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Alright, so I again asked the question, "WHAT IS THE MOST DISTURBING HP PAIRING YOU CAN THINK OF RIGHT THIS INSTANT?" of both my FB Pages,

"Shazzasbeer: The Asutralian School of Witchcraft & Wizardry" [Headmistress, Professor Phoenix Fire 3]

"The 7 HP books are my 7 Horcruxes, without them I wouldn't have a life" [Admin: Phoenix Fire 3]

~*Here is what you all came up with, and here is my drabble for each of your ideas...

PEOPLE: ASSUME THE (Foetal) POSITIONS! [Or have a salad fork ready for eye-gouging, whichever's easiest!^^]


~*Harry Potter Pairings...Dawn of the Disturbed, Part III*~

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Filch & Cho Chang

"You are out-of-bounds, Miss Chang!" echoed the voice in the all-encompassing darkness, her breath came in quick, frightened gasps; her own body was frozen with fear, but shuffling footsteps pounded the floor behind her. Whirling about to face her accuser, the pale luminescence of the us surrounding night.

"Students are forbidden from leaving their Common rooms at night, Miss Chang, you know this. I should drag you to Dumbledore 'imself for this…unless you can give me some good reason as to this little excursion…?" asked the deep, oily voice she had come to like hearing as it resonated through the deserted corridor. Even the portraits were fast asleep in their frames and snoring all about, it was like standing in a dormitory full of slumbering people…though these were nothing but cleverly enchanted strokes of paint…

"Well," she said breathily, moving closer to push aside the lantern so as to see his face, "Mr Filch, you of all people should know why I am here…and, seeing as I've been naughty…maybe you should," there was a dangerous gleam to her eyes and a lecherous upturn to her smile as she whispered into his ear, "punish me…"

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Hagrid & Ginny

"An' that's 'ow you should properly cage a Neffler, tricky li'l buggers'll get out otherwise…" his sonorous voice filled her being and gave her the shivers; someone elbowed her and whispered, "You cold, Ginny?" but she neither turned to see who had spoken, nor did she respond. Her eyes were fixed, adoringly, on their Care of Magical Creatures Teacher, Professor Rubeus Hagrid…

Despite being one of a dozen first-years lined along the clearing by their teacher's hut, and surrounded by cages of small, black swan-like creatures who would love nothing more than to leap out and start 'finding' things -there had been many 'like a Hufflepuff!' and 'Hufflepuffs are great finders!' jokes-…Ginny couldn't help but fantasize that he was speaking directly to her.

Heart beating like a hummingbird's wings, his gaze glanced over her, looking for a volunteer to help him carry the cages back into the shade…her heart sank with disappointment as he chose two boys, one from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, apiece. Still, timid hope fluttered in her soul as he looked back and locked eyes with her, "Y'all right there, Ginny? Lookin' right pale, you are! 'ow bout you come inside and sit down? Yer brother'd kill me if anythin' 'appened to you!"

Hagrid steered her inside the hut and sat her on a chair so large her legs dangled from it like a doll's, "Right, you wait 'ere, right?" he said and walked outside again, vaguely she heard him ask the Hufflepuff student, Moresky-something, to run back to the castle and grab Madam Pomfrey. Then he dismissed the class without further ado…

Ginny grinned to herself, sometimes it really was awesome having the Twins as brothers...she thought to herself as she popped open her Skiving Snackbox and ghosted her fingers over all the contents, her lips upturned in an almost evil glint as they grasped another 'lolly'.

I wonder how he'll react to this one…? She thought vaguely, and popped the Fainting Fancy into her mouth…

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Draco & Luna

With exaggerated eagerness, he looked under the bed…for possibly the seventeenth time that morning…and turned to look up at the hopeful face of Luna, "Sorry, love, no Crumple-horned Snorkacks under here…" even as he spoke the words in a saddened tone that belied his true feelings, he saw her face fall and suddenly felt worse for his deception…

"Look, darling…let's just go out into the Gardens, I hear the hotel has several varieties of Pixie and Garden Gnome…won't that be wonderful?" he offered, sincerely, and delighted in how her beautiful eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Just a moment, Draco, I must go get my net!" she sighed dreamily, moving away to go through their luggage and return with a large pink net and the most recent edition of 'The Quibbler' with a picture from their wedding on the front.

…It also had a large, blurry picture crammed in a lower corner that read, "Crumple-horned Snorkacks last Seen Whereabouts!" and was it any surprise Xenophilius –his new Father-in-Law, much to his own parent's disdain- had sent them to this specific magically-secluded resort in Switzerland?

