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kingronbweasley-deactivated2014

...Harry's in my body? Did we somehow get into the polyjuice supply –– ? No, no, that's not posible...for Melin's sake, what on earth is going on here?

#ch; ron

Hermione??

Hermione please tell me that it’s you in there

#hello!#im sabrina #ch; ron

Yes, it's me in here and I am not amused. Ronald, where is Harry?

Something is not right.

#hallowsbodyswap #hallowsstarter

sarcasticdraco-malfoy-blog

unanticpated encounter || draco & hermione

Down the line. Wand scan- checking for any spells that had recently been cast, making sure the wand was registered along with a witch or wizard- droll and tedious, but all part of the process. Draco prowled down the line, jerking his head at the people that passed. There was nothing suspicious here. Then…he came upon the pretty stranger, and his brow furrowed, a red light flickering on the end of his wand. She wasn’t registered, “Right, so,” He looked at her, an eyebrow raised, “Name. Which shop you purchased your wand from, and can you tell me exactly why you haven’t reported to the ministry for registration? Lots of Mudbloods out there to be weary about.” He spoke with an air of authority, expecting some lame ‘I was going today’ excuse. Whatever the case, he really couldn’t care less. It would be taken care of.

#unanticpated encounter #srry this is late

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide their shaking. She contorted her face into what she hoped was a look that exuded mild irritation and pure arrogance. Twenty-two minutes. "Virginia Fawley. I purchased it from a wandmaker in America. I haven't reported to the Ministry because I'm not a citizen here, and I answer to the American one," she said flatly, pitching her voice in what she hoped would pass as a haughty, American accent. "This is the second time I've been questioned, and not to mention that the first time, my intelligence was also insulted with the implication of being a Mudblood." Her lip twitched in the smallest of grimaces. Twenty-minutes.

ginmweasley

Owl to Harry and Hermione

"I don’t like that they’re using everyone we care about to get to me, Hermione. We have to find these horcruxes now. We have to find them. Destroy them so we can go back. They need us, Hermione."

"And we will find them, Harry," Hermione said. "Finding bits of the darkest wizard of all time's soul is going to take some time, and hey, we've already found one." She gestured at the large locket. "And we may find something out when we visit the orphanage too."

#okay!#ch; harry

ginmweasley

Owl to Harry and Hermione

"Hermione!" Harry yelled into the tent. "Hermione! It’s from Ginny!" Harry gave the bird a scrap of food from what he was eating, taking the parchment into the tent, practically thrusting it in her face so she could read it herself. "It’s because of me, Hermione! They are trying to smoke me out!"

#owl; ginny #ch; harry #w9 how will this work

"Ginny?" Hermione popped up from her seated position, the book on her lap falling to the floor as she scurried over to Harry, taking the letter from his hands. As her drank in Ginny's words, a frown appeared on her face.

"Harry, they are not trying to smoke you out," she said after a few seconds. "They know damn well you aren't at the school. It isn't your fault that they're all psychotic." She grabbed a nearby quill and a worn piece of parchment. "We've got to write back and tell her we'll send word if we learn anything."

déguisé || seamus & hermione

"Yeah, that’s probably it." Seamus said through a mouthful of ice cream. "Or maybe he’s on a fairy princess trip with all of his lovers." This sarcastic comment wasn’t directed at Hermione, just at things in general.

A laugh fell from Seamus lips, “beyond disgusting. Yes, they’re there.” Years of hearing Harry say his name had made Seamus more accustomed to it, but Seamus still had to fight a cringe when Hermione nearly said it. “Maybe they are, the might as well be. McGonagall, Flitwick, and a few others are still there, but there’s only so much they can do without being fired.”

Hermione's brows rose as she brought another spoonful of ice cream to her mouth and took a bite. "If he were I'd be wrought with envy," she said, eyes dropping to her watch momentarily before returning to the bowl of ice cream in front of her.

She wrinkled her nose in distaste, lines of disapproval appearing on her forehead. "And are they actually teaching classes? Defense? Muggle Studies?" she asked, her tone mildly horrified at the thought.

déguisé || seamus & hermione

"No, he left over the summer. He appeared a couple of times in random places, but I haven’t seen or heard from him in awhile." Unconvinced, Seamus added, "but it’s probably just not safe for him."

"It’s Slytherin heaven. Malfoy has been having a field day acting like the Carrow’s pet. Similar to when Umbridge was there, only now there’s three of her and no Dumbledore to watch over her."

Hermione's concerned frown remained. "Well hopefully he's alright," she said, prodding at her ice cream with her spoon. "Maybe he managed to get out of the country. It's safer out there than here I think."

Her frown turned into a scowl. "That's disgusting," she said, brows knitting together. "The Carrows are there? Are all the professors working for Vold –– You-Know-Who now? Is Professor McGonagall still there?"

in the dark || open

I’ve been out here too long, Hermione. I think I’ve gone round the bend.

