then, to the common room shall we?” chimed Ginny,  gathering her own stuff as she and Luna intertwined their fingers. Hermione nodded following their example, and together the trio left.  

“I think we should head down to the one of the larger lavatories. The baths there are bigger then the one in your room Hermione.” Said Ginny, the three of them turning on to the nearest corridor towards the Enchanted Staircase.
 
“Oh… I don’t know Ginny… I rather like my privacy when bathing…” Mumured Hermione, her cheeks reddening at the thought. Ginny scoffed.

“I’ve already seen you undressed Hermione, we share a room at the Burrow remember? Besides, it’ll save time then having to take turns in your bathroom.”

“And who, might I ask Ginerva, said that you would be bathing in my bathroom?”  Said Hermione, a hint of amusement about her tone.

“You didn’t honestly think I’d go alone did you? don’t make me laugh.”

“Ginny, you do realize you’re a Prefect… Why don’t you use the Prefects bathroom?”  She asked, to which the youngest Weasley flushed.

“The Prefect bathrooms are open to other the Prefects, and the Slytherins come and go as they please since they all know the passwords. Do you have any idea what it’s like bathing with them in the same room as you? If you ask me… Millicent Bulstrode seems to have an eye out for any Gryffindor girl who’ll look her way, she’s not very good at hiding it.” she said, her face twisted with disgust.

Hermione giggled, “Perhaps she fancies one of us?” she asked, slightly cringing at the thought of what fantasies the girl could have possible thought about them.

“You know, just like Daphne and Pansy, Millie is rather pleasant, once you’ve gotten to know her. Really she’s just misunderstood.” Said Luna, her airy tone about herself.

“You’ve been spending time with her then Luna?” Asked Ginny, though there had been no tone of jealousy about the way she asked.

“We had a rather pleasant conversation when I was feeding the Thestrals yesterday. Apparently the poor girl is horrified with the way the Potions lesson turned out, and now her own housemates have turned on her. It’s awfully sad really. She hardly has any friends as it is, and now she feels completely alone.”

“Completely alone… I almost understand that feeling…” murmured Hermione, the three of them passing several third year Gryffindors, who at the sight of her began murmuring amongst themselves. Hermione frowned, her head dropping.

“Oi!” Snapped Ginny, tuning on the spot, “Don’t you lot have something better to do? Piss off!” she shouted, and at the sight of the girls wand, they scattered like rodents.

“Honestly Ginny….” muttered Hermione, dreading what she would face once they reached the common room. She knew that all of Gryffindor would be disgusted with her, even resent her. And honestly, she wasn’t entirely sure she could live with that.

“It’ll be alright Hermione.” Said Luna after a moment of silence. “You’ll see… things always look up… because things can only get better from here on out wouldn’t you agree?”

“I suppose you’re right Luna…” she said as they’d turned another corner.

She had only wondered how Pansy would handle the situation. The girl had already declared that she didn’t care what anyone thought about their relationship, she’d already proven that. But she couldn’t help but wonder how it was when they were apart. As intimidating as Pansy was, it couldn’t possibly had been any easier on her if she were to be cornered. And that was something that frightened Hermione.  

“Well then… I do believe this were I part from you…. I’m terribly sorry I wont be there with you Hermione.” said Luna, Hermione blinked noticing that they had finally reach the Enchanted Staircase.

“Oh, it’s alright Luna… I’ll be fine. We’ll see you in the hour then?”

“Yes, I look forward to it.” she said brightly, the blond then leaned up to kiss Ginny, at which Ginny seemed to purr, pulling the shorter girl closer as the two of them deepened their kiss. Hermione turned away, a light blush coating her cheek as she listened to the pair kiss. And then Luna giggled.

“Ginerva Weasley you do behave.”

“Sorry love, you know how I get.” Purred Ginny, her voice loving and soft. Hermione had to think; Ginny, unlike Ron, had continued to show her what it was like to be in a loving relationship when it came to Luna. She couldn’t help but be curious as to what it would have been like, if she had been the one dating Ginny Instead. How different it would have been compared to dating Ron.

“Alright then, shall we?” Said red-head’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Hermione turned, catching Luna’s retreating form as the girl skipped off to Ravenclaws tower, and nodded.

“Luna’s right you know…” said Ginny, the pair making their way up the stairs.

“About what?”

“Things can only get better… you’ve already endured the rumors, and there isn’t anything anyone can say that you haven’t already heard them say to me or Cho. Don’t let them get to you.”

Hermione nodded, “I suppose you’re right Ginny. Honestly, are you sure you’re really a Weasley? Though I suppose someone amongst you ought to have some brains.” she teased, earning a playful punch to the arm.

