Harry and Pansy locked themselves in at Grimmauld place for three straight days. Then on Monday, they went back to work but it was a very unproductive week for both. Harry was actually glad to still have a week of desk duty because his focus was somewhere else and he was able to sneak letters to Pansy through the day. They spent every night together; she tried to not overthink this odd situation and Harry was just elated.
They took Thursday afternoon off and Pansy convinced Harry to go shopping for clothes. She made an appointment for him with a classic tailor of male's clothing, she didn't want to scare him with her own forward designs yet.
After measurements and some adjustments, he claimed he was having some trouble getting it all together in the dressing room. She rolled her eyes and walked in, only to be ambushed by her horny new boyfriend, who seemed incapable of taking his clothes off without wanting to get some action. As soon as she got inside he closed the door and pushed her against the mirrored wall, shoving his hand down her pants, his erection bursting out of his boxers.
"Stop it!" She giggled "can you please finish trying these on? You are a terrible client!" then she squealed again when he found her clit and bit her neck, and she laughed louder while still saying "stop it, I'm serious, stop it!"
Suddenly there was a banging on the dressing room door
"Hey, Parkinson! Get a room, would you? this is a decent place of business!" a familiar drawl came from outside the dressing room.
Pansy and Harry froze for a minute, then she rolled her eyes and answered
"Fuck off, Draco. I'm busy"
"Yeah," the blonde said, laughing, "I can tell you are very busy. About time you got some action, congratulations!"
Inside the dressing room, Pansy facepalmed, mortified. Then she looked at Harry with malice while answering
"Says Mr. Blue Balls."
Harry, who had been holding his laughter, exploded in a loud cackle. Draco couldn't come up with a timely response but stayed outside, arms crossed, eyebrow lifted, a smirk forming in his lips. He stood there to find out who the guy inside was, knowing that would make Pansy very uncomfortable. After a few minutes the door opened and a recently put together Pansy walked out, a challenging look on her face. She stood in front of her friend, mimicking his stance.
"So, who's Mr. Lucky Guy?" Draco asked, now very curious. Pansy smiled when she heard the voice behind her
"Hey Malfoy," Harry said, nonchalant, wrapping his arm around Pansy's shoulders. Draco opened his eyes like saucers.
"Wow. This is unexpected," he said. Then he added, "How..."
"I got arrested a few days ago. Let's just say, I got a plea deal," Pansy said maliciously
Draco let out a very loud laugh.
"Oh, Parkinson, that is so you, I don't even want to know the details." Then he looked at Harry "do you even know what you got yourself into, Potter?"
Harry shrugged
"So far, worth the risk," he said, kissing Pansy's temple."
"Cute," said Draco. "I will now leave you to your salacious activities since it seems it would be unlikely that you would get arrested for public indecency," he said sarcastically.
Pansy and Harry waved goodbye with their fingers and Draco rolled his eyes before turning to leave the place, still chuckling.
"Don't mind him, she said, it's the blue balls talking. Poor guy. I wish he wasn't so lonely. I mean, I was lonely too, but he is just so… closed off."
"So he's not seeing anyone?" Harry asked, curious. "I would think rich and handsome guys would have it way too easy."
"Not when you have that fucking tattoo on your arm," she said sadly, "now all the women in our old circle think they can leverage that to take advantage of him. He's feeling frustrated, you know, fed up with being treated like a monster."
Harry considered that. He had not thought much about Malfoy outside their professional interactions, which were quite cordial these days, but now an idea was creeping into his head.
"So he needs someone way out of the pureblood circles."
Pansy nodded
"That would be good, yes, but then again, half-bloods and muggle-born witches are terrified of him. You know, Death Eater and stuff…"
Harry smirked
"I know someone that has never been afraid of him."
Pansy looked at him, eyes huge
"You don't mean…"
"The most famous muggle-born witch in Britain, renown Death Eater fighter, already punched him in the face once…"
Pansy lifted an eyebrow in thought. Those two were both brilliant, powerful and famously stubborn. Could they actually be perfect for each other? After all, she was right now wet on the knickers because of a boy that she used to hate in school. She said
"How do we do this?"
