Author's Note: The canon I am skewing towards the end is Clean/Marked by Olivieblake rather than the original series. Lemons at the end.

Chapter 60

27 July 1997

The Battle of the Seven Potters

Tonight's entire plan was foolish. Not that she expected anything else from bloody Mundungus Fletcher. The man smelled worse than the alley behind the Hog's Head. How he was considered a trustable strategist was incomprehensible to her. The Order constantly took for granted that everyone within it was honest. Peter Pettigrew had taught them nothing apparently.

She didn't understand why one of the adults didn't just side-along him to the Burrow. In fact, she could probably side-along apparate him and Ron both in an emergency since she was the only one of the three of them who had gotten her apparition licence.

The idea that the Ministry would know if it was done within the Dursley home was enough to make her scream. They could walk down the street with Harry under the invisibility cloak and then apparate from Arabella Figg's house. That squib spy of Dumbledore's ought to serve some use since she'd never done a thing about Harry being abused. The way the Dursleys had hurt him used to make Hermione see red, but now she blamed them for creating the unbothered monster and almost killing Draco. She wondered if Harry was aware that he was probably a sociopath.

No, she had decided when he hugged her and told her how happy he was to see her.

She stepped back so that Tonks and Remus could give him the good news, and she pointedly ignored Ron when he tried to complain about her leaving the Burrow without telling him first.

Hermione hated the taste of polyjuice, and she hoped that after the war, she would never have to drink this foul concoction ever again. The day couldn't come soon enough as far as she was concerned. She hated that she'd have to look like Harry for the next hour and hoped that if her lovers were amongst the Death Eaters who would doubtless attack them when they moved Harry, they'd be able to tell her from the others.

Each of the polyjuiced Harrys were paired with a protector. She'd been paired with Kingsley, and at least they'd be on a thestral and not a broom, thank Merlin. Her terror flowing through her ring would have probably led two Death Eaters popping up immediately in front of her. That would be difficult to explain.

Remus didn't look pleased about his pregnant wife riding on a broom with Ron Weasley, Hermione thought. They certainly did a good show for the rest of the Order.

Harry climbed into the sidecar of Sirius' old flying motorbike, and Hermione bit back a scathing remark. The rage she had inside her was so barely leashed. She was one shove away from exploding.

As Hermione suspected, they were hardly in the air when dozens of Death Eaters attacked. Draco and Theo were among them. She could sense them both even if she couldn't see them. She started flinging, cutting hexes and stunning spells at the Death Eaters nearest her. She knew they weren't her beloveds, and all she cared about at that moment was the three of them surviving that night.

Any feelings she had for anyone else paled in comparison to how she felt about the other parts of her soul, so she cast every charm she could think of and wished she had a free hand to send them a message on their coin.

*

Draco knew that she was among the seven fucking Harry Potters that were in the sky over Surrey tonight.

"Can't worry about her right now," Theo called from his broom as they flew through the stormy night at maddening speeds. Draco would have enjoyed himself if the situation hadn't been so bloody dire.

Rodolphus was in hot pursuit of Draco's cousin Nymphadora, likely at his wife's behest to cleanse the Black bloodline of Nymphadora's paternal muggle blood contamination.

Draco couldn't let her die. Hermione had so few witches in her life. He sent some hexes toward her and the Potter in her charge, 'accidentally' hitting Rodolphus on the shoulder, and Rodolphus overcompensated on his broom, flipping sideways. Then Tonks hit Rodolphus with a nasty bone breaker curse to the ribs, sending him screaming and careening toward the ground. He activated his port key before impact, and Draco was glad to have him out of the fight. He swooped across the path of another Harry Potter along with bloody Mad-Eye Moody. He knew that he hadn't been the one to turn him into a ferret in fourth year, but he still hated him. In fact, Moody had killed one of Narcissa's favourite cousins during the first wizarding war. So, Draco sent several nasty hexes towards the former Auror, causing him to fire back in Draco's direction, missing by inches, but it succeeded in distracting Moody for a crucial moment as the Dark Lord appeared and cast the killing curse.

Draco wasn't even sorry when the corpse fell from the thestral's back, but then Harry Potter apparated away with a pop.

"That wasn't him!" Draco yelled to the Dark Lord. "Potter can't apparate!"

The Dark Lord nodded and doubled back to attack another one, Draco could feel Hermione getting farther and farther away and that allowed him to take a breath and shoot a pathetic if colourful hex at their old Defence professor with his furry problem. Trying not to think of his other dead cousin that Lupin had loved, Draco just wished he was anywhere else.

