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Yes, once again, the sheer amount of reviews I received in such a short amount of time prompted me to update this once more.
Yes, this is a MUCH more exciting chapter. I hope you all enjoy!!
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--- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS GUYS!!!
Oh, P.S. : Just so everybody knows, I didn't seem to mention at all how old Harry and Hermione are. Also, I didn't mention their Wedding date so here it is.
Harry and Hermione are both 19, two years fresh out of Hogwarts. Harry is older than Hermione by a month and a half {July 31 and September 19}, his birthday is now before hers. I know that in the books Hermione is older, but I'm changing it. Everyone else is the same age as they would normally be, and Serenity is 19 {September 26} and Li is 25.
As for the Wedding date, they were married on September 28. So the Halloween incident was a month after their wedding, but i mentioned that already.
Ok, I just wanted to clear that up, because I know how annoying it is if details like this aren't usually answered! I for one cant stand not knowing their ages and stuff. Sorry I never really mentioned it...
Now on with the story...
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Chapter Thirteen : Christmas in Ravenclaw!
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Unknown to them, the King and Queen stood watching them from a balcony off of the study. Queen Lily sighed happily as she watched her son.
"They seem to be getting along much better, huh?" asked King James. Lily looked up at her husband and smiled. She nodded as he wrapped his arm lovingly around her waist.
"Don't go thinking you're off the hook now! I still am upset at you for this wedding. Just keep that in mind." Lily told her husband. James looked at her incredulously.
"You mean to tell me that you're still mad at me?" he asked. Lily just smiled as she pulled away from him. She kissed him softly on the cheek before she turned to leave the study. James quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, causing her to fall into his chest. He held her tightly as she looked up at him. She glared up at him as he gave her a suave, boyish look.
"I love you, Lily Evans Potter." he said genuinely. Lily couldn't help but smile.
"I love you too, James Potter!" she said, before he leaned down, capturing her lips with his.
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They had just entered the first week of December when news of fresh attacks surfaced. This had been the first attack since mid-September and King James was working his best to aid in security to all three Kingdoms. Harry, too, was assisting his father. Constantly at his father's side, Harry didn't seem to know just how much of a help he really was.
Harry's tactics seemed amazing. He held a knack in DefenseIntelligence, and proved useful during these times. He attended every meeting with a new sense of duty hanging over his head, and he listened intently to everything said, lending help and opinions whenever needed.
Hermione was nothing short of amazed at Harry's new dedication to his Kingdom. He'd grown since the night of Halloween in more ways than Hermione could expect. He seemed more responsible; no longer the careless teen who cared nothing for duty and responsibility, he was now becoming a man.
What was more of a relief, was that their friendship was back on a stable path. Harry and Hermione spent time together regularly, and barely fought, much to the Royal's relief, but unfortunately, there was a new foe in the castle; Ron. Ron and Hermione never seemed to get along for too long. Although, everyone knew the two were friends, their points of view were too opposite for the other to handle at times. Harry took strange pleasure in watching his two friends bicker, listening as they fought over meaningless points, as he himself was glad he wasn't on the receiving side of Hermione's attacks.
With the news of the attacks lately, it was no surprise that everyone had been on tight nerves. Fourteen muggle-born witches and wizards had been killed in Hufflepuff just a few days before, and news of swift attacks were surfacing all around the Kingdoms. Harry could tell that Hermione was worried for her parents. He tried to assure her that they were well protected, but that didn't stop her from worrying.
But Harry was suffering from worries of his own. There had now been attacks in both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and both attacks had resulted in deaths, but what was peculiar was that Gryffindor had not seen a single attack, at all! Not that Harry wasn't grateful, but this got him wondering, and left him on the edge of his seat. What did Malfoy have in store for the Scarlet Kingdom?
Harry now sat in his favorite seat beside his father, listening intently as a few dignitaries battled amongst themselves. He absent-mindedly rubbed the newly healed wound upon his chest and winced as it still felt tender. He sat there trying to come up with a solution to the security problems that the Kingdoms were encountering.
"If we do not keep a watchful eye upon the northern borders, we leave ourselves vulnerable. The school Durmstrang is to the north, and Merlin only knows how many Death Eaters wander it's halls." yelled a very red-faced man three seats away from Harry. The man he was aiming his opinions toward stood glaring.
"Yes, but also do not forget our Southern borders that prove to be weak as well. Just a few months ago King Richard of Ravenclaw was attacked while traveling to Gryffindor, along the border. If the attackers were able to attack so near to Gryffindor once, I'm sure they can do it again!" countered the other. Harry watched the two fume. Suddenly his chest began to hurt as well as his head. Harry, deciding he had had enough for one evening, stood to leave.
"If you'll excuse me gentlemen, I'm afraid this is where I must leave you." he said politely. The other men in the room looked to the Prince and nodded, seeing the pain in his eyes. Harry's chest began to burn as he bowed his head in respect to the others. He then turned to his father who sat beside him. "'Good night, father. Forgive my interupption."
James shook his head as he stood up. He placed a kind hand upon his shoulder and smiled. "Do not worry about it, son. Just make sure you get plenty of rest."
Harry nodded and left the conference room. As he shut the door behind him he could hear his father trying to put peace between the feuding men.