That Friday morning Harry knocked on the door of Hermione Granger's office at the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. She was by now deputy head of the department and it was rumored that she would transfer to a more political position that would make her Undersecretary in a few years.
"Got you coffee."
She smiled, looking at her best friend.
"In that case please come in, Auror Potter."
He smiled and took a seat in front of her. She said
"You look oddly happy."
He took a deep breath and his smile got wider
"I'm seeing someone. Is new, but it's going pretty well. I really, really like her."
Hermione smiled and put her hands to her mouth
"Harry that is fantastic! Oh Merlin, no wonder you look so excited! Tell me everything! Who is she?"
"Pansy Parkinson"
Hermione looked confused
"What? How?"
Harry smirked
"I arrested her last week, she didn't really do anything, I was just being an ass, so I had to concede that she had the right to file a complaint against me, so let's say she offered me a plea deal."
Hermione blinked
"You will have to give me more details than that."
"How about you hear the story from both of us? Brunch tomorrow?"
She shook her head and smiled
"Sure. What time?"
"Ten fifteen. The White Kneazel?"
"I'll be there."
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"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson is here to see you," said his assistant through the intercom.
"Send her in," said Draco with a smirk.
He waited, not getting off his chair, arms crossed. When she walked in he said
"Are you here to confess your sins?"
She smirked, walked to him and kissed his cheek.
"Is good to see you too, arsehole."
He smiled and gestured for her to take a sit.
"So, are you here to explain how the heck did you end up banging the Chosen Prat?"
She smiled
"It is a bit long of a story and I don't have much time today, I'm behind in my collection. How about brunch tomorrow? The White Kneazel, 10:30. We can both tell you what went down that fateful day."
Draco rolled his eyes
"Wow. You really got it bad for the guy, don't you?"
She smiled, malice sparking in her eyes. This set up was going to be piece of cake. If they didn't end up killing each other first.
At 10:15 on Saturday Hermione walked into the White Kneazel where Harry and Pansy were waiting to be seated. Harry hugged her and then Pansy smiled and kissed her cheek. Hermione was surprised but the gesture but took it well, then look at the couple and said
"Wow, this has to be the biggest piece of gossip the wizarding world has seen in years. You guys have a lot of explaining to do."
They laughed and were guided to their table, sat and ordered a round of mimosas to start. Pansy raised her glass
"To new beginnings."
They all clinked glasses and drank, and Pansy kept the conversation off topic for a bit to buy some time. They were catching up on Hermione and Pansy's professional stuff when Draco arrived at 10:30 sharp. He saw the couple and the unmistakable mane of curly hair and lifted an eyebrow, but he approached the table and greeted.
"Good morning," he said, kissing Pansy, offering his hand to Harry and then turned to look at Hermione "Hello, Granger, this is a surprise."
Hermione was shocked but kept her cool
"Hey Malfoy, it's been a while," she said, offering her hand.
He took it delicately and bowed to press a kiss on her knuckles.
"Indeed," he said, smiling and taking a seat next to her. They had interacted several times over the years since he was a lawyer and she was a Ministry official and exchanged pleasantries at official Ministry functions, and during that time he had allowed himself to finally admit that she was not only brilliant but a very attractive witch.
They ordered a new round of drinks for the table and some food and finally got to the story of Pansy's arrest and the subsequent shagging that ensued.
"So basically, she jumped you," said Draco, making Hermione laugh and Pansy roll her eyes.
"Yup. I was just seating there, doing my job."
Pansy scoffed indignantly
"Come on, you arrested me on purpose"
"Yes, but I didn't know how I was going to pull it off," said Harry with a look of innocence.
"I think that's called premeditation," said Hermione, "and to my understanding intention is the foundation of guilt."
Draco raised his glass to her
"Nice one, Granger. These two are equally guilty in the eyes of the law."
Hermione smiled and clinked her glass with him, both of them taking a sip while keeping eye contact. Harry and Pansy exchange malicious smirks.
At the end of the meal Pansy ordered one more round of drinks, but as the drinks arrived she made an exaggerated gesture of remembering something.