He threw out another half-hearted hex and tried not to look around for Theo. They just all needed to get through tonight alive.

*

The thestral landed inside the ward boundaries of the Burrow with no trouble at all. Molly and Ginny ran out of the house where they must have been waiting.

"Kingsley, where is Arthur? Where are my boys?" Molly cried. Hermione couldn't help but notice that she didn't ask after Fleur or even if the two of them were alright. More brooms touched down, and people rapidly dismounted as the polyjuice was wearing off.

The yard became chaotic only moments later when everyone began to arrive, George bleeding heavily on the side of his head. Everyone except a glaring exception was now outside the Burrow, except Arthur and Bill, who carried George inside.

"Voldemort got Mad-Eye," Fred choked out as he rushed after his twin. "Then Mundungus apparated out. No idea where the slimy bastard got off, too."

Fuck, Hermione exhaled. Mad-Eye…He'd just interceded for her with Molly, and now he was dead.

There would be no more help from that quarter. Hermione thought that she must be numb. She'd liked the grumpy old bastard. Her eyes burned.

Harry and Hagrid's arrival caused even more chaos, and Hermione used Molly's yelling and fussing over Harry to slip out of the room and into the loo. She clutched at her galleon and sent a message.

Both alive?

She waited a long time for a response.

Yes, and unhurt. You?

Safe as can be in the rabbit warren.

Hermione wept in gratitude and hoped that their luck wasn't doomed to run out.

*

July 28, 1997

Malfoy Manor

They spent as much time as possible in the training room, either exercising or duelling, sometimes for hours. The elves began to bring their meals there when Theo and Draco didn't bother to go up to Draco's rooms during the day. They'd just finished eating and were hard at duelling when a voice from the door distracted them.

"Oh boys," Bellatrix called in her deranged sing-song voice. "I heard you've been training hard, and I want to play too, so I'll duel the winner."

"Of course, Aunt Bella," Draco responded with a slight bow. "It would be our honour."

She giggled like a schoolgirl. "The Dark Lord had so much to say about your potential nephew. And we don't want him disappointed. You two continue, and I'll just…watch…for now."

Draco suppressed the shudder and turned back to Theo, desperate to win so that Theo wouldn't be the one Bella tortured today in the name of training them.

This wasn't a good sign.

Theo was fighting him back just as hard, but Draco knew a few of his weaknesses and exploited them so that he would go up against Bellatrix first. That was a duel that he had no hope of winning, but he thought he was prepared for how much she would hurt him.

Later, he'd realise that he had not been.

*

August 1 1997

Theo's 17th birthday

On Theodore Nott's seventeenth birthday, he woke up and wished he'd accepted the bottle of fire whiskey Draco had offered him. He hated waking up in his ancestral home. He carefully and immaculately dressed himself before going down to meet his father for breakfast, even though he certainly didn't have much of an appetite.

"I have an exciting gift for you this year," Thoros Nott's grin was malicious as Theo sat down. "There are plans to kill the Minister of Magic, and you will take part. We can't have the Malfoy Heir get all the accolades, can we?"

Draco had been the Dark Lord's favourite following the polyjuiced Potter fiasco. Lucius had been soaking up the prestige by extension. It was no wonder that Thoros wanted Theo to have an opportunity to do something with a similar potential reward. Assassinating Scrimgeour was sure to get Theo noticed more than he already was.

"Of course not father," Theo replied. "I'll get my mask." Honestly, this could have been much worse given Thoros' idea of excitement. If he was lucky he'd only have to kill one wizard today.

He shook his head, the Minister would hardly be the first. They all three had sworn to do whatever it took to get through this war, and Theo was going to uphold his part to his utmost abilities.

He touched the coin under his shirt.

Watch yourself today. Dark plans in motion.

*

August 1 1997

Bill and Fleur's wedding

Trying to ignore her unease from Theo's earlier message, Hermione tried to focus on Bill and Fleur's bonding ceremony. She'd never been to a magical wedding before. She couldn't help but wonder how different a triad wedding ceremony would be. Would they bind the three of them to one another with cords in the same way? She'd always imagined candles around the altar when she married even though her family hadn't been in any way religious. It had been surprising that a wizarding wedding didn't include that piece.

Afterwards, she was pleased to accept Viktor Krum's invitation to dance at the reception.