They meandered down to the gardens, strangely devoid of the other guests, for there was a show being performed in the indoor theater at this very moment…leaving them all alone, amongst the various flowers and magical creatures that liked to live there… Several Garden Gnomes toddled past and made obscene gestures, he felt rather fond of the idea of maybe a small game of 'Gnome Tossing' but knew Luna would never agree…

Cornish Pixies flocked past in worrying numbers, for a moment, Draco feared for his own safety; but it seemed they were drawn to Luna's warm personality and made no attempt to wreak havoc on her hair, clothes or anything attached to her…thankfully including him!

Whilst Luna was distracted, Draco took to reading the issue of The Quibbler, Xenophilius had sent them only the previous day; there was a twelve-page exposé on each and every aspect of their wedding: which flowers they chose [and which small creatures might be hiding in them], the make of the dress, what they served at the Reception [and their magical significance], how they met [well, that had been awkward, to say the least…] and all sorts of other strange things, such as the mystical creatures he, Xenophilius, had sighted at the wedding… Still, it had been a wonderful day, he even allowed Potter, Weasley and Granger to come along…although Longbottom had done nothing but gaze sadly at the ground the whole time, from his seat up the back…

He flipped over the last of the pages about their wedding, after all, he kind of knew it all by heart…he had been there at the time! Draco laughed softly and flicked the magazine, a strange looking beast with a distinctive pair of horns gazed back from an enchanted drawing, chewing on some badly-drawn stalks of grass with a rather docile expression. He near laughed aloud as he lowered the magazine to mention how ridiculous the creature looked to Luna (but in a nice way, as she had drawn it…), when he paused.

He lifted the magazine, then lowered it…and repeated it numerous times before finally reaching out and touching Luna on the arm, she turned to him and her expression lit up with delight as he whispered the question, "Is…Luna, is that a Crumple-Horned Snorkack?"

"Why…yes, Draco! Good spotting, let me just grab my net…" she smiled.

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Mrs Norris & Goyle

Long strokes were rewarded with avid purring, too short, and you may as well have written your own execution order; for Mrs. Norris would hiss and spit, hackles raising along her back like the most feral of creatures. Long ago he had learned this lesson, it had resulted in several long gashes down one forearm, tiny white lines traced the area still and probably would never fade…it had been their first fight…

Now she purred like the most contented animal in all existence, staring, unblinkingly, deep into his eyes; Goyle felt a strange sense of pride that she was so happy around him; having long ago, left Filch to stay in his dormitory, on his bed. They were inseparable…now and forever…

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Wormtail & Mrs. Weasley

Scabbers twisted and writhed in his cage, round and round he ran on the little wheel, then, bored, he turned and went the other way…his master, Ronald, had left to spend time with his father, brothers and sister. Which left…her.

Mrs. Molly Weasley, a beauty even after so many children had sprung forth from her loins, bustled into the room and smiled at him, "They're gone…" she confided with a gentle smile, and pulled him out of the small plastic cage gently, placing him on Ron's bed. In a few seconds, the transformation of rat to man was complete…Wormtail, once Peter Pettigrew of the Hogwarts Marauders, sat there in calm repose…

"Well, my Love, the children are gone and The Burrow is silent, what say we make a little noise?" he asked lewdly, and Molly blushed; a thought crossed her mind, "Right here? On Ron's bed…?" She asked incredulously, and then smiled, "Ah, well…it is Laundry Day…" she sighed and moved closer. Soon The Burrow was filled with noise once again, as the pair engaged in the secretive, forbidden activity they had been playing for many years since Ron first brought Scabbers home…

The casual observer might wonder to themselves, surely out of curiosity, what would the enraptured pair do…had they known that the entire Weasley clan was making their way up the hill and staring in horror through the open curtains of Ron's window… and the agonized cry of, "That's my bed!" echoed through the Valley…

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Hermione & Fenrir Greyback [the Werewolf]

Luminous eyes watched her in the darkness, the full moon was half-hidden by cloud for the moment as he stepped forth and her heart ceased to beat within a cold, constricted chest full of fear; he sniffed at her with a strange expression on his face. "You..." he breathed, scenting the air again and circling, the eyes flashing as she watched from the petrified corners of her own; the crunch of his footfall behind her was loud enough to make her want to spring forth and be away...

But she was still. Fear rooted her to the ground and stayed her adrenaline this once, her breath came out in quaking gasps, as her body trembled; still his eyes caressed her form, grubby fingers brushed her hair...that indomitable sniffing sound filled the still air of the forest.

"You..." he breathed again, "It was you I scented, that night in the woods...I know your scent anywhere, that perfume drew me right to you..." he whispered in her ear, so close his hot breath brought goosebumps up upon her pale throat. "Why have you come here, little girl?" He chuckled throatily.

The moon burst out from behind a cloud as she turned, no trace of fear marring her eyes now as she said, "To be with you..."

