CHAPTER THIRY-SIX : - )

I groaned in protest as someone shook me and slapped away their hands.

"A little while longer" I mumbled into my pillow.

"No, now" it was Harry, bugger, I'd feel bad if I cursed him.

"Wwwhhhyyy?" I yawned, glaring at the messy haired wizard.

"It's eleven, everyone's getting worried" I suppose it was unusual for me to sleep in.

"Where's Draco?" I asked, glancing at the empty space next to me, the covers were still neat, suggesting that he hadn't covered himself last night, I felt a small pang of guilt in my stomach.

"He's showering I think" Harry replied. "He only just got up a few minutes ago himself" the sympathy shining in Harry's eyes suggested that he thought we were both exhausted from all the emotional stress Bill and Lucius had caused us.

I decided I wouldn't correct his assumption, after all, he probably wouldn't approve of Draco digging through my mind.

"I better go find him" I mumbled, if he hadn't woken me up then he was probably having a hissy fit about my whereabouts last night … and if he was in the shower maybe we could have more angry sex? Stop it I scolded myself, try and take his jealousy a bit more seriously!

"Don't be too long, we're holding the funerals just after lunch" Harry said, raising his eyebrows as if he knew what was going through my head. I blushed and nodded before leaving the room, followed by Harry.

I stopped in front of the bathroom and knocked, making sure it was Draco occupying it.

"What? Someone's in here" I heard him yell, followed by mumbling about deaf people not hearing the shower.

"He's in a fine mood this morning" Harry commented as he passed me, flicking his wand at the door and unlocking it for me.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind me quietly. I then pulled my dress over my head and tiptoed over to the shower door.

"Stupid blood-traitors can't hear a goddamn thing, too fucking brainless…"

I slipped into the shower, rolling my eyes at his cursing. Grinning evilly I'd thought I'd give him a bit of a fright.

He was midday through massaging shampoo into his hair when I slowly ran my hand down his back until they rested on his hips. He shouted out in surprise and spun around almost losing his footing.

He had shampoo running down his face so his eyes were scrunched up. He reached out with his hands blindly until he found me. He touched my shoulders first and then bravely ventured lower, his hands shooting to his sides once they had grazed my breasts.

"Oh dear god, please be Hermione" He muttered, scrubbing furiously at his face.

When he had rid the shampoo from him he turned back to me and squinted, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw it was me.

"Couldn't have said anything?" He growled.

"Where's the fun in that?" I grinned. "Besides, who the hell else would it be anyway?"

"I don't know, but the only other women I know here are related to me somewhere along the lines" he cringed, just imagining Tonks or the Weasley's slipping into a shower with him. I laughed.

"So you're saying you were worried I could have been Tonks, who's dating Lupin? Or Ginny, who's never wanted anyone more than Harry? Or … Molly-"

"Don't even go there" He snapped, cringing again.

"I don't think any of them would willingly throw themselves in a shower with you" I laughed, he nodded in agreement.

"I'm surprised you do" Ah, that sneer was back. "I thought you'd be too busy in Potter's shower"

"Well, I had some spare time before his" I replied, folding my arms. I wasn't going to keep defending myself to him.

"Very funny"

"I thought so"

"This isn't a game Hermione" he had backed himself up to the other side of the shower, though I could see his body was reacting to having me so naked, so close.

"Then stop acting like a child"

"I am not acting like a child!" He yelled, lunging forward and grabbing me by my shoulders. "Imagine my surprise when I go see what's taking so long and you're in Potter's bed, all snuggled up together"

"I used to sleep in Harry's bed sometimes. I was exhausted and he didn't see the problem … when I woke up early this morning I came back to you, I don't see the issue here" I remained calm, making his heavy breathing and glowering eyes seem melodramatic.

"He sees you naked, you sleep in his bed, is there anything you two don't do?" He hissed.

"Well he's been begging me to try some new position-" he clapped a hand over my mouth.

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you" his eyes were that dark grey again.