"Oh Circe, we have the appointment for your final adjustments at the tailor's in five minutes," she said, looking at Harry. He followed her lead
"I think we better go, then. Sorry guys, you enjoy the drinks," he said looking at the other two and dropping a handful of galleons on the table.
Comprehension dawned on Draco
"You motherfuckers," he said to the couple, who were now giving them malicious smirks and waving before they walked out of the restaurant and disapparated.
"What?" asked Hermione
"This was a setup. They were setting us up, Granger." He shook his head and chuckled, then added "well, the drinks are paid for, might as well enjoy their generosity," he said, offering her a glass while she was still trying to make sense of the situation.
They sipped their drinks and he asked
"Do you have plans for the rest of the day?"
She shook her head
"Nothing urgent. I was gonna walk from here to Flourish and Blotts to peruse and see what's new."
He chuckled
"Why am I not surprised. I'll tell you what: I bet if we down all four of these drinks and then go there everything is going to look way more interesting. It would be a great book discussion."
She laughed and agreed
"Deal. Let's see what crazy theories we come up with."
They downed two more glasses each quickly and headed for the bookstore. By the time they were deep in the labyrinth of bookshelves, the champagne was hitting hard.
"I'm telling you, you are wrong," Hermione said, stumbling into Draco, who caught her by the arms and leaned on the shelves to keep his own balance.
"And why is that? Because you say so? Because you are Hermione Granger, brightest witch and what not?"
She gave a drunk chuckle
"Yes, that's right, that's what people say about me, so you should listen to me," she said, nudging a finger on his chest and leaning even more into him.
He smirked and lifted her chin with a finger
"Well today you, Hermione Granger, are drunk before noon and alone in a bookstore with a Death Eater. I don't think your judgment can be trusted at the moment."
She moved her face closer to his
"Then that lack of judgment must be why I'm thinking that you are awfully cute, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, Bad Boy Extraordinaire," and she stumbled some more until their lips touched.
He pulled her closer and grabbed the back of her hair while the other hand shamelessly grabbed her arse, making her lift her leg to wrap around him, and they made out loudly, moaning, biting, rubbing against each other until they finally heard someone clearing their throat very loudly
"Hem! Hem!"
They turned around to look, all swollen lips and disheveled hair. Draco frowned and said
"Umbridge? aren't you supposed to be dead or something?"
The old witch went purple in the face and Hermione laughed very loud, then said
"Come on Draco, let's get out of here before this bitch calls the Aurors on us," and she disapparated them, leaving Umbridge, who was not permitted a wand anymore, standing there fuming.
"Where are we?" he asked
"My flat," she said, smirking and jumping him again.
"I should have gotten you drunk long ago, Granger, if I knew you could be such a naughty girl."
She laughed and went for the buttons of his shirt while he slid his hands under her jumper to pull it off over her head. She pushed him to walk backward until he felt the couch behind his legs and she shoved him on it, then shimmied out of her jeans and unhook her bra. He quickly got rid of his trousers and socks and when they were only wearing knickers and boxers they look at each other, breathing heavily. He got off his boxers and she pulled down her knickers and straddle him, impaling herself on his cock, making both of them growl. She rode him fast and forcefully and he kissed her hungrily until she screamed his name and came hard, making him fall over the edge too. They collapsed on the couch and passed out from the mix of alcohol and exertion.
Hermione woke up a couple of hours later, feeling trapped. She opened her eyes and realized that she was wedged between the back of her couch and a very naked Draco Malfoy. The flashes of the morning hit her and she was starting to panic when her movements woke him.
"Hi beautiful," he said, kissing her face and softly running his hands over her body. she melted at the touch.
"Hi," she said, sounding hesitant
"What are you overthinking, little brainy girl?"
She sigh
"I'm wondering if I could sue a certain Auror and his smug girlfriend for entrapment."
He chuckled and answered in between kisses
"As a lawyer let me suggest that instead of suing maybe we should buy them dinner, you know, in appreciation for giving us a much-needed push," he said kissing her neck.
She rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through his soft blond hair
"I hate it when you are right."