The last week of term before the break had become increasingly boisterous as it progressed.
Rumors about the Yule Ball were flying everywhere, though Lucifer didn't believe nor care about over half of them.
Lucifer at this point, even forgot how many Beauxbatons girls he had politely rejected, he found it quite amusing when some of the girls tried to disguise themselves in different hair colours and ask again.
Hermione didn't like this at all.
She practically sat on Lucifer's lap at all times now, claiming him as hers while catching the glares of blue-robed women.
On the odd occasion, Lucifer was caught alone, mainly on his way to the bathrooms, he would have to bribe his way past them, handing out signatures.
When Hermione found out what was happening, she started guarding him on his toilet trips, standing outside and leaning against the wall while reading a book.
Her head would perk up when one of her sworn enemies would appear, and her eyes would sharpen and follow them until they left the area.
Lucifer had more than his fair share of Love potions, and heart shaped chocolates that smelled suspiciously of pumpkin pasties, and Hermione's perfume.
While the said girl would find pleasure in burning these in the Gryffindor common room fireplace.
Some more rumours consisted of people believing that Dumbledore supposedly bought eight hundred barrels of mulled mead from Madam Rosmerta.
It seemed to be fact, however, that he had booked the Weird Sisters, a Wizard Band that Lucifer hadn't heard of before, and to be honest, he didn't know Wizard's had modern styled bands.
Some of their teachers, like Professor Flitwick, gave up trying to teach them much when their minds were so clearly elsewhere; he allowed them to play games in his lesson on Wednesday, and spent most of it talking to Harry and Lucifer.
Harry about the perfect Summoning Charm he'd performed, and Lucifer for amazing display of Wandless and Non-Verbal magic, like he did every so often.
Other teachers were not so generous about the way their class time was spent.
Nothing would ever deflect Professor Binns, for example, from plowing on through his notes on Goblin Rebellions - as Binns hadn't let his own death stand in the way of continuing to teach, he supposed a small thing like Christmas wasn't going to put him off.
It truly was a gift that he possessed, being able to make something bloody and action- packed like a vicious Goblin riot more boring than listening to Percy Weasley go on and on about his stupid Cauldron Report.
Professors McGonagall and Moody both kept them busy up to the very last second of their class on the last day of term, not that Lucifer expected much difference.
And of course, Snape would no sooner let them play games in class than give anyone in another House even half a point.
He did inform them with the most evil looking sneer he had shown them yet that he would be testing them on their antidotes during the last lesson of the term.
"Evil, he is," Ron said bitterly that night in the Common Room, "Springing a test on us on the last day. Ruining the last bit of term with a whole load of studying."
"Mmm... you're not exactly straining yourself, though, are you?" Hermione asked him, looking over the top of her Potions notes to glare at him.
Ron, per usual, was procrastinating on studying by building a House of Cards with his Exploding Snap deck.
She would admit that it was impressive how high he had gotten it to be, since the cards had a chance to blow up at any second.
"It's Christmas, Hermione," Harry said, despite also. looking over his notes, "I know this is important, but Christmas only comes once a Year."
She merely glared at him as well, but not as scornfully as he was actually doing some studying.
She figured it was probably to try and get on her good side, since that's what she and her Lucifer were all about, studying and getting good grades,
"Not until after the last day of term it's not," she pointed out haughtily.
She couldn't help the smirk on her
face as she looked at him, though.
Hermione looked over to her left and saw her boyfriend was playing with jam.
There was some left on his finger which Lucifer was about to lick.
"No, wai---"
Only, Hermione put his finger towards her slightly red lips and licked all the juicy stuff with her tongue poking out while looking straight at his eyes..."So, good!"
Harry looked away while Ron looked disgusted and spread some of his bread from his mouth.
Hermione gave him one last glance before dropping Lucifer's finger down, licking her lips creepily and returned to what she was previously doing.
Ron had just gotten himself distracted by placing the last card on the top of the pile when it exploded, singing off his eyebrows.
"Nice look, Ron, go well with your Dress Robes that will." said Fred.
Fred and George had walked up and sat down on either side of Harry and Ron, "Can we borrow Pigwidgeon?" George asked.
"No, he's off delivering a letter. Why?" Ron asked.
"Because George wants to take him to the Ball," Fred said sarcastically, but also kind of hatefully.
"Because we want to send a letter, you stupid great prat," George said.
"Who d'you two keep writing to, eh?" Ron asked.
"Nose out, Ron, or I'll burn that for you too," Fred said, waving his wand threateningly. "So, you lot got dates for the Ball yet?"
"Not yet," Ron answered for them.
"Well, you better hurry up mate, or all the good ones will be gone," Fred answered.
"Who are you going with then?" Ron asked, a triumphant smirks on his face.
"Angelina," Fred said, no hint of embarrassment in his voice.
"What?" Ron asked, looking taken aback, "You've already asked her?"
"Good point," he said and turned around, "Oi! Angelina!" He called across the Common Room.
"What?" Angelina called back. She was currently sitting near the fire, chatting with Alicia Spinnet.
"Want to come to the Ball with me?" He asked boldly.
Angelina gave him an appraising sort of look, "Alright then."
Fred turned back to Harry and Ron, "See? Not that hard, is it?"
The Twins then got to their feet, yawning as they did, "Come on, Fred, we better use a school Owl then," and they left Gryffindor Tower.
Hermione was busy looking over her notes when Ron spoke, "We should get a move on, you know... ask someone. He's right, we don't want to go with a pair of trolls."
Hermione scoffed at him, "Excuse me? A pair of what?"
"Well, you know... I'd rather go alone than with a girl who looks... well... like Eloise Midgen," Ron kind of faltered under Hermione's glare.
"Her acne's gotten loads better... and she's really nice!" Hermione defended the poor Hufflepuff girl.
"Her nose is off center," Ron said bluntly.
"Oh, I see," Hermione said bristly, "So, basically, you're going to try and take the best-looking girl who'll have you, even if she's completely horrible personality wise?"
"Mmm... yeah, that sounds about right," Ron said, not a care in the world.
"You're horrible, Ronald!" Hermione yelled as she practically slammed her book closed, "I'm going to bed! Night Luci----oh, for god's sake would you put that jar down!" she said kissing his cheek a bit angrily that he seemed quite enthralled with it and stormed up the Girl's Staircase.
"It looks delicious, where did you get that, Lucifer?"
"Luna gave it to me....I will probably ask her for another."
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