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Hermione woke in excruciating pain not only from cramps but it seemed she also had a splitting headache. She groaned loudly and covered her head with the pillow as she rolled over onto her stomach and pulled her knees up to help stretch her aching back. She groaned some more and swore under her breath, "fuck."
"Morning Granger," said Draco happily.
Her only response was another groan, causing him to laugh.
The noise woke Harry and he groaned as he sat up and stretched, "My back is killing me. This floor is not comfortable." He turned to the bed to see Hermione stretching and quickly turned away when he saw a flash of skin. He cleared his throat and asked, "How are you feeling Hermione?"
"Awful," she groaned, causing Harry to chuckle.
At his laugh she turned her head and scrunched up her face in confusion, "Harry, why are you on the floor?"
Harry blushed and shrugged, looking away.
Draco snorted and said, "Maybe because the first thing you did when we got upstairs was strip and get into bed. Potter here is too chivalrous for his own good."
Hermione looked horrified and sat up quickly, groaning when her head pounded. She looked down and saw that she was wearing the black tank top from last night, she then lifted the covers and squeaked when she saw she was wearing nothing but her knickers.
Draco laughed and said, "Nice knickers by the way."
In response Hermione threw the pillow at his head, making Harry laugh.
"I'm so sorry Harry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," blushed Hermione.
Harry waved her off and said, "It's fine Hermione. I just didn't think you'd appreciate waking up in bed with me when you were dressed like that."
Hermione frowned at him, but said nothing.
Confused he looked to Draco, who simply rolled his eyes at how dense Harry was.
Hermione groaned again and Harry asked, "Are you OK?"
"God, no. My head is pounding and to top it off I still have killer cramps. Can you just knock me out and wake me up again tomorrow?"
Harry looked at her concerned, she was curled up in the fetal position facing him, "Is there something I can get you?"
She scrunched up her face in pain before she asked hopefully, "Would you? Your Aunt put a bunch of stuff for me in the drawer in the bathroom. I just need some pain medicine and some water."
Harry nodded and stood, giving Hermione a very close view of his naked chest and his boxers. She blushed fiercely when she saw the trail of hair leading down his abdomen, but Harry didn't seem to notice as he left the room in search of what she asked for.
"Somebody's got the hots for Potter," teased Draco.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" replied Hermione, horrified that she was caught checking Harry out by Draco of all people.
"Testy, testy," he snickered, as he sat on the bed next to her, "Roll over and I'll message your back."
She glared at him but willingly rolled over and lowered the covers so he could access her back. He pushed her tank top up further so he could touch her bare skin and Hermione moaned when he started messaging her. "So Granger, this is the second time I've seen you in lace knickers. I never took you for a lace girl."
"You're such a pervert Malfoy," replied Hermione, but there was no venom in her words and she didn't even attempt to move away from him.
He laughed and replied, "Yeah, well it's been a few weeks since I last got some, so…"
"Is that all you guys think about?"
"Sex? Yeah, pretty much."
"I don't get it," said Hermione quietly.
At this point Harry walked back in but stopped in his tracks when he saw Draco on the bed with his hands on Hermione. His eyes flashed dangerously but Draco ignored him and replied to Hermione, "That's cause you're still a virgin, Granger."
Hermione scoffed and said, "How do you know I'm a virgin, maybe I'm not."
Draco chuckled and replied, "It's just a hunch, Granger, but there's nothing wrong with being a virgin." Then he leaned down closer to her ear and said huskily, "In fact, I find it particularly sexy. Makes me want to corrupt you."
Harry's eyed widened and he cleared his throat as he moved to the bed and held the cup out for Hermione. She was blushing like crazy when she sat up to take the medicine Harry handed her. He tried to ignore her exposed abdomen and her very sexy knickers… holy shit she was wearing red lace knickers. Merlin's pants did she have to torture him?
She finished taking her medicine and plopped back down on the bed, "Thank you Harry."
Draco cleared his throat and Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Thank you Draco."
"So what's the plan for today?" asked Harry, as he pulled clean clothes out of his dresser.
Hermione thought for a minute before she started firing off all the things they needed to do, "Well, my parents are picking us up this afternoon, so we need to pack everything up. We also need to either meet with Mrs. Malfoy or set something up to meet with her tomorrow. Although, tomorrow we're going to need to go shopping for the trip, since we leave in less than a week. And we're going to have to contact the travel agent to add all of you to the trip. And we'll need to figure out with Remus how things went with Dumbledore and we need to get our hands on some books to search for spells and rituals that might help protect all of us. And we'll…"
"Bloody Hell, alright already! I get it, we have a lot to do," whined Draco not wanting to hear anymore.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him but didn't bother continuing on.
