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The sound of the loud, ringing bell echoed through the school making it known that the period was over.
Teddy lazily played with a pencil.
He rolled it around the desk using his finger and then mind. Taking it to the very edge of the desk, only to the edge.
No one noticed, not a soul was looking at him.
The everyday mundane sounds of school surrounded him.
Lively chatter of the other children, the teachers talking in the corridor and a whimper from the back of the class.
It was nothing new, the new kid would always whimper during the break.
Muggle school was a drag but his grandmother insisted. She wanted him to have a rounded upbringing, whatever that meant.
So, here he was sitting in the middle of a smelly classroom while his peers stuffed their faces with chips and other Muggle goodies.
The gummy bears were particularly good.
His previous class was boring. The teacher explained math. He was able to solve equations faster than she could.
He made the grave mistake of pointing it out.
It had it not gone well.
His strict grandmother had been called down to school.
She smiled and listened politely through the Principles animated complaint while he hung his head and stared at his shoes.
Once home, he got a severe talking to about respecting one's elders and his stack of video games were taken away for a month.
It was a small price to pay, Teddy recalled with a cheeky grin.
Public school was a metaphoric jungle he thought wisely.
The physically strong and insecure preyed on the weak.
Thank Merlin, he had friends.
Like a puppy licking its wounds, the whimpering increased.
He glanced at the new boy, he had no friends making him an easy target.
They were pushing him around, Teddy heard the boy...Morgan…. was that his name? Snivel in fright.
"Miss your mommy do you?" The biggest boy leered
Morgan cowered, his hand covering his head protectively.
"Always off in your little dream world," snickered the boy to the left.
"Freak!" They screamed in unison at the terrified boy.
Teddy felt his body flinch at the word
The other children averted their eyes, wanting to help but scared to do anything.
Teddy listened intently but continued to push his pencil to the edge while his friends turned to watch the nasty boys bully Morgan.
"What's this then?" The left boy asked grabbing the item that was clutched in Morgan's hand.
Stuttering the terrified boy answered, "A..a..chocolate frog."
Teddy's interest perked, he lost control and the pencil fell to the floor.
Not bothering to pick it up, he turned his head to stare at the boy looking at his bullies with tears in his eyes.
Was Morgan a wizard?
Teddy got to his feet, his friends watched in concern as he approached the bullies.
Moving in between Morgan and the biggest bully, Teddy narrowed his eyes and said, "Leave him alone."
The boy laughed displaying a chipped tooth and raspy breath, "Says who then? You?"
Crossing arms over his chest, Teddy replied darkly, "Yes me."
Happy to have a new target, the bullies left Morgan and rounded on Teddy.
Leering and sneering as they stood around him, they were bigger than him and towered over him by inches.
Refusing to back down, Teddy balled his hands into fists.
The biggest of the lot grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt.
Teddy smirked and locked eyes with the boy, "Come on then do your worst and you will live to regret it Muggle."
The word slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Just so the boy holding him could see, he shifted his eye colour to a single black.
Terrified the large boy let him go and stumbled back falling to the ground.
Stepping close, Teddy muttered, "Leave him alone."
The boy scrambled across the floor to get away and nodded vigorously.
The other boys backed off fast and rushed to help their friend.
Smirking, Teddy stepped over the fallen boy and took his seat.
A teacher walked in, "Come on now get to your seats."
Austin, Paul and Jane turned to look at him in amazement.
Hurriedly everyone went back to their desks.
Pulling out a piece of white chalk, she started to write on the board.
"Now have you all given thought to Career day?" Miss Thompson asked the class in general.
She was one of the prettier and more intelligent teachers.
Most nodded, some groaned and Teddy sulked, his mind far away.
Everyone would bring a parent.
Jane would bring her mother; she was a doctor.
Paul would bring his dad; he was a contract builder.
Austin would definitely bring his dad, he owned the three arcade centres in town.
He had no one, it was going to suck.
Confidently, he put up his hand.
Miss Thompson smiled at her bright student, "Yes Teddy?"
"I don't have parents, who should I bring?" He asked, coming straight to the point.
Her pretty face fell with sadness, she shifted awkwardly, "A relative or a guardian will do."
Teddy hated the look of pity he received. The aww…you poor orphan look.
He slid further down the hard wooden chair.
A relative? Draco?
A guardian? Harry?
Morgan looked at him in awe.
He counted the days till he started at Hogwarts
Uncle Harry was an Auror, that pretty much ruled him out. Not like he could walk into a Muggle classroom and start talking about law enforcement in the wizarding world.
Draco was a businessman, he could. But would he come?
A definite possibility.
Teddy caught Morgan glance at him and he smiled friendlily.
The class droned on.
Finally, the bell went off and Jane, Paul and Austin crowded around his desk.
"That was brilliant," Paul said aloud.
Austin laughed and Jane voiced her disapproval, "They could have really hurt you."
Teddy shrugged and smiled sheepishly.
A small cough made them turn around.
"Thank you, Teddy," Morgan spoke slowly concentrating on his feet.
"Where did you get a chocolate frog?" Teddy asked with interest.
Morgan shifted anxiously, his eyes darting towards the others.
"I need to speak to Morgan, catch you in a bit then?" Teddy told the others.
Exchanging nervous looks, they moved away chatting among themselves.
Putting his hand inside his black backpack, Morgan pulled out a wrapped chocolate frog, "My mom gave it to me, we are…er..."
