And To All, A Good Night by turkishangora [Rated PG-13] (Part 1/5)
Celebrate the Season fic request for SvelteRose
Title: And To All, A Good Night
Author: turkishangora
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All of the characters and places belong to JKR, not me.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Jen and to Bethy for beta-ing! Thanks to SvelteRose for her awesome requirements, they were a lot of fun to work with! Happy Holidays, Svelte Rose (and everybody else as well) Enjoy!
Summary: Ron and Hermione think they know what they want, but it takes a full moon ritual on the eve of the winter solstice to make them see how wrong they are.
Author’s Note: This fic is AU to all the events in HBP, and is set in a fictitious sixth year. This story was originally going to be more serious, but ended up devolving into campy fluff.
This fic is for Svelte Rose. Svelte Rose requested:
Hermione/Draco
Ron/Pansy
No major OOC-ness
A frazzled Harry
Blaise being good and having a crush on Hermione
No Ginny-Sue
And To All, A Good Night
‘Twas December at Hogwarts - quite windy and cold
On the day when our story begins to unfold.
And should you care to know what will happen (to some)
I shall give a brief preview of what is to come:
Herm is with Ron (but that won’t last for long)
And Draco’s with Pansy (but that, too, is wrong)
Hot, sexy, Blaise is both love-struck and dazzled
While Harry is very forgetful and frazzled.
And because the mere mention of him makes me sick -
You-Know-Who does not show even once in this fic.
And I’m not sure exactly what “Ginny-Sue” means -
But Ginny is only in one or two scenes.
And so, gentle readers, please listen to me:
Go grab a warm blanket and a hot cup of tea
If you live where I live, then pretend that there’s snow
Are you in the mood yet? Okay, then. Let’s go!
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Hermione Granger pulled back the red velvet drapes and stared pensively out of the common room window in Gryffindor Tower. Snow was falling thickly around Hogwarts castle - so thickly, in fact, that not even the hardiest and most energetic of students wished to be outside romping around. Their two outdoor classes - Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology - had been cancelled for the few days remaining before winter holiday. That was the good news. The bad news was that Quidditch practices had been cancelled as well. Harry and Ron had fast become irritable, being cooped up inside with no way of venting their energy. Truth to tell, Hermione was not far behind them.
It was frustrating being stuck up in the tower. Despite the lateness of the hour - it was nearly one in the morning - she had decided to sneak down into the common room to get away from her roommates, Parvati and Lavender. They had been experimenting with cosmetic charms, and had been casting surreptitious glances at Hermione’s hair for several minutes before she realized that - out of sheer boredom - she was likely to let them charm her hair purple, or cut it up to her ears.
So it was good, really, that she was now down here by herself. But now that she was here, there was nothing to do exactly. Hermione wished that she had thought to bring some reading downstairs with her, and was contemplating Summoning one of her new books on Translating Transylvanian Dialects when -
“Wow. I didn’t expect to see you up at this hour,” said a warm, familiar voice.
Hermione started as soon as the voice began speaking, and she looked up in surprise to see Ron’s blue eyes staring fondly at her.
“Goodness, you startled me. I didn’t even hear any footsteps,” she said as she reached up to give him a welcoming hug. “And by the way, one could say the same about you.”
Ron shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep, and Harry was driving me mental. He was turning the whole bloody room upside down looking for one of his Quidditch boots.”
“Have you noticed that he’s seemed a bit… frazzled lately?” asked Hermione thoughtfully. She had thought he’d been acting strangely these last few days, constantly losing things and such. She supposed he was under a lot of stress.
Ron furrowed his brow. “Yeah, now you mention it.”
“Any ideas as to why? New love interest, maybe?” asked Hermione, only half-joking.
“Dunno,” said Ron. “But I’ll tell you something I do know. I do know that I’m not interested in talking about Harry’s love-life when my girlfriend is sitting on the couch in front of me and looking… really nice.” He smiled hopefully.
