Gift Fics for Starrysummer
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slumberRight, bit of a backgrounder. Waaaaay back when it was still summer, I went up to an almost-stranger and asked her for a Gmail invite, which she graciously gave me, despite the fact that I was only a friend of her friend. I told her I'd write her at least 500 words of any ship she wanted, and her requests were either Lucius/Pansy, Bellatrix/Neville, and Ernie/Hermione. I told her I'd do the last.
Six months later, I have no Ernie/Hermione to show for my efforts. This is really quite sad, if not a bit funny. She's never asked me about the ficlets, and yeah, it kind of looks like I chickened out altogether, but I love my Gmail to tiny little bits and pieces and she is a very sweet girl.
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starrysummer, thank you ever so much. I apologise for being half a year late, and I wibble upon these fics, but I do hope you enjoy them. Happy Christmas!
Title: Summer Bride
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Pansy
Length: 850 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Pansy marries into the Malfoy family.
"Marvelous," Sylvia Parkinson declared.
"Perfect," Narcissa Malfoy murmured.
"Utterly gorgeous," Daphne Greengrass gushed.
"Absolutely divine," a fourth voice chimed in from the doorway. Three heads immediately turned round, and a chorus of surprised women rushed to close the door.
"What are you doing--"
"It's horrid luck--"
"The groom shouldn't see--"
"Draco!" Pansy pushed through the three women, giggling in amusement, beautiful in the white garments that left her neck and shoulders bare. She stood on tiptoe to pull down Draco's tie and touched her lips to his in an openmouthed kiss.
"Now, darling, let's save that for later," Draco teased, eyes glancing up to the three other women in the room with them.
"Go on now, shoo, you're not supposed to see the bride at all," Narcissa scolded her son, nudging him gently toward the hall.
"Superstitions," Draco declared haughtily. "It's a beautiful June morning, my bride is radiant, and the wedding's in an hour. Nothing can go wrong."
"It's tradition, Draco."
"We shall make a new one."
"Regardless of which," Sylvia spoke up. "The bride has to get ready. Go on now, we'll take care of her for you."
"She'll be yours forever in an hour's time," Daphne promised, shutting the door on Draco's face.
"Daphne!" Pansy exclaimed in a scandalised tone.
"Oh, in a year's time you'll be begging me to close the door on his face," Daphne said with a wave of her hand and a sly, playful smirk on her face.
"Ladies, we've only an hour left," Narcissa reminded them all, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice.
"I'll check to see if Blaise is ready," Daphne offered, stepping out of the room.
"Mm, but for my wedding, or hers?" Pansy smirked, sitting down in front of the vanity mirror to check the glamour charms she'd put on. Sylvia bustled about behind her and added a few more charms to make sure Pansy's hair was perfect.
"The guests are arriving; I'll tell the servants to escort them to their designated seats," Narcissa told Sylvia.
"Oh, that reminds me - the house elves have to be given last minute instructions about cooking the food," Sylvia said. "I'll go out with you. You'll be alright by yourself here, Pansy?"
"I think I can handle myself for an hour, mother," Pansy replied, smiling.
"Right, then, I'll fetch you when we need you," Sylvia said before she and Narcissa walked out the door.
*
"Come in," Pansy called out. The knocking on her door stopped and Lucius Malfoy walked in.
"I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
"Oh no, sir, I'm almost quite done," Pansy said, standing up immediately and clumsily knocking her chair down. She mumbled a hasty apology and bent to pick up the chair but Lucius had already charmed it back up.
"Nervous, are we?"
"Not entirely, sir," Pansy answered.
"You know you'll do us proud to have you for our daughter-in-law," Lucius remarked, stepping closer to Pansy and tilting her chin up gently to study her face. "You've grown up beautifully."
"Thank you, sir." Pansy blushed, lowering her eyes to the ground.
"Now go ahead and continue what you were doing before I came in. I'd rather not distract you from making my son the happiest man alive today."
"Oh, but it really isn't--"
"I insist."
Pansy nodded meekly and sat herself back on her seat, swallowing nervously as she reached for the necklace her father had gifted her with for her wedding.
