Story Notes!

Uh oh... I'm so sorry to leave this story on such a cliffhanger last time... here we are then, finally, here is what happened next!

Well done to the people who had a guess earlier in the story about who was behind the notes, I have to say this was actually quite tricky to write since I've written most of these characters in a really positive light before, If you've read any of my other stories though you'll know I rotate who the bad guy is, and these three pulled the short straw in this!

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Cupid's Arrows

Chapter 23 - "Actually, he didn't do that."

By the time Kreacher and Dobby had finished speaking, Hermione was shaking. Whether that was from rage, sorrow, or even sympathy, she wasn't sure, but she knew one thing for certain; It wasn't Theo in the pictures, and he hadn't cheated on her and Draco.

"Would Miss Hermione like Dobby to fetch her a glass of water?" The tiny elf asked as Kreacher conjured a rather grimy looking handkerchief from a crumpled piece of parchment that had been left lying on the bed.

"Yes, please, Dobby. Thank you." Hermione eyed the grey material suspiciously then blew her nose on it anyway. "And thank you Kreacher. Where are the girls now?" she asked once Dobby had disappeared with a resounding crack.

"Miss Daphne and Miss Tracy are in their Charms class, and Miss Astoria is in her Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson," Kreacher confirmed. Hermione gasped, she had forgotten that she was supposed to be in Charms. Since she was likely to be the only one who hadn't made it to class, her absence was going to be rather noticeable, especially given her usual perfect attendance track record. All things considered, it was a miracle that Theo, Draco, and possibly Harry and Ron hadn't already come looking for her.

"Thank you, Dobby." Hermione took the glass from the tiny elf as he reappeared.

"Would Miss Hermione like Dobby to do anything else?" he asked, looking rather hopeful. "Only Dobby knows a few good curses, nothing too terrible, Miss Hermione understands, Dobby would never use anything that would endanger life, but Dobby could, maybe just maim the people who have hurt Miss Hermione slight-"

"No! Thank you, Dobby, that won't be necessary!" Hermione gasped, spluttering on her drink in alarm. "I can take it from here. Although, there is one more thing you could do for me, in a few minutes you could come with me to Grimmauld Place, just in case I need help retelling the details of the story. That is if you don't mind, of course?"

Both Dobby and Kreacher bowed so low that their noses almost touched the scuffed wooden floor. "It would be an honor Miss Hermione," Dobby squeaked.

"Wait here then, please," Hermione smiled, then turned and hurried away into the Gryffindor boys dormitories. Horrified by how little time was left until the end of class, she stared hesitantly at Harry's untidy trunk, hoping that he would forgive her for what she was about to do.

No matter how she imagined telling any of the boys what had happened, she could only imagine the conversation ending one way, and that was in complete and utter pandemonium. Hermione had listened to the elves' tales, and she had been thoroughly shocked by what she had heard. No matter what dirty, underhanded tricks the girls had pulled, according to both Dobby and Kreacher, they actually did have a reason for acting the way they had. While Hermione could never condone the disgraceful tactics they had used when they could have just been honest about the situation and asked for help directly, she did understand how it felt to be utterly desperate about a problem, and how sometimes it seemed that the only option was to resort to rash measures in an attempt to solve it.

She took a deep breath as she made up her mind. She didn't endorse Daphne or Astoria's actions in any way, and she was having an even harder time understanding Tracy's motives for being involved in the whole unpleasant situation, but, she reminded herself, she hadn't kept her moral compass intact all through a hard fought war, only to lose it now. If she was able to help the girls solve their problem, then that was what she was going to do. She just needed to stop Theo and Draco from running off to confront Daphne and Tracy, and then convince the boys to help her.

Theo and Draco would likely know that something was wrong the moment they saw her. Given both of her boyfriend's prodigious mind reading skills, she knew that her only chance of getting them to Grimmauld Place, which was where she wanted to tell them what had happened, was if they couldn't see her.

Hermione whispered the old password to Harry's trunk security wards and rolled her eyes when it worked, and she realized that he hadn't changed it since the previous summer. "Accio Invisibility cloak," she called, and the bundle of shimmery, silver material flew into her hand. Frowning, Hermione shook off several week's worth of crumbs, a handful of dirty socks, what looked suspiciously like a pair of Pansy's knickers, and an empty chocolate frog wrapper.