Hermione grimaced internally. Ron had many good qualities, but giving girls compliments was most definitely not one of them. Really nice - honestly! But then, she reminded herself, it’s not as though he has a lot to work with. She wasn’t exactly a veela.
Ron brought his hand tentatively up to her face and let it linger for a moment. He leaned slowly toward her and kissed her. Soft. Unhurried. Sweet. Hermione relaxed into the kiss and let the soothing, gentle nature of it wash over her. It was all very romantic, or at least until her uncontrollable hair fell out of its messy bun and flopped forward into Ron’s face. He batted it away and she giggled.
“Sorry,” she said, still laughing.
He smiled and squeezed her hand lightly. “I probably should try to save up my energy for Saturday, anyway. We’re still on for that, right?”
Hermione groaned inwardly. She couldn’t believe she’d let herself be talked into this! A week or so ago, Ron had mentioned an old wizarding legend. According to him, midnight at the Winter solstice was supposed to be an especially lucky time to cement a relationship. Hermione had checked a couple of books out of the library and found that yes, if one wanted to strengthen an amorous relationship, one had only to stand outside under the light of the full moon on the Winter solstice. Of course, the solstice did not often fall on a full moon - but this year it did. They wouldn’t get another chance for quite some time. According to the book, the magic sort of…well, forced you to kiss.
Normally, Hermione did not enjoy being forced to do anything, but it wasn’t as though she didn’t kiss Ron on a fairly regular basis, anyway. It actually sounded rather neat. Dangerous, though, as it would involve breaking several school rules to sneak outside. Harry had already agreed to lend them his Invisibility Cloak, but there were any number of ways that they could still be caught. The reason she’d agreed - the only reason - was that she was so very bored. As much as she fussed about sneaking out with Harry and Ron, she secretly did get a thrill from going on nighttime adventures. This would be sort of like that - except, of course, that Harry would not be coming. And speaking of Harry:
An extremely rumpled-looking Harry came down the stairs, eyes darting frantically all around the room. “Sorry to bother you, but has either of you seen my Quidditch boot?” he asked.
Hermione was perplexed. “Harry, there aren’t going to be any Quidditch practices for at least a few weeks.”
“Yeah, I know, but it’s been missing for a few hours and I just can’t seem to calm down about it. I mean, it’s like, things are just disappearing suddenly.”
Ron stood up and sighed. “Come on, mate. I’ll help you look for it.” He winked at Hermione, who blew him a kiss in return and he headed up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory with a very, very frazzled Harry.
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“So are we still on for Saturday night, then?” Pansy Parkinson asked her boyfriend of two months, Draco Malfoy.
“On for…?” He shook his head in confusion. Then it dawned on him. “Oh. Right. That ritual you wanted to do.”
“Well, nobody’s forcing you,” she snapped. “You said it sounded like a good idea.”
Draco glanced up at her irritably. Pansy had been so testy lately. “It’s fine. I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it.”
“Well, you’re not exactly known for keeping your word,” she said. “You’re always telling me we’ll do things, and then you always manage to get out of doing them at the last second.”
“What times would those be?” asked Draco, honestly bewildered.
She glared at him venomously. “Draco - I just asked you a simple question and I expect a reply in either the affirmative or the negative. Are. We. Still. On. For. Saturday. Night.” She spoke each word as if asking the question to a person who was both immensely stupid and had hearing difficulties as well. Draco, falling into neither of those two categories, was affronted. Affronted, but quite willing to give in if it meant not having to listen to her whinging at him for things he’d never even done.
“Sure,” he said. “Whatever. See you then.”
And to his great consternation, Pansy threw him a seething glare and stalked off in the direction of her dormitory.
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It was all Draco’s fault. Pansy had mulled it over constantly. She had spent entire nights laying awake thinking of nothing else but their new relationship and had at last arrived at this conclusion: It was all Draco’s fault. It had to be.
Even now, as she settled herself into her bed and pulled the thick, green velvet drapes around her, she was thinking it. But her arguments lacked conviction, and she knew it. Pansy sighed and scrunched her face into her pillow.