"Gentlemen, Gentlemen, please. Let us discuss this-" Harry heard as he shut the doors tightly behind him. He sighed, trying to block out the pain from his splitting head. He made his way down the long corridor before turning to see a pair of familiar smiling chocolate brown eyes. He stumbled back for a moment before smiling.
"Hey Hermione." he said softly. She smiled back up at him as her eyes gave away her excitement. Upon her shoulder sat Harry's beloved owl Hedwig, and in her hand was a neatly folded scroll. "Hi Hedwig."
"I hope you don't mind me borrowing her, Harry, but she was the only owl willing to travel at the moment." Harry let out a soft chuckle before wincing as his chest seared in white hot pain. Harry hissed as he placed his hand gently atop his wound again, placing another hand upon Hermione's shoulder for support. Hermione quickly dropped her cheerful smile as she replaced it with a look of worry.
"Harry! Are you ok?" she said as she placed her hand upon his chest, wanting to examine his wound. Harry smiled and nodded. He stood up straight again as the pain subsided.
"Yes, I'm fine, the wound is just still sore." he told her. Still she looked unconvinced. Harry decided to avert her attention to something else. "Hey, what's that?" he asked, indicating to the forgotten scroll in her hands. Hermione looked down and smiled slightly.
"Oh, this. Yes, umm... well it seems that my parents have invited us to spend the Christmas holidays with them in Ravenclaw. Queen Lily said that the decision was up to you, depending on how you are feeling, that is." she said softly. Harry smiled and touched her shoulder.
"Sure Hermione, let's go." he told her. Hermione looked up at him with sparkling eyes. Her smile was genuine and bright.
"Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?" she asked, a little skeptical now.
"Yes, Hermione. I'll be alright, don't worry." he assured her. "Let's go to Ravenclaw, it'll be nice to spend Christmas there!" Hermione smiled and reached to kiss his cheek.
"Thanks Harry!!" she exclaimed. Harry grinned as he and Hermione made there way back to their room, Hermione all the while explaining to Harry all of the wonders of her Kingdom. They decided that they would inform the others of their little trip in the morning, seeing as Harry wasn't feeling too well at the moment.
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The next morning, Harry and Hermione told their families their intent of spending the upcoming holidays in the neighboring Kingdom. Kind James graciously declined, explaining his need to remain in the Kingdom for diplomatic purposes, while Queen Lily smiled at the invitation.
"Would you like to accompany us, Mother?" asked Harry. Queen Lily nodded and smiled.
"I'd love to, dear. If that is ok with your father." The Queen looked over to her husband at the head of the table. He looked up at her and nodded.
"Why, yes! Of course!" he told her happily. "Please enjoy yourselves, but Harry, if you could please talk to King Richard concerning the new security details, that would be greatly appreciated!" he told his son. Harry nodded obediently as she stood tall for his father. King James couldn't help but feel pride at seeing his son before him, all grown and mature. He had Hermione to thank for that. Had it not been for she lately, he was sure his son would still be his old duty-free self, and not bother with politics. Yes, he owed the Princess more than he could ever give for what she had done to his son!
"Why Harry dear," came the sweet motherly voice of Mrs. Weasley behind him. Harry turned and smiled. "Would you mind if Arthur, the kids and I traveled with you until we reach Ravenclaw? We would like to visit Bill and Charlie as well."
"Of course, Mrs. Weasley!" he exclaimed. "You needn't ask!" Mrs. Weasley smiled and hugged the prince before her tenderly. Harry chuckled as Ron gave a nauseating look behind his mother.
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As the days rolled by, Harry's chest seemed to recover slowly from the pain. He stilled suffered from soreness and bruising, but other than that he seemed to be healing up just fine.
Harry took great pleasure in watching Hermione prepare for their trip. He chuckled as he informed her that they weren't leaving for another two and a half weeks, but that wouldn't stop Hermione any. Harry smiled as he thought of how the trip would turn out as he was slightly nervous. Sure he had met Hermione's parents, and knew them quite well, as the visited every so often, but it wasn't her parents he was nervous about. It seemed the idea of being presented before her entire court that unnerved him. There was no doubt that they all knew of his feelings for the dark Ravenclaw, as it had become news soon after the proclamation of the marriage. It became a whispered ghost throughout every noble household, as everybody knew why Sir Wu Chang agreed to depart to the Loyal lands. Due to this, Harry had become very uneasy.
He watched, late at night, as Hermione would run around their room, searching for different things she had wanted to take with her. She had gone out shopping with Ginny earlier today in one of Gryffindor's best marketplaces and had purchased a number of small baubles and trinkets as gifts for her friends and family. Harry smiled as he watched her, slightly amused at her over-whelmed excitement. 'Poor Hermione, she must be really homesick.' he thought sadly.
He wondered what it was gonna be like, going to her Kingdom. Surely he had been there before, but never stayed long. If he did stay a few days, he would always wander the cities and towns, curious at their customs and lifestyles. They were so different from Gryffindor, where Gryffindor was a busy, loud, energetic Kingdom; Ravenclaw was more of a composed, serene Kingdom. They were more into education, whether it be educating the self and broadening one's intelligence, or studying continuously for the upcoming school year and such. While Gryffindor harbored training halls, armories, and death-defying activities, Ravenclaw possessed quiet reading halls, libraries, and Chess matches.
