We'll Be The Only Dream You Seek

by Ceilidhchaos

In the summer before 8th year, Head Boy Theo Nott and Head Girl Hermione Granger are dealing with alot of trauma at child soldier therapy camp. Pansy and Draco are waiting for their trials. The four of them end up growing closer over fire whiskey, cigarettes, group therapy and illicit touches. A polyamorous, kinky AU.

7. This Could Be Perfection

Chapter 7 - This could be Perfection

Notes: the song for the opening interlude

Siren - Kailee Morgue

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Chapter 7 Song: Ocean Eyes by American Avenue

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Pansy stretched luxuriously like the cat she'd thought she'd be as an animagus. Her black shiny dress pulled taut over her small pert breasts, she was particularly pleased she'd foregone the bra so her nipples were peaking through the fabric. She glanced up and the feral look on Theo's face made the pleasure shoot through her. Oh yes, going braless today was a very good idea.

"Can I kiss you, my queen? Can I touch you?" Theo whispered hoarsely, as he begged her for what he needed. Pansy let her eyes roam over his body and smirked at his arousal, very apparent in his pants.

"I suppose I could permit some kisses, pet." Pansy purred, running her nails carefully over his cheek; this wasn't a play scene so she needed to keep things in the light dominance and submission arena. This was not the time to dip their toes into their darker desires, especially since Draco would be back any second. That was something they would need to wait to show Draco in order to gauge his interest.

Pansy climbed onto Theo's lap, her clit on the ridge of his cock where it lay hard beneath his clothes. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pressed her breasts against his chest; straddling him on her knees putting her face just above his. The grip of her hand in his hair forced his face up to her.

"Who is my good boy?" Pansy blew the question out, letting her breath breeze over Theo's ear. Theo, who whimpered at the question, had pupils blown with lust. She leaned forward and nibbled on his lower lip and then plundered his mouth with her tongue. She hummed in pleasure and slid one of her hands to his throat tightening there until she felt him stiffen even more under her. With one hand clenched in his curls and the other around his throat, Pansy had full control of the kisses. This confidence allowed her to offer her neck to him. Theo nipped, laved and suckled his way down her throat, leaving marks all along her flesh, Pansy hummed in pleasure as he worked.

The click of Hermione's door closing did not cause even a flicker in Theo and Pansy's heated snogging. Draco's voice tickling the shell of Pansy's ear, on the other hand, caused Theo to look up from his ministrations, eyes still cloudy with desire.

"Can I watch?" The blonde whispered and Pansy turned to look at him, her hand still tightly gripping Theo's hair. Her pet would defer to her at the moment; he had managed to slip into a sub headspace, so she didn't want to make things too complicated. However, she knew that Theo and Draco already had a sexual relationship, even if Draco was technically still a virgin.

And she did love Draco. Would it break something if they saw whether their current "V" relationship could work as a triad? She didn't think so. Draco saved her life, he respected her boundaries implicitly. He was protective and devoted. And the two of them could be in Azkaban next month; even if it crashed and burned she and Draco might be sitting in adjoining cells for the next decade or more. Fuck it.

"Here," Pansy said and lightly guided Draco with her fingers gripping him by the earlobe to sit next to Theo on the couch, she lifted herself and slid one leg over Draco's left thigh, pressing the two men together under her. A long-nailed hand on the side of each of their faces, "You're my boys aren't you?"

"Completely and utterly my queen," Theo whispered, leaning his cheek into the palm of her hand.

Draco looked at Theo, pupils dilated, his body tense under Pansy's leg. "Draco, can I pull your hair?" She whispered with sultry passion. Regardless of the fact that he had asked if he could watch, Pansy wanted to make sure she didn't cross any lines without his consent. Especially if she wanted this to work, longterm.

He looked up at Pansy, his tongue sneaking out and wetting his lower lip.

Breathlessly, he exhaled, "Yes, Pans."

"Mmmm" She murmured, suddenly gripping the back or his head, the white blonde locks soft in her clenched fist. "You're my boy aren't you Draco? Like Theo is mine." She forced his eyes to hers and his porcelain skin flushed pink with arousal was delicious. "Do you want to be mine, Draco?" She cooed, her breath tickling his lips.

"Pans," Draco looked at her, "are you sure? I do, but I didn't think you liked men like that." Pansy was stroking Theo's chest with her other hand as he was nuzzling her neck. She couldn't stop the smirk at the sweet innocence of the blonde.

"I like men for some things, darling,'' she explained, caressing his cheek. "And I think you will like my plan for this evening. Tomorrow we will talk in depth about boundaries and desires when we have sobered up. Tonight I just want a show." She leaned down and nipped hard at Theo's lip, drawing a little coppery blood and he moaned as he tasted it on his tongue. Pansy leaned over and kissed Draco gently, sharing the flavour of Theo's blood with him, and nipping his lips lightly. Draco was breathing heavily, his face a mask of desire, but Pansy didn't know whether the taste of Theo's blood had been what incited him, or if it was the forceful dominance Pansy wielded so effortlessly.

She slid off their laps, giving them each a long lingering look that told them to behave. Crossing to the fireplace, she sat in the chair that Blaise had vacated earlier; she yanked her silk emerald knickers down her legs and tossed them to Theo, who grabbed them from the air, holding them to his nose and taking a deep inhale before he put them under Draco's nose. Draco looked at Pansy in shock. She loved the look of hunger on his face as he breathed her scent in. Was she torturing them a bit with something she had no plans to let them possess fully? Perhaps.

If this worked out, it would always be a delicate equilibrium, allowing each of them to get the pleasure that they needed without crossing the boundary of another: a balancing act by any measure.

Pansy spread her legs wide, throwing one leg over the chair arm, her hot dripping cunt on view for her two favourite people.

"Now that I have your attention," she said, clearing her throat, making both boys sit up straighter as their eyes devoured her, ravenous. "I want you to make each other cum. You can start with snogging. Show me what you can do to each other."

Theo, her good obedient boy, did not need to be told twice, already with his palms to Draco's cheeks pulling him in for a hot rough kiss, rutting his body against Draco's. Pansy watched with pleasure as Draco arched into Theo, already acting desperate for release. What a show this was about to be! These two were the fittest blokes around. Combined, the heat between them was incendiary.

She stroked her own lips and circled her clit with the pad of her finger with slowly increasing pressure carefully. Even in her drunkenness, she made sure not to knick the delicate flesh with her sharpened nails. This wasn't her first time touching herself with her nails charmed this sharp.

Draco's hands were clenched into Theo's shirt, forcing the fabric up his back, one hand sliding back down and caressing the span of bronzed skin. One hand gripped the blonde's throat while Theo's thumb stroked his jaw, the other hand slid into Draco's hair, his fingers twisting in Draco's locks.