“Are you forgetting about Percy? Be that he is a complete prat and Ministry dog, he’s still the smartest one out of our family you know.”

“Oh honestly… it was a compliment.”

“Sure didn’t sound like one.” Teased Ginny, Hermione giggling as they came to a stop at the Fat Lady’s Portrait. “Ready then?”

Hermione nodded.‘Godric Gryffindor, send me strength…’  She silently asked as Ginny gave the password, and the pair climbed inside.

As the pair entered Gryffindors Common Room, Hermione worries all but came true, as the usual buzz of Gryffindor chattering, and Weasleys Wizard Wheezes mischief instantly died.

‘There is but a coming…’ She thought, feeling this was indeed a bad idea as all eyes turned to stare at the two girls, specifically at her.

"Look here. We have a snake lover in our common room." Some first year, who had fancied himself cool was the first to start, and as if it were a signal, it had spited everyone else to join in with their own names and jeers.

"How'd a Slytherin get in our common room?"

"Who ever heard of a lion and a snake together?"

“It’s disgusting is what it is… and Parkinson of all people? Couldn’t you have picked any other Slytherin then her?”

"Sleeping with snakes? Is that how you avoid the Mudblood jokes, Granger?"

"Is that why Ron dumped you? You just didn't want a guy, just an easy Slytherin?"

Each comment made Hermione blush as she’d made to cover her face with her robes. Most of the jeers had come from the younger students, which she had suspected had only decided to speak just so that they might fit in, she of course could over look that, but her fellow sixth years were also taking part, and their jeers seemed to hurt even more.

In the far corner of the room, she could make out Ron’s form, the boy arms still caste in it temporary casting as Lavender sat beside him. Oddly, there hadn’t been any display of affections, and Hermione was almost certain the girl had been crying. With them had been Dean and Seamus, which she suspected were Ron replacement for both her and Harry.

“Can you believe this Ron, she really did come back, whatta think about that?” Seamus jeered, the boy reaching over and handing several Galleons to Dean, who wore a neutral expression as he had accepted it.

"Go suck on that snake you love so much, Granger. You're not a real Gryffindor." Hermione could feel the tears sting the back of her eyes as she took a hesitant step back. She’d wished for some spell, any spell that could have made her disappear, or send her anywhere where she could be alone for the rest of her life. It hurt. To be told she wasn’t a real Gryffindor was something she hadn’t expected, and the pain behind those word cut her like a knife. And the fact that it had come from Collin Creevey of all people, had only made the feeling worst, since the Gryffindor photographer was usually so very kind to her. Blinking back the tears, Hermione made out Ginny’s sudden movement as the redhead sprang forward with her fist raised, ready to strike the shorter short boy. Collin shrieked in fear, a furious Ginny Weasley was known to be far worst then if he had been facing a Bludger.

"D-Don’t do it Ginny! He’s not worth it!” cried Neville, the sound of his voice  had cut the air with so much force, that everyone immediately stopped talking.

Hermione found as she’d looked up, that the boy had been the only thing standing between Ginny and a highly relieved Collin, his arms outstretched as a way to keep the furious red head at bay.

“Get out of the way Neville.” Gritted Ginny.

“I-I can’t do t-th-that Ginny. T-there’s no point in beating up a bunch of thick heads.”  The boy stuttered, standing his ground. Both Ginny and Hermione had to give him some credit, because Neville Longbottom, had continued to surprise the both of them the entire year.

“Oi! Thick heads? Who are you calling a bunch of think heads Neville?” Growled Ron, his arms tightly folded.

“W-well you for one…” the boy muttered. “t-there are more important things too worry about then w-who Hermione Granger is dating.” he began, nervously pulling at his collar. “Y-you’re just angry because she’s found someone better, y-you’re jealous… b-because Hermione is s-s-so…” he’d blushed, and across the room, what ever plant the boy had been working with had given a labored wail as it suddenly sprouted a branch.

“So what Longbottom, spit it out.” said Seamus, his face bright with amusement.

Neville swallowed, “Y-you’re just jealous, t-that you were stupid enough to cheat on H-Hermione, and now th-that she’s with Pansy s-she more b-bea-beautiful then ever!” he nearly shouted. Ginny whistled aside Hermione’s blush.

