Respect and Respectability

The Firebrand

The Minister; Rufus Scrimgeour, blankly stared across the table, hands clasped. Conveying how serious this meeting was going to be by withholding his emotions altogether. Countenance set in political neutrality. Narrowing his eyes, scrutinising them at leisure, before launching into the meeting. Making the two men in front of him feel like it was their first day in school. So diametrically opposite that the thought they were friends seemed incongruous to the lion-like man. It mattered not they were facing the Wizarding Worlds most powerful man as they continued squirming in their high backed chairs, both running conspiracy theories as to why they were they were called to his presence.

Leaning forward finally to show the Wizard was about to come to the nub of the matter before the Minister silently pushed forward two copies of a new legislation. Buff coloured files were picked up by the men as the legend: Marriage Law – was scrawled in neat script in the centre. Without a word the men opened the files. Rufus waited until either one were ready to speak as they read through the extensive scroll. Thankfully, due to the professions of both men, they were able to skim read and still take in the particulars.

"So," one man sighed rubbing his forehead. "How is this supposed to work?"

"Pardon?" Rufus asked blinking, as if he did not expect someone to talk. "It is perfectly simple, you two are still considered in your prime. Both of you are not attached and this is a brand new Law and we need the best to set the example – if either of you have..."

"You forget," the second man sighed. Already acting bored. Still, he was somewhat intrigued by the ensuing chaos once this got out. Also he was wondering who he would end up with. As far as he was concerned there was only one candidate and she would probably be already married: "That my learned friend here is supposed to be dead."

"Ah," Rufus sighed, "of course, your supposed death gave Mr Potter the final impetus he needed to kill Voldemort."

Both men winced. They knew he was no longer a threat but the memories were still sore wounds left open to infection. Seven years has passed since the war. Still, it was habit by now that they looked over their shoulders. Scratching where the Mark once stood proud – still a faint trace. A scar they wrought upon themselves. One for family preservation, the other due to a broken heart.

"So, I ask again, how do I fit into this?"

"Well," Rufus sat back and steepled his fingers against his chin gazing steely-eyed at the raven haired man: "This law will have to force you out of hiding I am afraid!"

"NO!" the man roared tossing the file in disgust back on the table, "I have finally got the privacy I earned – and earned hard!"

"I understand, Severus, but I can no longer keep your name off the record."

"You do realise a lot of awkward questions will be asked, don't you?"

"I am sure you are more than adept at fielding all unwanted queries, Severus," Rufus sighed as he swung his head around to the blond: "Lucius, what say you?"

"I believe I tried to have this repealed before it became common knowledge."

"Look," Rufus sighed, "I know this is hardly ideal," Severus snorted. Unperturbed the Minister pushed forward: "But the Wizengamot have my hands tied. I am also under this blasted law and I enjoy my celibacy."

Rolling his eyes Severus folded his arms and scowled as he would a first year who blew up their cauldron: "So, when do we have to make a choice?"

"I have chosen four of you to partake at the start."

"Two women for two men," Lucius grinned, "perhaps we can share?"

"Wait until you see them," Severus sighed, "they are bound to be dogs."

"That's unkind Severus!" Lucius laughed merrily, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. "Escaped from deaths maw and you're still a pessimist."

"Four of you will receive a list of available life companions. There will be five to choose from. We will be sensible about the choices, they are tailor made. There may be the odd same name cropping up."

"What happens if we happen to like the same one?" Lucius asked.

"I highly doubt that, Lucius," Rufus smirked, "though you have until the end of the summer to make a formal announcement – as it is February 14th a rather apt day to begin, you will..."

Suddenly the door slammed open and the Wizards scurried to the shadows as they wanted to observe who had the audacity to march through the Ministers office like they had the right to it in such a blazing fury.

"Minister!" the voice was cold as ice belying the heat of magical fire energy crackling from the core. A young woman's voice.

"Ah, hello dear."

"Dear?" Lucius and Severus winced. The married man knew you never patronised a young Witch in the height of temper, the bachelor read people like a book and knew not to say a word when a Witch showed her less salubrious side. "Let," Rufus was never this stupid, surely? "Me," measured step, "tell," click clack of silver heels. Lucius noticed the stiletto and sighed, "you," a voice laced with sweet poison, "I," using her wand casting a neat non verbal to shove the chairs aside in such flourish Severus roved his gaze up and down what he could see of her form. "Am," levelling her eyes – the Minister tried not to squirm in the chair at the danger presented in them, "not," hands splayed flat on the desk, "your dear!" the snarl set Severus' head in a spin. "Neither am I a guinea pig, Minster!"

