Hermione had just walked out of Magical Menagerie, holding her new cat, Crookshanks.
She was elated to own him, but something still put a damper on the situation; she hadn't seen Lucifer all morning or afternoon, and it was nearing one-thirty.
Her mirror stopped working for the past weeks, she tried everything to make it function, but just don't know what's exactly wrong.
Even Mr. Weasely didn't know how to fix it, he also never saw such a thing before, even dared to borrow her gift.
She politely declined, with a sour look.
Hermione even visited a nearby trunk shop that takes custom orders, but the lady owner didn't know either.
She told her to pay a visit to Knockturn alley, Hermione of course couldn't exactly do that.
She still kept a watchful eye, just in case she spotted him.
"You bought that monster?!" She heard Ron ask, his mouth hanging wide open.
"He's gorgeous, isn't he?" Hermione said, feeling her face glowing, but not as brightly as it should have been.
She felt Crookshanks purring contentedly in her arms.
"Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me!" Ron said, still in disbelief.
"He didn't mean to, did you, Crookshanks?" She asked him, obviously, he didn't reply.
"And what about Scabbers?" Ron asked, pointing to the lump in his chest pocket, "he needs rest and relaxation! How's he going to get it with that thing around?"
"That reminds me," she said, annoyed, "you forgot your rat tonic!" She slapped the small red bottle into his hands, "And will you stop worrying? Crookshanks will be in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours," she looked around again as she spoke.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Harry asked her.
"Have either of you seen my Lucifer at all today?" She asked them, still looking around.
"No, we'd have called out to him if we had," Ron said, with a grumpy look, after hearing the name again.
"Just thought I'd ask..." she was worried about him.
She hadn't touched him in almost two months and had honestly missed him to near death, his embrace, his warmth, his cock.
Lucifer was like a drug, and she was addicted to him, just wanted to devour the boy.
His preserved leftover semen, only things which kept her going.
She still kept her poem for him from last year, even though she felt stupid about it.
Harry and Ron were just...meh, that's all they were.
They couldn't engage her intellectually, plus only Lucifer was taking as many classes as she was, which was all of them.
She couldn't even talk to him about sharing the time-turner either, which McGonagall had mentioned in her letter a week ago, with a bunch of old books to read on.
Previously, she thought, both of them would get a separate one, and now didn't have any way to explain the circumstances.
She let Crookshanks down and he was content to sit there until she moved.
She pulled out the necklace from under her shirt, admiring the Emerald Stone that was set into it.
Her heart ached a bit, knowing she wouldn't see him until tomorrow.
They all eventually returned to the Leaky Cauldron where Mr. Weasley was sitting at the bar, reading the Daily Prophet, "Harry," he said, smiling as he looked up, "how are you?"
"Fine, thanks," Harry responded.
They all joined him with all of their shopping, which for Hermione, was quite a lot.
Mr. Weasley put the paper down and Hermione saw the face of Sirius Black staring up at them, "They still haven't caught him?" Harry asked.
"No..." Arthur said, looking extremely grave, "They've pulled us all off our regular jobs at the Ministry to find him, but no luck so far."
"Would we get a reward if we caught him?" She heard Ron ask, "It'd be good to get some more money-"
"Don't be ridiculous, Ron," Mr. Weasley said, who on closer inspection, looked very strained, "Black's not going to be caught by a thirteen year old wizard. It's the Azkaban Guards who'll get him back, you mark my words."
"My Lucifer could," Hermione said before she could stop herself.
Crookshanks purred at her feet as he lazily looked about.
"Well..." Arthur trailed off, "I suppose if a xxxxxx year old Wizard could... I suppose it'd be him..."
Hermione smiled a bit, but she couldn't find herself to be that high in spirit.
Mrs. Weasley chose that moment to show up at the bar, laden with shopping, and followed by the twins, Fred and George, who were about to start their fifth year at Hogwarts, the newly elected Head Boy, Percy, and the Weasley's youngest child and only girl, Ginny.
Ginny, who Hermione noticed to be taken with Harry, seemed even more heartily embarrassed than usual when she saw him, perhaps because he had saved her life near the end of last year?
Lucifer did as well, and Hermione was sure Ginny would be embarrassed upon seeing him as well.
She was unaware of Ginny writing letters to him in private.
