Five months passed in a calm serenity. February faded into March with the melting of the annual snow, and torrents of rain.

A single student sat on a bench in the pouring rain by the lake, an unnecessary umbrella over her head. A few moments passed, and Pansy looked to her watch again. The short hand pointed diligently to the four and the long hand to the six.

She sighed, “He's late.”

Harry Potter suddenly appeared by her side, out of breath from his jog to the lake. “Not... on purpose,... I assure you.” He sat down on the bench. He closed his eyes and focused for a second, the full body bubble charm expanded to fit the two of them.

“Thanks.” Pansy said, setting her umbrella down onto the ground. Moments passed in silence, while Pansy fidgeted with the bracelet Hermione gave her for Christmas.

“So, What's going on? You wanted to speak to me?”

“Well, You are the only person-I mean, human that I know at Hogwarts that is-”

“Dating a vampire.” Harry finished, “Are you sure I am the one you want to talk to? I mean, I am...”

“Gay.” Pansy finished, “Well, I am too, so it only makes sense.”

“Right.” Harry said, fidgeting and blushing only slightly. “So what's the issue here, Belle?”

“Well,” Pansy began, “Have you and Draco been... um...”

“Intimate?” Harry finished, and Pansy nodded. He sighed, “No, as a matter of fact, we haven't. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I only ask because neither have Hermione and I. Every time I bring up the subject she says that we need to wait. 'I am not strong enough' She says.”
Harry nodded, “I get the same sort of reaction from Draco. 'I can't give in.' He says.” Pansy leaned against Harry's arm and braided a single strand of her frizzy blond hair. “So do you think their reasoning is carnal or carnivorous?” She looked up and saw his mouth twitch slightly. “I think it is a little bit of both.”

“So, What should we do about this?” Pansy started, but was interrupted by Harry's hand.

“We?” He gave Pansy a very Draco like eyebrow raise.

Pansy snorted, “Well, yes, we. We are like a family of sorts. You are Draco's ; I am Hermione's. Now they share blood. That makes us blood relatives by association.

“Harry laughed, “Fair enough, I suppose. So, what do you propose?”

“Well,” Pansy said, “I think I have an Idea.”
~~
“Take deep breaths. Focus on the one place that makes you feel the happiest... Draco! I SAID PLACE!”  
Draco flushed a bright red as the orb of a thoroughly seduced Harry flashed away. “I apologize Miss Cutheridge.”
Her bangles jingled as she ran her fingers through her long raven's colored hair. She pulled down the top of her forest green dress, and sighed, “Right, Now relax every muscle in your... Miss Granger!”

:”Have you ever thought, Madame Cutheridge,” Hermione stated opening her eyes to see Pansy's smiling face, her arms wrapped around Ginny. “That some of us aren't very materialistic, so places don't make us as happy as  people? Eh?”

A ripple of laughter shimmered through the classroom as Calpurnia spluttered. She kept pushing the button to see the separate children's happy place. Many different faces popped up, and She opened her mouth to say something, when Albus Dumbledore's voice rang out through  the halls.

“ATTENTION ASSEMBLY OF NIGHT STUDENTS! DUE TO THE LUNAR CYCLE AND THE CHANGES OF OUR THERIANTHROPIC FRIENDS, THIS MONTH, CLASS IS DISMISSED EARLY! HAVE FUN WITH THE REST OF YOUR EVENING, AND HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!”

Hermione whooped with the rest of the class, gathering her text books and leaving the room. “Hang on, Hermione!” Draco called out, causing Hermione to turn. They both began to walk side by side, then Hermione held out a single hand to silence Draco's chatter. She cocked her head to the side, listening. A low rumble started, followed by soft hisses. She glanced over to Draco. She then stood tall, taking a deep breath through her nose. Her breath came out in a shaky exhale.

“Vampires don't sweat.” She stated.

Draco sniffed once, then shuddered himself. “They also don't smell like leather polish and rose water.”

They both turned completely around.

Hermione's eyes widened and she swallowed hard. “Good heavens.” she pushed her words though her tight throat.

“I agree.” Draco said, his voice just as shaken as hers was, and for good reason.

