Never the Twain Shall Meet
He hung up the phone and pressed his cheek against the cool wood of the desk closing his eyes.
What the fuck just happened? He screamed in his head.
I'm going mental – completely losing my mind. I just had phone sex with the boss's daughter. Their 18 year old daughter. Their 18 year old daughter away at school!
Another voice spoke in defense of 'their' actions, she's of age and she called here.
To speak to her parents! The original voice yelled making Marcus cringe outwardly.
Another voice, still, spoke from a dark corner of his mind, we enjoyed it and so did she.
It can never happen again. First voice.
Why not? Second voice.
Bosses daughter, B) 18 years old, C) we don't know each other, D)it'll never go anywhere
Everything stopped in his mind, Why do we care if it never goes anywhere? Are we ready to settle down?
Marcus groaned out loud and spoke into an empty and dimly lit office, "I am losing my mind, arguing with myself!"
Dialing.
Ringing.
"'Lo"
"Pucey, you home?"
"Just got here."
"Meet me for a drink at the Leaky." He said
"20 minutes, I need to shower."
"yeah." Click.
Marcus shut his book and sighed, he wouldn't get anymore studying done tonight. He pulled out his wand after closing his door and performed a quick cleaning spell on himself. He also cast an aroma spell (he created it at University) over himself; Sandalwood and Sage.
An hour later Marcus and Adrian were on their third ale; Zabini called ten minutes ago ready to hex Malfoy and Potter into oblivion.
"Hey mate, they're just doing it to rile you up, ignore them." Pucey advised.
Marcus chuckled, "What'd they do?" he asked quietly
Pucey held up a finger, "Zabini, Marcus is here too, I'm putting you on speaker so don't get loud."
Pucey pressed the speaker button and they both heard Blaises loud sigh on the other end, "Hey Blaise when did you get a cell phone and how is it working at Hogwarts?" Marcus asked.
"Hermione gave them to us on her birthday. She also taught us the charm to make them function." He said with clipped words.
"She got them for you on her birthday?" Marcus asked to clarify what he heard.
Blaise chuckled, "Yeah mate."
Pucey interjected, "So tell us again what they did to get you wrapped around the axle."
Blaise sighed again and Pucey and Flint, focused on the phone between them smiled at the drama, "Ok, so you know Hermione, right?"
"Not really, saw her once her second year – bushy hair, fearless little thing." Marcus responded.
"Ok well she is fearless and bossy, but her hair isn't bushy… anymore. It's long and dark and shiny; it's hair you want to grab fistfuls of and pull… you know." He said the last two words with a deeper voice in a seductive manner.
Marcus blinked and looked at Pucey's smirk, "Don't be a pussy, Blaise – get to the fucking point." Adrian remarked.
Marcus snorted and took a drink, "I take it you have a thing for her?"
"Yeah mate."
"Go on."
"She's head girl, Draco is head boy and Potter is her best friend, so we usually all hang out in the heads common room. Well tonight, Draco and Potter were playing chess and Hermione had gone to bed. They said after a while they heard noises and went to check to see if she were alright; she opened the door in her underwear; just a little tank top on knickers. Potter said she had soft curvy hips and Draco said he could just make out her nipples under her top."
Pucey and Flint were laughing at this point, "Hey, It's not funny!"
"Would she give them the time of day?" Pucey asked uncertain of the answer, Draco was very good looking and could pull in the birds with one quick smile.
"I don't think so, Draco's panting after Astoria and She and Potter performed some kind of friendship bonding spell – they're family and nothing more."
"Have you asked her out yet?" Marcus asked.
"Merlin no." Blaise said leaving both men confused, "Why not?" Adrian asked winking at the waitress when she brought another drink.
She giggled and walked away. Marcus shook his head and refocused his attention on the phone.
"Buy her something." Adrian suggested, he never bought anything for any witch other than his mother, but he heard it worked for other blokes.
Marcus grimaced at the suggestion and Adrian shrugged, "No, it won't work with her; she's different."
Marcus' phone vibrated; he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at Draco's face pictured. He snorted quietly and showed it to Pucey who chuckled.
"Malfoy."
"Hey mate, you'll never guess what me and Pothead did to Zabini!" he said laughing.
"Told him you saw the girl he's crushing on naked?" Marcus summarized.
Draco stopped laughing for a moment, "how'd you know?"
"Blaise called Pucey."
Draco relayed that bit of information to Potter and Marcus heard them both burst out laughing which made him smile at their amusement. He held the phone out so Pucey could hear them howling, "What's that?" Blaise asked he could hear it faintly.
"The idiots who got you all riled up." Adrian said.
Marcus put his phone on speaker and set it beside Pucey's on the table, they were both bent over looking at the phones with expectant smiles on their faces.
They could hear Blaise's quick foot falls, a door pushed open and hitting the wall, the laughter stop, more quick foot falls running away from one phone (Pucey's) loud in the other (Marcus'), presumably Draco and Potter running away from a wand drawn Blaise.
Then they heard it the Jelly Legs Jinx and a very loud tumble; Draco and Potter screaming like girls, "we didn't see anything, we didn't see anything!" Draco yelled holding his hands up in surrender from the floor.
"You said you saw her nipple." Blaise sneered pointing his wand at his friends.
"Barely a hint… a hint, she put her robe on after a second!" Potter added.
"Hang up the phone, I don't want witnesses." Blaise said
Both Marcus and Pucey heard clicks and then silence. They weren't worried, Blaise was a logical bloke, he wouldn't do anything that would land him in Azkaban; so they ordered another drink and put their phones away.
"So why are we here?" Pucey asked
Marcus looked everywhere, but Adrian's piercing gaze, "I did something that will inevitably get me fired, possibly murdered and worst, it will definitely lead to several awkward moments."