"Or what, my love?" I challenged, pushing his hand away from me. He growled in frustration, having no threat that he wouldn't regret.

"It's the same as if you saw me sleeping in… Pansy's bed" he yelled, waving his hand as he threw the first name he thought of out there.

"That is not the same" I scoffed, he raised his eyebrows at me as though his point was proven.

"You've slept with her, I haven't slept with Harry. Besides, she's an absolute whore" I replied, my face scrunching up in disgust.

"You tell me you haven't slept with him, but you're too close, too intimate. I'm going off your word alone" would he ever understand the type of friendship Harry and I shared?

"I've already told you that I have nothing to hide and when you learn legilimens properly, you will see this"

"By then you will have learnt to block me out"

"And you would feel that barrier and know that I'm hiding something" I pushed him back onto the cold shower wall and pressed against him, inwardly grinning as I felt him unwillingly react.

"And until then?" He hissed, feeling himself losing control to his body's urges.

I leant my face up towards his and paused a centimeter away from his mouth. "You'll just have to trust me" I whispered, before he crashed his lips down on mine, losing all self control.

We both fought each other's lips for dominance, our hands running over the other desperately. I clawed my nails into his back, pulling him as close as possible to me, while he intertwined his hands into my damp hair, pulling down harshly to lift my face upwards even more. I gasped at the pain this action caused before grinning against his mouth. I had wanted him angry and that's what I had got.

I bit down on his lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make it hurt. He growled and whirled us around, slamming my back against the wall. I shivered at how cold it was.

"You're the most annoying, stubborn know-it-all I have ever met" He hissed in my ear.

"And you're the most pig-headed, spoilt little rich boy I have ever met" I whispered back, a smirk worthy of Slytherin on my face as he lifted my leg to his side.

He slowly traced the length of my leg with his fingers, until they rested high on my upper thigh.

"Say my name" He whispered, wearing a smirk to match mine. I knew he was playing his little power games, he was jealous of another man, so he wanted to hear me beg for him.

"Draco" I purred, happy to obey his demand.

"Again" he groaned, his fingers grazing over my most sensitive area.

"Draco" I shuddered, more desperately. I tried to buck my hips towards his hands, but he held me in place.

"Draco" I moaned again, he seemed satisfied to hear it without him asking.

Slowly he slipped one finger in; I threw my head back in bliss and allowed him to pleasure me, for now, with his fingers.

By the time he had plunged a second finger in my body was trembling, begging to be filled entirely.

"Dra…plea…." Was all I managed to say between gasps;

"You may be the smartest witch of our age, but you sure are weak" he mocked. I grinned at how much our relationship was based around insults and competition, it seemed like some things never changed.

He pulled his fingers out, allowing me a chance to breathe properly, a task that was already made difficult by the steam from the hot water.

He ran his hands up then, over my stomach, grazing over my breasts, coming to rest on my arms. He tried to pull me and I realized he was going to turn me around. My heart started beating rapidly when I remembered the scars on my back, I had been lucky so far that he hadn't seen them, so I certainly wasn't going to allow the moment to be ruined now.

"No" I said quickly, he looked at me with confused eyes. I tried to cover my wide, panicky ones and grinned at him.

"I want to look at you" I said, he understood, smirking to himself as he gathered I was playing along with his power-game.

He hoisted my other leg up, making sure he was in a position that wouldn't allow him and I to slip. I could just imagine how embarrassing that situation would be.

I made a point at staring directly into his eyes and stroking the side of his cheek with the back of my hand affectionately, just as he plunged into me. He paused for a moment, giving him and I time to adjust, before starting to rock back and forth, getting him self into a quick rhythm.

My back hit against the wall with each thrust, I wondered how loud it was outside of the bathroom …

He moved his hands from my outer thighs around to my buttocks, to gain a better hold on me. I threw my head back, ignoring as it hit the wall painfully, Draco took advantage of the exposed skin and buried his head into my neck, kissing the sensitive flesh. I gasped in surprise as he bit down, just hard enough to draw a little blood, he made sure to lick the small wound clean.

