Chapter 4: Cheaters Gonna Cheat

The engagement was turning out to be a long one, but Hermione didn't mind. As long as she and Draco were married before the baby was born, everything would be fine.

In the meantime, Hermione busied herself by accepting a post as the Professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. She tried to be a good teacher, as well as a good mother to her kids (now in 5th and 3rd year). She resolved to not stay too involved in Rose's or Hugo's affiars, which they appreciated.

Meanwhile, Hermione began to work closely with Quidditch Coach Cormac McLaggen. He served as a faculty mentor for all the House Quidditch teams and their Captains. The pair became close friends, until one day, all of that changed….

One day, Cormac waited nervously in the Restricted Section of the Library for Hermione to meet him. In the distance, he could suddenly make out a head of bushy brown hair coming towards him. Hermione Weasley (soon to be Malfoy). But he didn't care. This was it…

As she neared, Cormac suppressed the last of his nerves and managed a smile. "Hello," Hermione greeted him with a hug that made his insides do one last flip-flop. "It's so good to see you."

"Same," Cormac said almost breathlessly. He could not take his eyes off her. She was so lovely, especially in that Gryffindor uniform with the skirt.

"It's a beautiful day. I'm glad you were able to meet me."

"Yes," Cormac replied and a sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through him. He put his arms around her, pulling her close; one hand reached for her cheek. Hermione was startled, but her question of "What are you doing?" contained more curiosity than anxiety.

"I can't take it anymore." Cormac hissed and gripping her by the back of the neck, he kissed her passionately.

"Mmm!" Hermione groaned in surprise. As Cormac kissed her, she naturally struggled against it, using her hands to push against his torso.

"No," she said, disengaging herself from his lips. "Cormac, I'm engaged to be married. I'm marrying Draco. I love Draco." But there was something odd in her protestation, almost as if she were trying to convince herself but couldn't. She said it almost sadly, as if she were reluctant to refuse. There was something in her eyes as well, barely perceptible, Cormac noted. Something dark…was it…lust? Encouraged by this, Cormac smiled.

"Did you like that?" he asked before kissing her again. Hermione moaned in protest once more, now thrashing her head from side to side to break the lip-lock.

"No, please!" she implored. "I don't want this!" But Cormac was already on her once more. "No…No!" Her refusal was only slightly muffled now by Cormac's mouth so as to be intelligible. Her arms pushed against him desperately now, but with Cormac's one hand at her waist and the other gripping the back of her head, she could not move. She jerked away yet again, even as Cormac continued to plant kisses along her face. "No, this isn't right." she concluded. That was all she could say before Cormac was on the attack again, his mouth finding his way back to, and consuming, hers.

Cormac had her in a vice-like grip now. It was not painful, just strong and firm. Hermione continued to struggle, though she could no longer free her lips from his, much less her body.

"Mmmm….Mmm! Mm-hmm! Hmm!" she groaned, as Cormac made his move. His hand shifted down from Hermione's waist to stroke her bum. Hermione's pushing and obscured cries reached a fever pitch, a panic at this touch. She pushed at his head, his face now, anything to make him release her. What is he doing? Hermione thought wildly. Why is he touching me -?

Suddenly, she felt her leg hitch up and around Cormac's waist. Oddly, there was no resistance here; it was almost involuntary.

And in that moment, everything changed. It was like someone had flipped a switch in Hermione's brain. She suddenly liked this, this side of Cormac and what he was making her body do. She thought that she was something of an expert on magic, but this was an entirely new kind.

"Mmm?….Mmmmmmm…" she hummed, her muffled cries turning in sighs of pleasure. Her arm, which had moments before been fighting Cormac, now snaked at the elbow around his neck. Her hands played with his hair. Cormac held her ever closer, his arms across her back.

