Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters. I just happened to come up with the plot for this ship. All credit to J.K for her amazing universe that she allows us to play in.

Warning: Rated M. Cursing, sexual innuendos, lemons and fluff ahead.

Grammarly is my beta. This story was updated 7-17 if you still find errors, please let me know. Thank you. :)

Music is my Muse
This chapters song: Love Runs Out, OneRepublic
Lyric of choice: I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun.


Aftermath

Chapter Thirteen
The Arab's Play

They ended up at the Leaky Cauldron sipping on fire whiskey and in Hermione's case a butter beer.

Harry waited until the drinks were on the table before he demanded answers. "Mione', start talking?"

She sighed. "Theo and I are good friends."

Draco snorted and Zabini laughed.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Good friends, who live together?"

Hermione flushed and looked at Theo who just smirked at her as if saying, 'your friend, your problem'. "Well, yes we do stay together rather a lot. Or rather I stay with Theo a lot."

Harry she noticed had a tick around his left eye; clearly, he was not amused by her lack of an explanation.

She sighed and said truthfully. "We really are friends Harry. I am not shagging him."

Draco raised his fire whiskey. "Ask her where she sleeps."

Hermione shot him a dirty look. "You are foul Malfoy."

He just shrugged unconcernedly. "I could have said so much more, Granger. You should be nicer to me."

Harry looked between the two of them his face incredulous. "Are you friends with him too?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Not that I am aware of."

Draco put a hand to his chest. "Wounded, she wounded me deeply Nott."

Zabini chortled and then said. "I haven't seen her since school and Nott's been missing in action for months so don't look at me with that face, Potter. I learned about this when you did."

Hermione gaffed at the obvious guy code on display here. Zabini worked with Potter as his current partner, so he was letting Potter know he hadn't kept a secret from him.

"Honestly, you are making this into a bigger deal-"

Draco cut her off. "I can't believe I am about to say this, Granger, but Potter here has a right to be annoyed. I felt the same way with Nott last night when I found you stepping into his living room like you lived there."

Zabini chuckled. "I thought we just heard that she did?"

Draco nodded. "Too true, she spends every night there."

Harry looked ready to explode. "Why wouldn't you tell me you were dating Nott?"

Hermione wanted to scream in frustration. "He doesn't date! We are friends, just like you and I are."

Theo cleared his throat. "You better not be the same kind of friends with him."

Draco burst out laughing as Zabini said. "Woah!"

Hermione turned to glare at him. "Theo!"

He shrugged. "I did snog you Hermione if you are snogging him I think we should talk."

Harry flushed holding up his hands. "Never snogged her."

Draco looked highly interested. "Seriously? Not even in school? You two were inseparable."

Zabini nodded gesturing at Hermione with his glass. "Is that true you never snogged Potter?"

Hermione sat back horrified. "No! Never!"

Theo smiled at her leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek. "Happy to hear that."

Hermione threw up her hands in frustration. "Oh, good grief! Theo would you just tell him we are not dating!"

Theo smirked and turned to Harry. "We are not dating."

Harry glared at him. "Why the hell not?"

Theo shrugged. "She doesn't date, apparently. Going to die a spinster." He turned back to Hermione who was now glaring at him in horror. "Aren't you, kitten?"

She shoved at him and stood up. "I am not!"

Draco sat up and said. "Then you have to shag people, Granger."

Zabini snorted into his whiskey as Harry turned to glare at Draco. "Stop being such a prat."

Theo said calmly. "That's not possible." Then he pulled down Hermione. "And sit down and no you can't have your wand or mine so don't ask."

Hermione sat down in a huff and glared at the four laughing wizards. "I hate you all."

Harry leaned forward and whispered. "Is it that time of the month?"

Zabini totally lost it, Draco snorted his whiskey, and Theo had to keep Hermione from strangling Harry.

Theo held onto Hermione who was shrieking at Harry in anger. Potter to his credit just raised an eyebrow and said calmly. "It's a valid question, Mione', that's when you hate everyone."

Theo shook his head and tightened his arms around his witch, pulling her down into his lap. Suddenly though Draco went still and his eyes went dangerous. "Arab," he said tilting his head to the door.

Potter turned as did Zabini and they both went serious as they observed the man walking into the bar area. Theo felt Hermione stiffen and he pulled her closer to him, settling her in his arms but at such an angel that he could pull out his wand if he needed to. He very slowly pulled out hers and handed it to her. He felt her small sigh of relief.

Harry he saw had his hand in his robes and was watching the man his eyes narrowed. "I thought they had to take a port key out at four?"

Hermione nodded. "They said they did, has he spotted us yet?"

Draco said slowly. "Yes, I would say he was looking for us too; because as soon as he saw you in Theo's lap he stopped looking around the room."

Theo felt his stomach clench and he turned giving the wizard his back and pulling Hermione down into a seat between him and Potter.

Hermione was taking slow breaths her eyes narrowed as if she was thinking. "There were ten of them, he was a bodyguard. I never got his name. Why a wizard needs a bodyguard baffles me by the way?"