"No," Rufus sighed, "take a seat."

"No, I am here to tell you I refuse – absolutely refuse – to take part in this asinine charade."

Severus heart fluttered. A woman who did not suffer fools gladly – he liked her already. If she yelled and stomped her foot he would not have cared much for her but she was fiercesome in her approach. Hissed voice and hidden calm were so much more subtle in displaying violent disappointment.

"It is a new law that we need to repopulate our society, Mi..."

"Choose some other Muggleborn to be your guinea pig," the young woman snapped. "I did not fight a bloody war, get tortured by that Bitch Lestrange," now it was Lucius turn for his heart to flutter, he hated his thrice damned sister-in-law. "Watch my best friend suffer on a daily basis to become some pawn to some insipid statute." Whoever the young woman was, Severus felt his heart miss a beat. The entrance she made rivalled his own. "I did not get hit by Dolohov, wonder around Hogwarts after hours or fight Giant Chess Pieces and fall through Devils Snare or get petrified or get," here she ran out things to say but she still did not lose her stride – hands still splayed on the table as she continued to gaze at the frightened leader: "Believe me, Minister," she sneered contemptuously, "I will AK the dunderheads who thought of this farcical legislation."

Now Severus almost blew his cover. A woman. This was his kind of woman. One who could hold her own. Use wonderfully spiteful vocabulary. Level death glares. Sneer so beautifully. It mattered not what she looked like, this Witch was worthy of him.

"I assure you everyone will be subject to the law but we need to test it out first and you are highly recommended, your status as..."

"As what?" the woman growled. Her hand finally moved in the direction to her wand. Suavely whipping it out with such style Lucius could not help but admire the panache: "As a member of the Golden Trio?" The venom she put in the name oft given to Harry, Ron and Hermione. Hating the epithet to the fibre of her being. She pushed the tip to the Minister's chest. "I was taught how to duel by a Master of his craft – a Wizard with more balls in his trousers than you most assuredly do have – a Wizard who would be able to kill you and make it look like an accident, a Wizard I wish was here to offer his own brand of acerbic wit!" Damn, Snape sighed. She's referring to me. Shall I talk? "A supposed War Heroine?" gritting her teeth the woman was close to breaking Ministry protocol: "Do you realise that my fiancé of three days – seeing that Owl you sent me – has decided to cut his losses and is now sitting in the lap of whatever puerile female who will have him?"

"I-I-I!" the Minister stuttered. He was terrified this girl was going to murder him right now.

"Yes," she hissed, "you're scared aren't you?" The Minister was pinned by cold hearted fear to his chair. Lucius and Severus were piecing some clues together. "Let me tell you," she said so evenly that Lucius wondered if Bellatrix had come back from the dead, "that you all ought to have been bloody lucky that it was not Thomasina Riddle because if it was," she threatened. "You would most certainly not be sitting in your gilded cage if that were the case, Minister!"

"I am sorry your fiancé could not wait to see if he made it to your list."

"Yes well," she replaced her wand back from whence it came. "I would use a forbidden curse on you, Minister – just remember – I helped thwart one of the cleverest Wizards of his day – I set a teacher's robes on fire because I thought he was killing Harry, defeated a Mountain Troll and worked out a complex logical solution and all in my first year in the Wizarding World," she gave the Minister a pointed look. "I will make sure I do everything in my power to make sure this law," she spat as she produced her own buff coloured file and flung it on the desk where it skimmed to the Minister's lap where he picked it up with trembling fingers: "is used to line Kneazle Kitten litter trays, understand?"

"I can ex..."

"Threatening the Minister is not a good way to continue your professional career, Miss..."

"Granger," the woman said not even batting an eye that she had done this in mixed company. "By that tone and flash of blond," her lips quirked. "I suppose I have just performed for Lucius Malfoy, hello sir," her hair followed through her head spin gloriously warrior like: "Pleasure to see you looking so well perhaps you can knock some sense into this buffoon."