Pansy had an arm slung around Harry's waist. Her hair was straightened out and in pigtails. A loose tie hung around her neck. A black pinstriped vest barely covered her chest, and a low slung pair of black slacks donned her legs. Chunky steel toed boots donned her feet, and black mesh gloves set on her hands.
Harry, unlike Halloween had turned his outfit towards sophistication. A completely black Armani suit donned his body, Italian leather boots on his feet. The only color on his person was the brilliant emerald green tie that matched his eyes perfectly. His arm was slung over Pansy's naked shoulder, and a megawatt smile was plastered on his face.

The low rumble started again, followed by a deep growl. A dark figure jumped down the hallway, causing Hermione and Draco to leap in front of Pansy and Harry.
Feet landed with a thud before them. A tall man was standing there, his eyes fixated on Pansy.

“I hope my friends didn't scare you. It's not very often that we get such decadent morsels walking through our hallways. Never, actually.”

Hermione's eyes flashed a vibrant hawk yellow color, then she put a possessive arm around Pansy. “I am Hermione Granger, and you are?”

The tall stranger smirked at Hermione's jealous gesture, then bowed. “My name is Taregan Reed. I am of an Algonquin tribe.”

“Ah.” Hermione said, “May your lands be fruitful.”

His eyebrows both raised in surprise. “And May your life be honorable.” Taregan said back. “You know the tribes?”

Hermione flushed pink. “I have spent numerous family vacations in Ontario and the like. I have always found the Native American settlements around there fascinating.”

“Interesting.” Reed said. A moment of silence passed, and Hermione got a really good look at this Taregan.

He, Hermione mused, was really attractive... for a guy. His skin was dark and red tinted, like all of his people. His jet black hair was pulled back and tied together by a string of leather. He wore a black pair of jeans, a black t shirt that showed off his sinfully broad shoulders, and a black cloak, which casually draped over his shoulders, sending off an aloof yet predatory aura about him.

Taregan then turned to Draco and Harry. “Misters Malfoy and Potter, I presume?” His eyes flashed from Draco's blond hair, to Harry's lightning scar.

“Draco, please.” Draco said, eying this newcomer with an appreciative eye. Harry cleared his throat. “I am Harry of course. So, Taregan, what makes you worthy of the assembly? A thirst for blood, perhaps?”

“Not unless you are a fish.” Taregan said, then he laughed at the puzzled look on Harry's face. “No, I am not a vampire. I am an ursine Shape shifter.”

“Oh!” Pansy squeaked, “Bears! Wonderful! Your people's legends are fabulous. I have heard of the tales, of course, but never have I met one in Britain.”

Taregan bowed, his fist over his heart. “Thank you, for the compliment Princess. I appreciate it.”

Pansy blushed, realizing that she had not introduced herself yet. “Pansy, Please. My name is Pansy Parkinson.”

His eyes flushed with heat and he smiled. “I like Princess better.”  

Hermione grabbed Pansy's hand and said simply. “She's more like a Queen, actually.”
Her tone was warning, yet Taregan smiled. “She is.” He agreed, acting as if Hermione's jealous tone was falling on deaf ears.
A single bell rang out three times, the Assembly signal that the moon was nearly out, or that the clouds were clearing up.

Taregan sighed, “Alas, I must go.” He shook both of the boy's hands, then grabbed one of Pansy's and one of Hermione's hands in each of his. He then gently placed a kiss on each of their hands. Hermione heard Pansy's heart beat faster. “Farewell, My Ladies.” His amber eyes lingered on Pansy. Then he winked. He then bounded down the hallway towards the steel reinforced cages...

Hermione really hated this bastard.

Follow me...She sent a mental message to Draco, then grabbed Pansy by the wrists. She flung her over her shoulders, as if she was a backpack.

“Trust me.” She whispered, then ran to the nearest windows and jumped, changing into her vampire form in midair.

She hit the ground with a soft thump. She turned to see Draco float down with a laughing Harry on his back. Once they landed, Hermione sat Pansy back on her feet. Draco followed suit. Hermione looked to the both of them. “Well, now that we are all here and alone, What IN MERLIN'S NAME WERE YOU TWO THINKING! You both could have died! Even shape shifters smell different than humans! You guys are-”

Draco interrupted, “The vampire equivalent of chocolate, or heroin, or vodka-”

“Or sex.” Hermione finished, blushing only slightly. “So you just can't be popping into the assembly whenever you feel like, because you guys...”