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Harry & Arthur Weasley

The shining excitement on the other's face denoted another successful discovery of great magnitude, and he steeled himself with great fortitude, pasting a smile on his own features, awaiting-

"Look! Look, Harry, see what it is I have found!" he cried, jubilantly, proffering an item under his nose and making him strain behind his glasses to see, for he was going quite cross-eyed. He cleared his throat, and the other noticed, moving the item back a bit for the other to focus on more clearly and crying out, "I think it's a Muggle grass-cutter, or maybe one of those vibrating talking boxes...look!"

Harry sighed as he beheld the vibrating object just inches from his eyes, moving closer to the other -skirting carefully about the muggle-item- to place a conciliatory hand about Arthur's shoulders, his other hand surreptitiously reaching for the item before the muggle-infatuated other harmed himself with it...

He sighed and smiled softly as he breathed into the other's ear, "It's an electric razor, Love..."

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Padma Patail & Fenrir Greyback

Two sets of paws pounded hard against the earth, moonlight pierced the veil of trees in the Forbidden Forest, and they both simply enjoyed the feeling of freedom their wolf forms brought; long ago, had he bitten her at her urging, so that they might share this.

Never once had she regretted it. With practice came greater control over your wolf form…and now it was absolute, they could change from will, but always allowed the natural change when the moon was high; no sense messing with nature too far.

Fenrir howled long and loud to the night sky, and she delighted in it; the promise of his love rang through the notes, and she answered it with her own. He had stayed out in the forest these many nights, waiting and watching for her; for, when her plight was discovered, Professor Dumbledore had, at once, given her special leave whenever she felt it necessary.

Padma loved him for it, as she knew he loved her for responding to his call; and she always would be…always…

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Peeves & Winky the House Elf

There was a tremendous crash in the Hallway by the Kitchens; fruit came crashing from its carefully stacked crates to land upon the floor, rolling this way and that, House Elves came dashing out from the secret entrance to the Kitchen with disbelief written across many of their faces. High-pitched cackling filled the air, and the most loathed ethereal creature of Hogwarts tumbled through a nearby wall, cross-legged, laughing and tumbling in small circles. He paused, still cross-legged, but upside-down, to gaze at the chaos he'd created…

Most of the House Elves ignored him, but one forlorn little face gazed back, she was most certainly female…her outfit was carefully wrapped about her and rather, dare he think it, alluring? He drifted closer, "And who are you, little one?" he asked, with genuine curiosity inflecting his tone. She blinked and looked away a moment before replying, "I am Winky, House Elf of Hogwarts. You, are cruel to do this, leave!"

He was taken aback, "Actually, my name is Peeves…but, no matter. I…this was just a joke Winky, you beautiful creature! Look, come and see?" he offered, and she followed, mildly confused and rather curious herself. They wandered for a long time up stairs, before he bade her hide in an alcove and peer out, "Watch this!" he smiled, students came bustling from all directions; their classes over, headed now for Lunch in the Great Hall.

All of a sudden, children were running for cover in all directions as Peeves the Poltergeist ambushed them with buckets of cold, wet slime…Winky shuddered, but still it was not over! For those that had been missed, there seemed yet a further bombardment…water-balloons. What they were filled with was definitely not water, for, as they exploded on the first few students in the firing range, the students in question turned into various animals.

Peeves cackled as Filch came tearing around the nearest corner shouting and shaking his broom at him, he floated back over to Winky, "See? Heck of a lot of fun, right?" and was taken aback by the look of excitement in her large eyes, and the faint flush on her cheeks…

An interesting development, to be sure, but her next words floored even him. "Can we do that again?" A very interesting development indeed…

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Narcissa & Dobby

"Does…does Mistress want Dobby to do that again?" panted the House Elf, reclining beside her in the bed; Narcissa Malfoy, once of the Pureblood House of Black, was too speechless to say anything! Who knew such a small creature had such great talents…elsewhere?

"N-no, Dobby, just…just be sure to come back later…and bring a whip, if you please?" she said, after regaining her breath; Dobby bowed with a small smile on his face, "As Mistress wishes…"

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Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy & Hagrid

The oaf followed close behind, her gargantuan shadow to her slim form; and, despite her own undeniable feelings for the man, she presented herself as a Malfoy, in public and spurned his advances. Entering Madam Malkin's for a new robe of sumptuous midnight blue –Lucius had a grand function coming up and she wished to look her best- she saw, from the corner of her eye, that he slipped into a seat across the street to wait.

She took her time, making things deliberately difficult for the fitter and made herself as much a nuisance as physically possible; for she loved how they groveled at her feet though they obviously hated her, for they respected her custom.