Ron snorted, shrugging his shoulders before leaning back in his chair, his eyes falling onto Hermione’s flushed face and sneered. “I’m over her Longbottom, thought about it when I was in the Hospital Wing… plenty of other birds out there. I fancy my women like Miss Lightrose, or Lavender…”  

“Yeah Neville, besides, Granger seems to be a Slytherin only kind of gal. No real Gryffindor would ever be caught dead snogging a vil--”

“H-hold it!" Neville cut across him, still keeping an angry Ginny behind him as he stood between her, Collin, and the rest of the Common Room.“Y-you lot s-sure are model Gryffindors! I-I can’t believe you’re turning on poor Hermione like this, If anything, s-she's more of a Gryffindor than everyone of you combined! At least she's got the guts to stand up for what she believes in!” He began, lowing his arms when he’d decided Ginny was no longer dangerous. “S-so what if she’s with a Slytherin? W-why should that affect anything? I-I expected more from us…to be more supportive… and a-and here you are, ganging up and call her names. If it were any of you in her position, she'd be right at your side! Though you've shown you wouldn't deserve it."

Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing, what she was hearing, Neville had never looked so confident, even despite his stutters. She couldn't imagine how she could ever express how grateful she was to him, for what he was saying.

"Longbottom, it figures you'd finally grow a spine and go waste it by protecting a rule-breaking traitor like Granger." Seamus yelled at the stouter boy, surprised as anyone else when Neville didn't back down like he usually did.

“I-I respect her! A-after everything Hermione has done for us and Hogwarts? Seamus, you know as well as anyone else, that if Hermione hadn't broken the rules like she did, Hogwarts would be long gone a-and Y-You-Know-Who would have been back in power since our first year! You ungrateful clod!"

Anyone who knew the usually shy boy, was as surprised as they could ever be by how brave and resolute he was being. And he wasn’t finished.

“W-when you think about it,  e-everyone… they turn to Harry when something happens. You always hear about Harry fighting Dragons, Dementors, a.. b-bloody Basilisk. B-but he couldn’t have done any of that if it weren’t for Hermione!  E-even when she was petrified second year!” He continued, turning to Ron, “And she’s saved your life more timed then you can count! She’s helped all of us when we’ve needed it without so much of a complaint! And when she needs us for support, this is what we do to her?! You lot… a-are a bunch of lousy thick heads!” Neville panted, the room quite, everyone too stunned to say or do anything but think over his words.

It felt like ages as the second had passed at his words.

“Neville’s right…” said Parvati braking the silence, and glaring her way at Ron. Padma nodded at her side.

“I’m sorry Hermione… I mean…. a-after what I did… you were still the first one, aside Neville… to help me through what I’d put you through…” she said. Padma, like Hermione, had been over Ron for several months now, and without Hermione’s help, she had felt that she would probably still be crying over the daft idiot. “I really am sorry Hermione, and you… I’ve seen you with Parkinson… and Neville is right about you being more beautiful then ever, I’ve never seen you glow so much! And… well if she’s the reason for it, then who am I to have a problem with it?”

“Exactly,” said Parvati. “Ron’s just going to have to suck it up! He’s the one whose gotten everyone so excited about this. Jealousy really is a nasty thing with him.” she said turning her nose up to him, and soon several others began murmuring about what Hermione had done for them, and how they hadn’t meant anything they’d said. Several had even said that Ron had made the situation out worst then they’d thought it was.  

“Do you really think I’ve become beautiful Neville?” Hermione asked, lightly touching his shoulder when she managed to free herself from several apologizing first years. He nodded.

“Y-you’ve always b-been beautiful Hermione… I-it just shows more now…” He could have heated the entire room at the way he blushed as he’d received a soft hug from the shorter girl. “A-anyway… you and Ginny should get going while you can…" he said,  Hermione smiled as a thought came to her.

“Are you free Neville?” She asked, he’d giving her a slight nod and she smiled brightly.

“Would you like to come with us to Hogsmeade?  You see were going on a bit of a friendly date… and I would love it if you came.”

Smiling his shy smile, the boy nodded. “I-I would be honored Hermione!”

“Lovely.” she said, reached up and planting a soft kiss on his cheek, the motion having earned him a couple of teasing whistles, “Meet us in the courtyard, in a hours or so alright?”

He nodded just as his plant wailed and birthed another branch.

“And Neville? Thank you, really.” Hermione added.

"Yes Neville, you're absolutely dashing when you try you know." Said Ginny, also leaning over to kiss his cheek. Both he and Hermione smiled at her comment.

As they made for Hermione’s room, Ginny stopped on spot and turned to toward her older brother. “Hey Ron?” she called.

“What is it Ginny?” He asked ignoring what ever it was Lavender was saying. The younger girl grinned.

“I thought that you might have wanted to know, Sheridan…Miss Lightrose… fancies women. You haven’t a chance to in a million years.” She laughed, pulling Hermione along before Ron could utter his reply

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While Hermione and Ginny had been getting ready for their trip to Hogsmeade, Pansy, along with Harry and Cho, were escorting an injured Malfoy to the Hospital Wing. The boys painful groans being exaggerated just slightly.

“Oh Honestly Draco… stop your blubbering, It dropped you no more then 10 feet...” said Pansy, using herself a crutch on one of his sides as Harry took the other. “And what did you expect… Sheridan said not to pull on Dmitri’s ears and you had gone and done just that.”

“I didn’t bloody count on it to drop me! Just wait till my father hears about this! It’ll be just like the oaf’s bloody chicken!” he threatened.

Harry snorted. “This is an entirely different situation Malfoy, you gave both Madame Hooch and Sheridan your trust, and from what hermione told me, there is nothing you can do against a summoner’s summon, so you’re going to have to just deal with it.” Harry grinned, “and blimey… I can’t believe you beat me in a game of catch the snitch Pansy! Twice in fact! I hate to admit it…but it’s point lucky you aren’t Slytherins Seeker. Or I’d be in real trouble!”

“Just… for the sake of everything sane… don’t tell Hermione how serious we got!” Pansy laughed “Daphne either for that matter, right Cho?” Looking back she received a nod from a very muddy Cho Chang.

“Of course , after all, she’d  have my head as well as yours Pansy.” Cho giggled, wiping a bit a mud from her cheek.”

Malfoy groaned, at which both Harry and Pansy to share an annoyed look as they carried him through the doors of the Infirmary.

“How are you holding up Pansy, you know… with the ….talk going about?” Harry asked, the pair getting Malfoy into a bed while Cho had left to find Madame Pomfrey.

“It doesn’t bother me really,” she said, sitting herself on one of the chairs. “It’s Hermione I’m worried about. You and I both know she’s not one to deal with being tease or bullied, no one knows that better then I do…” she murmured, her shoulders slumping. “What about the rest of the Gryffindors? Isn’t there anyone Other then you and Ginny standing up for her?”

“Not that I know of…” said Harry, heaving a heavy sigh. “You can blame Ron mostly… the git’s gone and got everyone all riled up over it. Honestly…”

“I’ve got to hand it to Weaslebee… at least one of you has enough brains to think…” He began wrinkling his nose with disgust. “A pureblood, and a Mudblood together… what did you expect? It’s disg-- OWCH!” he hissed,  the boys sentence  cut off as Pansy forcibly pressed her fingers into his side, where in fact, a rather large bruise had began to take form from practice. “Parkinson!” he yowled. “You’ll bloody regret that!”

“My hand slipped Draco… honestly…” She lied. “Well anyway, I think.. I’ll head back to my room.. I’m in need of a shower.” she added taking her stand.

“Will you be alright?”

“You needn’t worry Harry. They might not like it that I’m dating Hermione, but no one in my house is actually thick enough to corner me about it.” She smiled.  Harry nodded with out another word, he knew Pansy could stand her own, he’d actually felt sorry for anyone who thought they could stand against the girl. Anyone who’d seen Ron’s arm knew she’d played no games when it came to her girlfriend. He smiled, he knew that Hermione was in good hands with Pansy.  

With parting words, Pansy excused herself and headed toward Slytherins Common room. As she had told Harry, the rumors hadn’t bothered her. She paid no attention to the snickering, she ignored all the whispered about her, and anyone who had dared said anything about Hermione never finished, because the glare she had given them, was enough to freeze their blood solid. She had expected anything any threw out at her, and she hadn’t cared a single bit. What she hadn’t been expecting, was that upon her entering Slytherins common room, was the sight of Millicent Bulstrode cornered by several Seventh years.

“I bet you fancied it huh? I heard all about your little snogging with Brown. It’s disgusting.” one of the older and thinner girls sneered, Pansy had come to know the girl as Melody Huddersfield, a seventh year who’d pranced around as though she and her lackeys owned the entire Slytherin House, only because her father had happened to be higher up within the Ministry of Magic. At her side her two friends, who Pansy also came to know as; Ashley Gelson and Hanna Clayworth, both giggled.  Pansy could only roll her eye as the rest of her housemates stood and watched on amused.

‘Nothing to do with me…’ She told herself, turning and heading for her own room when the mention of not only Hermione’s but Cho’s name caught her ear along with her own.”

“You, I had thought you were smarter then that Mudblood loving Parkinson. It’s bad enough that Greengrass had to go and start this… say trend, when she decided to share sheets with that Muggle-Lover Chang, and suddenly it alright for Pureblood to Shag Mudblood and Gryffindors?  You make me sick! How dare you come back here.”

“Yeah!” snorted Gelson. “Just wait till we’ve finished with you. Your little Gryffindor is next.”

Millicent scoffed, “What do I care about Brown for? It wasn’t even my fault, it was Slughorn’s mess!”

“Sure, everyone else may be fooled about that oaf’s class, but we know that you fancy Brown.” Spoke Clayworth, the plumper girl turning her nose up. “And it’s not just Brown, Granger and Chang are next as well.” she sneered, unaware that Pansy has been in the room.

“I for one, plan on knocking Granger down a few steps… the Know it all Mudblood has tested my patient for the last time… I’ll teach her to take points from me…Chang as well…and if Parkinson doesn’t like it th--”

“You’ll knock me down too shall you?” Said Pansy, bring attention that she had heard every word.

“Parkinson…” Melody said slowly, the girl seeming to slither out her name. “You have some ner--”

“You know… I always knew you were pathetic Huddersfield, though… I never thought you were stupid as well.” she continued. “I couldn’t careless what anyone here thinks… and I know for a fact that you yourself, fancy a certain Hufflepuff Muggle-Born boy. And yet… you stand before Bulstrode, lecturing her about a silly kiss?” she laughed.  

“Watch your tongue Parkinson! I’m your superior!” Melody Hissed. “Or your Mudblood and Muggle Lover Chang wont know what hit them!” Melody threatened. Pansy arched a brow. She’d wanted to laugh, she nearly had laughed. Hermione, if anyone, would have probably wiped the flood with the daft girl had they been in a duel. Pansy knew that, she was certain Melody knew it too. After all, Hermione had mastered spells the girl older had yet to even begin learning. No doubt that Cho had as well.  Nevertheless, anyone threatening to harm Hermione, or her friends was not something she would over look easily.

She’d reached for her wand.  

“Now, now Pansy…”  said a voice she recognized all too well, “You really should control that temper…” said Lillianne, the older girl coming down the stairs. She smiled at the younger girls muddy state and giggled, “You look dreadful…”

“Lillianne…” Pansy breathed surprised, “What the devil are you doing here for?” She asked, earning a furrowed frown from the older girl.

“Honestly Pansy, I told you weeks ago I would be arriving within the month.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to arrive until the end of the month…” Said Pansy, lowing her hand back at her side. At the motion, Melody reached for her own, only to have it fly out of her hand and into Lillianne’s in one swift movement, before the older girl uttered the incantations of the Furnunculus cure on the younger girl. No more then a second later had Melody’s skin begun to cover itself with boils, which at the sight of both Hanna and Ashley screeched. The two girls quickly fussing over the panicking girl before one of them realized that the school in fact had an infirmary, and rushed their boiling leader out.

“I never liked that word… Mudblood…”  Said Lillianne, “It sounds so awful…” she added, unaware of Pansy’s stunned stare… “Do I not get a proper greeting?” she then asked, a warm smile playing on her lips despite what had just transpired.

Pansy blinked, a slow and wide smile spreading across her face before she embraced the other girl in a welcoming, tight hug. “It’s so good to see you!

Lillianne giggled. “Well yes, mother and father felt it appropriate to send me early actually… I’m not quite certain why, though I’m hardly in any position to complain. I very much like it here already.” She said, her mind temporally drifting to Sheridan before she continued. “I arrived a couple of days ago actually, I’ve tried to find you, but apparently you’ve take up Quidditch.” At that she frowned, having not liked the violent sport.

“I’ve miss you…” Pansy whispered, a light blush coming to her cheeks.

“I’ve missed you as well Pansy,” smiled Lillianne, “You do realize its terribly difficult to track you down? Even with a locating spell. I thought I’d just wait in your room, but you haven’t shown up. Where on earth are you sleeping if not here?” she asked. Pansy flushed at her question.

“Um, you know… with some… friends?”

Lillianne chuckled lightly. “And I’m sure Miss Granger has nothing to do with it?” The brunette asked with a hit of amusement. “She’s quite the lovely catch, Muggle born too. She seems, exceptional bright for her age… I like her,” she said with a nod. “her lovely french friend as well…” she added with a light blush.

“Then… You’ve met Hermione? And Miss Lightro-- I mean, Sheridan?” asked Pansy, Lillianne nodded taking her seat on Pansy bed. It was then the girl realized that they had moved from the common up into her Privies room.