“Look and smell so damn good.” Draco groaned, reaching out to touch a single finger to Harry's tie. “Is that silk?” He murmured.

“Draco! Focus!” Hermione snapped, and Draco blushed.

“Look, we are sorry. We have just been talking a lot lately, and we just decided to surprise you.” Pansy said, glancing at Harry, who nodded. “It is great to see you. Just give us a mental ring next time. So we know when we need to protect you, from the fiends of the Assembly.” Draco said.

“Like Taregan?” Harry said, licking his lips and wrapping his arms around Draco. He set his head on Draco's shoulder and said, “If he wasn't staring so adamantly at the girls, I would have prayed that he was a pouf and flirted shamelessly with him. He's scrumptious.”

At Pansy's agreeing nod, Draco and Hermione both growled. Pansy giggled, “No worries my love. Yes, he is sinfully attractive. You know though, there is only room in this heart for one. That's you.”

Hermione smiled slightly. “I know that.” She gave Pansy a quick kiss before saying, “Well, Double date? Picnic?”

Draco smiled, “Sounds great.”

“Winky likes you best, Drrrraco.” she purred, and Harry made such a pathetic boo boo face at Draco, who laughed.

“Alright, you guys win. I'll be right back.” He gave Harry a lingering kiss, then began to stroll towards the castle.
“So, Harry, you never told me about that first night with you and Draco.”

Harry smiled, and regaled the girls, who squeaked at all of the appropriate places. Harry had just finished when Hermione fell to her knees and cried out in pain. She grabbed her chest, right above her heart.

“Draco! Some thing's not right!” she cried out again, great tears  falling from her face staining the grass red.

Harry darted towards the castle as fast as his feet could carry him. He threw open the great solid oak doors. Draco was sitting there, his knees pulled up to his chest. Dark red tears fell from his face, staining his bright white shirt. Little gasps and cries came from his throat. He looked up, his gorgeous blue eyes were completely red.

“Harry... Help.” Draco said weakly, Harry's eyes widened, and he ran up to Draco, dropping to his knees in front of him. “What am I supposed to do?” He asked him.

“The same thing you have always done, Harry. You are supposed to love him until this pain ends.” Albus Dumbledore stood there with his twin brother Aberforth. His dark brown hair fell down between his shoulder blades, his crooked nose making his bright blue eyes seem much larger than they were. Within those eyes held wisdom, the only clue to how old the Dumbledore's really were. Albus was in his dark red robes, Aberforth in midnight blue. Harry looked down at Draco, who was shaking and shivering as if he was in a seizure. Harry sat his hand on his forehead,  and his shaking lessened.  

“What's happening?” Harry asked, and Albus frowned. He ran his hand through his dark brown hair. “We can't seem to find Miss Millicent Bulstrode.”

Harry gasped, “Draco's Sire.”

Aberforth nodded, then crouched next to the boys. He took Harry's other hand that wasn't on Draco's forehead and sat it on Draco's heart. “This act of pain is the separation of  Protein Night crawler's bloodlines. This means that she is dead.”

Draco let out an earsplitting wail. He cried, clutching at Harry's shirt, as if he was the last thing on the planet to save him.

Albus looked down at Harry, whose eyes started to well up with unshed tears. “ Hermione?” he inquired.

Harry jerked his head towards the door. “Probably near the lake with Miss Pansy Parkinson. We were going to have a picnic.”

The Dumbledores nodded, and within a flash they were gone.

Harry sat his hands on either side of Draco's face, ignoring the blood from Draco's eyes, and his weak protests. He kissed him fiercely, then pulled away. “I love you Draco Veritas Malfoy. You are the only thing in this world that I have left.”

Harry looked down at the blood on his hands. He hesitated for a moment, then the small pink tip of his tongue began to dart out, towards Draco's blood. Draco moved suddenly, grabbing both of Harry's wrists and pulling his hands away from his face.

“No! You can't be like me. Don't ever change Harry.”

“You don't understand, Draco. You are my everything now. Ron has become a distant stranger, running off with a new girlfriend at all hours of the day and night. Hermione's already a vampire. There is nothing left in the mortal world for me now.”

“There's your heartbeat.” Draco said, leaning downwards so that his ear sat on Harry's chest, then he sighed as a cadence of thumps met his ears. “ There is also your warmth, and your chance to have children...”

