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A/N: Hi everyone! I'm terribly sorry this took so long to get out. I could go on about being busy and my computer/internet problems, but nobody wants to hear about that lol. Anyway, I want to give a big shout out to the first chapter's reviewers: yue14121990, Ern Estine 13624, Akhesa Hebster, Katrina (Guest), msdarque, and SpiritBlackPaw! Thanks so much for reviewing! Now, on with the story!

Divine My Heart

By: HowlingRain

II.

Sunday mornings, Draco decided, were the best time to be out and about at Hogwarts. The Great Hall was mostly empty due to students sleeping in, so Slytherin table was largely vacant, and the other tables only contained the perkiest of early birds or heavy studiers. He was happy to note that none of those people looked like the sort that had been sneaking up on him to cast hexes. For the first time since he'd arrived back at Hogwarts for eighth year, he felt he could relax in a public space.

And so, with quiet enjoyment, Draco ate breakfast without feeling hurried or tense. After he cleared his plate, he had another pleasant thirty minutes of sipping some tea and reading the next volume of the Winged Love romantic fiction series that Pansy had loaned him under the guise of a Quidditch magazine. Then, when Madam Pince left the head table with Granger quickly following her, Draco stood up, collected his bag, and walked out with deliberate calmness as more students started filtering in. He received a few dirty looks, but nothing worse than that for his presence (it was the best response he'd gotten all week).

Feeling a bit lighter than he had recently, Draco trailed a good distance behind the librarian and Granger. When Madam Pince unlocked the library and the two women disappeared inside, Draco slipped in after them. A minute later he was at his sanctuary. The table was opposite the room from Pince's desk but still in clear sight of it, a place he was out of the way yet under observation enough that it was unlikely any students with a grudge would bother him (and if they did he could potentially hear them coming). He pulled his romance novel back out, planning to finish the chapter before starting on his assignments, when a crumpled piece of parchment fell out of his bag and skittered across the table to stop in front of him.

Draco immediately scowled at the sight, and his good mood vanished.

The crumpled parchment was a letter his mother had hidden amongst his things, and which he'd discovered his first night back at Hogwarts. He grabbed it, and shoved it back into the bottom of his bag. Everything that letter contained were things he didn't want to think about. His future career choices, the likelihood of who could be allies, and last, but most certainly not least, the possibilities for romantic attachments open to him.

The lists, in all cases, were depressingly short and served only to remind him of how monumentally he'd fucked up.

A sigh escaped him, and he looked back at the novel. It was a silly thought, but he wished his life could be like a romance novel. The protagonist might have had to overcome a series of difficult obstacles to reach his or her happy ending, but the ending was happy, and they had love. After everything that had happened to him, he was starting to think that was all that really mattered when it came down to it. Not his father's ideas of high social status or power or wealth.

His mother's list, he knew, had been made with good intentions. She wanted him to be happy. To find a job, or a person on her romantic list, that would make him such. He hadn't found that though, and now here he was. Hiding in the library with no idea what direction his future would take.

Draco gave the book in his hand a gloomy look before placing it back in his bag, no longer interested. Instead he took out his Transfiguration essay and textbook. It was probably for the best, he told himself as he started to work. If Pince had walked by and noticed what he was actually reading she probably would have shrieked, which would have alerted Granger, who, in her scholarly ways, would probably have scolded him for reading such rubbish in a library meant for learning. Light amusement filled him as he wondered how they'd respond if he told them he was learning from it.

••••••••

Ron Weasley was having a rather boring day. His best mate had left the eighth year dormitory, likely on another one of his Solos, before he'd even woken up, and taken both the invisibility cloak and Marauder's Map so he couldn't find him. He'd slept through breakfast, so when he finally got up the common room was empty and he'd had to go to the kitchen to scrounge up a snack. Or really a miniature feast considering how much the house elves liked to feed him. Then he'd gone to the library, hoping that Hermione had convinced Harry to study with her for a while so that he could bail his mate out and they could do something actually fun together.

Harry wasn't in the library though. Hermione was, but his girlfriend was always in there lately. He'd been shocked when she showed up to go to Hogsmeade with him on Saturday, believing, with no small amount of irritation, that his girlfriend would be devoting another day's time to her books instead of him. It was a bit of a relief to spend some time with her after being so... well... frustrated, and they'd snogged a lot in out-of-the-way corners of the village. Now Hermione was focused on her books again, and he still couldn't find Harry.

He took to visiting some of Harry's more well known haunts, but his friend wasn't at any of them. In the end, Ron had basically wandered the castle and its grounds for a few hours. It was a nice walk, but he hadn't found Harry. Now he was back in the eighth year common room, sitting in front of a chessboard without anyone to play with, when Dean and Seamus came out of Dean's room with a football.

