Part 1

Hermione Granger

February 12th

Ron came over tonight. It is the first time he's come to see me like this in two months and I haven't gone to him in twice that time. I find I need our late night rendezvous less and less and the feeling, I believe is mutual on his part. It used to be every week when we first started, sometimes more. It was agreed we would do this until we found something more permanent to fill the voids in our lives and it seemed we were now doing that. Moving on and finding less and less time to fit one another in.

He didn't even talk to me tonight. He grabbed me roughly from my seat at the small table in my kitchen and pushed me up against the counter, kissing me hard and grappling with the buttons on his jeans. It was rough and heavy and needy and it turned out it was exactly what I needed tonight. To just fuck and think of nothing or no one else.

It had been like this the last time he came around however it hadn't ended well and I had spent the rest of the night trying to boost his male pride. It happens a lot I had said. Don't worry about it. Secretly I was bothered. What girl wouldn't be?

I helped with his jeans and grabbed his hard dick with my hand pumping it slowly as he ripped open my blouse and took my nipple into his mouth. His hands bunched up my skirt around my waist then he spun me round and bent me over the kitchen side. I was excited and all thoughts of the failed attempt two months ago had left my mind. I closed my eyes and focussed on the way he pulled my knickers to the side and stroked his tip along my wet entrance.

As he pushed inside of me, we both moaned loudly. My insides clenched around him as he began to fuck me, one hand in the middle of my back pressing me into the counter and the other gripping my hip. It was hard and fast and he had me teetering on the edge of orgasm quickly.

It was good while it lasted. After a minute or two he lost his erection and kept slipping out of me, no matter how many times he tried to put it back in.

He eventually gave up and stepped away, re-fastening his jeans. He said he was sorry then turned and left me bent over the kitchen side with my bottom in the air. I found I wasn't even that disappointed that he had left, bar the fact that I had been so close to coming.

I showered quickly after that, washing his touches and his scent off my body. I went into my bedroom, undressed and lay beneath the covers, touching myself. Dancing my fingers across my bare skin. Circling my nipples with the tips of my fingers and delving my other hand in-between my legs. My fingers slipped slowly inside, coating it with wetness before i began circling my clit as I pinched my nipples, finally bringing myself over the edge not thinking of Ron, but of someone else. I think about him every time. Even when I was being fucked by Ron I thought of him. Wishing it was his hands gripping my skin and his dick inside me.

It's hard not to think about him. I work with him everyday. I see him every day, we talk everyday. It used to be difficult. We used to fight and scream and yell at each other and the rest of the team used to hate us being partners but now we just... I don't know.

It's as if we just got everything out of the way. Every bad thing that had happened between us had been said by the other. It had all been laid bare from the many arguments and now everything was there in the open. It made it easier for us to get along yet it made it harder for me to control my feelings. He is so stubborn and has no filter. He just says what's on his mind without thinking but at least you know where you stand with him that way. I on the other hand like to play my cards close to my chest. I like to keep things hidden. Hence why I think of him when I am alone in my home and why I don't let my feelings interfere with our work.

He's asked me back to his place more times than I can count. We close a case and go out for a few drinks to celebrate. We flirt and we laugh and we joke and sometimes he strokes my thigh with his feather light touches that sends electric through my body and I want nothing more than to reach out a touch him too. I always decline despite the longing between my legs and the ache in my gut. I hate myself for it but it's easier this way.

Then the next day at work we ignore the night before and get on with our jobs. We're the best, after all. That's what they keep telling us and that's why we get the best cases because we work well together. Anything more than a working relationship and it always gets messy.

It doesn't stop me thinking about him on nights like this where I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like if one time I said yes. If I went back to his and let him touch more than my thigh. If I let him kiss me. Maybe it would be different if we weren't drunk. Maybe it would be different in the sober light of day if he asked me then. Would I say yes?

Yes.

Every time yes.

But he never has and I doubt he ever will.

Draco Malfoy

February 13th

She's distracted today.

She's barely looked at me.

It might be the case. Dead end after dead end. It doesn't exactly scream an ideal scenario for detectives to be in. We like clue's. We like finding the trail and at the moment the trail has gone cold. So she does what she can. She researches everything she can about the victim and I re-read the case file. It's what we do when we can't figure out what else to do.

It's quiet in the office today, her head buried in the paperwork on her desk. I ask her how her evening was and she replies that it was fine. On a good day she would ask me how my night was but I wouldn't tell her exactly what I got up to.

Oh, I went out with Blaise again to a couple of bars, had a few drinks I would say. Leaving out the part where I received a blow job off a beautiful French Beaxbatons Alumni in the toilet whilst thinking of her the whole time, wishing it was her lips wrapped around my dick and not the blonde on her knees in-between my legs.

She would nod and joke with me that if I hadn't been focussing on getting inebriated with one on my friends, that maybe we would be closer to closing this case. I would tease her back, saying she needed to relax and she would kick me under the desk and tell me she would be more relaxed if I weren't around.

While I reminded her that she couldn't live without me let alone do this job without me, she would shrug her shoulders and I would watch the small smile spread across her freckled cheeks because she could never keep a straight face. She thinks she is so unreadable.