And then she kissed him back. They were snogging desperately. Triumphant, Cormac began to dip her backwards. Hermione's murmurs turned fearful for a moment, as she felt herself go backwards with no balance, but Cormac had her. They landed softly on a table that was there. As they kissed, the pair thrashed along on the seat like a pair of eels. Hermione's hands danced along Cormac's face and draped along his body as he held her, and they rolled around in each other's embrace. Cormac stroked Hermione's cheek as he feasted upon her puffy, full mouth. Cormac finally let up on her lips and kissed her face. Hermione sighed, her eyes half-closed out of pleasure as he ravished her. Another peck on the lips, and then he stopped to lovingly brush the hair out of her face. Both were breathing heavily, panting. Staring at each other, they chuckled and shared another, far more chaste kiss. Hermione was his now.

Later that afternoon found Cormac and Hermione in the Quidditch locker room, having wild sex in one of the glass showers. Cormac kissed Hermione's neck, her shoulders, all over her naked body from behind her as she leaned and writhed with pleasure against him. They kissed some more, gorging on each other's mouths like it was the only sustenance on Earth. Hermione giggled against the handsome Quidditch coach happily. Cormac suddenly broke away and knelt before her at her feet.

"Uh…Uhhhhh…." Hermione groaned and gasped as Cormac's mouth tasted her womanhood. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she pressed against the glass pane for support, her breath coming in rough spurts through her nose, misting against the glass….

As it would turn out, however, someone had seen Hermione and Cormac making love together, and reported it to the faculty. Aware of Hermione's engagement to Draco, the faculty passed word to the young Malfoy. Enraged, Draco broke off his engagement with Hermione. A few days later, old sympathizers of Voldemort killed him.

Hermione was in agony. Now, she at least knew how Ron felt when he had cheated on her – both in the act of doing so and in the aftermath. Worse, though, she was still pregnant with Draco's child, who would now never know his father. Angry at how she had been used, she resigned in disgrace from Hogwarts and terminated her relationship with Cormac.

A few months later, Hermione met with her ex-brother-in-law, Harry Potter, for coffee. She was now very far in her pregnancy and quite large.

The media had mercilessly criticized her for her sexual deviances, and she had barely kept her job at the Ministry, which she had balanced along with her teaching position at Hogwarts.

Thankfully, Hermione still had her Weasley relatives as protection. She had thought it so sweet when Ron had charged into the media fray, ready to defend his ex-wife and an unborn baby that wasn't even his. And, there were other defenders as well, as she would soon learn….

"Hugo wrote me," Harry told her. "He said he overheard some Slytherins saying awful things about you: calling you a slut and bullcrap like that. Ended up dueling and then fist fighting the blokes until he got himself suspended from the Qudditch team for a month."

"You have his letter?" Hermione asked.

"You wouldn't want to see it, 'Mione. Though I would have loved to have seen Hugo kick the living shit out of Blaise Zabini's loser of a son!"

They both laughed.

"Believe me, I know from experience: there is no greater cause then to stand up for your parents. Hugo defending his mother's honor should outweigh any punishment she might give him, wouldn't you agree?" Harry's use of the third person was deliberate, as he now eyed Hermione pointedly. She laughed.

"Honestly, you are no worse than Ron! You both thought it was your job to protect me at Hogwarts and that that alone justified you in getting no punishment at all. Hugo will have some form of retribution, to be sure, but I'll keep it light. What did Ron say?"

"Besides repeating the phrase 'That's my boy' over and over again? Nothing," Harry grinned. Hermione shook her head with a smile.

"Tell him thank you, also. For standing up for me,"

"Sure," Harry nodded as he stood to leave. Turning back, he added, "You know, Ron really misses you. He still loves you, Hermione, though I think he has come to accept that there may be no fixing things between you, at least not totally. I admit, he did seemed oddly relieved when he heard Draco got killed."

Ordinarily, this last comment would have enraged Hermione, but instead she nodded. "He's always had a jealously problem when it comes to me and other guys. Tell him, I love him too…. just, in a different way."

Harry nodded.