Much later, a she re-emerged, looking satisfied and carrying a large brown parcel tied up succinctly with string; he was still there and on some level, she was flattered. Beckoning subtly, Narcissa motioned for him to follow and turned down a discreet alleyway… behind her rose the giant form of Hagrid, the Hogwarts Game-Keeper and Care of Magical Creatures Professor…

"Alright, I know I suggested we meet today, rather than our weekly Thursday… 'Meeting', but did you have to follow me all the way from The Leaky Cauldron? Use discretion, my darling, please! What if someone had seen, or noticed? They should tell Lucius! Then we could never be together again!" she yelled in a hoarse whisper so as not to be overheard…he did nothing more than put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

They made their way separately to the Leaky Cauldron, and Hagrid rented a room as she slipped in unnoticed; as always, the Barkeeper distracted the crowd and kept his mouth closed on the subject of the Hooded woman who visited the temporarily rented room of Rubeus Hagrid each week.

He knew. He saw. But sometimes, it was best to look the other way, to allow two people who truly loved in this cruel world, but were torn apart by the strictures of their society, to have a little Happy Ending in this twisted Fairy Tale called Reality…

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Fred & Mad-Eye

"I can see what you're doing, Lad!" came the call, Fed froze…hand halfway to the base of the chair his Defense Against the Darks Arts Professor [this year's, at least] with a small firework of his –well, his and George's- own design in his hand. Professor Moody ["Mad-Eye" they called him] utterly freaked him out right now, as the Professor wasn't even looking at him!

"It's me eye, boy!" called the Professor and turned, his large, magical eye swiveling in it's socket to stare at him, previously only the white of his eye had shown out, now a beady blue iris locked onto his face with terrifying intensity. Fred felt very aware of his own peril at that moment, transfixed under the stare of the other and failed to notice the shortening fuse of the lit firework…

There was a loud explosion…

When he next peeled open his eyes [and himself off the opposite walls], and the ringing finally stopped…he heard a sound, gruff but strangely musical to his ears; it was Mad-eye, clapping his knees and crying tears of mirth from his one good eye… A dreamy effect seemed to overtake him at that moment as Professor Moody offered a hand up to the smiling idiot slouched on the floor, as Fred suddenly realised, Mad-eye has such a beautiful laugh…

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George & Umbridge

"As my first official act as Headmistress, I have posted my Educational decrees upon the walls of the castle entrance…any student found in direct violation of these decrees will be punished severely!" decreed Umbridge, absolutely glaring down upon the impromptu assembly of the entire Hogwarts students…

Slytherin cheered unabashedly at her announcement, for they knew she favoured them above the others, and that she would ensure their victory in all competitions put forth by the school curriculum…but there was one other, one who would not raise his voice in praise as it would give away too much, though he praised her for her cleverness.

Jostled on both sides by his twin, Fred, and the captain of their Quidditch team, Oliver Wood…[who was consequently, also Fred's boyfriend, though he'd never tell, for that would be against Educational Decrees 12 and 39…No fraternization, and definitely no fraternization between same gender] George gazed dreamily at her, and saw his beloved Dolores sweep the crowd for his face.

Far from leaping out and screaming, "Look, here I am, my love!" he remained silent, and felt her lock on to his gaze, she patted her hair in two counter-clockwise circles, their secret signal for 'meet me later'…though, he usually just flipped a coin three times… he nodded and smiled softly, so no other could see…

He pressed his fingers to his lips and slid them down to touch his chin, sending her his love and a small message, Until tonight, Beloved…

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Umbridge & Crookshanks

He hissed at her, disliking this squeaking individual immensely from the moment he laid feline eyes on her; she bristled but smiled so sweetly it made him feel fear for his very life…well, one of the remaining eight [he still didn't think that time he caught Seamus Finnegan in a dress counted, though it had scared the life out of him…so maybe it did].

"Come now, pussycat…who's a pretty kitty, then?" she cooed and stroked his head; suddenly, she wasn't so bad…in fact, after she put out the bowl of tuna and a saucer of milk, she was the most wonderful person in the world!

Umbridge just smiled and mouthed the words, "Hermione who…?"

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Professor McGonagall & Neville Longbottom

"Would you care to explain to me, Mr Longbottom, why you are hanging upside-down halfway up the wall in my Office?" asked Professor McGonagall, quite levelly…considering the rude shock she had just had. "Uh…" was his eloquent reply; only moments previously, he had been in the middle of the Senior Flight Instruction Class [for those who had not yet mastered the skill by the fourth year] and a sudden gust of wind had sent him careening through the open window of his Head of House's Office window.

"Care to elaborate, Mr Longbottom?" she asked again, but he could do nothing but gape…and desperately tug at the end of his broom, where it was wedged in the wall; McGonagall sighed and gave a flick of her wand, without protest the broom came free and drifted down to the floor with it's astonished rider. "Thanks Professor!" he said gratefully, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with a swipe of his sleeve…

He turned to leave, but was stayed by a, "One moment, Mr Longbottom!" as it rang about the chamber, Neville turned, "Professor?" he asked querulously, completely caught off guard by confusion. "It seems, we are left," she said as she moved closer, until they were but a foot between them, "to devise a fitting punishment for your actions...are we not?"