Spinning on her heel Hermione left the office in a trail of raw magnificent magic that left Mr L. J. A. Malfoy rather breathless. His friend walked out of the shadows chuckling low in his throat: "I had never thought that she would turn out like that, she seemed so reasonable in... Wait a minute," his jaw slackened, "she was the one who set my robes on fire!"

"You let a first year sneak up on you and set you alight?" Lucius asked a mischievous gleam in his pale eyes.

Shifting uncomfortably Severus glanced down on the floor: "I was distracted from stopping Potter from being killed in his first Quidditch Match!"

Barking out a laugh Lucius had tears falling from his eyes. "Well," he sighed to the Minister, "I gather she is one of the Witches."

Silently Rufus nodded. As the men were about to leave the Minister said: "What did she mean we ought to have been glad it was not Thomasina Riddle?"

The other two men exchanged smirks that glittered: "Never mind," Lucius giggled, "come on Severus," he took Hermione's file and walked out of the office. Severus sighed and picked up his Ministry issued Invisibility Cloak following his friend.

They met a rather horrid sight. Gregory Goyle was pressing his body against Miss Granger. Forcing her against the wall. The lout was literally drooling over her neck. Pudgy soft lips near her flesh: "Always liked you," he said licking his fat tongue over his disgusting lips. "I 'ope this new Law is real and I gets you," his hands made a clumsy grab for her breast.

The young gorilla literally allowed spit to land on her shoulder. Shuddering with disgust Lucius decided to step in for the poor Witch. She could explain later how she could let herself sandwiched between the loathsome Wizard and a wall. "Mr Goyle," Lucius said smoothly.

Once the younger man noticed who was there he looked as if he was about to whizz himself: "Sorry, Sir, I'll be on me way."

Hermione watched as the fat freak stumbled his way down the corridor. Smoothing down her trim light blue robes. Dark green skirt reached halfway down her thighs as she wore sheer black tights and silver heeled stilettos that Lucius had already noticed. The fitted pink cotton blouse showed her figure in such form. Set a rather professional tone. Sexy secretary fantasies flashed through the blonds mind. Lucius noticed that she had become rather lovely. Though her hair still maintained it's bushy quality. It highly suited a Lions mane. Such cutting ferocity in this young witch Lucius felt scratched – in all the right places, he smirked at his swift appraisal. He could almost kneel before her as her slave if she so desired.

"I believe you left this," he said handing her the proposal.

"Deliberately," she sighed, "sorry for the way I acted I should know better but I saw red when I perused it earlier."

"Your fiancé?"

"Ronald," she said dispassionately, "we were just engaged then I get that blasted owl three months ago," she took the file out of his grip, shrunk it and put it in a smart black dragon hide briefcase.

A lift pinged and four elderly workers poured out, leaving the carriage empty. Lucius offered Hermione to go in first as she bitterly mentioned the need to Floo to the 'luckily married Potters!'

"Had their third child I believe?"

"And last if Ginny has a say in it," Hermione muttered, "I would have thought Ron would have... never mind," she turned her face away and reached in her pale blue robes and brought a brush out. Yanking it through her hair as if she was thinking of someone else she'd like to yank.

"Is that the way you brush you hair?" Lucius asked horrified at her follicular abuse.

"Yes," Hermione snapped.

"Why not use a charm?"

"Nothing works, Lucius," she said as the bristles snagged on a particularly harsh knot causing her to wince. The tone implied they were better acquaintances than they showed in the office. "You really did see all my display?"

"Yes, and such a fine one it was too, Hermione," the young witch melted compassionately in front of him and rubbed his arm. "Now turn around," she did.

"I am sorry we have yet to catch the bastard who murdered your wife," she said as she felt his presence near her. Hermione reached up and around to encircle her arm around his neck. Pulling him close to her – Lucius breathed in her deliciously jasmine scent. "Truly, your heart must still be fixing itself."

"I feel certain sights helps fix it," he whispered. Hermione closed her eyes as she felt tendrils of warm breath land on her neck. "Your brush is a rather original hair accoutrement if I do say so myself."

Blushing Hermione moved her hand to her brush: "Thanks, it should live there, bet I would not even feel it for days," Lucius chuckled at her joke.

