A/N: Thanks for the reviews. You know I love it. It makes me feel... special. Well, more special than I already am. Kind of like someone cares. So, thanks.

Oh, another thing to google: 'your mom'. Hehehe.

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What the hell was that about? He had just enjoyed some of the best sex he'd had since, well, since she left him. He, of course, being a man, felt the urge to release his sexual frustrations more often and didn't really care whom it was with. At first, he had tried to pretend the women were Hermione, but none of them even came close. He felt it was an insult to Hermione to try to compare them to her.

He was still laying on the bed, wondering why she would just up and leave. I wasn't that bad, was I? It never occurred to him she might be ashamed of herself for giving in to him.

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Hermione was lying in bed with her down comforter pulled up to her chin. She was having a hard time falling asleep. She couldn't get him out of her mind. I think he got better in bed since last time. I wonder how that happened. This wasn't the biggest issue running through her mind, though. She was also thinking about earlier at the coffee shop. Was he trying to make up with me? Why would he do that? It never occurred to her that he might actually care for her, let alone actually love her.

This is ridiculous. He fucked up and it's not something easily forgiven. He's a fucking Death Eater, after all. Another thought crept into her mind. Snape used to be a Death Eater, too... yet Dumbledore trusted him. He was helping the Order, giving them information on future plans so they could prepare for what would be coming. It was always good information, though not always terribly important in the scheme of things. Could Draco really be helping us? On our side? And who the hell did he have with him? That guy definitely did not appear to be a Death Eater. His aura... it just wasn't typical of a real Death Eater.

She started thinking about Draco's aura. His is green. That makes him evil. But did it? It was green, yes, but not completely. Also, it was more of a a lime color, unlike his father's, which was such a dark green as to almost be black. Not only that, but it had silver streaks in it. What's up with that? Usually it means the person is of two minds about something... and I've never seen it in a true, full-blown follower. Her mind was teeming with information she had never even paid attention to before. What was I thinking? Why wasn't I thinking?

The answer came to her immediately. She had been blinded by her feelings. In Auror Training, it had been stressed that personal feeling could not be first and foremost in the mind. It led to incorrect interpretations and could prevent one from seeing the 'whole picture'. She was angry again, at herself and at Draco. She couldn't believe she had missed the significance of the green in his aura, and she was irritated that Draco himself was the reason she had missed that obvious sign.

Well, they always say hindsight is 20/20...

She was tired of being mad at herself, so she turned her thoughts elsewhere. That man... he looks so familiar, but I can't place him. Not only that, but his aura. No one can alter the appearance of their aura enough to hide the true essence of themselves. His aura was blue. That was an easy interpretation: he was loyal. Whatever it was he was doing, he was loyal. But no green. What a conundrum. Now that Draco was out of her mind, she found it much easier to sleep, and was soon snoring softly into her pillow.

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Draco wasn't having any success at his attempt to get Hermione out of his head. It was bad enough that he thought about her every day, but now he had a slew of fresh images to store away for the cold nights he foresaw in the near future. Her eyes sparkling with tears. Her face screwed up and red with her anguish. Her body's reaction to him when they were doing the deed. (A/N: he has a problem using the word 'sex' when referring to relations with his wife; it was too graphic somehow, and what they had just done definitely wasn't making love. So, he used whatever euphemism alternate phrase came to mind.)

He had felt jealous when he realized she was crying about Ron, the only other man she had ever loved. He had heard the story and hated the fact that he wasn't the first to own her heart. She had never screwed Ron, but he still came before Draco. Lucky bastard.

The other major thought running around in his head was what Dumbledore was going to say when he found out Draco had spilled the beans on his position with the Order. Only two people knew of his involvement – one was Dumbledore. The other was Snape. It was inevitable since he was also still working as a Death Eater, though he didn't get sent on the kind of missions Draco did. He had been seriously injured a few years ago and was limited to gathering information. Draco smiled. It was ironic, really – Voldemort had been using Snape to gather information about the Order, and Dumbledore had been using him to gather information about Voldemort.

After today, though, he also had suspicions about Blaise. Hermione had been unnerved when she was trying to escape out the window. It had been more than just the possibility that she might be killed. She was unnerved by something about Blaise. What was it she had seen? He'd have to ask Blaise about it.

Speaking of Blaise, he needed someone to talk to. He couldn't deal with all the thoughts crowding his brain.

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Blaise was relaxing after some vigorous bed sport with his woman. She might be small, but damn, she was good. He had never experienced anything as powerful in bed – hell, in his entire life – as this red-haired powerhouse.

Ginny returned from the bathroom. "Couldn't you pick somewhere a little less... ghetto?"

Blaise thought this was funny. He knew where she had grown up. It was only slightly better than where they were now, in his opinion. "What's wrong with it?"

"That bathroom reeks of puke, and the rest of the room smells like stale cigarette smoke. It's disgusting."

"Well, I followed your orders and found a little place where we weren't likely to be seen. This fits the description perfectly, don't you think?"

