Title: Harry Potter and the Lost Ones (4/?) Response to July Challenge at groups./group/HermioneGinny

Author: Chosentwo4381

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Disclaimer: Do I look like a middle aged blonde woman? Do I sound remotely British? I think not. So unless something odd is going on, I don’t own these characters. I do own the situations that I’m putting them in, but I promise I’ll put them back in Jo’s toy box when I’m done. I don’t own any of the songs that are playing in the club either, but I do suggest you download them.

Pairings: Multiple. Hr/G, H/D, R/N, SB/RL and a few others

Summary: The summer before 6th year and the year itself make life interesting for the trio and their friends.

Author’s Note: I’m back in the ‘burgh and happy as hell to be there. Once again this is unbeta’d. Anybody want to volunteer their services? Drop me a quick note if you’re interested. This chapter is a little longer than the others, because I wanted to put in some shippiness. I think I got a little out of hand with it though. It’s a bit fluffy for me. If you aren’t in the mood for extreme fluff you can stop reading after they split up at the club.

            Hermione woke up to find a rather warm and comfortable weight on her chest. She looked down and smiled as she took in the sleeping form of her girlfriend. The very naked, sleeping form of her girlfriend. Her smile grew wider as she remembered the event of the night before following the announcement. Ginny decided to use her girlfriend’s moment of fond reminiscing to wake up.

            “What are you smiling about lover?”

            Hermione was snapped back to reality quickly by the sound of her red haired girlfriend’s voice. “I was just thinking about last night.”

            “What part of last night? The fun part or the party?”

            “The fun part. I’d really prefer not to think about the party. Fred thinks the world of Harry and you saw how he got about Harry and Draco just being friends. Just imagine how he would feel if he knew they were lovers?” she paused. “There was one good thing about the party though.”

            “And what was that?” Ginny asked.

            “I got to see you in those dress robes. And to help get you out of them,” the elder girl grinned.

            Ginny didn’t bother to respond verbally, she just began to kiss her brunette girlfriend into insensibility. After a few moments, Hermione pulled away and the other girl whimpered at the loss of contact.

            “If we don’t stop now, we’ll never get packed.”

            “Why must you always be so bloody responsible?” Ginny whined.

            “Trust me, I’ll be very irresponsible when we get to our hotel tonight,” Hermione promised as she extracted herself from, the red head’s embrace and got out of bed.

            “I’m going to hold you to that,” the younger girl replied as she too climbed out of bed and began to pack.

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            Hermione and Ginny met Blaise and Lavender in the hallway on their way down to scrounge up some breakfast. The four headed to the kitchens, agreeing that that would be the most likely locale for the boys to be found. They were partially correct in that assumption, finding one of the two couples, Neville and Ron, feeding each other grapes with their mouths.

            “Ahem,” Blaise coughed. When Neville finished clapping Ron on the back to dislodge the grape stuck in his throat, she snickered at them. “Morning boys. Where are our other two strapping comrades?”

            Ron glared at her apparent amusement, while Neville just rubbed the back of his lover’s hand comfortingly before answering, “They’re in the armory training. After being up at 5:30 to run.”

            Lavender glanced at the clock, “They’ve been up and training for 6 hours?” she asked incredulously.

            “That we have,” Harry said as he and Draco walked into the kitchen hand and hand.

            “Just finished two hours of swordplay actually,” continued Draco.

            “Figures that even outside the bedroom, you two would want to spend two hours trying to poke things into each other.”

            “Ginny,” everyone else chorused surprised to hear that coming from the youngest of the Weasley clan. She just smirked at them and took a bite out her muffin.

            The rest of the brunch passed quickly, filled with amiable conversation. Afterwards, the boys went upstairs to pack, and all of the girls, having already done so, curled up on some couches in the sitting room just spending time talking about girly stuff, like makeup, hexes, and curses. At a little bit before three Remus ushered the boys into the room followed closely by house elves bearing all of their luggage.

