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“Harry! Hermione! Come on!” he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face as his two wayward lovers lay tangled in a mess of the bedsheets. For once, neither of his wild hair lovers were awake with the sunrise–a night of drinking after the breakup/divorce of the century would do that to a person.
Harry Potter had just broken off his engagement to Ginevra Weasley following a few revelations of soul marks. Upon his 21st birthday he had, like many wizards, received a soul bonds mark, And his….didn't match up to Ginevra’s. Witches received their marks on their 17th, and Harry had recognized part of his mark as one he had seen appear on one of his best friends while they were on the run.
Hermione Granger had married Ronald Weasley, but divorced him and the divorce was granted–hence the reason they had all been out partying. The third of their soul bonded Quintet leaned against the doorframe , raising an eyebrow at the scowl from the woman on the bed. “Come on Mi…you will feel better with coffee, and food. Har you too. Up and at them before I call in reinforcements.” The man chuckled, eyeing the marks that took up Hermione’s sunkissed arm and Harry's tanned arm. His own arm matching theirs. He leaned back as an arm wrapped around his waist and grinned as his reinforcements showed up.
Charlie let out a low laugh “Struggling to get our sleeping beauties up Blaise?” He teased the man who answered “Yes because apparently they sleep like the dead after a night of drinking…but also Mi may have threatened to remove a very tender part this morning when I first tried to get her up and that was with just a look, Char.” he smirked as Charlie gave a wince.
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Each member of this new group found themselves eyeing their matching sleeve of marks. Each of them bore a mark that was vividly colored, which was their own, then there were dark shadowy outlines that would color in over time when around the magic of their bonded. Blaise’s mark was a vividly colored black widow, that rested smack on his wrist. It often made him laugh since it was oddly reminiscent of the title his mother often bore, and as he watched the more the silhouettes filled in. For Harry his mark was a stag who carried a lily and whose antlers formed the symbol of the deathly hallows. Harry's stag was slowly turning into a mother of pearl blue sheen that Blaise knew would start to look like the stag patronus on his arm, with the hallows symbol and lily in a soft gold
Hermione's mark on Blaise’s arm took up most of his forearm, a series of books and a time turner of all things in soft muted earthy browns and dark blues with a shimmery gold that matched the hallows symbol. Charlie’s mark was another big one that wrapped his whole arm leaving space for the others just barely, the head of the slender dragon coming to rest on Blaises collarbone with a mouth spewing flames towards his heart. And last but not least, the grim paw print that resided on the top of everyone's hand.
Sirius Black coming back from the veil had been a surprise when the war had ended and it had honestly shocked the members of the Wizarding world to see that the veil had spit Ssirius out on October 31st. Just after the war was won, and he was the age he had been when he was first sent to Akzaban. His Marks had been on his arm since his 21st but had never filled in as he had never really been around his bonds. Lady Fate and Magick had apparently decided to give the man another chance.
Blaise watched as said final member of their quintet, shifted smoothly into his animagus form before pouncing on the two on the bed, snickering at the cries of outrage and annoyed laughter.
The End