fieldspak’s wonderous epiphany i & culture had aiohh leaning and purifiation proess of dises, the often “troublesome ari” aophony of a greian spells. purimasseto was listed there, a’ve ommitted it to some part of her memory whehe bh the first time days ago. hermio question it, but ter when they asked ed the urse iake-away box, she asually lied and said the silver box ouldo house the urses a seond time.
ohers ame in and hermiohe simple spell to remove the urse, until finally, only malfoy remained. he showed up mid m two days ter, a soft smile on his lips.
“ready?” hermione asked. he raised his brow and nodded, a look of uainty o will work,” she assured him. “the others are all bak to normal.”
&ared bak at her. “well go ahead then.”
“purimasseto!” she ast.
nothing happened.
&ed the spell.
again.
and again.
“i don’t uand,” she paared bak and forth between him aake away box. he follaze.
“is that—is that take-aress?”
hermione narrowed her eyes. “why aren’t you upset? the spell isn’t w! i an’t release you from the urse!”
drao turned bak and smiled, and hermione was sure she hadn’t been so perplexed iime. “you probably an’t release me from the urse,” drao said, “beause i’ve already bee.”
“what?” hermione ried. “how? when?”
drao smirked. “i’ve had a lot of time to think about it, but i think it was when i fied my fate, when i’d followed the threads and thtful path.”
“i see,” hermiohough she really didn’t uand.
“or it ould’ve been when harry fuked me iress,” he added.
she shrieked, “get out!”
&er whery had givehe order of merlin, muh to her dismay, she still ouldn’t look drao malfoy in the eye. she had t herself that drao and harry had beeher, not by her eros meddlings, or some bizarre twist of fate, but by the revolutiohe ability to hange, and judging by the odd overheard oiohere, a rather frisky house pnt.
&mas e early party
“i look ridiulous,” drao said under his breath as pansy approahed him. “i a a—” he stopped himself “—a one iime work experiehis.” the a room had jumped bak into full testing agaihe other ued to open a sealed urn from a great ahat afternoon.
“what ?” hermione had asked him.
he’d raised an eyebrow, “somethiely will.”
but ihe great reveal, drao stood in the orner of aed igl a jumper overed in multi-olored stokings that read well hung aross the hest. pansy grinned and drao deided immediately that she was having too muh fui a jumper or one will be provided for you,” pansy said.
“did it now?” drao looked around for the mess of raven hair he’d walked in with. “potter failed to mentioail.”
“hmm, well if you had shown up for the ransom drop like any good friend would’ve, you might’ve known about the jumper requirement,” pansy said uially. “but you were too busy…” she ut off at the sight of harry approahing.
harry smiled, “hey, pansy.”
she narrowed her eyes. “it’s parkinson to you, potter.”
“you let luna all you pansy,” harry poi.
“yes well,” pansy lifted her hin. “luna is a rare and speial frie drao. “who single handedly helped me—” bise had ome over from oables ao his pte staked full with hootey oions. “oh,” pahem. “exuse me.”
drao sighed as she saddled up to bise and walked off.
harry nudged drao’s arm. “she’ll get over it. she khe ministry.” drao ook a look at harry. he bit his lip. somehow harry had mahe only normal looking holiday jumper at the ey. it was red and white and deliiously fitted, littered with various serns and small, blinkis.
“your jumper is—” drao simuted a yawn. “—making me long for the days oat.” he arhed a brow. “a.”
“drao, shut up.”
“your nipples.”
“drao stop.”
“they should never be overed.”
“i’m .” harry pyfully gred and then broke his gaze to stare out at the rest of the party. luna, neville, ahers were off ing to a modern take on “wizard’s bells”, while a few groups stood mingling arouoked food tables. harry’s ha and grabbed drao’s arm. “is that a mlaggen?”
he nodded. “yes. appareered into aal marriage ontrat with ohe fae.” drao sipped his hot toddy. “they’re havirying to fiion for the an.”