Harry smiled as he remembered a few of the Ravenclaw's that he had met that had attended the wedding a few months back. One in particlar that stood out in his mind was the young, and slightly eccentric, Lady Luna Lovegood. He chuckled softly as he pictured Ron's face that night, as he was stalked by the wide-eyed wonder. She amused Harry, though Harry didn't understand why exactly, but she just did.
"Yo, Hermione." he called out as he laid in bed, watching her unpack all of her purchases as she proceeded to show Harry her gifts. She looked up, curious, as he smiled. "What do you think of Luna Lovegood?" Immediately, Hermione made a face, before raising an eyebrow.
"Luna? Why?" she asked.
"Just wondering, I mean, she seems a little... bizarre, in my opinion." he told his wife. "But she does seem to fancy Ron something awful." added Harry on a side note. Hermione giggled as she remembered the wedding. She nodded as she thought back on the young lady.
"Yes, bizarre would be a good word to describe her, along with weird, peculiar, unconventional, strangely odd, unusual-"
"I get it, I get it, Hermione!!" Harry said as he put his arms up to stop her. She looked at him for a moment a laughed. She sat down upon the corner of the bed as Harry gave her a goofy lopsided grin.
"But poor Ron. Is that why he is dreading the trip? Because of Luna?" asked Hermione. Harry just smiled, a knowing look in his eye. "Oh honestly!" she exclaimed with a soft giggle.
"Hey, do you blame the bloke? That girl chased him the entire time during our wedding reception!! Serenity couldn't contain her laughter that night as Luna forced him to dance!" Harry said. "I mean, she even coaxed a hearty laugh out of Li!" Hermione smiled as she thought back upon that night.
"Yeah, and what is up with Li? I mean, he seems so.... unsocial." asked Hermione. Harry nodded with a chuckle.
"Eh, that is just the role of the Guardian. Now, when you get the know Li, he's totally different, but he takes his role as Serenity's protector to heart - and that is why he is so serious all the time. He doesn't want his emotions to weaken his ability to protect her." Harry told her.
"Oh you mean, he doesn't show his emotions because he loves Serenity? I don't understand." Hermione stated. Normally, she never had problems with comprehension, but the world of the elves was so new to her, since she never was able to learn much about them. Harry sighed.
"You see, as the Guardian of Serenity, the future Queen of the High Elves, Li is under a great mount of responsibility. He masks his emotions so that enemies cant pin-point weaknesses. The man never lets his guard down around a large group of people, and a select few have ever seen his protective shield go down, me included. He had dedicated his life to protecting Serenity, and the fact that he loves Serenity doesn't help his emotions any." he said with a sigh.
"What do you mean?"
"It is forbidden for a Guardian to and a Royal to fall in love. A romance like that could lead to dangerous outcomes!! If one loves the other, then that could lead to the opposition's advantage. Serenity and Li are forbidden to love each other, but have fallen too far in love to control it now. Li tried his best to deny Serenity his love, in hopes of her moving on, but that just made matters worse, and Serenity's love grow." Harry sighed. "Those were hard times. Serenity was constantly upset, either angry with the law or saddened by her ban from Li. They even tried to denounce Li of his post, but Serenity wouldn't allow it. Now, Serenity is fighting for the law to be amended, but that is proving to be harder than we've planned. Even Sirius has had his fair share of arguments with the Prime Minister. He and the Prime Minister aren't even talking at this point." finished Harry. Hermione just stared as she took in all of the information.
"Poor Serenity," sighed Hermione. "She doesn't deserve that." Harry nodded.
"And I thought our love-lives were messed up? Ha!" he joked. Hermione laughed and threw a pillow at Harry. Harry, caught off-guard, was hit in the face. Hermione yelped as he retaliated by chucking the largest pillow he could find right at her face as well. The two laughed as they continued to throw odd things at each other, including stuffed animals, clothes, etc. Finally Harry had leapt from beneath his covers as he chased Hermione across the room. She had just sent a wad of freshly folded socks his way before he dove at her, encircling her around the waist, and pinning her to the bed - his body pressing her down so she couldn't move.
Hermione's breath caught as she looked up at Harry. His cocky smirk played across his lips as his bangs hung low, almost touching her forehead, eyes twinkling. His eyes stared deep into hers as she felt his hand move. At first, Harry's left arm had been around her waist and his right arm on her hip, but suddenly Hermione began to feel his right hand make its way up her side.
"H-Harry?" she managed to choke out. He continued to smirk at her as his hand made it's way up to the side of her breast. Her eyes widened considerably, before she felt it beginning to travel back down to her hip slowly, all the while Harry's smirk never left his features.
"You shouldn't have done that Hermione." he whispered huskily into her ear. Shivers went down her spine as she found breathing difficult. She could feel the heat rising in her body, as his touch burned her, and her cheeks inflamed. 'What is he doing?'
"Done ... w-what?" she asked. Harry smirk grew as he looked down at her. He liked the effect he was receiving from her, and that he could have such control over her. 'If only she knew what was coming next...'
"Throw that pillow at me. It hurt." he whispered again. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment as he spoke. His hand settled upon her flat stomach, fingers sprawled, as they stretched to her side. Suddenly, Hermione felt a spark of courage, and she felt bold.
