A/N - This is just a light-hearted two part story. Part two will be posted on Thursday.
Part 1 – Suspicions.
Hermione Malfoy sat in her office at home, staring at the piles of research books surrounding her. Hermione was a writer and she'd just agreed to put together a new spell book meant for use at school, but it was a move she was beginning to regret. Basically it was a job that involved finding the right spells and writing the instructions out in a more precise way then what they were currently recorded as. However the task was proving to be boring and Hermione was really struggling to stay focused. She would much rather have been working on one of her other books.
Hermione had initially started writing after the war, as a way for her to deal with what she'd experienced. Her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, had chosen to become Aurors, and that was their way of dealing with the aftermath of the war. Hermione however hadn't been interested in chasing rogue Death Eaters, instead she'd decided to use her own experiences to write a book about the war, and how it had affected a muggleborn like her.
Hermione's book had been so successful, that she'd wrote several more books about the war. The point of the books was to help people move past the war and to understand what others had gone through. Hermione wrote the one and only version of Harry's story, complete with every little thing he'd endured since discovering he was a wizard. Hermione also wrote another exclusive story, that of Draco Malfoy.
It had taken Hermione a long time to get Draco to agree to tell his side of the story, but eventually he'd agreed to speak to her. The process was a long one and at times Hermione struggled to listen to some of the terrible things Draco had endured. Most people thought he was bad because of his family and had willingly done The Dark Lord's bidding, but it soon became clear that he'd done what he had to in order to survive. Draco's story became yet another hit book for Hermione, and it finally allowed Draco to put the demons of his past behind him and move on with his life.
Moving on with his life included getting involved with Hermione. There had been a spark of attraction between from the second Hermione started the process of writing her book, but nothing had really happened until she finished with the interviews and was almost finished the book. Once the book was finished the pair began to date, and they were now happily married.
These days Hermione's books had started to veer away from the war. Once she'd covered the actual war, and how it had affected people, she wrote a few books about different ways the wizarding world was healing and the improvements it had made. Now however she was writing different stuff. One of Hermione's works in progress was a book about magical creatures, who in her opinion were still treated as second class citizens in some cases. Her other work in progress was a book to help muggleborns adjust to entering the wizarding world. There was a lot Hermione didn't know when she found out she was a witch, and a handy guide to the wizarding world and some of its traditions would have been very handy.
Pushing aside thoughts of her other two projects, Hermione ploughed on with her spell research. Her list of spells to use in the book were growing at a decent pace, unfortunately her enthusiasm was still distinctly lacking. Hermione's enthusiasm waned even further when an owl soared into the open window and perched on her desk. Thrilled at the distraction, Hermione untied the note from the owl's leg and fed it a treat from the bowl she kept in the office.
Once the owl had gone, Hermione opened up the note with a smile. She'd known exactly who it was from by the scrawled writing on the envelope. The note consisted of three lines, the name of a hotel, a time, and her lover's name signed along the bottom of the parchment.
Happily leaving behind her work, Hermione jumped up from her desk and rushed off upstairs to get ready. At least her afternoon was going to be a bit more fun than her morning. A few hours of hot, naughty sex was just what she needed to forget about her boring book project.
The Eagle's Nest was a small hotel on the outskirts of London. While not a very big place, it had massive potential. However at the minute the place was slightly dated and needed a good makeover, which was where Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil came in. Lavender and Parvati had set up an interior design business together after the war. The pair's natural love of fashion and design made it the perfect career choice for them.
The pair's business was going along swimmingly and they each made a tidy profit from the business. They'd recently being hired to refurbish the entire Eagle's Nest hotel, which was why they were in the reception area on a Thursday afternoon. The witches were still making decisions over a few areas, so they'd headed to the hotel to get a better grasp on things.
"Lav," Parvati whispered, nudging her best friend to get her attention. "Is that Hermione who's just walked in?"
Lavender turned to where her friend was pointing, immediately spotting the brunette witch entering the building. The witch was indeed Hermione, but she was wearing a dress much shorter and much tighter than Lavender had ever seen her wear, and for some bizarre reason she was wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, despite it raining outside.
"That's Hermione," Lavender confirmed.
"Is it just me, or does she look suspicious?" Parvati asked.
"It's not just you, she's acting dodgy," Lavender replied as she began to creep nearer to the receptionist's desk.
Luckily there were several large plants in the reception area, meaning Lavender could hide behind one right beside the reception desk and Hermione wouldn't see her unless she looked directly at her. Luckily Hermione wasn't focused on her surroundings, she walked straight over to the receptionist, who greeted her with a smile and asked if she could help.
"I've got a booking in the name of Potter," Hermione said.
The witch scanned a few pieces of paper with her wand before nodding and smiling at Hermione. "Mr Potter's already booked in, he's in room twenty four."
"Thank you," Hermione said, smiling at the witch behind reception before she turned and headed off towards the lifts, never spotting Lavender watching her with an open mouth.
Once Hermione had safely left the reception area, Lavender returned to where Parvati was eagerly awaiting for gossip. It had been too risky for them both to try and sneak forward, so Parvati had hung back and let Lavender find out what was going on.
"Well, do you know what she's up to?" Parvati asked.
"She said she had a booking in the name of Potter, and the receptionist said Mr Potter was already upstairs," Lavender told her friend.
"Do you think she's having an affair with Harry?" Parvati asked, unable to hide the glee at such a juicy scandal bubbling away.
"I hope not," Lavender sighed. "Ginny's going to become my sister-in-law in a few months' time, and I would hate to think her husband is cheating on her with his best friend."
"Hermione would be mad to cheat on her husband. Malfoy is pretty hot," Parvati remarked. "Although, why else would she be meeting Harry in a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon? Something dodgy is going on."
