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That night, Millicent pretended to leave the Gryffindor common room, but instead curled up under a table that had a wide space underneath it, and a cloth that ran down to the floor. It was better to be there than to brave the scorn of her house mates with the scent of Hermione still between her fingers.
Pilfering a throw and some pillows from the couches, Millicent was indeed very comfortable there in the darkness. No one disturbed her, since the table was perpetually occupied by an unfinished game of Dungeons and Dragons that some fourth-year Muggleborns played weekly. There was just enough space for her and a bowl of crisps, which she kept and munched on until she fell asleep with the empty bowl resting on top of her belly.
This ended up becoming a habit. Millicent ended up there for five nights in a row, until her luck ended. A third year discovered her during a midnight game of Gobstones, when one of the stones rolled under Millicent's couch and zapped her, thinking she was a player. The resulting howl had roused the nodding off prefect Ronald Weasley, who was draped over a nearby couch with a book that couldn't keep his attention.
"What's all this?" he asked, lumbering over and peering under the table where the third year pointed with trepidation. "Great Merlin's balls," he swore as he sat back on his haunches. "A Slytherin in the Common Room. And she's a big 'un."
"Come on," said the third year, a devilish rogue named Maudrey, one of the Gobstones players, "can we drag her outside and toss her into the Whomping Willow?"
"No," Ron said, and he focused keenly on Millicent. He seemed to steel himself against the suggestion, as if remembering a time when he had landed in the Whomping Willow himself. "Why would you think that was a good idea?"
"She's the Slytherin that been eating at the Gryffindor table too much," said Maudrey. "Come on now, she clearly deserves we do something to her. Sneaking in here and trying to catch our Quidditch plots."
"I swear, I'm not," Millicent said woozily, grabbing her glasses and putting them on. She had a tight squeeze under the table there, and she wasn't able to get up and out of her hiding place. "I don't give a fig about Quidditch."
Ron looked thoughtful, and strangely compassionate for a Weasel.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, and Millicent felt, for the second time in her life, like confiding in a Weasley.
She decided to take a risk. Play up her misery. Pull at his Gryffindor heartstrings.
"My house won't let me back in," she said with a cracking voice. "They don't like that I'm dating a Gryffindor."
Ron frowned. "That's not right," he said stiffly, "folks should be able to date whomever they like, no matter what their house."
"I know," Millicent said sadly.
"So," he went on conspiratorially, standing up and sitting on the couch. He gestured for her to come out, and she did begrudgingly sit up, draping the tablecloth around her like a hood. "Do you mind telling me - who is it?"
Millicent had a sudden flood of panic as she realized that she had no idea if she and Hermione were actually dating or not. What would Ron say if he knew she was dating one of his closest friends? Moreover, what if Millicent outed Hermione by accident? She didn't want to be responsible for such a fiasco.
So instead she kept her lips tight as Ron and Maudrey tried to guess the identity of her lover, alternately throwing names at her.
"Cormac McLaggen?"
"Benedict Bramblepatch?
"Colin Creevy?"
"Stephen Chip?"
"No," Millicent said to each, taking a deep grateful breath.
Crisis averted - the boys had no idea that they were aiming at a completely different area of town than she came from. "None of those. I don't want to play guessing games, boys - I'd prefer if you're going to kick me out, to do so swiftly and not draw out the process."
"Let's not be hasty," Ron said, and he put one of his big hands on her shoulder comfortingly. "Now, why is it that you can't just spend the night in the dorms with them?"
Millicent looked uncomfortable, but she had anticipated this. "I would be disgraced," she said sadly. "This situation is complex and I want to maintain whatever small amount of dignity I can in this situation. Also," she added, blushing a little bit, "practically speaking, the beds aren't exactly accommodating of two. Particularly such big persons, as I am."
"You're not fat, if that's what you're saying," Ron said comfortingly, but it was an automatic lie, as if he'd been drilled on the subject of "tell girls they aren't fat."
"Thanks," Millicent said. She took it as a sign that he was actually in her corner, for the moment. "But I am fat. And that's all right. It just makes sharing a dormitory bed quite impossible."
Ron frowned, and didn't say anything. Then, finally, he decided, "I can't let you sleep here. Let me get someone to help you out."
He snapped his fingers at Maudrey, who sulkingly stood up to go back to her game. "Maudrey, would you go up to the girl's dorms and get Hermione for me?"
The other girl shrugged, kicked the offending Gobstone that had found Millicent in the first place back into the game circle, and with light stocking feet raced up the girl's dorm stairs.
Millicent felt her stomach begin to clamor for something to eat as she realized that Hermione was going to find out about her sleeping in the dorm.
Oh well. She had been disgraced enough by her house - and she knew Hermione well enough by now to know that the other girl was a softie when it came to those maligned.