Pansy could tell that their tongues were invading each other's mouths. Theo and Draco were lost in each other's kisses, Pansy wondered if either of them even remembered she was present, so gone in their own pleasure were they. That thought saw her quim flutter and her leg shake as she continued to lightly stroke her clit, flicking it slightly.

"My darlings," Pansy called, "You may do more than kiss." This made them stutter a bit, confirming that they had forgotten their audience. "Perhaps Theo, my pet, you could show Draco a new pleasure, I know his experience is a bit limited."

Theo hummed in pleasure, and pinched Draco's nipples making the blonde gasp. Theo unbuttoned his denims, releasing the long thick cock that Pansy knew must be hurting, trapped in the tight pants. Theo untucked Draco's shirt and stroked Draco's abdomen. Reaching his hands into Draco's trousers, Theo grabbed Draco's cock, running his thumb over the head spreading the precum that had formed there.

Theo eased down Draco's trousers so that the dark purple head was slowly revealed, precum glistening in the fire light. The impressive length of Draco's cock was slowly displayed, until Theo had lowered the trousers to mid thigh and pushed Draco down, his back on the couch, his legs trapped between Theo's thighs. The vulnerable look on Draco's face as Theo loomed over him had Pansy quivering in anticipation. While Theo was her sub, for Draco, he was the dominant one and seeing him in this other role made her cunt clench. It was one thing to know theoretically that her pet was a switch, it was another thing to get to see him in action.

Theo raised himself up, just enough to slide his denims to his knees, and then seemed to change his mind and wandlessly vanished them along with his undergarments. His skin tight black shirt remained, his lone clothing item.

Theo leaned over Draco and kissed him passionately. Pansy bit her lip at how fit and passionate the two of them were. She felt like she might combust. Why had she never watched them before? This was much too hot to deny herself the pleasure of watching.

Physically, they were complete contradictions and the sight had her quivering. Theo's bronzed skin and dark curls were warm in the flickering firelight, while Draco was the coolness of the moon, with his white blonde hair and porcelain skin. Two aristocratic profiles engaged in heated kisses that should have melted the castle stones.

Theo used a lubrication charm and then gripped Draco's cock, lining the ridged undersides of their manhoods against one another. He held tight to their shafts, his hand stroking up and down as their cocks grew even harder, their breathing more rapid and erratic.

They were very finely made, her boys, and those manhoods! Prime examples she was certain. Not that she was interested in them putting those things anywhere inside her. If anything, she was envious. She'd love to be the one to bend Theo over.

The two men were nearly wild under each other's touch as Theo cupped Draco's balls while continuing to stroke the two cocks together with his other hand. Theo's palm rotated and stroked the bellends of their cocks at the same time as his other hand held fast to their bases.

Pansy loved the way Draco bit his lip and threw his head back and his hips bucked into Theo's touch. The possibility of his imminent orgasm was making her quiver with anticipation. She bit her own lip with excitement. Sweet Salazar, how she wished Hermione was still out here. She'd love to lick and suckle on her sweet quim next to Theo mouthing and laving the hard length of Draco with his tongue. Mmmmm that sounded delicious and decadent.

Theo started to whisper to Draco and Pansy could just make out his rambling. "Oh my Dragon you're doing such a good job, do you love the feeling of my cock rubbing against yours, does it feel good? I love the way your hard length feels against mine. I can't wait until you are ready to give me the force of that hard dick in my arse. I want it so badly." Theo leaned in, and nipped at Draco's bottom lip.

"Did putting Granger to bed get your cock hard? Seeing her all soft and vulnerable, her limp body in your arms. Did you wish you had her permission to slide yourself into her wet heat while she slept? I bet between the three of us her knickers were soaked." The groan from Draco made Pansy think Theo was correct in his assumptions about what Draco had wanted to do to the drunk Gryffindor Princess. "She's so pretty and sweet. She makes me want to put my cock deep inside her tight wet little cunt and take little bites out of her neck." Draco was beyond words, his head thrown back, his hands gripping the couch cushions. Pansy couldn't help but shudder herself at the thought of getting to watch Theo impale Hermione, stretching her wide on his thick cock. Better yet, Hermione's face between her own legs as Theo took her from behind, the little swot moaning into Pansy's cunt.

Theo looked over at Pansy and smiled, licking his lips and giving a longing look at her cunt. She slid two fingers inside herself and watched as Theo nearly lost his mind. His rutting against Draco grew frantic, and Draco seemed lost in the sensation as well. Draco's head was thrown back, eyes closed, his face flushed and sweat beading at his brow. Hot spurts of cum suddenly came from both of them, whiteness painting the chests and six-packs of both young men as they found their releases at the same time.

Pansy didn't move from the chair she was in nor did she close her legs, but rather gave the two of them a few minutes to cuddle and catch their breaths. Once she was certain that they had come back to themselves, Pansy said firmly, "Draco, go to Theo's bed and we'll be in there shortly. Get yourself cleaned up and put on some pyjamas."

Draco looked at Pansy blinking in the daze of post-orgasm, uncomprehending of her directives.

"Draco," Pansy said with more assertiveness in her voice this time, "follow my directions and be a good boy and I will reward you later. Theo, tell him." Pansy snapped her fingers at her brunette pet.

"Draco. Head to bed." Theo said, using his own dom tone on the blonde. "Pansy and I will be there soon and I will cuddle you. Please be good." Theo stroked Draco's cheek, on the last words.

Theo leaned back and freed Draco's legs. Draco pulled the legs of his trousers back up and he buttoned them. Dazedly, Draco headed into Theo's room, looking back again at the pair that he was leaving without question before he went inside and closed the door.

"Come here pet, " Pansy called once she heard the door clicking shut. Theo crawled on his knees to Pansy where she sat in the armchair. "Is it okay that I asked Draco to join us this evening. You aren't upset are you?" She stroked his cheek with real tenderness, trying to put all her devotion into her delicate touch.

"Oh Merlin, no, my queen. It was so fucking steamy. I loved it. And I know you enjoyed it."

"Oh good, pet." She said, pushing his sweat soaked curls off his forehead. "My only regret is that we waited so long to play with Draco. Now though, I need you. I am aflame and my own hands are seemingly not able to cast me over the edge in pleasure. Make me cum with your mouth Theo. You never disappoint me."

At the instructions, Theo's eyes glazed over with lust once again. Theo dropped his head and was kissing her inner thighs, licking, nibbling his way up to her hot core.

"I saw you put your fingers inside yourself. You never do that, it makes me so bloody hard." Theo growled into her pussy lips before licking the folds, stroking the clit with his tongue, humming in pleasure at the taste of her arousal.