Knowing that it was entirely pointless to tell Harry off for his untidiness, some things never changed, after all, she pulled the cloak on, fastened it around herself, then hurried off to the Charms classroom.

Standing invisible in the corridor, waiting for the bell to ring, was one of the most nerve wracking things Hermione had done in a long while. She hoped that given the circumstances, Harry would forgive her for borrowing the cloak. She'd never usually go through his things without asking, but she figured that desperate times called for desperate measures.

Eventually, the bell chimed, and the classroom door flew open, crashing into the castle wall with a loud bang. Hermione was almost flattened in the rush. Theo and Draco were first out of the door, followed by Harry, Ron, Pansy, Blaise, Ginny, Greg, Dean, Seamus, Neville, Millie, Hannah, Lavender, Parvati, and Luna all of whom hurried off up the corridor at top speed, clearly looking for her, and ignoring Professor Flitwick's squeaky shouts for them to slow down and stop acting like stampeding erumpents.

Hermione winced as they all rushed past her. Theo blasted a spell at a group of third years who were blocking the corridor up ahead, and they all skittered out of the way in alarm, glaring at him reproachfully as he passed.

Hannah and Luna briefly stopped to make sure the boy who had tripped in the process of moving so abruptly was okay, then even they dashed off down the corridor leaving Hermione standing under the clock with an incredulous smile on her lips and her heart full of the warmth that having such a caring group of friends brought.

Never in her life had she had friendships like these. What amazed her still further was who their large but tightly knitted new group consisted of, but it seemed that on the inside, Gryffindors and Slytherins weren't so different after all.

Ten minutes later, when every single one of her friends had barreled through the floo and into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, Hermione was still feeling very loved. "Oh Gods!" she blushed, clapping her hands over her mouth as a bemused Sirius wandered into the kitchen, looking thoroughly disheveled and only half dressed.

"You just put that on inside out," Hermione heard Harry hiss to his Godfather. Sirius just smirked, peeled his t-shirt off, and turned it the right way out without bothering to leave the room, while Remus hurried down the stairs, looking equally unkempt and still doing up the buttons on his jeans. "And, that's not even your t-shirt!" Harry continued with a pained wince.

Sirius just grinned as he carded his fingers through his hair. "I like wearing Remus' clothes, they smell of him. Anyway, we didn't know we were expecting quite so many visitors on our morning off," he said, winking at Pansy, who had been openly ogling his bare chest. "We were otherwise engaged. What the hell's going on here, Harry?"

Hermione, who was still hiding under the cloak, heard Harry sigh. "We've got a free period," he said, "and something's going on with Hermione. She missed class, which is unheard of, then she was waiting for us outside the door wearing the invisibility cloak and when she'd caught us all up she said we needed to talk about something serious."

"All of you needed to talk?" Sirius clarified, looking around the crowded kitchen, "as in, your entire year group?"

Hermione emerged from underneath the cloak just as Dobby and Kreacher apparated into the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, Sirius," she said, wringing her hands desperately, "I'm also really sorry if we umm," she blushed, "disturbed you. It's just that this is really important. Something's happened, and I asked Theo and Draco, and then Harry, Ron, and Ginny to come with me, but Pansy, Millie, and Blaise were with them, and well, things kind of escalated from there, and this was, well, this was what happened. We've got a free period though so it's not quite as terrible as it seems!"

"Trust you to worry about that. You're clearly a popular girl, Kitten." Sirius nodded. "What's happened, though?" his grey eyes flashed in alarm at the grimly determined look on Hermione's face as she waved her wand and magically blocked the floo. "Uhh, Kitten? You're locking us in. Seriously now, you're worrying me. What's happened?"

