Chase the Morning

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: *Shakes head*

AN: Okay, so this chapter is kinda short, but it's more of an interlude before moving on to the heavy plot issues coming up. Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 3: Secrets Revealed

Hermione almost screamed in frustration as she pulled Harry's car into the two car garage that attached to the rather large house the three of them shared. The reason for her ire, however, was passed out in the back seat: her two housemates. Why would they do that to her? Why would they embarrass her in front of her and Harry's new coworkers and her fiancé? True, they didn't know he was her fiancé, but that did not excuse them.

With that thought in mind, she cut the engine and hit the button to close the garage. Once the door was fully closed, she pulled her wand from the holster she had spelled invisible and attached to her forearm. She got out and opened the back door. With a sick feeling of satisfaction, she levitated the pair out of the car and into the house, not really caring if they knocked into things, like the roof of the car or the door into the house.

"He-Hermione?" a shocked voice sounded from the direction of the front door.

"Quatre!" wide brown eyes turned to the speaker, accidentally dropping her housemates in her surprise. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"You were upset, Hermione," a hand rose and ran agitatedly through blond locks, "I followed you from the bar, thinking you might need some help and some company. As for how I got in, you gave me a key months ago, just in case. Now would you please explain what is going on?"

The bushy haired witch gave a resigned sigh, "Let me put these two to bed and then I'll answer any questions you have, I promise."

"Alright," he nodded. "Would you like a hand with them?"

"No," she shook her head, "I've got it. Mobilicorpus."

With a flick of her wand the two boys were lifted into the air once more. She opened the first door she came to, which just happened to be Harry's room. Once inside, she dropped them unceremoniously onto the bed. She almost left it at that, but after their actions she decided a little payback was in order. So with a malicious gleam in her eye, she waved her wand, vanishing their clothes in one movement. With a satisfied nod, she turned and left the room.

Her moment of triumph ended abruptly as she reentered the living room and saw her fiancé sitting calmly on the couch.

"Quatre," she stopped in the doorway, not sure how welcome she would be at the moment.

"Hermione?" teal eyes turned questioningly to her."What's going on? What was all that?"

"I'm sorry, Quatre," she leaned her head against the wall, closing her eyes, unable to look at the man she loved. "I'm so sorry."

The blond was on his feet in an instant, his resolve to give her space dissolving at the pain he felt in his Space Heart. He gathered her into his arms and began rubbing soothing circles on her back. She resisted for just a moment before dissolving into tears in the gentle embrace. They stood like that for several minutes, until Hermione had gained a semblance of control. Quatre pulled back and led her over to the couch and sat down, pulling the unresisting witch onto his lap.

"So," he said, once they were both comfortable, "talk to me, Hermione. You told me earlier that you trusted me with everything that you are, but I believe you weren't quite being honest with me. Now, I'm not accusing you of anything, I just feel that maybe you should afford me the same courtesy that you asked from me and trust me."

Hermione took a deep breath before answering, "It's not that I don't trust you, Quat, it's just that there are some aspects of my life that aren't easy for me to share, with anyone except Harry and Draco. I'm a witch, as you witnessed earlier."

"So that was magic?" a blond brow quirked in question. "But why did you tell the other two?"

"Harry and Draco are both wizards," she shook her head. "We went to school together before we moved to the colonies."

"Okay," the blond nodded. He couldn't exactly refute what he had seen. "But why would you be afraid to tell me this?"

"It's not always well accepted among Muggles," she sighed. "Non magic users," she elaborated at his raised eyebrow. "Harry's relatives are a good example of that. They hated him and treated him worse than a dog for most of his life. But more importantly, we have to be careful who we trust, because there are wizards out there that would like nothing more than to see the three of us dead."

"Why?" aqua eyes narrowed dangerously.

"It's a very complicated story," she shook her head, "but suffice it to say, we left Earth when we were fifteen to hide from those people. I don't know if they're still looking for us, but we have to be careful. It's not that I didn't, or don't, want to trust you with this, but it's not something that you can help with and Harry would be really mad if I said anything else. It is more his story to tell than mine, and he would have to trust you with it."

"I can understand that," he nodded, it would be like him telling the others' stories without their permission. "So, why don't you show me some of the things you can do with this magic of yours?"

She smiled up at him and gave him a quick kiss before pulling her wand again.

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Harry woke the next morning with an earsplitting headache. He was never going to drink with Draco again. He groaned quietly and threw his arm up over his eyes, trying to block out the little light that was seeping into the room.

Well, there was nothing for it really, he had to get up and get ready for work. His partner from hell would never let him live it down if he came in hungover. Luckily, both his housemates were better at potions than he was and there was always a stock of hangover cure ready for such occasions as this.

Before that happened, however, his bladder was making its presence known and he found that his first stop had to be the bathroom. As he went to get out of bed, he found that his progress was hindered by something laying across his chest. He tilted his head up and squinted down to see what would possibly keep him from being able to pee.

Emerald eyes landed on a head of tussled blond hair. He groaned again, but then tossed his housemate to the floor so he could relieve his very full bladder. Draco let out a loud string of colorful swear words, some of which Harry wasn't even sure where he'd learned, as he made a beeline for his ensuite bathroom.

"Would you shut the fuck up, Draco?" the raven haired man called back at him. "And you better have used fucking protection last night, you asshole."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Draco groaned loudly. "We didn't have sex last night."

"How can you be so fucking sure?" he ground out through clenched teeth, the blond's voice was making his head throb even harder. "I don't remember shit about last night, not after the first five shots."

"That's just it," the blond entered the bathroom and leaned casually against the counter, or as casually as he could manage with his head cradled in his hands. "If we had sex, we wouldn't be fucking hungover right now. Have you never noticed that?"