His masterful attention caused Pansy to buck underneath him and put her hand roughly into the back of his head, shoving his face forcefully into her fluttering quim. He licked and suckled desperately, like he was dying of thirst and her nectar was the only thing that could quench him. She felt the desire coil inside her, tight and needy.

And right as Theo nipped the skin just next to her clitoral hood, Pansy came hard. The juice of her orgasm exploded out of her and onto Theo's face. The wet sound of him trying to gulp down the results of her passion was positively indecent, pushing another wave of pleasure through her body, her toes curling and fingers clenching under the onslaught of pleasure that Theo wielded like a weapon. He made her feel incredible. Oh what a treasure her pet was!

Pansy released the back of his head, and put her hand over her own eyes, the lingering after-effects of her orgasm making her aware just how drunk she actually was. The room spun slightly on its axis. It had been so long since she'd drank an entire bottle of wine to herself. Her tolerance was shot; she'd have to build it back up if she wanted to drink apace with these three.

Looking down at her center, Theo's brown curls were visible as he continued to gently lick up the mess that she had made of herself. She trembled with the oversensitivity that her orgasms had wrought.

"Good pet," she whispered to him as he finished his work. "I think I need a sober up potion and some water before bed. I drank a little more than I realised. I appear to be out of practice." Theo hummed in agreement and gave her one more long lick across her folds that left her quivering, and stood up.

"Let's get you to bed then, my queen," Theo stood up, and offered her his arm, the picture of chivalry despite the front of him being soaked with her cum, as it was dripping down his face and drenching his shirt as well as his and Draco's release on his stomach. Not to mention his lack of pants, allowing his thick long cock to stand hard against his belly. Theo acted as if he wasn't completely covered in the evidence of his own debauchery, or rather that he was proud of the way that he completely embodied sex in that moment. A human lust potion, Pansy thought, not for the first time.

"We really need to get you someone to shag with that monster," Pansy drawled, gesturing to his erect manhood, making it twitch under her notice.

"Honestly," Theo murmured, "that would be lovely. I could use a good hard buggering as well if you are granting wishes."

"I will see what I can do," Pansy replied, giving him a tender kiss on the lips and tasting the sweet tang of herself there. "And if you are granting wishes, I would love a nice wet pussy to plunder with my tongue."

"I have some ideas on that score," Theo whispered sensually, his hand stroking the small of her back soothingly as he guided her into his room, where Draco already slept.

If she could manage to stay out of Azkaban, this year may yet be the best of her life.

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Theo woke up with the delightful scent of Pansy's cum still all over his shirt; the smell of his own and Draco's ejaculation permeated the air. It was a heady aroma and his cock was half hard from breathing it in all night. He had failed to scourgify himself on purpose, looking forward to waking up smelling so utterly debauched.

Draco's large hand was splayed across his naked stomach, so close to Theo's cock that when he looked down it twitched in response to the arousing sight. His cock grazed the Malfoy Signet ring as it jerked.

He smirked as he spotted Pansy's perfect little arse right in front of him. She'd managed to change from her little black dress into one of his muggle shirts, and a pair of black knickers that perfectly framed her pert bottom. He groaned as he thought about how badly he really needed to get his cock wet. He carefully turned himself onto his back, making sure not to disturb Pansy. She was such a bear if someone woke her after a night of drinking, potions or no.

Theo whispered the lubrication charm and began to stroke the length of his cock, stopping to tease the tip by swiping his thumb over it. He pumped himself, revelling in the sensation of Draco's hand so near his hardness. He bit his lip, as he nearly moaned, imagining sliding his cock deep into Draco's arse for the first time; he'd be so bloody tight. He was rocking his hips as he thrust into his own hand as his cock twitched at the visions running through his mind.

He pictured going into Granger's room last night after she'd passed out, in some other world where they were already lovers and he had her consent to do with her whatever his heart desired. Sinking into her sleeping body, her wet cunt would welcome him, gripping his thick prick as he pushed deep inside her. He would have used her hard, filling her with his seed, leaving her cunt bruised with the force of his desire, abandoning her to later awaken to find her cunt sticky and well fucked.

Sweet Circe would she be into somnophilia? They needed to play 20 questions again, but this time all the questions needed to be about shagging and kinks. He wanted–no, needed–to know every last thing that made her nipples hard. Everything that caused her quim to flutter, because he wanted to watch her come undone at his hand. Would she want to watch Draco and him like Pansy had? Would it turn her on? Or was she an exhibitionist and would want to put on a show for Draco and Pansy? Would she let two men have her at once?

Theo was positive Hermione had gone to bed aroused. He'd seen the way she leaned into Draco, her lips on his skin, right before she fell asleep. The thought that finally pushed him over the edge was that at some point she had woken in the night and touched herself to completion thinking of any of the three of them. The image of her head thrown back, her curls wild, her fingers in her knickers as she arched and shook was his undoing.

His cum arched onto his belly and Draco's hand but the blonde was so passed out, he didn't even flinch as the warm sticky fluid splattered across his alabaster skin. Theo wandlessly and nonverbally vanished his seed and then cast a scourgify on himself. He carefully lifted Draco's arm and slipped out from between his two lovers.

They looked so pretty together in his bed, both laying on their right sides, just missing his warm body curled between the two of them. Draco was all pale and angular, shirtless, in just his black silk pyjama pants. Pansy with her short hair wild from the night before, her perfect, shapely legs peeking out from his shirt. He was definitely going to need to cast an extension charm to make the bed a bit bigger, along with the blanket that it appeared Draco had stolen for himself. Now that he finally had them both in his bed, he intended to keep them there for as long as possible.

Theo pulled off his shirt and took a deep inhale of the lingering scent of Pansy before tossing it into the laundry basket for the elves. He bet the little nip that had thrown her over the edge had left a mark and that thought gave him an extra spring in his step.

He grabbed his black silk robe with the crest for the house of Nott embroidered on the breast and wrapped it around his body, loosely tying it closed. Not bothering to put on anything else, he headed out of his room to venture up to the shower. Scourgify worked in a pinch but nothing beat a good scrub under hot water.

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The sound of Theo's door clicking shut and feet heading up the stairs to their shared bathroom, roused Hermione from unconsciousness. The pounding headache made her wonder just how much she'd drank the night before. She vaguely recalled Theo handing her a full bottle of firewhisky, surely she'd shared that with someone and not drank it by herself…

She sat up blearily, and shook her head, attempting unsuccessfully to run her fingers through her tangled curls and trying desperately to remember the night before. Some memories hit her at once, causing her to fall back into her pillows with a low groan.