"And... and what are you ... going to.. do about it?" she whispered back. Ok, so she felt bold, but she suddenly lost her edge as his hand pressed into her stomach gently, his fingernails lightly grazing her side. Harry raised an eyebrow at her. Her breathing quickened as he lowered his mouth to her ear. She could feel his breath tickle her ear as she inhaled his scent. Her mouth went dry as he pressed his body against her gently. Her mind was reeling. Again her senses were on overdrive - just like the day of her wedding. His touch burned her, his breath tickled her, his scent intoxicated her, his look teased her, and his voice did things to her...
"Do you really want to know, Hermione?" came his reply. Hermione's heart skipped a beat. 'He wasn't going to.... ? Was he? Here? Now?' Her mind continued to race as her voice refused to work. She could sense him smirk as he pressed against her. Then, suddenly, her eyes widened as he did something she never expected - Harry began to nibble her earlobe. She gasped in surprise and she could feel him smiling against her. He let her earlobe go as he softly kissed her neck below her ear.
"H-Harry?" she yelped, her insides leaping in surprise.
"Hmm...you're gonna pay Hermione." And suddenly she gasped as Harry did the unthinkable - he tickled her! Hermione squealed in laughter as Harry's forgotten right hand began to tickle her sides. His left hand, still wrapped around her waist, held her tightly to him and pinned her down so that her squirming was reduced to nothing as he rained torture upon her. She laughed as she tried to free herself from his grasp, as Harry's smirk never left his face.
"Harry - Harry! Stop!!" she exclaimed. Finally Harry relinquished his attack on the poor Ravenclaw Princess, as she pulled his hand away. Her stomach was doing flips and her breath was labored. Harry smiled at her in triumph as he adored how her cheeks were both flushed and red from the attack. "Now, get OFF!"
Harry chuckled as Hermione playfully pushed him off of her. A part of her was slightly disappointed at his choice of torture, while another part was glad all the same. Harry rolled over and laid on his back. He sent a smile at Hermione, and she giggled at him. They laid there for a few moments as they caught their breath, and Hermione's eyes were beginning to feel heavy with sleep.
Harry grunted as he pulled himself from the bed. He pulled his shirt off, commenting on how hot the room suddenly became, and made his way over to the connecting bathroom. Hermione too sat up, and watched him disappear behind the large bathroom door. Sighing, she threw herself back onto the bed as she placed her hand gently atop her stomach. Her insides flipped repeatedly as a tickled sensation swept her lower abdomen. She blushed at the reaction she was having to Harry's touch and slowly reached a hand up to touch her ear. Her fingers lowered themselves to the spot where Harry had kissed her and her stomach flipped again. She let out a frustrated groan as she got out of the bed. 'Who am i fooling? Harry was just playing around with me!' she thought. 'He was just trying to ... torture me.'
Hermione sighed heavily as she began to pick up the discarded items across the floor and upon the bed. She placed the pillows back upon the bed the way she knew Harry liked them, and proceeded to pack her purchases, all the while replaying the last event in her head.
Unknown to her, behind the bathroom door, a certain raven-haired emerald-eyed prince was doing the same. Harry reached over and turned the shower on, adjusting it to the right temperature.
"Dammit Hermione," he whispered to himself as he stepped into a bleak cold shower.
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Finally, after what seemed like forever to Hermione, the week of Christmas had arrived. During this time, the Gryffindor Castle was bustling. Green, Scarlet and Gold decorations donned the Castle and the halls were warm and inviting. Garland wrapped itself welcomingly around every banister in the Castle, and countless trees had been cut down and dragged in, and placed everywhere. Carols were heard playing everywhere one stepped, as nymphs sang happily in the garland and trees.
Harry looked around his Castle fondly as he descended the Grand Staircase of the Welcoming Hall. He sort of hated leaving Gryffindor during Christmas, since he enjoyed the feel of the Castle during this time of year, but he knew how much it meant to Hermione, and because of that, he too was kind of excited. As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he smiled at his wife as she checked all of their belongings and such. She was bustling around the large hall circling the many bags that had been brought down and were awaiting to be put in a carriage.
"Hey Hermione," he said casually, "what are all these bags for? We are only going for a week, you do know that right?" Hermione giggled as she looked up at Harry.
"These aren't all our Harry. They are also the Weasley's!" Harry nodded in understanding, muttering a soft 'ahh'.
"Your Highnesses, the carriages are ready and waiting." came the voice of one of the servants. Harry nodded and looked down at his wife.
"You ready?" he asked her. She nodded excitedly as they both turned and made there way toward the Dining Hall. They both called the Queen and the Weasleys and within minutes, everyone was ready and set, bundled in their traveling cloaks, scarves and other attire. The luggage was already taken care of when the Royals were ready to leave.
As the large Welcoming Doors were opened, a flurry of snow swept in as chill air engulfed them. Harry put his arm around Hermione as she dug her face into her scarf around her neck. Ron, Ginny and the twins rode with Harry and Hermione as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rode with the Queen. King James stood at the top of the staircase as he saw them off, smiling and waving, and praying silently for his family's well-being.
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It was nearing mid-morning when the coachman announced that they had just entered Ravenclaw Kingdom. Harry looked down at Hermione, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder soundly, and smiled. He debated waking her up, but decided against it and let her sleep. Ginny, who was now sitting beside a loudly-snoring Ron, who had his face pressed awkwardly against the side of the carriage, smiled as she saw the smile upon Harry's face. Harry raised an eyebrow at her when she sighed softly and smiled.
