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By the time they arrive at the courthouse, Cedric sends a text saying that they've already signed the papers and they've missed the civil ceremony.

"Fuck!" Tonks exclaims.

"Sorry, darling. We're only like 10 minutes late. But considering we came all the way from London, I think we made good time," Remus muses.

But Tonks is in full brat mode, and she doesn't find his joke the least bit funny. "If you weren't dragging ass, then we would've made it." She looks around the group. "We need a second car. This group is too big. Too many people to keep track of. Fleur, can you drive if I put you with Ginny and Hermione?"

"They should really have a man travel with them," Remus suggests.

"Va te faire foutre!" Fleur swears in French. "We need no man!"

"No, he's right," Tonks soothes the part-veela. "Especially once we leave the city. You stay with us." The metamorphmagus turns to the blond Slytherin. "Draco? Can you drive in this country?"

"Um, yeah."

"Good. You take Hermione and Ginny."

"I'll ride with them too," Pansy interjects.

Hermione rolls her eyes.

"Whatever," Tonks replies. "Let's get going."

Having missed the civil ceremony, they opt to go directly to the restaurant. They're the first to arrive.

Hermione is wearing on off-white linen sleeveless dress with the same white open toed shoes. Ginny is wearing a pale green version of the same kind of dress.

"You all go inside. We could use some air. Be in in a minute," Ginny says, hooking her arm in Hermione's.

Tonks nods. "Remus, if you want to have a good time tonight you will get me some alcohol immediately." And they disappear into the restaurant.

"I heard you," says Ginny, raising her eyebrows at Hermione a few times.

"Oops. I'll try to keep it down."

"Whatever, you know I want details," Ginny says, adjusting her dress. She's not used to wearing sleeveless and doesn't really have the assets to hold it up.

Hermione looks over to the doors, making sure their travel buddies have disappeared into the restaurant. "Ok, he ate me out for like… 20 minutes... I came twice."

"Shit!"

"I know. He has some serious skills. Better than I remember… but then we were talking."

"Why?"

Hermione giggles. "He's taking this a little more seriously than I think I want to."

"Hermione, we've been with them for 10 hours."

"True. Ugh, you're right. Maybe I misunderstood."

"Now let's get inside. Before that Pansy girl makes a move on your runaway."

Hermione looks at the restaurant. "Who chose sushi?" They were in Panama. Shouldn't they be having ceviche or tacos or something not Japanese?

Ginny shrugged. "This is probably the healthiest meal we're going to have in Latin America. Enjoy the vegetables. We won't see many of them."

Inside the restaurant, Tonks and Remus are at the head of the table. Tonks is still in a mood. So, Hermione is seated in front of Fleur, between Ginny and Draco. Pansy sits across the table in front of Draco. And the various family members scatter through the seating arrangements. There are two seats saved for Cedric and - shit! Who is he marrying again?

Hermione searches her brain, through the alcohol and drug filled memories of her short time spent with Cedric and… Nope. She has no idea who Cedric's marrying. As if sensing Hermione's uneasiness, Ginny leans in.

"So, who did Cedric marry?" she whispers

"Fuck if I know," Hermione's whispers back.

"Please tell me you're joking."

"We'll find out, Ginny. We-"

She stops speaking at the feel of Draco's hand on her thigh. She gives him a questioning look, to which he says, "Your dress is lovely, Hermione. Ginny, you look nice too." Ginny smiles. Hermione cautiously smiles. Pansy glares daggers her way. And Draco inches his hand higher.

When Cedric finally arrives, escorted by his wife, it comes back to Hermione. 'Cho.' "Cho."

"What about her?" Draco asks, unsure where that outburst came from.

"Oh, I was just telling Ginny the bride's name." She leans into Ginny. "Her name is Cho."

"I see," says Ginny glancing briefly at Draco's hand on Hermione's thigh.

Two long island iced teas later, Tonks is feeling spectacular. She uses her butter knife and water glass to command the attention of the room. She stands to make her toast.

Hermione can't hear a word of Tonks's speech. She's struggling not to moan at the table.