"You had sex with someone's sister?" Though Pucey was at a loss, they were all only children. The only pureblood families he knew of that had multiple children were the Patils and the Greengrasses; both girls …and the Weasley's, of course, but he knew Marcus wouldn't go there.
Marcus looked at him, "No, you know the people I work for… I told you they had a daughter, Mya. We talk every once in a while when she calls. Well tonight, she called. We ended up having phone sex." He said miserably.
"How old is this girl?"
"18"
"Well that's a relief. Was she into it?" Adrian asked.
"Yeah, she started it." Marcus said.
Pucey pondered this for a minute, "so what's the problem?"
"I work for her parents, she's coming home at the end of the month for the weekend – her mum asked me to take her out, have dinner with them… "Marcus ended with a groan.
"So her mum wants you to date her daughter. You had phone sex with said daughter and now you're worried about …commitment? Her being a muggle? What?"
"I'm not sure about the commitment part, I'd prefer a witch, but…" he shrugged as if to say, it really doesn't matter.
"Do you know what she looks like?" Pucey asked.
Marcus smiled remembering the bookworm, "Marcus?" Adrian prompted when the large wizard zoned out with the goofy smile. "Do you know what she looks like?" Adrian asked again.
"No." Marcus said, "That's another thing, what if she's scary ugly?"
Pucey made a face that bespoke agreement, "That is a valid concern."
***Earlier & Blaise POV
"Zabini!" Draco called smiling conspiratorially at Harry.
Blaise looked up from his desk in the Slytherin common room and narrowed his eyes at two of his best friends; they were up to something.
A second later Pansy and Daphne burst through the door in giggles and light hearted malice, "We just caught Ginny Weasley banging Dean Thomas in the hallway near the potions classroom!"
"I thought she was seeing Terry Boot." Harry said.
Pansy shrugged, "Guess not anymore… or he isn't aware of her…"
"Daliances?" Harry supplied
Pansy nodded.
Daphne and Draco shared a look, "…and everyone wonders why she and I didn't work out, more rides than a broom, that one." Harry commented.
Daphne and Pansy looked at him like he was daft, "you have some nerve commenting on her … exploits, Potter." Pansy said.
Draco and Blaise cringed; they knew what was coming next, "What are you on about?" Harry asked in mock bravado, he knew what was coming as well.
"You've humped all but one Gryffindor female, half of Ravenclaw and most of Hufflepuff, second only to Draco or Blaise – I'm not sure which!" she snapped.
Draco and Blaise looked both mildly offended and sufficiently pleased.
Harry put on his best charming smile and walked slowly towards the slender witch, "I only do it to fill the void in my heart left by you. Once you accept that we're meant to be together, I won't have need for another." He said with his larger hands gently holding her smaller ones.
Daphne was making gagging noises, "Does that normally work, Potter?" she asked.
Draco, Blaise, and Daphne all were in fits of chuckles and giggles at Harry's declaration.
Pansy withdrew her hands and followed Daphne up the stairs to their dorms.
Draco noticed first, "You're serious. You like Pansy?"
Harry turned to his friends, "I love Pansy." He said then got back to the point, "So, Zabini, guess what?"
Draco followed suit and Blaise narrowed his eyes, "What?"
They sat, "We saw Hermione naked." Harry said taunting the Italian.
"What?" Blaise stood quickly.
Draco laughed, "We were up in the heads common room playing chess. Hermione had gone to bed. After a while we heard noises coming from her room and went to check to see if she was alright. When she opened the door, she was standing there in her pretty little panties and thin little tank top. I could see her lovely, lick-able nipples through her top." Draco said moving his tongue salaciously
Potter smiled, "Did you know, Blaise, that she has the loveliest legs and hips, so curvy and soft. Hips you can grab onto to steady yourself; toned legs and nice firm bum." His hands holding invisible hips and his hips pumping back and forth crudely.
Blaise was slowly turning into an unnatural shade of purple, his dark skin didn't reflect enraged red that well, so purple it was.
He pulled out his wand and threw the first hex. Draco and Potter ran out of sight and Blaise called Pucey, "Adrian!"
After Blaise hung up and finished carrying out his revenge, he fell onto his bed with visions of Hermione Granger dancing in his head.
She'd grown out of her bushy hair, squatty body and round face. Her hair had grown into dark auburn barrel curls that hung down her back in a silky curtain. Her whiskey colored eyes expressed her every emotion; were framed by long dark lashes that contrasted with her peaches and cream complexion; her cheeks and nose sprinkled with freckles. She was slender; her arms were muscled, her legs defined and long, but not overly so; she was feminine and soft.
Her smile brightened the room and her lush strawberry colored lips enclosed straight white teeth.
He sighed and closed his eyes drifting off into a fitful sleep.
Draco went back to his bedroom in the heads suite after being hexed by Blaise he thought about Harry and Pansy.
Dialing.
Ringing.
"Hello?" the soft sweet and sleepy voice answered.
"Hey." He said mentally worshiping Mya for giving them cell phones and charming them to work.
"Draco?" she asked clearing her throat quietly.
"Sorry… I ... ummm" Draco stumbled.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes, I just … umm wanted to talk to you." he said lamely annoyed at himself for turning into a babbling fool.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked in her sweet voice half whispering.
He heard her murmur a silencing spell around her bed and then pictured her burrowing in under her covers for the conversation. He smiled.
"You." he said feeling more confident.
"Me?" she squeaked. He knew she would be uncomfortable with the idea of talking about herself, pureblood women were raised to think it rude to talk about themselves, conversations were focused on the wizard and not the witch.
"How about we play 20 questions…" he suggested
"Ok." Came her soft reply…
