A/N: Hello all, its been a while since I've written Harry Potter fanfiction, but I had a feeling and this is what came of it. So Please read and review, and if you like my stuff go ahead and read my other stories. This will be a 5 part story.
I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. But I do enjoy fooling around with her characters every once in a while.
In Memoriam
It was a late summer Saturday afternoon; Hermione Granger-Weasley was sitting in her study staring out the window. She could hear the shrieks and giggles of her children as they played in the back yard. She smiled lightly picturing what her young children were doing.
Rose, at 7, was probably crawling across the top of the swing set her parents had bought them when the children were young. She imagined that Hugo, 5, had a turtle in one hand and each time his sister shrieked he waved the poor creature at her furiously, giggles pouring out of his mouth uncontrollably.
She imagined what Ron would say if he could see their children now.
"Rosie, it's just a turtle. Be a real Gryffindor and come face your fears." He would laugh that deep rumble of his and pull her into his strong arms off of the jungle gym.
Hermione's smile disappeared. But Ron wasn't here, he wouldn't encourage their children to stand up for themselves and face their fears ever again. Hermione prouded herself in how strong her children were. Barely a year after the untimely death of their father and already they were moving on with their lives.
Hugo could tie his own shoes and Rose was learning her times tables. If only she were as strong as they were.
She still woke up every morning expecting to wake up to freckle-tanned arms and corn flower blue eyes. She fell asleep to memories of the boy and dreams of the man.
She was a complete and utter wreck without her husband, though nobody could tell.
She looked down at the Prophet which inspired her pity party.
Ronald Weasley was 25 when he died a year ago in September. He was an Auror at the Ministry and a War Hero in the Second War; he was best friends with Harry Potter and left behind a wife and two children. He was on a reconnaissance mission, according to the Auror's office, when he went missing. His body was never discovered. We here at the Prophet would like to wish the friends and family of Mr. Weasley our good wishes in remembrance of his death.
It was short, just a side bar on the front page, but it was there, and it pushed her to stay in her pajamas all day.
She closed her eyes and rested her head in her palms; she was just slipping into a disparaging sleep when the fire roared to life, drenching the room in green as Ginny Potter stepped through.
"Hermione," Ginny rushed to her side immediately, looking into the tear stained face of her brother's widow. "I just saw it."
"Gin, I'm fine." Hermione's voice cracked dreadfully as she spoke. She wasn't fine; she was in desperate need of some firewhiskey.
"No you're not." Ginny stood up from her kneeling position and pulled Hermione from her chair. "We are going to pack overnight bags for the kids and send them to Mum's for the night. You need a break."
"I can't do that, I can't leave my children right now," She shook her head in dissapprovement as they heard laughter coming in from outside. "They need me."
"You need this more." Ginny went into Hugo's room and started packing a duffle bag for him. Hermione followed, watching silently.
"Wait a second," Hermione stopped Ginny just as she was closing the bag. She went over to the neatly made bed and reached under the pillow. In her hand was a worn orange Chudley Cannon's t-shirt that had once been Ron's. "He will be a mess without this."
After placing the t-shirt into the bag they did the same in Rose's room.
"I'll go talk to them, Hermione, you just relax."
Hermione sat stoically in the kitchen, a mug of hot tea clasped in her hands. What was she going to do without her children for a night?
Rose and Hugo came in moments later.
"Mummy, were sleeping over at Gramma and Grampa's."
Hugo looked at her with his big blue eyes. He looked exactly like his father except for his beautiful curls.
"I know baby, Mummy packed Daddy's shirt for you."
He fell into her arms and she peppered his face with kisses.
"I miss Daddy." It was the first time he had mentioned Ron since his death.
"I do too, baby."
"Me, three." Rose broke into the conversation easily and Hermione wrapped an arm around her daughter's waist.
"You guys are so brave." She kissed both of their cheeks and then stood up, patting them on their bottoms.
"I'll race you into the living room!" she yelled behind her and off she went with the sound of laughter and little feet pounding on the wood floor.
Ginny was waiting for them in front of the fireplace, a jar of floo powder in her hands.