"Oi, Ron! Who're ya playing against?" Seamus shouted down to him as they descended the stairs.

"Nobody," Ron sighed.

"Well, want to come play with us then?" Dean was holding up the ball.

Ron eyed it for a second, decided he didn't have anything better to do, and got up. "Sure."

"Harry on a Solo, then?" Dean asked as they left the common room and headed for the training field.

"I guess so. He wasn't there when I woke up this morning, and I haven't been able to find him all day. Did he really do this that much in sixth year? He says I just didn't notice it then, or this summer, but it really seems like he's gone a lot."

Seamus nodded. "Yeah, he was gone all the time sixth year. Most people thought he was with Hermione, I think. Or getting secret lessons from the professors. But most of the time he was probably stalking Malfoy." He snickered. "Those two, they're obsessed with each other, I swear."

Dean chuckled awkwardly. "I'm surprised at how subdued its been between them so far this year."

"Don't remind me," Ron whined. "It was always Malfoy's up to something this or Malfoy's doing something in the Room of Requirement that. I mean, he was right, in the end, but still. I don't want anything else crazy to happen between them. So, what are the rules for football again? I know you've explained them about a dozen times, but..."

Dean took a deep breath and started explaining. Again.

••••••••

The feathered end of her quill brushed her lips, and suddenly Hermione was daydreaming. Ron's lips were on hers and... No. Stop. She looked at the stacks of books and parchment lying around her on the library table. She should be studying, not daydreaming about Ron.

She thought the trip to Hogsmeade with her boyfriend would have quelled the daydreams, or at least held them in check for a while. Instead that was the fifth time she'd been distracted today. The first time was actually Ron's doing because he showed up looking for Harry, but after that it was all her.

Honestly though, she didn't know why Ron thought she'd know where Harry was. When that boy went on a Solo he was gone. It used to mean that he was having a meeting with Dumbledore or off investigating Malfoy, but Dumbledore was gone and Malfoy was here, leaning over an essay only a few tables away from her. She suspected Harry was just trying to avoid Ginny.

Harry had made it very clear to Ginny before they'd left on the horcrux hunt that they were no longer a couple. It had been a hard blow for Ginny, especially since she'd just surprised him with a birthday kiss when he backed away and made the announcement. It had been difficult for Harry too, but she knew he never regretted it. Still, it hadn't been a surprise to anyone when Ginny renewed her advances after the war. That summer Hermione had come across the two many times, always with Harry awkwardly trying to escape. Of course, Harry's attempts at escape weren't any surprise either. He obviously desired to be alone with his thoughts, to mourn those that had been lost, and to find his balance in a world without Voldemort.

There was also the fact that Harry was bi, and to Hermione's knowledge, he'd never really explored that beyond his attempts with girls. Perhaps he'd finally become aware of the fact and was... well, she didn't need to think about her best friend doing those sort of things.

Why was she thinking about Harry's romantic life anyway? She was supposed to be studying! NEWTs exams were extremely difficult, and she had tests in so many subjects! She was very glad she'd dropped Divination years ago. Imagine! Staring into a crystal ball with examiners watching and not seeing anything. Ron would just spout random ideas, and Harry... Well, Harry would imitate Ron, although his ideas were usually more believable.

Hermione huffed and glared at the books around her. She needed to stop getting distracted. Hunkering down over an arithmancy text, she focused on her work.

••••••••

Harry thought the trip to Hogsmeade to buy fabric, which quickly turned into a long experience involving a tailor, clothing of all kinds, jewelry, and far too many bags filled with clothes just for him that Parvati and Luna sweet-talked him into buying (and the shoes, he couldn't forget the shoes), was time consuming. He was wrong. The long shopping trip was only a few seconds in time when compared to decorating the Divination Workshop after Harry asked Winky and the other house elves to clean it for them.

The room was surprisingly large, and Parvati wanted to drape purple and plum cloth all over it. Luna was focused on the smaller details, like crafting decorative candelabras out of silverware. Trelawney was busy unpacking lamps and incense burners, while Harry set up wooden panels to separate the waiting/tea-serving area from the areas where the private readings would take place.

He wondered how Ron would respond to his long Sunday spent on a Solo. Harry had left the common room before Ron was even awake, so the redhead would have no idea where he went. The difficulty of convincing Ron to leave him alone all day though had been daunting, so he quite simply avoided the confrontation and took the Marauder's Map with him. He knew Hermione wouldn't even notice that he was gone. After going to Hogsmeade with Ron the day before she would be back in the library and studying away again today.

