I thought my day couldn't get any worse when I woke up alone and feeling very ashamed of myself. I mean nothing can beat the feeling of guilt, embarrassment and utter vulnerability. Just thinking about my antics from the night before sent my cheeks into a violent attack of the blushes. My shame was definitely not lessened when I entered the kitchen and was faced with a bunch of strangers who all turned to look at me as if they knew something. I was pretty sure I knew what they knew and that they knew that I knew that they knew. My fears were confirmed when Ronald the ginger looked up at me over the rim of a brown tea-cup, smirked evilly and said, "Late night?"

I gave him a one fingered salute, decided not to be embarrassed and replied in a tone as scathing as I could managed (which considering my position was pretty damn scathing), "Yes actually. I was having sex." Amazingly I did not blush. I stalked towards the table of strange people who all stared at me with gob smacked expressions and pulled up a chair, I slumped down on it in my best 'your going to regret not getting me a car dad' slouch and glared at them all, "Well? What's the plan guys? Harry is there any more tea?" A quick scan of the room told me that Draco was not present. Well goody.

A redheaded man in a strange coat with scales grinned brightly, "Well I, for one, like her; she's got spunk. Harry get the lady some tea!"

Harry was already setting a mug in front of me although his expression was not exactly bright. Rather, if I'm not mistaken, he looked a tad disgusted. I snatched the mug and poured my own tea from the pot.

"I agree." Said my fans identical twin, they were matching right down to the jacket, "At least someone apart from Bill is getting some,"

Bill went a bit red and Fleur chuckled in a deeply french and sexy manor. Hell, even I was aroused. She was good. Although arousing me wasn't hard lately. One night of monkey love and I'm becoming a rampant slut. Oh well.

"Fred! George!" A plump ginger woman who was, for some bizarre reason, wearing a flowery apron, admonished with an unnervingly threatening glare. "Molly Weasley dear," She turned to me apologetically, "Please ignore my sons,"

I was still staring at the apron. I mean… Why? I just sort of half shrugged at her and took a sip of tea, "Naomi. Kidnapped."

Taking Molly Weasley's lead the others in the room began introducing themselves. Obviously all ignoring my 'kidnapped' statement. Lets brush over the technicalities shall we? Great!

"Arthur Weasley," Was balding on top but what little hair he had was as red as all the other Weasley's. Some people are just cursed.

"Remus Lupin," I recognised from somewhere but couldn't figure out where. He was worn but handsome with tired blue eyes framed by crows feet and a weary smile.

"Tonks," Had pink hair and by the way she was looking at Remus I figured it wasn't just me and Bill who were getting some.

"Minerva McGonagal," Struck the fear of God into me with thin lips, a severe bun and a look in her eyes that said if she could cane me she would.

"Kingsley Shacklebot," Reminded me strangely of the guy who plays Blade (you know… The movie?), only in less leather. He spoke in low gravely tones and I badly wanted him to set me on his bicep. Somehow I refrained.

And that was it. If this was the whole order then I couldn't see these guys being much protection against The Dark Lord. Except perhaps Blade. He looked like a man who could kick ass when required. But the rest of them…I mean… they were eating buttered scones. Buttered scones! That does not inspire confidence in warfare.

I nodded at them all and gulped at my tea convulsively. Eventually I asked, "So… Where's Draco?" Everybody exchanged glances that made me want to squirm. But dammit seventeen is the age of consent and fuck them if I consented! "Fine. Whatever." I slammed my mug down and flipped Ronald off again. It made me feel better. Plus he was probably the person who went running his mouth about my sex life. It was weird thinking I now had a sex life. Well a sexual experience. And my what an experience it was. I picked up the teacup again just to have something to do with my hands. The kitchen was unbearably quiet as if no one knew quite what to say. I stared at them all, refusing to examine the tabletop like someone who was ashamed of themselves would. I was not going to show these people weakness. Plus that would make things more embarrassing. People can only embarrass you if you let them. A personal motto of mine since this morning.