Pansy had been so delighted when four years of dedicated purity and loyalty had resulted in Draco asking her to be his girlfriend. It had been awfully hard work, snaring Draco. He was, after all, THE Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy’s son. Her parents had been thrilled, her friends had been awestruck, and Draco was all the things she’d guessed he would be - funny, witty, protective, and Merlin did that boy know how to kiss.
Who in their right mind wouldn’t be thanking their lucky stars for this opportunity?
Pansy, that’s who.
Ever since they had started dating, she had felt restless. No, not restless. Dare she say it?
Bored. Un-fucking-believable. She was bored with Draco Malfoy.
She was bored when he’d taken her into Hogsmeade. She was bored when they’d gone to see the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch game (although she suspected he’d only bought tickets to ogle the lovely, female players) and bored at the Weird Sisters concert. Pansy just couldn’t understand it. Draco was an excellent conversationalist and he had a deliciously acerbic wit.
Even during their snog sessions, she’d felt a ridiculous sort of distance. Although he had fantastic technique - and Pansy was in a good position to know, having snogged at least a third of Hogwarts’ male population while waiting for Draco to notice her purity and loyalty - she had been just the teensiest bit bored. And she couldn’t stop thinking about all of the girls he must have previously romanced, to have gotten so adept.
So she’d decided that it must be his fault. He must not be giving their relationship everything it deserved. He must be holding back. It was the only sensible explanation. Besides, even if the problem was on her side of the table, did that mean that she would ever give him up?
Not bloody likely.
And so the time had come for desperate measures. She had read about a spell once that was supposed to sort of…augment a relationship. Make it better. If you and your partner stood in the light of a full moon on the winter solstice, its power would draw you together in a Binding Kiss.
It sounded perfect to Pansy. She needed to bind herself to Draco, and besides - the nighttime expedition sounded fun and sexy. And the spell would work, and everything would be the way it was supposed to be.
Pansy sighed again. A girl can dream, can’t she?
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Title: And To All, A Good Night
Author: turkishangora
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All of the characters and places belong to JKR, not me.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Jen and to Bethy for beta-ing! Thanks to SvelteRose for her awesome requirements, they were a lot of fun to work with! Happy Holidays, Svelte Rose (and everybody else as well) Enjoy!
Summary: Ron and Hermione think they know what they want, but it takes a full moon ritual on the eve of the winter solstice to make them see how wrong they are.
Author’s Note: This fic is AU to all the events in HBP, and is set in a fictitious sixth year. This story was originally going to be more serious, but ended up devolving into campy fluff.
This fic is for Svelte Rose. Svelte Rose requested:
Hermione/Draco
Ron/Pansy
No major OOC-ness
A frazzled Harry
Blaise being good and having a crush on Hermione
No Ginny-Sue
And To All, A Good Night
‘Twas December at Hogwarts - quite windy and cold
On the day when our story begins to unfold.
And should you care to know what will happen (to some)
I shall give a brief preview of what is to come:
Herm is with Ron (but that won’t last for long)
And Draco’s with Pansy (but that, too, is wrong)
Hot, sexy, Blaise is both love-struck and dazzled
While Harry is very forgetful and frazzled.
And because the mere mention of him makes me sick -
You-Know-Who does not show even once in this fic.
And I’m not sure exactly what “Ginny-Sue” means -
But Ginny is only in one or two scenes.
And so, gentle readers, please listen to me:
Go grab a warm blanket and a hot cup of tea
If you live where I live, then pretend that there’s snow
Are you in the mood yet? Okay, then. Let’s go!
**********************************************************
Hermione Granger pulled back the red velvet drapes and stared pensively out of the common room window in Gryffindor Tower. Snow was falling thickly around Hogwarts castle - so thickly, in fact, that not even the hardiest and most energetic of students wished to be outside romping around. Their two outdoor classes - Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology - had been cancelled for the few days remaining before winter holiday. That was the good news. The bad news was that Quidditch practices had been cancelled as well. Harry and Ron had fast become irritable, being cooped up inside with no way of venting their energy. Truth to tell, Hermione was not far behind them.