Harry set down another panel, cast a few stabilizing and soundproofing charms at it, then pulled the layout sheet from the back pocket of his new tailored trousers. He just needed to set up two more panels, which would form a sort of staffroom for them in the back. Then he'd have to do some transfiguration work on the old tables and chairs the room offered before floating them into their positions.

He was so consumed in his work, that he didn't notice when the women all got together and started whispering to each other. In his defense, he was mostly behind soundproof panels while they were in the small reception area off the waiting room, which Parvati had further closed off by hanging up a curtain of beads between the two. That said. He probably should have realized something was up when the sounds of rustling fabric and Luna's tuneless humming stopped.

He was finishing up the staffroom, transfiguring the battered chairs and tables sleek and sturdy again and combining several broken chairs and musty pillows into a couch, when they walked in and smiled at him. Immediately, he knew something was up.

"Harry," Parvati started, clearly trying (and failing) to sound like she was planning to have a perfectly casual conversation with him. "You've done a very good job so far. Do you think we're missing anything?"

He grunted. "We need some kind of reception desk, rugs for the floors because it echoes too much in here, a large tea set specifically for the workshop and a tea-making station to go with it. We also need to come up with a name for ourselves, a placard of some sort that has what we offer on it, a sign up sheet, some advertising... am I forgetting anything?"

Trelawney was furiously writing down what he'd said in a small notebook, while Parvati looked at him with some surprise. It wasn't an uncommon look for her to gift him with, as she seemed to constantly underestimate him when it came to projects. It always irritated him a little. He was no Ravenclaw or Hermione Granger, but he wasn't stupid. He could multi-task and knew what sort of things he appreciated at other places that would be nice here.

Luna grinned at him. "Those are wonderful ideas," she said. "We were talking about the advertising part. We thought Headmistress McGonagall could give an announcement, but we need some kind of display to go with it."

"Yeah, we were thinking something flashy and dramatic, but still tasteful." Parvati seemed thoughtful as she said it, like she already had something in mind.

"I believe the Halloween feast would be a good time to announce our foray into the Beyond," Trelawney added.

Harry immediately tensed. "Halloween? But something bad always happens on Halloween." He stopped himself, aware of the whine edging in on his voice.

"The feast might overshadow our announcement," said Luna, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

"Do we know that we'll have everything ready for readings by then anyway?" Harry asked, trying to relax.

"Oh, all right," Trelawney sighed. "I shall consult the spirits and look for a more appropriate date." Quickly, she hurried away. Harry didn't doubt that she was going back to her tower to consult with the spirits, probably the spirit of sherry in the bottle she kept hidden behind a curtain. She was very excited for the Workshop.

"How do you feel about suddenly appearing in the Great Hall under a cloud of smoke, causing the fires to change colors, and-"

"We don't want to scare the Blithering Humdingers!"

Parvati stared at Luna, and Harry sighed. "Sudden smoke and mysterious figures that you can't see the faces of could scare people, Parvati. We don't look like Death Eaters, but that's probably the first thing people would think of."

"Oh, right," Parvati agreed, a little pale.

"Do we even need to do something flashy for the announcement? People will probably be interested even if all we have is McGonagall telling everyone it's going to happen. The younger years will just be curious, and the older years will probably be bored enough some weekend to come. Besides, if we're going for the whole mysterious thing, then having a slow first session is okay because it'll let us get used to the performance of it all as well as generate gossip for the rumor mill. Then we'll probably have more people the next time."

Luna smiled at him. "That sounds good."

"Well, someone's quite the little Ravenclaw today, but you're right," Parvati said, sounding disappointed. "Fine. If that's decided, then what are we going to call this? We could really use a name other than Divination Workshop."

Harry shrugged.

Luna appeared surprisingly indifferent.

Parvati groaned. "I guess it's up to me then."

"Just not anything too frilly, yeah?" he spoke up. "We don't just want girls looking for love readings to show up."

"Fine." She wore a ponderous expression. Then she smiled. Then she frowned. Her eyes lit up and a short laugh escaped her lips. She shook her head.

Harry glanced at Luna, but she was humming tunelessly again in that way she claimed would attract Mirowing Mice.

"I've got it!" Parvati shouted. "We'll call it Divine. It says what we're about simply and elegantly without anything 'frilly'." She raised an eyebrow at him.

Luna nodded, still humming.

Harry scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, sounds nice."

"You could be more excited, you know?"

Grinning, he threw his hands up in an arc and shouted, "It's divine!"

Luna giggled. Parvati stared at him, then snorted and covered her face.

A/N: I am really enjoying bringing Parvati into the story like this, lol. I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter! Reviews are much appreciated, and constructive criticism, questions (answered via PM), and other comments are welcome!

Thanks for reading! :) ~ HowlingRain