Never the Twain Shall Meet
"Harry?" she asked quietly tapping on the door to the Gryffindor boys' dorm.
It was too late at night/ early in the morning to send her Patronus in there lighting the room up like a Christmas tree.
She tried calling, but his phone went to voice mail: 'This is Harry, Leave a Message. Beep.' It said in his resolute, but raspy tone of voice.
All of the screaming and shouting (in fear) we did our fourth, fifth and sixth years during his more developmental years, gave his voice a hoarse quality.
She had heard many a Hogwarts witch comment on how sexy it was; Hermione didn't think so, it made her want to clear her throat every time she heard his voice mail.
The door squeaked open and she found herself looking into the sleepy eyes of a tall, beefy red head, "Ron, Get Harry please." She said.
He squinted at her, "why?" he whispered.
She made a face, her head dropped back and to the side a bit and her shoulders dropped an inch in exasperation, "Because I need to talk to him."
He huffed and turned back around; a few seconds later Harry shuffled to the door phone in hand, but he looked wide awake.
Ron was standing behind him looking curious. She smirked at Harry and bade him follow her silently. "I'll be back Ron." he said and closed the door not wanting to be questioned by his former best friend.
"Mya?" he called in stage whisper.
In the common room, by the fire, the lights were low. There she stood holding a cake with candles on it.
He put the phone back to his ear, murmured something and flipped it shut.
With a wide smile he quickened his pace, "My birthday isn't til Sunday." He said looking at the cake with child like glee – not celebrating your birthday for the first ten years of your life made each birthday after that even more precious.
"I know, but my mum wants me home this weekend so she can play matchmaker with her intern and me. So I wanted to give you my present now." She said pulling out an envelope first and then a slim rectangle box.
He opened the envelope first and pulled out four season tickets to Puddlemere United Quidditch games.
He gasped, "Mya, You are the best… I love you I love you!" he said wanting to hug her but not wanting to get cake all over himself right now.
Next he opened the box. It was a masculine bracelet; brushed silver, simple inscribed POTTER on the face. It was nice. He loved it and put it on immediately.
"Thank you, everything is … thank you." he said pushing his cake to the side and moving to hug and kiss her.
She kissed him back and smiled at him impishly, "you should call Pans back, so she doesn't fall asleep waiting for you."
He chuckled and nodded.
Hermione was just outside of the portrait when it swung open again and Ron walked out quickly, evidently looking for her as he stopped abruptly when he saw her, "Ron?" she asked her brows furrowing.
He put his head down suddenly finding his feet interesting, "Will you umm... would you go with me to Hogsmeade?" he asked.
She was shocked he asked and shocked more that he actually got it all out in one go.
"I'm sorry Ron; I'm going home for the weekend."
His head snapped up, "What about your head duties?"
Annoyed that he thought he could remind her about her duties, thereby questioning her integrity she snapped at him, "My head duties are none of your concern, Ronald." She hissed and turned to walk away, but she was caught by the elbow and whipped back around.
He was angry, she could feel the rage coming from him and had to give him credit for trying to control it, "You don't talk to me anymore." He said his tone clipped and strained.
"I tried once, but both you and Ginny didn't seem interested." She explained.
"I miss you 'Mione." He said in a moment of weakness.
"…as a friend?" she had to be sure.
He looked at her, but didn't say anything, "If that's what you want." He said quietly, resigned.
"It's what I want." She said just as quietly.
He swallowed, but their quiet moment was interrupted, "Oi! Granger, you alright?" Blaise asked.
"A little far from home, Zabini." Ron snarled.
Blaise looked at the scene for a moment and moved his robes so that Ron could clearly see the Prefects badge he wore, "Well then keep going, nothing to see." Ron directed.
"I disagree. Unhand Miss Granger or I will dock points." He warned calmly.
"Dock them, then." Ron dared.
"Ronald!" Hermione snapped and tried to push him away, but he didn't budge. She silently cursed her small stature.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. Now let her go and step back." The Italian said.
"No." Ron replied his grip tightening and Hermione wincing. He stepped closer.