She was so close as to have her breath tickling his growing fringe…and the light in her eyes certainly belied her normal composure…Neville would be damned if he said he felt anything but the same…he gulped loudly…

"Y-yes, Professor…I…call me Neville, Professor," he said as she backed him against the wall, by which his broomstick was listing aimlessly…finally settling to the ground and awaiting the order to 'hover', while another 'broomstick' was doing the complete opposite… A vague thought occurred that Madam Hooch might wonder as to his whereabouts, but right now, that didn't matter…

Professor McGonagall was getting closer and closer, finally leaving him no space to move as she bent down to whisper, "Call me Minerva…"

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Umbridge & Mrs. Norris

She twined herself around the pink-shod ankles again, demanding the undivided attention of their owner, purring extra-loudly to attract the eyes of this woman she was so recently infatuated with, the one who brought her fish. Filch was a nice man, truly, but she was a cat with wants and needs, like fish of all varieties and a small amount of milk on occasion, which this other could provide…

"She right likes you, ma'am!" grunted Filch as Dolores Umbridge, High Inquisitor bent down to pat Mrs. Norris, slipping fish into the little pink bowl she had brought for the animal she loved so much, "Oh, I know…" she said and delighted in the way the cat threw herself at her gift, purring louder than before.

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Crabbe & Filch

Two students lay flat-out in the hallway, half a cupcake each by their sides…one was tall and gangly, far from attractive in his eyes, but the other…

With a surreptitious glance down either end of the hallway, he carefully grabbed the one he recognized as Mister Crabbe, one of Mister Malfoy's little henchmen, and dragged him back and forth down the Hallway until a doorway appeared…

As he stepped inside the impenetrable room that his need had conjured, dragging the other behind him, he silently thanked the Founders for creating the Room of Requirement…

Just then, as the doorway shut, Harry, Ron and Hermione ran back past, "Hey, where'd Crabbe go?" yelled Harry as they slowed to look; Ron snorted, "Should've known he was too thick to stay unconscious for too long…" Hermione impatiently tapped her foot and they were away again.

If they only knew what they had stood so close to, and that it was not exactly unwanted by either party…

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Professor Slughorn and Lavender Brown

She was pouting. Again…

"Miss Brown, would you kindly pay attention to my lessons?" he asked, striding up to her through a sea of empty desks; she looked up sharply, as he continued, "If you had, you would have noticed it ended a good ten minutes ago, your classmates have all gone to lunch!"

Something sinister flickered over her face as she drew her wand and flicked it at the door, which slammed shut with great force, he heard it lock in synch with the blinds being drawn of magical accord. Her eyes were feral and rather frightening, but he was rooted to the spot with a mixture of surprise and fear…

"Oh no, Professor Slughorn…on the contrary, I've paid special attention to your lessons…now it's time for me to teach you one of my own devising…" she said as he gulped, Dumbledore would never believe this story, even if it was true this time!

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Goyle & Hermione

"Could you make me another one of those cupcakes please, Miss Hermione?" whispered a voice from a deep alcove to her right; Hermione froze, hand on the doorknob to an abandoned classroom for a self-inflicted study period… [she had tried the Gryffindor Common Room, but sadly, the Twins were making such a racket…and mess, with their Skiving Snackboxes, there seemed no chance of studying there…]

"Goyle?" she asked, turning, "Whatever for? You know they were full if Sleeping Draught, don't you?" The hulking figure paused, "Oh…uh, in that case, can I have two…no three? One for me, cause they taste nice…and two full of your potion…I need to get away from Malfoy and Crabbe for a while…"

Hermione smirked, "I thought you liked those two?" she stated, with great authority, only to have him wave a hand at her, "Pfft! My dad works for Malfoy's dad, and me an' Crabbe have known each other for ages because of our dad's…doesn't mean I like them… I just want to get away without being followed for once!" Goyle yelled and pointed directly at where Blaise Zabini was concealing himself behind a statue further down the hall…

"I see…but, still…why would you want to get away?" she asked, watching the boy running away down the hall now that he had been discovered, and felt a hand whip her around…lips against her own as he murmured, "For this…"

The moment was lost as a puffed Draco came jogging up the hall, a huffing Crabbe at his back, and yelled, "Oh look! Are you seriously telling me, Goyle, that your evasion of us was all so you could lock-lips with Granger? A Gryffindor, and a Mudblood too…what will you tell your father? …Or should I do it? I can see the letter now… "Dear Mr. Goyle, are you aware by any chance, that your son is in love with Hermione Granger, a Mudblood from Gryffindor…" or something like that, we'll just have to wait for the final draft to-…"

WHAM.

