Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: First Summer After the Fall
Chapter 2: And On We Go
Chapter 3: Closed Quarters
Chapter 4: Amoral Amorell
Chapter 5: Unlikely Prophecy
Chapter 6: His Lovely Head of Hair
Chapter 7: Who Are You and Who are You Not?
Chapter 8: One Way to Celebrate
Chapter 9: Conspiracy and Eggshells
Chapter 10: The Cannons and the Egg
Chapter 11: So Long, Ron
Chapter 12: Inky Blobs
Chapter 13: Bow to Your Partner
Chapter 14: Easier Said than Done, Mum
Chapter 15: Wishy-Washy
Chapter 16: Inky Blobs Unblurred
Chapter 17: The Joys of Studying
Chapter 18: Grow the Roses of Success
Chapter 19: An Approximation of Normality
Chapter 20: Triangles
Chapter 21: An Upward Spiral in a Downward Fall
Chapter 22: Panic
Chapter 23: Will You, Won't You?
Chapter 24: White Violet
Chapter 25: Yes, No, Maybe... So?
Chapter 26: No Time for a Summer Friend
Chapter 27: Tacking On Malfoy
Chapter 28: April is a Time of Pilgrimage
Chapter 29: Flower Child
Chapter 30: Surrender
Chapter 31: Of Ermines and Roses
Chapter 32: Crystal Clear
Epilogue
Extra Features
Map of the Dormitories
Flower Meanings
(Follow link at end of page to Victorian Bazaar)
Eggletina Malfoy
Original Banner
Wilhelmina: The Wily Witch (Song!)
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Epilogue Illustrations by teaandlemonade:
Original:
Ron and August
Una and Amorell
Balding Draco
The End
Digitized:
Ron and August
Una and Amorell
Balding Draco
The End
Random Scraps of Info:
August is the eighth month. Geddit? The fic was also completed on August 1st, the story first took place in August, and various important things that would be too mundane to list happened in August. AND this was all coincidence and I only realized it about a week ago. >.<
Amorell means "sea-dweller," but I never did find a way to work that in. Maybe she was attacked by a mermaid, and that's where her scar I never got around to explaining came from. Yes. Let's say that.
Deleted Scenes
From Chapter 21, before I realized I would be combining a few things and editing this plot thread out:
On Monday, February 1st, Hermione settled into her seat, waiting for Amorell to enter the classroom, and after a few minutes, she did. “Good morning,” she greeted, smiling widely and settling onto the top of her desk to face them. No one replied, all of them sitting slumped in their seats. “I have a special treat planned for you today.” She beamed at them, as if whatever she could possibly be planning would be accepted as such by her students.
Ron was temporarily back, sitting hunched in his chair next to August, who had a copy of Witch Weekly stashed on her lap, her eyes drifting to it every few seconds.
Amorell retrieved her satchel, opening it and withdrawing a stack of parchment. “I had been planning to save this until next week, but since Valentine’s Day is on a Sunday this year, and we meet on a Monday, I thought I’d go ahead. That way I’ll be able to return your results to you before the big day.”
Hermione’s ears pricked at the mention of Valentine’s Day, and she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She could almost feel Malfoy’s eyes on her.
Amorell handed a parchment to each of them. “This is just for fun, but I hope it will help any of you who are wondering who you should send a flower this year.” Hermione had to mentally remind herself that she was being paranoid, that Amorell had not been looking directly at her when she said that, that it was just a coincidence.
It was just a disturbing coincidence.
“Fill these out as accurately as you can, and then turn them in to me.” And that was all she said before she smiled yet again and settled into her chair behind her desk.
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“That was disturbing,” Harry mumbled. Hermione had to agree. They’d spent their hour filling out a survey.
From the beginning of Chapter 26, edited out because it made me want them to break up. :\
“Oh, Abbott,” Malfoy said, wrinkling his nose, “I guess you’ll be the first to hear the news.”
“News?” Hannah asked, her eyes growing rounder by the second.
Malfoy flashed Hermione a quick look, almost like an apology. “We’re dating,” he said, and that was that. They had a witness, and unless they Obliviated Hannah, then there really was no going back now.
Hermione felt her cheeks burning. Snogging Malfoy outside where no one could see them had been embarrassing enough, but now someone had seen them and could vouch for Hermione’s lecherous ways.
She really didn’t like participating in PDA. It always reminded her of Ron and Lavender’s fling sixth year. Those two had been absolutely sick.
“The first to know?” Hannah asked, looking between them. “So… so does that mean Ron doesn’t know?” She looked antsy. “I mean, August….” Hannah looked flustered.
“What about August?” Hermione asked.
Hannah shifted from one foot to the other. “I just kind of assumed that she…. You know Ron’s not…. Oh!” she moaned.
“Finish a sentence,” Malfoy barked. Hermione winced. He was sitting so close to her, his hand resting almost possessively on her knee. No matter the changes in him, he was still so crass. This was going to be a very uncomfortable courtship for her, she was sure.
“Yes, Hannah, please go on,” Hermione said, more politely.
Hannah groaned. “Well, it’s just that she and Ron didn’t exactly get along at first, and I just figured, you know, what with Ron not really being the greatest catch-no offense-that maybe he was paying her to make you jealous.”
“Nonsense, prostitution’s illegal,” Malfoy remarked dryly. Hermione had to seriously bite back every urge she had in her not to pummel him, and she settled for scooting farther from him on the couch, dislodging his hand from its resting place.
“That’s not what I meant!” Hannah stuttered.
Malfoy shrugged. “I saw them snogging one another before Granger even found out about them. If it is an act, then they aren’t doing a very good job of arranging an audience.” He pointed to Hermione. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if they did a lot more than snog when they’re alo-”
Hermione bounded from the sofa to the other side of the room, her cheeks burning and her arms crossed.
“What?” he asked, looking honestly surprised.
Seriously? She had said yes to him? Seriously?
Hannah looked back and forth between them. “You did know Hermione’s a prude, didn’t you?” She laughed nervously before leaving the room, leaving Hermione there staring at her shoes, Malfoy looking slightly helplessly at her.
“Do you want to talk abou-”
“No,” she snapped.
“All right,” he said delicately. “Maybe we should get some breakfast?”
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She nodded. She wouldn’t look at him at all on the way to the Great Hall.