Flashback
Lucifer awoke to the sweet smell of Hermione's hair, and his arms wrapped around her waist.
He spooned into her more, trying to keep himself in the moment before it would inevitably end up going for a shower just a couple of minutes later.
You see, today was the day where the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would board the Hogwarts Express and return to school after the summer holidays.
Hermione had woken a while ago, but she, too, had the same idea as Lucifer and had snuggled herself deeper into his embrace.
This was most likely one of her favourite unsexual positions to be in with Lucifer, since she loved the feeling of his breath on the back of her neck.
The ripples of electricity that it sent through her was thrilling, not to mention the package that would rub against her when she shuffled around.
She would often tug Lucifer's arms around her tighter, acting like a shield and a blanket in one, protecting her from the bad dreams she would normally get when she was without her Lucifer.
Ginny, like normal, was lying in the bed directly opposite theirs with some second hand earmuffs Mrs Weasley had bought after many requests.
Hermione and Lucifer would always ignore like she wasn't there, or it didn't matter, only resulting in Ginny feeling even more awkward when they shared passionate kisses or romantic cuddles in bed.
Ginny had no way of completely blocking out the sight even after using curtains, and would politely ask them both to refrain from starting anything until she had gone to sleep.
"That is disgusting! Would you not!?" Ginny would like to say when she stumbled across the couple acting as all intimate couples do.
Very polite... compared to Ron, who only dared to exclaim one day of telling them both to 'shove off' 'get a room' when he saw lips touching lips.
But after being warned by Lucifer and Hermione to curse him, Ron most days kept his mouth shut.
Harry was just getting second hand embarrassment when he was spotted with them at certain times. He would usually awkwardly wait next to them, swaying from side to side as if dancing to some imaginary music, until they separated from each other.
Fred and George weren't afraid of pulling pranks on the couple, well, for the first week. They cowered at Hermione's glare these days if they got too close.
She had had enough of the twins' many attempts to make Charlie secretly perform the lip locker curse on her, especially after under the table fiasco.
The lip locker curse would usually just stop people from talking, but the twins had managed to adapt the spell so that it would freeze people's lips together.
One time, Lucifer was in deep sleep, while Hermione on the other hand was very busy snogging the boy's morning prick to death for the past ten minutes or so.
But then she suddenly had her whole face awkwardly pressed against Lucifer's crotch so tight, with his prick deep inside her oesophagus.
There was practically no room left for her to breathe, Hermione could have really died.
It was a miracle that Lucifer woke up ejaculating inside her stomach just minutes later, and performed the counter curse.
When she came down for breakfast,
the three Weasley brothers had been rolling around on the floor laughing until Hermione started chasing them, threatening to do to them what she had done to Malfoy in the 'first year.'
Even Percy had broken a smile when he peaked through his window to see Fred and George scurrying up a tree with Hermione shaking a fist at them from below.
Currently, Hermione rolled over in the bed, now facing Lucifer with a tired smile on her face.
He returned the smile and placed his forehead against hers.
"Good morning," he muttered, getting lost in her fudge brown eyes.
"Good morning," Hermione replied, pecking his lips. "Do you have to go for a shower this early again? I know you don't feel good being here, but I just want to stay here, with you."
"You can stay here, but I'm still going in the bathroom."
"Perhaps you misheard me..." Hermione said in a teasing voice, snuggling closer to Lucifer and wrapping the blanket tighter around them both, "I said, 'with you'. Which means, I want you here with me."
"Five minutes?"
"Ten." She tried, intertwining her legs with his.
"Seven minutes?"
"Ten minutes, I blow you."
"Four minutes."
"Seven minutes for a blowjob it is!" Hermione said, rolling on top of Lucifer and gripping him like a baby sloth would to its mother, "I'm going to make the most of this seven minutes....."
She pressed her lips against Lucifer's and lost herself in his embrace, with her slowly going down chest leaving butterfly kisses her way to his.
Breathing in the familiar scent of her boyfriend's enchanted pubic region, and found herself thinking about the future again.
Ever since the conversation she had with him of her being a slave, Hermione had been thinking about it.
Kids, a home together, having a wedding. Of course, she hadn't told Lucifer about any of this, she didn't want to come off as weird or scare him off.