Cutting him off Teddy asked the gangly ten-year-old with sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes, "Morgan, are you a wizard?"
He turned beet red and hurriedly looked around to see if anyone was listening.
Satisfied, Morgan smiled shyly, "I know all about you and your parents."
Teddy puffed his chest out proudly.
Looking at Teddy, he added in awe, "They were very brave."
Teddy knew the story, he had heard it all his life but sometimes he wondered why his mother and father had both gone to war.
Surely one could have stayed with their only son.
Morgan squeezed into the desk next to him and they spoke in great detail about the wizarding world.
Like him, Morgan was waiting for his Hogwarts letter.
"I hope I'm in Ravenclaw like my mom and dad, what about you Teddy?" He asked eagerly.
"Gryffindor, like my dad, mom was in Hufflepuff and an Auror but I want to be sorted into Gryffindor like my uncle Harry," Teddy confessed his true feelings.
Morgan dropped his juice box, his eyes widened, "You know Harry Potter?"
Teddy almost laughed, "He's my Godfather."
Morgan blinked, his mouth open in awe.
Teddy got to his feet and gestured Morgan to follow him with a nod of his head, "Come on Morgan, ill introduce you to the rest."
Happily, Morgan got up and followed Teddy outside.
His first friend.
Ginny leaned against the door watching her husband stuff clothes into a large backpack.
She smiled lovingly, Harry was the love of her life.
To the world, he was the saviour of the wizarding world but behind closed doors, he was much more.
A sweet, loving, caring man and an amazing father.
Fondly, Ginny recalled dinner from a few weeks ago with Hermione and Draco.
They were such a disgustingly sweet couple.
Ginny couldn't help but think how beautiful their babies would be.
"Weasley, your cooking is certainly getting better," Draco teased her openly.
Sneering, she pointed her fork at him aggressively, "Shut up Malfoy."
Hermione took a sip of wine and reached for Draco's hand under the table.
He took it eagerly and grinned.
They spoke of the upcoming Quidditch world cup and which matches would be worth watching.
After dinner, Hermione helped Ginny clear the table and Harry and Draco took James into the other room.
The active toddler zoomed around the room, Draco picked him and settled him on his shoulder.
"So tall…" James cooed excitedly.
They sat around the warm fireplace, drinking Firewhisky.
Exchanging a look with Hermione, Draco cleared his throat.
She encouraged him wholeheartedly.
"Potter, there's something I want to run by you," Draco told a rather surprised Harry Potter.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Go on mate."
Ginny chimed in excitedly, "You buggers are engaged aren't you?"
Draco paled, he was already white as alabaster but this new shade put it to shame.
Hermione nudged her friend and rolled her eyes.
Draco's regained his composure, his eyes sparkled and he winked at Ginny, "That's for another time."
Hermione stared at her boyfriend.
Was that a hint? What was he trying to say?
"We Slytherins take an annual trip, just the boys that sort of thing," Draco started to explain.
Harry listened intently, he knew all about the legendary Slytherin Silver Trio trip.
Draco's voice cracked with emotion, he looked sad, "We haven't gone since Theo passed and Blaise and I thought we would this year."
Harry patted Draco's shoulder and nodded understandably.
Taking a sip, he let the liquid burn his throat, "We were wondering whether you would like to join?"
Harry froze his drink halfway to his mouth. He stared at Draco like he was stark raving mad.
A happy, yet relaxed smile spread across his stubbled face.
In all honesty, Harry could not remember the last time he had a boys night out.
Perking up excitedly, Harry replied, "That sounds brilliant Malfoy, I'm honoured you thought of me."
"Blaise thought it was a good idea too," Draco added kindly.
Theo could never be replaced but Potter was a good second.
Harry zipped up the bag and turned to watch his wife daydream.
A small smile on her face, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the pair of shoes near the dresser.
Creeping up to her quietly, making sure not to disturb, he gathered her in his arms.
"Ginny are you sure you will be ok?" He asked kissing her eagerly.
Locking her arms around his neck, she replied between kisses, "I'm positive darling."
He kissed along her neck, "You think Hermione will be pissed?"
"Probably," Ginny muttered tugging Harry towards the bed.
He frowned and stared at his wife.
Ginny rolled her eyes and pulled him to her, "Go! She will be fine."
Pulling the t-shirt over his head, He smiled joining his wife in bed.
This was one trip he was looking forward too.
At their weekly pint, Harry mentioned it to Ron.
The red-headed man had been livid and green with jealously.
"Going on a trip with the Slytherins?" Ron mused, banging his glass on the bar counter before ordering another.
Harry rolled his eyes and sipped his pint.
Impudent child, he thought.
Wearing her pyjama bottoms and a tight grey t-shirt, Hermione brought her legs up and tucked them snugly under her.
Her novel was interesting, enthralled by it, she eagerly skimmed through the pages.
Draco watched her for a few seconds and dropped his large bag on the floor.
The loud thud cut through the pin-drop silence, making her jump.
She acknowledged him lazily.
Her expression solemn, she tore her gaze away from his penetrating eyes and continued to read her book.
His smell was working its way into her nose and mind. It radiated off him in pleasant waves of manliness.
Hermione stared at the book, but she was far from concentrating on its content.
She watched his movements through lowered eyelashes.