"What are you going on about?"

"You don't notice, do you?" the former Slytherin scoffed. "When you cum, you release magic, it's actually quite a ride. But it gets rid of the fucking effects of drinking too much. Have you never realized that when we do have sex when we're drunk we never wake up with a hangover? On another note, I know I didn't get laid last night, I'm fucking horny as shit."

"And that's my problem?" green eyes turned incredulously on the other.

"Well it could be," Draco gave him a very seductive look, as his hand drifted down to caress his half hard cock.

"I have work, Draco," he deadpanned. "And unlike you, I actually have to be there on time. I can't show up at any fucking time I want."

"So we can do it in the shower," the blond shrugged. "Then we'll kill three birds with one fuck. You'll get clean, we'll get rid of these hangovers without taking that potion that tastes like three day old shit, and I won't be horny anymore."

"You're impossible," Harry turned away from his friend, trying to hide how much the suggestion was affecting him.

"Come on, Potter," Draco stepped up behind him and began slowly thrusting his almost full erection against his bare ass, "you know you want to. It'll be so good. You know you want it."

His hand snaked around the other's waist and wrapped around his rapidly hardening shaft. Harry couldn't suppress the moan caused by the blond's actions. He felt, more than saw, the smirk that formed on Draco's face as he knew he'd won.

"Start the shower," he commanded in a husky voice. "I'll grab the condoms."

He stepped away and Harry was able to pull himself together enough to do as he was told. A moment later, the water was ready and Draco was returning with the little foil package held triumphantly in his hand. Harry just shook his head, but couldn't complain. He wanted this just as much as the other.

Forty five minutes later, the pair left the shower, both completely sated, clean, and no longer hungover. Harry wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast before he had to head out for work. He had just started the coffee pot and pulled out the frying pan and eggs when he sensed someone enter the kitchen behind him. Thinking it was one of his housemates, he glanced over his shoulder, intending to tell them that breakfast would be ready shortly. However, the blond that was standing there was not someone he knew.

"Uh, who are you?" he grabbed the nearest sharp object, and held it out in front of him.

"Right," the blond chuckled, taking a seat at the table, completely unfazed by the weapon. "You probably don't remember much from last night. Not that we were properly introduced. I'm Quatre, Hermione's fiancé."

"So you're the elusive fiancé we've heard so much about," Draco said as he sauntered into the room, completely naked. "Name's Draco, Draco Malfoy," he extended his hand, which Quatre shook graciously. "And this paranoid git over here is Harry. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Draco, would you go put some clothes on?" Harry shook his head, turning back to the stove. "There's company."

"You first," the former Slytherin smirked, eying the other's barely covered form, as he leaned back against the counter.

"I'm at least decent," the raven shot back. "Unlike you, who's just letting it all hang out."

"I didn't hear you complaining five minutes ago," Draco countered.

"Would you both just shut up," the only female in the house snapped as she entered the kitchen. "God, you are such children. Go get dressed. Harry, we need to leave in thirty minutes, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm making breakfast," he answered calmly. "And if you can't be nice to me, I'm not going to give you a ride to work. It's not my fault your car's a piece of shit and that you don't have it right now."

"Actually, Potter, it is," her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Oooh, she called you Potter," Draco chuckled. "You're in trouble now."

"Oh, don't think you're off the hook, Malfoy," her gaze shifted to incorporate him as well. "If you two had not been drunk off your asses last night. I wouldn't have had to drive your sorry asses home in your car, and could've gotten mine."

"Hermione," her fiancé rose to try and calm her down.

"Don't mind her, Harry," grey eyes danced wickedly. "Granger's just sore that her little revenge scheme didn't work. But what she doesn't know is that us waking up naked together isn't an uncommon occurrence, since we've been…"

The former Gryffindor clamped his hand over the other's mouth, giving him a pointed look. The blond just rolled his eyes and removed the offending appendage.

"…screwing for the past year and a half."

"What?" their roommate gaped at them. "You two are dating?"

"Oh, god no," the former Slytherin scoffed. "We have sex. There's a difference. I like Harry well enough, and he's a great shag, but we're just not couple material, too much bad blood between us."

"Yeah," the raven shook his head. "And after that, I don't think I want to have sex with you anymore either."

"Well," the other blond cleared his throat, a bemused expression on his face, "Hermione, I think I've learned more about your roommates than I ever wanted, or you ever intended. God, he's worse than Duo."

"Duo?" Draco's brow furrowed into a frown. "Maxwell?"

"You know him?"

"He came by the shop where I work yesterday," the former Slytherin shook his head. "He was hot, had a hotter bike."

"The sex machine you were drooling over when I called?" Harry asked incredulously.

"One and the same, I'm sure, unless there's two Duo Maxwell's running around L2."

"Oh, don't even imply that," Quatre interjected. "There's only room for one Shinigami in this world. And on that note, I need to go to work. How about I give you a ride, Mione? Maybe I can pick you up for lunch, that is if Sagittarius will let you leave."

"That sounds great," she beamed and leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. "Let me go get my bag."

"I'll meet you out at the car," he nodded as she darted back down the hall, before he turned his attention to the two males. "Oh, and Harry, I'd watch your step around Capricorn. Remember that he holds your career in his hand, and after last night's performance, he's not impressed."

Harry's face drained of color as the blond took his leave. If his new partner saw him piss ass drunk, he was so screwed.

Ammie: So there it is. Quatre now knows about magic, or at least that Hermione has it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I'm now moving on to the next fic in my long list of ones to update. Anyway, please let me know what you think.