            “Okay kids, gather around,” Remus instructed. They did as asked and he pulled out what looked like a wad of paper to everyone, except Hermione, Harry, Lavender, and Draco, out of his pocket. He then proceeded to hand each of them £500 in various denominations. “Here is some muggle money for you all. The hotel is already paid for and any room service that you use is going to be billed to Sirius’ solicitor in London, so you don’t really have to worry about food.

            “Where is Sirius, professor?” Harry asked.

            “Sirius is right here, and I come bearing ID’s,” he said striding into the room. “Here you all are, same names, different ages. Learn it well grasshoppers.”

            “Grasshoppers?” Neville asked.

            “Muggle movie reference,” Harry supplied.

            “Okay your tickets are portkeys to the train station. There will be two compartments reserved for you on the train. There will be a chauffer at your disposal all week. He’ll meet you at the station in London,” Remus explained.

            “I’d advise you to go shopping before doing any other outside your hotel activities. The ides is to look like typical muggles. On that note, you should also stay out of Diagon Alley and the other highly trafficked magical areas,” Sirius advised.

            “Padfoot is right, as much as I hate to say it,” Remus ignored the growl from his partner at that. “Have a great time guys. See you in a week.”

            With that he handed them their tickets and the teenagers felt the familiar pull behind their navels before finding themselves on the platform with their luggage around them.

            “Train 943 now boarding for London.”

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            Having decided to test their new found freedom in the muggle world they decided not to even bother with the illusion that they were four heterosexual couples. Blatantly holding hands with their real girl/boyfriends, they boarded the train. The compartments were comfortable, but not overly large, so no more than six people could sit in a single one. It was decided that Hermione and Ginny would share a compartment with Harry and Draco so that neither Weasley sibling had to watch the other snogging.

            “I really wish that we could be like this all the time,” Ginny said wistfully. The others nodded their agreement.

            “I think my parents would be okay with the idea that I was gay, but I don’t think they’d let me stay at The Burrow sharing a room with Gin regardless of the whole lying to Arthur and Molly thing,” Hermione said.

            “I think Draco and I have the best deal here, because even though we have to hide from the public eye, all of the people that are close to us know and are okay with it,” Harry supplied.

            “Sometimes I really want to tell my parents,” Ginny began, “Like after the whole diary thing they kept telling me that there was nothing I could do that would make them love me less, but then I hear them talking about a colleague of Dad’s whose son came out and married his muggle boyfriend and how disgusting it is.” Tears were streaming down her face as she looked up at Hermione. “So I don’t say anything because I couldn’t live if I couldn’t see you any more.”

            Harry Looked at Draco and mouthed, “Let’s give them as sec.” They walked out into the corridor. I think we all sometimes forget that it’s probably the hardest on Ron and Ginny,” Harry said. “You and I, our families are like us, Blaise doesn’t like her family, Neville’s parents don’t know him because of Cruciatus and his grandmother is mostly disappointed in him anyway. Hermione is a muggle born, and Lavender is a half-blood, so it’s easier for all of us to deal with the idea of ostracism and possible persecution. The Weasley family is so close though, it’s got to kill them to think that they might be disowned.”

            Draco nodded. “But they know they’ve always got us.”

            “That they do love, that they do.”

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            When the train reached London, the octet gathered their things and disembarked onto the platform. Then they were approached by a man wearing a generic black suit, with a white shirt and a purple tie.

            “Hullo, my name is Omri. I presume you are the children of Black Castle.”

            They all nodded. He snapped his fingers and three uniformed men came over to take their bags. “Follow me then; your chariot awaits.”

            “They trooped out of the station and outside they were greeted with the sight of a stretch limousine. Omri opened the door and motioned for them to enter.  “Shall I take you to the hotel first or would you like to go shopping?”

            Draco glanced at everyone quickly, “I think we would prefer to get settled in first.” With that they were ushered off to their hotel.