Black linen pants and shirt to watch. Draco Malfoy, her handsome and charismatic boyfriend, soon to be surrounded by bikini-clad women from all over the world.
That revelation did not sit well with her, she had a tough time dealing with the women in the Greater London area let alone the world.
Ignoring her, Draco went to the kitchen and pinned a piece of parchment to the fridge.
Pointing at it, he raised his voice enough to get her attention, "The hotel details are on the paper. If you need me for anything, call me or send a Patronus."
Pretending to be engrossed in the novel, she purposely ignored him.
Draco narrowed his eyes, a frown formed on his face, "Granger, are you not going to say anything."
Rubbing her ring, Hermione flipped the pages of the book with more violence than necessary.
Closing the distance between them, he knelt by his witch.
Reaching for her hand, he whispered, "Do you want me to stay?"
Bringing her head up from the book, she looked deep into his eyes and felt a shiver up her spine.
Taking her hand out of his grasp, she replied indifferently, "No, that won't be necessary."
Pressing his lips down into a thin line and frustrated with her behaviour, Draco got to his feet.
He turned to leave and said, "I have to go Blaise and Potter are waiting for me. I love you, Hermione."
She went back to pretending to read her book and muttered, "Have a good trip."
He bent to kiss her lips but she turned her cheek.
White-hot anger shot through him and he said through clenched teeth, "Don't you think you've punished me enough?"
"My heart can't take much more of this," Draco pleaded painfully.
Purposely, she ignored his outburst and continued to read.
Draco groaned in frustration, "Don't do anything stupid while I'm away. You are my life, never forget that."
She did not comment.
Shaking his head in anger, he turned to leave.
Her hand came out of nowhere and held onto his wrist tightly enough for her nails to dig in.
Hermione got to her feet and crushed her lips against Draco's.
Small fingers ran through his hair holding his head firmly to hers.
Merlin, he felt so fucking good.
Potter and Blaise could just about go to hell at this point.
Draco went to lift Hermione off the ground but she stepped out his embrace and pushed him back hard.
Running her tongue along her bottom lip, she muttered, "Be safe, I'll see you when you get back."
His lips curved upwards in a sexy smile.
Smirking, Hermione added sarcastically, "Do try to keep it in your trousers darling."
Snarky, little…bit….witch.
The smile vanished to be replaced by a sneer.
Throwing the strap of the bag across his chest, he threw her one last look of contempt and left.
Arriving at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Draco violently pulled at the strap of his bag until Harry threw the door open and he stepped in.
Catching on to the radiating anger, Harry asked concerned, "Mate, are you ok?"
Draco nodded and hissed, "Fuck this. Let's go have some fun."
Ginny stood by, watching them get ready to use the Portkey.
"Have fun," she told them all with a bright smile.
"Thanks, red," Blaise quipped.
Draco went to stand next to Ginny, "Look after my girl?"
Ginny shoved him playfully, "Always."
Harry dropped a quick kiss to Ginny's lips and picked up James in a hug.
Placing the squirming toddler on the floor, he pulled out a silver cup.
With a final wave at Ginny, they touched it and disappeared.
James clapped excitedly, marvelled by their disappearing magic trick.
They arrived on the beach a little way off the hotel.
Slipping on dark shades, Draco ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the sky.
The weather was warm and fell graciously over his skin.
Blaise did the same but sported dark blue lenses rather than the traditional black.
Harry tugged on the strap of his bag and they all walked up to the extravagant entrance of The Legian Bali.
Near the Balinese shores of Seminyak Beach, The Legian Bali was an impressive and luxurious hotel with many breathtaking views around it.
They walked through the lobby to be greeted by a lovely bunch of ladies with cleansing towels and refreshing drinks.
Harry patted himself on the back for agreeing to be a part of this epic two-day getaway.
Draco strode confidently to the front desk and gave his name.
They had booked the suite.
Blaise looked around approvingly, scanning the surroundings and drinking up the warm sun.
Once inside, each man picked a room, dropped their bags and hurriedly changed into shorts before emerging.
"It's fucking awesome!" Blaise bellowed.
Harry fell onto the couch and sighed, "I could get used to this."
Draco expertly poured them drinks, handing them out he raised his glass, "To Theo."
Blaise grinned, "To the cocky bastard."
Harry smiled, "To a good man."
Hermione wanted to get some sleep before heading into work but it evaded her with purpose.
Frustrated, she punched her pillows repeatedly.
Feeling lost and alone, she wished for Draco and then to her surprise Theo.
It was early, dressing fast, she apparated to the Foundation.
Taking her time, Hermione walked along the gardens of Nott Manor, touching the spray of fresh water that erupted from the angel fountain.
Students walked around, noses buried in books, some holding hands and few snogging behind the many columns.
She smiled to herself and remembered her time with Draco inside their private dorm.
Her parting words to him pulled at her insides. It was bitchy, pointless and hurtful.
Few students recognized her and they stood up straight, smiling at her awkwardly like she was the Headmistress.
She motioned for them to relax, they were but a few years younger than herself but her eyes held the truth of her experiences.
At such a youthful age, Hermione was no stranger to pain and tragedy.
Professor McGonagall had graciously stirred them towards a brilliant old colleague of hers.
They had met Professor Araminta Wood and at once known she was the right person for the job.
A distant relative of Oliver Wood, Araminta was good-natured and ran the school with a soft heart and occasional iron fist.
Hermione engaged one of the older students in conversation, they spoke right up to the Potions room.