And then Goyle punched Malfoy, "Don't ever call her that again…you bed-wetting freak!" Hermione's eyes glistened with excitement and love for the one who defended her heroically against her biggest oppressor…

Crabbe helped a suddenly quiet Malfoy down the hall, nursing his injured jaw as he murmured to his other henchman, "How could he? He promised he'd never tell! What a jerk!"

Hermione and Goyle just watched him go…and laughed, then, on sudden inspiration, Hermione turned and asked, "Goyle, what is your first name?" Vincent Goyle just laughed all the harder for the ridiculous situation…

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Ronald Weasley & Rita Skeeta

"Love?" he asked over the incessant scribbling, Rita looked over her desk at him, a quizzical expression plastered all over her suddenly-innocent face; she blinked, "Yes, Ron, darling?" Something twitched under his eye at the endearment and there was a momentary panic in her mind [maybe her Imperius Curse was wearing off and he was beginning to remember that little Mudblood wench?] but he simply replied, "Could you stop using that Quick Quotes Quill to record everything I tell you about me day? Probably sounds like some long-winded heroic tale by now, I suppose…" he jested to her.

The smile, though not as genuine as she would have liked, was warm and she sighed long and loud in relief…

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Umbridge & Trelawny

"I foresee…something involving candles and a ball of string this evening!" Professor Trelawney screamed with great prophetic vigour at the room's only other occupant, who reached over from her filing and patted the other on the hand, "That's nice dear. Now don't you think you should calm down a bit, Sybil, darling?"

Feeling a tad put-out by the lack of response, Sybil Trelawney began to sulk quietly; that is…that was the plan, at least until Dolores laughed and pulled out those exact items with a broad beam, "Well, do you want to make your vision come true or shall I?"

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Hagrid & Voldemort

"Dark Lord or not…I ain't going to let you go out an' destroy the world without a proper breakfast!" stated the half-giant, Voldemort frowned, "Well…alright…make it quick then!" he snapped, trying to regain control of the situation. Problem was, whenever he and his beloved Rubeus quarreled…it was always Hagrid that won…he could not deny the half-man anything.

Even Nagini liked the man, which was a great indicator of his moods towards the other; this man was a mountain and full of strength…not to mention the ball of anger against the wizarding society and their prejudices, that he had been withholding for all his life…it was glorious to bask in his anger, it so rivaled his own!

The other flicked a small pink umbrella at a pan in the middle of the Kitchen and the bacon within sprang to sizzling attention; he smiled that strange cold ghost of a smile that only he could and admonished, "Hagrid, darling, what have I told you about using that silly old thing? I have brought you a new wand you may use, please do so…it pleases me."

Rubeus gave him a sideways glance and took the new wand out from a tightly-sealed glass case by the sink, he was always paranoid that he might accidentally break it or someone would destroy it…so rarely used it and hid it away…Despite the assurances that, should either event occur, Voldemort would always find him a new one…

"Alright…for you, then…" he gruffly admitted, flicking the wand at the pan again, flipping the bacon and adding some eggs; toast appeared and stacked itself on a plate; and a most insistent chair seated Voldemort at the table before the plate. In a moment, the eggs levitated to land on his plate, perfect…as did the bacon, all crispy, just the way he liked it…

An orange nearby was busily wringing out it's juices into a jug which Hagrid then offered him; Voldemort sighed and thought just how wonderful his life was now Harry and his two friends were buried in the rose garden outside…

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Wormtail/Peter Pettigrew & Dobby

"I'm sorry, but you see why I must go now?" said the House Elf, large eyes full of pain and sadness, "Must go and help Master Potter, he is very nice to me! But Dobby wants to let Peter know he loves him too…must go, goodbye!" and the Elf disappeared in the way only House Elves could.

Leaving Wormtail staring in disbelief at where he had been, a silvery tail of tears rolling down his cheeks…somehow, he knew they would never meet again…

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Dumbledore & Colin Creevy

Flash!

Not again! Dumbledore, a man of many different talents and endless patience was discovering the latter was actually less 'endless' than previously believed…before his eyes had even opened that morning, he'd sensed the other had left –for their spot was cold and the covers rumpled. And then again that blasted sound…

Flash!

"Colin…may I stress to you how much I dislike the sound of your camera at such an early time in the morning?" he asked, cracking open one eye and groping for the half-moon glasses, which were summarily handed to him…

Flash!

"I warn you, Colin; we may be seeing one another, but that does not mean I will not give you a detention for incessant pestering of your Headmaster while he is trying to sleep!" he warned as the other climbed back under the covers and brought his youthful warmth with him.

"Oh, I don't know…it would be pretty hard to explain that on a Detention slip, don't you think, Albus?" chirped the boy, far too wise beyond his years…Dumbledore groaned, the boy had him there… "I concede to your logic…" he said graciously, half-awake.

There was silence a moment, then, "In that case…!"

Flash!

Dumbledore groaned and pulled the covers over his head…

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Pettigrew & McGonagall

She spied the rat sitting in the corner of her office, moments before it morphed into the man she knew so well. "Welcome, Peter, has it been that long already? My, my, how times flies…" she sighed, rubbing her eyes as she re-stacked several of the exams she had been marking…

"Indeed it has, Minerva! Come, let us go and get something to eat, though I request we do so in your Private Chambers, for I cannot see myself being welcomed in the Great Hall…considering I am supposed to be dead…" he grinned in that rattish way he had all but trademarked, McGonagall smiled and nodded her acquiescence.

She stood and reached for the door, pausing as he again made the change to his rat form, she slipped him into her pocket and very gravely informed him, "Just as long as you don't request any more cheese, I am thoroughly sick of it!"

She could have been mistaken, but the squeaking sounds that issued from her robe pocket as she made her way to her quarters [garnering many strange looks from passing students], sounded suspiciously like rat-laughter…

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Mrs. Weasley & Kingsley Shacklebolt (Auror)

They stood before the gravestone, the day was cold and bleak…rain pelted down in great fat drops that drove through any clothing until it soaked deep through to the skin… Long since had the Weasley children fallen silent, some sobbing without voice to their anguish…others staying as silent as the grave they stared upon. Reaching across, he took her hand, "Molly, I cannot express how sorry I am…but you must trust me when I say, this will get better. Would you like to say a few words?"

Molly Weasley stood forth from amongst the gaggle of her children, and also Harry and Hermione, who were technically honorary Weasleys…and knelt, still gripping Kingsley's hand tightly, like it was the only lifeline to the real world… The other hand clutched with surprising force at the cold, grey tombstone…

Her tears fell on the earth, as she whispered hoarsely, "You know without me saying it, how much I will miss you. Our family will never be the same without you, and if there was any way…you know I would go back and throw myself in the path of that Killing Curse…but I got him, darling…I got him back for that! Pettigrew was burned to cinders under the might of my Incendio charm…" she let out a broken laugh that fell into a half-sob.

"The children will miss you all our brood and Harry and Hermione, I remember how we used to joke about adopting them they were so close…you were father to them all…even Percy came, so we're all here for you love. We're all here, now… I suppose it's come time to say goodbye, else I shall sit here weeping for eternity on end, which I know you'd say would be silly…not with our brood! Goodbye, sweetheart…I'll never forget you… None of us will, you'll be in our hearts forever! Fleur has already stated firmly that our first grandchild –a boy, they just confirmed it!- will be named 'Arthur' in your honour…

I'll make sure to tell him about you every day…you know I will…" Kingsley squeezed her shoulder in support, "Oh, I'm babbling now…sorry love, I know you'd just tell me to stop being silly, but it's hard…Goodbye, darling. I promise to come back and tell you all about the family whenever I can; I know you'll be here…"

She wiped a tear away and stood up, leaning heavily on Kingsley as they began to move away; Ron was sandwiched in-between Hermione and Harry –who also clung to Ginny like his existence depended on it- completely pale under his mop of red hair. Fred and George were pressed close together, an arm about each other in comfort; whereas Bill was leading his younger brothers away with an arm about both Charlie and Percy's shoulders…steering the Weasley heard from the gravesite. It took the combined effort of Kingsley Shacklebolt and both the twins to restrain molly Weasley as she turned to run back again…with hushed reassurances, they carefully ushered her away with the rest of them.

Back to the Burrows, the only home most of them knew…as the uncaring world continued it's downpour on them all…

Inscribed in fine letters upon the stone, lashed by rain and standing guard over the recently interred grave before it, was the simple message: Arthur Weasley. Beloved Husband, Father & Friend to Many… He Lived in a World of Magic & Died Bringing Peace Between to our World, and that of the Muggles, whom he Loved so Much…

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Petunia & Snape

"Madam, I assure you…I bear no love for the Potter-boy either, but it is my duty to protect him from all things, and your husband was most definitely a threat…therefore, he had to die." Snape said calmly, McGonagall having ushered the bleeding and bruised Harry from the house many moments ago to be rushed to St. Mungo's. Petunia Dursley swallowed and stood a little straighter, "I…understand, Vernon went too far…too far." She repeated, almost to herself, blinking back tears and calming herself with deep breaths…

Dudley had been dragged away by the Weasley twins and an equally furious Ron Weasley a good five minutes ago, the question remained whether they would ever see the fat little Muggle again…no great loss either way…

Petunia pressed closer to her husband's murder and rested her head on the chest she could feel beneath the long, flowing black robes…turning her eyes deliberately to the sight he was trying to distract her from… Vernon was spread-eagled facing upright, a chair was smashed –though by his own hand over her sister's child- and there was blood spattering everywhere…

"A spell of my own devising, 'Sectumsempra', I am afraid that –though efficient- it does leave a lot to be desired in the cleaning department…" he said, but her heart was hard to her dead husband's plight, for what he had done was unforgivable. "I once loved your sister, we were friends in school," this man confided in her, and she felt her breath hitch, "and I swore that no matter what happened…I would ALWAYS come to the rescue of her son, no matter the cost."