“I went to the library the morning I first arrived. Miss Granger was the only one there. Miss Lightrose then came along… and well you can guess the rest.” she began, “But you, Miss Parkinson, I have been looking for since I arrived. You wont believe the little rumors I’ve already heard about and miss Granger.” She giggled, and Pansy wondered what rumors had she been hearing that she herself had not. “I never would have believed it, if you hadn’t already told me about her. But then, apparently the entire school knows.”

“Believe me, I didn’t want anyone to know… not yet anyway and certainly not the way it had happed! Bloody Weasley! I’m telling you, that idiot is out to get me. I can handle the bloody prat, and the rumors, but im more concerned about Hermione.” Said Pansy, sitting beside her friend.

“Why’s that?” Lillianne asked, pulling the girl into her, the motion had been nothing more then sisterly and Pansy seemed to relax.

“Hermione’s never liked a lot of attention, you don’t suppose it’ll get to be too much… and… you know?” She whispered, her shoulders hunching.

“That she’d dump you? She doesn’t fit the type Pansy. The worst that can happen is that it’ll be news for a while, but eventually people will stop caring and move on with… what ever it is they do. Don’t worry about it.” Lillianne said, kissing the top of Pansys head.

Pansy smiled, “Thanks… How is it you always know how to make me feel better? It’s like you always know… well.. It doesn’t matter. I’m glad you’re here.”

“The pleasure to be here for you is all mine. But onto something more important…” Lillianne said, suddenly taking on a more serious look.

“What’s the matter?”

“I need you to tell me…” she began, staring intently at the other girl.

“Tell you what?” Pansy asked, feeling nervous at the girls sudden behavior.

“Everything you know about Miss Lightrose.” She’d given an almost dreamy sigh, at first Pansy wasn’t sure she’d heard it correctly, “I think I might have a crush.”  

Her sudden statement brought a smile to Pansy face. “A crush you say?”

Lillianne nodded, her brows slow knitting together into a frown. “No… I take it back… I think I’m in love…” she said with another dreamy sigh, “But we can talk about that later…  now get into the shower… and hurry up…” She said quickly standing and going through Pansy’s closet. She looked back when she noticed Pansys slow state. “Now…?”

Pansy blinked, slowly taking her stand before she undressed.

“Quickly, quickly!” Lillianne hurried, pushing her into the bathroom before the girl could utter her confused reply. Though confused, she thought nothing of it as she started her shower, climbed in and began to bath herself. If there was one thing about her growing love for Quidditch, it was the hot bathes after a long and muddy practice. The feeling of washing away the dirt that clung to her just felt so wonderful. She loved to take long bathes even after she’d cleaned herself, just to feel the water against her skin. However she was denied that luxury when a pair of hands forcible pulled her out after fifteen minutes of showering.

“Would--you--wha--Lillianne!” Pansy stumbled over her words as the older girl fussed over her. “Would you mind telling me what’s going on?”

“Hush… now get dressed or we’ll be late… I’m going to surprise Miss Granger with your appearance. We’ve decided to got on… a groups friendly date… though I think it would be more exciting if we were to actually make it a real date…” she said lightly blushing. “either way we were supposed to meet in an hour… thirty minutes from now will be an hour. So hush and get dressed will you?”  

Pansy nodded as she came to realize what the older girl was planning, and it was then that she noticed that during her shower, Lillianne had changed her clothing; She had been casually dressed in the short sleeve Henley shirt she’d wore, along with a short cotton skirt that was a slightly darker shade. Pansy couldn't help but stare at the girl’s exposed legs, barely noticing the matching calf-high heeled boots that the Lillianne wore. Forcing herself to tear her gaze away before her staring became too obvious, she turned her attention back to Lillianne's face. The older girl stared back, showing no signs that she knew as she added final touches to her hair, so that it hung loose around her shoulders and draped over her cheeks like a veil.

“How do I look?” She asked.

“Fantastic.” Pansy answered smiling. “But, do you mind?” she asked, slightly embarrassed to change in front of the older girl.

Lillianne nodded and excused herself so that the younger girl could get dressed in private. And after ten minutes, Pansy grinned as she put the final touches on her outfit. If she knew Hermione as well as she thought she did, her girlfriend was going to flip once she saw what she was wearing. Standing in front of the mirror, Pansy giggled as she took in what she looked like. She'd tried her best to copy the style of the punks she always saw sitting around in the city alleys, when she was on vacation back home, she’d always had an interest but could never test it in front of her parents or the Malfoy’s. Now, if anything was the best time to try it out, but she never imagined it would be so hard to dress sloppily. She quietly congratulated herself as she purposely wrinkled  her white dress shirt more, leaving the shirt edges un-tucked above the black denim jeans that hugged and showed off every curve of her lower body. Taking the black leather jacket from her trunk, Pansy flashed herself a wicked grin as she draped it carelessly over her shoulders and loosened her tie as much as she could, knowing full well it would be one of the things that got to Hermione.