Oh shit. She groaned covering her face with her hands as the memories of the night before swept over her. She remembered playing 20 questions with the Slytherins and they had all become progressively more drunk as the evening went on…Seriously, how many drinks had she had? She hadn't any idea, maybe she could ask Theo, but he'd been matching her drink for drink. The last thing she remembered was Pansy singing, with Draco's low timber translating the lyrics for her. What a voice Pansy had, it was like Ella Fitzgerald or Edith Piaf, old favourites of her father's that she remembered from before…Hermione choked out a small sob and tried to shake herself, listening to old records with him just another thing the war had taken from her.

Looking around, Hermione finally realised that she hadn't woken up on the couch. How had she gotten to bed? She looked down and she was waking up in her regular clothes again. Her jumper was soaked in sweat. She leaned down and sniffed herself and she smelled like stale whiskey. She needed to start setting out pyjamas; this was becoming a less than pleasant habit.

Hermione pulled off her clothes leaving them in a pile by her bed. She really did hate leaving her things lying around for the elves to take care of, but she wasn't equipped to do her own laundry at Hogwarts. Tossing on a pair of pyjamas and her fluffy red housecoat, she crossed her bedroom and opened the door to enter the common room.

She was walking past the couches when she saw a scrap of lace out the corner of her eye. What was that on the floor? Hermione picked up the lace emerald knickers that would hardly cover an inch the wearer's arse. There was a slightly sweet scent coming from them, and Hermione felt the tingle of a flush covering her face as she realised she was holding Pansy's still damp knickers from the night before. The Slytherin girl had been so wet that the little piece of lace was soaked. Merlin and Morgana.

The light footfall echoing from the stone stair to the bathroom was enough of a warning to let Hermione know that she was no longer alone.

"Good morning Hermione'' Theo called jovially, as she quickly shoved the green lace into the deep pocket of her housecoat. Good Godric, the last thing she needed was for Theo to find her standing around and holding his girlfriend's wet knickers in their shared common room.

"Lovely time playing drinking games with you last night," Theo said cheerfully, "I hope we do it again very soon. I have more question ideas, to be honest."

"Do you, now?" She asked.

Turning around, Hermione could feel her mouth going even drier at the sight of him. His bronze skin was still slightly glistening from his shower, his damp curls falling into his face as if he'd styled it that way. The smell of his soap wafted off him, cedar and musk, making Hermione want to rub her thighs together. Rich people's soap had to contain some special aphrodisiac; it was the only explanation for why all three Slytherins smelled so appealing to her.

The black silk robe clug to his body, leaving even less to the imagination than the skin tight jeans he wore daily. He was very fit; a broad muscular chest, his biceps defined. She knew he didn't play Quidditch; how was he in such good shape? Her eyes couldn't stop wandering south. His stomach was obviously firm and toned, she noted. And then her gaze landed on his…

Merlin, he was well endowed. The robe clung to his body, leaving no doubt as to his substantial length and girth. No wonder he was so confident.

Theo cleared his throat, making her snap her eyes back up to his face. The smirk on his lips told her that he had caught her slow perusal. She was helpless now to stop the blush overtaking her face.

"Like what you see, Hermione?" He asked, winking at her, "I'm not averse to giving you a closer look if you are interested."

She decided that she had reached some height of mortification that she had never before reached, or perhaps it was depth? A depth of despair? She shook herself, and realised that what she needed to do was escape with her dignity intact or at least with what little remained.

"I- I'm just gonna...go…up … shower. Smell. Firewhisky," Hermione murmured the most incoherent sentence she'd ever spoken in her life. After thoroughly embarrassing herself, Hermione threw Theo a quick, pained smile, that probably was more like a grimace, and shot past him up the stairs to the bathroom, shutting the door much harder than she should have.

Hermione showered quickly, scrubbing herself with enough roughness to distract her busy mind. Afterwards, she used several charms on her hair to get the curls under control and ran her comb through the damp hair, before weaving in a quick plait so that her hair didn't immediately become as wild as it had been when she woke.

Once she emerged from the bathroom, the smell of coffee wafted up to her. She was pleased to find that Theo had a cup ready for her when she came back down the stairs a few moments later. Clad in all black clothing, he sat at the table sipping on his own coffee as she joined him.

After taking a sip of her coffee, perfectly made just like the day before, she said "Thank you Theo."

"No problem Hermione," he smiled, that infernal dimple and twinkling eyes taking her breath away, so she looked at anything but his smile.

A small plate of scones before here was a welcome treat in the chill morning air. Theo had started a fire and it took the chill off the common room, but the Scottish weather was never particularly temperate in the morning.

He was dressed in what Hermione now considered his regular attire. A tight black muggle shirt, black denims, black ankle boots, and his belt with the ornate "N" buckle that had a metal snake crawling through the letter. His wet curls and dimpled smile give him an almost boy-next-door look in spite of the goth clothes he so favoured. Realising that she was again checking Theo out, Hermione turned her face into her elbow and let out a cough. She heard another chuckle coming from her fellow Head, as though he suspected that her cough was feigned.

After she finished the chocolate scone and her coffee, she finally felt like she could meet her roommate's eye. "So," she started, fiddling with the rim of the now empty mug in front of her. "Everyone else is still sleeping, I take it?"

"Oh yeah, I've learned the hard way to let Pansy wake up on her own after a night of drinking." He answered, smirking into his own mug as he finished off his coffee. "Shall we let the rest of them sleep, and go to Hogsmeade?" Theo asked, "I have a couple things I need to pick up and their stupid probation won't allow them to go anyway."

The words were on the tip of Hermione's tongue to ask what was going on between the three of them. They'd all slept in Theo's bed? Was it like a slumber party?

Or….Hermione's imagination envisioned a hundred naughty scenarios that she wasn't sure she knew enough to say whether they were even anatomically possible. She shook herself, it was none of her business, first of all. Second of all, Theo, his girlfriend, and his best friend had probably just passed out drunk in Theo's bed. How many times had she slept in bed with Ginny after a night of drinking and nothing inappropriate had ever happened? She had even passed out once with both Harry and Ginny at the Burrow and the only thing that had occurred was she woke up with Ginny's hand on her hip and Harry's glasses leaving an impression in her arm. Just because the three Slytherins slept in the same bed didn't mean something was going on. She needed to stop making assumptions.

"Sure, let me get ready. It should just take me a couple minutes."

Hermione headed into her room and hung up her housecoat on the hook she'd added to the back of the door, leaving her pyjamas on the bed so that she could remember to wear them later. She put on a pair of green knickers and a matching bra. Merlin the Slytherins would be shocked to learn that the majority of her undergarments were in her favourite colour - their house colours.