"Neville is not here?" Viktor asked as he twirled her about. "I felt sure that he would be invited. Is his family not friends with the Weasleys?" He continued to scan the crowd as he spun her in circles.

"Asking about Neville, hmm?" Hermione asked good-naturedly with a small smile. "Perhaps I should be asking you what is going on between you and Neville?"

Viktor chuckled low. "My taste has turned out to be a bit more eclectic than my fans might imagine. Wizards with a brave streak and a good hand for plants seem to be my snitch."

"And witches with short dark hair and a bit of darkness?" Hermione raised her eyebrow at him, thinking back to Pansy Parkinson in Neville's embrace and hoping that her friend wasn't being played false by Neville's bloody Longbottom.

"What is life without a bit of darkness? And so what if I like a little of both?" Viktor laughed. "I know your two shadows would be here if they could." Hermione exhaled a relieved sigh that her friend had found people to love and cherish, but she couldn't even say anything about her shadows as Viktor called them. Draco and Theo would hate the Burrow and most of those in attendance, but they would love to be somewhere where they could dance the night away with her.

After the war, they would have to go out dancing every night until they were tired of it.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Lavender, as she twirled around the dance floor with Bill as Fleur danced with one of her cousins. Ron had invited Lavender to the wedding as his date, but Ron was too busy glaring at Viktor and Hermione to give his date the attention that she deserved. Hermione wasn't surprised that Bill had stepped in. He was such a gentleman.

Without warning, a Patronus disrupted the festivities, sending the fairies that had been lighting the tent scattering into the night.

The Patronus was non-corporal, a ball only of light that flickered in the now-darkened tent. Kingsley's voice emerged from it. "The Ministry has fallen! The Minister is dead." Sounds of shock and fear from around the reception fell silent when his voice continued. "They are coming. They are coming."

That's when the screaming began. Pops of apparition began all around as the elderly guests vanished, but then the apparition was incoming, the black smoke of the Death Eaters appearing in their midst as hexes and curses began to fly.

Krum started to put himself in a defensive position between her and another Death Eater.

"Get on your broom and get out of here," she hissed. He looked at her in surprise but nodded, running out of the tent before throwing a hex at the Death Eater, lighting the wedding pavilion aflame. The milling chaos was insane, and Hermione grabbed Ron by the arm before turning while Remus shoved Harry at her.

"Go!" he yelled, his eyes flashing wolfishly. She nodded. Hermione gripped them so tightly that she hoped they wouldn't splinch, and she apparated Ron and Harry away to Grimmauld Place, landing in the parlour. Ron and Harry fell to their knees, retching.

She held in her smirk, but just barely. "It's roughest the first time," she tried to soothe, but she didn't think that they could hear her.

*

August 3, 1997

Dark Moon Revel

They'd been told what a mess the werewolves made of the Malfoy ballroom, but the true scale of the gore was nearly impossible to imagine before you watched it happen.

Fenrir Greyback ripped the girl's throat out with his mostly human teeth, blood spraying everywhere. The werewolves that surrounded him licked at the air, one used it as lube and began to rape another Muggle girl that he threw to the ground, snapping her neck when she continued to scream, but her death did not stop him from thrusting into her.

Theo nearly vomited. It wouldn't do to have the heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Nott undone by some gore. His father would never permit such a show of weakness. He wasn't fond of the idea of ending the night being crucio'd in a puddle of someone else's blood.

One of the wolves liked to pull out the beating hearts and eat them in front of their victims. The Dark Lord actually laughed aloud at that one and clapped like it was a bloody theatrical performance.

The other Death Eaters were upping their own depravity to mix with the blood. Dolohov was playing with the Imperius curse and making the Muggles attack each other. There were a number of other Death Eaters betting on the outcome.

The sight of the buffet tables with a decapitated head added amongst the tiny sandwiches and fruit platters that Narcissa had the house elves prepare was enough to nearly cause Theo to vomit again. This was outside of enough. He would never eat before a Revel again.

*

August 5 1997

morning

Kreacher and Dobby had finally found Mundungus Fletcher. They brought him back to Grimmauld, despite Hermione's pleas for Harry to take him to a different location so that Mundungus didn't know where they were staying.

Hermione was beginning to grow frustrated with Harry's unwillingness to be more cautious. He always had to rush in like a Gryffindor without thinking things through, and her snakes were certainly rubbing off on her.

But at least they got the information they needed. Slytherin's locket was currently in possession of Dolores Umbridge.