Draco shrugged. "They are useful."

Potter shot him a dirty look but Zabini said clearly. "Approaching."

Theo turned and watched the man move towards them; his eyes were on him, which Nott found curious.

Draco stood up and said. "Hermione, why don't you come over to the bar with me?"

When Hermione started to tell him to shove it, Theo pinched her and whispered. "Go, please, the man won't talk in front of you. Just don't kill Draco, yeah?"

She let out an annoyed huff but stood up and moved over to Draco's side. Draco smirked and took her arm, guiding her away. Zabini was watching the man with a bored expression while Potter was simply looking off after Hermione as if he didn't care a fig about the man approaching the table. Theo wanted to stand up as he felt at a disadvantage sitting down while the large man moved towards him, but he stayed seated and kept his expression blank, only the itching on his left forearm any indication of just how angry he was.

He had a very good idea why this twat was here, and he knew he wasn't going to like what was about to be said. They all went still as the man paused by Hermione however and then Potter was on his feet. "He just used a spell on her."

Zabini pulled him down. "I know the spell, she is safe. Well, not totally, but the spell is harmless."

Malfoy was looking at Hermione in a bit of shock and then moving in front of her, blocking the man from approaching her, although the man just moved forward his eyes hard.

"You are the intended for the witch?" The man said simply sitting down without being asked.

Zabini snorted. "Well, he gets right to the point."

Harry was breathing hard. "What did you just do?"

The man stared at Harry and shrugged turning back to look at Theo.

Theo waited until he calmed down to speak, his eyes hard chips of blue ice. "He did a purity check on her," Theo said his tone hard.

The man nodded. "Yes, and she is untouched. Her price goes up."

Potter let out an angry hiss. "She isn't bloody for sale."

Theo felt his lips twitch. "Her brother," he said simply giving the man a sinister smile.

The man frowned. "She was an only child."

Theo shrugged. "Well, she adopted him when she was eleven. He'd probably kill for her, and I know he could get away with it. So I would really choose your words very carefully mate."

Harry snorted. "I have killed for her if you want to get technical."

The man considered them and then pointed at Potter. "You have the mark too?"

Zabini snorted and Potter looked livid. "No, idiot, I killed Voldemort. These imbeciles followed him. "

Zabini raised his glass again and said. "To be fair, I never took the mark."

Nott smirked and then turned back to the Arab. "I did, however, and I would kill for her too. So maybe you should take a walk back to your master and let him know she isn't for sale."

Zabini whistled again his face going hard. "And whoever he would kill for," Zabini said his voice harsh as he pointed at Nott. "I would kill for and Malfoy would kill for."

Potter winced a bit and then shook his head mumbling something about being in a dream. Theo smirked at that quickly but turned his eyes back on the giant of a man looking at them thoughtfully.

"You do not wish to hear the offer?"

Theo shrugged. "Sure, say the offer, but I won't be responsible for what she does to you if she hears this."

Potter found his first smirk and then glared at the man. "Brightest witch of her time," Potter said firmly. "Wicked when riled."

Zabini nodded smiling. "Terrifying really."

The man looked between them all. "He is willing to offer you three million-"

Theo held up his hand laughing. "Seriously? I make that in interest in a week on my personal vault, that's not including my business and then there is my family vault."

Zabini snickered but didn't say anything.

The Arab's man's eyes narrowed. "So the offer is not high enough?"

Theo shook his head and said coldly. "NO offer would be HIGH enough. I think that your master forgets that he is dealing with ancient Pureblood families. I am one of the original sacred twenty-eight; my mother was of the French aristocracy. He is insulting me, and that is not a wise thing to do."

There was total silence and then the man nodded his voice soft. "Understood."

Before he could leave though Zabini spoke up. "I would also let him know that buying witches is illegal here, so if he isn't gone yet-" Zabini let his voice trail off with a shrug.

Potter snorted his face red with anger. "You have an hour before I get back to the ministry and report that you attempted to buy one of Britain's war heroes. She has an Order of Merlin First Class you know."

The man went a little pale and then he turned and rushed out as all three men watched him with varying expressions of rage and disgust.


Notes:
I am not sure who the man offering to buy Hermione should be more afraid of, Hermione herself, Theo, or Harry?

Interesting side note: Some reviewers have asked where I came up with this plot. Well, this happened to me when I worked at Disneyland at the age of nineteen. I had the misfortune of being noticed by a Sultan. An offer was made for me, I was escorted off property by security, and not allowed back in the park until his delegation left. I am over six feet tall in heels and have bright red curly hair and was in a red plaid school girl costume complete with knee high socks. (see my instagram: crystaljeanred for the picture) It was a rather scary experience. He had a private jet a few miles away from the park and urban legend has it that a few girls in my department, at one time or another, have left to go to harems or almost been kidnapped. Standard policy, as I was told, was that if they paid too much attention to one of us we were taken out of the park.