A/N - This chapter is dedicated to my darling DarkSavior2357 and the beautiful, amazing, and wonderfully talented AndraKitty. Love you both!

The day of Hermione's dinner with the Malfoy family arrived. The last week had been incredibly hard on her. Her nightmare had come back with a vengeance since Minerva had left and she was feeling more tired recently than she had before the older woman had joined her and her girlfriend. She had thought about hurting herself more times than she cared to count, but her thoughts were always drawn to Rolanda. She knew the older witch would be disappointed in her if she relapsed again. She couldn't handle the thought of that.

She was sitting on her bed, a simple black cocktail dress and heels were her choice for attire tonight. She had asked Draco what the dress code would be, and he had told her that it would be a casual dinner, but she didn't think that she could stand to be in the same room with the Malfoys in muggle t-shirt and jeans. Knowing how affluent the family was, she couldn't help but allow that to color her vision of them. She had pictured their version of a casual dinner to be something along the lines of a 5 star restaurant. The knot in her stomach kept repeatedly telling her that this was a bad idea, a worse idea than teaching Aberforth how to make spaghetti earlier in the week. That had blown up in their faces, literally, and she expected tonight to be much worse.

A quiet knock at her door brought her out of her musings. "Come in," she called.

Ro stepped through her door with a gentle smile, though her eyes betrayed her concern for her young girlfriend. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I have to. Draco is my best friend. I have to be able to at least tolerate his family if he and I are going to remain friends," she whispered as Ro sat next next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I don't think I could stand losing anyone else. I won't survive it."

Rolanda knew that her thoughts had turned to the ebony haired witch that had left them. She wasn't sure why she felt like she had been dumped, but she was certain that the feeling was much worse for Hermione. She was emotionally fragile and had desperately needed Minerva. Losing her had been a blow to them both.

"No matter where you go, or what you do, I will always be here, Mia. I will never leave you." Rolanda kissed her, and the warm fire that was always smouldering between them flared into it's usual raging inferno. The white haired witch kept her hands very properly on the young woman's waist. Though her fingers flexed with the desire to move them, she refused to push Hermione any further she was willing to go.

Hermione on the other hand, was quickly growing impatient with Ro's reluctance to touch her.. Her hands moved from her girlfriend's shoulders and traveled a slow burning path down the older woman's sides and across her stomach. She could feel Roland's heartbeat through her ribcage as her hands moved upward, beneath her breasts.

Ro broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily and resting her forehead against Hermione's, "We shouldn't. Hermione, you have-" the rest of the statement flew from her head as the brunette pulled her in once more, hands still caressing her chest, driving the silver haired woman insane. When she felt fingers, slowly ghosting over the curve of her left breast, a butterfly's touch against her nipple, her control was lost. Her hands wound themselves into Hermione's hair and shifted the younger woman back on the bed dress riding up around her thighs. Her tongue slid against the mouth she so desperately wanted and it parted eagerly for her to plunder.

Rolanda swallowed Hermione's gasps and moans, relishing in each sound she could draw from her young lover. Hands traveling downward her blunt nails scratched lightly up milky thighs and dragged the gorgeous dress higher, around slim hips and beneath the hem to caress a firm abdomen. When her knee came into contact with a very hot, wet center, she froze.

"Mia," she whispered over the whimpers coming from her partner, "Please. You have to be sure."

"I am sure, Ro. I was sure in Egypt. I was sure at graduation. Don't stop. Please, gods don't stop." Hermione dragged her nails across the strong back of the woman that was soon to be her lover. "I need you."

Rolanda didn't think twice, she slid, slowly over the young body beneath her and kissed a fiery path from her mouth to her neck, and down, across the swells of her breasts. She slowly pulled the thin straps that held the dress in place down around her elbows, leaving Hermione's chest exposed to her hot breath. She bit gently on the curve of her left breast as her fingers pulled at the nipple of the other. The keening moans reaching her ears made her head spin and her mouth latched onto the pebbled peak that was closest. Fingers in her hair pulled her closer as she settled her weight between flexing thighs.

"Damn it." she hissed. "I want you, so much." her hands traveled to the delicate lace that covered what she most desired. "Please, Mia. Let me have you."

"Yes, yes, please Ro." Hermione's response came out on a breathy moan and Rolanda had just hooked her fingers in the lace and begun to slide them down her lover's thighs when a knock sounded at the door.

"Shit!" Rolanda swore. "Who is it?" she snapped.

"I-It's Draco. I'm here to pick up Mia for dinner."

"Son of a bitch," the elder of the two women swore. "Give her a minute, she is not decent yet." sliding up the body beneath her own, she deposited a slow, gentle kiss that burned with need on the swollen lips of her girlfriend. "We aren't finished yet," she growled.

"I sincerely hope not."

"Come on," Rolanda hauled her off the bed and helped her fix her dress and her hair. Before kissing her again quickly. "Be careful and remember I am a patronus away. I'll be here waiting when you get back."

"Promise?" Hermione whispered in return.

"Of course," she answered and Hermione smiled up at her, turning to go. "Until eternity ends." Rolanda whispered, watching the young woman leave the room.

Hermione closed the door behind her and turned to greet her friend only to be confronted by his wide, leering grin. "And what were you doing before I showed up?"

She punched him in the arm.

The people in the streets below paused at hearing a strange, echoing cry of "OW", before carrying on with their day.

A/N - I am evil I know. Don't hate me! As always if you read, please drop a review! They are like warm tea. Make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. LOVE YOU!
I apologize for deleting and posting it again. It was brought to my attention that the formatting and such was there...symbols and weird stuff.