She threw on one of her oversized woven jumpers. This one had been Remus'; Andromeda had done a giveaway of some of his and Tonks' things after the funeral service, saving sentimental items for Teddy of course, but not having the heart to donate the others. Hermione had taken several jumpers and a couple of Tonks' dresses and her belts that she hadn't had occasion to wear yet. It was nice to have a piece of people who she had thought of as mentors now that they were gone. The v-neck jumper was a dark grey and it gave a sneak of her breasts in a way that it had never done on her old professor. Hermione pulled it up, nervously, embarrassed to be showing so much cleavage, but she decided to ignore it and not change as Theo was waiting for her. Pulling on her denims, socks and trainers, she gave herself a once over in the mirror, shrugged and headed out the door.

Theo was sitting on the couch reading a book titled Curses and Countercurses of the Ancient Mesopotamians and looked up, his eyes roaming over her, lingering a bit longer on her chest, when she emerged. His smile brightened when they finally made eye contact.

"Don't you look bonny, Hermione. Shall we go?"

"Do you need to let them know where you've gone?"

"Oh I did, I've left a note. They'll see it after they wake up. Remember, a well rested Pansy is a pleasant Pansy. Wise words to live by." Theo joked as he held the door for Hermione. As soon as the door opened, Crookshanks wandered in.

"Well good morning, sir," Theo said, formally, bowing "we, your humble servants have left a bowl of food and cream in the kitchen in case you appeared."

"Theo, you didn't have to feed my cat," Hermione admonished, watching Crookshanks weave between Theo's legs leaving orange hair behind as a thanks.

"Of course I did. Number one, he and I are friends and he knows I am perfectly capable of putting out a tray of milk. Second of all, you and I are roommates and it's just good etiquette," he explained as they headed down the corridor away from their dorm.

"Did you learn that in your poncey Sacred 28 training classes?" Hermione asked, trying and failing to not sound annoyed.

"Amongst other things," Theo responded casually, ignoring her rudeness as he led her out of the castle.

In companionable silence, the two Heads walked to Hogsmeade. Even as she tried to just admire the landscape, Hermione kept catching herself checking Theo out in his stupid posh pea coat and tight denims the entire way to the village. There was no way he didn't know the effect he was having on her, especially since she couldn't keep her eyes to herself.

Theo lit a cigarette and smoked as they walked down the well worn path to the village. He blew out smoke rings and smirked over at her, catching Hermione watching his mouth. "Do you want a smoke?" Theo asked, offering the pack towards her.

"Er, no thanks." Hermione said, her eyes landing on the filter that his perfectly plump lips were wrapped around. The smell of clove from his cigarettes filled her nose and Hermione had to stop herself from reacting. Between the smell, his kissable lips, and the way the onyx ring on his finger glittered in the sunlight as he held the cigarette, Hermione thought she was getting into dangerous territory with the Head Boy.

Do the Sacred 28 engage in blood rituals and human sacrifice to all be so bleeding fit? It seems wrong somehow for Theo to be literally the human embodiment of sex appeal, but she remembered how Sirius had been the same. The scruffy marauder had oozed sex in a way that even her young teen self had been aware of. Malfoy was the same way, a living Adonis. It would appear the lineage passed through the heirs of the Ancient and Noble houses was magical in more ways than one.

She realised the walk had caused the jumper to slide lower again and Theo kept casting surreptitious glances at her cleavage, biting his lip as he did so. Maybe showing a little skin wasn't such a bad thing. Quickly banishing that train of thought, she shook herself. He has a girlfriend. Hermione scolded the lust coursing through her body.

Once they'd reached Hogsmeade, Theo took her hand and dragged her into Honeydukes. It had been too long since she had been there, the smell of sugar and fruit overwhelming her senses. She had fun browsing the aisles, looking at all the sweets. But despite seeing so many things that tickled her fancy, Hermione stuck with sugar quills, her tried and true favourite. Theo picked up dark chocolates "for Pansy" and apple fritters "for Draco." Hermione thought of all the times she had seen Malfoy eating a crisp apple, in the Great Hall, in their classes. It made sense that Apple fritters would be his sweet of choice.

"Draco actually has quite the sweet tooth." Theo confided in her, as if it were a great secret. Well, if he thought it was, it was the worst kept secret of the ages. Hermione vividly recalled the weekly assortment of sweets the blonde had been sent by his mother up until their fifth year. Nonetheless, that he was willing to share information made her smile.

They had barely walked out of the shop before Hermione pulled one of the sugar quills out of the bag and excitedly popped the end into her mouth. The little noise of pleasure she made once the sweetness hit her tongue caused a small gasp to come from Theo. Blushing a bit at her own zealous reaction, she still continued to suck happily on the sweet. From past experience, she knew sugar crystals would be all over her lips.

Hermione was a bit surprised when she noticed Theo looking at her lips in panic. His eyes darted to her lips and then to her eyes and back again. Before Hermione knew it, Theo was yanking her into the alley that led behind the candy shop. Pulling her behind some wooden crates, Theo's hands grabbed her wrists, causing her bag of sugar quills to drop to the ground. Hermione felt her breath catch as Theo leaned in and desperately whispered, "if you don't tell me to stop, I am going to kiss you right now."

Hermione stared at him in utter disbelief. A man who is absolute sin on a stick wants to kiss me?

Nodding, but saying nothing at all, Hermione's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned in to give her silent consent, because she'd been rendered speechless at his assertiveness. He put both her hands over her head, and held her wrists firmly against the wall with a single large hand Hermione realised. The strength of his grip and the ring he wore pressing against her flesh had her desperate under his touch. Her hips wriggled as she pushed her chest forward seeking more contact and tipped her face upwards, desperate for his lips to touch hers.

"No, no, no Hermione. I need to hear your words," Theo purred into her ear, "tell me what you want." Her eyes opened again as she took him in. His other hand was stroking her jaw, and she felt herself lost in his sapphire eyes. They reminded her of the North Sea, ready to swallow her up in those deep waters. Circe save her, but she was ready to drown in them.

"Don't stop," she desperately pleaded. Hermione saw one last grin pulling across his lips before he leaned into her. Putting his lips to hers, Theo's kisses started off soft, as he eased her into it. She gasped in pleasure from the circles his strong hand had started making on her hip, Theo took the opening and began to devour her whole. She felt completely at his mercy, his kisses were possessive and dominating, one hand still holding her wrists against the wall over her head, making Hermione feel like her entire body had caught on fire. She arched into his body, feeling like someone had cast incendio in her veins.

Not one of the four men who had kissed her to date had ever made her feel like this, and it was very possible that in this single moment Theo was ruining her for all other men. Ron's kisses were sloppy, Viktor's tentative, and Daniel, her muggle boyfriend, had been an awkward and almost painful kisser. Her first kiss had been something else, perhaps the closest to this in heat, but immature in the face of Theo's obvious sexual experience.

"Good girl." She flushed as he sighed the words of praise into her mouth between kisses. What was wrong with her? Why had those two little words elicited such a sexual thrill in her?

His kisses caused little explosions under her skin, her magic was going wild, as though it was sentient and reaching out for Theo. All her senses felt like they were sharpened in this moment, the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of his body against her. If she could bottle him up, she would just be able to relive this. He released her wrists and gripped her hips so hard that Hermione was sure that there would be bruises of his fingers. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressed into her stomach.

That thought caused Hermione to come back to earth. Her eyes snapped open and widened in horror as the realisation of what she had just done washed over her.

Theo had a girlfriend! What was wrong with her!?

Unable to stop herself, Hermione gasped out, "Oh shit! Pansy is going to kill me!"

The panic started to take hold and she whacked her head back into the wall Theo had her pressed against. Desperately attempting to smooth the hair that had escaped her braid, the anxiety in Hermione's chest rose. Theo released her and turned to lean against the wall, crossing his arms and grinning at her as she began to spiral. "W-we shouldn't have done that. Good Godric, what type of feminist am I? Pansy doesn't deserve this," she muttered to herself, not wanting to look back into Theo's eyes.

"Pansy is hardly likely to be upset with you, Princess." Theo's chuckle cut through the whirlwind of thoughts. "But if you are really worried, let's get her some bottles of wine and a jar of lavender bubble bath. That should soften the blow when I tell her about our torrid affair."

"Theo!" Hermione cried, looking around to be sure that no one else was in the alley to overhear.

"Don't borrow trouble, Hermione," Theo responded as he looked longingly at her lips, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the alley. "Nothing that just happened is wrong. Come on, let's finish our shopping and get some lunch."

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Rolling over, Pansy discovered Draco where Theo should have been. Draco's grey eyes were open, but he blinked owlishly at her as though he had not been awake for long. There was no awkwardness between them, even though it had been years since they'd last shared a bed.

Pansy accio'd her wand and cast a tempus spell to check the time, 2:45 floating in the air above her. Nearly three in the afternoon, unbelievable. Sighing, she turned over to be closer to Draco, her hand stroking his cheek and smoothing his wild locks for a moment.

"I'm sorry for dominating you without negotiating and discussing it in advance. It was really shitty kink etiquette," Pansy apologised, but before she could go any further, Draco reached a hand out to her. She took his long pale fingers and entwined them in her own fingers.

"Pansy, I enjoyed last night. Being sent to the room like I had been naughty, and not in a good way, was confusing, but otherwise, it was pretty perfect."

"Shit, that was so I could check in with Theo," Pansy said, closing her eyes, taking a breath to steady herself. "I am sorry you took that as a punishment, it wasn't meant as such. If I ever punish you, you will know that it's a punishment and I will tell you why."

Draco squeezed her hand, and tugged on it. Taking his nonverbal cues, Pansy crawled up the bed, cuddling into his side. It felt nice, resting her head on Draco's shoulder. The simple act took her back to when they were younger and times were simpler, before the war and so much despair.

"I have something I need to tell you," Draco said tentatively, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. Closing her eyes, Pansy breathed in his familiar scent, roses and a smoky, earthy smell, feeling more at ease than she had in a while. If only Theo were here too, then everything would be perfect.

"Hm," she answered, keeping her eyes closed, still enjoying the warmth of his body.

"Thursday night I found Granger on the Astronomy Tower. She, well, she was drunk and about to throw herself off it. We got into a big argument," he said, nervously drawing circles on her arm with his finger.

Opening her eyes, Pansy looked up at her long time friend. There were worry lines in his brow as he spoke about the events he'd stumbled upon. "Safe to assume she didn't actually throw herself off. She must have forgiven you for the argument, though. I mean, considering the way she was tasting your neck last night, she didn't seem like she was mad at you." Draco's skin heated at the reminder of Granger's tongue lapping at his neck.

"Do you want to talk about finding her like that?" She asked, knowing how Draco felt about the Gryffindor.

"Singing in French, were you trying to seduce her?" He asked, ignoring her last question. It was alright, Pansy thought, they would be revisiting it later though.

"Translating the lyrics all huskily in her ear. I could accuse you of the same." She said, giving him a wink that made an adorable blush appear on his cheeks. "You have wanted her for years, Drake, it's okay to admit it. Theo and I are both aware, plus, I could hear what he was whispering to you last night." Pushing herself up on an arm so she was looking down into his face, she smirked down at him.

"Did putting Granger to bed get your cock hard?" She whispered, lowering her voice. Pansy enjoyed the sight of his pupils as they began to dilate at the reminder of Theo's words and the fact that he got to hold Granger in his arms. Seeing her all soft and vulnerable, her body limp under your touch. Did you wish you had her permission to slide yourself into her wet heat while she slept? I bet between the three of us her knickers were soaked.

Seeing Draco's reaction, Pansy decided to take pity on the blonde. "You know I prefer women, so what do you think I was imagining doing to our little swot?"

"She isn't our anything," Draco chided, rolling his eyes at her.

"Yet," Pansy corrected him, giving a little wink. Draco ignored that, becoming increasingly upset, as it was clear that he was lost in his thoughts.

"She won't ever be our anything if we can't keep her from killing herself. I have no idea how to prevent her from committing suicide, especially when I was considering it not that long ago. I only know how to torment her, make her angry, start fights. I don't know how to convince her that there is something worth living for. Especially since I am not always sure of that for myself."

"She's also not staring down the barrel of an Azkaban sentence like you and I are," Pansy responded, "Have you thought about offing yourself since we've all been back together?"

Draco shook his head, "No Pans. It was just desperate times being locked up at the Manor. Hardly good memories there anymore. And you and Theo are damn distracting."

"Well, then we do for her what we do for you, we distract her from her darker thoughts and give her something to live for. Theo was concerned about her drinking alone, it sounds like for good reason now, but he doesn't know about this does he?" Pansy inquired, and at Draco's shake of the head, "so we just make sure she doesn't do that as much as we can. Drinking alone when sad is a dangerous game."

Pansy rolled over and discovered Theo's note. Handing it to Draco, "It appears Theo has her well in hand today. I have a galleon that says he at least kisses her while they are in Hogsmeade. I wouldn't be shocked if he got in her knickers. The man's sexual appetite is insatiable."

Draco snorted, "I will not take that bet, unless you need the gold. Who could turn down Theo? The man is Dionysos incarnate."

Pansy giggled, "I think his mother's family is supposedly descended from Apollo, but same difference really. He is divine especially when it comes to sex." Pansy's whole body still felt languid and relaxed from last night's orgasms.