So ten minutes later, he got himself washed and made his way down on the couch to reach the 'Standard Grade Book' of Spells.
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At present,
The next thing Lucifer knew, Hermione had knocked over her goblet of Pumpkin Juice, which began to spread over the tablecloth, but he non-verbally and wandlessly used Scourgify to clean it up.
"There are house-elves 'here?" She asked, staring, horror-struck, at Nick, "Here at 'Hogwarts?!"
"Certainly," he said as though it was completely obvious to everyone, "The largest number in any dwelling in Britain, I believe. Over a hundred at least."
"I've never seen one!" Hermione yelled, causing a few Gryffindor around them to look at her.
"Well, they hardly ever leave the kitchen by day, do they?" Nick asked without waiting for an answer, "They come out at night to do a bit of cleaning... see to the fires and so on... I mean, you're not supposed to see them, are you? That's the mark of a good house-elf, isn't it? That you don't know it's there?"
She stared at him in utter disbelief, "But they get 'paid? They get 'holidays, don't they? And - and sick leave, pensions, and everything?"
Nick then chortled so much that his ruff slipped and his head flopped about, dangling dangerously on the skin and muscle that held his head connected to his body.
"Sick leave and pensions?" He asked, pushing his head back into place and securing it once more with his ruff, "House-elves don't want sick leave and pensions!"
Hermione looked back down at her plate of hardly touched food, then placed her knife and fork down upon it, pushing it away from her.
"Oh, come on, Hermione," Ron said, making sure to swallow his food before speaking, "You won't get them sick leave by starving yourself!"
"Slave labor," she said, breathing hard through her nose, "that's what made this dinner. 'Slave labor!"
Lucifer sighed, causing her to look at him curiously, "I hate to say it, but Weasely's right, Hermione," he looked at her, "Starving yourself won't help them, it'll only make you incapable of helping 'me' help them."
Her eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree, "Y-You mean...?"
"I do. Together, we will help them, in some way," he said and pulled her food back towards her, and filled up half of her Goblet with half of his, "but I need you at full strength."
She looked at him with so much compassion, she was incapable of holding it all in, and gave him a passionate kiss, earning some hooting noises around the table.
"Ugh!....get a room!" Ron had listened with envy. He'd love to have a house-elf, then Molly wouldn't make him do tedious chores like weeding or chasing gnomes away.
But Hermione just muttered, "Thank you," after letting her boyfriend go, she did continue eating, but only because he got her to see reason.
Tomorrow, she decided, they'd start their research towards helping the House-Elves, getting to know more about how once very proud and 'mighty-warrior' Elves in her Narnia, 'Lord of the Rings', books now turned into this.
Started eating faster than Ron, and that's saying something.
"Hey, hey, Hermione, slow down," Lucifer thought it was incredible seeing her eat like a pig, "You're going to make yourself sick. And no one wants that..."
Hermione slowed down, but still made towers of potato, turnip, and everything that she could reach, not that that stopped her, she went up and down the table taking anything that looked like people weren't going to eat.
It got worse when puddings came along. She had seven servings of spotted dick before resting her head on the table, "I don't feel so good, Lucifer," Hermione mumbled with a tiny burp that was quite sour.
"Don't worry, I know a spell to clean your stomach after Dumbledore's made his announcements," Lucifer said, while comfortably rubbing her back, "But I think you've saved a lot of house elves today...."
The Grey Lady drifted briefly through the hall. She paused only long enough to glare murderously at Lucifer for a moment before gliding out through the high windows.
Not far away, the Bloody Baron stared at the boy suspiciously. His voice scraped like a dull saw against wood, and he floated down towards Gryffindor table which earned a few stares of it's own.
"Morningstar. What exactly is your relationship with the Grey Lady?"
"None of your business," Lucifer replied flatly, irritation already bleeding into his voice. Couldn't that damned Baron see he was in a foul mood? The last thing he needed was an interrogation, from a ghost, of all things. According to his memories, he had tried last year for Helena to lower the Victorian style gown which had heavily puffed, layered mutton sleeves and horizontal ruffled panels, so he could see her "stab wound."