"I'm only locking the floo for a moment, I just don't want anyone marching back through it in a temper just yet," she said, taking a deep breath and eyeing Theo in particular. She took another deep, steadying breath. It was now or never. "All right, everyone," she called, "listen up! I found something on my bed when I went back to the Gryffindor girls dorms to get my things for class this morning. It threw me for a bit, I'll admit, but it's also a good thing because I now know who was behind the notes. All of them." She locked eyes with Hannah, who looked startled, and avoided Draco and Theo's gaze altogether. These photos were left on my bed," she said, holding them face down against her chest, "along with this note. Don't worry, Theo, I know it's not you in the pictures. I've had my suspicions for a while about who was behind these notes, so a week or so ago I asked Dobby and Kreacher to do some investigating for me. And they did brilliantly. They found out everything. I know who's done this, and I know why they've done it. I'm not saying that their reasoning makes any of it right, but I want you all to hear me out before you go rushing off to do anything hasty, please."

Hermione looked up and jolted to see everyone in the room staring at her with varying degrees of concern, and the two elves looking at her with pride filled eyes. "Theo? Can I show these to you privately for a moment?" Theo nodded sharply as he crossed the room. "I promise I know this isn't you in the pictures." She braced herself as he took the photographs from her and stared at them in shock.

"What, the actual FUCK is this all this?" he exclaimed as Draco stepped up beside him. "That's not, I mean, that isn't- that's not ME!"

"I know it's not." Hermione put a hand on his arm as Draco caught sight of the photograph then yanked it out of Theo's hand, looking just as horrified as Hermione had felt earlier in the morning. "I know it's not you!" she said again.

Theo said nothing as he passed the photographs to Blaise, and even his trademark unreadable expression faltered into outright dismay.

A full five minutes later, as Hermione had predicted, the room was in absolute pandemonium. It was only when Seamus finally passed the incriminating photographs back to Hermione, and Ginny stuck two fingers in her mouth to give an ear splitting whistle that Hermione managed to make herself heard once more. "Let me explain what the elves have found out," she said, watching Kreacher and Dobby throw their chests out proudly.

"The girl in these pictures is called Hannah Fawley, and she just happens to be Astoria Greengrass' best friend. Astoria, Daphne, and Tracy Davis are the ones behind the notes. They've been trying to split us up since we first got together, and this is their last ditch attempt to do so. They've used polyjuice potion here to trick us, and Theo, I'm sure that Daphne pushed you into the devil's snare bush that day in herbology so that she could gather your hair for use in the potio-"

"It wasn't Daph who pushed me over," Theo began, looking highly confused, "Neville stumbled into me, and I was off balance anywa-"

"Theo," Neville said quietly, and everyone in the room turned to look at him, "I stumbled because Daphne pushed me into you. It was bizarre, actually, though I didn't question it too much at the time. She just came up to me, shoved me into you, then ran off. It makes perfect sense now though."

Theo just stared at Neville with his mouth slightly open. "But why?" he turned back to Hermione, looking both utterly amazed and extremely hurt. "I don't understand. All three of those girls are lifelong friends of myself and Draco. Why would they do this to us?"

"Because," Hermione said grimly, "The Greengrass family is affected by a blood curse, and Astoria is the latest person to have inherited it. The family believes that the curse will activate when Astoria comes of age. Her seventeenth birthday is on New Year's Eve, and so she has three weeks left before the curse activates. Once the curse activates, it is supposedly impossible to break. Before she turns seventeen, though, it can be broken by a genuine marriage proposal from the heir of a family who is a member of the sacred twenty eight." Hermione bit her lip then stared down at the floor. " It's an ancient, twisted way of ensuring the family only marries purebloods. To put it bluntly, to break this curse, Astoria needs to get engaged to Draco, Theo, or Greg before New Year's Eve. This is why Daphne entered the game but left as soon as she wasn't paired up with one of the three of you. She came to the further game meetings as a way of gathering information that she could use against you all. They've been trying to entice you away or to break us up ever since we got together because they are desperately trying to save Astoria's life."

"Is this a good time to ask why they never targeted us then?" Millie asked, sounding nervous, "Only the Weasley's are a sacred twenty eight family too."

"Yes, but Ron's not the Weasley heir," Sirius explained. "The heir is traditionally the eldest son, which would be Bill."

A long silence greeted these words. "And Tracy?" Pansy asked with a grim scowl, "Why is she involved in all of this?"

