Septet at Hogwarts or Everyone Has An Opinion

Dances with Witches by Pearle

Summary: Severus Snape loses a magical bet. The consequences? The Tango! My answer to the codpiece challenge on Wiktt. HG/SS

Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. of the Harry Potter series are not mine; they belong to J.K. Rowling and Co. I promise to return them when I am through. Well, most of them anyway.

~~~~~ Dances with Witches ~~~~~

Chapter 14. Septet at Hogwarts or Everyone Has An Opinion

The morning sunlight through the enchanted window cast a warm glow on the figure sleeping in the bed. Severus stretched as his internal clock woke him. He had a rare few minutes to lie in before he was forced to rise, shower, dress, and face the day. He watched a few random dust motes dance in the sunbeam as it hit his coverlet.

The window was an enchantment of the largest window in the Astronomy Tower. His quarters were located under the lake, so it was an enchanted window or a window that looked out on the merpeople and the giant squid, making him feel as if he lived in an aquarium. He would take the sunlight, thank you.

His mind turned to Hermione, as it was wont to do at any given moment. She would be coming to Hogwarts tomorrow for the game and a quiet dinner after. He'd made reservations at a new restaurant that had opened in Hogsmeade over the summer. Witchcraft was one of the more upscale establishments in the little town, especially when compared to the Hog's Head. But then, he thought with a snort, even a broom closet could win out over that place and Witchcraft, as far as he knew, did not allow goats to run through the restaurant. The establishment was understated but elegant, and would be the perfect backdrop for their dinner date.

Severus's stomach rolled over as he thought of their date. Minerva had been on his back all week about his 'interest' in Hermione. He was, apparently, the main topic of conversation among the gaggle of witches inhabiting the castle. Their conversation came to a dead halt every time he entered the staff room.

Hooch and Sprout had the good grace to blush and look away when he glared at them. But Poppy looked like the cat that swallowed the canary and Minerva's mouth seemed to be set in a perpetual thin line, lips tightly compressed in disapproval. Everyone seemed to have an interest in his life lately. Even Albus and Remus would smile and attempt to pat him on the back in a show of camaraderie. It was enough to tempt him back to his Death Eater days. Well, not really, but it was getting on his nerves. It took all of his considerable control not to hex the old hags every time he heard a snicker coming from one of them.

What surprised him the most, was Ginevra Weasley. Minerva had taken on the role of substitute mother after Hermione's parents were killed. It had been Wednesday night, on one of his nightly patrols of Hogwarts, he had overheard Minerva questioning Ginny.

He stepped quietly into a darkened alcove when he heard his name and listened, unseen, to Minerva's cross-examination of the young woman. Minerva repeatedly asked Ginny questions about Hermione and her interest, if any, in him. It was with amazement he heard Ginny chastise the Deputy Headmistress.

Ginny had taken Minerva to task for interfering in her friend's life and insinuating that something was wrong. According to Hermione, Ginny told Minerva, she was happy. And no, Professor Snape did not appear to have any ulterior motives. They had started a working relationship and it had turned into something more. What more, she was not sure. Hermione found the Professor to be interesting and enjoyed his company. And Ginny, for one, was happy her friend was happy. Severus's fragile ego felt a lift at the young witch's words.

Her next comment threw him for an even larger loop. Ginny proceeded to 'defend' him to Minerva. Listing his years of spying, his work for the Order, the final battle, even his Order of Merlin, first class. He could hear the annoyance in Minerva's voice as she told Ginny that she did indeed respect Severus and considered him her friend. It was Ginny's parting words that shocked him the most.

"If he is truly your friend," Ginny said, "then I would think you would be happy for both of them. I hope their relationship does lead to something. No one should be alone. Professor Snape has spent his life trying to protect all of us without asking for anything in return. It's about time he had a little happiness. Now, if you will excuse me, it is time for my shift in the hospital wing." And with that, she turned on her heel and left, leaving Minerva shocked and speechless in her wake.

Severus turned and made his way back to his quarters. He poured himself a healthy dose of whiskey and tried to process what he had just heard. Foremost, was that Hermione was happy and interested in him. He had thought she might consider him a novelty and the newness would wear off after a while, now he was not so sure. Maybe something, whatever something was, would come of their new relationship. He sat back in his chair and watched the fire, lost in thought. His smirk was evil as he thought of a slip of a girl bringing Minerva to task.