"Here," Lucius said. Carefully he pulled the strands out of the teeth. "Start slow," he whispered standing ever closer behind her, "at the bottom," tenderly he stroked the brush through the tips. "Work your way up," he was so near now and Hermione felt as if her breath was taken out of her body as this man she, well, she respected for awhile care for her rats nest. Using his fingers as a comb following through the swipe of the brush. After he was confident that the brush passed through the curls and knots without a snag, Lucius just continued brushing because he could. The sound was making her lean into him as he reached her scalp. A small almost sexual moan escaped her lips. He sped the pace up running the brush from scalp to tip through all layers and then, being a little cheeky, he tucked the brush in his robes as he took his wand out of his snakes head cane and murmured something that Hermione was too relaxed to hear.

"Wow!" she sighed with her eyes closed.

"Turn around so I can arrange it around your face," Lucius said. Surprisingly, she did. Sweetly, he arranged the luscious locks around her face. Framing her cute cheeks and defiant jaw. "All done," he whispered. Tilting his head. Hermione found herself tip toeing up so their lips could meet. "If we're not careful we will be kissing soon."

"So," she breathed as she traced her fingers around his face wanting to tug him down towards her. Their lips were a mere centimetre apart.

PING! A supercilious cough from a clearly unimpressed Ministry worker. The two sprang apart as if they had been caught in the act and Hermione landed against something. Or someone. As the thing she landed against made an Oomph sound. Lucius steadied her to her feet. Although she looked at the spot confused. What could have made that sound? Three more people entered. A snooty auburn haired male who looked like all humanity was beneath him. Lucius whispered the Wizard's name in Hermione's ear and she giggled. Still blushing from the near kiss that she had almost shared with the dubiously light Wizard. The other two Hermione knew by sight and had exchanged pleasantries with at functions.

They soon reached the bottom floor. Unfortunately they were not left alone again and their lips tingled with curiosity. "Shall I escort you to the Floo?" Lucius asked offering his arm.

"Why not?" she smiled accepting it. Deliberately, Lucius passed the fountain and made her look in the reflective surface. "What did you do?"

"I brushed your hair the way it should have been brushed."

"But it is shining and wavy..."

"I must admit to using a small charm or two," he grinned back. Naughtily he decided to wrap his arms around her middle pulling her close to him. Gulping a little Hermione saw how they looked together. NO! She screamed to herself, he's Draco's father for crying out loud. "Come on."

Hermione was led with an expression of complete and utter shock. Her hair had not looked that good since the Yule Ball in her fourth year. Taking the Floo Powder, Hermione said: "Mr and Mrs Potter's Living Room!" and Lucius stepped her in with such an old fashioned courtly manner it made Hermione feel beautiful. More than she had done with any amount of kissing and sex with Ronald.

Before she managed to say thank you again the powder enveloped her in green fog as she was taken away. Once she was gone Lucius stepped in after throwing his own pinch with an invisible Severus next to him, and they landed in Spinners End.

Shedding the cloak Severus slumped in the nearest seat in exasperation: "Well, you two may as well have screwed each other in the Ministry Atrium," he groaned. "Why did you have to brush her hair and make her look like that?"

"At least we know that there is a cure for the birds nest," Lucius said sitting opposite his brooding friend: "mind you," he sighed, "I do hope she does come on my list."

Rolling his eyes Severus got up and poured himself a port to calm him down. Not offering Lucius any. "I suppose she is passable and I must admit I enjoyed how she made that dunderhead squirm."

"Passable?" Lucius sighed in exasperation over his friends idiotic behaviour over women. "Come on, Severus, you saw how she was dressed? Heard how her shoes click clacked? The energy crackling from her core?"

"I have other things to do."

Chuckling Lucius picked up his folder: "Like preparing to answer those awkward questions?"

"Just imagine if Potter finds out I lied to him?"

"You had to," Lucius sighed, "I know you cared for him, Severus and do not deny it!" Severus snapped his mouth shut. "That Weasley boy. What was he thinking?"

"I have no concern for what they get themselves up to now," Severus sighed, "I was hoping to never again worry about them."

Getting up Lucius stared down at his friend: "I shall be awfully upset if she ends up on your list and not mine."

"You can have her."

"Psh," Lucius hissed, "just remember I saw your eyes when she stormed in," the blond smirked, "you cannot tell me you did not feel a little stirring of curiosity over what she may be like as a wife?"

"Bossy, insufferable, interfering, and troublesome."