"Ron, back up and let me go!" she said now struggling.
This all came to a head when all three froze, "Is there a problem?" deep and silky voice, each word enunciated succinctly.
"No Professor Snape, sir." Blaise said respectfully.
"If that were true, Mr. Zabini, Gryffindor would be ten points richer and Mr. Weasley would not be manhandling our head girl, now would he?" Professor Snape said his head facing Blaise when he started and moving slowly to face Ron and Hermione as he ended the sentence.
Hermione broke free of Ron and moved towards Blaise.
Ron scowled, but didn't say anything, "It is after hours Mr. Weasley, inside please or I will continue what Mr. Zabini started."
Ron looked from Hermione to Blaise and back again, nodding curtly and murmuring the password.
The door clicked shut and Snape turned towards the two students, "Miss Granger do be more careful. Mr. Zabini." Snape turned dramatically with a billow of his robes and glided down the dark hallway.
They murmured unheard 'good nights' and looked at each other, "Are you alright?"Blaise asked.
She nodded, but didn't speak Instead she dropped her head on his chest. He pulled her close and hugged.
He closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head.
She sighed and caught scent of his smell, Bergamot. She inhaled again and closed her eyes. Next thing she knew she was on her tip toes nuzzling his neck.
He was squeezing her tightly, his breathing shallow, her eyes popped open when something hard pressed her in the stomach rather persistently, "Oh Blaise, I…."
She was cut off by his lips softly pushing against hers. They moved gently at first, coaxing a response. His kiss sent fireworks off in her head and her arms moved up around his shoulders to bring him closer.
He deepened the kiss, requesting entry with his tongue; it was granted when her lips parted capturing his tongue and gently sucking on it.
He breathed in through his nose not wanting to break the kiss for lack of oxygen and pulled her up so that her weight was balanced on him.
He turned her around and pressed her back against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moaned at the position and pressed his straining member into her.
She was panting, fingers tangled in his hair. She was moving her hips in desperate circles, seeking friction.
They heard the door creak open and stopped. He let her down and pulled her into the darkness. He placed a finger on his lips to keep her quiet; she rolled her eyes and mouthed 'duh'.
They walked back to the heads dorms and faced the sleepy King Draco and Queen Hermione, "password." King Draco said.
"I should go." She said, he still holding her hand.
He nodded and leaned down to take one more kiss, "See you Sunday." He said and turned to finish his rounds.
She smiled, chirped the password and flounced inside.
She fell onto her bed… well floated into bed would be more like it. She wasn't sure how she got undressed or under the covers, but there she was ready for sleep that surely wouldn't come for hours.
Her mind was spinning a million miles an hour, first there was Marcus, who she hadn't seemed to be able to get out of her mind for the past few days... since... well since.
She liked his voice, it was so… sexy and earthy and safe.
As they spoke she had felt more comfortable with him than any other time in her life. She was worried about the awkward factor, but would get over that easily enough; she also worried that he would think her a silly little girl.
She knew he was relatively young, her mum said he had graduated university last year, that made him around 22 or 23; plus he was a muggle.
She wasn't a hypocrite by any stretch, but she would have preferred a wizard. She didn't like the idea of hiding a part of who she was around someone who was supposed to care about all of her; still she knew the wisdom in protecting their secret.
Dumbledore once said, in explanation, 'One person is reasonable, a crowd is chaotic.' She understood.
Then there was Blaise. She didn't see that coming. Marcus must have flipped a switch inside of her, because one moment she was savoring the masculine smell of Blaise and the next she was wrapped around him like a scarf. It was so contrary to her normal state of mind.
She could still feel his soft lips moving against hers and the pressure he was placing against her center; it sent tingles up and down her spine.
She had had two boys interested in her, Viktor, who was not really interested in her, he had kissed her twice. One was wet and slobbery and the other was chaste.
And then there was Ron, she had the beginnings of a crush her third year, but the way he acted their fifth year ended her crush effectively. In fact she hadn't even spoken to him in over a year.
She didn't dislike him, she just didn't miss him.