"Let me put that on," Lucius said softly from behind her. She handed him the white gold chain and watched his reflection in the mirror as he swept her long black hair away from the nape of her neck and over the front of her shoulders. The chain was cool on her pale skin, and the ornate emerald pendant heavy against her chest, and she shivered slightly.
"You do look every bit the radiant bride today, don't you?" Lucius said, placing both his hands on her shoulders. "You've to stop being so tense, though."
Pansy looked up at Lucius' reflection in the mirror, where he stared right back at her. Her gaze shifted downwards again, and he began massaging her shoulders, strong fingers kneading through the muscles from shoulders to neck in firm, circular strokes.
"Relax," he leaned down to whisper in her ear, breath warm over the skin on her neck. Pansy obeyed, closing her eyes and wishing his lips had come closer to her skin.
*
Draco slept soundly beside her, and she placed her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat until morning came, when he nudged his eyes open and gave her a groggy smile.
She kissed his jaw and drew a trail on his chest, fingers dancing up to tangle in his hair, which suddenly seemed too short and too fine. She tugged his head down and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"Good morning, Mrs Malfoy," Draco whispered, kissing her fingers delicately before pressing gentle lips to her forehead.
Pansy giggled lightly. "Mrs Malfoy. I like the sound of that."
~*~
Title: Superimposition
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix/Neville
Length: 875 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Neville wants to avenge his parents, but it isn't so easy.
Notes: Erm, I don't know if I got Bellatrix quite right, or Neville, for that matter. I'm not used to writing either, so apologies in advance.
The hot summer air prickled through his skin, and small beads of sweat formed at the back of his neck and under his arms and over his back until his robes clung to him, dark wet patches slowly colouring the faded blue fabric. Above him the bright glare of the London sun reflected itself off the broken windows of houses that once belonged to a small village of wizards before the Death Eaters had attacked it. Around him there was no one--the other Aurors had come and defended what they could, and they'd chased away the rest of the Death Eaters they couldn't arrest or kill--but he knew, when she'd called him by name from behind her Mask in the battle earlier, that she'd stay behind, too.
The grip on his wand tightened, and blood rushed to every nerve-tip of his body. He'd never been so consciously alert of every flutter of air, never been so accutely aware of every whisper of movement, as he was then. In his head he ran down the list of spells, curses, attacks, defenses that he'd ever had to use in battle, the tips of his fingers poised and ready to flick and swish instinctively at the slightest provocation.
There was a thin ripple of air somewhere to his left and he turned right around, wrist swift and the words of a curse uttered even before Bellatrix Lestrange had fully Apparated. She gave a cry of surprise, and he wasted no time casting curse after curse upon her, hatred close to consuming him. She managed to dodge the last few ones, gathered her wits long enough to pop out again, and in the flurry of movement Neville did not have the time to anticipate where she would next appear.
"Petrificus Totalus," she commanded from behind him, and she giggled girlishly as his chin cracked painfully against the ground.
"You Gryffindor fools know nothing," she murmured, tangling long fingers into a fistful of his hair and pulling his head up from the ground to study his face. "You've grown."
"Shut up and let me kill you," he gritted out, muscles straining against the spell, strength exerting itself against the magical binds. His eyes flashed with hatred--much of it directed at her, yes, but there was a bit of it for him as well, for being bested by such a simple spell, for letting her acquire another victory over him.
She smiled, red lips curling up and dark eyes lighting up with delight. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she cooed, letting the hand that gripped his hair slide down to cup his cheek, the heel of her palm tilting his chin up. "You think, if I gave you a Gryffindor's chance and duelled with you, you'd be able to kill me, don't you?"
He said nothing.
"You silly boy," she purred, patting his cheek gently.
"Let me go."
"You're not even going to beg, are you?" her smile turned predatory.
"I'm going to kill you."
"I'd like to see you try."
She stepped back then, for a few minutes, tucking her wand into her robes and holding both hands palm up, smiling benignly down at him. In these moments he summoned all his willpower and pushed against the binds, but all he showed for it was the strain of a vein along his neck and frustrated gasps of breath. Eventually she took out her wand again, muttering a short spell that levitated him to a standing position, and she giggled as she threw him against a wall. His back cracked against the concrete and he slumped forward, still bound.