This was all it took, my hands roamed the wall behind me, desperately finding something to grab onto as he gave it is all.

"Come on" he muttered. I knew he wanted me to reach my peak before he did … a wish I obliged to happily.

He gave a low shuddery moan as he released into me, pleased that he'd met his own standards. It didn't bother me whether I came before or after him, as long as he gave me the chance to, another thing I loved about Draco, he was not a selfish lover, something I had found Oliver could be. Charlie hadn't been, but then that had been my first time, of course he was going to make it all about me.

"I'm starting to think you start fights on purpose" He whispered, letting me back down on the shower floor.

I shook my head at him. "You just get angry too easy" he frowned.

"I do not"

"Potter this, Potter that, one would think you're jealous my love"

"Malfoy's don't get jealous"

"Yes I know, Malfoy's are gods, emotions are weakness so they have none, blah blah blah"

"Oh shut up" he laughed, pulling me into a kiss. I pulled away from him and smiled.

"We best get out, the funerals are soon" I didn't mean to kill the light mood, but it was important. Draco looked uneasy.

"I think I might just stay here" I looked at him in confusion.

"You don't want to go?"

"It's not that" he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just don't think I'm going to be very welcome. My father and all…" I bit my lip and nodded, his father was the man responsible for the deaths after all, so although I knew Jake wouldn't object to Draco being there, he'd probably rather he wasn't.

"Maybe you're right"

: - )

We had decided to bury them just over the hill from the burrow, in the opposite direction from the muggle town they lived near.

If Jake had had his way, he would have buried her someone much more dear to their hearts, or even, perhaps, in a traditional cemetery. As it was though it was the nicest place we could find that was also safe to hold the service.

I hated the black dress I was wearing, it felt uncomfortable to me, unnatural to wear. It was the dress I wore to every funeral, the dress I always saw hanging in my closet, wishing I would never have to wear it ever again. False hopes, I know.

Since Lisa and Flint had meant nothing to everybody else in the order, only a select few people had come, more out of support and protection than anything else.

We had flooed to the burrow first, before walking the small distance to their burial site. Molly had already picked a place under a tree for them. I walked in between Harry and Ron, they had both taken my hands in there's as we walked silently. Jake was walking ahead of us, eyes fixed solely on the wooden coffins that Remus was levitating ahead of the group, I noticed Tonks hadn't come, she tended to avoid funerals if she could, preferring to mourn death in her own way, of course, I doubted she would be mourning for these two.

Aside from Remus, Harry, Ron, Jake and I, only Ginny, the twins and Arthur had come along. I knew Remus and Arthur were there solely for our protection, the twins undoubtedly there for extra emotional support and Ginny … I wasn't sure why she had come, probably for Harry.

We all came to a halt as Remus lowered the coffins into two holes, already dug before our arrival. He then ran a hand through his hair and stood at the front of the group, clearing his throat.

"As we all know, Marcus Flint had made the wrong choices in life" he begun. "But that did not define the type of person he was. Before any of that he was just a normal boy, who attended Hogwarts with exceptional grades and a real love for quidditch. After his graduation I am told he went on to marry a muggle woman…" I closed my eyes, imagining that boy I had known from school. I found my memories of Flint at school were scarce, him having graduating a few years before me and when we did attend together I had had hardly anything to do with him. Remus continued to tell the heartbreaking story of Flint's lost love, and his eventual corruption.

"But in the end, when it most mattered, he showed his true colors and saved our Hermione's life. You may have pledged your allegiance to Voldemort, but you are just as brave as any order member" Remus finished. He turned his back on us then and pointed his wand at the white tombstone. Before our eyes words begun to carve themselves into the stone, they read:

REST IN PEACE

Marcus Flint

1978-2003

Beloved husband of Sarah

Eternal friend to The Order of the Phoenix

Around the words a phoenix was engraved, its tail feather's merging into the letters. I was glad that Remus had mentioned his wife on the tombstone, it annoyed me that I didn't know the location of her grave; maybe we could have buried him beside her? Assuming it was a safe location. A terrible thought made me wonder if the death eaters had left any part of her to bury though…

I snapped back to attention when Remus came to join us and Jake stepped up nervously, not knowing what to say to a bunch of strangers. He chose to look either at the ground, or at me, since I had been the only other person here to know his wife, even for such a short period of time.