"What would it be like to dominate her in the bedroom, Severus?" Lucius eyes glazed over, "to have all that fury writhing beneath or on top of you. To see those tawny eyes darken..."

"You cannot be seriously suggesting I would be interested in a former student?"

With an exasperated roll of the eyes and a matching sigh, Lucius pressed his hand on Severus' shoulder: "I hate to break this to you," he smirked, "but every eligible Witch you will be offered will likely be a former student."

"Get lost," Severus grumbled.

"Just saying, you may as well choose the bright one, you could have lots of make up sex!"

"Go!" Severus growled. "Now!"

Chuckling Lucius apparated to his Manor. Where he was met with Draco playing with his baby: "Well," Draco asked.

"GANDPA!"

Suddenly, Lucius was attacked by toddler and pushed on the ground being covered by sticky wet kisses: "Scorpius," Draco sighed, "let your grandpa get up, will you!"

Still sitting on the floor rolling around with his grandson Lucius looked up and sighed: "It appears we are chosen to be part of the new Law before it takes an effect."

"Whose we?"

"Me," Lucius said as he proceeded to tickle Scorpius on the floor, "a friend and two witches."

"Muggleborn Witches?"

"Yes."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I had hoped you would no longer need to ask that question," Lucius said levelling a gaze at his son that told Draco quite clearly he had walked through hell and survived enlightened. "One of the Muggleborn Witches stormed into the Minister's office and threatened him at Wand point – saying she was not going to take part in this stupid farce."

"It is a stupid farce," Draco said taking a sip of water, "I completely agree with the Witch."

"It would be the first time you would agree with this particular Witch," Lucius said with a hidden smirk behind the words, "for it was none other than Miss Granger."

Draco choked on his drink: "You realise now she is known as the Scariest Witch of her age?"

"I can well believe it," Lucius chuckled as Scorpius tried to tickle him back but it did not work as Lucius was only ticklish in an area where only his conquests could touch. "I managed to calm her down though."

"How?" Draco tipped his head.

"By brushing her hair."

The shock of this statement almost made Draco fall out of his chair. "You... you … You..."

"Brushed her hair, Draco, yes."

"Why?"

"It turns out that it looked the way it did is because she yanks the poor brush through it. After I finished with it it looked a lot better and rendered her speechless."

"I wish I was there!"

Now, Lucius was going to make his son run from the room: "She was most appreciative of my gesture and I believe, if we were not so rudely interrupted, we would have kissed."

Going green with the thought Draco ran out of the room amidst the deepening chuckle of his father. Unaffected Lucius continued rolling on the floor with Scorpius: "What would you think if Gandpa got married again, Scorpy?"

"I have GANDMA," Scorpius grinned. "Gandma's are nice!"

"Ah, but what do you think of this young lady?" Lucius got up off the floor and picked up a book written by Harry Potter about the Horcrux hunt and the slow defeat of Voldemort. Complete with pictures that Colin Creevey snapped. He opened to the second photograph section where he showed a picture of Miss Granger taken about a year ago at a function. "Her name is Miss Hermione Granger, she went to school with your father."

"New Gandma?" Scorpius pointed his pudgy finger at Hermione who was smiling.

"New grandma possibly."

"NO!" Scorpius scowled as he looked at Hermione again. Reminding Lucius of what Draco looked like when he saw a broomstick he really wanted and would not shut up about it until he got it, "New Gandma!"

"You like her then?"

"New Gandma pwetty!" Scorpius said. "New Gandma looks nice!"

Groaning Lucius also looked at the picture anew. "She can be scary," he whispered, "and she loves books."

"New Gandma can wead to me?"

"I suppose she would," Lucius eyes misted over, "so if grandpa bought Miss Granger home you would be nice to her."

"I want new Gandma, papa!" Scorpius turned his head as Draco re-entered the room.

"I am sure that Grandpa is going to find one."

"Gandpa has," Scorpius took the large book in his hands and waddled over to Draco. "Miss H. J. Gwanger," he read under the picture, "New Gandma!"

Looking at his son with a warm smile, Draco took the book and looked at the picture: "You realise if Gandpa marries her you won't be the only treasure."

"Big house more people!"

"Can't argue with that, Draco," Lucius chuckled as Scorpius ran back to his grandfather, "I am too old to be sitting on the floor help me up."

Draco got his wand out and enervated his father back to a standing position and Lucius sat on a more comfortable sofa.

