Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They are all property of JK Rowling.

AN: Hello again everyone, this was suppose to be a OS that might take on more chapters. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter. This has been beta'd by RooOJoy and may be beta'd again (I couldn't wait to post, I really enjoy this story)

June 5, 2005

The crowd around the blonde began to thin, people milling about after the service, watching as the man sat staring off, staring at the words but not truly seeing them. Today was Draco's twenty-fifth birthday, the sun was shining on this warm day, a perfect day to bury his mother, happy fucking birthday to him.

He sat there, staring at his mother's final resting place, feeling she would be pleased by the monument he picked out for her, much bigger than his father's. It was a two foot slab of white marble with her namesake flowers blooming, purple narcissus, surrounding the Black and Malfoy family crests.

MALFOY

Narcissa Black Malfoy

D.O.B. March 9, 1955

D.O.D. June 3, 2005

Devoted wife and mother.

His father's marker was simple, just the Malfoy crest. It's not like he would have cared, he wasn't even in the grave, it was just the marker. Lucius Malfoy died in Azkaban, his body was buried next to the prison just like all the other prisoners who have died there. Money means nothing in prison, but Narcissa wanted a place to visit when he died five years prior. Draco, who did not forgive his father for putting the family in harm's way during the war, would have rather forget he had a father, but his mother always got her way.

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Draco continued to sit there, not caring he was supposed to be at the Manor, leaving that to his Aunt Andromeda. Andromeda and Narcissa had made up after Lucius died, finding comfort in mourning their loved ones together as the last of the Black women. Andromeda and her grandson Teddy both moved into a little cottage at the end of the property. She could entertain the vultures; Draco was content just sitting at the gravesite, staring off into space. He had been very close with his mother, especially during the last few years of the second war. Having a crazed maniac residing in your home tended to make you stick together even more. After the war and his father's incarceration they were even closer as they only had each other. The Malfoy name did not carry the same weight as it once did and now was tainted because of his father's ill decisions. Draco was still working hard to restore the name Malfoy to it's former glory, thanks dad for the good times.

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"Draco darling, we're suppose to be married in a month." Draco cringed, Astoria's high pitch voice was enough to shatter glass. "We need to finalize these details." Her stiletto heels echoed throughout the manor, making even the elves run in horror at the sound of them.

"No." Draco poured himself another tumbler of firewhiskey trying to numb himself from Astoria's barrage of wedding garbage, and sat in the high backed chair staring once again into the fire.

It had been two weeks since the funeral, he hadn't left the house since, much to Astoria's dismay. Astoria Greengrass was not familiar with the homebody life, she mourned for her fiance's mother, but now it was time to get back to living. This included leaving the manor, going to social engagements, dinners out, and she needed her fiance for that. An engaged woman did not go out in the evenings without her intended unless with her parents, these things were not done.

"But darling, we need to do this, the wedding won't plan itself you know," Astoria chided him. She sat in his lap and smoothed the wrinkle on his collar.

Draco grimaced and pushed her off of him, she landed on the stone floor with a thud, not at all sorry for her ill landing, "Astoria, I said no. Merlin, do you have to be here right now? My mother just died, I'm sorry if this farce isn't on my to do list right now."

Astoria looked offended. "Of course I do. Just because she died doesn't mean we did. We are to be married, and I am to be Lady Malfoy. The wedding has to be the best."

Draco shot up, spilling his whiskey as he did, anger coursing through his veins. Malfoy's were rarely emotional, but when they were it was like a viper ready to strike. "Shut up, you stupid bint! My mother just died. I didn't lose a bet, I lost a parent! Spare me if I don't give two shits about a wedding I didn't even want! In fact, forget about the wedding! Both my parents are dead and I could give two fucks about some marriage contract. It's off Astoria. Go home, and I will let my solicitor, Travis, know to contact your father about it being cancelled."

"But… but," Astoria stuttered going pale, "You can't do that! Your parents wanted us to be married, they wanted you to marry me! This contract has been sealed since we were toddlers!"

