Title: Dirty Little Secrets.
Chapter: Nasty Naughty Boy.
Author's Note: NEW ENDING. Thanks so much again for the reviews and favourites and alerts and all of that :) I love you guys, really, I do. And the first bit does have some kind of meaning, just in future chapters, I guess. And I honestly didn't know all of what was going to happen until I wrote it :D.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. I am not JK Rowling and I am not making any money off this Fanfiction. It is only being made for my personal enjoyment and the personal enjoyment of those reading it. I also do not own the song 'Dirty Little Secret' by the All American Rejects, or the song 'Nasty Naughty Boy' by Christina Aguilera. I am simply using the titles as chapter titles.
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Quietly Fred tiptoed out of his bedroom – around 11 o'clock in the morning – the day after his birthday. He crept into the kitchen, but straightened up when he saw that George and Verity were already awake. He nodded at them, yawning, and put some bread in the toaster.
"Late night?" George asked, suppressing a chuckle.
"Very late." Fred replied, his smile in his voice. He got down a glass and poured himself some orange juice.
"Have a good birthday, then?" Verity asked and George glared at her, in turn she just giggled, awaiting the answer. Fred smirked.
"I enjoyed it." He said, taking his toast and juice, putting them on a tray, "All three times we celebrated." He added, walking out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom, away from the disgusted groan that George let out.
Fred was still chuckling a little bit when he entered their room. He didn't turn on the light, and he moved slowly to their bed, sitting beside Hermione. He took a piece of toast and held it above her nose. In a matter of seconds she was yawning, her eyes opening.
"Good morning." He said. "I know, clichéd. Food after sex." He grinned as she took the toast. "But I figured you'd need some energy, since I tired you out last night."
Hermione hit him lightly on the arm.
"You're so horrible." She murmured, taking a small bite of her toast.
"Well, I thought I was - "
"NOT like that." She said quickly, hitting him again when he laughed at her. He shook his head slowly, taking a piece of toast.
"So, what are we doing today?" Fred asked.
"Well, I don't know what you're doing today, but I'm working. In an hour, actually. So I'm gunna go get cleaned up." She said, taking a sip of his drink and then standing up, stretching. Fred grinned.
"Can I join you?"
Hermione laughed. "I think you got enough last night." She murmured, he faked a hurt expression.
"Ouch." He smirked. "That was actually a good comeback Granger. You're learning." He said.
"Oh? And who's teaching me? Obviously not you." She kissed him on the cheek and then went into their bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Fred rolled his eyes and shook his head; Hermione was definitely less… high-strung these days.
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Hermione was stalking the shelves full of Skiving Snackboxes when the bell on the door sounded. She glanced over to the front desk; Verity wasn't there, she must have been in the back getting some more products. Hermione sighed and walked over to the counter. She was organizing it when she heard the sound of shuffling feet.
"May I help you?" Hermione asked, finally looking up. Her breath caught. The person standing in front of her was absolutely the last person she thought it would be. The boy standing in front of her let out a snort of laughter.
"Granger? What the hell are you doing here?" He laughed.
"I'm working, Malfoy. Something that you, apparently, don't know how to do." She rolled her eyes.
"You're working? Here? In this ruddy old shack?"
"It isn't a shack." She said indignantly, walking back over to the shelves because she figured he didn't really need anything.
"It's run by the Weasel twins, how nice could it be?" He sneered. She just glared at him and continued stocking the shelves.
"Did you want something, or are you just here to bother me?" She asked with a sigh.
"I didn't even know you worked here." He said, leaning against the shelves beside her. "I thought you'd be working at the Ministry with Potter and Weasley." Hermione groaned.
"What do you need, Malfoy?" He ignored her.
"Honestly. Did you fail your NEWTS or something? Is this the only job you could get?"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione said angrily, turning to look at him. "I got perfect on every single one of my NEWTS, I could have gotten a job at the Ministry, but I chose not to. This job is way more fun than doing some stupid paper-work filled career."
"Oh my god." He mumbled, his face brightening as he seemed to realize something.
"What." She said, grumbling as she continued putting up more Skiving Snackboxes.
"You're sleeping with one of them." He snorted. Hermione dropped a box, almost choking.
"Malfoy. Did you need something?" She said sternly, closing her eyes.
"You are!" It sounded like he was going to do a happy dance.
"No, I'm not."
"Which one?" He asked, ignoring her.
"You're still a prat, Malfoy." She sighed, walking back to the counter. "I am not, now please, buy something or get out." And as if the world were completely against her, Fred came down the stairs, a grin on his face. He'd obviously not seen Draco. He put his hand on the small of her back, she bit her lip, and then he looked up.
As recognition dawned on his face he removed his hand, coughing slightly. "Can we help you?" He asked.
Malfoy smirked widely. "No, I think I have all I need." He said, looking around. He waved, grinning, and walked out of the store.
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"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT." Hermione said, walking back and forth across their living room after closing the store at 6.
"Hermione, what is the big deal?" Fred said, attempting to stop her from walking, she just shook him off and flopped down onto the couch.
"What's the big deal? What's the big deal?" She said, her voice hitting a hysterical tone.
Fred rolled his eyes, sitting beside her. "Seriously. I don't understand why you're so upset"
"You came down at the end of it, Fred. He knows. He knows about us," She said.
"How does he know that?"
"He guessed. I don't know." She said, her hands covering her face. "He guessed that I was sleeping with you. That's why he was absolutely beaming when he left." She groaned.
"Well, that's all he thinks?" Fred asked, Hermione just looked at him. "I mean, he thinks we're just sleeping together, he doesn't know that we're in a relationship."