He had always thought Ginny the most level head of that whole family. He had felt compassion for the young woman after her torment at the hands of the Dark Lord her first year at Hogwarts. Someone of less metal would be in a padded room in St. Mungo's by now. He knew she'd had nightmares for several months after. He himself had brewed the Dreamless Potion she took that summer, tapering the strength of the potion, at Molly's request, over the six months following the incident. All in all, she seemed to have moved passed the ordeal.

Ginevra had been seeing Potter for about six months now. The bloody boy who lived just to continue annoying him was around almost as much as when he was a student. He did not exactly hate Potter. The boy had been respectful, but distant, when they had brainstormed the final battle plans. Potter didn't seem to have to do anything specific to annoy him, breathing alone was enough. Severus sighed. He would have to appear more tolerant of Potter if he was to see Hermione on any regular basis. They were still fast friends, along with the annoying Mister Weasley.

'Do you think Potter has seen, The Thong?' asked the annoying voice in his head. He told the voice to bugger off but not before he wondered why he had such an obsession with it. 'Because it's black instead of Gryffindor red, you idiot. Wonder who she was thinking of when she bought it?' Who, indeed?

It was with considerable effort he dragged himself out of bed and headed for the shower. He groaned as he thought of double Potions with Gryffindor and Slytherin after breakfast. Some days were just trouble waiting to happen.

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"Repeat after me, Ree-mus. The emphasis is on the first syllable." Hermione smiled sweetly, paying no attention to the intense scowl from the man next to her.

"Ignoring the fact that the match has yet to start, I do not believe there is anything wrong with my diction. Do not count your Billywigs before they sting, Miss Granger." His tone was smooth and held an underlying note of amusement.

"I just thought you would like to get some practice before you lose."

Severus eyed the young witch for a moment before leaning closer and saying, "Would not the same hold true for you, Hermione?"

Hermione blushed. His tone implied something more than a casual comment. And after Thursday night, his close proximity and silky tone made her stomach flip.

Ginny noticed Hermione sitting with Severus as she and Harry started down the stairs of the faculty stands. She had yet to tell Harry of their friend's association with the Potions Master. The bench in front of Hermione was half empty. It was to these seats Ginny directed Harry.

Harry's focus had been on Ginny when they entered the stands. It was not until they were seated that he heard Hermione's voice behind him. "Hermione! I didn't know you were going to be at Hogwarts today. Why didn't you owl me?" Harry had the shock of his life when he turned to greet his friend. Hermione and Severus were sitting fairly close together. The two, lost in conversation, ignored the world around them.

"Hi, Harry. Hey, Ginny. I didn't see you come in." Hermione smiled warmly at her friends.

"What are you doing here?" Harry's confusion was turning to anger as he regarded the Potions Master.

Severus glared at him before remembering his promise to be more tolerant of Potter when Hermione was around. His scowl disappeared, only to be replaced with a look of indifference.

Ginny's smile was genuine as she greeted Hermione and the Potions Master. A slight nod of Hermione's head indicated she was indeed with Severus.

"Watching the match. I'm staying over tonight. I'll catch up with you later." Hermione had turned back to Severus and picked up the threads of their previous conversation. Harry felt her dismissal as keenly as if she had slapped him.

"See you later," Ginny agreed, before quietly telling Harry to turn around and let it be. They would talk later. But in Harry's opinion, Ginny seemed to be enjoying his discomfort a bit too much.

Remus arrived just as the match started. The stands were almost fully occupied. He took the last seat next to Hermione. After greeting those around him, he settled in to watch the match, not knowing he was the possible consequence of a bet.

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It was difficult to say which occupant of the faculty booth was the most shocked and for what reason. The match was tied 50 to 50. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, as the seekers for both teams streaked through the sky after the elusive snitch. The Gryffindor seeker proved to be just a little faster, giving Gryffindor the win.

As a cheer went up from the Gryffindor box and several of the staff, Hermione threw her arms around Severus and hugged him. Severus's arms went around the witch almost as a reflex, returning the hug. He had actually had a hard time concentrating on the game with Hermione next to him. Sometime during the game, she had moved to sit against him. His body twitched in response to the feel of her leg touching him from the hip to the knee.