Besides, the Bloody Baron wasn't exactly sterling company. They had no connection, and certainly no friendship.
"You... You..."
The Baron's already gaunt face seemed to pale further. Around them, the Gryffindor's went rigid, afraid that any clash between these two heavyweights might spill over onto innocent bystanders.
"Why don't you float off somewhere else?" Hermione lifted her chin, eyes full of disdain, "A ghost trying to talk about romance? Have you seen yourself?" She tilted her head, as if struck by sudden realization. "Oh. Right, you can't see yourself anymore, can you? Hard to check a mirror when you don't show up in one."
The bushy haired girl's mouth had always been sharp. In first year, she'd reduced Ron to storming off in tears, and he almost missed the Halloween feast if not for Harry. Parkinson had been 'verbally cornered' more than once. And compared to them, the Baron was hardly special. If anything, he was easier to wound.
Furious, the Bloody Baron swept out of the Great hall. The students he passed through shivered, limbs turning ice-cold.
"So!" At that moment, Dumbledore rose to his feet after the puddings disappeared, "Now that we are all fed and watered-"
"Eugh..." Hermione moaned in plain disgust, she found herself momentarily speechless.
"I must once more ask for your undivided attention, while I give out a few notices. Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include 'Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, Ever-Bashing Boomerangs, Gender-Swap Mints, and Itching powder.' The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it out."
Dumbledore's lips twitched slightly as he discreetly glanced at Lucifer, who was staring down at his plate, before settling his gaze meaningfully on the twins. To his surprise, neither George nor Fred showed any fear. Instead, they flashed him utterly innocent grins, making his lips twitch even more violently.
Two more corrupted by Lucifer, that smile was all 'too familiar' to him.
"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below Third-Year. It also pains me to say this, but it is my duty to inform you that the 'Inter-House Quidditch Cup' will not take place this year!"
Lots of surprising and complaining voices were heard across the Great Hall. Lucifer had predicted this, as 'Tri-wizard Tournament' was naturally going to take precedence over the Quidditch Cup.
He glanced at Katie and saw her looking appalled as she glanced around.
"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy, but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely... I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts, we have the Honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century."
"It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the 'Triwizard Tournament' will be taking place at Hogwarts this year!" Dumbledore said in an almost magnanimous tone.
"You're JOKING!" Fred Weasley said loudly, and the silence that had presented itself when Dumbledore stood up to talk was broken by raucous laughter from all four tables, surprisingly.
"I am 'not' joking, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said, beaming "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar..."
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Er, but maybe this is not the time... no..." He said, with his grandfather smile ever present, "where was I? Ah yes, the Tournament---"
Before he could go on to explain more, there was a deafening rumble of thunder which exploded and the doors of the Great Hall 'banged' open.
A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black travelling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that 'flashed' across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, then began to walk up toward the teachers' table.
A dull 'clunk' echoed throughout the Hall with every other step the man took. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore.
Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling, and Hermione gasped at what she saw. The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was unlike any that she had ever seen. It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what "human faces" were supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel.
His face was scarred horribly, the mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of his nose was missing.
That wasn't what made Hermione gasp, though, it was his eyes; one of them was small, dark, and beady, but the other eye was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue.
How could she hadn't noticed it before at the World Cup?!
The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up, down, left, and right, quite independently of the normal eye, and then it rolled right over, pointing straight into the back of his head, leaving nothing but a whiteness for all of them to see.
The stranger reached Dumbledore and stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and the Headmaster shook it, warmly.
"Apologies, Albus!" Moody growled once he reached the front, "Peace didn't last long. Had to escort a few stowaway wizards to the Ministry."
"Your dedication is appreciated, Alastor," Dumbledore said with a gentle smile, still shaking his hand.
Moody snorted and made his way to his seat, "Hardly dedication. The trouble's just beginning. They've lost 'family', no telling what desperate things they'll try."
More than a few people glanced toward Lucifer, who was quietly eating. They understood the implication, the boy lifted his head, looked at Moody for a long moment, then calmly lowered his gaze and continued his meal. Dumbledore then gestured the man to the empty seat on his right hand side.