"I can do it," Draco insisted with an arrogant smirk. "I can do whatever the fuck I want. I'll pay the penalty, if there is one. I'm Lord Malfoy, the last living Malfoy and I really don't want to marry you, so I won't. This was Lucius' idea. I only went along with it because my mother wanted it, but she is dead, as you so plainly put it. We were to marry by my 25th birthday. Well, that couldn't happen because of her passing and since it didn't happen, I'm pretty sure the contract is void. Go home Astoria. Tell your father how you wouldn't stop harping on me as I am mourning my mother's death and you cost him millions of galleons. Travis will be in contact with him tomorrow."

"Draco," Astoria whispered seductively, trying to salvage her betrothal before her father found out. "Sweetheart, I can finish these details for the wedd-"

Draco grabbed her arm and began yanking her towards the floo in the front hall. Astoria began to shriek in fear. "Go HOME Astoria! The wedding is off, you stupid slag! If postponing it didn't void the contract, then the fact that I have photographic evidence of you leaving Adrian Pucey's home at six in the morning last week, well that just voids it right there. The engagement was finalized last year, which means the fidelity clause was in effect. I'm pretty sure slagging around with Pucey at six am wearing his shirt as you left..." Draco sneered at her as he grabbed a handful of floo powder. "I'm sure that counts as infidelity. I will have Travis send your father the pictures; he has a few months' worth of them. You are a little slag aren't you? Good bye Astoria." He shouted into the fireplace and watched as a pale Astoria stepped into it, seeing the tear tracks on her face as she disappeared.

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"Theo, why do I have to go?" Hermione groaned as she pulled on her silver slip dress over her naked body, preferring the look of no visible lines.

"Come on, Love, you know why." Theo Nott walked into the room seeing Hermione in the silky silver dress as an appreciative grin spread across his face. The Gryffindor Princess had really filled out over the years. Seeing her struggling with the clasp of her necklace, the brown haired Slytherin walked over and helped her with it. "It's Draco's freedom party. It's been six months and he's finally free of Astoria after thay fight with her family over the betrothal. I can't believe they tried to pass off Daphne as the Greengrass in the photos. He wants to go out and celebrate."

"Exactly. I hardly think he's going to want me there. Malfoy and I weren't friendly in school. I don't exactly fit into your pureblood world," Hermione pointed out.

Theo laughed. If she only knew. "We don't have a pureblood world anymore 'Mina; that is long gone. Come on, what else are you going to do, you promised to go with me, you even stayed an extra day for it. You go back to Italy tomorrow. It's just one night of fun with me! You've been in England for three days, and you haven't even seen anything or anyone but myself. You refuse to go out into the wizarding world, but you shouldn't hide. You have nothing to be ashamed about." Theo had been giving her the same lecture every time he had seen her for the past two years since they reconnected.

"Not true. I saw Luna just the other night."

Theo laughed even harder. "Almost getting arrested for indecent exposure and public drunkenness in muggle London with Luna is not exactly what I call visiting with friends. I know these aren't your friends, but I invited her this evening as well, so you can have a friend with you. Just don't drink too much. I don't think I can get you out of trouble as easy as I did in muggle London."

"We weren't indecent," Hermione argued cheekily as she had her wand in her hand to charm her normally curly hair straight and shiny. Her makeup was minimal, except for her bright red lips and a hint of a smoky eye that brought out the green in her hazel eyes. She was never one for beauty charms in school, but in the eight years since she left Hogwarts, her appearance had become more important to her. Especially as a top solicitor in Italy, she always had to look her best. "We had on all our clothes."

"Yes, but pouring water all over yourselves at a club when you aren't wearing any undergarments, and almost starting a riot is indecent. Do you ever wear a bra, Love?"

Hermione laughed. "Yes, for work, but I hate them normally so I never bother otherwise. Anyways, it was hot in the club Theo and we were in muggle London, what were we to do? We couldn't exactly cast a cooling charm."

"What happened to that bushy haired bookworm we all knew at Hogwarts?" Theo teased.

"She died the moment her so called family disowned her for not caving and marrying the red haired git," Hermione said, her face slightly darkened. "All that is left is me. I hope you approve."