"What?" he asked. Ginny just shook her head and looked out the window, continuing to smile. "What Ginny? What is it?"
"It's nothing, just..." she looked back at Harry. "Just that, Serenity was right."
"Huh?" said Harry dumbly. Ginny giggled and explained.
"Serenity said that the two of you would get along alright, after given some time that is." said Ginny. "She had complete faith that the two of you would fall in love in no time!" Harry blushed when he heard this. Stuttering horribly, he tried to deny it.
"Wh-what? She...that is... Hermione and I aren't...ah fa-falling in love! We are just simply ... getting along." he stumbled. Ginny smiled and nodded, although the look in her eye said otherwise.
"Ok Harry." she said simply. Harry continued to gawk at her, defending himself, denying have fallen in love with her. Ginny shook her head as she punched Ron in the shoulder, causing him to slide off of the cushioned seat and land on the floor with a thud. Ginny laughed and Harry smiled, despite his obvious embarrassment, at the look on Ron's face.
"What was that for?" he yelled. He shot a look at Ginny as he rubbed his bruised shoulder. Ginny shrugged.
"You were snoring, and it was starting to really bother me, so I hit you." she stated casually before turning her head to look out of the window. Ron made to argue but suddenly the voice of the coachman rang through the carriage.
"Sire, Welcome to Ravenclaw Palace!" Harry looked out the window as they approached the large steel gate to the Palace. Hermione decided to awaken at that moment and rubbed her cheek against Harry's shoulder sleepily.
"Harry," she called, her voice still heavy with sleep. Harry smiled down upon her as she looked up at him. "Are we there yet?"
"Yes Hermione. We are here."
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When the carriages had finally reached the Welcoming Courtyard, they were greeted happily by a large mass of courtiers and others.. The King and Queen stood at the bottom of the stairs, awaiting their daughters arrival anxiously. Beside them stood Bill and Charlie Weasley, who had been asked to meet their parents by surprise, by request of Queen Lily.
After they had been greeted and introduced, the traveling Royals were taken into the Palace for breakfast and rest.
"So, Lily, how was the trip?" asked Queen Charlotte. Lily smiled as she began to converse with her friend. Mrs. Weasley, who had been so moved by the welcoming of her two sons, was now sitting smack-dab in the middle of her two boys and still wiping tears from her eyes as they told her of their lives in Ravenclaw. Fluer, who had already been introduced to the family and Potters, was now sitting sophisticatedly beside her fiance. Ron would steal quick glances a her, afterwards receiving a smack by Ginny as he did this. Harry smiled at his friend as he knew he was secretly glad Looney Lovegood, as he so insisted on calling the blonde Ravenclaw, wasn't there. He continued to eat his breakfast in relative silence, beside the constant small-talk he and the King would break out in, when he suddenly felt a soft hand place itself atop his. He looked over at Hermione, who was beside him, and smiled at her beaming expression. She leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear.
"Come on, I want to show you the Palace before tonight." she said. Harry nodded and the two excused themselves. King Richard smiled and the two Queens beamed as they watched the two exit the Dining Hall. Ron continued to sit there, totally engulfed in his loaded plate, unfazed at all at the disappearance of his best friend.
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Hermione dragged Harry over to the Welcoming Hall once more as she decided to start from the front of the Palace and work her way back. Harry smiled as he took in the foreign Palace. It's splendor almost rivaled that of Gryffindor, almost. It too was decorated extravagantly with garland, tinsel, and countless Christmas trees. Like Gryffindor Castle, Ravenclaw too had a large 14-foot Christmas tree set directly in the center of the Welcoming Hall. Although, unlike his own proud home, this Kingdom decorated around the colors navy and silver. Still, it was amazing.
Hermione took Harry around the entire Palace, showing him all of its glory as Harry had done with her. Although, for them, their time was short, due to the upcoming Christmas Ball that was to be held in the Great Hall of the Palace at dusk.
When Hermione reached the second floor of the Palace, he was amused to watch his intelligent Princess skip along, all the while looking up above her head, as she randomly took a few steps to the left, then to the right, diagonal, then a few steps back. Harry stared at her with an eyebrow raised.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" he asked her. Hermione looked over at him and giggled. She pointed up and Harry laughed. Mistletoe. "So am I to be frightened by this mistletoe, dearest Hermione?" Again Hermione giggled as he explained to Harry her unusual behavior.
"No, Harry." she said in amusement. "But this mistletoe is enchanted. Once it traps two unsuspecting victims in it's path, you are stuck. Compliments of a little Maddie McKenzie."
"What do you mean trapped?" asked Harry as he too began avoiding the small tufts of leaves and white berries that hung up above.
"Well," she started. "There is this little girl, Maddie. She is my uncle's little girl who comes to stay with us every Christmas and is exceptionally talented in the work of charms. Well, anyways, she finds it entertaining to bewitch the mistletoe every year so that once a couple is caught under the mistletoe unsuspectedly, a shielding charm goes up, thus trapping the two within its walls until they both do what the mistletoe is traditioned to do - Kiss." Harry looked over at Hermione, was was now standing at the opposite end of the Hall. She had a small smile upon her lips as she decided the opposite end of the hall was safer than beside Harry.