Smiling, the freckled girl politely excused herself.
Looking at the thick oak door, Hermione sighed.
Her palms felt sweaty, she had not seen Theo since his bold declaration that she could "finally be happy" with Draco.
Life with Theo had always been content, easy, it just flowed naturally.
No bumps, hiccups, fits of jealous outrage or possessive claiming of bodies.
Her body shuddered at the memory of Draco making love to her.
He was intense about everything related to her and it turned her on to no end.
She pushed the door open, it creaked in protest.
Taking a step inside, Hermione turned to lock the door when a familiar voice spoke to her.
"This is a pleasant surprise," came the good-natured voice of Theo.
Nervously, she rubbed her arms purposely avoiding the tall man in the portrait.
"I'm sorry I haven't come by," Hermione felt the need to apologize.
Theo smiled in his boyishly handsome way, "Our last meeting upset you."
Looking into the large oil painting, she replied harshly, "Yes it did. How could you believe I was not happy with you?"
Keeping the book aside, Theo sighed.
Hermione pleaded, "I was so happy with you."
Theo's stern voice interrupted her, "Let it go, darling. I'm dead it no longer matters."
She flinched at his harsh statement.
He continued to look at her oddly and said, "You look pale. What is the matter?"
Pulling a comfortable chair up to the portrait, Hermione sobbed the events of the charity auction and what followed.
Theo listened intently and towards the end snorted.
"Come off it Hermione, do you believe Draco would cheat on you?" He mused, his eyes crinkling with laughter.
Softening at Hermione's upset face, Theo added seriously, "He is hopelessly in love with you and now that he has you there's no way he will fuck it up by sleeping with Tracy Davis."
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, "I know he didn't. I trust him. I'm just upset that the whole world had to see the bloody thing."
Tears clouded her vision as she sadly told him, "We have enough issues with everyone accepting our relationship without adding more hay to the fire."
Theo came as close as he could, "You are smarter than this. Where is the bloody wanker?"
Smiling, she replied, "They've gone on the annual Slytherin trip."
Letting out a whistle, Theo asked in interest, "Nice, where too?"
"Bali, Harry has gone with them," Hermione answered warmly.
"Those bitches, Bali was on my bucket list," Theo roared with laughter.
She rolled her eyes.
"Potter is replacing me? He hardly has my sense of humour," Theo told her confidently.
Standing up, Hermione touched the portrait and firmly replied, "No one could ever replace you, my love."
He eyed the bundle of flowers, "Are those for my tombstone?"
Inhaling deeply, she replied lovingly, "Yes and our daughters."
His usual jovial face, fell apart, "You never told me it was a girl."
Choking back a sob, Hermione touched his face adoringly, "I never got the chance too."
The grandfather clock in the room chimed loudly making her jump.
"Blast, is that the time? I need to get to work," she muttered miserably.
"Come see me again," Theo told her eagerly.
She blew him a kiss and hurried out of the room and towards the marble tombstones at the far end of the grounds.
Teddy dropped his school back clumsily on the kitchen floor and slid into a chair at the table.
Andromeda stirred a pan, bubbling and oozing with cheese.
"Gran," Teddy tried to get Andromeda's attention.
"Hmm..." she replied eyeing the pot and tapping it with her wand.
His voice sad, he informed, "I need someone to come with me for career day at school."
Andromeda closed her eyes fighting the tears that surfaced.
The wind rustled around them and knocked over a plate.
It never made it to the ground, Teddy stopped it midair with his mind.
Putting on a happy face, Andromeda turned to face her beloved grandson, "You can ask Harry."
Teddy frowned, "He's an Auror, how is he going to explain his job to Muggles?"
Absentmindedly playing with a fork, he hesitated, "I thought I might ask er...Draco."
Andromeda felt relief wash over her, perking up she enthusiastically replied, "That is a marvellous idea, he works with Muggles and he is quite a successful businessman."
Teddy's face split into a wide smile, "Will you owl him Gran?"
She wiped her hands on a rag and answered, "Of course darling, go wash up and let's have lunch."
Staring after the retreating and appeased figure of Teddy, she let the tears fall freely.
Andromeda hoped he understood his parent's sacrifice.
After lunch and another round of scotch, they went by the pool that overlooked the beach.
The view was staggeringly beautiful.
Eyes open wide behind his thick black Ray-Bans Draco saw the scanty clad beautiful women eye him appreciatively.
Blaise emerged from the pool, water droplets dripping off him, his skin glistened under the unforgiving rays of the sun.
Towelling his hair, he said, "You better put some shit on that pale skin before you burn to a crisp mate."
Letting out a yawn, Draco replied lazily, "Used a spell, I'm good to go."
Pushing himself off the chair, he dived gracefully into the pool doing lap after lap vigorously.
Stopping to catch his breath, Draco leaned against the edge, he felt the many eyes on him.
Couples walked around him holding hands and disgustingly in love.
He missed his witch.
The way they had parted, ate at him unpleasantly.
The large bed in his room was similar to the one back home and closing his eyes he let himself enjoy a vivid shag flashback.
"Hermione, are you home?" Draco called out.
"In here darling," came her throaty reply from his room.
After a hard days work, he tossed his jacket onto the couch and walked into the room loosening his tie.
He froze, a lump formed in his throat.
His mouth dry, he swallowed hard.