She thought about the events of the last few days and snorted unbelieving, "When it rains it pours." She said aloud and closed her eyes to dream.
Her last thought was that she wondered if she were just a late bloomer, whereas most of her dorm mates were boy crazy starting from fifth year on, she hadn't been, or maybe it had something to do with circumstances and being Harry Potter's best friend.
The next morning she woke up ready to go.
She showered and dressed in low rise muggle jeans that framed her bum perfectly (according to Draco) and a Pink long sleeved t-shirt that read:
World Domination Checklist
Evil Laugh
Henchmen
Secret Lair
Giant Death-ray Device
Army of Ninja's
The t-shirt only drew the hungry gaze of Harry, Draco and Blaise preventing them from speaking. She smirked and kissed Draco and Harry on the cheek; pausing at Blaise she nuzzled his neck and waved – he squeezed her in a brief hug while she nuzzled his neck – Draco and Harry smirked and waited until the door shut to face him, "Well?" Harry asked excitedly.
"Well what?" Blaise teased.
"You know what, what was that?" Draco said pointing towards the now closed door.
"I… she… we kissed last night." He said deciding to just get to the point and add the details later.
"I'm going to need more details." Draco said and Harry nodded both sitting down on the couch waiting.
Blaise sighed and sat down too.
***Marcus
Her mum had asked him to pick her up from the train station, so there he was waiting for her. His eyes involuntarily searched for Platform 9 3/4, but he stopped and watched the people stream out of the doors of the train.
Janey said Mya resembled her, small, slender with dark wavy hair. He didn't see anyone fitting that description.
Scanning the three doors in front of him his eye caught sight of a pretty woman with dark reddish brown hair. She had a nice body, one that made Marcus want to abandon his duty to watch daughter of boss and go chat the woman up.
When the petite brunette turned around his breath caught, no, it couldn't be. He thought.
His first instinct was to take cover, hoping she wouldn't see him, but his next was the idea that if anyone could see he's changed it would be her.
He still hadn't put two and two together.
Walking towards her, his confidence slipped slightly. She was really pretty. The wind blew and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. One of her hands was comfortably placed in her back pocket and the other dropped by her side.
"Hermione Granger?" he asked
She turned towards him with a smile on her face, but quickly faded into confusion; she wasn't sure she recognized him and then fear; Malcolm Flint's son, Marcus.
She gasped and stepped back, "Wait wait wait. I'm not going to hurt you and my father's dead." He said quickly holding his arms out similar to how you would keep a wild animal from bolting.
Her eyes narrowed and he could see her weighing the pros and cons of pulling her wand on him, "too many muggles Hermione." He said and watched her eyes shift in defeat.
"What do you want, Flint?" she asked jutting her chin out and squaring her shoulders.
She refused to call him Marcus, the person tied to that name in her mind was someone she held in high regard.
"I just wanted to … I don't know, talk to you, I guess I hoped that you would see that I'm not the same as him. Stupid, you're not some seer. I'm sorry... I…" he was interrupted by her small hand on his forearm and sympathy in her eyes, "No, I'm sorry for reacting rudely. Let's try this again. Hi Mr. Flint, How are you these days?" she asked smiling at the absurdity.
He chuckled, "I'm well and I must comment you don't resemble the little witch I remember in her second year. Wow, age becomes you." he said teasing, his eyes raking over her body.
She blushed prettily and smiled, "Thank you, but seriously, what're you doing here?" referring to the muggle train station.
"I'm picking up my boss' daughter, she's coming … (piecing it together)…home (just another second)… from school….Mya?" he finished incredulously.
She nodded, "Sweet Merlin… Marcus?" she said again and blushed scarlet in memory.
They stood staring at each other in shock and pleasant realization. She gave him a half smile after a minute and looked him over, "I dare say, Marcus that age becomes you as well. Shall we go?" she told him all thoughts of kissing Blaise quickly evaporating.
He grunted in response, partly because he was embarrassed at the compliment and partly because she had just turned away from him and he couldn't keep his eyes from her arse. Great day to be a pair of jeans… he thought and jogged to catch up to her.