I was praising any god that would listen for my decision to dress before I came downstairs. To be sitting here in my pyjamas would just be too humiliating for words. But I was dressed. My trusty jeans and a white wife beater of Hermione's. She informed me she only wore it under dress shirts and never as a top in itself, I personally don't understand this. Maybe in the magical world wife beaters are a fashion faux pas? Well I think it looks pretty damn good on me. Also I decided against brushing my hair, it was extremely ruffled and wavy looking, that kind of 'just rolled out of bed', sex-kitten look that I can never achieve when I try. I'd been pleased with it at the time but now I was thinking maybe sex-kitten wasn't such a good thing. But hell for someone who'd spent their night being dream molested by a vampire then fully molested by their Soulmate at dawn I was looking pretty damn good. I even had that glow that I thought was a sexually active person myth. You know the type of thing to trick us virgins into loosing our knickers.

McGonagal was probably just sniffing at me because she hasn't experienced this glow in at least a century.

I kicked my bare feet onto the table top and leant into Harry who was sitting on my right, I put my head close to his ear and asked loudly enough for everyone to hear anyway, "Is there a reason they're staring rather than talking? Is there a language barrier I should no about?"

George snorted with laughter and Molly stared at my feet in horror.

Harry glanced at me sideways, cleared his throat and murmured, "No. No language barrier."

"Good." I drained the last of my tea and set my cup down for good. "Now that I've established you guys understand basic English let us get some things straight, I was kidnapped, I have been tortured by your big bad Dark Lord, now I'm being held captive here. I want to go home. I thought this meeting was called so you guys could sort that out, not so you could all stare at me like some sort of freak. It's called sexual intercourse. I'm assuming you all know what it is? If you would like a diagram then hand me some paper and a pen, I'll sort that out. But really I'm hoping it's not such a distant concept that you're all going to spend the whole day watching me like I'm the cure for fricken cancer. Any questions? Any diagrams required?"

There was a moment of stunned silence then Fleur, bless her soul, spoke. "I require no… diagram? Oui?" She turned to Bill, "Bill?" Although it sounded kind of like 'Bile' when she said it.

"No," He coughed, "No diagram,"

Fred and George grinned, "Us either," They highfived.

I turned to Ron, "Get me some paper Ronald, I'll get you up to speed,"

It was his turn to flip me off. His mother quickly slapped him on the back of the head. "OW!" he grunted glaring at her and rubbing his injury.

"Well." McGonagal's voice was just as brisk as her appearance, "I think I've heard quite enough of your cheek young lady." She turned the full force of her ice gaze on me and I smiled blandly at her. She reminded me of my grandmother, underfed and evil yet nevertheless over the hill and closer to the grave than the womb. Although considering the past forty-eight hours of my life so was I. Not old though. "We are all here to help you Miss Thompson and if you are unable to be civilized then you will have to be sent away and we will discuss a way to do it without your input. I hope I've made myself clear?"

"As mud,"

It was at that moment Draco appeared in the kitchen doorway. He looked rather delicious. So delicious in fact that at the mere sight of him standing there, outlined in the shadows of the hallway, dressed in a monochrome outfit of black dress trousers, a black shirt and shiny black shoes with his near silver hair gleaming, my whole body seemed to just seize up. Oh my.

He nodded at everybody and then his eyes met mine for the briefest moment and I almost passed out. This was not a normal lust. Definitely not. And by the way he was clutching the door frame I knew he felt it too. Dear, dear. This would never do.

"Come in Mr Malfoy," McGonagal ordered in a tut-tutting tone of a disapproving elder. She didn't seem to notice the sudden peak in sexual tension. "There is a seat beside Professor Lupin,"

Draco clutched the doorframe and shook his head in two sharp jerks. I understood why. If I hadn't been sitting down I'm sure my knees would have given way. It was a miracle he was still standing.

No one seemed to understand why he wasn't moving except, surprisingly, Professor Lupin who was going very red in the face as he witnessed our hormonal nightmare.

He was clutching the doorframe so tightly that the toned muscles of his arms were straining against his shirt, I wanted very badly to rub the fabric of that shirt, to run my tongue along the oh-so pale skin beneath it. That's when I fell backwards of my chair. I yelped as I hit the ground and Harry was suddenly there grabbing my bare arms to pull me up but the minute he touched my flesh he jumped back as if shocked.

"She shocked me!" He gasped as I rubbed my goose pimpled arms and stayed sitting on the floor, I don't think my legs would have held me if I'd attempted to get up. "It was like an electric shock!"