"Because she's Daphne's best friend, and also because Theo broke her heart," Hermione said sadly. "Tracy was more hurt by Theo leaving her than she let on." Hermione turned to Theo and reached sadly for his hand, "when Tracy gave you her virginity, she expected that to be some kind of deal sealer. According to the elves, it's nothing to do with blood status for her. She just fell in love with you. She hated the fact that you split up with her, and she blamed myself and Draco for that happening. She went along with the plan because she wanted to help Astoria, but also because she wanted to get back at all three of us."

Eventually, it was Remus who broke the second stunned silence of the visit. "So what are you going to do about it all?" he asked, looking around the room.

The noise level abruptly jumped from nothing to full volume shouting. Hermione stuck her fingers in her ears and squinted desperately at Harry and then Ron, and a silent, wordless conversation passed between the three of them. Harry nodded his agreement straightaway, but Ron, as usual, took a little longer to come around. He rolled his eyes and slumped his shoulders, but eventually, when he could see that she was determined, he nodded his own, reluctant agreement. "Well," Hermione shouted over the clamoring chatter, "I can only speak for myself here, and what you all choose to do is up to you, but I'm going to help them to break that curse another way." She dropped her voice as the room fell silent, "and then I'm never going to speak to any of them ever again.

Hermione didn't make it through double potions that afternoon. Theo walked out after only ten minutes of the lesson had passed, leaving his cauldron semi filled and the beginnings of his girding solution to solidify into a foul smelling, concrete like substance. Professor Slughorn called out after him in surprise, but Theo merely shook his head, glared murderously at Daphne who shrank back in alarm, then stalked out of the door. "Let him go," Draco hissed, but Hermione couldn't. Torn between her own barely started potion and one of the men she loved, she chose Theo and ran out after him.

Draco followed her out, and Professor Slughorn stepped into the corridor in confusion. By the time Hermione had apologized profusely and assured him that all three of them would catch up with the lesson after hours, she had lost sight of Theo. She winced as Slughorn's irritated voice followed them up the corridor, "just because you're too old for detentions, doesn't mean I can't-" but Slughorn's voice faded away as she followed Draco up the stairs and out of the dungeons, and she didn't hear what else he might do.

"When you saw those pictures this morning," Draco said, stopping abruptly at the top of the stairs, grabbing her arm and spinning her around, "did you think it was him?"

The tears Hermione had been holding back all day welled once more in her eyes. She nodded as she sniffed and wiped them dry. "I did for a few minutes, yes. Then I realized that nothing about any of it made sense, so I started to question it. I mean, why would Theo be standing there with bare arms in Hogsmeade in December? And then I looked at the other notes, and the writing matched, and then I found the Slytherin house photos and recognized that girl as Astoria's friend. The elves helped though like I said, I've been suspicious for a while."

Draco nodded. "Are you absolutely sure it wasn't him?" Draco's eyes were slightly wild as he stared at her.

"One hundred percent," she nodded. "In fact, if you want solid proof, Kreacher actually saw them take the polyjuice potion. I'm totally, one hundred percent sure Theo didn't do it. But you seem to need a lot of convincing on this. Why are you so suspicious of him?"

Draco sighed, taking her hand as he started to walk again. He was silent for a while, rubbing his thumb gently across the back of their interlaced fingers. "All my life, people have lied to me, Hermione. They've pretended to be something they're not, and they've let me down for one reason or another. I've learned the hard way to be very suspicious. You want to know why this is such a clever ruse? You want to know why it's so brilliantly evil? Because Theo's cheated on almost everyone he's ever been with before us. His past track record for staying faithful is appalling."

"So you are doubting him then?" Hermione asked, trying to keep the accusatory tone out of her voice.

"No. I'm not," Draco admitted. "But, I just needed to double check before my insecurities got the better of me, and that's nothing to do with Theo. My heart says something's changed with him now. My heart tells me that this relationship of ours is for keeps. The three of us are good together, and he's changed so much, Hermione. I think I just needed reassurance that I wasn't being too trusting. Not quite knowing who or when to trust has gotten me into a lot of trouble in the past."

Wiping her eyes yet again, Hermione stopped walking and turned into Draco, burying her face in his chest and feeling reassured by the strong arms he wrapped around her. She appreciated his open, heartfelt honesty. "We should find Theo," she said after a few minutes.