"Well, this seems like a good time to get these two announcements out of the way; Firstly, I would like to introduce our new 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' teacher, Professor Alastor Moody!" he said, clapping for the man.
The applause that followed was thin and halfhearted, barely polite. Between his scarred face and ominous tone of his earlier remarks, it was obvious this wasn't going to be a gentle, easygoing teacher.
At the Slytherin table, several students had gone pale. Shock and unease flickered across their faces.
They knew exactly who Alastor Moody was. How could they not? Plenty of their relatives had been personally hauled off to Azkaban by that man. Whenever his name came up at home, their parents spoke through clenched teeth, sometimes with more hatred than they reserved for 'Dumbledore' himself.
Back in the day, there had been a saying in the Ministry and throughout magical Britain: 'half the cells in Azkaban were filled by Moody, and the other half by Crouch.'
And now he was a professor. Several young Slytherins silently decided they were writing home tonight to complain. Reason? Simple. The man was too terrifying to be allowed near children.
Suddenly, Moody, who had been slicing into a sausage, lifted his head without warning. His magical blue eye spun at an impossible angle and locked onto the Slytherin table.
The students who had just been glaring at him dropped their gazes instantly, panic flashing across their faces. He seemed about to issue some kind of warning before returning to his lamb chops.
"The one who stopped Mr. Crouch at World Cup, and your dad went to help this morning?" Harry muttered to Ron who was too excited.
"Only one man named Alastor Moody. That's him," Lucifer said, eyeing him with interest, at that exact moment, their gazes actually met.
Moody (Barty Crouch) felt as if a needle had stabbed straight into his magical eye. The thing wasn't even connected to his optic nerve, but pain still 'flared' instinctively. A strangled grunt escaped him before he could stop it.
Several professors looked over in confusion, Moody quickly smothered the reaction and offered no explanation. Only Albus Dumbledore had seen the brief exchange clearly. He sighed inwardly.
Moody had taken a subtle jab at Lucifer earlier. Given the boy's temperament, this level of retaliation was almost mild.
Dumbledore couldn't very well interfere, he could only hope it ended there and two of them would keep distance. He understood why Moody distrusted Lucifer, the old Auror had seen too much darkness to trust easily, and the boy's actions had 'unsettled' him, massacre at the 'World Cup' had cemented his belief that he would become the next Voldemort.
They had argued about it more than once, but Dumbledore disagreed albeit in half mind, he too had examined the situation from every angle. If he had been in Lucifer's position, perhaps he would have chosen differently. But he could not call the boy's actions wrong for saving Muggle & Wizards alike.
Nor could he call them evil, this was not the same as Voldemort's indiscriminate slaughter.
Dumbledore's true concern had been whether excessive killing would twist Lucifer's soul and drag him down into becoming a dark wizard enslaved by his own magic. Yet the boy was as lively as ever, unaffected.
That had reassured him.
"Secondly, it pains me to announce this, but due to some... unforeseen actions from the 'previous' Year, Professor Trelawney has been let go as 'Divination Teacher', she will be staying inside her quarters, however, if need arises," Dumbledore said, causing surprise among the students, but none were more surprised than Lucifer.
"Instead, taking her place as Divination Teacher for the time being until a suitable replacement is found, one of the Centaur's that lives in the 'Forbidden Forest' by the name of Firenze will be hosting the Class outside near the edge of the Forest at the appropriate times for each class."
"It will be different from how Sybill Trelawney taught it, that much he assured me of. For those still taking Divination, you will be seeing how a Centaur studies it."
Hermione was silently in the glee that Trelawney had been sacked, but a little peeved at the class still being available, "Firenze is a nice Centaur, right Harry? He'll be a good replacement until a better one is found, someone who is maybe actually a Seer," She said, glancing at a very confused Ron.
"With those two announcements out of the way, please allow me to continue with my explanation; the Tournament, well, some of you will not know what this involves, so I hope those who 'do' know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely."
Lucifer had little interest in what Dumbledore was about to say next, but he would have liked to hear the rest of that joke. It sounded like it might have been... 'educational.'
"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang."
"A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities--- until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."
'Lucifer said as much back on the Train,' Hermione thought to herself, 'and they still want to bring it back?'