Crossing her arms loosely just under her chest, Pansy looked at herself from top to bottom. Her loose, wrinkled shirt stayed un-tucked, the sloppiness of which was contrasted by the neatly done-up Gryffindor tie, all of which was covered by the leather jacket that was draped over her shoulders. Her tight black jeans hugged her waist and legs tightly all the way down to her feet, where her knee-high boots could be seen while the rest of the boots stayed hidden under the jeans.

“You look as though you’ve just rolled out of bed.” Mumured Lillianne, Pansy having not heard the girl enter.

“That’s the point, I think I pull it off rather well…” She grinned.

“I think so too. Shall we go then?”

Pansy nodded giving herself one last look, bringing her hand through her hair she turned to follow Lillianne out of her room and downstairs.

To say that both women looked utterly amazing, was an understatement, because as soon as the pair returned Common Room, they were greeted with looks of longing and jealousy. Something that put a smirk on the young Slytherins face.  

“Going on a date, Pansy?” asked a soft and familiar voice, the voice of which had come from behind a small crowed of third years, who had been fussing over Lillianne’s clothing. Making her way around the small crowed, she found Daphne lounging in one of the chairs, as if she had been waiting for the pair. “I was beginning to wonder what was taking so long, and now I know why.” Daphne's voice was almost a purr as she stretched lightly. “You look utterly amazing.” she said, smiling at the other girls dazed expression.

Pansy was in awe at what the other Slytherin wore; a black sleeveless wool top with a Slytherin-themed neckline, leading smoothly into a skirt with strips of silver and green down the side that stopped just above her knees. Over the wool top, she wore a light sweater jacket that fit snugly around her frame, keeping the chilly air out, her sleeves overlapped the fingerless silk gloves that reached up the length of  her forearms. On each glove, a small silver snake clip circled the thumbhole, glinting in the light as she moved her hand lazily. Adding at least an inch to her height, she wore ankle-high boots similar to Lillianne's, which added and lent more to her overall regal look. Pansy smiled as she brought her focus back to Daphne's face and hair; The other witch had kept it’s natural color and arranged it so that that it hung down the side of her neck, with a light scrunch to, keeping her face fully exposed.  

“You look amazing as ever Daphne.” Pansy replied with a grin. “Are you going out with Cho then?” she then asked, realizing that she was unaware of just how many people were on this friends date.

“Oh no, unless Luna’s decided to invite her to join us as well.” was the answer as her eyes fixed onto Pansy's chest, causing the girl to look down in curiosity. “What is it with you and ties lately?” Daphne's lips quirked into a smile as she asked.

“No reason…” Pansy murmured, feeling her cheeks reddening as she looked away.

“It’s a Hermione thing…” Lillianne mused, giggling ever so lightly. “Anyways, I suppose we ought to head on down now.” She continued before Pansy could say anything. As the three left an awestruck Common Room, they began a comfortable conversation as started out to the Courtyards.

“How was the Library work?” Pansy asked, she and Daphne walking side by side.

“Oh, it was rather amusing. I think Hermione’s on to something with this maze of hers. I do hope Dumbledore says it's alright. Miss Lightrose says she’s going to surprise everyone with a rare summons of hers. What do you suppose that might be?”

“Nothing like that bloody horse of hers I hope…” Pansy grimaced, briefly remembering that her first encounter with the Flame-Horse had carried her and Hermione deep into the Forbidden Forest, and left them there.

“Kannu? You mean miss Lightrose’s Nightmare? I found it a rather fascinating creature.” Said Lillianne, smiling brightly to something the other's weren't privy to.

“You seem quite taken with Miss Lightrose Lillianne, have you been spending time with her?” asked Daphne, to which the girl nodded.

“She claims she’s in love with Sheridan!” Pansy announced rather loudly, earning scowl from the older girl.

“Pansy Anna Beth Parkinson, that was hardly necessary!” Lillianne snapped. Pansy stumbled, looking around with redden cheeks.

“Bloody hell.. don’t call me that!” She hissed, taking a cautious glance around, wondering how many had heard her scolding name. Daphne giggled. “Blimey Lillianne… what if someone had heard you?”

