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Anyone could see
The road that they walk on is paved in gold
And it's always summer, they'll never get cold
They'll never get hungry
They'll never get old and gray
You can see their shadows
Wandering off somewhere

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To Love or To Let Go

"Five points from Huffleuff, Wallow," Hermione scolded. "There will be no magic in the hallways." Wallow grumbled, annoyed.

She had been patrolling the school all afternoon and she felt like Filch. She never remembered Aurors doing normal patrolling. They always had top secret business to do. Today, however, was a light day for Hermione. So it was back to walking the halls aimlessly.

"Hermione!" Neville called out to her. He was carrying a pile of books.

"Hi, Neville, need some help?" she asked him, offering her arms.

"No, I'm okay, I was just going to tell you that Malfoy wants to see you," he huffed. The books were way too heavy for him. "He has a free period next, I think, and apparently he has some important business to discuss with you."

"Okay, Neville, thanks. Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"I'm fine." He staggered away.

Hermione looked at her watch. The current class period ended in five minutes. She had just enough time to be down in the dungeons by the time the bell rang. She wondered what business he had with her. Was it something to do with her post or was it one of their personal matters?

So far nobody knew about their romance and rendezvous. Sure, she had been spotted going to and fro his suite, but that appeared natural. Teachers often had to confer about things.

Hermione stopped in the staff bathroom on the way to the dungeons quickly to check her appearance. Luckily, she had meticulously applied makeup and chosen her outfit that morning. She had basic, yet pretty robes on, but underneath, she had a short skirt and skimpy light shirt on with black stilettos on her feet. She normally wore heals for formality during the days, but she never dressed this liberally under her robes. It was a warm day, and Ginny had just sent her this outfit. Ginny always was encouraging Hermione to reenter the dating scene, and to show it, she would send her sexy clothing. She had even sent her an appalling lacy, black piece of lingerie. Hermione had laughed upon receiving it. She had no use for it…well maybe, now she did.

After checking herself out completely, Hermione hurried down to the dungeons, meeting nobody on her way. The bell rang as she made her way down the hall, attempting to appear casual and indifferent. She waited next to the door as a bunch of second years filed out. Then she entered, knocking on the edge of the door.

"Neville said you wanted to see me?"

"Yeah," he replied smiling. "How has your day been?"

"It's been boring," she answered, "I feel like Filch having to patrol these corridors and watch the students. Neville said there was an important matter to talk about?"

"Well, he was being a bit nosy and was wondering why I wanted to see you." Malfoy shrugged, "So I provided him with the default answer. The truth is I have a free period next and I wanted to see you just to hang out. I didn't want to wait the rest of the day."

Hermione smiled as he removed his robes. "I like being able to be casual," he said. "Sometimes I feel too FORMAL when I'm up here teaching."

Hermione laughed. Underneath his robes, he had cargo shorts and a tank top that outlined his incredibly ripped body. Hermione nearly swooned at the sight.

"You can take of your robes too," he laughed. "Relax a little." Hermione slowly removed her robes. The expression on his face changed. "Where did you get that outfit?"

"Ginny sent it to me. She pesters me to get back to the dating game, so she sends me these types of clothing. I feel bad when I don't wear the outfits, and I didn't think I would be taking my robe off during the day."

With a flick of his wand, Draco shut and locked the door leading into the classroom. "Students don't need to see this," he explained, as he moved towards her and lifted her up, so that she would sit on the desk.

"We're going to do stuff in your classroom?" Hermione asked, laughing a little. That wasn't exactly professional.

Draco began sucking on her neck, and she moaned. He smirked. "Would you rather go into my office?" His office was connected to the classroom.

He didn't give her time to answer. He began kissing her on the mouth, which she definitely responded to. His hands were begging for access underneath her skirt, and she spread her legs, giving him some room. She had completely forgotten they were in his classroom.

As things began to heat up more, he picked Hermione up. He was so strong that he didn't even have to focus. He continued kissing her as he walked toward his office, shutting the door behind him.

Okay, so Draco and Hermione had done something bad in his office, and if McGonagall knew, she would probably be livid.

After they were finished, Draco got up off Hermione and began to put his clothes on. Hermione was lying on her back, naked on Draco's desk. She hadn't realized how uncomfortable it was until afterwards. It was almost painful to get up.

"You going to stay there all day?" Draco joked.

"This desk is really uncomfortable," Hermione gasped.

Draco snorted. "Well, it is made of wood."

"Are we bad people?"

"I'm sure we aren't the first professors to screw in an office," he laughed. Hermione glared at him. "Well, never mind, maybe we are. I highly doubt Flitwick's a lady's man."

"Draco!" Hermione gasped. "That's horrible."

"Horrible, yes, but true." Hermione threw a quill at him. "Ouch, Granger, that's sharp."

"I missed!"
"I know."

Hermione laughed, forgetting she was sitting up on his desk, stark naked. When she realized his eyes were feasting on her, she blushed. Scrambling embarrassedly from the table, she clamored towards her clothes. Draco, however stopped her along the way, wrapping her in another embracing kiss.