Vernon was cold now, she could see it in the rigidity forming in his body…and it seemed to her mind, that she no longer cared for him; she may not be overly-fond of her late-sister's son, but there was no excuse for taking to the other with his fists. Nor the chair…nor even the vase from the table –a favourite of her mother's and a gift on their wedding day- she could not condone his actions, but acknowledged her own part in the escalation from verbal to physical confrontation…

"Thank you…for saving him, …Snape, is it?" she asked of the man staring intently at her face. "Severus, Severus Snape at your service madam. May I just say…you look very much like your sister, Petunia, very beautiful…" Her heart fluttered under her tiny, frail breast…as she looked into his eyes for the first time…surprised at the compliment. Vernon certainly never gave compliments so easily, theirs was a relationship of few thrills or pleasures…he was always a strong believer that romance was simply the stuff of fairy tales and nothing but pure nonsense…

A faint blush covered her cheeks, and she felt the mutual tug of attraction…stronger than anything she had ever felt for Vernon…she pressed closer, "You aren't so bad yourself…" she whispered and they both smiled, for it had been her first joke in many years…

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Luna & Snape

"Miss Lovegood, please explain why you are sipping at your 'Elixir of Sudden Death'?" rang out the stern voice of Professor Severus Snape, the student in question looked up in surprise, pink tongue half-way to the simmering black liquid in her ladle. Her wide eyes blinked, "Um…testing if it tastes right, sir!" she answered brightly and attempted to place her tongue in the ladle once again; but it was whisked away by a flick of the Potions Master's wand.

"How you were sorted into Ravenclaw, Miss Lovegood, I shall never know…" said Professor Snape, to the accolades of his Slytherin students, who laughed loud and long in support of their Head of House…Misters Potter and Weasley, along with the insufferable Miss Granger threw him withering glares as he called, "Miss Lovegood, please stand over in that corner and wait until class has been dismissed…then we shall discuss your Detention…" he drew out the last word with a malicious glee…

Luna spent the remainder of the lesson avidly searching the cracked brick walls directly before her for something called a 'Frumpysquirt'…and he saw the commiserating glances that those three little brats threw at the girl. Ah, but if only he could tell them…what expressions would they wear if they knew…?

He pressed a hand to her shoulder, staying her search…Luna swung about in a flurry of robes, to throw her arms about him, planting a kiss to his lips…

Yes…if only those little brats had stayed to see this…what would they say?

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Grawp & Hermione

He thought about her a lot. The pretty one with the long hair…she had come here once…spoken nicely and played with his 'bring-bring toy'… Though she was angry when he had picked her up, he didn't mean to make her angry…she was nice; his brother said her name was 'Hermyknee" and it was hard to say. But h would try, for her…for the pretty girl who liked his bell…

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Vernon Dursley & Mrs. Figg

He stalked about her home, wrinkling his nose in distaste as the smell of numerous cats and toast arose in such a powerful tidal wave of odour he nearly sneezed…from across the room, she watched him with curious eyes and a small teacup in her hand.

"I suppose," he said at length, "you have a little something to do with this magic tomfoolery…?" he inquired, stalking about the length of the room and turning back, like a military commander of a platoon strutting about on parade. He eyed her cats again, and it was surprising that this was the only bone of contention in their entire relationship…

"Darling Vernon, you know that I've told you I'm a…a Squib…" she choked on the word, and a switch was thrown on in his head, "Ah, yes…you can't use magic, can you? Well, that makes you normal enough…do you perchance wish to explain why you still have that blasted piece of wood?" he asked. Mrs. Figg narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to throw a sharp retort, then decided to change her tactic…

She purred almost as loudly as her multitude of cats, seductively removing her glasses and pulling her hair out of the slick grey bun…creeping closer and pulling out said 'blasted piece of wood'…as she pressed to his chest and whispered suggestively, "I may not be able to do magic, Vernon, but I can certainly use a wand…after all, it's how you use it that counts…" she purred and disappeared into the bedroom.

Vernon Dursley blinked a second, revised his view on magic, and followed swiftly…

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