Hehe... number 4 for Hermione?
Let me know what you think, yeah?
Hermione had bid Harry good lucky but aside from herself the adults were the only ones up in time to see the boy off. When she was gone Hermione and Molly made breakfast for the others while Sirius and Remus and Tonks sat around the table talking companionably. Eventually the others came down and they all ate making sure to leave a plate of food for Harry and Arthur. It was a few hours before the two came home.
Arthur was beaming but Harry looked rather bemused and Hermione tilted her head. The two were lead into the kitchen where everyone gathered around. Molly insisted that the two eat before telling what happened and so they did because lets face it, you dont go against Molly Weasley trying to feed people. Only when they were done and their dishes were set to magically begin washing themselves did the two open their mouths.
"So we obviously got there just in time. Harry was taken in and questioned. Then a squib that knows Dumbledor was questioned, Mrs Figg. Anyway it seemed like they were still going to rule against Harry when Dumbledor swooped in and saved the day." Arthur beamed happily and Harry was smiling now.
"He really saved my arse. I get to go back to Hogwarts." Harry spoke happily.
Hermione tried, she really really tried not let it get to her. She loved Harry, she really did, but this was too hard. She was even happy for him, that he got to go back to school with all his friends and forget the shitty things that happened during the summer. But she couldn't deal with it, how happy they all were that things had worked out for him.
Where had her defence been when her parents were brutally murdered? Where had be they been when she was locked in Azkaban for simply trying to defend herself and her dying parents? Where were they when she was being questioned in front of the Wizengamot? They didn't know but they should have. Voldemort was back and they all knew that, along with Harry, mudbloods were the target.
She stood, in all the exclamation and congratulation and happy exuberance, and the room instantly quieted. Hermione felt oddly satisfied with the shame that flood each of their faces and revelled in it for a moment before turning and leaving the room. She headed straight for and out of the front door and down onto the street. She could hear footsteps behind her and knew without looking that it was Tonks.
"Little babe, wait up." Tonks called jogging up beside Hermione.
"So, we were kind of insensitive." Tonks starts and Hermione stops.
"Yep. Doesn't matter. Its good, fantastic even. You want to get a drink?" Hermione asked shortly.
"I uh... Remus has been... really kind of um..." Tonks flushed and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Spit it out Tonks." Hermione huffed a frown on her face.
"Well he's kind of jealous, of our friendship. He wants me to stop uh... going out with you." Hermione's frown turned to a scowl.
"Can you at least drop me off at the Cauldron?" Hermione asked flatly.
Tonks gave her a sad look but reached out and took the brunettes hand in her own. They disappeared only to reappear in a quiet corner or the wizarding pub. Hermione dropped Tonks hand and stepped away from the Metamorph. Tonks how ever stepped with her and grabbed Hermions wrist before she could walk away.
"Hermione... don't be mad at me." Tonks pleaded gently.
"I'm not Tonks, but i'm not in the mood for this. I get it ok. Just... go back to Remus." Hermione spoke a little more harshly than she intended and the hurt showed in violet eyes.
"Look, I get it. Remus means a lot to you. I don't want to come between the two of you so.. its ok." Hermione spoke more gently now and shrugged.
"I love you, you know." Tonks spoke apologetically.
"Yeah but you need to convince Remus that the love you have for me and the love you have for him are two different things." Hermione gave a small smile.
"I'm trying. What are you going to do?" Tonks asked gently.
"Don't know. Convince Tom to give me a drink or two. I'll find a way home don't worry. I just need... I need some time." Hermione rubbed the back of her neck and sighed.
Tonks just nodded and let the little witch go before apparating away. Hermione turned to the bar and headed over taking a seat. Not only did Harry get off his charges with the help of friends but Remus saw fit to take Tonks from her. She liked Tonks but she wasnt in love with Tonks, she didn't think of Tonks as a potentially romantic partner. Dammit, she respected Remus and Tonks' relationship, she was just glad to have Tonks as a friend and now what? Today had been a swift kick in the ovaries.
Tom casually moved over and handed Hermione a tumbler with fire whiskey in it, she smiled her thanks and pulled her coin purse, which she had taken to carrying with her, and handed the man a few galleons. He smiled at her and left her to her drink before going to serve someone else. Hermione picked up the tumbler and took a hefty gulp of the burning liquid.
"Well well well, I can honestly say I never expected to see you drinking fire whiskey in a place like this." A familiar voice sounded behind Hermione after several long minutes.
"Well when you feel like getting away from it, why not hit the pub." Hermione didnt turn but she smirked, she didn't expect to be so casually addressed by one of the Hogwarts staff.