Theo swallowed hard and hugged her from behind, they had become truly family. "Of course I do, Love. You didn't love the red headed git, but you didn't deserve to be cast aside because of it. It is their fault they aren't in your lives. You are a war heroine, so walk tall with pride. Luna will be there, and none of the Slytherins will say anything. As far as I know, none of your former friends will be at the restaurant."

Hermione looked up at him in the mirror and smiled brightly. He saw that the smile almost reached her eyes, but not quite. Shaking her head and chuckling she agreed, "Okay, let's go. Let me grab my bag and my shoes." She slipped her feet into a pair of the highest emerald green peep toe heels Theo had ever seen.

"Channeling your inner Slytherin tonight, Love?" Theo wagged an eyebrow at his friend.

Hermione laughed, "Well, I'm going out with the snakes, might as well blend in."

"Ah, but we all know you are a lioness at heart, 'Mina," Theo chortled as he took her hand and tucked his into her elbow. "No amount of green and silver will take the lioness out of you." With that, Theo disapperated them to the restaurant.

Luna met them outside, dressed in a light turquoise blue mini dress and silver stilettos, her long blond hair curly and wild. Theo smiled broadly and grabbed Luna's hand as she walked up to them with her own smile. Hermione leaned over and gave her friend a quick squeeze, and a kiss on the cheek feeling much better now that she was with her friends. Walking into the snake pit was a bit unnerving. Holding her head up high, she smiled at Theo and Luna, and they walked to join the party.

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Draco was sitting at the head of the table, already knee deep into his third or fourth drink when Theo walked up with two women. They looked fairly familiar but not quite. Draco knew he knew them, but where from? Pansy, who had been sitting between Draco and Blaise Zabini looked up and began to giggle.

"Theo darling, are we slumming?" Pansy's voice rang out loud. Blaise looked up and Draco got a proper look at Theo's dates. Blaise was truly surprised, not knowing his friend to have such interesting taste in women. A former raven and lion, interesting indeed.

Theo rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, but Hermione beat him to it. "Obviously, considering he did come out to have dinner with you, Parkinson." Luna laughed and Theo barely suppressed a snicker. The fun was already starting, Theo was not disappointed in his lioness.

"How dare you, you filthy-" Pansy began but was cut off.

"Yes, yes, filthy little mudblood. Merlin it's been seven years, don't you have an original thought in the puny little head on those pointy shoulders?" Hermione interrupted rolling her eyes. "I mean, please, mudblood?"

"Mud is good for your skin," Luna chimed in. "You can rub all over me if you would like 'Mina."

Blaise spit out the wine he was drinking and Theo just laughed and shook his head. "Luna dear, don't do that to Blaise, he may choke."

Blaise was indeed finding it hard to breathe, Pansy thumped him on the back and his normal coloring came back to him. Luna sniggered and grinned over at Hermione.

"Besides Luna," Hermione smiled at her friend, "We haven't had enough to drink just yet."

Luna nodded serenely in agreement. "We should fix that post haste."

Draco sat there, eyes wide with a brilliant grin on his face. Was this really happening? "Granger? Is that really you?"

Theo pulled out a chair across from Pansy and then one next to his own. Luna and Hermione both sat down with himself between the two. Hermione, crossed her long, slightly tanned legs, her short dress creeping up slightly, showing even more thigh. Draco noticed her emerald heels and her blood red toenails peeking through the tips. He loved that about women, how they looked with heels on, their legs just went on for miles, at least Granger's did and then the short dress and the heels? She looked like sex in heels. He let his eyes graze over her completely, taking in the slinky silver dress that he was sure she wasn't wearing a bra underneath; he could see a touch of nip through the fabric, and that alone made his trousers tighten. Her dark tresses were straight, but he could see it was a charm. There was no way her bushy curls weren't there somewhere, it once had it's own chair in classes.

Hermione rolled her eyes once more, took his drink and took a gulp of the amber liquid. She did need a little liquid courage. "Of course it is. Who else would Parkinson be so uptight over? Tell me Malfoy, did you ever get that wand out of her ass or is she always this tightly wound?" Pansy began to turn pink as Blaise and Theo chuckled.