            Once they reached the Kings’ Arms Hotel, Omri opened the door for them and once again bell hops surged forward to remove their luggage from the boot. Upon their entrance to the lobby, the concierge approached them.

            “Ah the heirs to the Black Estate; come let me show you to your rooms. You are in the penthouse suite. There are four bedrooms, and a spacious common room with a fully stocked wet bar. The bedrooms each have their own bath with a Jacuzzi. Regrettably, If you wish to utilize the swimming pool or the sauna, you will have to share with the other guests,” he breezed.

            “That will be quite alright,” Harry answered.

            Omri asserted his services, “When you are ready to go shopping, simply call the front desk and they will alert me immediately.”

            Hermione spoke up. “I think we’re all fairly knackered right now. We’ll probably hold off on the shopping until tomorrow.” The others concurred.

            Omri conceded, “Very well then, I shall be at your service on the morrow. Sleep well young masters and mistresses.”

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            The next morning the group awakened much earlier than they as a collective usually would have. By ten in the morning they were all dressed and had partaken of the hotel’s extensive room service selection.

            Ron spoke up, “Well since we’re all dressed, somebody use that fellytone thing to tell Omri that we’re ready to leave.”

            While Hermione corrected his pronunciation and then launched into a tutorial encompassing both the history and the mechanics of the telephone in addition to its use, Lavender called the front desk. On the elevator ride down to the lobby, a long ride due to Ron’s fascination with the buttons, Neville piped up, “What did that guy mean yesterday when he called us all the heirs to the Black Estate?”

            “It’s because Wonder boy Potter here,” Draco looked fondly on his mate, “told Sirius and the rest when they were making their wills to include all of our ‘family’. I seconded that motion largely because we are all quite likely to end up living together anyway,” Draco explained. Just then the door opened and he and Harry stepped out leaving the others to follow in stunned silence.

            Pulling out of the driveway of the hotel, Omri let down the glass partition between the driver cabin and the seating, “Is there anywhere in particular that you would like to go or shall I just decide?”

            “We’ll leave that to your discretion,” Draco replied. About half an hour later they pulled up on a street of various stores. As he let them out of the care Omri said, “I’ll be driving around the block; simply wave and I will pick you up.”

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            Seven hours of shopping, an early dinner, some romantic alone time, and a couple of hours of serious primping later, the group was ready for their first night on the town.

            As they climbed out of the car, the gawking they were subjected to before they got into the club that Omri recommended, was due in equal measure to how they looks as mush as to the fact that they were in a limo.

            Ginny and Hermione were decked out in tight black leather pants and black Doc Marten’s. Ginny was wearing a sequined gold halter top while Hermione had on a royal purple tube top. Lavender and Blaise were similarly attired in brown leather and boots. Blaise in a green spaghetti strapped tank and Lavender in a blue one.

            Leather appeared to be the order of the night as Harry and Draco were opposing each other, Harry surprisingly wearing a pair of green leather pants with a tight black sleeveless shirt and Draco with black pants and an identically cut shirt in green. Draco had procured a green pair of Doc’s while Harry had opted for the black ones with read and orange flames. Ron having finally realized that he looked good in maroon purchase a pair of leather pants in that hue and was wearing a black wife-beater tank. Neville was the most conservatively dressed of them all with a short-sleeved baby blue button-down left open over a white wife-beater with black leather pants.

            The Pink Triangle was packed and a line was queued up around the block, the bouncer was scanning hopefuls and rejecting those he deemed unworthy. As the ‘Dream Team’ in it’s expanded form stepped onto the curb, he moved the velvet rope aside allowing them to pass in front of the line. Draco slipped the man a £20 note as they walked by.

            Even Hermione was impressed by the prompt admission and negligible cover charge. “Wow, they’re treating us like celebrities.”

            Harry grinned sheepishly, “It’s part of the whole heirs to the Black fortune thing. You know how Sirius is one of the wealthiest wizards in the world?” They all nodded. “Well he’s just as rich in the muggle world. His dad came from an old wizarding family, but his grandfather on his mum’s side was a muggle banker. She was his only child, and Sirius was his only grandchild. Some good investments served them well and as his heirs we eight are celebrities.”