But currently, she had gone very red and muttered, "hello," without ever looking at him.
Percy, on the other hand, held out his own hand solemnly as though he and Harry had never met and said, "Harry, how nice to see you."
Hermione found it rather amusing.
"Hello, Percy," Harry replied, and Hermione could tell he was trying his best to not laugh.
"I hope you're well?" Percy asked him in a pompous tone.
Hermione understood the aspiration to one day be Head Girl herself, but she just simply didn't really like Ron's older brother.
"Very well, thanks-" Harry was cut off by who else but the twins?
"Harry!" Fred said, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. Hermione couldn't help the giggles escaping her mouth, "Simply splendid to see you, old boy-"
"Marvelous," George said, pushing Fred to the side and seizing Harry's hand, "Absolutely spiffing!"
Hermione noticed a scowl form on Percy's face.
"That's enough, now," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Mum!" Fred said, as though he'd only just spotted her, and seized her hand, too, "How really corking to see you-"
"I said that's enough!" She yelled, depositing her shopping in an empty chair, "Hello, Harry, dear. I suppose you heard our exciting news?"
She asked and pointed towards the brand new silver badge on Percy's chest, "Second Head Boy in the family," she said, swelling with pride.
"And last," Hermione heard Fred mutter under his breath.
"I don't doubt that," Mrs. Weasley said, frowning suddenly, "I notice they haven't made you two Prefects."
That was an odd thing to say, Hermione thought, because only one of them could've become Prefect as only one boy and one girl are chosen in Fifth Year.
"What do we want to be Prefects for?" George asked, looking revolted at the very idea, "It'd take all the fun out of life."
Ginny began to giggle, "You want to set a better example to your sister!" Mrs. Weasley snapped.
"Ginny's got other brothers to set her an example, Mother," Percy said loftily, "I'm going up to change for dinner..."
He disappeared and George heaved a sigh, "We tried to shut him in a pyramid," he told the three of them quietly, "but Mum spotted us."
Hermione had stayed for dinner that evening, deciding to return home afterwards, which she had Owled them earlier, asking them to pick her up at around Seven o'clock.
Dinner itself was mostly enjoyable.
Everyone else was having a grand time, but Hermione, again, was missing her boyfriend.
Her appetite wasn't there, just taking a sip from her bottle, compared to the Weasley's and Harry, who had all managed to eat their way through five courses of food.
Harry noticed this and said something to her quietly, "Are you not hungry, Hermione?"
She looked up at him sadly, "I missed Lucifer the whole day..... And I, just think, the moment we walked in Magical Menagerie, I keep getting the feeling like I should've waited, even a moment longer to go inside... I can't enjoy this dinner without him being here, I know he'd make it lively."
"Funny you say that," Harry said, "because the entire time you were petrified... Lucifer's appetite had diminished drastically."
"Did it really?" Hermione gasped.
"It did, I don't think he ever wanted you to know that, though, so don't bring it up, please?" Harry asked her.
"I'll try..." Hermione said, knowing that it might not happen.
"How are we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" Fred asked as they all tucked into a sumptuous chocolate pudding.
"The Ministry is providing a couple of cars for us," Mr. Weasley responded in kind.
Everyone looked up at him, "Why?" Percy asked him.
"It's because of you, Perce," George said in a serious tone. "And there'll be little flags on the bonnets, with HB on them-"
"- for Humongous Bighead," Fred finished.
Hermione had to cover her mouth as she laughed.
She didn't want to, but the twins were great at making you laugh.
Percy and Mrs. Weasley weren't laughing, however, "Why are the Ministry providing us cars, Father?" Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.
"Well, as we haven't got one anymore..." Mr. Weasley said in a slightly saddened tone, "and as I work there, they're doing me a favor."
His voice was casual, but Hermione noticed his ears turn red, just like how Ron's did when he was under pressure or angry.
"Good job, too," Mrs. Weasley said briskly, "Do you realize how much luggage you've all got between you? A real sight you'd be on the Muggle underground... you are all packed, aren't you?" She asked them.
"Ron hasn't packed all of his stuff yet," Percy said in a long, suffering voice, "he thought they'd look much nicer on my bed."
"Ron, go and pack properly, we won't have the time in the morning," Mrs. Weasley said to her youngest son.
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