A/N: You didn't really think I'd forgotten about the random, rather incomprehensible, bouts of promiscuity, did you?

Chapter 10

Ebony spent the next day in the Library looking for anything that might help her find Draco.

Despite what Dumbledore had said, she knew what she had seen and Professor Trelawney had said it herself at Christmas Dinner; Ebony looked like someone who had Seen. And every time she closed her eyes, she kept Seeing; seeing Draco tortured and tortured again by this rat of a man apparently called Wormtail who liked nothing but to hear the younger Malfoy scream. So she had taken enough Pepper Up Potion to stay awake for at least 60 hours and taken to the library, leafing through tome after tome. Scrolling Spells...Summoning Chants...Wilful Apparition...Homing Hippogriffs...anything. But some took weeks of set up, others were too complicated and some the information incomplete and carried warnings of death.

Her notes were illegible and moral low when she snuck back into the library after Madam Pince had kicked her out. She reasoned that she couldn't sleep anyway and that the answer must be somewhere. She delved deeper into the Restricted Section, listening out for Mr and Mrs Norris, the duo always out to ruin students' lives. So far her best bet was this Wilful Apparition. Except it had a 95% chance of Splinching and a 35% chance of Death, 5% chanceof Time Travel with no way back and a 2% chance of Apparating into Limbo, and therefore classed as highly dangerous.

There was this one book that they all kept referencing that might hold the key to her problems: Am C. Aar's Where There is A Will, There is A Gerard Way. Ebony was in the midst of her quest for it when she heard the telltale meow of Mrs Norris. Quickly extinguishing the lantern, she moved further away, deeper into the depths of the Library where the Restricted Section re-joined the General sections.

If it wasn't for the hand that covered her mouth, she would have screamed the library down. Ebony had just backed into somebody, and in what little moonlight that streamed in, she could barely make out what was in front of her.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said once they were once again in silence, no meow or shuffle from Mr Norris to be heard. "So you have to promise not to scream once I let go, okay?"

Ebony had heard his voice before. He was most definitely a student. She nodded and he let go off her mouth. "Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter. All you need to know is that I understand what you're going through. I believe you – about Draco. I know he didn't just leave, that he's in danger and that you are going to spend every waking moment to get him back."

"How would you know all of this?"

"Do you often ask questions that don't matter?"

"So what is question that does matter?"

"If your boyfriend isn't around to hear you moan, does it count as cheating?"

"What are you doing?" she asked as a hand snaked down her neck, resting on her breasts. But she didn't move, letting out a shuddered breath as the hand squeezed it roughly. His voice was a low hot rumble on her ear.

"Keeping you company. I need it, you need it."

He pushed her forward, and she held her hands out to stop herself from falling face first onto the table; despite her mind screaming to think of Draco, or because of this, she felt a thrill of excitement at the roughness, and the feel of the stranger's grinding his erection into her back.

"We shouldn't do this," Ebony moaned as he kissed her neck urgently, his hands pushing up her top and bra, her nipples hardening at the chill they were exposed to, and adding to her arousal as rough hands flicked, squeezed and pulled at them. "Draco-"

"-will understand," the stranger finished, his hands travelling down the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down in swift, practised motions. "This is exactly what he would do if you were to disappear, is it not?" Ebony gasped as his fingers found their target. "Fuck the nearest thing that moves because he knows he can and you love him enough to forgive him."

"I'm not like him..."

But her wetness and her moans gave her away, and she did not move when he pushed her further forward onto the table, leaving her exposed and ready for him. Instead she parted her legs and pushed back onto him as she felt him at her entrance, loving every moment she allowed this stranger to pound into her, his tightening grip on her thighs threatening to leave marks and the sound of flesh against flesh threatening to have Mr and Mrs Norris come running back. This satisfaction of the flesh, this meaningless endeavour, could allow her to momentarily forget that her boyfriend's life was in danger because of her. All she knew was that she was going to cum and from the quickening, deepening pace of the stranger, he was close.

As he leant against her, finally spent, his breathing heavy, he placed a single kiss on the small of her neck.

"You and Draco are meant for each other."