"And so you do this every year?" he asked. Just then, two serving maids and a young serving boy rounded the corner as they too began to avoid the dreaded plant. Harry laughed as the serving boy began following the one girl, in hopes of receiving a kiss.
"Yep. This is Maddie's favorite hall, so she always bewitches it with her spell. I have tried everything to block the spell, but nothing works." said Hermione in aggravation. "I have no idea what that girl says to bewitch the plants, but it cant be broken."
"I've gotta meet this little one. Sounds like a true Marauder." Harry muttered softly, a smirk playing upon his lips. "So, have you ever been trapped under the mistletoe, Hermione?" Hermione stopped, as she blushed furiously. Harry noticed this as stopped as well. He turned to her with an eyebrow raised. "Well?"
Hermione mumbled a small yes as she quickly continued down the hall. Harry stared after her for a moment, surprised at how unsettled it made him feel, but quickly suppressed his feelings as he followed Hermione down the hall. Finally the two rounded the next corner and were happy to learn they had passed out of danger. Hermione continued to show Harry around until mid-afternoon.
Leading Harry out into the sun-filled courtyard, Hermione tightened her scarf around her neck as she cuddled up closer to Harry for warmth. She took him over the large bridge that arched over the now frozen river and into the snow-covered gardens. As the walked, talking and enjoying the other's company, a voice was heard from behind.
"Hermione!" it called. Both Harry and Hermione turned to see a brown-haired, blue-eyed young man running toward her. Hermione smiled softly as Harry regarded him casually. He knew this courtier, he had gone to school with him. Terry Boot.
"Hi Terry." greeted Hermione. He smiled dashingly as he reached the couple. He panted slightly as he had just ran up to them. He mumbled a soft 'Hello' as he smiled down at her. Harry noticed the small blush upon her cheeks, and suddenly a sense of angered annoyance began to build up in the pit of his stomach. Terry then turned to Harry and greeted him as well. He regarded the man before him sourly, though his features never once gave away his emotions.
"How have you been Hermione?" Terry asked softly. Hermione smiled as he answered his question. "That is good. Sorry I couldn't make it to the wedding, but I wanted to congratulate you."
"Thank you Terry." she said softly. She smiled at him kindly, her eyes sparkling a bit as she looked up at him.
"I heard you were coming today so I went out and got you something." Suddenly, Harry's anger flared and Harry couldn't contain his urges to wring the young man's neck. He watched as Terry pulled out a beautiful red rosebud from beneath his cloak. As he handed it over to Hermione he smiled.
"A beautiful rose for a more beautiful Lady." he said smoothly. Suddenly as Hermione took the rose, it began to bloom, until it became a beautiful opened rose. Hermione giggled as the magic sparks that had swirled around the rose slowly disappeared.
"Thank you Terry, it's beautiful." Harry stopped at her words and looked down at her. She had this child-like grin on her face, and Terry seemed to be exceptionally happy with himself. Harry growled internally as his hand suddenly wrapped itself around Hermione's waist protectively, and possessively. 'That is my Wife you twit! Stay away from her!' he thought. Hermione looked up at him in surprise. She could see the glint in his eyes but didn't understand them fully.
Harry tightened his grip around her as he looked down at Hermione.
"It is time to go back inside, Hermione." he told her. She gave him a look, but he continued to regard her strangely.
"No, Harry. Let's stay out a little longer." she said. Harry looked up to Terry before shaking his head.
"No, we cant. We better get ready for the ball tonight. It is already reaching late-afternoon. Come Hermione, it is best we go." He pulled slightly on her waist as he tried to get her to turn with him. At first she didn't, but soon gave into him, agreeing that it was late. She turned to Terry, who looked put-out, much to Harry's glee, and said her good-byes.
"I'll see you tonight then?" she asked sweetly. Terry nodded and smiled again. Harry pulled Hermione closer to him as she got the hint and turned to walk back to the Palace. Once they were near the Palace doors, Hermione turned to Harry, her expression slightly peeved.
"What was that all about, Harry?" she asked. Harry chose to ignore her as he led her into the warmth of her old home. When they were inside Harry turned to her.
"So Hermione," he asked casually, removing his scarf from around his neck, "who was it that you were caught under the mistletoe with?" Hermione blushed and it was her turn to ignore his questions.
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Later on that night, as the ball progressed, Harry sat near the King, discussing security tactics and other political subjects concerning the joined Kingdoms. He had danced with Hermione once since the start of the night, still slightly upset at their encounter earlier. He stole a few quick glances at her over at a table with Ginny and a few other courtiers. She seemed to be in good spirits, as long as she wasn't looking at Harry. Yes, she too was angry with him.
After a while, a soft song began to play, and Harry's anger flared once more as he noticed a certain brown-haired young man make his way towards his wife. Before Harry could react, Hermione had graciously agreed to a dance with the Ravenclaw Lord, and was currently twirling across the dance floor. With the anger rising in his face, he turned his attention over to Ron, who sat nearby, doing his best to avoid a certain Lady.
"Son, is there anything wrong?" asked the King. Harry looked over at the King and shook his head before turning his attention back to his wife.
"No Sire." he said. "Just thinking." Harry didn't notice the King smile and lean back in his throne, pleased. Harry's sole attention was cast upon the Ravenclaw Princess and the unwelcomed intruder.