"Oh, Pansy, you shouldn't leave your wand there," Luna informed her, "At least not for long periods of time. They have other items for sale that you can use for those purposes. Oh, that reminds me, Hermione did you ever use…"

"No, never got a chance," Hermione interrupted with a chuckle, leaving everyone a bit curious as to what they were talking about. "Maybe one day I will."

"You should," Luna agreed, "I find it very erotic, especially when you hit the button…" she trailed off with a far off look of pleasure.

Theo always enjoyed spending time with Luna and Hermione as they were fairly entertaining. They always did this, at first it seemed a bit off putting how freely they talked about sex and orgasms, toys or sexual partners. He had never heard women talk about it so freely. Pureblood women were never that open about their sexuality, men always stuck with the bravado of being men, but the women were supposed to be demure in public. But these two, they just said whatever came into their minds. At least Luna did, it's kind of why he invited her, she was refreshing and Hermione - that was just pure fun.

"Where do you put it in you?" Blaise asked, trying to figure out what the new arrivals were talking about.

Hermione looked a bit confused. "It isn't for me, it's for him. If it were for me, I would have used it already. Merlin knows I could do with a nice long…"

"You should have went home with the guy the other night," Luna chastised. "He was very nice to look at, the uniform was very fetching."

Theo chuckled putting his head on his arms on the table, shoulders bouncing with laughter. "Luna, Love, he was going to arrest you two." Blaise exchanged grins with Draco, as Theo continued, "I don't think he would have been allowed to take her home."

"All the better," Luna countered with a giggle. "He already has the cuffs. He looked like he knew what to do with his baton." With that comment Theo was almost in tears with laughter, Luna was amazing.

"Besides," Hermione grinned. "You know I can't," she gesticulates in the air, "With a muggle anymore, not enough chemistry."

"You certainly didn't have issues with those two in Barcelona," Luna challenged her, and Hermione laughed.

"Well that was a one off," she waved that away.

"Actually, that was two…" Luna corrected her serenely.

Theo laughed, "Do you two even realize what you say out loud in public anymore?"

Luna and Hermione both shrugged as if to say, 'eh, not really'.

"So Granger," Blaise began, staring at her breasts. Theo snapped his fingers, and Luna began to laugh. Blaise pulled himself out of his reverie and looked up at an amused Hermione. "I uh, heard you moved out of London. Where have you been for the past five years?"

"I live in Italy, as a solicitor," Hermione answered, taking another swig of Draco's drink she had stolen he noticed with a smirk. He waved down a server and motioned for more alcohol, the Slytherins frequented the restaurant enough that she had an idea of what to bring everyone.

"Is that where you latched onto our Theo?" Hermione could hear the possessiveness in Pansy's shrill voice.

Looking over at the pug faced brunette, she smiled brightly, not the least bit intimidated. She was a top solicitor, and Pansy Parkinson was nothing. "No, actually, Theo and I reconnected in Paris. Luna and I were there on vacation, and he was there for a quidditch game. I was dating the seeker for the Italian National team, you know, Luciano Volpi? Yes. So we were at the game and ran into Theo."

"I miss Luciano," Luna interrupted with a sigh. "He had fabulous hands," she said with a shudder while Hermione laughed and nodded, smirking at the looks on the three Slytherin's faces. "What?" Luna asked looking around with her sweet smile.

"What about his hands-" Blaise began, but Theo shook his head and sniggered. "You probably don't need to know. You want to know, but you don't need to know."

"You two share men?" Pansy asked with distaste.

"You've never shared with your friends?" Hermione asked with a mocking tone. "I find that hard to believe, especially being from your house. We heard about what went on in those dungeons."

"Plus, Theo talks when he's drunk," Luna giggled as she stole Blaise's wine as she had already drank her own the server placed in front of her and took a sip. "We have never shared at the same time, Hermione and I aren't into that, but we've slept with the same men a few times."

"Theo are you…?" Blaise insinuated waving a hand between the two women, and all three of them laughed.