"Honestly, Fred. He knows me well enough to know that I'm not the kind of person just to sleep with someone without some kind of commitment."
Fred sighed. "Fine. I guess the only way to make sure he doesn't say anything is to go and talk to him, Hermione. Do you intend to do that?" He asked. Hermione tightened her jaw,
"Fine. I will. I'll be back within an hour." She said, Fred went to say something, but she'd already apparated to the Ministry of Magic – Department of Mysteries. She walked straight up to his secretary's desk.
"I need to speak with Draco Malfoy." She said, looking at the secretary seriously.
"I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now, and he should be done-"
"Now. Please. Interrupt it." Hermione interrupted. The secretary looked at her like she was crazy.
"He told me not to, he said it was quite urgent and not to let anyone…" Hermione didn't hear the rest, for she just pushed past the girl and walked into his office.
But of course his meeting was with a woman… on a chair… naked. It didn't even surprise her.
"Excuse me, but I need to talk to… Mr. Malfoy." Hermione said, choking out the 'Mr.' Part. Draco looked at her in horror, the girl sighed and maneuvered her way out of Draco's grip, glaring at Hermione before she walked into Draco's office bathroom.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here, Granger?" He asked, throwing on his boxers while she averted her gaze from his body.
"I need to talk to you. But before I do, you need to kick her out." Hermione said, and, as if on cue, the girl walked out of the bathroom, fully dress, and left the office – the slamming door. Hermione sat down at Draco's desk, waiting for him to sit across from her. But he didn't, he sat beside her.
"I do hope you're happy, Mudblood. That was one of the best fu-"
"I honestly don't need details, Malfoy." Hermione said, cutting him off before he could go on about how amazing the girl she'd kicked out had been.
"Then what do you need, Granger. Because I don't think you came here just to interrupt one of the most amazing-"
"Honestly Malfoy!" She said, cutting him off once more. "I came because I have to talk to you."
He snorted. "Since when have you ever needed to talk to me?" He asked.
"Since you decided to be observant."
She waited as realization dawned on his face, and he smirked. "Oh, is this about you whoring around with the Weasley boy?"
"It isn't 'whoring around', Malfoy." She said, and then reluctantly added, "We've been in a relationship for over a year."
He raised his eyebrows. "So then what did you want, Granger?"
"You cannot tell Ron about this. You can't tell anyone." Hermione said, deciding that it would be best for him to not tell a soul, not even someone who already knew.
"Oh, so that's it. You just came to tell me that I have to keep my mouth shut." He stated. "But see, I was already planning on doing that, Granger. Now I can make it fun."
"Fun?" She asked, turning her head to look fully at him in confusion. Malfoy saying the word 'fun' could be quite a scary thing, especially since she knew what he liked.
"Well yes, of course, Granger. You'd think I'd let you go without having a little fun with you?" He asked. Hermione shook her head.
"Honestly, Malfoy. Go get you're whore, I'm going." She said, but she didn't stand quite yet, for Draco's hand was now resting on her thigh.
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"It's your turn." Harry said, handing Ron a stack of papers. Ron groaned.
"I thought that it was your turn. Didn't I do it last time?" He asked, putting the papers onto Harry's desk.
"No, because I remember as I was walking out he cursed me. It's definitely your turn." Harry picked up the papers and put them into Ron's arms once more. "He wont kill you, Malfoy knows that'll get him fired. Just go down there and give them to him." He said, shaking his head at Ron.
"Fine." Ron muttered, walking out of the office and to the elevator.
It was filled with people, as usual, and Ron made his way to the back.
"Which floor?" Someone asked.
"Department of Mysteries." Ron replied in a tired voice. He didn't know why they had to take files to the Department of Mysteries; they were in business for Merlin's sake. But no, they had to, which meant they had to encounter Malfoy.
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Hermione let out a breath. "Malfoy, don't be an idiot." She said, but she couldn't move; if she did his hand might just go higher.
"Come on, Granger." Draco murmured, licking his lips. Hermione chocked back a laugh, shaking her head. "It'll be far greater than it ever was with Weasley."
This time Hermione let out a snort of amusement, "I seriously doubt that." She said. Malfoy smirked at her.
"There's only one way to find out." He breathed, leaning in closer to her.
"Honestly, Malfoy. I really don't want to."
"Oh, but it'll be fun." He said, leaning in and breathing into her ear.
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"Yes, Mr. Malfoy is finished with his meeting. You can just walk right in, Mr. Weasley." Draco's secretary said, waving him in the direction toward his door. Ron nodded and walked over, using one hand to balance the files and one to open the door. It opened slowly, quietly, and only a tiny bit. He saw the two figures at Draco's desk.
Draco was in his underwear, and he was leaning in close to Hermione, smirking, and she was grinned; his had was on her thigh, and he looked as though he was about to kiss her.
Ron almost dropped the pile; he closed the door and put them on Draco's secretary's desk. "Meeting is still in session, apparently. Just tell him I came by." He muttered, and then practically sprinted back to his office.
"Ron, what's the matter?" Harry asked after Ron came back, slamming the door.
"It's Hermione. She's… fucking Malfoy."
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A/N: Uhm, yeah, new ending. I know, I'm horrible. I haven't updated in forever, and I'm SO SORRY about that. I honestly tried to, but it was just too hard. Uhm, so yeah. I decided to leave with a kind of cliffhanger. And I'll wake up early and attempt to write the next chapter all in one day to catch up, I wouldn't expect it though. Sorry again, guys. Please review :)