“Oh nonsense, its nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“She’s right, Anna Beth is a rather lovely middle name. I like it.” Said a very sudden Luna, at some point the blond had joined them in  midst of their stride as if she'd been with them the entire time. Though her appearance had gone unnoticed, since aside from Lillianne, Daphne and Pansy had grown so use to the girl's sudden appearances. “Hello again Miss Clearwater,” Luna chimed as they continued their walking pace. The Ravenclaw twirled back and forth as she walked with them, the belt-buckled shoes she wore squeaking a little as they glimmered in the passing light. Putting aside any questions at Luna's sudden appearance or behavior, the witches took a moment to take in what the girl was wearing; To compliment her shoes, Luna's legs were covered with cream-colored stockings that reached up to her knees, the left side showing a line of green spades along the outer side of her leg, while the right bore a line of diamonds. Above her stockings, she wore a sea green sheer skirt that barely reached halfway down her thighs, with light blue shorts on underneath to maintain decency. Above that, a matching sea-green thin pea coat-style jacket had covered her from her shoulders down past her waist. As Luna twirled a third time, her unbuttoned jacket fell open to show the Ravenclaw-blue turtleneck sweater underneath, reveling a small segment of spiraling spades just visible on her left shoulder and sleeve, before the force of the twirl pulled it back into place. Luna's right hand wore a white wool mitten, currently clasped around a copy of the Daily Prophet, sideways, while her left hand stayed bare as the matching mitten swung clipped to the jackets sleeve. Despite the odd way she was dressed, Luna seemed to pull it off rather well. What had really drawn the group's attention had been the Ravenclaws hair; its had been styled with twin french braids on the left of her head, that tied off with hair ties at the back of her neck and behind her ear before ending in a sudden ponytail. As she twirled again. Cho came into view, the girl coming down towards them. She’d given them a shy wave as she stepped up next to Daphne, who wrapped an arm around the girl's waist.

Unlike Luna, Cho's attire was casual and as simple as possible; blue denim jeans and a light short-sleeved shirt under an open jacket. Thought they way Daphne had stared, made it seem she was wearing much less.

“Hello Luna, Cho. I suppose then you’re joining us on this, ‘friendly’ friends outing?” asked Pansy, still red in the cheeks as they continued their walking.

“What are you talking about Pansy?” Daphne said, a playful smile quickly forming, “You’re joining us if you think about, the both of you.”

“She’s right you know… though I rather like this… It’ll give the women of Potter’s Clan a chance to bond.” Said Luna.

“Potter’s… what?” Pansy asked, unsure on whether or not she really wanted to know the answer.

“Luna, I highly doubt we're going to go around call ourselves that.” Giggled Daphne.

“I suppose not, but it’ll have to do for the time being.”

“And next you’ll be saying we need our own Common room?” Pansy jokingly  suggested, watching with a smile as the blond girl kept twirling.

"Hmm..." Luna hummed, leaning backwards to look at some of her fellow housemates as they passed, all of whom waved at her, having grown used to the girl's odd behavior.

“Pansy, have you been asking the Dream Weevils what I've been up to?” Luna asked, straightening back up into a pirouetted stance.

"The dream wha-" Pansy began, but before she could continue, something furry dashed past her legs and out towards the courtyards. Pansy could have sworn it had been J.P. though horned monkeys horn was at least 3 inches longer than she had remembered. She’d watched as the shape dashed around several students before running into a very startled Professor Flitwick. The smaller man stumbled and waved his arms in confusion as the monkey squirreled up and over his front and shoulders, before springing off with excited chatters after having both spotted his and Pansy's favorite brunette.

Seeing what had excited the monkey, both Pansy and Luna rushed over to greet their girlfriends, while the Gryffindors girl were having a conversation with Neville.

“That sounds really awful Hermione…” Pansy heard Neville say, the boy's face twisting as he looked at the monkey in Hermione’s arms.

“I suppose it is rather unpleasant to see, one wouldn’t expert something so small to be so terrifying.” Said the brunette.

“You know they say, the smallest creature is often the most terrifying. Like when the Roaring Dung Beetle comes out of its shell to mate.” Luna said, suddenly at Ginny's side.

"The what?" Neville asked in confusion, still not used to Luna's references.

"The Roaring Dung Beetle, they're only about the size of a peanut, but they roll up giant balls of roaring animals ex-"

“We were wondering what had happened to you!” Ginny interrupted, kissing the side of Luna’s head. “Now I see you’ve brought company. You all look brilliant by the way.”

“As do you, my sweet Ginny.” Said Luna, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist and making herself comfortable against her.  
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. All rights belong to JK Rowling. I only own Sheridan, Lillianne, and the creatures Sheridan works with. I of course my friend Sam she always helps me with my writing, and I thank my beautiful and loving girlfriend Carissa who keeps me motivated with ideas.

note- Sorry... another Long chapter so had to do it in parts -.-
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