*

August 5, 1997

evening

The interior of Grimmauld Place was darkened, since they were trying to keep their presence there a complete secret.

Spending a few minutes in her room, Hermione ran her hand along the books of the Black family library, looking for the hundredth time for books onwards, protective charms and communication spells that Molly hadn't thrown out. Her fingers lovingly flitted across each binded edge. She wished she could bring all of them, but even with the undetectable extension charm, it was hardly practical. A small black book with a letter reading "Blood Wards and Bindings" went into her bag, and a larger volume was called "Marital Binding Spells: Communication, Fidelity, Fertility." As she wandered the stacks that Remus had made, attempting to manifest one or two more useful books to add to her collection, her coin hanging between her breasts began to heat. She pulled it out, looking at the message in horror.

DE coming. Get OUT!

"Harry! Ron!" She yelled, as she slammed her door behind her, running down the stairs to where she knew they were having tea. "Someone has triggered the wards! We have to go!" She skidded into the kitchen, her bag in one hand, her wand clenched in the other. Harry and Ron stared at her dumbfounded.

"Are you sure, Mione?" Ron started to say.

"We need to go now, Ronald! Harry!" Hermione yelled, furious that they would waste precious minutes. Harry pushed his hair out of his face and sighed, "I am sure you know what you are talking about, Hermione, but wouldn't Kreacher know?"

"Have you seen him?" Hermione spat, "Since you sent him to dump Mundungus? He isn't loyal to you, Harry. We need to leave NOW."

Ron and Harry exchanged a look like she was being paranoid and irrational. She wanted to avada both of them. If they got her killed, the two of them wouldn't need to worry about Voldemort. Her boys would kill them.

Ron made a show of slowly gathering up his things and tossing them into a rucksack while Harry grabbed his wand and coat and followed Hermione toward the door. Her coin heated again, but she couldn't risk looking at it now. As they reached the front door, the wards shuddered and the house shook as they fell.

"Down!" Hermione screamed, and for fucking once the two boys dropped to the ground the first time. She threw up a Protego shield just in time as the front door exploded on its hinges.

Masked Death Eaters stood in the smoking ruins of the doorway.

"Well, well if it isn't the boy who lived and his mudblood," the one in the front said, cockily.

"Stupefy!" Hermione yelled, dropping her shield for a split second so that she could send the lead Death Eater flying backwards into his companion. Two more Death Eaters appeared in the smoke. "Fuck!" Hermione snarled, turning and running. She yanked Harry by the arm and nearly flew towards where Ron was cowering near the kitchen doorway. She grabbed Ron's arm, held tight to Harry, clutched her purse and her wand then apparated them away just as her shield fell. The green light of an Avada shot just over their heads as they vanished, missing them by both seconds and inches.

*

Hours later, Hermione had managed to not murder Ron and Harry for nearly getting the three of them killed, though it had been a very close thing. Then she extracted promises that next time they would follow directions immediately. She had used some Muggle money to secure a hotel room with two beds and a fold-out sofa. This way they could get some sleep before invading the Ministry in the morning.

After Ron laid down on the sofa and swiftly passed out snoring, Harry was easy enough to convince that she needed to go get some supplies from the muggle pharmacy that had been left behind at Grimmauld. His insistence to come with her was quickly overruled when she pointed out who had gotten them out of Grimmauld Place alive.

"I won't be gone long," she reassured him. Her coin was still burning against her breast. "I will set the wards. Try to get some sleep." Harry was so dead on his feet that he let her lead him over to the bed further from the window and was almost asleep before the wards were even started.

Now Hermione hid in the darkened muggle alleyway on the other side of the hotel. Her blood pumped wildly in her veins, and she wondered if calling the two wizards to her was a foolhardy act. Nearly being killed earlier in the evening at Grimmauld Place had set her on fire; her restlessness could not be contained, her adrenaline out of control. The reality that she could be killed on the horcrux hunt had set in, and if she could feel only a few minutes with her lovers' skin against hers, then she would do what it took to make it happen. There was, however, no guarantee that they could sneak away to meet her. And this would be the first time they were using the apparition charm they had designed in a muggle area.

The alley was clean enough but she was hidden behind a dumpster, and it was hardly the most romantic location for a rendezvous. She pulled the coin out again and looked at the most recent message: Alive?

Yes. Close Call.