Ginny snorted. "Please. This is a dump. The reason you picked it was because it was cheap."

"Well, it had that going for it, too." Blaise grinned. "You know what I'm saving up for. How am I supposed to save if I'm spending my hard-earned money on luxury suites?"

"You know I don't ask for much, but I thought I meant more to you." Ginny pulled a I'm-a-neglected-little-puppy face.

"You do, baby, you know that. But how am I supposed to buy a ring for you without some gold?"

"Don't you 'baby' me, you monkey." But she had a smile on her face.

"We need to do this more often, baby." Blaise told Ginny.

"Yeah, I know, but it's hard finding a time we're both free," Ginny sighed. She climbed into the bed and snuggled up to Blaise's chest. He automatically wrapped his arm around her shoulders and placed his other hand on her hip. She threw her leg over one of his and cupped his sack with her free hand.

"Mmmmm, baby, what do you want?"

"Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you." She rolled over on her side and scooted to the far edge of the bed. Blaise immediately followed her over and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Well, I have a pretty good idea," he smirked.

Ginny grinned and rolled over on top of him. "I can show you in more detail if you like," she whispered. She straddled him and started kissing his ear. Blaise moaned his approval and licked her neck. Ginny giggled.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Ginny jumped at the banging and shot an accusing Look at Blaise. "I thought this was going to be our time. Who'd you tell that you'd be here?"

"No one, baby. I swear. Maybe it's a drunk that couldn't find his room. You stay here, I'll be right back."

Blaise swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled on his pants. He walked over to the door and checked through the peephole. "Dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT." It was Draco. Blaise knew it must be important, because Draco usually went to bed early so he could get his 'beauty sleep'. "Ginny, duck under the covers. Be quiet, too," he added as an afterthought. Ginny mumbled something about 'little bit of privacy', but Blaise couldn't hear it all since she had climbed under the covers and pulled a pillow over her head.

Blaise answered the door. "Hey, jackass, what's up?"

"I need to talk."

Duh. "Well, can it wait?"

Draco didn't even hear him. He walked right into the room and sat on a chair near the bed. "What the hell are you doing here? It's a dump."

"Yeah, well, I was meeting my woman and she wanted to meet somewhere... out of the way. It's not a publicly known relationship as of yet."

"You mean you're going to go public? The chick must mean a lot to you." Ginny heard that part and smiled to herself. "You can come out, you know. I won't say anything, Ginny."

Ginny gasped out loud. Blaise was making a noise that kind of sounded like a drowning cow. Draco smiled.

"How – when – what the hell?" Blaise could hardly speak.

"Well, there's only one family I know of that has hair that color." Ginny peeked over the edge of the covers and realized a lock of hair had made its way over the side of the bed.

"Well, only if you look the other way while I grab my clothes." She did her best not to sound embarassed, but Draco noticed even her forehead was bright red. He smirked at Blaise, who was also turning a beautiful shade of scarlet.

"Okay, back is turned." Draco watched in the mirror right in front of his face. The only thing he got a look at was her chest. Nice. Just about the size of Hermione's. At that thought, the smirk left his face and he started to look like a little boy that just watched his dog get hit by a semi. (A/N: Yes, that's gross, but it's the best I could come up with.)

Blaise noted his quick change of demeanor and handed him a drink. "You look like you need this."

"I don't think it could hurt." Blaise handed him a cup with something orange inside it. "What is this?"

Blaise had discovered this interesting Muggle drink quite by accident a few months back and it had quickly become his favorite. "It's a pierced fuzzy navel."

"Sounds disgusting."

"Isn't all liquor?"

"Good point." With that, Draco tipped the cup back and slammed it. He licked his lips and said, "Not too bad, actually."

Blaise had other things to do, so he wanted to get this over with quickly as possible. "What's the deal?"

"It's –"he had almost said Hermione, but he didn't know if Ginny knew. They had been pretty close at school. "The chick I told you about earlier."

"What about her?"

"The rose went over... better than I had hoped, I guess. She talked to me, at least."

"What did she say?"

"That I was interrupting her and that she'd never be able to forgive me."

"Oh. That well?"

"Well, she didn't hex me into oblivion."

"Good point. Well, is that it?"

"No. I wish. She went back to the place we saw her at to get the thing –"Draco snuck a look at a now mostly-clothed Ginny, wondering how much he should say.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, then what?"

"We did it."

"Congrats. Everything better now?"

"Nope. Right afterwards, she got up and left. I mean about two minutes afterwards. She said, 'This was a mistake.'"

"Damn. You really did fuck up."

Draco sighed. "No shit."

A voice interjected in an interested tone, "Is this about 'Mione?"

A/N: Okay, okay, I need to stop here or half of the story will be in this chapter. Sorry about cliff, sometimes it happens, but I will be giving out cupcakes and donuts in the next chapter. Oh, and apparently 'snuck' isn't a word, so I made it one. It's in my dictionary now. It is the past tense form of 'sneak'. So there.

With wishes that you find warm socks ('cause I could use a pair right about now),

-Kat