"It is, and I intend to find out what," Lavender vowed.
Hermione, and thoughts about what she could be doing in the hotel, remained on Lavender's mind for the rest of the afternoon. Lavender's curiosity was only peaked further when she spotted Hermione leaving the hotel a good few hours later. Hermione was smiling happily as she exited the hotel and she had the glow of a very satisfied woman. Watching Hermione leaving the hotel, Lavender promised herself that she would get to the bottom of what was happening with Hermione.
When Draco returned home from work, he threw his briefcase onto the chair in the front room before removing his jacket and shoes and leaving them in the hallway. Wondering if Hermione was still working he made his way to her office. Hermione was still sitting sorting through books, just like she had been when he'd left for work that morning.
"Hey, have you been at it all day?" Draco asked his wife as he gave her a kiss.
"No," Hermione replied. "I had a few hours off this afternoon."
"Did you do anything nice?" Draco asked, perching on the edge of Hermione's desk.
"I just had a few hours relaxation," Hermione answered. "How about you, how was your day?"
"Tiring," Draco sighed. "I've been hard at it all afternoon."
"Poor thing," Hermione said, giving Draco a kiss. "How about I run you a nice bath and afterwards I'll give you a massage."
"That sounds like heaven," Draco smiled.
While Hermione headed off to run Draco's bath, Draco grabbed himself a quick sandwich before heading upstairs. By the time he got upstairs Hermione had everything sorted, so all he had to do was undress and sink into the warm water.
"Are you not joining me?" He asked as his wife turned to leave the room.
"Not tonight," Hermione replied. "You just relax, and I'll be waiting when you get out."
Leaving Draco to enjoy his bath, Hermione headed into the bedroom. When Draco emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, wearing just a towel wrapped around his waist, he found his wife sitting on the bed in her underwear. Draco grinned at the sight as Hermione stood up, but when he reached for her, Hermione slapped his hands away.
"Get on the bed and enjoy your massage," She told her husband. "Since you've been working so hard today, I'm going to take care of you. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy the attention."
"I can do that," Draco said as he hopped on the bed and settled face down on the silk covers.
Hermione picked up a bottle of coconut massage oil from her bedside table as she climbed onto the bed with her husband. Straddling Draco's lower back, she drizzled the oil on his shoulders and upper back before starting to caress his tired muscles. Draco let out a contented sigh as Hermione gave him a thorough massage. Slowly Hermione worked her way down Draco's body and when she reached his towel she untied it and continued with her massage.
"Do you want to do my front now?" Draco asked, flipping over and grinning up at his wife as he threw the towel onto the floor.
"Okay," Hermione nodded.
Before she started on Draco's front, Hermione wriggled out of her underwear so she was naked like her husband. Once again straddling Draco, she drizzled the massage oil over his skin and proceeded to massage her way down his body.
"I see at least part of you is raring to go," Hermione chuckled as she reached his erection. "You're not completely tired out by work."
"Not completely," Draco confirmed with a low moan as Hermione wrapped her hand around his manhood.
"I still think you should rest though," Hermione said. "You just lie back and let me do all the work."
Obeying his wife, Draco settled back against the pillows and let Hermione have complete control. At least he let her have control for a while, it didn't take too long of her moving atop of him to cause him to lose control and flip them over. Reassuring his wife he was now anything but tired, Draco proceeded to prove just how active he was feeling.
Lavender was totally torn over whether to tell Ron about what she had seen and heard at the hotel. On one hand she wanted to talk to him, because she never kept anything from her fiancé, and to be honest she could do with talking to someone. Parvati had been more interested in the gossip and scandal, she wasn't overly bothered by the people involved because she rarely saw them. However, telling Ron could end up causing major problems between him and his best friends, not to mention Ginny. Lavender wasn't sure it was fair to mention what she'd witnessed to Ron without first knowing what was going on.
Unfortunately for Lavender, keeping quiet wasn't an option for too long. By the time she and Ron had finished dinner and had settled down in the front room, Ron knew something was bothering his fiancée. Determined to find out what was wrong, he kept asking until Lavender caved in and admitted the truth.
"I think Hermione and Harry are having an affair."
Ron laughed at his fiancée's answer, thinking she was joking. However, Lavender's serious expression soon made him realise that she wasn't joking. Something had obviously happened to make her believe his best friends were cheating with each other.
"What on earth makes you think that?" Ron asked. "Both Harry and Hermione are happily married."
"I know," Lavender replied. "Maybe there's an innocent explanation. I hope there is anyway."
"Tell me what's got you suspicious," Ron urged his fiancée.
Lavender began by telling Ron about how she and Parvati were at the hotel going over plans for the refurbishment. She then explained about Hermione entering the hotel and saying she had a booking in the name of Potter. She also mentioned the receptionist saying Mr Potter was already in the room, and how pleased with herself Hermione looked as she exited the hotel a few hours later.
"But you didn't actually see Harry?" Ron asked.
"No," Lavender replied, shaking her head. "Was he in work this afternoon? If he was at the Ministry, then we have nothing to worry about."
"Actually he wasn't," Ron admitted, anxiously biting his lower lip. "Just after lunch he said he had something important to do and he rushed off. He didn't come back all afternoon."
"Did he say what he was doing?" Lavender questioned.
Ron shook his head in response. "No, in fact he was pretty evasive about where he was going. I asked him what he was up to, but he just said he had something important to deal with."
"So, he could have been meeting Hermione in the hotel," Lavender said quietly.
"He wouldn't do that to Ginny," Ron insisted. "He loves her. And Hermione wouldn't do that either, she's too in love with Malfoy. There has to be another innocent explanation."
"Like what?" Lavender asked.
Ron opened his mouth to reply, but found he had no answer. He could see no innocent explanation as to why his two best friends were meeting up in a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon.