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"I am never leaving my office again," Hermione told Ginny, her head in her hands. After the incident in Malfoy's office she had decided to take the rest of the day off and had spent most of the day wandering London before apparating over to visit Ginny. "I can never go back to the Manor either. Can you imagine the smug look on Malfoy's face?" Her face reddened thinking about it.
"It was the charm, Hermione. Everyone knows that," Ginny said soothingly.
"At least it's over," Hermione said, shaking her head, as Ginny got up and went into the kitchen.
"So? How was it?" Ginny called from the other room.
"I'm not sure. I was in such a state I wasn't really thinking. I completely took him off guard." She shuddered at the memory.
"There's always next time," Ginny laughed.
Hermione ignored her and moaned. "He's sure to make fun of me. Oh, Merlin!"
"He may be embarrassed too," Ginny said, coming back with a tray containing 2 mugs of tea and a smaller cup.
"I can't imagine him being embarrassed about anything," Hermione said, taking the tea. "Though the charm must have kicked in for him as well, he didn't fight me after the surprise wore off. What's this?" she asked as Ginny handed the other cup to her.
"Contraceptive potion. I assume you didn't already take one."
Hermione looked at her, horrified. "Thanks so much, Ginny," she said, drinking the contents quickly. "Can you imagine? I would die!"
Ginny glanced at the time. "Harry will be coming home soon," she said.
"Merlin, the look on his face," Hermione closed her eyes.
A key turned in the lock and Harry appeared with Ron in tow. They paused when they saw Hermione.
"Erm, hello, Hermione," Ron mumbled, his face turning red as he looked away.
"Hello, Ronald," Hermione sighed. She turned to Harry. "How was work?"
"Well, it was a little crazy for awhile, I'm sure you can imagine," Harry said, setting down his bag. "If it makes you feel better, Malfoy came out and threatened everyone with death if they let on to the Prophet."
"That's only to save himself," Hermione mumbled.
"I reminded everyone about the charm. It'll be embarrassing at first, but you'll survive," Harry said wearily. "Most people on your floor had to deal with the act. I'm sure they understand."
"At least they dealt with it at home," Ron muttered, and Ginny threw a couch pillow at him. "Ow, Gin!"
"Just shut it Ron, or I'll have to tell Hermione about the bathroom incident your fourth year."
"No! Sorry, Hermione," Ron said quickly.
Hermione made a mental note to ask Ginny about it later and ploughed on. "Did you hear about it on your floor?"
"No, just from Harry. Malfoy apparently terrified everyone into silence. You're safe." Ron walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana and began to eat. "He was looking for you though."
"Who?"
"Malfoy. Asked us after work where you'd gone."
"What did you say?" Hermione gritted her teeth in exasperation as Ron paused to take another bite.
"Harry said he expected that you came here."
"Harry!"
"What? Merlin, Hermione, you can't hide from him forever! "Clearly annoyed, Harry walked past her and upstairs.
"What's with him? I'm the one that was humiliated today." Hermione sniffed.
"Hermione, I understand how embarrassing this was, but Harry did warn you, a few times I might add," Ginny said gently. "You were too stubborn to take care of it earlier. You can't blame him for being upset if you're mad now."
"You're right," Hermione agreed. "It's my own fault. I guess I should go back now. I'm sure Malfoy's just itching to make fun of me. Best to get it over with." She headed back over to the fireplace. "Tell Harry I'm sorry."
"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Ginny asked.
"No, I'm not hungry. Hopefully I can sneak upstairs without Malfoy seeing me. He won't bother me if I'm in more room."
She grabbed some floo powder and threw it in the fireplace. "Malfoy Manor," she said clearly, and stepped in. A second later she felt like she hit a brick wall. "Oh, bother," she muttered, kicking the blocked entrance.
"Who is it?" called an amused voice.
"Damn it, Malfoy, you know who it is. Open the floo connection," she snapped.
"That can't possibly be my dear wife, could it?" he called back, clearly enjoying himself. "I thought you'd decided to call me Draco."
Hermione felt like she would explode with embarrassment and anger. "Draco, open the connection," she managed to say, calmly.
"Of course," she heard him say and suddenly she was standing in front of him, covered in soot.
Tuffy came running over to take her cloak and try to wipe off the debris the unexpected stop had covered her with. Hermione tried to get away from the elf. "It's fine, Tuffy. Really," she whispered, unable to meet Malfoy's eye.
"But Missus is so dirty! Missus must call ahead and Tuffy will open the connection," the elf squeaked.
"I'll remember that," Hermione told her grimly. She could see Malfoy in the corner of her eye staring at her, a grin on his face but she wouldn't meet his gaze.
"Did you eat at Potter's?" he asked after a moment. She shook her head. "Make sure Hermione gets dinner," he said to Tuffy, who bowed and ran off quickly.
"It's alright, really. I'm not hungry," Hermione objected quietly.
"Nonsense. She'll bring it up to your room. You'll want to take a bath, I suppose."
Hermione couldn't resist. "You think? If you hadn't closed the connection-"
"I didn't close it, you never opened it," he argued. "It's not my fault if you can't remember simple instructions."
"You knew I was coming back. Harry told me he told you where I was," she said, finally looking at him.
"I knew where you were, not how or when you'd return," he returned calmly, an arrogant look in his eye.
"Fine," Hermione snapped back, no argument left. "I'm going to bed." She stamped more soot off of her and began to walk from the room.
"Oh, and Hermione?" Against her better judgement, she turned towards his voice. "Today was neither a holiday nor my birthday, remember that." He grinned wickedly at her expression before beating her out the door and up the stairs.