Severus hastily pulled back as he realized the very public location they were currently occupying. His actions only seemed to confirm Minerva's suspicions that something was amiss. Albus and Minerva had been sitting two rows back, giving Minerva the perfect opportunity to watch the couple throughout the match. Albus's cheery manner seemed to further her irritation as he refused to show any concern for the situation. Hooch and Sprout were sitting on the far side of the stands. The three witches exchanged knowing glances before turning their attention to the match.

Hermione turned to her left and briefly hugged Remus before turning back to Severus with a wicked grin. "Aren't you going to congratulate Remus on Gryffindor's win, Severus?"

To say he was annoyed would have been a gross understatement. He could feel the magical bet trying to loosen his tongue so he could congratulate the damn werewolf. "It is not as if he is directly responsible for Gryffindor's win, Hermione. He did not catch the blasted snitch himself."

Hermione smiled. "Nonetheless."

With an overly dramatic sigh, Severus said, "Very well. Congratulations on your house win," the name was unwillingly forced from his lips, "Remus." He turned his glare on Hermione, but found he had long since lost the power to intimidate the young woman.

Remus raised a brow in question at the obvious use of his given name. "Thank you, Severus. It was a close match." Emotions had been running high between the two all throughout the match. He was acutely aware of the attraction the two seemed to have for one another.

Harry turned around in his seat when he heard Severus address Remus by name. "Hermione, can I speak to you for a minute?" Dinner would be starting in the Great Hall soon, but he needed to talk to Hermione first.

"Actually, Harry," Hermione glanced briefly at Severus before continuing, "I can't talk now. I need to change for dinner. Severus made dinner reservations for us at that new restaurant in Hogsmeade. I have just enough time to change before we leave."

If he lived to be two hundred, Severus didn't think he could be more pleased as he watched Harry's mouth open and close several times in surprise, without uttering a sound. Earlier, he had thought to hex Potter as the twit kept glancing back at him in thinly veiled displeasure. He did not, however, wish to face Hermione or Ginevra's wrath. Bringing down the Dark Lord was a walk in the park compared to what two angry witches could do to him.

"I have heard Witchcraft has very good food. Have a great time." Ginny turned to Harry with a smirk on her face. "Close your mouth, Harry, you look like a fish."

Severus offered Hermione his arm. "May I escort you back to the castle? Ginevra, Remus, Potter." The last name was said with utter disdain as he escorted Hermione to the stairs. All in all, he thought, it was shaping up to be a good day.

The quiet in the stands was broken by Hermione's laugh. She called her goodbyes to Harry and the others over her shoulder as she left with Severus. Remus broke out into a quiet chuckle as he observed the look on Harry's face.

"They're going out to dinner? And why were they so cozy? What else is going on? What aren't you telling me, Gin?" Harry was beside himself.

"What is there to tell you? Hermione is seeing the Professor. She's your friend, Harry, and if you know what is good for you, you will be happy for her." Ginny fixed him with a quiet stare, daring him to argue with her. "I'm starving. Let's head for the Great Hall. Why is it you've never taken me to Witchcraft? I think you and I need to talk, Harry." Ginny grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to the stairs.

Harry's voice could be heard as they climbed the stairs, "What is going on, Gin?"

"How would I know? Though I do seem to remember Hermione saying he kissed well."

Harry paled at the thought of his friend with Snape. "You have got to be kidding? Hermione snogging...SNAPE?" Harry stopped abruptly and clutched his stomach, his voice turning into a whine, "I think I'm going to be sick. Snape?"

"Well, then it's a good thing you're dating a mediwitch, isn't it? Some Aum-nauseo potion will fix you right up."

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"It's almost ten. They should have been back by now."

"She's a big girl. I wouldn't worry. You can talk to her in the morning, Harry." Ginny had lost track of how many times in the last few hours Harry had commented on Hermione.

"She hasn't returned to her room yet. The charm I placed on the door is still intact. Where is she?" Harry had placed a notify charm on Hermione's door after dinner. A ringing bell would sound to the spell caster when the door was opened, thus notifying the spell caster when someone was coming or going. It was especially popular with parents of teenagers, discouraging them from sneaking out when placed over the house, encompassing both the doors and windows.

"Maybe she isn't planning on returning to her room tonight." Ginny suggested.