Naked and in nothing but a red thong that barely covered her lady bits, Hermione lounged across the bed provocatively.
Kicking her long smooth legs off the bed, she sashayed over to him.
Damn that skin, so fucking smooth.
His cock started to show signs of life.
Grabbing his silk tie, she let it slide between her fingers pulling him to her lightly.
Her face inches away from his, she leaned in and kissed him softly.
"I've been waiting hours," she pouted, her luscious lips smacking together.
Smirking, Draco moved in closer, "If you told me, I would've blown off that last meeting and come to you."
"That would have ruined the surprise," she complained hotly.
Putting his hands on her hips, Draco pulled Hermione closer.
He kissed her softly at first, his lips barely touching hers and then he pressed hard.
Parting her lips, he slipped his tongue inside applying pressure against hers.
Hermione undid the buttons of his light blue shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders.
She ran her fingers down his torso, lightly running the tips across his scars from the war, the most prominent being the one her dear best friend had given him.
His finger's tangled themselves in her hair, holding her captive against his lips.
Expertly, Hermione undid the button of his trousers and pulled the zip down slowly.
His bludge was impressive already, pushing his trousers down she cupped it and felt him flinch.
Breaking free of his kiss, she kissed her way down his chest, on her knees, she eyed his cock straining the material of his briefs.
Draco groaned, bucking into her.
Running her hands up his thighs, she slipped her fingers inside and pulled the pair of black briefs down.
Eager to be out of the confinement, his eight inches of glory hung mid-air.
Curling her lip with her teeth, she took his girth in her hands.
Moving her hand slowly up and down his shaft, she brought out the beads of pre-cum.
It came in steady streams, licking her lips she placed her lips to his head and twirled her tongue around it.
Hermione looked up at Draco, he had his eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure.
Slowly, she guided his cock down her throat.
"Fuck Hermione," Draco groaned aloud.
Massaging his ball sac, Hermione guided his cock down her warm throat.
Draco started bucking into her mouth, his long fingers ran up her cheek, into the wild curls of hair and grasped onto the back of her head.
She felt the throbbing nerves, using her teeth she grazed the skin.
He thrust into her awaiting hotness.
Satisfied Hermione increased her movement sucking tightening her mouth around his cock.
"Granger..." Draco muttered rocking back and forth.
The sound of her sucking his cock, cut through the silence.
With a hard suck of his head, she let go.
"Hermione what the fuck," Draco hissed.
Kissing up his body, she rose and kissed him full on the lips.
Passionately locking lips with him, she backed him towards the bed.
His legs gave out and holding her firmly around the waist, she toppled with him onto the bed.
Straddling him, Hermione moved her thong to the side and lowered herself onto his rock hard erection.
Draco held her waist, his fingers dug into her skin leaving a bruising mark.
Hermione took him in relentlessly.
Inch by inch…
Throwing her head back, her hair fell wildly around her face, she let out a loud moan when he was all the way in.
Running his fingers up her stomach, Draco cupped a breast, squeezing the nipple between his fingers.
Fuck, she started to move.
Slowly at first, her cunt held him tight.
The walls of her pussy milked him moving against his girth fluidly.
"Tell me you want me Draco," Hermione demanded building up a beautiful rhythm.
He loved it when she talked during sex, "I want you always."
She increased her movement, his cock twitched against her walls.
"Does that feel good baby?" she asked seductively.
Cupping both her breasts, he itched to flick his tongue across the hardened nipples, "Granger, it feels fucking awesome."
Raising her buttocks, he propped her against his thighs and started to fuck her.
Pounding into her with the intensity of his need.
The skin of her buttocks rippled under his aggressive assault.
Her palms on his chest, she braced herself for the impending storm that swirled around her clit.
"Come for me witch," Draco growled dangerously.
His silky voice gave her that extra push, her mouth parted and a shuddering moan tore through her lips.
Hermione threw her head back as her body convulsed with the sheer magnitude of her orgasm.
Draco pounded into her, "You fucking own me, Granger," he moaned and pushed her down hard on his manhood erupting inside the sleek warmth.
Her orgasm still upon her, her cunt dripped with a combination of their come.
Small dulcet noises, escaped her lips.
Exhausted, her legs gave out and she fell onto his chest.
His arms went around her protectively.
Mine, always.
"I could get used to this," He kissed her forehead.
Draco hardly had time to blink, a large beach ball hit him smack in the middle of his face.
Harry and Blaise doubled over with laughter.
"Oi, wanker get your head out of the clouds and join us," Blaise roared.
Laughing, Draco waded across the pool to join them.
The day went by, the sun took its leave and the beautiful moon that took it's place shined brightly against the evening sky.
Hermione pushed the small button and heard the loud ring of the bell echo through the house.
Ginny opened the door almost at once and they exchanged hugs.
After lunch, Ginny had called Hermione and insisted she come over in the evening.
Grateful for some girly time, she had agreed without hesitation.
The only drawback being she had to leave early to catch Justin and Ryan for a round of drinks at the Leaky Cauldron.
James ran around Hermione's leg and she pulled out a flashy Muggle toy.
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
Smiling at the excited toddler, Hermione offered, "It's a remote control train, Harry knows how to operate it."
Hermione followed her red-headed best friend to the living room.
"Drink?" Ginny asked.
Helping James with the train, Hermione looked up and replied, "Butterbeer please."
Ginny returned with bottles of butterbeer and an assortment of cupcakes.