"Want talk to new Gandma."

"Gods, Father," Draco sighed rubbing his temples: "He won't shut up about that now, will he?"

"No," Lucius said quite unashamedly, "he is a Malfoy. He gets what he wants."

"If she ends up on your list?"

"Oh definitely," Lucius said, "I gather the situation would make you two uncomfortable but she may not choose me."

"She liked you brushing her hair," Draco said a little miffed that he still had not witnessed that act. "What did it look like?"

"Flake," Lucius called.

A rather shivery House Elf appeared with wide orange eyes, gnarled ears and a rather wary expression. "Masters?" he asked with a twitch to the right eye. "Has I been bad?"

"No," Lucius said in a friendly tone. Flake once belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange and he was a bundle of nerves since. It took Lucius a long time to get the Elf to speak, "Flake, you know we are not going to harm you. Now," he whispered, "could you please fetch us the family Penseive?"

"Master," Flake twitched his fingers and cracked. Moments later he reappeared with the Penseive. Squeaking with terror as Scorpius began waddling up to him – he left.

"Shall we rename him Skippy?" Draco said with a smile.

"No, Draco," Lucius said sharply. Taking his wand up to his forehead, Lucius closed his eyes, sighed and let the walls down on his morning moving his lips as he fast forwarded to the moment she was being assaulted by Goyle Jr. A most disgusting sight. "Legilimens," he whispered.

Slowly, he pulled his wand from his forehead. A silver strand following the movement. Draco was there ready with a quill box. Swiftly, Lucius deposited the memory in the box. Heart thudding in his ears Draco poured it into the Penseive. Immediately Draco was dragged into his father's memory. Moments later he emerged blushing.

"You may as well have just..." he was aware his son was listening, "you know!"

"Someone else said that," Lucius said. "I just brushed her hair."

"The look on her face and the moan she gave out suggested otherwise," Draco smirked. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"That hair was being abused," Lucius flicked a lock of his perfectly straight blond hair, "I could not stand by and watch her be cruel to her hair."

"Whatever, father."

"Wanna meet new Gandma!" Scorpius said crawling over to the Penseive. "New Gandma pwetty, papa?"

Sighing Draco picked Scorpius up the muggle way and snuggled his nose in his son's neck: "Come on, you need a nap."

"Wanna see new Gandma!"

Exasperation took over the two older Malfoy men as Scorpius sat in his father's arms. His own small arms crossed angrily against his chest with a pout of his toddler lip and his eyes narrowed in the typical Malfoy scowl. Weak willed when it came to his grandson Lucius nodded. "I know where she is," he said, "you best Floo her over."

"Where?"

"Potter's."

Clapping his hands Scorpius jumped up and down in his father's arms. "I like Hawwy," he said. "Uncle Hawwy and Aunty Ginny always bwings me sweets!"

"Just the new Gandma," Lucius sighed. Sugar filled Scorpius did not bare thinking about. How was he going to explain to Hermione that his grandson turned out to have better taste in friends than he did?

Carefully, Draco gave Scorpius to his grandpa and walked to the main Floo in the reception area. He hoped Hermione could let Scorpius down gently. She was gentle with elves so he could only begin to wonder what she would be like as a mother. Somehow, the image of her being Hermione Malfoy, belly swollen with his seed, that glow that only expectant women held, made Lucius' penis harden. He had to exorcise that pretty soon. Blond curly haired daughters flitted through his mind, giving Lucius a huge cat like grin.

"She'll be here in half an hour," Draco said trying to remove Scorpius from his grandfather but Scorpius held on tight to Lucius long hair. "Oh I see," Draco's eyes glinted malevolently, "like that is it?"

"Leave him be," Lucius sighed. How did I deserve this? A beautiful bouncing boy – my bloodline going strong in this bundle of blond exuberance. A possible second chance at fatherhood. He still wondered why he had not been punished as much as his former comrades. "What was her reaction?"

A/N: I am using a mix of Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, John Le Carré and PG Wodehouse for this story. Hopefully nothing too disturbing. This is more a Mystery/Romance/Humour. There is not going to be a Threesome or Moresome experience in this tale. She just has to date multiple sexy Slytherin's at the same time but any intimate acts are between Hermione and the one she is on the date with at the time only.

What is her reaction indeed?