Harry looked at Ginny in disbelief. He visibly shuddered as he said in a quiet voice, "You mean, Hermione and Snape? They... No. I can't believe... That's not funny, Gin."

"I'm not joking, Harry. I suggest you wrap you mind around the idea that the two are together. Really, I think they go well together."

"You know what he's like. He was horrible to us all through school! I can't believe she has any interest in the greasy git." Harry knew he went too far by the look on Ginny's face.

Ginny's eyes took on a steely quality, her tone stern. "You listen to me, Harry Potter. Hermione is our friend. And how dare you speak of the Professor like that? Do I have to remind you of the final battle? If you don't care if Hermione ever speaks to you again, then go right ahead and charge forward without thinking about her feelings. But if you ever hope to have her talk to you again, I suggest you back off. For your information, Hermione is going to ask the Professor to the party at the Burrow next week."

Harry sat in shocked silence. Hermione was asking Snape to the Burrow? Hermione's birthday was Friday and Arthur's was Saturday. Every year, Molly threw a combined birthday party for their family and friends. The party had become even more important to Hermione after her parents' deaths. And now, she was including Snape. "You think he means that much to her?"

Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "She told me she likes him. Think about it, Harry. They're a lot alike. Now, I haven't seen you in a week, do you really want to sit here and talk all night?"

Harry made a promise to himself to talk to Hermione in the morning. Just a friendly talk to let her know he was there for her if she needed him. He gave up any attempt at further rational thought as Ginny proceeded to show him just how much she had missed him.

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Dinner had gone well. Witchcraft was as elegant as it was understated. Ginny had been right; the food was excellent. Severus had chosen a dry red wine that seemed to complement the meal as well as relax the two of them. They exchanged stories of their day; hers at the university, his teaching yet another class of dunderheads. As the dinner progressed, their talk turned to their interests in music and books. The outside world slipped away, as they discussed and debated various authors, playwrights, and performers.

"May I suggest the house specialty for dessert?" The waiter had appeared silently at Severus's elbow.

"Hermione?"

"Everything was delicious, but I don't think I could eat another bite." Hermione was inordinately pleased the evening had gone so well. Her initial nervousness had faded sometime during the main course leaving her relaxed enough to enjoy the company of the man she was with.

"What is the house specialty?"

"A special confectionery created by the chef exclusively for Witchcraft. It is titled, Death by Chocolate." The waiter's tone left no room for decision. It was a once in a lifetime treat, not to be missed.

Severus remembered from her school days, chocolate was one of Hermione's favorites. "I believe the lady and I will share a dessert."

"Very good, sir." With a bow he was gone.

"Severus."

"I seem to recall you liking chocolate."

Hermione smiled. "I love chocolate, but I could do without the calories. I don't get as much exercise during the school year as when I teach dance during the summers."

Severus's voice dropped, sending a shiver down her spine. "Don't be ridiculous. The current fad of stick-thin witches is absurd. I prefer a woman with a shapely figure rather than the way some of these young girls walk around today."

Hermione blushed at the implied compliment. "It's hard to think of you as a man who actually looks at women."

Severus laughed quietly. "At the end of the day, that is all I am, Hermione. A man. I have warned you before about being seen with me. I fear now it is too late." He gestured to the other patrons in the restaurant. Several people had turned to look at them as they walked in. It was not every day one got to see two heroes from the final battle up close. It was a rare event to see the feared Potions Master of Hogwarts in the company of...well, anyone really. It was likely there would be a mention of their dinner in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. "I imagine we will be the general topic of discussion tomorrow morning. I also have no doubt that Mister Potter is laying in wait for you right now, imaging the worst."

Hermione's laugh was warm. "He knows better than that. Besides, Ginny would hex him to next week and back if he tried anything. She approves of you, you know."

Severus's black gaze was piercing. "And what do you think?"

Hermione never got the chance to answer. The waiter appeared just as suddenly as before. With a flourish, he placed the dessert on the table. The sinfully rich dessert seemed to float above the translucent dish it was resting on. Death by Chocolate was a piece of rich, flourless, chocolate fudge cake covered in a dark chocolate ganache. The top of the cake was feathered with white chocolate to resemble a spider's web. Shards of rich dark chocolate, around the edges, finished the cake.