"Is this the vengeance you sought for your parents?" she asked, and his head snapped back up, hatred flashing from his eyes. "They will be so disappointed, don't you think?"
He started to say something but she cut him off, cold voice uttering the Cruciatus Curse and his words were immediately replaced with a scream as he felt stinging pain breaking through every bone of his body, burning through every nerve cell and cutting through his skin like a thousand tiny knives. He wanted to thrash about but the Petrificus kept his body in place, and he was unable to distract himself from the pain pain pain until it stopped, all of a sudden--minutes or hours later, he wasn't certain, except that it felt like days--and she knelt down in front of him.
"On the other hand," she said casually, as if they'd been having a conversation all this time. "I rather think they won't be too disappointed in you at all. You rather take after them yourself, you know."
He was panting heavily, body still throbbing from the curse and skin damp with sweat. Her fingers brushed through his cheek softly, almost lovingly, and she turned his face to hers.
"You scream just like your father," she whispered in a voice so nostalgic and wistful it chilled him to the bones. Her eyes locked with his, empty black with fierce brown, and she leaned forward to suck on his lower lip, biting it suddenly--he snarled and hissed with pain--and drawing out blood. Then she smiled. "And how marvelous--you taste just like your mother."
~*~
Title: And Again
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix/Ernie/Hermione
Length: 500 words
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Hermione's been broken, and Ernie can't fix her.
Notes: Much as I tried, I could not write Ernie/Hermione. It was somehow too, um, harmonious for me. Then I saw Bellatrix/Ernie/Hermione in your interests, which was a bit eye-catching, as you're the only one who had that listed, so I thought maybe I'd write you that instead, as technically, it is still Ernie/Hermione. ;) (Also, ack. Pardon the cheesy summary.)
She'd been touched by the darkness, and she wouldn't let him closer. He watched instead--I worry for you, he had said, to which she uttered nothing in reply--and he held her when he could, but she'd faded and flickered until she was almost consumed by shadows.
*
Bella, she'd whispered once, in a voice so soft it had been hushed by the enveloping silence of the night and stolen away by the rustle of sheets, and if he hadn't been looking at her he wouldn't have read it from the shape of her mouth. And so there it was, glazed eyes and soft pink lips wrapped around a name that wasn't his.
*
He walked through her thoughts when she wasn't looking--she never looked though, so it didn't matter anyway--and the shifting illusions of her mind danced around him in jumbles of images and flashes of nightmares. From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of her shadow, and he followed it to where it twisted and bent and came alive under the touch of long, elegant fingers and teasing red lips, and she wasn't a shadow anymore.
*
Unlike the rest of them, she didn't tremble in fear and she didn't cry herself to sleep, because she'd been there, and she knew what to expect, and it couldn't be more terrible than the last time, but he knew that secretly, she'd wanted it all along too. She smiled calmly at him and held his hand and whispered soothing things, but he saw the anticipation in her eyes searching through every hooded figure that passed by, saw her starving brown eyes trying to catch glimpses of long fingers beneath black robes, because he looked for them as well.
*
They were called for, when it was just the two of them left in the dank and quiet place, and she stood up from where he'd been holding her and he knew he'd lost her again, but he stood beside her still and there she was, red lips full and cruel, a cascade of black hair falling over pale skin from under her hood. She dragged a finger down the side of her face and her brown eyes almost begged, and he knew the darkness had come again.
*
Bella, she whispered again, but there was no silence to smother it and no rustle of sheets to steal it away and he heard it drawn out from her soft pink lips, even though he hadn't been looking at her mouth. And he heard more--a throaty murmur of silken voice, a delicate, desperate gasp of breath--but her name echoed the loudest through the stone walls of his head.
*
She grew brighter with the darkness as it touched her, and she moved and breathed and could not be swallowed by the shadows. He watched, and when long pale fingers beckoned, he heeded, because it was the only way she'd let him closer, if he was touched by the darkness too.