It was frustrating being stuck up in the tower. Despite the lateness of the hour - it was nearly one in the morning - she had decided to sneak down into the common room to get away from her roommates, Parvati and Lavender. They had been experimenting with cosmetic charms, and had been casting surreptitious glances at Hermione’s hair for several minutes before she realized that - out of sheer boredom - she was likely to let them charm her hair purple, or cut it up to her ears.
So it was good, really, that she was now down here by herself. But now that she was here, there was nothing to do exactly. Hermione wished that she had thought to bring some reading downstairs with her, and was contemplating Summoning one of her new books on Translating Transylvanian Dialects when -
“Wow. I didn’t expect to see you up at this hour,” said a warm, familiar voice.
Hermione started as soon as the voice began speaking, and she looked up in surprise to see Ron’s blue eyes staring fondly at her.
“Goodness, you startled me. I didn’t even hear any footsteps,” she said as she reached up to give him a welcoming hug. “And by the way, one could say the same about you.”
Ron shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep, and Harry was driving me mental. He was turning the whole bloody room upside down looking for one of his Quidditch boots.”
“Have you noticed that he’s seemed a bit… frazzled lately?” asked Hermione thoughtfully. She had thought he’d been acting strangely these last few days, constantly losing things and such. She supposed he was under a lot of stress.
Ron furrowed his brow. “Yeah, now you mention it.”
“Any ideas as to why? New love interest, maybe?” asked Hermione, only half-joking.
“Dunno,” said Ron. “But I’ll tell you something I do know. I do know that I’m not interested in talking about Harry’s love-life when my girlfriend is sitting on the couch in front of me and looking… really nice.” He smiled hopefully.
Hermione grimaced internally. Ron had many good qualities, but giving girls compliments was most definitely not one of them. Really nice - honestly! But then, she reminded herself, it’s not as though he has a lot to work with. She wasn’t exactly a veela.
Ron brought his hand tentatively up to her face and let it linger for a moment. He leaned slowly toward her and kissed her. Soft. Unhurried. Sweet. Hermione relaxed into the kiss and let the soothing, gentle nature of it wash over her. It was all very romantic, or at least until her uncontrollable hair fell out of its messy bun and flopped forward into Ron’s face. He batted it away and she giggled.
“Sorry,” she said, still laughing.
He smiled and squeezed her hand lightly. “I probably should try to save up my energy for Saturday, anyway. We’re still on for that, right?”
Hermione groaned inwardly. She couldn’t believe she’d let herself be talked into this! A week or so ago, Ron had mentioned an old wizarding legend. According to him, midnight at the Winter solstice was supposed to be an especially lucky time to cement a relationship. Hermione had checked a couple of books out of the library and found that yes, if one wanted to strengthen an amorous relationship, one had only to stand outside under the light of the full moon on the Winter solstice. Of course, the solstice did not often fall on a full moon - but this year it did. They wouldn’t get another chance for quite some time. According to the book, the magic sort of…well, forced you to kiss.
Normally, Hermione did not enjoy being forced to do anything, but it wasn’t as though she didn’t kiss Ron on a fairly regular basis, anyway. It actually sounded rather neat. Dangerous, though, as it would involve breaking several school rules to sneak outside. Harry had already agreed to lend them his Invisibility Cloak, but there were any number of ways that they could still be caught. The reason she’d agreed - the only reason - was that she was so very bored. As much as she fussed about sneaking out with Harry and Ron, she secretly did get a thrill from going on nighttime adventures. This would be sort of like that - except, of course, that Harry would not be coming. And speaking of Harry:
An extremely rumpled-looking Harry came down the stairs, eyes darting frantically all around the room. “Sorry to bother you, but has either of you seen my Quidditch boot?” he asked.
