Unexpected

Fucked

The next two days had been awkward with Blaise and Draco trying to make it up to Ginny to Pansy avoiding her at all cost to Hermione and Anton spending a lot more time together. Ginny eventually gave in feeling like she falls to their feet way more then she liked. .....

Blaise and Draco stood silently on the cliff outside of their bedroom, watching the moonlight play over the waves, and every once in a while glimpsing one of the mer-horses that lived inside the wards. The night was anything but silent, the forest alive and the wind howling. Ebony and silver whipped around them, but neither moved to pull their hair back. The stars were too enchanting, and too much rested within their minds, to have them worry over something so inconsequential. Their heart lay just inside, sleeping for a few hours, wrapped in thick furs and silk. But they could not find even a moment's repose in sleep, for she was the main thing they worried about.

"Too close." Draco whispered for what felt like the thousandth time, and Blaise didn't have to ask what he meant.

"Yes."

"It cannot happen again."

"I know. A repeat is unacceptable." Blaise replied, their fingers twining together.

"We cannot survive without her, you know this?"

"Oui. I feel it, that subtle shift in my core. It's been that way since we were Marked. And at this point, I would not even wish to."

"Nor would I." Draco agreed, sighing. "If I lost either of you..."

"You won't." Blaise said with conviction, turning and facing his lover. "We won't let that happen."

"Then you know what must be done?"

"I do. We cannot have him constantly breathing over our shoulders, hunting for weaknesses. He will find one eventually. Even we are not infallible."

"Obviously." Draco hissed, his mercury eyes flashing. "But neither are we weak. A Lord of the Dark he may be, but there is still only one of him."

"You fancy us ready to face him?" Blaise asked, his eyes letting his lover see that he felt much the same.

"Perhaps. Dark Lords are not ones to be trifled with, but for some reason, I'm beginning to think that he hasn't gained all of his strength back like he's telling everyone he has."

"True." Blaise spoke slowly, turning his thoughts over. "That has occurred to me as well. But then again, we aren't what we will be in another year or two, either."

"It still must be done." Draco stated.

"And soon, at that. We must keep her safe no matter the cost."

"Then we agree?"

"Don't we always?" Blaise questioned flippantly, and glared when Draco pinched him. "Oui, we agree."

"Good. Then we shall be knocking upon the Dark Lord's door before Yule break ends."

.....

Virginia sat on a low stone bench in one of the west gardens, her head on George's shoulder and her legs curled up in Fred's lap. George was absently coiling the braids that her boyfriends had plaited into her hair earlier that morning around one finger, while Fred was leaned back with his eyes closed, his head resting on the giant tree behind them. To their left, Pansy, Melody and Daphne were chatting quietly, and to their right, Gregory, Vincent and Anton were silent and half-dozing in one of the small patches of late morning sunlight that had managed to make it through the trees' thick canopy. But no one but her seemed to notice Anton sneaking glances of pure adoration at Hermione. Her hair sparkling in the sun with soft curls, her outfit today was amazing it was a black turtleneck and a plaid skirt she had on a French hat and sun-glasses to die for, her heels were amazing and she wore hoop earrings a purse at her side