Hermione eyed the cupcakes with amused interest, "Really Gin? Cupcakes?"
"I get so bloody bored," Ginny replied bitterly.
Hermione took a chocolate one with strawberry frosting and bit into it delicately.
The flavour exploded in her mouth and she moaned, "These taste so good."
She wiped the frosting out of the corner of her mouth.
Looking over her best friend, Ginny exclaimed, "You look skinny."
Frowning, Hermione retorted, "Gee, thanks Gin."
They sat down on the carpet.
Taking a long swig, Ginny started to speak, "Hermione it's the Prophet, it's a bunch of pathetic garbage."
Then eyeing Hermione cautiously, she asked, "Did you give him a chance to explain?"
Nodding quickly, she replied, "I didn't need to ask, he told me his side. She got drunk, he saw her back. Nothing happened or so he says."
Ginny scoffed, "You have absolutely no reason to doubt Malfoy."
Hermione hesitated, "And er...she called me."
Almost spitting out her drink, Ginny asked wide-eyed, "What? Davis called you?"
Rolling her eyes, she answered her best friend, "Ya, she er...explained things."
Ginny nodded her approval, "That woman is decent, she fought for the Order during the battle."
Looking away, Hermione replied, "I know."
Laughing manically Ginny retorted, "So the Prophet crucified him for being a bloody gentleman."
Shaking her head, she mused, "Besides if we believed everything in the Prophet then you and Harry have a love child hidden away and Ron is intelligent."
Letting out a loud laugh, Ginny concluded, "The latter being the crazier of the two."
Hermione doubled over with laughter.
Composing herself, she looked Ginny straight in the face and said, "There's more Gin, the horrible rumours that surround Draco and me. The one I find most difficult to stomach is the one where I never loved Theo."
Her eyes clouded over with fresh tears, "I loved him, still love him."
Growing angry, Hermione spat, "He was my husband, Draco and I never did a damn thing while I was married."
Ginny squeezed her hand, "I know Mi, I can only imagine what you must be going through."
Choking back a sob, she continued, "It kills me and when these headlines make the front page it gives the world more ammunition against us."
"I agree with you there," Ginny nodded understandably.
They sat in silence, Hermione picked up another cupcake and took a large bite.
Getting to her feet, Ginny asked curiously, "Did you say something to Draco before he left?"
Her blood ran cold, "No..er…why?"
Shrugging, Ginny said, "No reason, he looked gutted before they left."
Hermione's face fell with shame. It had been unfair to treat him like that
But she was angry, hurt and rationally angry about the Prophet.
She followed Ginny to the kitchen and fished out a red lip gloss and eyeliner.
"Where are you going?" The fiery redhead asked her suspiciously.
Looking at the small mirror by the cupboard, Hermione replied, "Meeting the office lot for a quick drink."
Raising an eyebrow, Ginny questioned, "Office lot?"
Satisfied, Hermione smacked her lips, "Justin and Ryan."
Hands-on her hips, Ginny retorted sternly, "Do you think it's wise? Harry told me all about Ryan. He sounds like a complete arsehole.
Hermione shrugged and took Ginny's hands in hers, "I promise nothing will happen."
Ginny had no fate, "Just be careful."
"Always," Hermione replied with a cheeky smile.
They were already at the Leaky Cauldron when she walked in.
Her phone buzzed, she took it out and smiled.
Can we go back to being us?
"Granger," Ryan called out.
Waving at him, she punched in her reply and pressed send.
I have a surprise for you later. Having a drink with Justin and Ryan. Talk later?
Sidestepping patrons, she slid into the booth next to Justin and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Ryan signalled the bartender and ordered three glasses of champagne.
Justin and Hermione looked at him, surprise evident on their faces.
"It's not everyday Miss Granger joins us," he drawled.
Justin laughed and shook his head.
Dropping her voice, Hermione asked, "How did the mission go?"
"It went very well, I'm dead on my feet though," Justin replied.
Draining his drink, he continued, "We have word he's hiding out in Scotland. At least we flushed him out of London. It's a matter of time before we catch him."
She smiled with relief and squeezed his hand, "Do be careful."
He returned her smile, "I had to push back my departure by another two weeks."
Ryan was having an animated conversation with the woman next to him.
She hung onto each word out of his mouth and Justin rolled his eyes.
Giving Hermione his full attention, Justin lowered his voice and asked, "I saw the article, are you er...ok?"
She twirled the olive around her drink and popped it into her mouth, "Ya, I'm fine."
Ryan tucked a strand of red hair behind the woman's ear and Hermione snorted loudly.
He shot her a look, leaning over Justin, Ryan whispered, "Want to get together tonight?"
She glared and shoved him.
Getting to his feet, he ignored the woman and took Hermione's hand, "Come on Granger, let's dance."
Despite her protests, he twirled her and pulled her firmly against his chest.
"You smell amazing," He hissed in her ear, she felt his hot breath invade her space.
Her pocket vibrated, pushing him back, she fished it out.
It was Harry. Hermione knew Draco would make him call.
Connecting the call, she purposely moved away from the irked American.
"Hermione I can't hear you," came Harry's impatient voice.
The loud chatter of the pub drowned Harry's voice out.
Draco was beside himself, "Can't hear her? Where the fuck is she Potter?"
Harry shrugged, still holding the mobile firmly to his ear.
