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An Unorthodox Relationship

Chapter Seven

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He put his arm around her tight, he could feel her slipping again. The couch was not a good place for both of them to sleep. After fooling around a little they had fallen asleep, well Hermione had, he was just resting, and thinking.

It was a little strange this position he had found himself in. Not that he minded, but it was a little odd. A week ago he was all alone, and now he was pretty sure he had a girlfriend. Well, they had spent every night together since they met last Saturday night. And what was really blowing his mind, was that they talked as well, it wasn't only physical. Sure it was fairly physical, but they talked about anything and everything. He could tell she really wasn't into it when he started prattling on about Quidditch, but he had other friends to talk about Quidditch too. His favourite look on her face was when she was talking about some thing she had done at work, how the upstairs was coming along, how exciting it was going to be when it opened. Her face lit up, and her eyes shone as she gestured wildly about this and that. It really was when she was most beautiful.

He was also bewildered with how possessive he had become, when he had walked into her shop yesterday, and saw her talking with Wood. He'd been a bit unsure, partly wanting to deck Wood - which was nothing new of course, and fight for her, throw her over his shoulder like a caveman, punching his chest. Mine.

He'd also been a bit insecure in that moment thinking how she must have decided that Wood was more for her. But the way she smiled at him, when she looked at him, washed those doubts away. She didn't want Wood, that much was clear. Who knew how much longer she would want him, but he would stick around as long as she let him.

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He didn't open his eyes when he woke up, his instincts told him someone else was in the room. It wasn't Hermione, she was still fast asleep cuddled up to him. No, there was someone else. So tightening his hold around her waist, he reached down for his wand.

"You wont be needing that."

His eyes shot opened, and met with a very amused red head. Looking around he noticed her husband, sitting in the chair next to hers.

"Potter."

"Flint."

Marcus returned his attention to the red head, women took to him quicker than men. "Potter, or should I call you Ginny?" He said with a charming smile, with a wink for good measure.

"Ginny will be fine," she answered, "Should we wake sleeping beauty?"

Definitely, I need all the help I can get, with this crowd.

Gently rubbing her shoulder, "Hermione?"

"Not now," she mumbled, rolling slightly. "Later."

Shaking her shoulder this time, "Hermione, wake up."

"Later Marcus, I'm not in the mood right now. We'll shag later."

Ginny burst out laughing, while Potter groaned.

Hermiones' eyes blinked open at the noise, she smiled when she saw him, and then also seemed to notice the others.

"Hey guys," she said sheepishly.

"Hi," they said back.

"Pleasant dreams?" Ginny asked.

She blushed the most delightful shade of pink, "They were quite nice."

Ginny giggled, "I bet they were." Potter groaned again, clearly this was not a conversation he wanted to be involved in. "Do you remember we were having dinner tonight?"

"Oh! I totally forgot, today was a really long day. Totally left my mind." She said, smacking her forehead.

"That's all right, we'll just get some takeout from that place on the corner." Looking between Potter and himself, "The boys will go."

"What!" Potter exclaimed.

"Harry!" Ginny warned, "I need to talk to Hermione about something, and you two can do some manly bonding," she finished with a truly evil smirk.

"Fine," he grumbled.

Marcus got up from the couch, kissed Hermione on the top of her head, "Let's go Potter." He knew it would make her happy if he got on with her friends, and if it meant spending twenty minutes alone with Potter than so be it. She was worth it.

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Hermione watched the men leaving, feeling slightly apprehensive. Ginny sat down next to her on the couch, "They will be fine, Harry has learned self control, he wont hex him."

Hermione laughed, "Good."

"You two looked pretty cosy when we came in. All snuggled up together."

She sighed, "It's...well I don't know exactly, it's just been really nice, well nice isn't the right word. Wonderful, really."

"So, it really is serious."

Hermione thought about it, between being mad at Ron, and blackmailing Lavender today, her mind had constantly been on him, seeing him again. Looking at Ginny, she smiled, "It could be."

"Well, I think he feels the same..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he had this really contented little smile on his face while he was sleeping, and when he woke up, he just pulled you closer, and just stayed like that."

She sighed happily, and put her head on Ginnys' shoulder, giggling like a little girl.

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The evening had gone a lot better than Hermione had expected it too.

Ginny and her had got quite the shock when Marcus and Harry walked back into her flat with dinner, laughing their heads off. Turns out they had more in common than they thought, more than just Quidditch it seemed. Marcus had even given them tickets for the game this weekend, it wasn't a real game, more of a pre-season exhibition game. But Hermione was delighted, it didn't matter what sort of game it was, he'd made a really nice gesture, and that was what mattered.

And it certainly didn't hurt that this game was against the Cannons, and they were guests of Marcus. Hermione kind of wished she could see Rons' reaction to that news.

She shocked Marcus by jumping on him, and throwing her arms around him when they left. Luckily there was a wall behind him, otherwise they would have fallen over.

"You really are an incredible man Mr Flint."

He beamed back at her, "Why thank you, and what did I do exactly to make you come to this conclusion?"

"Everything," she said kissing his cheek, "You got along with Harry, you were the bigger man, and I really appreciate it."

Marcus smiled turned into a grin, "And how much do you appreciate it?" He said, starting to walk towards her bedroom, still carrying her.

"A lot..."

"How much is that?"

"Well I believe I mentioned something in my sleep about a shag later, hmmm?"

"Yes you did..."

"Is that enough?"

"Honey, that will be more than enough."

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