Another Chapter! I know I'm as shocked as you.

For those interested in my ramblings there is a scene that made me pick this story up again, if you can guess and want to know more about the scene details will be at the end of the chapter.

A little more Ron unfortunately but a small treat at the end! Enjoy.

The hooded black figures stood under the archway, the heavy summer rain thundered around them.

"He should have been here by now" The shorter of the two hooded figures hissed.

"He won't defect, he's dedicated" The taller of the two hissed. A thud of running footfall approached them, wands raised as a man approached panting,

"Sorry I'm late" He chuckled moving into an arch and wiping the rain from his face,

"What news?" The tallest of the hooded figures asked urgently.

"We remain unsuspected" He stated, running his fingers through his burnt red hair.

"Even after the whole Avery fiasco?" The short hooded figure asked,

"Well, of course, they suspect Pure-bloods for that. But not concerning the disappearances" He stated,

"Damit Felix, give us something worthwhile to take to her" the short woman stressed,

Felix chuckled, "Nervous are we, Calina?" He asked with a smirk,

"You would be too" She hissed,

"We can't take that back to her" the tall man stated, "She'll have our heads"

Felix chuckled,

"What more do you want from me?" Felix asked,

"Crucio"

"Selwyn" Calina hissed. Felix coughed as he stood up,

"Fine, tell her the Weasel is looking into all of them, in detail" He hissed,

"She knows that already" Selwyn sneered,

"Not in that way, he suspects that they're up to something" He sneered.

"Aren't we all?" Calina Snyde chuckled,

"Can I go?" Felix asked rubbing his arm.

"Somewhere to be Rosier?" Selwyn asked with a sneer.

"Not exactly, just looks a bit dodgy skulking around Knockturn Alley, don't it?" He said with a curled lip.

"She's not happy with you" Selwyn sneered. Rosier took a step back as the pair disapparated.

Snyde and Selwyn walked up the moonlit path.

"What will you tell her?" Selwyn asked,

"I'll tell her the truth" Snyde stated.

"And that is?"

"That Rosier said they're looking into the Malfoy's"

"Aren't you worried about the reaction you'll get?" Selwyn asked cautiously as the gates opened at the wave of their wands.

"I'm not the one giving terrible info" Snyde sneered walking into the large home. Walking to the study at the back, they bowed low.

"Well?" She asked,

"Rosier said that they are unaware of our movements" Selwyn stated.

"And that the Weasley boy is looking into the Malfoy's, all of them" Snyde stated, head bowed low. A sigh came from in front of them,

"Is that seriously all you brought to our attention?" A dark tone said from behind them. Snyde flinched, and a chuckle came from the tall man as he strode past them.

"You bring us nothing we didn't already know" He stated,

"We tried Sir, Rosier-"

Selwyn screamed in agony.

"Do not blame Rosier for your mistakes" She stated, the bored tone level in her voice. "He is your informant, not mine"

"Of course my lady" Selwyn bowed lower, "We will find you a better source"

"You will, as soon as you are finished in Berlin" She stated.

"Berlin, My lady?" Snyde asked,

"We need to expand, bring more families under the regime" He stated,

"Unless of course, you have better places to be," She asked with a raised brow.

Hermione stood at the edge of the party; her arm tucked into Ron's elbow dutifully. She watched people walk around making small talk. She felt more out of place that she had ever felt in all her life. She could see many Slytherins walking around smiling, some sneering in their direction. She had seen Narcissa briefly as she greeted them before fluttering off to greet other guests. She could see Lavender Brown and Padma slowly making their way through the crowds of the garden.

"You made it" Padma smiled, "It's fabulous, isn't it?" She asked, Hermione, glared in her direction,

"It's ok, 'Mione. I'm sure they're not going to torture you now" Ron joked tactlessly. He had started drinking since before they had left, and his breath was a vile stench of firewhisky and the dragon balls he had been stuffing his face with. Hermione stared at him in disbelief before walking off, a faint call of her name was all he offered as an apology as she walked away.