“Belay that.” Harry said, “There is adoption, first of all. My point is, that I trust you with my life, and I would give my life for you. No, not only for you, but to you. I would feed your hunger, and I would die for you, knowing that I gave you a little while longer to live.”

Draco searched Harry's eyes with his own, the tears slowing, and his eyes turned back to the silvery blue they were meant to be. Draco searched Harry's mind, and Harry let him. Trust, love and completion met his mind as he searched for uncertainty.

“You mean it.” Draco whispered.

“Every word.” Harry said vehemently.

Draco shifted so that their foreheads were touching. He leaned forward so that his lips were almost touching Harry's. “ Let me make love to you.” Draco whispered.

“Yes.” Harry whispered, before capturing Draco's lips in a wet but perfect kiss. Draco grabbed his hand and stood shakily. They both made their way to the room of requirement, stopping every once in a while to kiss.

~~


Hermione opened her eyes to soft candlelight. She began to jerk upright, when a perfectly manicured hand rested forcefully on her shoulder.

“Relax, Love.” Pansy's voice rang out. “You have orders to stay in bed. I already cleaned your clothes and face. You are in your room. I love your closet by the way. I hope you like the pajamas I picked out.”

Hermione looked down and squeaked. Her favorite lace camisole top and silk pajama pants were on her, and they didn't conceal much.

“Well, did you like the show?” Hermione gave Pansy a patented Malfoy eyebrow raise.

Pansy smirked, and came out of the room in a black full topped corset, and a pair of boy shorts. Black stockings donned her legs, and five inch heels were on her feet. “I did.” She said seductively.

Hermione groaned as Pansy slid into bed with her, underneath the covers. “Draco... What happened?”

“According to your co-headmasters, there was another Assembly of Night Murder. Millie Bulstrode. She was my best friend growing up. We went to the same private school.”

A few moments of silence passed. Finally Hermione said, “I am sorry.”

“Whatever for?” Pansy asked, curling up under her arm. Hermione clutched her tight, “ It has just been one traumatic ball of shit since we started dating, hasn't it?”

“It hasn't been that bad.” Pansy said. Hermione looked into her lavender eyes.

“Ron on Halloween, My American family's drunken Thanksgiving fiasco.” she shuddered as she remembered washing the dressing out of her hair.

“Then,” Hermione continued, “There was my father's corny jokes, and the blizzard at Christmas. Then there was the torrential rain on Valentine's Day.”

“I thought your father was clever, like you, first of all. The blizzard wasn't a problem, because I had you to keep me warm. Secondly, I thought you and I dancing in the rain on Valentine's Day was terribly romantic, especially when you made your dining room at home look like Martello's.” Pansy grinned as she remembered her favorite Italian restaurant.

Hermione sighed, “I guess. I just wonder if sometimes you would want...”

“A man? Taregan? Is that what's bothering you?” Pansy asked, leaning up on her elbow and looking into Hermione's amber eyes.

Hermione sighed, “Am I that transparent?”

Pansy sighed, “You are to me. And I wouldn't change a single thing in our relationship.” Hermione  smiled, then a psychic flash passed through her head, showing skin, and sweat, and other nefarious images.

“What do you think the boys are up to right now?” Hermione asked.

“Something devilishly exciting, I would wager. Something that would have you wiggling in your panties, I'm sure. “ Pansy smirked.

“Or trying to wiggle you out of yours.” Hermione said seductively.

“Why, Miss Granger! Are you trying to seduce me?” Pansy said, putting on her best innocent face.

Hermione smiled, “Damn straight. Now come here...”
~~
Three sharp raps on her bedroom door woke Hermione. Hermione stood, taking the sheet from the bed with her.  Pansy shivered, her naked body glowing in the moonlight. She began grappling at the blanket, and Hermione covered her. Then she opened the door.

Taregan stood there, a small piece of parchment in his hands. His eyes flushed with heat as he noticed she was naked underneath the sheet. “Good evening, Miss Hermione.”  Hermione ran her hands through her tangled chocolate locks. “Good morning Taregan. Do you have something for me?”

“Headmaster Albus gave me this to give to you. He said something about clues and evidence. He seemed a bit nervous, at least thats what he smelled like.” He tapped his nose.