Everyone was on their feet staring at me as if unsure what to do. McGonagal snatched a tea towel from the counter top and passed it to Harry, "Wrap that around your hand and help her up Potter," She demanded and Harry did as she said. I tried speaking but my voice came out in a croak. I could feel Draco so near, feel the energy of his body dancing along my skin like electricity. Harry took me carefully by the arm, the tea towel was roughened with use and washing, it rubbed along my flesh and I gasped. So did Draco.

Pulling me up using one hand wasn't working for Harry. I was just a lump of weight. So with a look of someone readying themselves he grabbed my other arm without protection, he'd prepared himself for the shock this time and didn't jerk away but barley. He helped me back onto my chair and when he'd sat back down I knew that he was hiding something embarrassing under the table. Something Draco and my lust had passed onto him through the shock if you know what I mean. I took a few deep breaths and tried to sort my head out. This Soulmate thing was fucked up. Someone, I think it was Lupin, pulled up a chair beside me and helped Draco into it. The minute he sat down I grabbed his hand and the lust subsided. It was strange but I could breathe again. I'd kind of expected it to explode if we touched but it didn't, it felt like waves were residing from the shore.

"What just happened here?" Ronald asked staring at us all in awe and it was Hermione who answered.

"Soulmates," She said, "I was reading up on it," She explained as everyone turned to her, "It must have been an amplification of your power when you both…" She blushed a little, "Consummated your bond last night." We both glared at her. Draco's thumb was making circles on back of my hand, not as if he was being romantic but as if he was gaining strength from just touching me. "Really," She said earnestly, "You both already know that you feel each others strong emotions? Or physical pains? Well wouldn't that mean that hypothetically if you were both feeling the same thing it would become amplified?" Sorry what? "I mean… for example if you were both feeling extremely angry then you Naomi would feel Draco's rage and become angrier and in turn fuel his rage with the doubled rage in you?"

This was all very confusing but strangely it made sense. "So what your saying," I ventured as Draco commenced in running a hand along my arm, "Is that when Draco came in I thought he was looking hot and he thought I was looking hot, so my lust was doubled because Draco was feeling lusty too? And that meant he got more lusty so I got more lusty and it just kept going until I fell of my chair?"

Hermione nodded still red in the face, "If you want to put it that way then yes,"

"Then how come Harry here has got a boner too?" I asked and Harry choked.

"Do not!"

"Oh you so do. Either that or you have a gun in your pocket,"

I'd never seen anyone go puce so quickly. There was a stunned silence then Hermione answered, "Magical overflow? You were feeling such a powerful emotion that when Harry touched your skin the power flowed from you to him?"

Harry buried his face in his hands muttering "Warm, happy place. Warm, happy place," As Fred and George collapsed in silent laughter.

"Now that we've established that," Draco spoke his first words of the day, "Lets figure out how to control this. We can't go into fits of rage or passion everywhere and anywhere. We have to find a way not to amplify our emotions unless necessary."

I nodded, "Agreed. And also lets establish when I'm getting to go home to get my own stuff. No offence Hermione but apart from the wife beater we don't exactly share tastes."

She didn't take offence.

So we finally got to work. Parchment and quills were handed out and everybody jotted down ideas. Draco and I tried holding hands but we're both right handed so we ended up just touching arms.

It was during the brain storming session that Draco piped up, "Oh yes and Voldemort has now figured out I'm in league with the order and has put a price on my head. Just thought you guys should know,"

My gut froze. Just like that. I knew we were dead, simply too stupid to lay down.

"Mr Malfoy!" McGonagal gasped, "How did this happen?"

"Well he asked where Naomi was and my answer wasn't sufficient. So I apparated the hell out of there and… I think he's caught on."

"Can he find us here?" I asked wondering if the gut-wrenching fear I was feeling was a by-product of Soulmate amplification.

"No." McGonagal answered briskly, "Your safe as long as you are here."

"How can you be sure?"

"We have a secret keeper."

"Oh it all makes sense now," I sneered and Draco took my hand and squeezed. Soulmate amplification. It's a bitch.

Molly stood up looking too pale and smoothing her apron compulsively, "I'll put on the roast,"

Why did I feel like I'd be sitting down to my last supper? Oh yeah, an evil dark lord was trying to kill me. Pass the gravy.