The music was tasteful and she could see a few people slowly dancing in the centre of the gardens. Hermione saw the blonde hair stood in the corner. She moved slowly to the edge of the party, Lyra was leaning in the archway of the veranda of the small sun house in the corner. Her grey eyes looked red and exhausted, her hair was half tied back in one half braided and tied at the back. She hadn't seen Lyra since the Witch Weekly Article, which Hermione hated to admit she had been right about. She wore a simple chiffon dress that matched her eyes a little too well. Hermione had never thought she would look more stunning than the night of the Yule Ball but she had. It was clear that Lyra was not interested in the party and was talking quietly with Zabini, Hermione could see a repetitive shake and frown from Lyra at whatever Blaise Zabini was asking her.

The music changed to a slow song. The song began that was clearly on the build-up to a more upbeat tune. Then Lyra did something she wasn't expecting she downed the firewhisky and let Blaise Zabini take her hand onto the dance floor. Hermione moved to stand and watch them.

As the music changed the slow waltz turned fast. Zabini twirled them around and it was the most majestic dance Hermione had seen. Blaise moved them around the dance floor like it was effortless, his tan Italian skin clashing against Lyra's pale complexion. Their waltz was filled with grins at one another and Hermione saw the youth return Lyra's face she looked the 21 year old she should. As they came around past her, Blaise spun Lyra quickly her dress fluttering around her knees. Lyra's body moved effortlessly, and Hermione seen her childhood, filled with pure-blood balls, that this dance was just a bit of fun, but Hermione had seen enough dance shows prior to Hogwarts to know that it was bordering on professional. They twirled together around the dancefloor and Hermione could see Lyra was flowing across the floor. The song slowed and Blaise Zabini pulled Lyra tight to him, she could see stormy grey eyes staring into his almost black ones and Hermione felt her breath hitch as she thought he was going to kiss her, Lyra cupped his cheek with a small smirk. Suddenly, the music quickened and they were spinning around the dancefloor once more. Lyra spun under Zabini's arm and twirled as if this was natural. As their waltz came to an end Blaise bowed slightly to Lyra who nodded. Hermione was curious: was this some weird courtship that pure-bloods done? They parted ways and Lyra walked off, Hermione's eyes followed her to see her at the bar. Hermione recognised a couple of the wizards around there such as Marcus Flint.

"Still worrying over my sister, Granger?" A voice made her jump, Hermione spun round to find Draco Malfoy stood beside her. His sneer evident,

"I was just-"

"Watching Blaise show off my sister to the party, yes I know, so was everyone else" Draco grimaced as he took a sip of his firewhisky. He raised a hand and a waiter appeared quickly with a glass of firewhisky for her,

"Is it poison?" She asked bitterly. Draco smirked

"If only" He muttered,

"Why are you speaking to me?" Hermione whipped around,

"Because I was curious to see you here"

"I was invited" Hermione frowned up at him. The tall Malfoy nodded,

"I know, mother insisted. I was curious to hear your opinion on my sister" Draco suggested.

"I don't understand" Hermione frowned up at him.

"Well, I'm assuming you haven't seen her since the trial" He drawled

"I have, ministry business" Hermione stated with narrow eyes. He smirked.

"Of course," He drawled again with a smirk, "I've heard of your ministry business. Getting new legislation through the Ministry for house elves and other creatures"

"It's important" Hermione bit,

"I'm sure, however, you didn't answer my question regarding your opinion of my sister" He reminded.

"Why does my opinion matter to you?" Hermione asked,

"Can you just answer the question, Granger, rather than irritate me?" Draco sneered. Hermione rolled her eyes,

"Fine, I think she's struggling to live in the real world, does that answer your question, Malfoy?" Hermione snarled

"As I thought would be your response" He muttered.

"What's wrong with Lyra?" Hermione asked frowning up at him, she could see the faint crease of a frown between his brows.

"She-" Draco began with a sigh,

"Hermione, is this git bothering you?" Ron's slurred words came from behind her.

"No, Ron everything's-"

"Listen here, Ferret" Malfoy seemed to bristle but then another voice that Hermione hadn't been expecting surrounded her,

"Is there a problem here?" Lyra's voice surrounded them. Lyra's tone was hard, almost threatening. Hermione turned to see Lyra stood beside Malfoy, frown dancing across her forehead.