As the song slowed to a finish, Harry quickly rose to his feet and cut his way across the floor, closing the gap between him and his wife. When he reached her, he gently tapped Terry's shoulder to gain attention.
"Excuse me, but would you mind if I cut in?" he asked politely. He could see the reluctancy on both of their faces, and Harry's anger flared again at seeing Hermione's expression. "Please, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to dance a dance with my wife." he added, accentuating slightly on 'wife'. He knew that hit Terry pretty hard as he stepped back and bowed.
"Of course, Sire." he said. He gently placed Hermione's hand into Harry's as he stepped back again. Harry thanked him half-heartedly as he whisked the Princess away. All the while, Hermione shot Harry deadly glances, letting him know she was furious.
"Harry!" she hissed. "That was unnecessary!" Harry looked down at her and glared.
"I don't care, I don't want you dancing with him!" he retorted, Hermione glared at him.
"What? You cant tell me who I can and cannot dance with Harry! I don't care what you say, I don't have to adhere to you!" she yelled.
"Listen Hermione, whether you like it or not, you are my wife and-" Harry started, but was cut off as Hermione shoved at his chest. Harry hissed in pain as she hit the wound upon his chest. For a moment, fear shot through her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a look of annoyance and anger. Without saying another word, she gathered her skirts and made for the exit. Harry followed her as she pushed past the two large Hall doors.
Hermione continued to make her way across the Palace, as Harry followed behind her, calling her name.
"Harry, just go away!" she screamed behind her. Her voice seemed calm, but there was a deathly tone to it as well. Harry sped up to her and grabbed her arm, forcing her to look at him. She struggled to free herself from him, but he wouldn't give. "Harry, let go of me."
"No. Not until you agree to talk." Hermione stopped at looked at him questioningly. Harry sighed and ran his free hand through his still messy hair.
"Talk? About what?" she spat. Harry threw her a look of annoyance as he tried to word what he wanted to say.
"Listen, I don't want you talking to Terry Boot anymore, understood?" he told her. Hermione looked at him incredulously. She could feel her anger boiling over as she heard him.
"What?"
"You heard me!" retorted Harry.
"No! I am not listening to you! Give me one good reason to listen to you!" Harry looked down at her, as he fought with himself to come up with a logical answer. He didn't understand it himself. Why was he acting so crazy?
"Because... you are my wife!" he told her. Hermione stared at him before letting out a cold laugh.
"Your Wife? Listen Harry, I don't know about you, but I hardly call ourselves Husband and Wife!" she spat. Hearing these words voiced out loud pained her. She didn't quite understand exactly why she was upset at him, but she was.. very upset. " And besides, what is with all of this hypocracy?" she asked. Tears brimmed her eyes as she fought the urge to cry. Harry stared at her, for some reason her words hurt him
"What hypocracy?" Hermione let out a dull laugh.
"Why is it I am denied to talk to Terry, while you are still infatuated with Cho? Hmm?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. Harry was taken aback for a moment, unable to answer her question. "Heh! That is what I thought. Don't think I don't know of the letters you send Neville Longbottom every week concerning Cho! So what is the difference between Cho and Terry, Harry?"
Harry stood there, unable to give her a proper answer. He was stuck. He looked down into Hermione's eyes as he tried to sort his emotions out. What was going on? Hermione turned her gaze from him as she looked to the floor.
"Listen Harry, can I go now?" she asked softly. Harry let go of her as she pulled back. When she turned to leave, she suddenly found herself banging into a warm, soft barrier. Immediately, soft high voices began to sing.
"Mistletoe! Mistletoe!" Hermione groaned as she looked up. There above her was a large red bow, tied around a handful of mistletoe. Harry too looked up and the two of them blushed.
"Maddie!" Hermione exclaimed. She sighed as she tired again to break the shield. "Listen, I am not in the mood right now." she said warningly. "Now let down this shield immediately!"
Again she tried to walk straightbut the shield wouldn't give. "Sorry Princess, but the shield wont release until the tradition is fulfilled." sang the chorus of nymphs that resided in the plant. Hermione sighed and turned to Harry with a huff. They both looked away from each other as they faced the other. "Kiss, Kiss, Kiss, Kiss..." went the nymphs.
Hermione, although furious, blushed as she reached up and kissed his cheek. She took a few steps back, hoping the shield had gone down, but no such luck.
"Oh, Princess! He is your husband. Surely you can give him a better kiss than that." Both Royals blushed as deep as blood at the nymphs' remark. Hermione kept her gaze firmly plastered to the ground as she felt her tears beginning to break through. She didn't understand it, why was she so hurt by him? Harry, who sensed her tears, slowly took a step closer to her. He placed a finger under her chin, and raised her gaze to him. He was taken aback at the sight of her tears and felt his heart ache at her pain. She tried to turn away but Harry wouldn't allow it.
Suddenly, the look in his eyes changed, and Harry understood now, the confusion he was suffering from was clearing away now. He stepped in closer to Hermione, closing the small gap between their bodies. A strong hand wrapped around her waist as sensations that were still fresh in her mind returned to her. Without breaking eye contact, Harry lowered his head until his lips were mere inches form hers. He paused for a moment, as he tried to get his emotions in order. His mind was telling him to stop, but his body was moving on its own.