"No, 'Mina and I are just friends, and I'm almost afraid of Luna."

"The highest of compliments, Mr. Nott," Luna said raising Blaise's glass to her lips. Hermione laughed again. Luna looked at her glass. "Empty… sad… 'Mina! Ten galleons, guy at the bar."

Hermione looked over at the bartender and shook her head. "No, I can't. I'm known here. It's not fair, but I say go for it. Fifteen if you get wine and whiskey."

Luna grinned, gave Theo a kiss on the cheek, and walked away. Theo laughed, "'Mina, why do you guys play this game? There really is no need."

Hermione smirked in response. "It's fun." She watched her friend lean over the bar while the bartender stared down Luna's sizable cleavage. "It keeps a girl sharp. Besides, he's cute. Luna could have a good time tonight."

"What is she doing?" Blaise whispered to Pansy.

Theo answered, "She's using her natural talents to get what she wants, same as Hermione does." The bartender gave Luna a bottle of firewhiskey and a bottle of elven wine. She gave him a kiss and a slip of paper.

"Damn she is good," Hermione mused with a giggle. "That is probably the quickest I've seen in awhile."

"So you whore yourselves out for drinks?" Pansy sneered at Hermione. Hermione turned back to Pansy as Luna was walking back.

"Parkinson, do you ever feel obligated to have sex? Ever been on a date where you knew the man expected you to be accommodating because it's the third date? What would you call that? Don't purebloods have betrothal contracts, just like the one that Malfoy is celebrating being rid of? Wouldn't you call THAT whoring yourself for money?"

"Besides," Luna called out as she sat and handed the bottle to Hermione. "I paid for them. I'm just horny, and he's rather good looking. Has a good aura too. He should be fantastic in bed... As if Hermione and I would whore ourselves out for alcohol! We were betting how long before one of you would think that's what we were doing. Slytherins are so easy, pun intended. Who won Theo?"

Theo chuckled. "Neither. Pansy didn't last five minutes."

"Oh well… I say I won," Luna grinned broadly. "I'm the one having sex tonight."

Hermione scoffed, "It's not like I have anywhere to bring them. I'm sleeping at Theo's while I'm in town, and I don't think he wants another scene like last month."

Theo poured himself a glass of whiskey and shook his head adamantly. "No thank you. The elves are still trying to get the rug clean." Blaise and Draco shared a confused smirk, what happened to Theo's rug?

"Aw, Theo, I told you Luna and I would pay for it. Those poor elves." Hermione shook her head with a sly grin. "'Sides, it won't come out. I had to rip out my carpet back at home."

"'Mina, that rug is an antique from the Nott vaults," Theo said, and Hermione grinned even broader.

"Can we do it again then?" Luna asked with a small bounce in her seat, a grin to match Hermione's.

"No!" Theo groaned and chuckled deeply, clearly entertained no matter what he said. "I may not care for it, but it's been in the family for centuries."

"No fun!" Hermione laughed. "I'm only kidding. It will come out. I think I have some of the stain remover left over that I made for my house . I just wanted to scare you. I'll send it to you when I get home."

"You are not what I expected, Granger," Draco laughed as he had been watching the exchange the whole time quietly.

Hermione looked over at Draco, almost surprised to see him there as she was focused on everyone else at the table. "Let me guess, you were expecting the know it all Gryffindor Princess, obsessed with rules and trying to prove to everyone that she belonged, and she was better than everyone else? I haven't been that girl in a long time, Malfoy. I'm pretty sure I haven't been that girl since I left England."

"What kind of girl are you then?" Draco questioned, realising he was shamelessly flirting.

"Well for one, I am not a girl, I'm a woman," she answered, leaning forward. His eyes went automatically down her dress where he could see the tops of her breasts and she grinned again. "I also know you are looking down my dress, because my eyes are up here and yet, I can't see yours."

Draco grinned as he looked up into her hazel eyes, noticing the green flecks in them. He felt no shame for looking down her dress, he was a Malfoy, they didn't know what shame was when it came to women.