"No, none at all" Hermione said quickly before dragging Ron away before he could cause more damage.

"What did he say to you, Hermione? If he was rude, I swear on Merlin-" Ron's threats were becoming louder,

"He didn't say anything Ron, it's fine"

"I swear-"

"Ron, leave it alone" Hermione sighed, Ron seemed to stumble to the side his eyes regaining focus, "You should go find Harry, I think he was looking for you" Hermione lied smoothly to get the tall ginger to leave her alone. Ron nodded staggering off.

"Do you think Weasley knows how easily you lie to him?" A smooth voice came from behind her, turning Lyra stared down at her with a quirked eyebrow.

"You're one to talk" Hermione muttered, drinking her firewhisky. She heard Lyra chuckle beside her. "What do you want?" Hermione asked with a quirked eyebrow,

"To talk" Lyra stated,

"I'm listening" Hermione stated as she watched Lyra's brother slowly waltz with Astoria Greengrass.

"What you saw the other night wasn't what it looked like" Lyra tried quietly.

"It looked like you were enjoying yourself Lyra, I'm not going to hold that to you" Hermione stated, "If you'll excuse me I better go find my fiance" Hermione walked away. She knew her words would have cut Lyra deeply. Lyra grit her teeth as Blaise appeared with alcohol. Lyra didn't taste it as she drank it walking into the Manor. Hermione didn't see Lyra or Blaise for a long time within the party, she thought of the week before, she had been walking down Diagon Alley, past Lyra's office when she had seen the girl practically laying over Lyra as she explained something on her desk. The woman was clearly flirting with the older Malfoy. She didn't want to think about it. She felt played just like the first time. Hermione listened to Harry talk about the latest discovery of dark objects,

"You should search this place next Harry" Ron slurred loudly, Hermione glanced around to see some of the guests glare,

"Ron, keep your voice down" Hermione insisted quietly. She looked round to the entrance of the Manor to see Lyra stood talking quietly with her brother. Lyra's eyes watched her, waiting for something to happen.

"Oh shut up Hermione, no one needs your opinion" Ron sneered down at her,

"Ron" Harry and Ginny both chided, Hermione looked away in embarrassment.

"I suggest you apologize to Miss Granger" Hermione turned to see Blaise and Draco Malfoy stood behind them.

"And what are you going to do Zabini, get your mummy on me" Ron teased, Hermione paled. Blaise took a step forward but Draco shook his head and smirked,

"Your such a child Weaselbee"

"Listen Ferret" Ron poked his finger at Draco but the younger Malfoy just smirked,

"You know, my mother has this special policy at her parties that no one gets too loud and too out of place" He sneered. "And you, Weasley are out of place" Draco sneered. They were close enough to each other that the tension was flying off them.

"Is there a problem here?" Hermione turned once again to see Lyra walking towards them. Hermione could see now how stunning she looked, the low light reflecting of blonde hair, grey eyes piercing the situation. Her dress clinging to her body and heels clicking against the cobbled ground.

"It's got nothing to do with you" Ron growled. Blaise had moved to stand beside Lyra, the dutiful partner Hermione thought.

"Oh really?" Lyra asked sweetly, "You currently look like your about to kiss my brother, and as much as I'm open to whatever Draco desires, my mothers guests are not"

Hermione held her laugh at Ron's look of disgust. He turned to Lyra and walked close to her,

"Listen here you filthy dy-" Hermione wasn't sure what she was expecting but she wasn't expecting Lyra to slap him.

"I don't suggest you finish that sentence Weasley" Blaise stated with his hands in his pockets looking like he was enjoying the show. Ron grabbed his wand from his robes but Draco, Blaise and Harry had already drawn theirs. She was shocked to see Lyra stood calm and composed, with no wand in hand.

"I think it's time you went home" Hermione stated quietly trying to remind Ron where they were. She touched his arm to get his attention, jerking away from her,

"I'm fine Hermione" Ron sneered. Harry stepped forward, "Come on Ron, we're going to head home, why don't you come with" Harry offered, Ron contemplated Harry for a moment,

"Fine, but only if we can have a party at your place" Ron stated, dropping his drunk arm around Harry's shoulders. Harry gave a small thanks to Lyra before leading a stumbling Ron down the path.