"I suppose you would have enough to get away from but what's got today so special for you?" The silver haired woman sat on a stool beside Hermione and gestured for Tom to bring them two more drinks.
"Suppose you heard about Harry's trial?" Hermione asked turning to face Rolanda Hooch.
"Yeah. Heard about yours too a couple of weeks ago." Hermione nodded.
"Harry didn't get charged with anything. Albus showed up like a white knight and got him out of trouble and everyone was so happy. I was too you know. But fuck it, I didn't have a single soul on my side. I was almost killed, I watched my parents die, my mother while she was being raped, I was thrown in Azkaban for Merlin's sake! Not a fucking soul there to stop me from getting expelled, for defending my brutally murdered parents and trying to keep myself alive... Not a fucking soul." Hermione didn't realise how loud she had been but she trailed off softly.
Everyone in the pub was staring at the little witch, most with sympathy and some with curiosity. Rolanda was a mix of sympathetic and pleased, she enjoyed seeing that this little witch truly could be quite the lioness. Hermione turned back to her drink and eventually the rest of the pub returned to their own.
"Then I got to find out that i'm not allowed to be friends with Tonks because Remus bloody Lupin is threatened by a 15 year old lesbian." Hermione grit out.
"I like Remus, don't get me wrong, but he is kind of... pathetic. I mean for a werewolf." Rolanda points out.
"For a man too. He thinks i'd steal Tonks from him. She isn't even allowed to hang out with me any more. Everything keeps being taken from me." Hermione pouted and took another deep drink.
"Well, why don't we buy the bottle and you can spend the night with me." Rolanda suggested and Hermione turned back to her with a growing grin.
"When you say spend the night I assume you intend for us share a bed? Perhaps while we are both naked?" Rolanda's eyes darkened considerably going from yellow to almost black.
"Sounds about right. What do you say?" Rolanda's voice had turned husky.
"I say you best hurry up and get that bottle." Hermione smiled her tone soft and suggestive.
It didn't really take long for them to acquire the fire-whiskey, Rolanda hollered at Tom and told him to hurry his ass along or risk being hexed, and then they apparated straight to a small cottage in the middle of a dense forest. Hermione thought it looked a lot like the Forbidden Forest but was quickly distracted from asking. Rolanda had taken them right outside the small gate. The cottage was surrounded by a three foot tall stone fence, most likely just as a reference points for wards.
The Flight Instructor took Hermione's hand and pulled her into the cottage and into a small den where she promptly summoned two tumblers and they sat on the sofa by the fire place. They sat close together and when they were settled Hermione turned and lifted her legs draping them over Rolanda's lap. The older woman rested a hand on Hermiones knee and turned more towards the brunette.
"You're sure you're into this?" Rolanda asked softly lifting her other arm to run her fingers through Hermione's hair.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Hermione inquired with a soft smile.
"I'm old. I was your Flying Instructor." Rolanda pointed out.
"You're not old, you're just older than I am, and no its not a problem I promise. Also you sucked as my flying instructor." Hermione teased only to get a gently reprimanding tug to her hair making her laugh.
"Ok but really? You're into this?" Rolanda still sounded a little worried. She didn't want Hermione to regret this.
Instead of answering verbally Hermione moved until she was straddling Rolanda's thighs and, from her vantage point, leaned down and kissed the woman deeply. Rolanda responded eagerly and placed her hands on Hermione's hips, Hermiones hands moved to Rolandas head and her fingers threaded through the silver hair.
To further drive her point home Hermione moved her right hand down and into Ro's robes, she founded and popped the button of the pants the witch wore under the robes and pushed her hand inside pants and knickers. Rolanda moaned into the kiss as deft fingers found and circled her clit. Hermione was enjoying herself too, the fingers flexing at her hips and moans dropping from Rolanda's lips directly to her own were thrilling.
At her whispered urging of 'more' Hermione moved her hand a little lower and pushed inside the older woman, Rolanda dropped her head back to the back of the couch and moaned as Hermione kissed and nipped along her neck. It was a little cramped but Hermione managed to work up a rhythm that satisfied the older woman. Rolanda came hard, moaning Hermione's name appreciatively as she clenched around slim fingers.
"Point taken." Rolanda panted after a moment. Hermione chuckled and withdrew her hand, she made a show of sucking the woman's essence from her fingers.
Rolanda watched with lusty eyes and the moment she felt steady enough for it she moved, standing and holding Hermione too her. Hermione giggled a little and wrapped her legs and arms around the surprisingly strong witch as she was carried into the bedroom. Rolanda's intentions were clear and Hermione didn't mind one little bit.