It had been far too long since they had used their rings, back in the safety of the Forbidden Forest. Now she was grateful as she activated the charm that was worked into her ring allowing the two wizards who held her heart to come to her. She let out a shuddering breath and waited in earnest, her fingernails leaving crescents in her palm as she tried not to shiver.

*

Draco frantically paced in front of his fireplace while Theo watched, as he pretended to read a book on blood curses that he had nicked from the Malfoy library earlier in the evening when they were eavesdropping on the inner circle and needed an excuse to be out of Draco's suite.

"Drake," Theo said soothingly, "You are going to make yourself sick. She will let us know as soon as she can. She is with Scarhead and Weasel and doesn't want them to see the coin. You know this. Have faith in our witch."

"I do have faith Theo, but it only takes a split-second mistake for an avada to find its mark." Draco snarled, "I want to be doing more than waiting for word. Why can't we go to her? The rings can find her."

"She will call us to her when it's safe," Theo said, setting down the book and standing up to walk over to his wizard. He wrapped his arms around the handsome blonde from the back and nuzzled the crook of his neck, breathing the expensive scent of him, roses, oud wood and man.

"You need to calm down. If we are called downstairs and someone sees you in such a state you will endanger her," Theo was playing dirty an, you will endanger her," Theo said. Theo was playing dirty,d he knew it, but Draco's fear for their witch was both motivating and incredibly accurate.

Theo's words had the desired effect. Draco took a deep breath and leaned into Theo, his eyes shut.

"I just wish we could be with her to keep her safe. She wouldn't have to follow us with nappies like the dimwitted duo."

"True enough, but neither of us is the prophesied Chosen One," Theo murmured into his neck as his lips played softly against his throat, "Plus you and I had the misfortune to be born on the wrong side of war."

Draco just murmured his assent and then reached back to run his fingers through Theo's chestnut curls. Theo hummed appreciatively. They stood embracing before the fire, Draco's back to Theo's chest, hands running over each other, soft noises of pleasure escaping their lips.

Their protean charmed coins finally heated and as they both pulled them out, the words Yes. Close Call stood carved on the coin as though they had always been there.

Yes. Close Call

Theo shoved the coin back in his pocket and wiped away the tears of relief threatening to spill over.

As their rings warmed and pulsed against their fingers, the two young men turned and embraced tightly.

"Let's go." Theo whispered, kissing Draco hard and then stepping. Hermione backed up slightly so they could side-along apparate to her.

*

Draco and Theo apparated into the alley with a loud pop, Hermione hoped her glamour, muffliato and the traffic nearby would disguise any sounds they made tonight.

She threw herself at them immediately, vaguely aware that they were both taller than the last time she'd seen them. Her arms wrapped around both their bodies as she squeezed them tightly like she never wanted to let them go.

"Thank Salazar, you are alive!" Draco breathed into her hair.

"Thanks to you two, I am alive," Hermione said. I would have been dead without your warning. My heroes. Shall I show you how grateful I am?" She leaned up and kissed first Theo and then Draco. Draco looked over at Theo and, at Theo's slight nod, grabbed their witch and pushed her roughly against the wall, dominating her mouth with his kisses. He twined her curls around his fist and tilted her head up to him.

"I haven't touched you in weeks! We haven't been apart like this since the bond, and waiting for your message drove me mad, witch. I need to be inside you right now. I don't think I can be gentle…" Initially frenetic, but slowly gaining control over himself, Draco growled into her ear, "Can you take it rough?"

Hermione arched into his touch, her body instantly ready for him. She felt her wetness between her legs and was happy she had the foresight to change into a skirt before leaving in the hotel room. The sensation of Draco's long, elegant fingers as he took them from her hair and ran his hands up her thighs set her heart fluttering. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. He'd put on weight and muscle since she'd touched him last. He'd been waifish still, recovering from Harry's sectumsempra attack. Hermione felt the rage burn in her again at the memory. It had been so close, she and Theo had almost lost him.

"Yes. I need it," Hermione gasped as his fingers found her wetness, and he grinned down at her. She looked to her left and saw Theo there, leaning against the wall. He palmed his cock through his trousers.

She smiled at him, and Theo grinned in return as Draco ripped her knickers into cotton shreds and tucked the fabric into his pocket. He opened his trousers just enough to free his cock. With strong hands, Draco gripped her thighs and lifted her up onto his cock. They both shuddered as his length slid into her, her body tight since they'd been apart.

"Sweet Circe witch, you feel so good," Draco hissed.