You haven't gone round the bend. It's likely just stress paired with isolation and that bloody chunk of jewelry. Here, pass it over, your time's just about over anyhow.

#ch; harry

in the dark || open

What was that?

Harry, there's nothing out there. It's probably just the dark playing tricks on you.

#ch; harry

déguisé || seamus & hermione

Seamus nodded, “Dean’s been doing the same.” Something told him he’s probably already said that, but it was forever on his mind. There wasn’t really a positive spin that Seamus could put on his feelings. “Dunno. I guess the best thing would be if someone re-started the D.A. Or if we got the three of you back. Or at least the Weasley twins for some comic relief. Whatever happens, though, I’m not going to keep my head down, the way things are going is archaic.”

Hermione frowned, her brows knitting together in concern. "Dean's not at school?" she asked. Of course he wouldn't be. Muggleborn. "Nevermind, stupid question. "But have you heard anything from him?" Her frown deepened, fingers drumming against the table. "What's been happening over there?"

sarcasticdraco-malfoy-blog

unanticpated encounter || draco & hermione

Of all the soddy things to be called back for, Draco was placed on patrol. Bloody Patrol. Half of him wondered if this was punishment for some mess up his father had managed again. It wouldn’t surprise him in the least. Still, at least it was only one night- then he would return to his post at Hogwarts. They were making their final rounds, knowing that the ‘ministry’ expected something to come of their ‘duty’, but the day had been pretty uneventful. This, the final stop, would have to prove something- even if it was just questioning random innocent witches and wizards. As they walked in, Draco’s disinterested eyes skimmed across the people. Letting out a breath, he spoke snidely, “Alright, all of you, present your wands. This can be quick and painless for everyone.”

#omg its fine #para; draco #unanticpated encounter

Hermione blanched, barely suppressing a groan. No, no, no. She did not have time for this. Her eyes flickered to her watch again –– twenty-five minutes –– and she had to remind herself to remain calm. There's no way this would take twenty minutes or longer. Right? Right. Or at least she hoped.

A rustling filled the store patrons went pulling out there wands from their various placeholders. Twenty- four minutes. She pulled her wand out of her bag and balanced it on the palm of her hand, her face settling into a mask of what she hoped looked like cool composure.

déguisé || seamus & hermione

"The risk is half the fun!" Not that he’d expect Hermione to agree, her decisions were logic based. "But best to go on the safe side. I think I’ll have chocolate." Quickly, Seamus ordered, and then waited for Hermione. "So what’s it like? Out there?"

"I suppose that's true, though I've never been one for risks, you know. Maybe one of these days I'll muster up the courage," she said. She ordered after Seamus, opting for a vanilla chocolate swirl rather than strawberry. After ordering, Hermione joined him, eyes darting about the shop quickly before replying to his question. "Nothing too exciting, if I'm being entirely honestly. We haven't done much yet, a whole lot of sitting around and keeping out of sight and planning. In fact, I do reckon this is the first time I've really been out since Bill and Fleur's." She shrugged. "Enough about me though, how do you feel about heading back to school? With Snape being Headmaster now and all, things are bound to be different."

#unanticpated encounter #para; draco #ok so this is kinda lame nd rlly long yours doesnt have 2 be this long

unanticpated encounter || draco & hermione

Hermione tucked a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. Well, not really her ear –– she'd taken the shape of a Muggle girl she'd spotted in London a few weeks ago, for emergency purposes. Returning into the heart of the wizarding world was a last minute resort, but Ron's wounds had reopened and the trio was out of dittany and salve. So, here she was. Security had increased drastically since the Ministry break-in, she'd noticed. Death Eaters seemed to be almost everywhere she looked, pairs of them patrolling around Diagon Alley –– the once lively area now lacking that energy and life it used to have.

In her hands she held several bottles of dittany, tubes of salve, and calming draughts. Her foot tapped impatiently against the wooden floor, eyes darting around the store before dropping to her watch. The ringing of a bell cut through the quiet murmurs filling the store. Hermione gaze snapped to the door as three people entered.

Death Eaters. Lovely.

Maskless, they were, so Hermione let her eyes flit over each of their faces quickly. Dolohov, Travers, and –– her mouth nearly dropped open as she recognized who the last one was. She swiveled her head forward again and trained her gaze on the person in front of her, painfully aware of the wanted posters plastering the wall opposite her. Her moving image suddenly mocking.

Of all the luck in the world, leave it to me to pick the same shop as Draco fucking Malfoy.

The girl shifted uneasily on her feet, gaze dropping to her watch once more as the line moved up. She needed to leave, and soon. But they needed these potions, badly.

ewatsondaily

#fc

déguisé || seamus & hermione

"Sure thing." Seamus glanced over the menu. "I always get the ice cream with Berties Every Flavor Beans in it, but last time there were a few too many that tasted like pepper, so I’m not exactly sure. Do you have an idea?"