Severus chuckled darkly as he watched Hermione's eyes widen. "Go ahead. Take the first bite." A moment later it was Severus who was breathless as he watched Hermione eat the slice of cake. 'Did you see that?' asked the voice in his head in an awed whisper. 'Circe, it looks like she's making love to the fork.' Severus shifted in his seat as he watched the wanton performance in front of him.

Hermione had taken a small bite of cake. The fork slipped slowly from her lips as her eyes fluttered close. Her tongue darted out to catch a single crumb, slowly caressing her lower lip in the process. A small moan came from the witch as she savored the flavor.

Severus felt his resolve slip as his body responded to the most erotic image he had ever seen. His voice was husky as he asked, "May I assume you are enjoying the dessert?"

Hermione's eyes opened slowly. She had noticed a subtle change in his voice. While she had always thought his rich baritone to be sexy, this husky drawl set her nerves to tingling. "Let's go back to the castle, Severus."

The bill was settled and the two left the restaurant. Severus pulled Hermione into an alcove as he bent to kiss her. The taste of Hermione and chocolate assaulted his senses. His arousal heightened by the feel of the woman in his arms. The kiss was raw and passionate. Hermione could feel his erection pressing against her, as her body molded to his.

Severus drew his cloak around them, his voice a growl, "Hold on to me. I'm going to Apparate us to the front gate." It took all of his considerable will to concentrate on the process of Apparating and not think of the sexy woman clinging to his side.

Hold on? She has no intentions of ever letting this amazing man go. She knew him to be hard and difficult at times. He definitely had a stubborn streak running through him a mile wide. But, she had never felt the connection with anyone that she felt with Severus. His intelligence intrigued and challenged her. His wit, biting and dry, was amusing. The last two years, since the final battle, had softened his anger. She was not some starry-eyed teenager with illusions of castles in the sky and happily ever afters. She was just as hardheaded and stubborn as he was. But the fire he started in her blood was like nothing she had ever felt before.

As a teen, she worried that she was not like other girls. She was the perpetual bookworm. Her interest in boys seemed to be on a casual level. Viktor had escorted her to the Yule Ball and then turned into a long-distance pen pal. Ron had a crush on her their sixth year at Hogwarts, but they quickly decided they were better as friends then as boyfriend and girlfriend.

She had lost her virginity to a neighbor the summer between her sixth and seventh year. Sex was something she had been curious about, especially after hearing the other girls talk about their experiences. The encounter left her wanting and unsettled. She had dated a bit at University. A few more sexual episodes had left her wondering about the validity of the stories she had heard.

It was not until Severus had kissed her that first night that she understood what all the talk was about. She had laughed at the phrase, 'wet with desire.' But, for the first time ever, it applied to her. Her desire for this dark wizard scared her as much as it enthralled her.

With a crack, they disappeared from the doorway and reappeared at the front gates of Hogwarts. Severus's arms tightened around her as he kissed her with unbridled passion, his tongue thrusting heavily into her mouth. His hands on her buttocks pulled her tightly against his body. She could feel his erection, hard and heavy through the layers of clothing, her leg twined around his as she moved against him.

She moaned his name into his mouth as his hand caressed her arse, his member growing harder. He was willing to take her against the gate in a minute if they didn't stop. He had an idea she probably wouldn't object if he did.

"Hermione, my quarters," he said, as they separated. They quickly made their way to a side entrance of the castle that lead to Severus's quarters. Once inside, he turned to lock and ward the door. He added a silencing charm for good measure. All thought of restraint went out the window as he felt Hermione's arms around his waist.

"Do you know what you do to me? How lovely you are?" He was kissing his way down the side of her neck, his hands tangled in her hair. Her breathing was ragged as he gently bit the side of her neck before soothing the heated skin with his tongue.

"Severus." Hermione seemed to have lost the power of speech as his hand moved to caress her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple through the soft velvet of her gown. She was running her hand along his back and down the side of his body. One hand moved to the front, to undo the clasp of his cloak. It fell to the floor with a soft thud as she started on the buttons of his coat.

Severus buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the soft floral scent of her shampoo. Roses, he thought. He swallowed harshly, "Hermione, are you...? Have you ever...?"

"Hmmm?" Her eyes appeared almost as black as his. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes glazed with lust.