"I'm so sorry" Ginny immediately said to Lyra as soon as they were out of sight. Lyra looked Ginny up and down before nodding her lips in a thin line.

"Lyra, Theo wanted to speak with us remember" Blaise stated pocketing his wand. Lyra looked over her shoulder and nodded, she turned back to Hermione, questions shining in her eyes. Hermione nodded and Lyra walked off with Blaise. As soon as they had disappeared Ginny spun on Hermione,

"How longs he been like this?" Ginny asked with a frown,

"It's fine Gin, he was just drunk" Hermione justified,

"It does matter 'Mione," Ginny said. Worry riddled her features.

"He's just drunk" Hermione repeated. She quickly moved on asking about Ginny's quidditch before Lavender and Luna appeared gossiping about Malfoy Manor. Hermione looked around seeing Blaise and Lyra had vanished once more.

"Excuse me, ladies, I was wondering if I might borrow Miss Granger" Hermione turned to see Narcissa Malfoy in all her regal glory looking down at her. Hermione nodded and followed Narcissa away from the party into the gardens.

"I was reading about your house elf reformation bill in the Prophet the other day" Narcissa began, "It was quite interesting that you are fighting for them"

"I believe they should be more than servants," Hermione said carefully. Narcissa stopped and drew a sharp breath,

"I must apologise to you, Miss Granger" Hermine frowned,

"You have done nothing-"

"I have, I should have stopped Bellatrix that night" Narcissa was watching Hermione carefully, who looked sharply away at the mention of Bellatrix.

"I redecorated the drawing room, I redecorated most of my home in an effort to erase what you and your friends have been put through. To what my family has gone through" Narcissa looked to her home. She had raised her children in the home and it was tarnished by war. "If I could take it all back I would" Narcissa admitted quietly.

Hermione gave a small smile. "I accept your apology Narcissa, thank you" Narcissa nodded and they continued to walk. The gardens passed close to the house. Hermione looked through the window as Narcissa spoke about the gardens. Hermione frowned when she saw white blonde hair flash in one of the windows. Looking in, she could see Blaise and Lyra arguing. Hermione had never seen Lyra upset, her eyes were red and looked wet as she yelled at Blaise. Blaise Zabini shouted back gesturing to the party. She could see Lyra roll her eyes and move to walk away. Blaise Zabini was suddenly there, gripping Lyra tightly shouting at her. Lyra shook her head looking away from him. He said something quietly and Lyra reared back slapping him across the face and walking away.

"My daughter, the whirlwind of anger," Narcissa said looking away and checking on her roses.

"I've never seen her that upset" Hermione admitted forgetting who she was talking to,

"Oh she's just emotional and drunk," Narcissa said simply.

"You aren't worried she'll do something stupid?" Hermione asked Narcissa looked up smiling,

"She's not Mr Weasley, Miss Granger" Narcissa stated, "She has Blaise to keep her in check" Narcissa stated. Lyra had moved on with Blaise Zabini.

"He must put up with quite a lot" Hermione theorised.

"Not a great amount, more than most friends would but I could say the same for you and your friends" Narcissa stated removing a couple of dead petals. "I do worry, however" Narcissa mused. Hermione frowned in question, "It's a tradition in pure-blood society that by a woman's 23rd birthday she must be married or is considered a Prig" Narcissa explained,

"Lyra's only 21 and what is a Prig?" Hermione asked,

"A prig is a woman who is seen as either barren or well someone no one would favour" Narcissa explained running her hands over her dress.

"She still has time" Hermione tried to justify.

"Of course, it's just a mother's worry," Narcissa said with a small smile.

After Hermione's day at Malfoy Manor, she did not want to go to Hogwarts but they had promised McGonagall.