"Right. Lots to do. Got it," replied Harry trying to break the tension. "I'm going to take a quick shower, unless you want to go first Hermione?"
"No, you go ahead Harry, I'm going to stay in bed a little longer to give the pain meds a chance to kick in," replied Hermione, putting her head back down on the pillow.
Harry hesitated, unsure if he wanted to leave her now. He kept telling himself that it was because he didn't like that she was in pain but he really just didn't want to leave Draco alone with her for that long. What if Malfoy touched her again…and what if she liked it…what if he kissed her?
"Are you going to stand there all day, Potter, or are you going to actually take a shower?" sneered Malfoy.
Harry shook his head and gave Draco the middle finger before he quickly left the room. Why the fuck was he so worried about Hermione and Malfoy? It was laughable really…
"I don't think Potter wanted to leave you alone with me," smirked Draco.
"What? Why do you say that?" asked Hermione, looking at him curiously.
"I think he's worried we're going to do something while he's gone."
Hermione snorted and said, "In your dreams, Malfoy."
"You certainly didn't seem to mind when I had my hands all over you a few minutes ago, " replied Draco huskily, as he moved to sit on the bed with her.
"That was a message!" squeaked Hermione.
"Hmm. So you wouldn't like it if I kissed you?" he asked as he put his arms on either side of her and leaned closer.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she asked, "Wh…What are you doing?"
Draco raised his eyebrows at her as he leaned further down so his face was just inches from hers. He watched as she gulped then licked her lips before he gave her a Cheshire grin and suddenly pulled the pillow out from under her head, laughing as she spluttered indignantly, "Malfoy!"
He took the pillow and threw it on top of the one he already had on the floor, then he proceeded to lie down, putting his hands behind his head, grinning widely.
Hermione huffed indignantly and got up out of bed, storming over to the corner where her bag was. She angrily tossed stuff around inside it, cursing Malfoy under her breath until she had everything she needed and then turned to leave the room. She stopped short when she saw the way Malfoy was eyeing her and gulped.
"Don't mind me," he said sexily, "I'm just enjoying the show."
"What?" she replied, completely confused.
He made an exaggerated glance down her body, checking her out and she realized she was standing there in just her tank top and knickers! Her first instinct was to run away and hide in embarrassment but just as quickly that past and was replaced with anger. So she leaned down and grabbed Harry's pillow and decided to whack him with it repeatedly as she yelled at him.
"MALFOY!" whack "YOU!" whack "ARE" whack "SUCH" whack "AN" whack "ASSHOLE!" whack whack whack…
Suddenly Harry burst into the room, dripping in water and panting, "Hermione? What's wrong?" His eyes widened when he saw Hermione standing there in her tank top and knickers.
"He's an asshole, Harry! That's what's wrong! A complete and total prat!" she yelled, waving in Malfoy's direction.
Meanwhile, Draco sat up and wagged his finger at her, "Temper, Temper, Granger."
"Why you bastard!" snapped Hermione, whacking him with the pillow again. She continued to attack him until Harry wrestled the pillow away from her.
"Geez Hermione, what did he do?" asked Harry, slightly breathless from struggling with her.
She spluttered for a minute before she gave them both the evil eye, grabbed her stuff and stormed out of the room, slamming the door. A second later they heard the bathroom door slam shut.
Harry stared at the door for several moments in shock. What the hell? He turned to Draco and asked,"What the hell did you do, Malfoy?"
Draco chuckled then replied, "Nothing at all."
When Harry crossed his arms, clearly not believing him, Draco elaborated, "Apparently, Granger felt I should have told her she was standing there in her knickers giving me quite the show when she was searching for her things."
Harry glared at Draco before moving closer and whacking him really hard in the head with the pillow, "She's right, you are an asshole."
"Ouch!" whined Draco, rubbing his head.
…
It was over an hour later when Hermione returned to an empty bedroom. Confused, she proceeded downstairs to find the boys. The house appeared to be completely empty but as she entered the kitchen she saw the boys in the backyard with Remus. She grabbed a piece of fruit off the spotless counter and headed outside to join them.
"Morning Professor Lupin," she said cheerily as she sat down.
"Good Morning Hermione, and please I'm not your professor any longer, you can call me Remus."
Hermione smiled indulgently then asked, "How did things go with Professor Dumbledore?"
"Very well, I was just filling Harry and Draco in now. I explained to him that I was worried about Harry's reckless behavior and I wanted to spend some time with him alone in the muggle world before he went back to school."
"And he agreed?"