Students buzzed excitedly at their tables. This reaction was not what Dumbledore had hoped for, he had emphasized the danger deliberately, intending to instill caution and gravity. But he had overlooked something. How many people could a competition possibly kill?
There was a certain someone present who had killed more in a single night than the Tournament had claimed in seven centuries. And had anyone flinched? Some even thought the 'former' headmasters had overreacted. Realizing the mood wasn't quite what he'd intended, Dumbledore pressed on.
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the Tournament."
"None of which were very successful. However, the 'Department of International Magical Cooperation,' and the 'Department of Magical Games and Sports' have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger."
"I find that hard to believe," Lucifer said quietly.
"The Heads of 'Beauxbatons and Durmstrang' will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the 'Three Champions' will take place on Halloween Night! They even tried to get 'Uagadou,' the largest Wizarding school in the world, located in the Mountains of the Moon in Uganda to participate, but got rejected, but we should applaud the British Ministry's efforts.... An impartial Judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, The glory of their School, and a Thousand Galleons in Prize Money."
"I'm going for it!" Fred hissed down the table, his face lit with enthusiasm.
"I wouldn't get ahead of myself, if I were you," Lucifer glanced at him.
Fred didn't seem to hear him, though.
"Those arrogant brats, I heard Uagadou students don't use wands at all. They're all masters of 'wandless' magic."
"Seriously? Maybe, that's why their Headmaster refused competing? Unless Morningstar represented us."
"You're exaggerating, Parvati. That's just their tradition. They use gestures and 'incantations' instead of wands." Hermione tried her best to provide accurate information to Gryffindors around her, but her voice was quickly swallowed by the growing noise. And before long, the discussion derailed entirely.
"I heard their campus grows tons of coffee beans and cocoa."
"No, Uagadou is scary. If students mess up, they get sent to work in plantations. If they don't behave, they get whipped."
"Come on, they're supposed to be on the same side. Why are they tearing each other apart?"
"No wonder they don't use wands. They wouldn't survive if they depended on them."
"....." At that point, even Dumbledore couldn't rein in chaos. Fortunately, he had a few words left to dampen their moods. Many students were already lost in uncontrollable fantasies.
They themselves, overcoming countless hardships, defeating competitors from other schools, bringing honour and the trophy back to Hogwarts, were greeted by the cheers of their peers and the adoring gaze of their secret crush. Loud buzzes of whispering were heard at every table, until he spoke again.
"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts, the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students of age--that is to say, Seventeen or older, will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This---"
"That's not fair!" Fred and George slammed their hands on the table, "We're only six months away from turning seventeen, there's hardly any difference!"
This time, before Dumbledore could respond, Professor McGonagall stood up. A single stern glance from her was enough to turn the twins into quivering quails, and other disgruntled students quickly fell silent.
"---Ahem, this is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the Tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below Sixth and Seventh Year will be able to cope with them."
'Except for my Lucifer, he could win the Tournament with absolute ease,' Hermione thought to herself again.
"I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion, I therefore beg you to not waste your time submitting yourself if you are under 'Seventeen.' The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and will be remaining with us for Greater part of School Year."
"I know that you all will extend every courtesy to our Foreign Guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts Champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and well-rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"
A great scraping and banging could be heard as students from all Four Houses stood up and swarmed Double Doors and into the Entrance Hall to head for their respective House Common Rooms.
The new Prefects lead the new First Years to their repective as well.
"They can't do that!" Fred was heard yelling, as girls that walked past Lucifer were giggling with their friends who sighed as the older boy continued speaking, "We're Seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot?"
"They're not stopping me entering," George spoke up as well, "the Champions'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be allowed to do normally, and a Thousand Galleons in Prize money!"
"Yeah," Ron said with a faraway look on his face, "Yeah, a Thousand Galleons..."
"Cheer up," Lucifer being their former employer in the past tried to console them, "Even if you could enter, with your skills and grades, you wouldn't be chosen anyway."
One of them, he noticed George flushed slightly red. "Can't you at least hope the professors might go blind and pick us?"
Fred and George sighed dramatically, lamenting Molly's failure to birth them a few months earlier.