Hermione was perplexed. “Harry, there aren’t going to be any Quidditch practices for at least a few weeks.”
“Yeah, I know, but it’s been missing for a few hours and I just can’t seem to calm down about it. I mean, it’s like, things are just disappearing suddenly.”
Ron stood up and sighed. “Come on, mate. I’ll help you look for it.” He winked at Hermione, who blew him a kiss in return and he headed up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory with a very, very frazzled Harry.
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“So are we still on for Saturday night, then?” Pansy Parkinson asked her boyfriend of two months, Draco Malfoy.
“On for…?” He shook his head in confusion. Then it dawned on him. “Oh. Right. That ritual you wanted to do.”
“Well, nobody’s forcing you,” she snapped. “You said it sounded like a good idea.”
Draco glanced up at her irritably. Pansy had been so testy lately. “It’s fine. I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it.”
“Well, you’re not exactly known for keeping your word,” she said. “You’re always telling me we’ll do things, and then you always manage to get out of doing them at the last second.”
“What times would those be?” asked Draco, honestly bewildered.
She glared at him venomously. “Draco - I just asked you a simple question and I expect a reply in either the affirmative or the negative. Are. We. Still. On. For. Saturday. Night.” She spoke each word as if asking the question to a person who was both immensely stupid and had hearing difficulties as well. Draco, falling into neither of those two categories, was affronted. Affronted, but quite willing to give in if it meant not having to listen to her whinging at him for things he’d never even done.
“Sure,” he said. “Whatever. See you then.”
And to his great consternation, Pansy threw him a seething glare and stalked off in the direction of her dormitory.
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It was all Draco’s fault. Pansy had mulled it over constantly. She had spent entire nights laying awake thinking of nothing else but their new relationship and had at last arrived at this conclusion: It was all Draco’s fault. It had to be.
Even now, as she settled herself into her bed and pulled the thick, green velvet drapes around her, she was thinking it. But her arguments lacked conviction, and she knew it. Pansy sighed and scrunched her face into her pillow.
Pansy had been so delighted when four years of dedicated purity and loyalty had resulted in Draco asking her to be his girlfriend. It had been awfully hard work, snaring Draco. He was, after all, THE Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy’s son. Her parents had been thrilled, her friends had been awestruck, and Draco was all the things she’d guessed he would be - funny, witty, protective, and Merlin did that boy know how to kiss.
Who in their right mind wouldn’t be thanking their lucky stars for this opportunity?
Pansy, that’s who.
Ever since they had started dating, she had felt restless. No, not restless. Dare she say it?
Bored. Un-fucking-believable. She was bored with Draco Malfoy.
She was bored when he’d taken her into Hogsmeade. She was bored when they’d gone to see the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch game (although she suspected he’d only bought tickets to ogle the lovely, female players) and bored at the Weird Sisters concert. Pansy just couldn’t understand it. Draco was an excellent conversationalist and he had a deliciously acerbic wit.
Even during their snog sessions, she’d felt a ridiculous sort of distance. Although he had fantastic technique - and Pansy was in a good position to know, having snogged at least a third of Hogwarts’ male population while waiting for Draco to notice her purity and loyalty - she had been just the teensiest bit bored. And she couldn’t stop thinking about all of the girls he must have previously romanced, to have gotten so adept.
So she’d decided that it must be his fault. He must not be giving their relationship everything it deserved. He must be holding back. It was the only sensible explanation. Besides, even if the problem was on her side of the table, did that mean that she would ever give him up?
Not bloody likely.
And so the time had come for desperate measures. She had read about a spell once that was supposed to sort of…augment a relationship. Make it better. If you and your partner stood in the light of a full moon on the winter solstice, its power would draw you together in a Binding Kiss.
It sounded perfect to Pansy. She needed to bind herself to Draco, and besides - the nighttime expedition sounded fun and sexy. And the spell would work, and everything would be the way it was supposed to be.
Pansy sighed again. A girl can dream, can’t she?
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