Severus's head snapped up as he heard Albus calling him through the Floo Network. "Go away, Albus, before I am forced to cast an Unforgivable on you." He would cheerfully hex the Headmaster if it meant he could be alone with Hermione.

"Severus, Hermione, I am truly sorry to interrupt you. If it were not of the utmost importance, I would not have bothered you."

"I am warning you, Albus, go away," he snarled.

Albus's voice was quiet. "Severus, Mister Ackart was brought to the hospital wing a short time ago. He attempted to take his own life. He added belladonna to a Draught of the Living Death before he drank it. Poppy managed to save him but he will not speak to anyone. You are Head of his house." The words hung in the silence of the room.

Severus drew a shaky breath. He had watched the boy on and off throughout the last year. The lad was quiet and withdrawn, not making friends easily. He identified with the child more than he cared to think about. He looked at Hermione. "Hermione, I have to..."

Her smile filled his heart. "Go, Severus. He needs you. I will be here when you return."

"I am sorry. I will hurry back as quickly as I can." He cast a cleaning charm on his clothes and was in the process of closing the endless rows of buttons Hermione had just managed to open.

Her smile was warm. "It will give me time to look at your library. Go. Take all the time you need."

He nodded and kissed her quickly, marveling over her compassion. "I'm coming, Albus," he called out. Severus grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder and stepped into the fireplace. In a clear voice he called out, "The Hospital," and disappeared.

Hermione sighed as she watched him go. After selecting a book on exotic ingredients, she curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs by the fire to wait for him. She shucked her shoes off and tucked her feet under, burrowing deep into the cushions.

It was here Severus found her almost three hours later. In addition to trying to gently gather information from Ackart, he was forced to calm his roommate, too. Kinnard had stumbled on his friend minutes after he had taken the draught. He acted quickly, sounding an alarm and sending others for help while he stayed with Ackart. Severus had a difficult time trying to convince the young man he was not responsible for his friend's actions. He had finally calmed the boy down and reassured Ackart that things would be better. He was still not sure where the boy had obtained the draught. Severus stayed until Poppy gave both students a strong dreamless potion. Albus had said he would contact both sets of parents and apprise them of the situation. They would talk further in the morning, knowing the lad was safe in Poppy's care for the night.

Severus was beyond weary when he finally returned to his quarters. He was surprised and delighted to find Hermione asleep in the chair, having assumed she had returned to her room some time ago as the hour grew late. He stood watching her for a moment as she slept. Hermione shifted, mumbling in her sleep. His voice was quiet, "Shhh. Sleep." With a tired sigh, he gently covered her with a blanket and kissed the top of her head before he dropped down on the sofa. He summoned a soft throw from the other room. It was with thoughts of Hermione he drifted off to sleep.

TBC

A/N: The steps and form of the dance (as well as those that appear in future chapters) are from this web site: Tango tutorial - http://64.70.140.102/ourdance.htm. Challenge rules can be found following chapter one.

Septet- A set of seven musicians who perform a composition written for seven parts.

Hogwarts septet is as follows- Severus, Hermione, Ginny, Harry, Albus, Minerva, and Remus.

Aumnauseo from Latin meaning, A-um-not, and nauseo - to cause disgust or nauseate.

Belladonna - essence of this poisonous plant is part of a student's standard potion-making kit.

Draught of the Living Death - Causes someone to fall into a deep sleep.

Quidditch – 10 points a goal, 150 points for catching the snitch

From the HP Lexicon: Billywig - A magical insect, native to Australia. It is about a half-inch long and vivid blue in color. A Billywig's sting causes giddiness and levitation. For this reason, the Billywig's sting is highly sought after by Australian wizards. Dried Billywig stingers are useful as a potion ingredient.

Death by Chocolate. There are various recipes with this name. The cake described is from here: Jenny's Gourmet bakery at wwwjennysbakerycom.au/cakes2.htm.

Ganache- A rich icing made of chocolate and cream heated and stirred together, used also as a filling, as for cakes or pastry.

Still to come, What happens when Harry finds Hermione? Sunday at Hogwarts, The Burrows, and more. Enjoy. Please review and let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! As always thoughts, comments, reviews, whatever are always welcome.

I would like to thank Nakhash for graciously offering to be my beta. Another set of eyes is always helpful, the mistakes, however, are still my fault.

Regards, Pearle