"I think I am going to go shower, can I get you to make me some tea while I do?" Pansy smiled at Draco.

"Of course, Pans," Draco responded. "I'll make use of the fancy Heads' bath after you finish up."

Pansy stretched luxuriously, Theo's muggle shirt pulling up her thighs as Draco's eyes took in every inch of her legs. "And Theo isn't the only living embodiment of sex around here," he told her seriously.

Pansy grinned, and leaned in to give him a light kiss on the lips, "Aren't you sweet?"

He scoffed and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts as Pansy excused herself to clean up. After a quick shower, some hair charms and a bit of magical makeup, Pansy felt more like herself. She threw on a black ruffled top and tea length black skirt and could hear Draco puttering around in the kitchen.

She checked her charms in the mirror, making sure she looked just how she wanted, and opened up the door to see Draco standing right outside with a cup of tea for her. Thrilled at his act of service she took it, and patted him on the cheek, nearly forgetting to be careful with her sharpened nails.

Draco took himself off to get clean, and Pansy sipped her tea for a moment before she was startled by a knock at the common room door. Opening the door, she found Blaise leaning nonchalantly against the frame.

"Ciao Bella," he drawled.

"Good afternoon, Blaise," Pansy said, "to what do we owe the honour?"

"Ah, I come bearing gifts for the Queen of Snakes." Blaise bowed dramatically.

"I'm enthralled. Do tell," Pansy smiled, extending his hand for her gift.

Blaise handed over a copy of The Daily Prophet and a Witch Weekly for Pansy.

"I haven't read The Prophet, so I want it back after you finish. The Witch Weekly has some good articles, but you can keep it. I've read the whole thing," Blaise said.

Blaise restlessly paced the room and then flopped himself down in one of the armchairs.

"What's the matter with you?" Pansy asked, looking at him over the top of the Witch Weekly she had already started reading. Oh the fashion plates for the fall collections looked amazing.

Blaise, drumming his long hands on his crossed legs, admitted "I still haven't been able to reach my mother. You know my mamma, Pansy. Going on a spontaneous holiday is one thing, not answering my Floos, owls, etc is another. I haven't been able to get a house elf or my stepfather either. I don't want to contact the DMLE in Italy, because what if she has done something to Stefan? I mean she was still madly in love with him a week ago, but I know perfectly well how quickly that can change." Blaise stared into the darkened fireplace as though the ash had an answer to his predicament.

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Blaise

Flashback, In the Mediterranean Sea, near the coast of Crete

July 3, 1988

He could smell and taste the salt in the air. Sea and sky were nearly the same colour of iridescent blue. The sunlight sparkled on the waves. Eight-year-old Blaise looked out over the water, he could pretend that it was a painting when he watched the waves out the window of the yacht.

It was his mother and new stepfather's honeymoon trip. Despite his stepfather's complaints, Blaise had come along at his mother's insistence. Something about family bonding or some rot. Blaise didn't care what his mother's reasoning was, he was just glad he wasn't being left behind with the house elves… again.

His mother was barely dressed, something Blaise was used to, her pink robe adorned with matching ostrich feathers around her neck and wrists, matching heels on her feet with the same feathers waving in the ocean breeze on the breakfast deck. Her long black curls were artfully arranged and her makeup impeccable. His stepfather wore his swimwear and a white plush robe

The fruit jam at breakfast was overly tart and sour, which Blaise complained about at the table. Blaise had never been dissuaded by his mother from having opinions, especially about food; it was a passion of his mother's: fine food.

After voicing his disapproval of the jam when his mother inquired as to what had caused his sour expression, stepfather had struck him across the cheek without explanation or inquiry. Blaise had never been struck before. In fact, he had never been disciplined in a physical manner by anyone. Being stuck in such a way left Blaise speechless with wide eyes, tears in his lashes. He lifted his hand to feel the warmth left behind where he'd been struck.

His mother had immediately gone cold as ice, the air around her dark and crackling with her fury. A wand Blaise didn't recognize was in her hands, and an Imperio hissing through her lips as she sneered at her new husband.

"Now, my beloved husband," Blaise watched as his mother stroked the cheek of her new spouse with the tip of the mysterious wand. "You are going to drink that entire bottle of your favourite gin." She instructed, gesturing towards the bar off to the side where the expensive gin sat. "When the servants come in to take breakfast away you are going to announce that you are going swimming. When I beg you not to because you have been drinking, you are going to strike my cheek and tell me that wives do not order around husbands. Once you're on the deck, you dive off the boat and drown." Blaise looked with wide eyes at his mother as she cooed her instructions at the man, who's name Blaise couldn't remember. Was the man his fourth stepfather or fifth? Blaise wasn't sure of that either.

The glazed look in his stepfather's eyes receded and he walked over to his bar, pouring himself a tall glass of straight gin. After finishing off the glass in one go, he refilled the drink repeatedly without pause, as his mother watched impassively slowly finishing her breakfast with dainty bites. Her mysterious wand had disappeared and she sipped her Prosecco.

The exact scene that his mother had described began to take place in front of him. Blaise flinched as the man's hand struck his beloved mother's face, making her fall to the ground. His stepfather stormed from the breakfast deck, the door to the interior of the yacht slamming shut as the servants watched on, not daring to step between the newlyweds. Blaise's mother began to weep prettily as she held her cheek. The servants fled with the remains of breakfast that was ash in Blaise's mouth.

As soon as the servants had left, Blaise's mother stood to watch her new husband on the deck while sipping champagne, her pretence of tears abandoned. Blaise obeyed his mother's, who called him over just before the man dived into the crashing waves and was pulled under.

"It's too bad," his mother sighed, running her fingers over his short cropped curls. "I was rather fond of him, but no one hurts you, my love."

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After returning to the Heads Dorm, Theo and Hermione found Pansy standing in the kitchenette arch reading a copy of Witch Weekly, Hermione looks at Theo and mouthed "you tell her or I will."

Theo shrugged, and called out "Hey Pans, I kissed Hermione in Hogsmeade." in the same tone that someone might discuss the weather.

"Alright," Pansy said smiling, "would you two like tea, looks like it was cold out. Granger, didn't you have a proper coat?"

"Tea would be lovely, Pans, thank you," Theo replied. Hermione looked at him in shock. "I told you," he mouthed to her.

"I didn't realise we'd be gone so long," Hermione started, but the words died in her throat, as Pansy shrugged, and turned around.

Confused, Hermione looked after where the Slytherin witch had disappeared into the kitchen to make her tea. Why wasn't Pansy upset? Shouldn't she be out for Hermione's blood? Why wasn't she yelling at Theo about his betrayal?