Millicent honestly couldn't have thought of a better resolution to her situation, to have Ron paint her as a silent uncomplaining martyr who so sweetly sought solace in the common room of her lover. It was a bit pathetic, but it would probably end up well for her.
Soon enough, a sleepy and cross Hermione came thumping down the stairs in her familiar katanke nightgown.
"What is it, Ron?" she demanded, flouncing towards them without making eye contact with the weasel. "This had better be worth it."
"Oi, you still mad about Lavender?" Ron asked hotly, "what a riot."
He shook his head, and she glowered at a spot on the floor, refusing to look at him.
Then Hermione saw Millicent, and her eyes widened.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest. There was curiosity in her eyes, but also caution. She wasn't sure how to proceed, it seemed to Millicent.
Ron, fortunately, was willing and able to put his foot in it on her behalf. "Millicent is dating some bloke in our house, 'Mione, and as a result, the scumbags that the rest of Slytherin are, they have cast her out. She has come to us for help, 'Mione, and as prefect, I intend to do her the favor of helping her. And I hope you'd be willing to do us the honor of helping Millicent find a place to sleep that isn't under this table."
"When did she say she was dating a bloke?" asked Hermione, her tone acid. She was fearsome to look at, and she was assessing Millicent carefully.
"I didn't," Millicent quietly said, casting a glance between the two Gryffindors.
Then Ron opened his eyes wider.
"Oh, erm, sorry Millicent. I just assumed you..."
"It's all right," Millicent said, waving it away.
Hermione's eyes were penetrating and a little bit anxious. "I'll make sure she knows you're here," she said softly. "Come with me, Millicent. I'm sure we can work something out."
Then she looked Ron briefly up and down. "Your zip's undone," she said to him matter-of-factly, and briskly headed up the stairs to the girl's dorms.
As his hands went to cover his willy, which was not in fact exposed, the two girls headed up the stairs.
Millicent sensed tension in Hermione's mind - the girl refused to say anything the entire way up the stairs, refused to touch Millicent when Millicent extended her hand, and kept several steps ahead of the plumper Millicent, who was a little bit slow on stairs.
"Hermione?" she asked with a huff of a breath. Hermione had stopped in front of her room. She stiffened, pressed her ear to the door, and then, apparently satisfied, she opened the door.
"Come," she whispered, and took off her shoes.
Millicent sat down and removed hers as well. They had to be covert of course - Hermione apparently had no intention of letting her roommates know about her uninvited guest.
Together, they moved across the darkened room, Hermione's skin melting into the shadows, Millicent's making her appear a ghostly bluish in the light of the moon.
Hermione gestured silently at the bed, and Millicent heaved herself onto it. It felt all the more comfortable after having spent several nights on the floor, and she relaxed into it luxuriously.
But there was barely enough room for Hermione, who would have managed if Millicent had laid on her side, and Hermione had laid on her side as well, and they had packed together like sardines. But such was not conducive to a good night's sleep, and Hermione, ever practical, seemed to realize that.
She also was a whiz at transfiguration, Millicent was reminded as Hermione briskly tapped the bedposts with her wand and expanded the bed ever so subtly.
It wasn't a big change, but she had managed to expand the little cot just enough to accommodate Millicent's girth in addition to her own. Hermione proceeded to lay down and embrace Millicent, pressing her face into Millicent's enormous breasts.
"I knew something was off," whispered Hermione. "I'm sorry. Did they kick you out?"
"Rather," acknowledged Millicent sadly. She declined to tell Hermione more of the story, given their need to be quiet.
Two fit snugly against each other. It was immensely comfortable. Both of them were taking deep, careful, relaxing breaths, and snuggling closer to each other.
"Mmm," Hermione whispered, not able to help herself. "You're so soft and warm."
"Do you get cold at night?" asked Millicent, feeling her tummy muscles relax as she began to spread out a little bit int he bed.
"Rather," Hermione said, and pressed herself closer to Millicent.
"This won't work well long-term, unfortunately," Millicent said, pressing a kiss into Hermione's bushy kinky hair. "I have chronic issue with being too hot."
Hermione didn't move, but shrugged. Millicent relished the feeling of her hot breath on her bare skin where her collarline revealed it."Somehow we'll manage, I suppose."
With that, Hermione sighed contentedly and turned over. "I don't know what the morning will bring," she whispered, "but I'm happy you're here."
"I'm happy you invited me," Millicent replied, kissing the nape of Hermione's neck and grasping Hermione around the belly. "This is lovely."
They fell asleep there like that, Millicent gazing out the window of the dorm through Hermione's chintz curtains, staring up at the moon and stars that flickered between the lace. please leave comments and reviews! Please! also don't forget about the fatwarts tag on tum blr