Hermione stood in front of the mural with their friends. Hermione watched them filter in. All she could see was the pain, still fresh. Harry held Ginny's hand tightly, his scar fading on his forehead, his hair beginning to fall into his eyes more. Ron's splinched marks reflected in the May sunshine as he held her hand tightly. Ginny had her hair up in a tight bun and gave a warm welcoming smile as Padma, Parvarti and Lavender walked up to the mural. Hermione was shocked to see Lavender with no makeup, her scars still fresh from the attack of Greyback. She gave the girl a tight hug as she passed to stand next to Hermione. More and more people appeared. Mr and Mrs Weasley appeared with Bill and very heavily pregnant Fluer. George stood next to Ron, staring holes into the ground between his feet, his jaw tightly clenched.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the mural. It was a simple memorial of white marble in the courtyard. The names were listed on one side of everyone who had fallen. The names had no particular order, each listing in gold letters, glinting in the sun. Hermione listened as Professor McGonagall started her speech, it wasn't long, it paid homage to the students and all the teachers and members of the order that had fallen. As the Professor continued, Hermione glanced around. Padma, Pavarti and Lavender stood the three holding hands tightly. Young students had their heads bowed, some quickly wiping tears. Hermione felt the thickness in her throat as the pain of the war became fresh. She looked down, remembering the battle. Remembering the adrenaline coursing through to survive, to dodge the killing curses, the fear as she lay terrified on the floor beneath Nagini. Hermione felt a warmth surround her, she opened her eyes to see Ron tightly hold her. The pain of losing Fred. Hermione turned casually as something caught her eye. At the back of the crowds, there were a group of figures stood at the edge of the courtyard. Hermione smiled softly to see a group of Slytherins stood at the back. McGonagall's words rang around the courtyard that everyone had lost someone. They stood in silence for the next half hour as McGonagall finished her speech,

"We have some food in the great hall for those wishing to stay". Hermione, Harry and Ron stood after everyone had left,

"It doesn't feel like two years" Ron admitted,

"I don't think it will ever feel like it wasn't yesterday" Hermione admitted, Harry remained quiet staring at the memorial,

"Do you ever wonder what would have happened?" Ron asked,

"It's best not to think about it" Harry stated, Hermione watched Harry before admitting,

"I still have nightmares"

"Me too. I don't think they'll ever go away" Harry responded turning away from the setting sun. Hermione walked close to her friend looping her arm through his own and giving him a small smile,

"We don't have to worry anymore," Hermione said with a grin. A flash of light made them all jump,

"Instead, we just have to worry about them" Harry stated,

"It's better than curses," Ron said with a smile. Hermione and Harry walked into the great hall while Ron spoke with reporters. Walking in, they were quickly greeted with people wanting to shake hands and take photos. Hermione hated it, she hated it slightly less than Harry. Although she'd hate it too if people were asking to poke her forehead. Hermione took a couple of photos and answered the questions the young students had as vaguely as possible. Only a handful of people knew about Horcruxes and they had all agreed for it to remain that way. Hermione looked up to see blonde hair walk from the hall.

"Excuse me," She said to the students. Walking after Lyra and Blaise, she watched the two carefully. Lyra still looked like death eater in some respects. She had changed from her party attire the previous day to a black jacket that Hermione had seen her wear before in the days of the war. Blaise had remained in his usual tight fitting grey suit. Hermione called on Lyra, she turned as did Blaise.

"You came?" Hermione asked Lyra nodded,

"We figured we should" Blaise responded.

"Thank you," Hermione said to Lyra, she nodded,

"I'll meet you at the gates," Blaise said taking Hermione's hint. Lyra nodded,

"I didn't get to say goodbye yesterday," Hermione said, walking away from the castle towards the gates.

"I apologise, something came up," Lyra said carefully.

"Is everything ok?" Hermione asked,

"Yes, I think so," Lyra said, Hermione waited until they were out of sight. Before grabbing Lyra's arm forcing her to a stop.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked Lyra's lips were in a thin line,

"I'm fine, Hermione" Lyra stated tightly,

"You're not, you're being obtuse" Hermione stated, folding her arms.

"Obtuse?" Lyra hissed, "I'm being polite" Lyra rolled her eyes, facade slipping quickly, "I played the game, I came to this ridiculous charade"

"Charade?" Hermione asked in shock, "Lyra, people died. This is a way to commemorate-"

"I know who died" Lyra shouted. Hermione took a step back, "I was there as well. I was on the other side, Hermione. I know full well who died. I see there faces. Every night I see them" Lyra stated, Hermione could see the pain slipping through, "I see my friends, I see Fred lying in the rubble, I'm not as heartless as everyone seems to think Hermione, and at least I'm doing something to change our world for the better" Lyra grit out.