"Maybe we could find a way around it," George mused mischievously. "Just cast 'Memory Charms' on everyone who knows our birthdays."
Simultaneously, both twins turned to Lee Jordan, who'd been chuckling beside them, his grin froze as he waved his hands frantically. "No need for that! I'll cooperate willingly."
"You're oversimplifying things," Hermione said flatly. "The professors will have plenty of methods to verify your ages when the time comes."
"Did Lucifer tell you that?" Fred rubbed his chin, "Keeping such fun news from us that's not very sporting of you two..."
"Turn into a pretty girl and he'll share everything with you," Hermione deadpanned, her nose moving upwards.
The Weasely Twins chuckled awkwardly, neither having forgotten Ron's social demise at the Burrow, yet despite Hermione's warning, their determination remained unshaken.
A thousand Galleons! With that sum, even if Ludo Bagman never repaid his gambling debts, they could rent a spacious shop in Diagon Alley and still have plenty to spare.
"So... who do you think the impartial Judge is that will decide on the Champions?" Harry asked aloud as they walked.
"Dunno, but it's them we will have to fool. I reckon a couple drops of 'Aging Potion' ought to do the trick, eh George?" Fred asked, looking inside his brain for every route.
"It won't work. I doubt the Judge will be a person. And no 'Aging Potion' is going to fool it, but go ahead, be my guest and make fools of yourselves, give us a laugh," Lucifer said with a cynical undertone.
"Yeah, but whoever this judge is will clearly choose the best from each school, regardless of their age," George started thinking of potential students from other Houses, "Diggory had birthday coming next month, there's Sanders from Slytherin, Penelope from Ravenclaw, and Angelina– they're all 'brilliant."
Katie came up from behind them, her friend in tow, giggling as they did, to throw in her two Sickles.
"Then by all rights, it should be Lucifer who enters his name. He's clearly the best at magic in the world, but he might be denied entry for that reason. I'd support you, if you were to enter your name," She said to the younger boy, smiling at him.
"Well I'm not, but I'm glad to know you've got my back," Lucifer smiled back and everyone missed the murderous look on Hermione's face.
"Would be cool to enter, though," Ron said absent-mindedly.
"I suppose so... I've already got enough 'fame' following me around, though, don't know that I want any more..." Harry said unsurely.
"Agreed, Potter, agreed," Lucifer said to another round of giggles from the girls. They soon made it to the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Password?" She asked them.
"Balderdash. A Prefect downstairs told me," George said, and the portrait opened to the Gryffindor Common Room, and it always gave off a cozy feeling, with the warm, crackling fire cozying up whole circular room, which was full of squashy armchairs and tables.
The boys all climbed the stairs, except for Lucifer, he wanted to talk to Hermione a bit more about their proposed plan for the House-Elves.
She stayed behind as well, bidding Harry and Ron goodnight.
"Good night, Lucifer," Katie said, "I hope you sleep well."
"Thank you. I hope you do as well," he said, smiling as she ascended stairs.
Hermione was sitting in a chair next to the fire, trying to ignore Katie as she spoke to Lucifer. She stared into the fire, waiting for him to approach her, and then saw his presence approach her from her peripheral, and he sat down across from her.
"Hermione?"
She looked over at him, "Yes?"
"About the House-Elves, obviously the Library is going to be, but what if the information is in the 'Restricted Section?' If it's in the Hogwarts Library at all? Would that be alright with you...?"
"Then you and I shall borrow Harry's 'Invisibility Cloak' and scan the Restricted Section until we find it, then return both when we are done with them," Hermione said like there was nothing wrong with what she said.
"You want us to borrow/steal his Cloak, and then same for a book from the Library?" Lucifer asked, just to be sure they were on the same page.
She nodded ardently, "Okay, that works for me," he said without argument.
"I'm glad to hear it," She smiled widely, glad to know he cared about this as much as she did. Hermione didn't care that her teeth were showing to him, because he never cared about the front two being larger than her others, especially when it gave small nibbles on his prick.
She walked over to him and embraced him as he stood up, "Thank you so much for this."
"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't agree with your view on it," Lucifer said as he rested his chin on her head.
"Mm-hm, I will sneak into our room when my roommates are gone to sleep....."
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