"Granger," Pansy called, "the elves dropped off your mail while you were out. There's two letters on the table for you."

Excitedly, Hermione sat down with her shopping bags from Scrivenshafts and Honeydukes and tore into the letters. What she found within them left her feeling cold.

Hey Mione,

Glad to hear it's all okay. Be careful around those snakes, even Nott.

He's quiet, but I am sure that's just because he's up to no good.

Got to go. Auror training has me knackered.

Harry

Hermione glanced over at Theo, who was whispering something into Pansy's ear as he accepted a cup of tea from her. Their fingers touched affectionately, the lingering contact between the two causing Hermione to flush and feel even more guilty.

Harry was still thinking of Theo the way he was before the war, Hermione realised. The last word that she would use to describe Theodore Nott was quiet. Her eyes returned to the letter…well note really, only a scant three lines.

"Granger," Pansy purred, "here's your tea." Hermione looked up and right into a sneak peek of Pansy's cleavage framed by the black lace of her top.

Blushing, Hermione quickly looked into Pansy's face, her hands shaking as she took the tea. Pansy's smile made her even more nervous. Hermione gulped, "It's not poisoned is it?"

"Granger!" Pansy laughed as though Hermione had told the funniest joke, her hand running along Hermione's arm leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Why would I want to poison you?" The perfectly coiffed witch chuckled as she walked away, the sway of her hips drawing Hermione's eye and leaving her heart beating a little wildly. What was wrong with her? Maybe she was getting sick?

Pansy grabbed Theo by the arm and dragged him into the kitchenette with her, speaking in low tones, Hermione could hear the name "Blaise" so they obviously weren't talking about her indiscretion in the village.

Hermione shook herself and sipped her tea, opening the second letter and frowning again.

Hermione,

Tell all the people from DA that I said hello. Good to hear you are settling in. A Slytherin for Head Boy, though, even Nott? What was McGonagall thinking? Wouldn't Neville have made more sense? Watch your back! Remember "Constant Vigilance"!

Got to rush off.

Ginny Weasley

Hermione scowled angrily at the letter, letting it drop on the table. The only reason that Ginny's letter had been longer was because she had to insult the Slytherins. How was anyone going to move past the war if they kept holding to their old prejudices? Before Hermione realised it, she had burned both letters in an act of accidental magic, squeaking in surprise at her own loss of control.

As Hermione looked up in embarrassment, Malfoy walked in, all ice cold hauteur, and she remembered the way that she had drunkenly wrapped her arms around and Oh Merlin she'd kissed his neck, and then today in Hogsmeade she'd kissed Theo. What in Circe's name was wrong with her? It wasn't normal to be attracted to two wizards at once.

And the two men were best friends, there's no way Theo wouldn't tell Malfoy what they had done down in the village. It had perhaps been the most heated snog of her life.

Then she realised that he had tucked her into bed with those hands she couldn't stop looking at and those long elegant fingers had soothingly put the potion vial to her lips. Now he was looking at her like she was a casual acquaintance, his eyes covered in an icy curtain. Was he using occlumency, right now? With her? Why?

"Good afternoon, Granger," Malfoy drawled, his posh tone instantly infuriating her.

She huffed and replied, "Good Afternoon." Theo and Pansy returned from the kitchenette and Theo's hair was even more ruffled than it had been in the wind walking back from Hogsmeade and was that…a bruise on his neck…Hermione looked back at her lap.

"Joining us for dinner, Granger?" Pansy asked, "It's about time to head down."

Shaking her head, Hermione elected to stay behind.

Pansy tried to convince her to join them with some cajoling words but Hermione would not be swayed. "Theo and I had a big lunch in the village, I'm fine. You three have a nice meal."

Theo shrugged and opened the door for Malfoy and Pansy, smiling, "See you after dinner Hermione. Maybe we can find another game to play." He winked at her and was gone.

Merlin was everything out of that man's mouth a euphemism for sex or had their kiss rattled her brain? Maybe a bit of both.

As she sipped the tea that she was pretty sure Pansy had not poisoned, she found a new Daily Prophet. Ignoring her distaste for the publication, Hermione picked it up and saw the headline

Voldemort's Revels Revealed: Horrors from the Death Eater Trials

Skimming the article, she shuddered at the terrible images that the testimony had cast. And then she realises that these revels were all at Malfoy Manor. In Draco Malfoy's home…the boy…the young man who tucked her into bed last night had to watch Professor Burbage be eaten by a Nagini? Werewolves engaging in cannibalism? The rape and murder of Muggle women? Hermione knew that Voldemort had been evil, but the level of depravity shocked her. Rubbing her forearm while she read, perhaps it shouldn't have.

Was she really feeling sympathy for Draco Malfoy of all people? The person who tormented her for years? Who watched his aunt torture her? Her contrary mind kept showing her the young man weeping as he held Luna, who had been held prisoner at his home, who whispered translated song lyrics in her ear, who made her drink a hangover potion before tucking her into bed. Why does everything with the Slytherins have to be so bloody complicated?

She turns the page and there is a picture of Ron in Paris with a pretty dark haired witch.

Golden Trio Member Ronald Weasley Pictured with Pureblood Astoria Greengrass in Paris. Can wedding bells be far behind?

By Rita Skeeter

Affair between Muggleborn Hermione Granger and war-hero Ronald Weasley all in the past according to Mr. Weasley. "We started a serious courtship after the Battle of Hogwarts, but I think it was all for publicity. I believe she was writing to someone else, an old flame. She had nowhere else to go after the war ended, and my family generously took her in because of our relationship, while we were trying to recover from the loss of my brother, Fred. As soon as we settled in, she began writing to someone, and I believe it was a secret lover. She must have made some sort of deal with him to meet her at Hogwarts, because she didn't even think about my family when she took off. We're still grieving the loss of my beloved brother, a hero and martyr of the Order, and instead of standing with us and being supportive, she has moved on with her life. and while she was really helpful in the war effort, not all what I would be looking for in a wife." Mr Weasley stated, looking adoringly at Ms Greengrass who was a vision of pureblood etiquette and grace that Ms. Granger could never hope to aspire to.

Oh my God. Fuck him. He didn't want to admit that I didn't want to shag him in a house where literally everyone is in mourning. Of course he fucking didn't. And Fuck Rita Skeeter. She simmered. I should send her a bloody jar in the owl post.

Hermione felt the rage rising in her like a tide; she was nearly vibrating with it. Her hands shook with fury and she felt as though she was going to explode. Screaming in wrath, she threw her tea cup against the wall, the cup shattering into a hundred pieces and the tea ran down the stones of the castle wall. She found an empty firewhiskey bottle that must have been from Friday night. That too exploded against the stone wall.