Hermione bit back a scoff, then opened the note. It said:

Miss Hermione Granger,

We found the place where who we assume Miss Millicent Bulstrode was killed. Again a note was left, and this time, a piece of jewelry.

We know that you have a breakfast date, as does Mister Draco Malfoy. Please just join us at your convenience.

Yours Truly,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Co-Headmaster of Hogwarts Assembly of Night.

Hermione scratched her head, “Breakfast date?”

“Who's that at the door, Hermione?” Pansy's voice sounded from behind her.
Hermione turned her head, and smiled at the sudden pounding in Taregan's heart.  Pansy had only put back on her underwear, which was just the corset and the boy shorts. A bleary eyed smile covered her face as she magically combed her hair and tied it up in one big poof ponytail behind her head.

“Mister Reed! Have you come to join us for breakfast? No fish, I promise.” She wrapped her arms around Hermione's middle, setting her head on Hermione's shoulder.

Taregan gulped, then gasped as Pansy nibbled a trail across Hermione's shoulder. “Um...n-n-n-no, thank you, Princess. I must see to the...cages, or homework... or...”

“Cold shower?” Hermione suggested, getting a snicker from Pansy and a blush from Reed.

“Maybe, my ladies. Just maybe. It might be in order. Enjoy your breakfast Your Highnesses. Whatever it may be.” Taregan said, as he walked away towards the cages for the second time in two days.

Hermione turned around and shut the door behind her. Then she scooped Pansy up in a hearty embrace and laughed, “That was damn near cruel, and I loved every bit of it!”

Pansy laughed too, then said, “Slytherin.” as if it explained everything.
“Nice. Now to breakfast.” she said, ringing the bell for a house elf.

After a breakfast of fruit and oatmeal, and some enthusiastic lovemaking to Harry, Draco found himself staring at the gargoyle to the Dumbledores office.  His mind tingled warmly, then a pair of female arms wrapped around his chest.

“I am fine, sister, really.” he turned his head and looked straight into Hermione's amber colored eyes.

“You can't lie to me, Draco. We share thoughts and feelings when we want, remember? You've been very open psychically and emotionally since last night.” she flushed at the memory of the little psychic flashes of the boys last night while she was talking to Pansy. She squeezed him tighter, and he sighed.

“I can't help it. I just can not believe this is happening again. This time, it's my sire.” Draco ran his fingers through his tousled hair. Hermione sighed, then pulled out her wand and cast the scouring charm on his tear stained face and hands.

He mumbled a thanks, then sighed, “You got your thinking cap on?”

Hermione scoffed, “I am Hermione Granger. My thinking cap is welded to my skull.”

Draco laughed, “Fair enough. Sugar Quills.”

The gargoyle nodded, then jumped out of the way and the spiral staircase ascended. They climbed the staircase, then Draco stepped forward and knocked on the headmaster's door twice.

“Come in.” Albus' voice rang out through the door.

Draco and Hermione both opened the door. Today the Dumbledore twins were in identical black, the color of mourning.

“I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Malfoy.” Aberforth began, but Draco stopped him with a single hand.

“With all due respect, sir, I have said and made my peace with Millie. I just want to find out who did this to prevent it from happening again, and gain some closure.”

Albus nodded, “Fair enough. Then let's go to business.”

He sat down a piece of parchment in front of them. Written on it was a set of numbers.

“Coordinates.” Draco supplied.

“India?” Hermione asked, recognizing the area.

Dumbledore nodded, “the city of Kolkata. Mean anything to the two of you?”

Hermione shrugged, “My parents are vacationing there this summer... they aren't going after my family, are they?” Panic shimmered through Hermione and Dumbledore took a deep breath. “We will send your family some magical protection during their vacation just in case. But does it have any other significance to you?”

Hermione's brow furrowed, familiarity nagging at the back of her mind. “I don't remember.” Hermione finally said, frustrated.
Draco sat a hand on her knee. “It's okay, Hermione, you will figure it out. You always do.”

Aberforth smirked, “You two really do need to stick together in this dangerous time. Which brings up another point. We understand that you are both dating humans?”

“Is there a problem with that?” Draco asked, a touch of venom in his voice.

Albus put his hands up. “Peace, littlest Malfoy. We only bring it up to warn you of the dangers in it. You have made your siring ability forfeit when you made Hermione. So you can not create another vampire, and it is difficult to outlive all of those you know and love.”