"Lisa… was my wife…" He started awkwardly. I gave him an encouraging smile and soon he found himself plunging in to the story of how they had met and the obstacles they had faced. He talked about her beauty and kindness with such ease. I felt my heart tug at the affectionate smile he was wearing as he spoke about her. "I'll never forget you Lisa" he finished, tears spilling down his cheeks, even though he was smiling.

Everyone clapped politely as he turned around and charmed the tombstone to engrave itself, same as Flint's had.

REST IN PEACE

Lisa May Stevens

1977-2003

Cherished wife of Jacob

Beloved daughter of Gordon and Margaret

"Earth has become dimmer, so that your smile may brighten heaven"

So somewhere along the lines there was muggle in her family I mused, noticing the muggle surname and the religious reference, perhaps her grandparents?

I approached the graves and stood next to Jake, who was staring longingly at the coffin, which was now being covered by dirt.

"That was beautiful" I smiled at him, nudging him to gain my attention.

"It was just the truth" he shrugged. "She was beautiful"

"She was" I agreed, before pointing my wand at the grave.

"Orchideous" we both watched as a brunch of flowers grew from the fresh dirt. I did the same to Flint's grave.

I looped my arm through his as we walked back towards the burrow, I was worried about him. I didn't want him to lose purpose after this funeral; I wanted him to move on.

"What will you do now?" I asked carefully.

"I don't know" he answered truthfully. "I can't go home; I can't live there after…"

"I know" I whispered soothingly. "You can stay at Grimmauld place" I'd have to ask Harry later if he minded…

"But for how long" he stated uncertainly. "I can't hide in the orders house, living off their kindness"

"Don't think about that right now Jake, just know you have somewhere to stay for the time being" he nodded solemnly.

"I appreciate your kindness" he said quietly.

"I appreciated yours when you took me in" I replied easily. He gave a small smile.

"Do you think there's only one person out there for us?" he asked. Ah, the question was certainly a cliché for a grieving widower.

"Not at all" he looked at me, urging me to continue. "You were fine before you met her and you'll be fine again, it will just be harder. You will find someone else who will make you so happy. But you will never forget Lisa" And I was positive. Even when the thought of losing Draco seemed unbearable, I knew that in time, things would become a little better. I also knew I wouldn't always be lonely; I had plenty of male attention, even if it was mostly from the Weasley sons.

"How's your boyfriend?" he asked suddenly, ignoring what I said.

"Draco is good" I sighed, I had been waiting for this.

"Good guy?"

"Jake…"

"Why does he look like the man that killed my wife?" he finally blurted out.

"Because Draco is his son" there was no point lying. Jake said nothing for a moment, just took in a deep shuddery breath. "And yeah, he's a good guy"

"How can you be with him after his father…" he trailed off, his fists clenching.

"His father was supposed to be dead, starved in Azkaban… he was meant to be the last of our problems"

"But he wasn't and he almost killed you" he snapped.

"Draco isn't his father" I said sternly.

"Then why does the order keep him locked up?"

"They did because there were some trust issues" Jake narrowed his eyes.

"Which is solved now, please Jake; I don't want to explain myself to everybody"

We fell into silence as we entered the burrow. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen, washing up manually while she monitored a pair of enchanted knitting needles knitting what looked to be the start of another jumper.

She paused what she was doing when we entered.

"How was it?" she asked, drying her hands on a tea towel.

"Normal" I replied. What did she want me to say? 'Gee Mrs. Weasley, it was great fun'?

Seeing Jake's solemn expression she clucked her tongue and pulled the boy into one of her motherly hugs. I noticed Jake tense, uncomfortable with suddenly being pulled down into the older woman's bosom.