"Luna is that you?" a familiar voice rang out behind the group. Hermione's own grin faded from her face recognizing that voice. "What are you doing here with these snakes?"

"Oh, hello Ronald," Luna said serenely, glancing over at Hermione and then back up to Ron Weasley who was walking up to the table.

"Do you need some help? Why are you over here?" Ron inquired.

"She's about to have dinner of course," Theo said standing up to face the redhead and surreptitiously standing in front of Hermione's chair, shielding her from view. "If you don't mind, we'd like to continue with our night, so why don't you go back to your Potty and leave us be?"

"Luna, come have dinner with us," Ron's voice strained to keep back the anger. Hermione could almost hear his face turning red. She caught Draco's eyes and rolled hers in response. Draco looked confused for a second and then smirked at her.

"Oh, I'm quite alright where I am Ron," Luna smiled brightly.

"Ron, come on, what's going on?" Ginny Potter, nee Weasley, asked her brother as she approached the table. "Oh, hi Luna. How are you?" After glancing around the table and noticing Luna's company, she added, "And why are you with these Slytherins?"

"Theo is a friend. We're having dinner to celebrate… Theo why are we here again?" Luna asked.

"My recent break of my betrothal from a money grubbing whore," Draco said with a smirk towards Hermione. She rolled her eyes again and grinned back. Her former friends still had not noticed it was Hermione sitting right there with her back to them.

"Ah yes. Then why are we having dinner with Pansy?" Luna inquired. "I was under the impression that Pansy was a bigger whore than Astoria was. Though, I dare say she must have some skills in the bedroom. At least that was the rumor in the Ravenclaw common room and from what Theo says, she does this thing with her tongue..."

Hermione couldn't hold it anymore, she burst out laughing and dropped her head to the table. She could hear Pansy shriek in indignation and storm away from the table. She could feel Draco laughing right next to her.

"Luna, you really shouldn't have done that," Hermione mumbled from the tablecloth between bouts of laughter. "Poor pug face- er- I mean... Pansy."

"Was it a secret? I was sure everyone knew already," Luna grabbed her glass, pouring a generous amount of wine in it, and drank it down not at all embarrassed as she made the Slytherin leave the dinner in a huff.

"Hermione?" Ginny's voice was low with surprise.

Hermione took a deep breath in, brought her head up, drank the last gulp of her drink, and turned to look at her former friends looking around Theo's lanky frame. "Hello Ginevra, Ronald."

"Hermione," Ron's voice was full of incredulity, "What are you doing here? What are you doing with them? Where have you been?"

"Why do you care?" Hermione asked. "None of you cared for five years. Why do you give a fuck now?"

"You're having dinner with Malfoy, Zabini, and Nott," Ron pointed out. "We're just asking if you're ok."

"Yes, I'm fine. I know who I'm having dinner with. I have dinner with Theo about once a week, have been for years now. Luna and I have been friends for ages, since school if you remember, but better since I left England. Zabini and Malfoy are new additions to my list of dinner companions, but they seem to find Luna and I funny so I don't mind so much." Both men just grinned as they have been thoroughly entertained since the two women sat down at the table.

"But it's Malfoy," Ron practically yelled. Hermione could see Harry walking towards the group and surprisingly, George Weasley was following.

When George saw Hermione his face lit up. "'Mina! What are you doing here? I thought you were going home yesterday?"

"Georgy!" Hermione stood up, ran over and hugged her friend. Her short silver dress slipped up slightly as she brought her arms up. "I was going to, but Theo convinced me to go out with him and his friends tonight." With a glance in Theo's direction she added, "He promised me I wouldn't run into anyone I knew."

Theo brought up his hands. "How was I to know they would be here?"

"Wait," Ginny interrupted, "Since when do you talk to George?"

"He's a snake 'Mina," George pointed out, ignoring his sister. "He lies, you know? Speaking of," he twirled her around and whistled, "Bringing out your inner Slytherin Mi? I knew you couldn't be all lion. You look mighty good in that dress. No lines huh? I know what that means."