Blaise snorted into his drink, Draco had always been possessive but this was just pathetic.
"How's the trip, Harry?" Hermione asked, her voice clearer having moved away from the crowd.
"It's really good. Er...where are you?" Harry questioned cautiously.
Hermione laughed, "Is Draco asking?"
The silence that followed was pierced by Ryan's drunken slur, "Come on Granger, it's your turn to do a shot."
"SHOTS?" Draco roared. His eyes wide with disbelief.
What the flying fuck was Hermione doing?
Blaise fixed him with a look and said, "Draco, calm your tits."
Draco threw his hands up in the air and raged, "That motherfucker is trying to get her drunk so he can fuck her."
"I got to go, Harry, have fun, tell the boys I said hi," Hermione shouted into the phone.
They heard the loud music as the line went dead
"BOYS? I AM HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND," Draco bellowed.
Blaise rolled his eyes, "You have issues mate."
Fixing his best friend with an icy glare, he replied, "Piss off Blaise."
Draco sulked in the corner nursing his drink.
"Let's head out mate," Blaise offered draining his drink in one go.
Harry got to his feet at once and looked over at Draco sympathetically.
He reluctantly got to his feet
"Wipe that shit off your face Drake, we aren't here to fucking mope," Blaise warned.
Draco rolled his eyes and then laughed, "Let's go get drunk."
Drowning his sorrows seemed like a smashing idea.
The bar was brilliantly lit and tourists from all over the world surrounded the area.
Blaise eyed the women who noticed them.
A long-haired blonde in a string bikini passed them, purposely knocking into Draco.
He caught her before she fell. Giggling she shifted her feet nervously.
Raising an eyebrow, Draco ignored her and went after his friends.
At the bar, they ordered flaming sambuca shots.
Blaise had a death wish and wanted them all to join him in hell.
Harry eyed the flaming shot cautiously.
The blue flames ignited and swirled dangerously.
Taking one each, they stood around looking at each other.
"Fucking pussies," Blaise roared and downed the shot.
He let out a satisfied groan.
Draco and Harry clinked the small glasses and followed suit.
The liquid burnt their throats and Harry hid a cough.
They would live to fight another day.
Leaning against the bar, Blaise took in the surroundings.
A girl came to stand by him wearing cut off shorts and bikini top.
"Hey!" She drawled in an American accent.
Blaise smirked, "Well hello there."
She looked him over, he was grateful he stayed in great shape.
Harry sucked in his small protruding gut.
Draco noticed and took a sip and laughed.
"If Ginny could see you now," Draco mused.
"I'm married Malfoy not fucking dead," Harry replied playfully.
They clinked glasses and turned to watch Blaise chatting up the woman.
She had progressed to touching his muscled arms and biting her lip.
"How's everything with Hermione?" Harry asked curiously.
Draco stared into his drink, "She still hates me."
Harry snorted, "She does not hate you."
"Since Theo passed, she's not the same," he added seriously.
Looking away, he stared at nearby ocean, the sound of waves crashing against each other could be lightly heard, Draco sighed, "No one suffers a loss like that and remains the same Potter."
The woman talking to Blaise eyed them, "Would you like to join us?" She asked excitedly pointing out a table of five girls.
Almost at once, the women waved at them.
Blaise waved back enthusiastically, Harry meekly and Draco raised a drink in their direction.
Draco spoke first, "Perhaps, later."
With a final touch, she reached to give Blaise a quick peck on the cheek and left them.
Harry straightened himself up, he was getting a complex standing in between the tall Slytherin men.
One-shot turned to two and Hermione felt a steady buzz.
Ryan was pissed and Justin barely held his own.
Despite Ryan's many advances and pleas to stay for a few more hours.
She bid them goodnight and apparated to her warm cosy flat.
Kicking off her shoes, she padded into the bathroom feeling the cool tiles beneath her painted toes.
Leaning over, she let the water run and fill up.
Walking back to the kitchen, Hermione expertly uncorked a new bottle of wine and poured herself a glass.
Letting her hair loose, she went back into the bathroom and placed the glass within reach.
Discarding the grimy work clothes, she sang into the bliss of the bath salts and bubbles.
Leaning against the cool tub, she gathered bubbles around her.
She lathered herself and let the bath salts work their magic.
Feeling sexy and hot, she wished for Draco.
She had been horrid at letting him leave the way he did.
The man was insatiable and the love of her life.
Alcohol had loosened her, she felt deliciously warm.
Argh...where was he when she needed, craved a good fucking?
Nobody, but nobody fucked her like Draco Malfoy.
Cock aside, his fingers alone did things that made her body scream and come alive.
Hermione remembered her promise.
Reaching for her phone, she tilted it to capture a flattering angle.
She took a provocative picture of herself all lathered and covered in bubbles.
Quickly she punched her txt.
I miss you, my love, come home soon.
Attaching the picture, Hermione grinned and pressed send.
The men sat around a beach fire drinking and eating barbecued pork bits and chicken, they enjoyed a good-natured chat about Quidditch and business.
His phone buzzed and Draco flipped it open lazily thinking it was another bloody work message.
Draco's eyes widened at the image, all feeling head south.
Blaise choked on his drink and coughed loudly.
Sitting next to Draco, he had caught a glimpse of the picture.
Turning to his best friend Draco shoved him hard.
Blaise toppled onto the sand laughing.
He took the phone and walked towards the water, the waves broke pleasantly at his feet.
