A/N: Wha…?! A long(er) chap?!

Disclaimer: I don't own HP OR The Misfits.

Chapter 7- The Forbidden Zone

The Head Girl had been so kind to indulge the Head Boy regarding what had transpired in the girl's lavatory during lunch; something she'd enjoyed far more than she thought she would have! If she would have known Pansy could take Hermione to the edge in a few minutes, she would have pointed her wand at her and escorted her upstairs for spiteful scissoring.

Fuck old Moldy!

This story, and her admitting she should have shagged Pansy sooner, only led Harry to become far too randy, and he'd demanded that Hermione "report to his room".

Upon them reaching the confines of the Head Boy's dorm, he had proceeded to use his skilled hands, and mouth, to help "reenact" a little of what Harry had imagined had while he'd waited in potions; pressing Hermione against his bedroom door, holding her still as his fingers and thumb brought the witch to the brink, only for him kneel and wrap her legs around his head.

He made her cum on his tongue- his mouth used to catching snitches and bitches- before he spun her around, lifted her skirt, and pulled her back onto him.

He'd whispered in her ear,

"You like watching me fuck her, don't you?"

"Yes," she answered. It was just the two of them; she could admit it. She had no insecurities with Harry, and he knew this, and he used this so that she'd admit things to him… naughty things…

"And you like it when he fucks you… and you liked it when she fucked you, and you want them to do it again…"

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, before Harry slapped her arse and commanded,

"Louder!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Presently, sometime just before seven- after they'd showered quickly and gone back to class- Hermione had her books splayed about the floor; something Harry had had time to miss… a little…

However, the sight of the woman in just a t-shirt and knickers as she laid on her stomach, her arse tantalizing him from his spot on the couch, he couldn't help but thank Merlin for books, and Hermione's love for them; and for the fact that Hermione had taken to studying in her underwear since they'd started sleeping together.

That had only been a month ago, the night after they had helped free Draco. Ron had stayed at the Ministry, returning to work after his shift, leaving Hermione and Harry alone. The youngest Weasley man had been doing that a lot lately; leaving them alone together…

At that point, Ron had virtually disappeared, much like he'd continued to do, and had put in long hours at work. He had told Harry it was to keep his mind busy, but he had thrown them to the way-side as the Weasleys grasped the loss of Fred. Ginny hadn't even left the house… she just lay there, and she and Harry hadn't talked in months.

She had told him that she had no interest in a relationship at the time, and it would seem to Harry that she had no interest in anything. He and Hermione had decided to they would see her at school; but when she hadn't shown, the two had decided to leave well enough alone.

At least for now… Hermione had asked McGonagall that morning, if Hermione could succeed in convincing Ginny, if the Weasley witch could return although the semester had started. The Headmistress had agreed, and Hermione and Harry had been thinking of what words to owl the witch all day, in hopes that she would return.

Yes, Harry and Hermione were a "thing". No, that did not mean they wanted to ignore their friends. Quite the opposite actually, though they knew their relationship change would bother their exes once they found out…

"Are you going to do your Ancient Runes homework, or are you going to stare at my arse all night? You would think I would stop caring… but I kind of miss having homework being the most stressful part of my life." Hermione asked, not even caring to look up and back from her book to Harry, who sat, in his boxers, on an armchair by the fire.

The two had showered, as they expected guests, and had decided that getting dressed wasn't that necessary.

"Stressful? To you? Nah… But I think your arse will suffice as far as "homework" goes," Harry responded cheekily. When she did look back at him, he noticed her face set in a small, sad smile, as if she was back in their tent in the woods again…

Harry sighed, and got up from his chair to move to her. She sat up, but only for him to push her back onto her books and parchment, avoiding her ink well, and rested between her legs before he began to kiss her.

Hermione smiled against his kiss, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and pulled him close to her. He smiled back, and said,

"You-" kiss, "-need to-" kiss, "-stop-" kiss, grabs her by the sides of her face and leans back to look in her eyes, "-thinking about that shite!"

The portrait door swung open then, causing the two to look up in surprise at the Slytherins who entered, and then up at the clock, which showed them it was only 6:45. The Gryffindors had taken their dinner, which was at five or so, in their common rooms; something they did often to avoid the awed looks of their younger classmates.

The two didn't bother to jump apart, as McGonagall was presently the only staff member allowed to enter their dorm and she would have floo'd in from her office. She said this would only happen during emergencies, so lounging in their skivvies hadn't seemed like a big deal. Until today, Harry and Hermione had not shared the password with anyone besides Pansy, and by default, Draco.

It was definitely not a problem now that the Slytherins had arrived; the two on the floor not even bothering to get up as the green ties walked in and let the portrait close behind them. Their brows were lifted, and they wore amused smirks, and they stood with their arms crossed, side by side as they came to stand close.

"Getting her ready for me, eh, Potter?" Pansy asked, sounding far too much like her "boyfriend". Harry, who was starting to enjoy the company of the Slytherin man, somehow, responded thus;

"Why yes," he stood, and Hermione went up her elbows with a raised brow as Harry finished, "By all means…" He waved his hand at Hermione as he stepped back, and Pansy snorted and shook her head with a smile on her face.

Both Harry and Hermione liked the genuine look of mirth of the witch's face, but didn't have much time to ponder it as she threw her robes off and moved to take Harry's previously assumed position; lips, tongue, hands… the whole gambit…

The sudden return to being sexually harassed… caused Hermione to smile again, and she responded happily to Pansy's kisses; wrapping her legs around her hips, and using her hand to explore the witch's body through her clothes.

Harry looked to Draco, who hadn't stopped smirking, and said,

"Hey."