"Means 'Mina and I are going out tonight after… oh wait, I have a date. Sorry Mi, you will have to find your own shag tonight." Luna spoke up.

"That's not what that means," Hermione argued with her friends, shooting George a glare, but didn't hold his eyes. "It means I don't like lines. They ruin an outfit."

"They also ruin a quick shag," George whispered in her ear, and she elbowed him in the ribs. He laughed, "You didn't say I was wrong."

"Hermione?" Harry finally found his voice after several seconds of confusion, seeing his former friend after five years. "What are you doing here?"

"Good Godric, why the fuck do you all care?" Hermione was finally losing her temper. "I am having dinner with my good friends Theo and Luna. It's been five years. I don't owe you any explanations Potter, Potter and Weasel."

"It's like that muggle children's game, 'Duck, Duck, Goose', but it's 'Potter, Potter, Weasel'- short end of the stick there Ronald," Luna chimed in with a clap from her seat. Draco and Blaise began to snigger.

"Excuse us for being worried for you," Ron bit back, pink in the face with blooming anger. "Hanging out with snakes, Hermione? How low can you get? Being a Slytherin whore."

"Hey!" George yelled, stepping toward his brother, but Hermione held him back.

"I would rather be a Slytherin Whore, than Harry's bitch, Ronald," she spat back at him with a look of loathing she used to reserve for Draco. "I'm a whore? Which one of us is in the paper every other week for something ridiculous? Which one of us soaked up being friends with the 'Famous Harry Potter' for all it's worth? Which one of us took an opportunity of a lifetime to become an auror and squandered it because he couldn't cope with actually having to do his own fucking work for once in his life? Which one of us has been riding Harry's coat tails since we were eleven. And I'm the whore? Why? Because I'm friends with Theo? Because his father was a Death Eater? Yes, I know this, but guess what? Theo isn't. Because Draco was a Death Eater? Guess what? The only thing he's done to me since the war was look down my dress. Because Zabini is a man whore? Guess the fuck what? He's always been a man whore."

"Hermione, that's enough," Harry cut her off as Ron, was turning bright red now. "You don't have any right-"

"Oh, but I do have the right, Harry James Potter!" Hermione cut him off. "Your friend called me a whore, and I don't have the right? After everything I did for both of you in the ten years we were friends! You all think you can pretend to be worried about me because I happen to be friends with Theo? I can take care of myself, Harry. I've proven that time and time again. Do you think you would have survived without me?"

Ginny scoffed, voiced raised she said, "You sure do think a lot of yourself, don't you Hermione? Harry would have been just fine without you."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the little redhead. "Is that so Weaslette? Who was the one who figured out what was hiding in the school first year? Who was the one who solved the riddle so he could even get to the stone? Who was the one who figured out why Harry could hear the basilisk our second year? Who figured out it was even a giant snake, and how it was getting around the school? Who was the one who had the device that helped save Sirius and Buckbeak our third year? Who was the best friend who stayed true to Harry while the entire school, including your brother, thought he wanted to be apart of that stupid tournament? And who helped him the entire time to stay alive? Whose idea was the D.A. our fifth year? And who got rid of Umbridge? Which one of us told him to get rid of that stupid book where he used an unknown spell and almost killed another student?"

"Malfoy almost killed-" Ginny began to yell.

"I'm not done yet, Ginevra, so you shut your gob," Hermione yelled back, her magic sparking and her hair beginning to curl again. " Whatever Malfoy did that year was because his entire family was about to be killed. Don't sit there and pretend you would have fought back if Voldemort had your mother locked in your house and was using her as a pincushion, using her as a dummy to practice crucio on. But I digress, we were talking about me and my ex friends... Let's see, which one of us followed Harry all over the fucking country looking for horcruxes and never doubted or left him just because it was hard? Who was with him the entire time, even when there was a giant fucking snake pretending to be in body of a dead woman? You know who the answer to all of my questions. It is me, not Ronald, not you, but me. If it wasn't for me, Ginevra Weasley Potter, Harry wouldn't have lived past twelve! We all know it, so don't try and downplay my importance to the cause. What would Harry be without you Ginny Weasley? Oh yeah, he would be Harry, because out of the two of us, I'm the one he needed. You were just the little fangirl who couldn't speak to him for years because of a scar. Do you know what Ron did when things were hard or didn't go his way? He ran, threw a hissy fit and ran away. Sure he came back, but I was the one who stayed. I was Harry's friend through it all; the good, the bad, and the fucking deadly. Who did he choose when things went bad between me and your loser brother? That's right. He chose Ron. So, for you and your brother and your husband to think it's ok for you to call me a whore, you have another fucking thing coming.