Finding Theo proved to be more difficult than either of them had planned, though. He wasn't in any of the places they expected him to be. He wasn't by the lake, behind the greenhouses, in the dormitories, or even in the Slytherin dungeon common room. "I really thought he'd be in here," Draco said, watching Hermione look around in awe, "He used to love this window seat. He'd sit for ages watching the fish and waiting for the squid to pass by on one of its laps of the lake. Dammit, Hermione, that leaves one place left to check. I hate that bloody forest, but he's going to be in there with the unicorns, isn't he?"

They found him twenty minutes later, sitting on a conjured blanket in the snow with Luna, watching the unicorn herd slowly munch through a bale of the hay that Hagrid had put out for them. Luna heard Hermione and Draco approach first. She turned around, then smiled and nudged Theo with her welly booted foot. Theo startled guiltily then sighed. "I thought you two wouldn't find me out here."

"No," Draco said with a smirk, "You knew I'd know where to find you, you just didn't think I'd venture in here to do it. Hermione's braver than me."

Theo nodded as Luna stood up. "I'll leave you three alone, I think," she said, and smiled as she drifted away through the trees. "Be kind to each other, please," she called back as she walked away.

"How long did it take you to work out that it wasn't me in the pictures?" Theo asked, with his eyes firmly on the snow in front of him.

"About five minutes," Hermione admitted. "The most painful five minutes of my life."

Theo nodded. "I hate them for this, you know? I hate them for all of it. The slur at you, Hermione, our rap sheets being exposed to the whole world, the fact that they've used my weakness against me, the fact that they've tried to take you two away from me," he said, gesturing towards her and Draco. "I've honestly never been as happy as I've been since I found you two. Draco's probably told you, Hermione, I've cheated on people before. But I've never cheated on you, Draco." He switched his desperately tormented eyes up to Draco's face, silently pleading for understanding. "You were the one who wouldn't commit to me, remember? Every time we briefly got it together, you were the one who ended things. I would never, ever, have been unfaithful to you, I only ever played around because nobody else meant as much to me as you did. I never lied about it, though," he frowned as he picked up a handful of snow and crushed it between his fingers. "I never told anyone I was serious about them, nor did I ever promise to be faithful. I purposely never committed to anyone because I always wanted you, so does it even count as cheating if I've never been in an exclusive relationship? Ask Blaise for fucks sake, he's been with far more people than I have, yet somehow no one ever accuses him of this."

"Theo," Draco said, sitting down beside him with a heavy sigh, "shut the fuck up, will you?" He swatted the snowball in Theo's hand, and it fell through his fingers to the ground below. "I need to confess something too. I didn't want to commit to you because that would have meant admitting that we were in a serious relationship, and I wasn't ready to tell the world that I was bisexual. I was a coward and I'm sorry for that. I know you've never cheated on me."

"I'd never cheat on you either, Hermione," Theo said, switching his piercing blue eyes to her. "You and I may not have the history that Draco and I have, but that doesn't mean my feelings for you are less intense."

"I know that," Hermione confirmed, sitting down on the blanket on his other side. "And I understand Draco being worried about coming out about his sexuality. I never thought I'd be in a relationship with two men," she continued, sliding her fingers slowly through the snow. "It's not something that's done in the muggle world. It's pretty much unheard of, except for in some fetish circles, and it's certainly not what I expected to happen when I came back to Hogwarts this year. I'll admit to having my own worries about what people might say. So, I understand your desire to keep that side of yourself private. I think it's something you have to be ready to share. For what it's worth, I hate those girls too. I hate them for trying to take you two away from me."

"But you still want to help them?" Theo asked, looking at her incredulously. "I don't get it, Hermione. I could happily curse them all into dust right now."

"Yes," she confirmed, deliberately ignoring his vitriol. "I do still want to help them. Part of me hates them, and part of me feels very sorry for them. Can you imagine how desperate Astoria and Daphne must feel to resort to doing something like this?"