Hermione had been in a great mood all day. Her rendezvous with Draco Malfoy had added an extra spring to her step. Even if Rita Skeeter publishing another scathing article wouldn't be able to break her mood. She headed back to her suite to change into some dress robes for the feast. It was Halloween.

Distracted, she opened the door to her suite and walked straight past the couch, not even realizing that someone was sitting there.

"Hello to you too, Hermione," Ron called after her.

Hermione screamed in surprise. "RON! I didn't see you there."

"Yes, I also find that I am very hard to miss," he replied sourly. "I've been looking for you all fucking day."

"Why?" Hermione asked curiously. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Well yes," he frustratingly retorted. "I didn't expect it to take so long to find you and talk to you. Where have you been?"

"I've been working, Ronald," Hermione's initial shock wore off, and now she was annoyed at the burden of his appearance. "I have a job, too."

"Why on earth do you work here anyways? Are you like Filch's assistant or something?"

"I enjoy my job," Hermione snapped waspishly, "Thank you very much. Now what the hell are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you…" Ron began.

"You NEEDED to see me, Ron?" she cut him off. "I don't have time for this! I have to be at the feast in ten minutes!"

"The feast is more important than us?" he weakly asked.

"US?!" Hermione exploded. "There is no US, Ronald! You saw to that!"

"And I am so so sorry," he begged. "Take me back."

"Why?!" Hermione shot at him, "I would think the single life would be glamorous for you! You love sex and excitement, and I obviously was not fulfilling that for you!"

"I wasn't letting you! It was all my fault, and I have seen that! Ginny has helped me see that!"

"So, you didn't decide this!" Hermione yelled. "Someone else decided it for you! What the hell is wrong with you, Ron Weasley?!"

"You want to know what is wrong?!" he finally erupted. "I'll tell you what's wrong! Sources close to me have informed me that you are with Draco Malfoy now!"

Hermione gaped. Of all things she expected would come out of his mouth: that was not it. She had to make a split-second decision. "So what if I am? That's very hypocritical of you to judge me for it! There is nothing wrong with that! Of course you would get pissed! You are a filthy hypocrite, Ronald! You always have been."

"Bloody hell, Hermione! He supported Voldemort! Not to mention, he's a Slytherin! I'll be he's head of the house!"

"Yes he is!" Hermione shot back. "And he punished Payne Parkinson big time after she caused some huge trouble for me! He admits that he thinks they're nasty, and he doesn't like them!"

"That's all a talk to get in your pants, Hermione!" Ronald yelled. "I cannot believe someone as smart as you would listen to him!"

"I can't believe I listened to you when you said you loved me!"

"Oh, and you believe that ass?!" Ron challenged.

"He hasn't said it yet! He's taking that stuff more slowly! He knows I've been hurt once, and he doesn't want to be like you! He agrees that your behavior has been and always will be abominable, Ronald Weasley!"

"Where have you been all afternoon, Hermione?! Neville said you were in his office! Well, when I went to his classroom in the dungeons, his office was locked, and I couldn't figure out what was going on inside! He obviously put some magic in place! Why would he need to do that, Hermione?!"

"Maybe because he's afraid people like YOU will come and eavesdrop! Really, Ron, it's disquieting that you resort to such things!"

"Hermione, I will ask you again! What were you doing?!"

"Why should I tell you, Ronald!" she burst. "It is none of your business! We had some stuff to attend to!"

"You were having sex in his office, Hermione! I followed you here! I saw you come out of there! You looked disheveled, and not to mention, you didn't have your robe on when you emerged from the office! Both your robes were in heaps in the classroom! And I saw him kiss you! Oh, yes I saw him with his hands running up and down your body, traveling up under your skirt! It was all I could do to restrain myself from killing him. Literally, I was tempted!"

"Ronald! Just because Draco treats me like he actually likes me and I'm sexy…" Hermione began, frustrated.

"I'll treat you like you're sexy, and I won't like you, I'll actually love you, and I won't be a vile, cruel criminal!"

"He is not a criminal!" Hermione screamed at him. "He is the nicest guy I have ever met!"

"Then your perception of nice is terribly skewed!" he shouted back, grabbing her arm.

"Ron!" Hermione gasped. "You're hurting me!"

"I think it's time for you to go, Mr. Weasley," came a sleek voice from the darkness encasing the door. Draco stepped out of the shadows. "Let her go, now." He had his wand raised, fire in his eyes. However, he didn't raise his voice.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here in my wife's suite?!" he howled, belligerently at Malfoy.

"I was under the impression that she is your ex-wife," Malfoy drawled at him, coolly, emphasizing the ex.

Ron could only blubber stupidly at this statement of truth. He pushed Hermione away from him, forcefully, as if she were venomous. She stumbled to the floor. Draco moved to help her.

"Crucio," Ron whispered, not at Draco, but at Hermione. Draco shouted in anger as Hermione writhed with pain. "That is for killing our baby, you heartless bitch." He turned around quickly and darted out of the suite. He started running. He needed to feel the cool night air in his lungs. He had to get out of here.

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Somewhat of a cliffhanger…I must say. Well this just means you have to review lots for me to reveal what happens next! So yes, please review!

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CHRISTINE