"He did. He seems to realize he didn't make the wisest choices last year when it came to Harry and feels largely responsible for what happened." Remus stopped and looked at Harry before he hesitantly added, "He also said you deserved to have some fun after what he told you…but he wouldn't elaborate further. Do you know what he's talking about Harry?"
Harry looked away and was silent for so long that it seemed as though he wasn't going to respond but he eventually said, "Yeah, I know what he's talking about. And he should feel bad."
"Harry!" gasped Hermione appalled.
Harry's eyes flashed dangerously at her and she asked, "Harry, Did something happen when you talked with Professor Dumbledore after…?"
"After my Godfather was murdered?" snapped Harry angrily.
"Harry," chastised Remus, surprised Harry was lashing out at Hermione of all people.
Harry crossed his arms and glared at all of them, "Look, I'm not going to talk about it. But Dumbledore deserves to feel bad. He knows it and so do I. End of story."
The air was thick with tension and finally Draco couldn't take it anymore, "So, how are we going to get my mother?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at his selfishness but Remus replied, "Ask her to meet you in Diagon Alley for lunch. One of us will stay with you under the cloak and the other two will stay nearby just in case."
Draco snorted and said, "That's it? That's your grand master plan?"
"It's perfect. Surely your Mother won't be suspected of anything for leaving to have lunch in Diagon Alley," replied Hermione.
"And how exactly am I supposed to explain anything to her when we are surrounded by people and being watched?" sneered Draco, unwilling to admit it might work.
"I'll show you, it's really quite simple," smirked Remus, pulling his wand out. "Draco, go over by the back door for a minute. When Draco reluctantly did so, Remus cast a spell, "Muffliato," and motioned for Draco to walk back towards them. He then began talking to Harry and Hermione, "That spell will cause a very annoying buzzing noise so anyone nearby will only hear that. Draco can you hear me?"
The three of them looked at Draco who was now just a foot away from them to see he was frowning in confusion.
Remus grinned broadly and said, "Finite," before he asked, "Draco, did you hear anything I just said to you?"
Draco shook his head and said, "No, I just heard this weird buzzing noise until a second ago."
"Wicked," said Harry grinning.
Hermione bit her lip and asked, "Could you show us how to do the spell, Professor?"
"Of course, Hermione, but let's wait until after we figure out what Draco is going to tell his mother," replied Remus, smiling at her.
She blushed and nodded, making Harry smile.
"I don't need help figuring out what to say. I'm not going to come right out and say it, I am a Slytherin." snapped Draco.
"I want to be under the cloak then. I'll stay with him. We can go get an ice cream and Harry, you and Professor Lupin can sit a few tables away from us. It will look completely normal and will reinforce what he just told Professor Dumbledore."
"Granger, for the love of Merlin, we're not in school, stop calling everyone Professor," snapped Draco.
Hermione glared at Draco but refrained from snapping back at him.
"So it's settled then. Mr. Malfoy just needs to ask his mother to meet him. Will an owl be able to get through the wards at your house?" asked Lupin.
Draco shook his head and said, "No, I don't think so. It would be best to floo call her."
"There's no floo here," added Harry.
"And there isn't one at my place either," finished Hermione.
Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance and muttered under his breath, then suddenly turned to them smiling.
"Do I even want to know?" asked Harry.
"Trixie!" said Draco loudly, resulting in a house elf standing before all of them.
"Yessus Master Malfoy," said the elf bowing to the ground.
"Trixie, I need you to ask my mother to meet me for ice cream in Diagon Alley in one hour." ordered Draco.
"Yessus Master." replied the elf obediently.
Draco's tone was hard and his eyes were cold as he continued, "Do not tell her anything else. Do not tell her where I am, who I am with, and what I was doing when I called you. Do you understand? I forbid you from telling her or anyone else anything other than I want to meet my mother for ice cream in one hour."
"Yessus Master." replied the elf, eyes wide.
"Good. Now go." demanded Draco.
The elf was gone with a crack and Draco was somewhat proud of himself for finding a solution to their problem. He had a slight smirk on his face when he turned to Hermione, Harry and Lupin; however, it faded quickly when he saw how angry Hermione was.
"I'm going to go get washed up since we have to leave soon," said Harry quickly retreating into the house followed by Lupin who didn't even bother making an excuse.
"Hermione is going to kill him," said Harry as they closed the back door.
"Yes, I imagine she just might do that. Does Mr. Malfoy not know of her plight to save house elves? What is it called again?"
"S.P.E.W. and no I don't think he does," snorted Harry.
"SPEW?" asked Lupin incredulously?
Harry laughed and shook his head as he turned to head upstairs, his last look outside showing him that Hermione was clearly quite angry, waving her hands all around and poking Draco in the chest repeatedly.