Draco's slipped his hand up her dress and is rubbing his fingers against her through her underwear. His fingers apply perfect pressure as he trails up and down her opening. She grabs a piece of edamame and slowly uses her teeth and tongue to extract one soybean at a time, to give her mouth something to do.

Suddenly Draco's movements still. She looks over to him to see what's wrong, but he's staring straight ahead. She follows his gaze over to Pansy. 'What's up with pugface?' She looks back to Draco and drops her gaze to his pants, where she finds Pansy's foot rubbing up against his crotch. 'What the fuck?' His hand is still up her dress! Hermione backs up on the chair, giving Draco an out. But he slides his hand up with her, refusing to remove it from her crotch.

Ginny leans in and whispers to Hermione "Looks like an old fashioned Mexican standoff to me."

"Fuck off, Ginny," Hermione grits out. "This is...awkward."

"Yeah, couldn't she wait until you came to start her game of footsie?"

Draco uses his free hand to grab Pansy's ankle and removes her foot from his crotch. Hermione waits for Pansy to look her way, but she doesn't. Pansy turns her attention back to Tonks, blissfully unaware of her cockblocking.

When Draco moves his hand against her again, she quickly and quietly finds her release.

"I need some air," Hermione whispers to no one in particular.

She stands and makes her way outside, wishing she smoked just so something would calm her nerves. Her thoughts easily drift to Draco. Their long walk to Listis Beach. The steep slope leading to the sand. The feel of the water on her toes, then later against her body as they fucked on the shore. The sound of his voice when he told her he loved her.

"Hermione!"

"Yeah!?" 'Shit, I'm still jumpy.' "Hey Cedric! Congrats!"

"I'm so glad I got a minute with you," Cedric says.

"Well, it's your wedding. You're busy."

"Thank you so much for coming. I can't believe you came all this way."

"No problem. You look happy," Hermione smiles.

"I am." Cedric looks around to make sure they're alone. "Do me a favor. Don't mention my last night in London to anyone, okay?"

'You mean the night I caught you fucking a Moroccan busboy at that hookah bar in Covent Garden.' Hermione nods. "Secret's safe with me."

"Good. And I'll keep yours too," Cedric winks. "He's really into you."

"We have...history."

"I can tell." Cedric senses Hermione's hesitation to discuss further. "Well, I should be getting back.

Hermione stands outside for a few more minutes clearing her head. Her underwear is wet and uncomfortable and she's tempted to throw them away. The passersby on the street stop her though. She wouldn't think twice in London, but she doesn't behave the same way when she travels. Nothing says "stupid tourist" like a woman alone pulling off a thong in the middle of unknown territory.

Returning to the restaurant and sitting back down in her seat, she's pulled into conversation.

"So, what do you do, Hermione?" Cho asks.

"I'm a barrister."

"Oh, do you work for a firm?" Cedric chimes in.

"No, I work for the ministry. Muggleborn Advocacy is my focus."

"Could a paralegal do your job?" Fleur inquires.

Hermione makes a slightly annoyed face."Oh, no, not at all. And you wouldn't want them to. They just don't receive the proper training or education. Everything they do has to be supervised. They're excellent support staff though."

Hermione takes note of the giggling around the table. Ginny leans in and whispers "Pansy's a legal assistant. She was just going on about lawyers and barristers being paid more to do the same job she does." Hermione looks over to Pansy whose cheeks have grown red with embarrassment, and suppresses a laugh.

'Oh, alright. I'll throw her a bone' "Where did you get your certification, Pansy?"

"Um. Well, I'm still in school."

Hermione nods. "Where are you studying?"

Pansy doesn't answer.

"Well, if you're interested in law, you should look into Gringott's School of Law," she advises referring to the goblin run institution.

Pansy makes a face. "Yeah.."

"A friend works in admissions. I could call her for you. Have her send you some info?"

"That's sweet of you, Hermione," Draco answers when Pansy says nothing.

"Yeah, Hermione. That's really nice of you," Tonks calls drunkenly from her place at the table.

Pansy spends the rest of the meal pouting.

'Good riddance!' Hermione thinks to herself, feeling Draco's fingers slide up her thigh. She could use a nice distraction from the bitch.


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