Looking at the picture, he marvelled at how beautiful her skin was, the way her hair fell around her shoulders.
Draco eagerly punched in his reply.
So beautiful, I want you now.
Pressing send, he decided to call her.
Three rings later she answered.
"Mmm...yes Mr Malfoy," she whispered huskily.
"Shall I Portkey back to you this instant?" Draco asked earnestly. He was dead fucking serious.
Hermione moaned, "I miss your cock in me, pushing inside...slowly."
Draco felt his cock twitch, he swallowed and pleaded, "Babe, stop...Potter and Blaise are here."
She felt her cheeks blush. "Fuck, did they hear me?"
His laughter tickled her senses, "No but Blaise did see the picture."
Quickly sitting up, Hermione cried in alarm, "What?"
Laughing, he reassured her, "Calm down, it was barely a glance."
Relieved, she sank back into the sanctuary of the bathtub.
A silence followed.
"How are you?" Draco asked first cutting through the tension.
"I miss you," Hermione shot out abruptly.
He felt the cool ocean spray on his face, closing his eyes, he said, "I love you, Granger."
She replied at once, "You mean everything to me Draco."
"I want to see you," he growled, despite being apart, she felt his intensity.
"You will soon. I'm sorry for being a bitch," she mused.
His laughter made her smile, she could picture him in her head.
"Get some sleep, I'll see you in two days," Draco told her with a heavy heart.
"I can't wait," Hermione replied eagerly.
"Why don't you join me?" He blurted out.
As tempting as it sounded, Hermione declined, "And ruin tradition? No way! Have fun love."
Huskily, he instructed, "Touch yourself and get off thinking about me."
Her fingers parted her wet pussy lips.
"I'm already doing it Malfoy," she moaned into the phone.
Draco groaned, "You're killing me, woman."
The weather remained favourable, the glorious sun beat down on their bodies relentlessly.
After his phone call with Hermione the night before, Draco felt elevated, his mood had improved drastically.
They had rented jet ski's and Potter wanted to try windsurfing.
Stepping into the awaiting wet suit, he quickly zipped it up.
With an extra bounce to his step, Draco met the other two men in the living room of their luxurious suite.
Blaise eyed him suspiciously, "What the fuck happened to you?"
It was Harry that answered, "He's made up with Hermione."
Snorting into his orange juice, Blaise nodded, "You can finally get your head out of your arse and have fun."
The breakfast spread was impressive since the day entailed plenty of strenuous activity, they decided on having a light breakfast.
Slipping on dark shades, they walked towards the beach.
The sand felt glorious under their toes. Tiny crabs hurried across the surface eagerly and Blaise ran after one trying to catch it.
They had made the right choice by coming to Bali.
Theo, mate...you would have loved it.
Draco could understand why his deceased best friend had put Bali on his bucket list.
Indonesia as a country was exotically beautiful and different from England as night and day.
Even the great Harry Potter was having a great time.
The man took pictures of everything, Draco figured it was to show Ginny when they got back home.
Settling on the jet ski's they took them out for a spin.
The powered engines cut through the small waves effortlessly.
It was an exhilarated high to ride the waves on top of a miniature machine of mayhem.
Blaise and Harry head back to the beach, they ordered lunch and sat back watching Draco do a few more turns.
Lost in the heat of things, Draco took the jet ski further out to sea.
Narrowing his eyes, Blaise got to his feet at once.
Harry saw the large wave building up and on his feet, he shouted, "WATCH OUT MALFOY."
Draco turned to the sound of Potter's panicked voice.
Blaise jumped up and down waving his hands.
They looked minuscule, he was too far out to sea.
Turning the jet ski back towards land, the machine spurted and came to a halt.
Frustrated, Draco tried in vain to start the machine.
His friends were hysterically moving their hands around, pointing and jumping rapidly.
The area around him darkened blocking out the sun.
He turned to see the meters high wave loom over him threateningly.
Draco barely had time to blink.
It crashed down on him and knocked him clean off the stalled jet ski.
The strong currents pulled him under.
Desperately trying to surface, he cursed his stupidity for leaving behind his wand.
The currents pushed him further down, pulling him against his will.
Again, he tried to surface but another wave hit him pulling him down further.
His eyes wide, he stretched his arm up trying to reach the surface.
The undertow strong, it swept him away.
He tossed and turned his body in an effort to swim to the surface.
The undercurrents pushed him further towards the ragged rocks.
Draco tried to swim against the current and away from the dangerous rocks, he was after all an excellent swimmer.
But he was fighting a losing battle.
His body felt weak with the lack of oxygen.
A final current pulled at him mercilessly and his head collided with a jagged rock.
He clutched his head in pain, his mouth opened and salty seawater invaded his body.
Draco felt the searing pain of his head splitting open.
Vision blurred, his blood bled into the water before his eyes.
His last lingering thought was of a beautiful brown-haired woman smiling at him.
The image of her tucking a strand of hair behind her ear was the last thing he remembered.
Hermione...I love you.
Swept up in the strong whirl of currents, despite his best efforts, Draco felt the water fill his lungs.
The ruthless undercurrents kept propelling his lifeless body against the rocks. His long frame crashed on the sharp edges.
He felt his windpipe constrict and breathing cease.
His head thrown back, his eyes closed involuntarily.
Blackness eagerly surrounded and took him deep into its embrace.