She would eventually get back to her paperwork and I would get back to the case notes. Not today. It seems she is on another planet today.

Even in the silence she's excellent company but my mind wanders quickly and I can't help looking at her. Chewing her lip as she pours over the mountain of paperwork on her desk. I want to take her lip and drag it between my own teeth.

She must know. I make it obvious. Well, I try to keep any flirting above board during office hours but on the occasion I get her on her own and she loosens up after a glass of wine I never hold back. She always declines which is frustrating because I think the way she looks at me when her inhibitions are lowered is the same look I can feel on my own face.

I must be reading everything wrong and I need to stop thinking about this. To stop thinking about her and move on.

I need to get out. I need a distraction. So I decide to slip away and grab us both some lunch before I do something unprofessional.

Blaise Zabini

February 13th

Not even the three vials of pepper up potion that I took this morning could subdue the thumping in my head. I always drink too much and Draco always seems to know when to stop which is infuriating because as a child he was the one that never knew when to give up.

I take a long, lazy shower, dress slowly and head for the only place I know for sure that will cure my hangover.

The Quidditch field.

She was there again. It seems she is always there. It's the closest training field to her home; so I've been told. I hear she's in line for trials at the Holyhead Harpies and I'm not surprised because she knows how to handle a broom. As I walk onto the edge of the pitch she descends from the clouds and lands a few feet away from me. Her cheeks are rosy and I can tell she has been here for at least an hour. She nods her head my way then makes her way towards the changing rooms at the far end of the pitch. I kick off from the ground feeling a tinge of annoyance that yet again I have failed to make conversation with her.

With my fuzzy head and my anger at myself I do a couple of laps before I take a break and fly as high as I can into the air. When the stands and the pitch are far below me and the wind is howling around my ears I hang onto my broom and relish in the feel of the bitterly cold winds, biting at my fingertips. I try to block out all thoughts of her red hair and her freckled skin. She is still taken, last time I checked which I seem to do every week. And besides I have Theo.

Well, he isn't mine. We aren't each others. We just fuck each other occasionally. Theo is gay. He told me one drunken night after the War had ended and I told him I liked men and women and he had kissed me and I had let him.

He is so obviously in love with someone else but he comes back to me and I let him because we've been doing this for some many years it's sometimes hard to stop. He confides in me that he is scared because he doesn't think the guy he is in love with loves him back. Theo is this guys secret and Theo doesn't want to be a secret anymore. So when they argue and when they fight, Theo comes to me because I don't treat him like a secret.

Theo knows I have been crushing over Red for a little over a year now and he is the one who informs me of her relationship status as her brother turns out to be the one he is desperately in love with.

When I head back down to ground my head is clearer until I see Red at the edge of the pitch watching me. When she sees I notice her, she slowly pushes herself off the post and turns towards the exit. I wonder whether she was waiting for me and I shake my head immediately after. She's a good girl. She's his girl.

I promise myself that next time I will definitely talk to her. She's taken but what's wrong with a bit of friendly conversation?

I decide that once I have showered I will go to Draco at work and buy him lunch. He works with Granger and she is one of Red's best friends so maybe, just maybe I can find out more.

That is until I arrive back at home. I find Theo, sitting on my sofa and he has made me a drink. It's eleven in the morning but he tells me he needs this so I take the whiskey on ice and drink with him. I sit next to him and listen to him talk and after a few more drinks he places his hand on my leg and kisses me. Before I know it he is in between my legs and he is taking my dick out of my trousers.

He licks me from base to tip and I try to relax i to it. I may be infatuated with Red but everything with Theo has always felt comfortable. I think I've missed him. Or the intimacy. I'm not sure.

He finally takes my dick in his mouth and knit my fingers in his hair, guiding him up and down while I close my eyes and find my mind wandering. It doesn't take long for me to come.

Theo hands me another drink and we talk for a bit longer until he straddles me and kisses me deeply. He tells me he needs this.

I take him to my bedroom and I undress him and he undresses me and he kisses my dark skin and I nibble his earlobe because I know that's what he likes. I settle between his legs and I push slowly into him. He moans and kisses me and tells me that I am everything he needs. I know he is lying but it's what he needs to say and I let him say it to me. I take his dick in my hand and stroke it as I move my own in and out of him and he comes loudly a few minutes later on his own chest.

I slip out of him and off the bed and jump into the shower to finish myself off. I am not surprised when I walk back into the bedroom to dress that he is gone. He got what he needed and to an extent, so did I.

Ginny Weasley

February 14th

Valentines day is a day you are supposed to spend with your loved ones. To show them that regardless of the past year; the fights, the anger, the mundane nature of day to day relationships; that they put all that aside to be with you. To show you just how much you actually mean to them.

So why did I spend mine alone, in a restaurant waiting for my loved who in all honesty had probably forgotten about the date?

The last meal we went on I'm pretty sure was his birthday and that was seven months ago. Subsequently that was the first time we had invited someone else into our bedroom and the last time we had sex.