"Now, my friends and I are having dinner. We're celebrating Draco's good news, and we don't need St. Potter and his sidekick to ruin our appetites. Georgy, you are more than welcome to join us. If you wish to stay with your family I understand. I will owl you soon." And with that diatribe, Hermione went and sat down next to a gobsmacked Draco, and a silently laughing Theo.

"Sure 'Mina, I'll have dinner with you. Out of everyone here, I'm more afraid of you than any of them." George laughed and sat next to Blaise who was staring mouth opened at Hermione. The trio of Gryffindors stomped away, walking out of the restaurant. Hermione then realized just how quiet the room had gotten. She blew out a breath. Guess she'd be making the papers tomorrow, damn. How would she explain that to her clients?

"She's been waiting years to go off on Harry and Ron. I'm so glad I was here for it." Luna clapped her hands, jumped up from her seat and hugged her friend tightly.

"'Mina, you okay?" Theo asked. Hermione took the bottle of firewhiskey and filled her, well Draco's tumbler and drank it down, relishing in the burn it left as it went down her throat.

She looked over at her friends, Theo, George, and Luna and smiled brightly. She had thought that confronting her old friends of over ten years would be hard on her, that she would feel sad, but what she felt was relief. A weight had lifted off her shoulders after confronting them. "I am fan-fucking-tastic. I'm sure there will be a piece in the paper tomorrow saying that Hermione Granger had wronged Harry Potter, 'The Boy Who Could Do No Wrong', but you know? I don't even care. I spent my entire childhood and formative years fighting the bad guys - sorry Draco - and I thought I was fighting evil only to find out Voldemort wasn't the only evil. They stopped talking to me, and kicked me out of the family, because I didn't want to marry Ron. The only Weasley's who talk to me is George, Bill, and Charlie."

"Speaking of Charlie, are you and Luna going to visit next month?" George asked as he stole Luna's glass of wine. "I was just talking to him, and he wanted to make sure he could take that week off, you know, since you are barred from the reserve."

Luna laughed. "We just wanted to pet the baby. How were we to know the mother was not keen on the idea?"

"I did not want to pet the baby," Hermione laughed. "I've had enough with dragons to last me a lifetime; Hagrid in first year, Harry in the fourth, and then the one from Gringotts. I wouldn't mind seeing Charlie though. He has nice hands."

"Hermione Granger, are you sleeping with my brother?" George wagged an eyebrow at his friend.

Hermione shook her head with a grin. "Not me, but Luna has."

Luna smiled. "He does have nice hands. Knows exactly where to put them, and those callouses, well, they just help." She looked over at the other men at the table. "'Mina, Draco has nice hands, must be from gripping his broomstick during quidditch. Oh, and he's a seeker too. You do have a thing for seekers."

Blaise spit out his drink, and began to laugh along with Hermione.

Draco looked over at Hermione and smiled suggestively, "What do you think Granger? Do I have nice hands?"

Hermione brought her hands up and placed them palm to palm on Draco's. "I think I need a few more drinks before I can make that assessment." She smirked as she filled her tumbler again.

"I think," Theo said, finally waving down a server so they could order their dinner, "You will not be finding out on my rug."

"Aw, come on Theo," Hermione and Luna chorused in unison, and then burst out laughing.

AN: What do you all think? This was my first attempt at Luna, she's not the easiest character to write, but I hope you liked her. Please review and let me know what you think. I think this might have a few more chapters to continue the night, it was suppose to be a fun light fluffy piece.

Thanks,

Gimi aka Jess