"It will be alright" she reassured, pulling away. I felt a swell of fondness for Mrs. Weasley then, she was so accepting.

"Now I insist that you all have something to eat before going back" I looked behind me and noticed that everyone else had filed into the kitchen, a silence on the group.

"Anything you want a hand with?" I offered as everyone sat down at the large table.

"Oh no dear, I got most of it done while you were…out" she said, glancing at Jake cautiously like he would burst into tears at any moment. I glanced at him too. He was sitting down on the end, avoiding conversation and picking at the worn wood of the table.

I sat down next to him and patted his back reassuringly just as Mrs. Weasley began placing plates in front of everyone. I glanced around the Weasley kitchen and sighed at the memories I had of this place. On the wall there was still the clock with a hand for every family member, though of course it had been stuck on 'Mortal peril' for years now.

My eyes drifted back to the jumper that was being knitted, it was maroon.

"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed suddenly, following my line of sight. She ran from the room and came back a moment later holding a forest green jumper.

"That's for young Malfoy" Mrs. Weasley said. "He doesn't seem to have many clothes so I thought he might like…" she trailed off, realizing she had no idea what Draco did and didn't like. All she knew was that he had been prejudice against her family for years.

"He will be over the moon" I said, smiling at the kind gesture. She beamed back.

"I'll wrap it up so it doesn't get dirty in the fireplace while you're flooing back" I nodded and smiled again before digging into the scrambled eggs and toast she had set in front of me.

No one said anything and for a while the only sound was the clicking of forks against plates and the shuffling of paper as Mrs. Weasley wrapped Draco's jumper in pages from the daily prophet.

"That was lovely thank you Molly" Remus complimented once he had finished, always the gentleman. Although used to compliments I still noticed the slight tinge of pink rise in her cheeks.

"Now I'm afraid I must be off" he announced; standing and placing his plate beside the sink. He glanced around at all of us to see who would follow him back.

"We're coming" I said quickly, stuffing the last bits of food into my mouth, Harry and Ron nodded as well.

"Ronald, why don't you stay here for a little while?" Mrs. Weasley said quickly.

"But mum-"

"I hardly ever see you anymore"

"You see me every day-"

"Just you" she added, smiling at everyone else.

"Well, What about Ginny?" Ron grumbled, earning himself a glare from the girl in question.

"She helps me out a lot more than you do" Mrs. Weasley snapped. I didn't miss the glance she shot towards Harry and then Ginny.

"Well what about-"

"We'll stay too" George grinned quickly, before Ron could bring up their recent absence.

"I know mother has missed our company" Fred added. Mrs. Weasley gave her sons a wary look, as if wondering if they were going to blow up half the house again.

"Thank you for breakfast Mrs. Weasley and the jumper" I said politely as I took the package from her and followed Remus into the living room.

"You first" he said, pointing at Harry. Nodding Harry walked over to the fireplace and with a handful of powder he threw it down and disappeared in a swirl of flames.

"Now Hermione" Remus urged, he was putting us through in order of who needed the most protection, almost as if the Weasley home was going to collapse in or something else ridiculous, either way I knew better than to argue with my former professor.

I stepped into the large fireplace and throwing down my own fistful of floo powder I shouted…

"12 Grimmauld place!"

A/N: Another chapter, as you can probably guess, 'every Monday' didn't really work out, but I am updating sooner then the promised seven days, so love me :) I know a few of you don't like the constant fighting and drama between Hermione and Draco, but I doooooo! Besides, he's suddenly been thrown into her world full of people he's always hated, you'd be a crank too! And I do think Draco is a possesive kind of person, I alwayd imagined him as the kid that didn't share his expensive toys and never grew out of his selfishness. After all, he is a spoilt little rich boy :) So yes, please read and REVIEW, I will stress that word because I absolutely LOVE reviews. I found I didn't get enough to satisfy my review cravings last chapter :( Besides, I've given you a chapter dedicated entirely to sex and funerals, whats not to love? :S

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