She was different and she never cared about saying exactly what she thought so when a group of us had gone out for a meal that night to celebrate, a few drinks turned into an after party at my brothers house. She said to Harry that she wanted to lick my cunt said to me that she wanted Harry to watch. We laughed it off in our drunken states but as the party wore on we found ourselves the last ones awake in the kitchen and I was more curious than ever.

I hitched up my dress, sat on the kitchen counter and she spread my legs and licked my pussy until I came on her face as Harry watched from the corner of the room. We took the Floo back to ours and she undressed me and touched me and kissed me so tenderly. I released I hadn't been touched like this by Harry for over a year and the excitement of the night was also something that had been missing from the sparse intimate moments that we had shared over the past few months.

She begged Harry to fuck me while she watched. He was hesitant but then faltered and pushed into me quickly, fucking me from behind as I was bent over the edge of the bed. She didn't watch for long. She lay beneath me, playing with me and finger fucking herself until the three of us came in a mess of strangled cries and moans.

Luna said that she wanted to do it again. I said yes, already craving the closeness I had felt when she had touched me and kissed me. Harry said no.

A week later after he had barely looked at me or touched me, he sat me down and said he wanted me to be happy and if fucking Luna made me happy, he wanted me to do it. He didn't mind but he didn't want to fuck her. It seemed he didn't want to fuck me either.

As I sat at the restaurant and spun my glass between my fingers, an hour into my dateless evening and wondering just how long I should wait for him, a recognisable face walked over to my table. He is tall and dark and handsome and he offers his hand and introduces himself.

I told him I knew exactly who he was and he smiled at me. He had a wide smile that seemed to be infectious because he had me smiling in seconds despite my unhappy thoughts a few seconds ago. I offered him the spare seat at my table and he ushered the waiter over to order some drinks.

He told me he had seen me at the Quidditch field a few times. I feel like I live there at the moment I said, going on to tell him about my trial in a few weeks with the Holyhead Harpies. He sat back in his chair and congratulated me, adding that he wasn't surprised because he thought I could handle a broom. It made my cheeks flush. I found my heart began to beat quicker as he subtly flirted with me. I hadn't even told Harry about my trial but at that moment it didn't even cross my mind.

I asked him if he generally spent his Valentines finding lonely, dateless women to befriend and he looked at me for a few seconds before telling me I was the only one tonight. The waiter interrupted us then and placed two glasses of Merlot on the table. I took a sip and it was woody and smooth and delicious and could have possible been the best wine I had ever tasted and I told him so and he smiled once more.

I told him I didn't want to interrupt his evening and that I was perfectly capable of sitting and drinking alone. He explained that he owned the restaurant and had by chance popped in to make sure everything was okay and saw me. He told me he had been meaning to introduce himself for some time due to our seemingly regular Quidditch schedule so this seemed like the perfect time. I agreed it was and my stomach spun.

He asked if I was excited for my trial and I told him openly that I was worried, wondering if I had left it too late or if I was too old to bother. He asked me why - why now? - and I responded immediately with a why not? Why wonder what if? Why not just do it and not feel like you may have missed an opportunity?

He agreed, adding it was never too late and he kept my eye contact when he said he would have hated to miss the opportunity to talk to me tonight, so he could relate to my scenario. He sipped his wine slowly, eyeing me across the table and I could feel excitement like I hadn't felt since that first night with Luna. I smirked at him until my eyes fell over his shoulder to the Grandfather clock in the corner of the restaurant.

Harry was nearly an hour and a half late. He hadn't sent a message. He hadn't bothered to let me know why. It seemed obvious to me at that moment, that the extent of our intimacy is that we share a bed and that is it. Everything else seemed to have got lost along the way.

He is more intimate with his work than he is with me. He spends all day at work then most nights he brings it home with him and I go to bed on my own and feel him join me some hours later. Most days he is gone before I even wake and when I am at my lowest I call Luna and she holds me and she touches me and she fucks me in our bed.

Being Head Auror at twenty five is not an easy job. If anyone could do it, it was him and I am proud of him for what he has achieved. It's all he ever wanted and all I wanted for him and I'm so happy for him yet everything has changed when we promised it wouldn't. The terrible, heart breaking thing is that I find I am changing and so is he and I actually don't mind that we are.

Guilt floods my insides. Here I am having and albeit innocent drink with another man on Valentines day when all I can think about how his hands would feel trailing the insides of my legs.

Harry is most likely probably snowed under at work, rifling through paperwork and having a shitty time. We may be different people but I am not that person. He knows about me and Luna. He allows it to happen but this would be entirely different.

I thank my companion for the drink and offer my hand to him. He takes it and tells me that if I ever need a practise partner he would be more than happy to oblige and I thank him for the offer before heading to pay my bill. He walks me to the door with his hand pressed against the small of my back and tells me my money is no good and sees me to the apparition point.

It is now ten thirty and Harry is still not home and I can't stop thinking about everything. I need to talk to Harry so desperately to sort all this out and I cannot sleep until I do.

A/N:

First Half of Part 1 above. Second part will be uploaded later this week once I have edited everything.

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