Six months later, I have no Ernie/Hermione to show for my efforts. This is really quite sad, if not a bit funny. She's never asked me about the ficlets, and yeah, it kind of looks like I chickened out altogether, but I love my Gmail to tiny little bits and pieces and she is a very sweet girl.
starrysummer, thank you ever so much. I apologise for being half a year late, and I wibble upon these fics, but I do hope you enjoy them. Happy Christmas!Title: Summer Bride
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Pansy
Length: 850 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Pansy marries into the Malfoy family.
"Marvelous," Sylvia Parkinson declared.
"Perfect," Narcissa Malfoy murmured.
"Utterly gorgeous," Daphne Greengrass gushed.
"Absolutely divine," a fourth voice chimed in from the doorway. Three heads immediately turned round, and a chorus of surprised women rushed to close the door.
"What are you doing--"
"It's horrid luck--"
"The groom shouldn't see--"
"Draco!" Pansy pushed through the three women, giggling in amusement, beautiful in the white garments that left her neck and shoulders bare. She stood on tiptoe to pull down Draco's tie and touched her lips to his in an openmouthed kiss.
"Now, darling, let's save that for later," Draco teased, eyes glancing up to the three other women in the room with them.
"Go on now, shoo, you're not supposed to see the bride at all," Narcissa scolded her son, nudging him gently toward the hall.
"Superstitions," Draco declared haughtily. "It's a beautiful June morning, my bride is radiant, and the wedding's in an hour. Nothing can go wrong."
"It's tradition, Draco."
"We shall make a new one."
"Regardless of which," Sylvia spoke up. "The bride has to get ready. Go on now, we'll take care of her for you."
"She'll be yours forever in an hour's time," Daphne promised, shutting the door on Draco's face.
"Daphne!" Pansy exclaimed in a scandalised tone.
"Oh, in a year's time you'll be begging me to close the door on his face," Daphne said with a wave of her hand and a sly, playful smirk on her face.
"Ladies, we've only an hour left," Narcissa reminded them all, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice.
"I'll check to see if Blaise is ready," Daphne offered, stepping out of the room.
"Mm, but for my wedding, or hers?" Pansy smirked, sitting down in front of the vanity mirror to check the glamour charms she'd put on. Sylvia bustled about behind her and added a few more charms to make sure Pansy's hair was perfect.
"The guests are arriving; I'll tell the servants to escort them to their designated seats," Narcissa told Sylvia.
"Oh, that reminds me - the house elves have to be given last minute instructions about cooking the food," Sylvia said. "I'll go out with you. You'll be alright by yourself here, Pansy?"
"I think I can handle myself for an hour, mother," Pansy replied, smiling.
"Right, then, I'll fetch you when we need you," Sylvia said before she and Narcissa walked out the door.
"Come in," Pansy called out. The knocking on her door stopped and Lucius Malfoy walked in.
"I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
"Oh no, sir, I'm almost quite done," Pansy said, standing up immediately and clumsily knocking her chair down. She mumbled a hasty apology and bent to pick up the chair but Lucius had already charmed it back up.
"Nervous, are we?"
"Not entirely, sir," Pansy answered.
"You know you'll do us proud to have you for our daughter-in-law," Lucius remarked, stepping closer to Pansy and tilting her chin up gently to study her face. "You've grown up beautifully."
"Thank you, sir." Pansy blushed, lowering her eyes to the ground.
"Now go ahead and continue what you were doing before I came in. I'd rather not distract you from making my son the happiest man alive today."
"Oh, but it really isn't--"
"I insist."
Pansy nodded meekly and sat herself back on her seat, swallowing nervously as she reached for the necklace her father had gifted her with for her wedding.
"Let me put that on," Lucius said softly from behind her. She handed him the white gold chain and watched his reflection in the mirror as he swept her long black hair away from the nape of her neck and over the front of her shoulders. The chain was cool on her pale skin, and the ornate emerald pendant heavy against her chest, and she shivered slightly.
"You do look every bit the radiant bride today, don't you?" Lucius said, placing both his hands on her shoulders. "You've to stop being so tense, though."
Pansy looked up at Lucius' reflection in the mirror, where he stared right back at her. Her gaze shifted downwards again, and he began massaging her shoulders, strong fingers kneading through the muscles from shoulders to neck in firm, circular strokes.
"Relax," he leaned down to whisper in her ear, breath warm over the skin on her neck. Pansy obeyed, closing her eyes and wishing his lips had come closer to her skin.
Draco slept soundly beside her, and she placed her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat until morning came, when he nudged his eyes open and gave her a groggy smile.
She kissed his jaw and drew a trail on his chest, fingers dancing up to tangle in his hair, which suddenly seemed too short and too fine. She tugged his head down and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"Good morning, Mrs Malfoy," Draco whispered, kissing her fingers delicately before pressing gentle lips to her forehead.
Pansy giggled lightly. "Mrs Malfoy. I like the sound of that."
~*~
Title: Superimposition
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix/Neville
Length: 875 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Neville wants to avenge his parents, but it isn't so easy.
Notes: Erm, I don't know if I got Bellatrix quite right, or Neville, for that matter. I'm not used to writing either, so apologies in advance.
The hot summer air prickled through his skin, and small beads of sweat formed at the back of his neck and under his arms and over his back until his robes clung to him, dark wet patches slowly colouring the faded blue fabric. Above him the bright glare of the London sun reflected itself off the broken windows of houses that once belonged to a small village of wizards before the Death Eaters had attacked it. Around him there was no one--the other Aurors had come and defended what they could, and they'd chased away the rest of the Death Eaters they couldn't arrest or kill--but he knew, when she'd called him by name from behind her Mask in the battle earlier, that she'd stay behind, too.
The grip on his wand tightened, and blood rushed to every nerve-tip of his body. He'd never been so consciously alert of every flutter of air, never been so accutely aware of every whisper of movement, as he was then. In his head he ran down the list of spells, curses, attacks, defenses that he'd ever had to use in battle, the tips of his fingers poised and ready to flick and swish instinctively at the slightest provocation.
There was a thin ripple of air somewhere to his left and he turned right around, wrist swift and the words of a curse uttered even before Bellatrix Lestrange had fully Apparated. She gave a cry of surprise, and he wasted no time casting curse after curse upon her, hatred close to consuming him. She managed to dodge the last few ones, gathered her wits long enough to pop out again, and in the flurry of movement Neville did not have the time to anticipate where she would next appear.
"Petrificus Totalus," she commanded from behind him, and she giggled girlishly as his chin cracked painfully against the ground.
"You Gryffindor fools know nothing," she murmured, tangling long fingers into a fistful of his hair and pulling his head up from the ground to study his face. "You've grown."
"Shut up and let me kill you," he gritted out, muscles straining against the spell, strength exerting itself against the magical binds. His eyes flashed with hatred--much of it directed at her, yes, but there was a bit of it for him as well, for being bested by such a simple spell, for letting her acquire another victory over him.
She smiled, red lips curling up and dark eyes lighting up with delight. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she cooed, letting the hand that gripped his hair slide down to cup his cheek, the heel of her palm tilting his chin up. "You think, if I gave you a Gryffindor's chance and duelled with you, you'd be able to kill me, don't you?"
He said nothing.
"You silly boy," she purred, patting his cheek gently.
"Let me go."
"You're not even going to beg, are you?" her smile turned predatory.
"I'm going to kill you."
"I'd like to see you try."
She stepped back then, for a few minutes, tucking her wand into her robes and holding both hands palm up, smiling benignly down at him. In these moments he summoned all his willpower and pushed against the binds, but all he showed for it was the strain of a vein along his neck and frustrated gasps of breath. Eventually she took out her wand again, muttering a short spell that levitated him to a standing position, and she giggled as she threw him against a wall. His back cracked against the concrete and he slumped forward, still bound.
"Is this the vengeance you sought for your parents?" she asked, and his head snapped back up, hatred flashing from his eyes. "They will be so disappointed, don't you think?"
He started to say something but she cut him off, cold voice uttering the Cruciatus Curse and his words were immediately replaced with a scream as he felt stinging pain breaking through every bone of his body, burning through every nerve cell and cutting through his skin like a thousand tiny knives. He wanted to thrash about but the Petrificus kept his body in place, and he was unable to distract himself from the pain pain pain until it stopped, all of a sudden--minutes or hours later, he wasn't certain, except that it felt like days--and she knelt down in front of him.