"I win," Hugo yelled triumphantly as he made it into the room last. Everybody laughed.
"I love you both; have fun with Gramma and Grampa." She kissed them both and sent them on their way.
She felt bad, sending them to Molly's, but Gin was right, she needed to get out of the house.
"So where are we going?" Hermione was anxious, she wanted to know everything.
"You'll see. Now go get dressed. Wear something sexy."
It was nine o'clock when she was ready, Ginny had left and come back, all dressed up, with a salad for each of them. They ate in silence, contemplating the night ahead.
Finally they made their way to the shed in the back yard that Ron and Hermione used to Apparate, considering they lived in a Muggle neighborhood and they couldn't Apparate in public.
In the blink of an eye they apparated to Diagon Alley and from there Ginny led the way.
The Green Dragon was a relatively well known establishment to those of the younger generation. Hermione knew it as the place Ginny dragged her to for her Hen party.
They looked good. Hermione was wearing a short navy blue, long sleeved, backless dress. She looked incredible, slim and sexy, despite having two young children. Ginny was still as tall and angular as ever. Her mustard yellow strapless dress fell about mid-thigh. Both entered the club ready to drink.
Ginny and Hermione went to the bar immediately.
"Shots first," Ginny spoke loudly so she could hear. "We need to loosen you up."
Hermione nodded enthusiastically the memories of her current misfortune pushed out of her head by the thumping music.
They each did five shots, downing them one after another before choosing their poison of choice for the evening.
They drank a lot. Hermione was about 3 drinks in before she headed out on the dance floor.
Ginny followed soon after with more shots for Hermione.
They were ridiculously wasted.
Hermione felt strong arms wrap around her waist as she danced, she pushed her body back against the tall man, lifting her arms up and wrapping one hand around the back of his neck. They moved together perfectly rhythm set and matched repeatedly. She allowed his hands to explore her body and soon enough he had her out of the crowd and pushed up against the stall door in the little witch's room.
He had lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the door after he freed himself from his trousers. Her hands were pulling at his hair as ha pushed her underwear to the side. He slid into her slowly, stretching her inner muscles and making her moan aloud.
"Oh Merlin, your tight." He gasped into her ear as he thrust forward, completely embedding himself inside her. He moved slowly at first trying to get used to her tightness before he sped up bruising her hips with his fingers as he pulled and pushed her on him.
She was moaning loudly, his mouth buried in her neck nipping and licking as he fucked her.
"Oh God, yes!" she was tightening around him, he could feel the little ripples of her muscles the way her legs were tightening around him, she was close, which was good, because he could feel the release building up inside of him.
She came first. Her head thrown back with a thud against the bathroom stall. Her cry came loud as she clamped down around him milking his release with her own body.
He followed quickly behind her still thrusting as her muscles spasm-ed around his cock. He groaned into her neck incoherently, biting down, leaving a dark mark where her neck met her shoulder.
She woke up early, feeling like jelly, she could barely move her legs and there was a throbbing coming from the back of her head. She rolled over and felt a lovely ache between her legs.
She kept her eyes shut as she tried to go back to sleep, but the sun was in her eyes, which was weird considering her bedroom window faces west. And that's when she noticed it. The sheets were silky against her skin, Maybe I'm at Harry and Ginny's she thought, before a strong distinctly male arm pulled her against a distinctly male chest.
And her eyes shot open.
Green. She was in a bedroom with green silk sheets and a steel colored comforter. She wanted to shoot up and look at the man holding her. Instead she looked down at the arm around her.
The Dark Mark.
She screamed and pushed herself away, falling to the floor painfully with the sheets wrapped ridiculously around her legs. Her head hit the wood floor painfully; bumping into the same spot she hit it last night.
Last night. It came back to her, fast and furious, before an amused face peered over the side of the bed.
"Good morning, Granger." Draco reached over the side of the bed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Malfoy?" She looked up at him dumbfounded.
And that's when she realized she was naked.
A/N: So, I hope you like it. If you have anything to say, please don't hesitate to PM me or review. I really like this idea so I'd love to hear your thoughts as well.