"Everyones trying to make the world a better place Lyra" Hermione explained,

"No, they're not" Lyra scoffed, "Your boyfriends certainly not by continuing to put this pure-blood prejudice on everyone" Lyra stated. "At least those of us who are pure-blood are trying to change"

Hermione looked away ashamed at how Lyra viewed Ron,

"I can't keep being blamed for Ron's actions" Hermione stated, trying to keep the tears at bay and not let Lyra's anger affect her.

"And I don't blame you. I just don't see how you can turn a blind eye to them" Lyra stated, "I have somewhere to be. Goodnight Hermione"

And like that Lyra was gone.

Hermione left Lyra alone for a few days before she confronted her. Walking into the small office on her lunch break, she was shocked to see a young pretty woman sat at a desk in the main reception at the entrance.

"Welcome to Hebridean Consulting and Procurement, how can I help you?" The young woman asked. Hermione shocked that this young woman was an employee of Lyra's. She had simple brown hair, bright blue eyes. She looked like one of the girls from Baeuxbatons and Hermione secretly hoped Blaise had hired her.

"I need to speak to Lyra" Hermione stated, the woman looked her up and down a moment before asking,

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No" Hermione grit out. The girl was beginning to annoy her. She could see Lyra's door was shut but she could see Lyra's jacket hung in the corner.

"I'm afraid if you don't have an appointment then Miss Malfoy cannot see you at this time, would you like to make an appointment?" Hermione grit her teeth remembering Blaise's words in the club. The young woman's sickly sweet smile made her stomach recoil.

"No" Hermione grit out before walking past the woman and into Lyra's office. Lyra was sat with her head in her hands trying to make the figures for the Hebridean reserve make sense. She was shocked to hear the commotion of Christine shouting,

"You can't go in there"

Lyra gripped her wand from under the table to see Hermione Granger barge in.

"We need to talk" Granger stated shortly. Lyra's nostrils seemed to flair at the challenge.

"I'm so sorry Miss Malfoy, I tried-"

"Thank you, Christine" Lyra grit out. "You can get back to work, I'll deal with Miss Granger" The young woman ducked out, conveniently leaving the door open. Hermione narrowed her eyes and waved her wand slamming the door closed.

"What do we need to talk about?" Lyra asked with narrow eyes,

"You" Hermione snapped, folding her arms. Lyra frowned leaning back in her chair waiting for the war hero to elaborate.

"You can't keep doing the hot and cold relationship with me," Hermione stated, "I'm getting whiplash on the type of Lyra I'm going to get. One minute it's flirting, then you're shouting at me"

Lyra's eyes narrowed, "I just want some consistency, no more of this" Hermione gestured between them. Lyra stood walking close to Hermione,

"The last time I checked you were the one that instigated this, in the alley" Lyra stated.

"And it was a mistake, a lapse in judgement" Hermione stated, walking closer to Lyra's desk.

"A lapse in judgement?" Lyra repeated with a quirked eyebrow,

"Yes" Hermione sniffed not looking at her, Lyra walked close to her so close that she could feel the heat of her. "And was the club? A lapse in judgement too?" She asked quietly, Hermione watched Lyra's lips closely.

"Yes," Hermione gasped as Lyra pinned her to the desk,

"So then tell me what the issue is? What's the problem, Granger? Like the attention too much that you got scared?" Lyra breathed,

"You're an arse" Hermione hissed,

"No, you just don't like that I'm telling you the truth" Lyra smirked. Hermione watched Lyra's eyes, her hands gripping her shirt.

"Stop treating me like I'm the bad guy when Ron does something you dislike" Hermione hissed,

"As long as you stop ignoring the fact, that you're more interested in me, than your boyfriend" Lyra growled down at her,

"Don't be so full of yourself" Hermione grit out,

"Just stating the truth" Lyra smirked.