"Hey," Draco said with a nod of his head, before the two wizards turned back to the witches; watching with lust filled eyes as Hermione undid Pansy's ponytail and lost her fingers in the long, near black locks.

Pansy's hand dipped down between Hermione's legs, and though Harry couldn't see what was happening, but he was pretty sure he was getting the real reenactment of the "activities" in the girl's loo that morning.

Well, close enough! If not better with the fact that he and Draco were there, and the fact that they were all there alone… of their own sober accord, ready to do this all over again.

Harry didn't have to wonder about the raven-haired witch's activities for long once Hermione gave a groan of pleasure. The Gryffindor put one of her hands down to grab Pansy's wrist, but didn't push her away; instead she seemed to be coaxing her on as the Slytherin's mouth began to work on the moaning witch's neck.

And Hermione, who had not forgotten the way the Slytherin witch had teased her earlier, brought her hands up to pull Pansy's skirt and knickers down to mid-thigh, and she brought her wand hand up, albeit shakily, and began to play with the Slytherin's clit with her fingers.

She'd never touched another woman before, but she wasn't stupid. She could read! Also, she could masturbate, so she began to do what she liked to the other woman. And, before too long, both women were writhing against each other on the floor.

When Harry felt Draco's fingers touch a scar on his shoulder, he almost jumped as he turned to the blonde, somehow forgetting the other man was even there as his cock began to press into the confines of his boxers as he watched the women work each other into a frenzy; too lost in their own world as Pansy suckled Hermione's collar bones, and the curly haired witch threw her head back and closed her eyes as she bit out moans.

When green met silver, Harry felt a rush of blood from his prick to his face; the memories of what Draco "suggested" earlier in potions ringing in his ears as the blonde stepped close. He grabbed Harry's chin between thumb and forefinger, and reached up to remove his glasses -tossing them somewhere; because who gives a fuck, they have magic- and the Gryffindor man tried not look alarmed as Draco inspected his face.

It was like… they hadn't already spent seven years in each other's faces… Shite, Draco was the first Wizarding World child Harry ever met, the Aryan shite-bag, and once the moment on the train happened they'd been at it ever since!

But, Harry remembered doing something very similar to Pansy the night before last; looking at her like he had never been allowed to before. Their walls were down, and Draco was letting Harry inspect him just as much in return, before the Slytherin kissed the Gryffindor; who instinctually brought his hands up to grab his tie to keep him close.

It made Harry wonder if Draco would look as good tied up as his counterpart, all the while realizing that he didn't feel uncomfortable with the kiss at all. In fact, it felt as natural as fighting the blonde; it felt like when they raced side by side on their brooms. As if they were racing resentfully to a similar end that would bring immense satisfaction; neither truly realizing, in their youth, that love and hate had been racing side-by-side for eternity, and it fueled nearly everything on earth.

The two men lost their tongues in each other's mouths- Harry tearing Draco's robes from his shoulders- the blonde reaching up, once Harry was done, to undo his tie; all while kissing each other. Draco threw his tie off and broke the kiss when Harry started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

The Slytherin's silver eyes were almost too intense for the Gryffindor's green to look into; the heat in them far more than Harry would have ever expected for the blonde to hold for him. It drove him, suddenly, fucking mad; forcing his lips to the other man's as he tore the buttons from his shirt and pushed him back into an armchair as Draco threw his shirt from his arms.

Harry straddled him, and it was then that he felt the other man's chest against his, and his erection on his own, and he had to moan loudly as the man below him ground his hips up; causing his stomach to clench and flex. Draco grinned into his mouth as he did it again, and the Gryffindor grinned back as he moaned; noticing that he liked when the Slytherin was happy rather than… well, being the usual Draco.

He also liked to one up the man (the feeling was mutual), so he moved a hand from the blonde hair it was lost in to grab Draco; forcing a loud gasp from the blonde, and for him to instinctually (or purposefully) push into Harry's hand.

"Wait!" Hermione said suddenly, causing the two men to stop and look down at the women on the floor; the two so lost in one another they hadn't noticed the women stop to watch them. "We need to move this somewhere else."

Harry moved from Draco to grab Pansy, but not before giving the other man a small smirk and kiss, and he grabbed the Slytherin witch off of the other, around the waist, and carried her off towards his room; her arse bare and sticking out. Harry smacked it, causing the witch to squeal and wiggle, and he grinned as he held her tighter so as not to drop her.

He moved with ease to the door, opened it wide, and set Pansy down on her feet in the doorway. He reached down and pulled her skirt and knickers off all the way before he slapped her arse, urging her, with a sting of pain, into his room.

Hermione had cast an enlargement spell on the bed, making it suitable for the four to romp on, and the Gryffindor witch had to grin as she and Draco, who had decided to help her up, walked into the room behind the others; her back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He bent low, as he pushed them both forward, to kiss and nip at her shoulder while one of his hands moved up under the soft fabric of her shirt to grab a breast; pinching and pulling at the nipple, causing breathy moans to leave her throat.

She hadn't ever… ever… ever thought about Draco Malfoy in this way. It wasn't until she'd seen him act vulnerable, like a human being- around another human being who wasn't trying to kill him or wasn't his mum- she had to say it softened her heart to him.

At least enough for her to let him push against a post on Harry's bed, drop his pants, and her knickers to her knees, and pushed his hard length into her with one buck of his hips.

(The Forbidden Zone)

Crossing a plain, into another dimension
A million years into the future
Crossing a path into another dimension
We the unseen

Back on Earth it's all you read about
All the evidence destroyed

Maps and legends mark the firewalls
We lost, lost abandoned saviors...
Of the Forbidden Zone