            “Holy Hedwig!” Ron gasped. “Does that mean we’re going to be in the muggle papers and on the telly?”

            “Draco nodded, “It’s a definite possibility.”

            “Bloody hell!” Blaise exclaimed. Everyone looked at her, confused by the sudden outburst. “I can’t believe you people. Hermione you’re top in our year and you haven’t figured out that this could be a bad thing?” Noticing the bewildered expressions on the faces of her companions, she continued, “How many mud… muggle-borns,” she corrected herself, “go to Hogwarts?” We could be found out as early as tomorrow.”

            The realization was sobering for the entire group. After a moment, Neville spoke, “If we’ve got until tomorrow at the least, then we should sure as hell make the most of tonight.” Seeing the wisdom in his words they split up, some heading for the bar, and the others for the dance floor.

            Hours later, Hermione and Ginny were still going strong on the dance floor. The dark haired girl perked up at hearing the familiar opening beats of a song. “I love this song,” she shrilled.

            “What’s it called?” her girlfriend asked.

            “I Need a Girl Part One,” Hermione informed her.

            “Why don’t they play the whole thing at once?”

            “It is the whole song. Part Two is a remix.”

            Ginny nodded as if she understood, then, “What’s a remix?”

            “I’ll explain later,” the older girl promised as she sang in her girlfriend’s ear. “I need a girl to ride, ride, ride. I need a girl to make my wife. I need a girl who’s mine, all mine. I need a girl in my life.”

            “You’ve got one,” Ginny murmured into Hermione’s ear.

            Not long after, a pounding neo-reggae beat began to pulse in the club, moving in time with the beat Lavender and Blasé ground against each other. Trying to convince her girlfriend that things would work out for the best, Lavender whispered the refrain of the song into her lover’s ear, “Everyone fall in love sometimes. I don’t know ‘bout you but it ain’t a crime.” Blaise just kissed her Gryffindor girlfriend deeply, praying that everything would in fact be okay.

            Harry went up to the DJ booth and after speaking to the guy for a few moments, he made his way back to the bar, and Draco. Suddenly the song changed. The DJ’s voice rang out, “This goes out from Harry to Draco, with the message ‘I’m glad you aren’t complicating things any more’.”

            I like you the way you are, when we’re driving in your car and you’re talking to me one on one, but you become somebody else around everyone else. You’re watching your back, like you can’t relax. You’re trying to be cool. You look like a fool to me. Tell me, why do you have to go and make things so complicated. I see the way you’re acting like somebody else, gets me frustrated.

            Pulling Harry toward him, Draco kissed him then whispered into Harry’s ear, “I’m glad I’m not complicated anymore either.”

            Somewhere along the way the decision to close out the club was made, so when the bartender yelled, “Last call,” and the DJ slowed down the pace, they were still there.

            “This is the last dance. If you are here with someone that doesn’t know how you feel let them know now.”

            The eight heirs to the Black estate hit the dance floor among the few others brave, or foolhardy enough, to still be partying past 3 AM. Dancing close together, Neville and Ron whispered back and forth, quietly affirming they love for one another. The soothing strains of music were floating through the air.

            I dream a world where you understand that I dream a million sleepless nights. I dream of fire when you’re touching my hand, but it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights. I’m speechless and faded. It’s too complicated. Is this how the book ends, nothing but good friends? ‘Cause you don’t see me, and you don’t need me, and you don’t love me the way I wish you would.

            “This is how I used to feel. I though I’d always be your friend and never get to touch you, or kiss you,” whispered Neville.

            Ron pulled back a bit to look his boyfriend in the eyes. “I’m yours now, and forever. Don’t you ever forget that.” They kissed sweetly, almost chastely before walking over to the door to meet the rest of their group and return to the hotel.