Hermione kissed the smirk off her face, giving into temptation. Lyra returned the kiss heatedly. Hermione's head swam as she kissed Lyra passionately. Lyra stepped forward forcing Hermione to take a step back. The back of her legs hitting the desk, she couldn't contain the moan as Lyra lifted her. Hermione slid back as Lyra kissed her harder, the tension between them practically making the air crackle. Hermione felt Lyra's hands slide beneath her dress, her hands busy shedding Lyra of her shirt. Hermoine slid her hands up her firm stomach, Lyra's own moan slipping out. Hermione's fingers tangled into white blonde hair as Lyra's lips travelled to Hermione's neck, kissing and sucking at her pulse. Hermione moaned louder now, she heard Lyra chuckle. Gripping her wand, she quickly cast at the door and muttered,

"Muffliato"

She heard Lyra chuckle as her lips descended Hermione's neck. Kissing her way over the tops of her breasts, Lyra dragged her teeth across the soft skin there. Hermione's moan vibrated through the office. Hermione felt Lyra pull her top from her shoulders, and was unsure when Lyra had unbuttoned it. Lyra swiftly undid the bra and Hermione pulled Lyra closer, fumbling with her trousers. It was messy and Hermione didn't care. Hermione kissed Lyra harder, she was almost sure she drew blood when she bit Lyra's lip as the blonde dragged her fingers across soaked underwear. Hermione's hips had a mind of their own as they bucked upwards. Lyra slid her fingers past Hermione's underwear as Hermione tried to make sense of what was happening. She was sat on Lyra's desk desperate to let the tall blonde Malfoy have her way with her.

"Lyra" Hermione tried and moaned as Lyra's fingers brushed her sensitive bud. Lyra's lips busy on her the sensitive buds of breasts. Panting Hermione brought Lyra's lips to her own. Lyra kissed her feverishly as Lyra's fingers slid into her. Hermione moaned wantingly. Lyra tested her for a second with one before adding a second. Hermione hated the whimper in desperation that passed her lips. Lyra removed her fingers from her and Hermione groaned in want. Lyra chuckled removing her underwear like it was nothing, that nothing they were doing was wrong. Hermione pulled the tall Malfoy back to her, removing the bra that contained Lyra's pert breasts. Kissing Lyra's neck Hermione barely had time to think before Lyra's fingers were giving her exactly what her body wanted. Hermione moaned as the two fingers entered her swiftly. She couldn't contain her moan as Lyra's fingers sought out her clit. Lyra plunged her fingers repeatedly into her and kissed her deeply desperate to keep the moans between them. It didn't take long, in fact, if Hermione hadn't slept with Lyra at the age of seventeen she would have been mortified. Hermione shook as the edge she had been desperate to reach came into view, she shook beneath Lyra's touch. An arched back and a final swirl of Lyra's thumb and she was gone. Shivering and her thighs shaking Hermione came harder than she had in months. Panting, Hermione kissed Lyra deeply who chuckled holding her tightly. They stayed like that, gentle kisses passed between them in silence until they heard Blaise's voice. They quickly dressed, Hermione didn't dare saying anything. She had just had sex with someone that wasn't her boyfriend, fiance whatever. Lyra watched Hermione out of the corner of her eye, conscious of the thought process she could see Hermione having.

"Sickle for your thoughts?" Lyra asked as she watched Hermione do up her dress,

"This shouldn't have happened" Hermione whispered,

"Why cause you feel bad that poor old Rony might find out?" Lyra asked with a roll of her eyes as she picked up some fallen parchment,

"Lyra-" Hermione tried, but at that point, her office door swung open

"Lyra, there you are" Blaise grinned. Hermione saw him quickly take in her and Lyra's dishevelled look,

"Am I interrupting?" He asked his grin widening,

"Absolutely not" Lyra sneered, "I believe Miss Granger was just leaving" Lyra stated.

Hermione could see the clenched jaw. With a small sigh she left collected her discarded bag from the floor and walked out, she was mortified to hear Blaise whisper as she walked past,

"You missed a button Granger"

As always, I always look forward to your comments.

For those interested the song I used for Lyra and Blaise's dance is Carry You Home by Ward Thomas and the dance they do is similar to a Viennese Waltz.

Until next time!