Draco's thrusts pushed her back hard into the wall. She wrapped her legs around her lover's waist as her other lover pulled his cock free and stroked it, watching them.

Theo loved to watch them first; it was their routine, and all three loved it. Draco would make love to her as Theo watched. Then Theo would have his turn with her while Draco stroked her back or Theo's, or kissed their necks. They promised to both have her at once but that a bed and uninterrupted days were needed to get there. Days without end with her boys was enough to make Hermione smile; she just wanted the war to end but in the meantime…

Draco pounded into her cunt, the fringe of his hair falling into his face as he leaned over her. Their breath mingled as they both lost themselves in each other's bodies. Hermione's pussy fluttered around Draco's cock as he hit that place deep within her as the angle caused the base of his cock to run against her clit, providing just the right pressure.

"Draco," she breathed, "I'm gonna cum! Oh my gods, I am …"

"Yes," he growled, "cum for me witch. In this alley with Theo watching. That's it ma chatte parfaite. Ma bonne fille."

She shuddered at the praise and arched her back as she came all over his cock, her wetness dripped down his thighs. Draco continued to fuck her through her orgasm, her core awash with tiny electric impulses as she shook and moaned.

"My beautiful, clever witch. I love you so bloody much. You feel so good. Salazar, I wish I could be with you every day. Need you. Love you, love your perfect body." Draco's rambling meant he was rapidly approaching climax.

"Come for her, Drake," Theo whispered against his lover's ear, "Fill her up for me."

Draco shivered at Theo's words and thrust into Hermione twice more, and then his cum flooded her. She felt his pulse at her core and moaned in pleasure.

Draco nipped at her lips and whispered into her ear, "I will give you anything and everything you ever ask for, Hermione. Si tu pouvais lire dans mon coeur, tu verrais la place où je t'ai mise!" Hermione smiled, knowing he had drifted into the deeply romantic place he often did post orgasm.

Theo bit lightly on Draco's neck and said, "Give me my turn with our witch, Draco." Draco stepped away, and Theo took his place, gripping her chestnut and mahogany curls tightly and tilting her face up to his own.

"My golden princess," Theo drawled, "Draco was frantic and worried for you, but I knew you could not leave us. Don't ever leave us." Hermione felt his hard, freed cock, pushing at her wet, dripping nether lips.

"Never," she chanted, "never, never, never. I am yours, and you two are mine forever and ever." She felt Draco's hand against her cheek and leaned into it as Theo kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth as he guided his cock head inside her with the hand that had released her curls.

Just as the head of his cock spread her lips, her arousal and Draco's cum dripping down his length, Theo and Draco convulsed, Draco hissing in pain. Theo let go of Hermione to clutch at his forearm, his face a mask of agony.

"The fucking Dark cockblocker," Theo exhaled, "we are summoned, my love." He stepped back and buttoned himself up, "what a fucking mood killer." Theo kissed her roughly, tasting her with his tongue.

Draco hissed, "We need to go. I am going to smell like sex as it is."

Theo stepped back and looked at her. "Message us as often as you can, my love. Please let the time you can see us again be soon." Hermione nodded and looked over at Draco, who seemed almost in tears.

"Be safe, Hermione Granger," he ordered.

"Only because you ordered it, Draco Malfoy," Hermione responded. He nodded and grabbed Theo. Her two lovers apparated away. Tears threatened, and she shook with the force of her sorrow. She already missed them. Damn the Dark Lord. She would take such pleasure in destroying each of his horcruxes.

She tidied up herself and straightened her skirt but couldn't bear to scourgify the remains of Draco's lovemaking away.

After she got back to the hotel room, Harry and Ron were both asleep, snoring softly.

She dismissed the idea of washing the cum and sweat off and climbed into her bed smelling of sex, which she figured was fine as neither Ron nor Harry knew what a freshly fucked woman smelt like. She would need a better plan for meeting with her boys in the future. Assuming of course that she survived the attack on the Ministry to get the locket horcrux tomorrow. She had promised her boys that she would, and she would keep that promise whatever it took.

*

The last part of this chapter was originally posted as a one shot: Heliotrope and Hemlock. It's been edited so that it matches what's happening in the main story.

Heliotrope in the Victorian language of flowers means eternal love and devotion and Hemlock means eternally deadly. So this one shot symbolises Eternal love, devotion and lethality.

Draco's French statement is from Gustave Flaubert. It means If you could read my heart, you would see the place I have given you there."