Why did her tears bother him so?
He felt Hermione's hands touch his abdomen, her touch awakening a million butterflies within his stomach. He continued to look down at Hermione, memories of a few weeks back flooding his memory. His breathing quickened and his head went fuzzy. Her scent was intoxicating, and the heat of her body was causing his blood to race. He looked into her eyes and felt butterflies again. Suddenly he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and slowly he allowed his body to take control as he tightened his grip around her waist. Sending her an adoring look, he smiled softly before closing his eyes and gently capturing her lips.
At first, the kiss was slow, chaste. He brushed his lips up against hers softly, shy and nervous. She still hadn't reacted, and Harry was starting to feel the lump of rejection forming in his gut, before suddenly, she began to kiss back. They stayed that way for a moment before Harry's courage boosted. He slowly ran his tongue against her bottom lip, earning a gasp from the Princess in his arms. He took that moment to slowly enter her. He explored her mouth lovingly as he pulled her closer. Her body was now flush against him, her hands plastered against his shoulders.
She was shy, Harry could tell. Harry smiled as he deepened the kiss, as Hermione moaned softly. She then decided to take action. She gently guided her hands up into Harry's hair as her fingers played with is soft strands. She pressed her chest against his as he held her close. Their mouths battled against each other as the passion grew and Hermione pulled herself as close as she could to the Prince.
She couldn't think; she didn't want to. She was afraid, afraid that if she allowed her mind to think her movements through, she may never feel the same sensations again. She clung tighter to him, surrendering to him, and all the while feeling fear that rejection stood near. But right now she surrendered... completely.
The kiss lasted a few extra moments before the two reluctantly separated due to lack of air. As Harry pulled away, his breathing was rapid and his eyes glazed over slightly. Hermione, too, sported the same look. Harry took a moment to look at her. His heart swelled at the look upon her face. Her lips were swollen slightly, which only added to her charm, and her eyes were half-closed, as she savored his taste. Finally, Hermione looked up and emerald orbs met chocolate swirls. It only took Harry and Hermione a matter of seconds to regain their breaths, before they pulled the other back into a more intense kiss.
This time there was no holding back. Hermione's mouth was open and waiting as she kissed him hard. She pressed her whole body to him as she felt she couldn't get any closer.
Suddenly Hermione gasped as she was pushed against the wall behind her, the mistletoe barrier long forgotten. Harry kissed her hard as he found both of her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. He pressed her hands against the wall above her head as he pressed his body into hers once more. Hermione let out a moan of pleasure as he did this, as she felt completely vulnerable to the man before her. She raised her legs so that they wrapped around Harry's waist, and Harry let go of her hands as he lowered one hand to hold caress her neck. She buried her hands into his hair once more as he deepened the kiss. She never wanted this moment to end. This was what she had been waiting for, although she didn't realize it until now. She had secretly ached for him, and finally that aching would stop.
Again, air became an issue, and both Royals were forced to separate. Their lips parted, and Harry leaned his forehead against Hermione's, eyes still closed in bliss. He had never felt like this before in his life. Never had he lost control of his body, it was strange. But then again, he had never felt such strong desires for a person before, either. Not even Cho had made him feel this way, and it confused him. Wasn't he supposed to have been in love with Cho?
It made him wonder... 'Where did these feelings for Hermione come from? Why?' his mind raced. 'What about Cho? I love her! I love Cho....right?'
As the two continued to catch their breath, neither noticed the exact position they had formed. Hermione was pinned tightly against the wall and Harry, her skirt pushed up around her waist and thighs as her legs were wrapped around him. Her hands dug into his ebony mane as he had one palm pressed against the wall, the other placed on her shoulder. Their breathing was labored and their skin had a light layer of sweat upon it.
Slowly, Harry opened his eyes as a deep blush coursed through him. Hermione, too, decided to open her eyes as she felt Harry move. She lowered her hands from his hair as she held his shoulders. Harry looked at her, unsure of what he was feeling again. He was so confused. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, but something didn't feel right....
Hermione could see the battle he was having behind his shadowed eyes. She understood, but it hurt again. 'Why is it every time I am around him, I hurt?' she wondered sadly. He continued to look at her, and she herself refused to break the gaze.
Then, all of a sudden, the silence was broken as voices swam through the air.... someone was coming! Quickly, Harry held Hermione's waist as she lowered her legs back to the ground, embarrassment written all over her face. She swiftly smoothed her skirt as she stood back up to face Harry. The two of them looked over to where the voices traveled from and awaited the owners to reveil themselves.
The voices sounded urgent and filled with worry. Harry strained his ears to catch their conversation when they suddenly rounded the corner. King Richard.
Not only was it the King, but also Queen Charlotte, Queen Lily, Remus, Mr. Weasley and three other Aurors. Harry quickly turned to his mother, who seemed in tears.
"Mother?" he asked, as the others looked between Harry and Hermione. Every expression was heavy, and the Queen herself was being comforted by Charlotte. Fear quickly began to build in the pit of his stomach as he looked to Hermione then back to the others. "What's happened?"
Queen Lily sniffed as King Richard placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He turned to Harry and sighed, his eyes pained.
"Harry, son," he started, his voice sorrowful but urgent. "I'm afraid I bring you bad news," he paused, "But Gryffindor has been attacked!"
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