"I should hope they do feel desperate! It serves them fucking well right!" Theo exploded, abruptly hurling a snowball into the nearest tree and scattering the unicorns in all directions. He violently threw three more scrunched up handfuls of snow, then blasted his wand into the ground, sending a spray of ice crystals several feet up into the air. "I'm not as magnanimous as you are, Hermione. I can't forgive this. I want to Crucio their bloody brains out right now, I want to make them pay for this, and if that's my Father coming out in me, well, maybe people were right all along, and I am just like him. Maybe I didn't have that fucking skull branded onto my arm, but maybe I should have done. Maybe you could see through the pictures, Hermione, but maybe you shouldn't just turn a blind eye to this." He jabbed his fingers into the snow, hissing as he threw yet another snowball into the forest. "This is what I can really be like, This. right now." He clicked his fingers and cast a bluebell flame into his hand, then sat watching it flicker in the fading light. "I hate feeling like this, alright?" he said finally after a long moment.

"Then why don't you stop beating yourself up and give yourself a break?" Draco cast his own bluebell flame and tossed it to Theo, who automatically threw his to Draco. They sat together, juggling little blue flames as Hermione watched them both in shocked silence. Draco seemed entirely unfazed by Theo's outburst. "Remember when we accidentally set fire to Nott Manor doing this?" Draco asked, and finally, Theo laughed.

"Hey, 'Mione, catch," Theo said, tossing the flame to her. Fumbling wildly, she caught it then threw it on to Draco and the game expanded to include her as well.

"'Mione?" she asked, lifting a cautious eyebrow in his direction.

"Harry, Ron, and Ginny call you that."

"They do," she agreed with a smile. Theo just winked as he threw her the next fireball. She caught it easily this time, then threw it on. "How did you nearly burn the manor down?" she asked, still caught off guard by his abruptly changing moods.

Theo grinned. "We were ten years old. We were bored, and we wanted to learn how to cast these flames. So we had a go, but we didn't add the necessary cooling charms. Hence the flame was much too hot to hold, so we dropped it on the carpet, and whoosh!" He used his hand to mimic flames, and Hermione giggled. "I'm sorry for being a dick a minute ago. I'm sorry," he admitted, meeting her eyes solemnly.

"I forgive you," she said. "It's been a stressful day all round. Slughorn's not very happy with any of us for walking out of class, by the way," she admitted since Theo had calmed down and her brain had resumed its usual thought patterns.

"No?" Theo grinned, catching a fireball and using it to light a cigarette, "I'll aplogize to him later. He'd probably rather I'd done that than what I wanted to do, which was to curse Daphne into an incoherent heap on the floor."

"Would you really have done that?" Hermione asked, looking skeptical as she used the other flame to melt tiny balls of snow.

"I could have done it easily, yes," Theo admitted, passing his fireball to Draco, then settling back on the blanket.

"I know you could have done it, what I asked was if you would have done it?" she persisted. "If Daphne was standing in front of you right now, would you really hit her with an unforgivable curse?"

Theo took a long drag from his cigarette then blew the smoke away from Draco who had moved to sit beside him. "Right now, I'm not sure. Ten minutes ago, yeah. I absolutely would have done it. I'm sorry for it, but I'm not going to lie to you. That's why I walked out of potions. I know the difference between right and wrong, but you have no idea how scared I was that I'd lose both of you over this, and when I'm scared, I tend to lash out."

Slightly surprised, Hermione nodded. "Okay. So now you know you're not losing us, can you get a grip on that fear to help me to help Astoria, please? I don't know how to break a blood curse. I know nothing about them, and I can see this from both sides. I can see how hurt we all are by this, but I can also understand how terrified she and Daphne must be to hatch a plan like this in the first place. I promise you, once the curse is broken, we need never speak to any of them again."

"My father would be the one to ask," Theo said at length. "Blood magic is his speciality. And someone else who would probably have a good idea about it, would be Sirius. The Black family was well known for its propensity towards blood magic and curses, weren't they, Draco? Did Bellatrix helpfully pass any of her messy obsessions with it onto you?"

Draco nodded. "A little, but not enough to help here. Yes, Hermione, I'll help you find out if we can break Astoria's curse. I'm sure it can be done. I just don't know how. What about you, Theo? Are you going to give us a hand?"

The tip of Theo's cigarette glowed cherry red as he inhaled. He closed his eyes, looking pained, then stared up to the sky as he blew the smoke away. "Yes, Hermione. As it's you, and since you have the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known, I'm in. I'll help you. Just don't expect me to be civil to any of them while we do it alright?"

Hermione grinned. "Thank you. I think I can manage that."

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