"On the other hand," she said casually, as if they'd been having a conversation all this time. "I rather think they won't be too disappointed in you at all. You rather take after them yourself, you know."
He was panting heavily, body still throbbing from the curse and skin damp with sweat. Her fingers brushed through his cheek softly, almost lovingly, and she turned his face to hers.
"You scream just like your father," she whispered in a voice so nostalgic and wistful it chilled him to the bones. Her eyes locked with his, empty black with fierce brown, and she leaned forward to suck on his lower lip, biting it suddenly--he snarled and hissed with pain--and drawing out blood. Then she smiled. "And how marvelous--you taste just like your mother."
~*~
Title: And Again
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix/Ernie/Hermione
Length: 500 words
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Hermione's been broken, and Ernie can't fix her.
Notes: Much as I tried, I could not write Ernie/Hermione. It was somehow too, um, harmonious for me. Then I saw Bellatrix/Ernie/Hermione in your interests, which was a bit eye-catching, as you're the only one who had that listed, so I thought maybe I'd write you that instead, as technically, it is still Ernie/Hermione. ;) (Also, ack. Pardon the cheesy summary.)
She'd been touched by the darkness, and she wouldn't let him closer. He watched instead--I worry for you, he had said, to which she uttered nothing in reply--and he held her when he could, but she'd faded and flickered until she was almost consumed by shadows.
Bella, she'd whispered once, in a voice so soft it had been hushed by the enveloping silence of the night and stolen away by the rustle of sheets, and if he hadn't been looking at her he wouldn't have read it from the shape of her mouth. And so there it was, glazed eyes and soft pink lips wrapped around a name that wasn't his.
He walked through her thoughts when she wasn't looking--she never looked though, so it didn't matter anyway--and the shifting illusions of her mind danced around him in jumbles of images and flashes of nightmares. From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of her shadow, and he followed it to where it twisted and bent and came alive under the touch of long, elegant fingers and teasing red lips, and she wasn't a shadow anymore.
Unlike the rest of them, she didn't tremble in fear and she didn't cry herself to sleep, because she'd been there, and she knew what to expect, and it couldn't be more terrible than the last time, but he knew that secretly, she'd wanted it all along too. She smiled calmly at him and held his hand and whispered soothing things, but he saw the anticipation in her eyes searching through every hooded figure that passed by, saw her starving brown eyes trying to catch glimpses of long fingers beneath black robes, because he looked for them as well.
They were called for, when it was just the two of them left in the dank and quiet place, and she stood up from where he'd been holding her and he knew he'd lost her again, but he stood beside her still and there she was, red lips full and cruel, a cascade of black hair falling over pale skin from under her hood. She dragged a finger down the side of her face and her brown eyes almost begged, and he knew the darkness had come again.
Bella, she whispered again, but there was no silence to smother it and no rustle of sheets to steal it away and he heard it drawn out from her soft pink lips, even though he hadn't been looking at her mouth. And he heard more--a throaty murmur of silken voice, a delicate, desperate gasp of breath--but her name echoed the loudest through the stone walls of his head.
She grew brighter with the darkness as it touched her, and she moved and breathed and could not be swallowed by the shadows. He watched, and when long pale fingers beckoned, he heeded, because it was the only way she'd let him closer, if he was touched by the darkness too.
Tags:
- character: bellatrix lestrange,
- character: ernie macmillan,
- character: hermione granger,
- character: lucius malfoy,
- character: neville longbottom,
- character: pansy parkinson,
- fic rating: pg13,
- fic rating: r,
- fic type: femmeslash,
- fic type: het,
- fic type: rare ships,
- fic word count: 201-500,
- fic word count: 501-999
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Date: 2004-12-25 06:34 am (UTC)Thank you so much! I had forgotten, so don't worry about the lateness. I so appreciate that you still got around to them. And even without the Ernie/Hermione, the other two are pairings I just adore and you're right, I do love love Ernie/Hermione/Bellatrix odd and completely insane as it is.
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-12-25 08:37 pm (UTC)