Albus looked at Aberforth who solemnly nodded, “ We both had significant others once. My wife's name was Larissa Catchpenny. Albus was dating her best friend,  Gellert Grindelwald.”  

They all sat there in silence for a few moments. “What do you mean, I made my siring ability forfeit?” Draco said, his voice shaking.

Dumbledore sighed, “We only have a finite amount of Protein Night Crawler in our system. You give up half every time you change another into a vampire. Have you noticed you have been hungrier since you changed Hermione?”

Draco nodded, and Dumbledore gave him a knowing smile. “If you were to change another person, you yourself would die. You wouldn't have enough Protein N to suffice your body. The Protein N you have already is just enough to keep you alive. You must drink though.” he pulled out a pitcher out of thin air and poured them all a glass of blood and passed them out. He lifted the glass. “Millie.” he said.

They all murmured her name, then drank deeply. Then the conversation began again.

Hermione said, “We understand your concern, headmasters. Trust me sirs, Pansy and Harry are not in any danger from us.”

“It isn't you we were worried about in the first place.” Albus started, “It is those who might want to hurt you that is the problem. Silence weighed heavy on them once again as they finished their drinks.

“Right.” Aberforth started as the glasses were banished away. “We also found this necklace near the pile of remains.”

“Ashes.” Draco corrected, and Dumbledore sighed, “You do realize that you aren't the only one this is tough for, right, Mister Malfoy?”

“Sorry, Mister Dumbledore, sir... We have to be frank, until this is all over, then we can mourn.” Draco said, and looked to Hermione.

Her eyes were glued on the necklace that Dumbledore was holding up. It was a pair of engraved dog tags on a silver chain. “That's the kanji for wisdom.” Hermione said, grabbing the dangling tags from Dumbledore.

“Significance to you?” Aberforth asked.

Hermione sighed, “It used to be, but not anymore.”

“Meaning?” Draco asked softly.

“ I gave a necklace exactly like this to an ex of mine. She threw it back in my face when we broke up. I still have it. End of story.”

Dumbledore ran his hands through his beard pensively. “Well, maybe it is a clue that you are the only one that can solve this mystery.”

Hermione nodded, her throat feeling tight all of a sudden.

“Well, until we have some clue about who did this, you guys go out and enjoy your weekend.” Albus said, and Aberforth nodded his agreement.

“Thank you sirs.” they both said, leaving the headmasters' office.

They reached the bottom of the steps when a warm tingling sensation filled them both. Hermione opened her psychic doors and Pansy's voice filled her mind. “I love you Hermione Jane. I didn't tell you yesterday, and I should have.”

Hermione smiled. She turned around the corner, seeing Pansy sitting on a bench, Harry laying in her lap. She was braiding little tufts of his hair. She looked up as they turned the corner and smiled.

“I know.” Hermione said out loud, “And I love you too.”

Pansy smiled and stood, giving Hermione a  slow and lingering kiss.

“So,” she said, sounding out of breath, “Double date? Picnic?”

Harry pulled out a picnic basket.

Draco laughed and nodded, the murder temporarily forgotten.
~~

“I have done it, My Lord. I have successfully extracted Protein Night Crawler from a strand of the latest subjects DNA. Now all I need is a zygote to embed it into, then we will have our guinea pig, so to speak.”

“Excellent.” Voldemort's raspy voice shimmered throughout the whole room. “Now, Weasley, I have a task for you.”

Ron stood up, brushing the crumbs from his scone onto the floor. “Anything, my lord.” He bowed.

“I need you to pay a visit to an old traitorous family of mine. I need you to visit the Parkinson's the day before Hogwarts Graduation. They must be destroyed.

Ron nodded, “Very well, my Lord.”

“But!” Voldemort interjected, “There will be a two week old baby there. I want you to bring him back to me. The kidnapping of Miss Pansy Parkinson's little brother or sister could persuade her into being our little... how did she put it? Guinea pig. Don't you think?”

Voldemort looked over his shoulder and a  dark hooded figure appeared from the shadows, laughing.

“That woman stealing bitch won't know what hit her. I'll have Hermione...” Ron exclaimed.

The dark figure pulled down his hood and Taregan Reed stood smiling at Ron. They shook hands.


“And Pansy is mine.”