In the Closet

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* Author’s Note * - Hello everyone! Well this is THE LAST CHAPTER to this ten chapter story. This also has not been beta read. He is still on vacation. He will go over the entire story and revise it when he returns. So when you see it updated it’s just been revised. I am still a little unsure of this chapter. I’m worried about certain parts of it, not all of it just a “certain part” so we’ll see how it goes.

Please keep in mind this is for fun, a little AU and the characterization is what it is, in or out I don’t really care. This was a challenge from a friend and I hope I do not disappoint. Again, thank you to all who have reviewed, they were all wonderful, really. Please keep reviewing. I do love it. Like I have said before, it is encouraging to know how I did. I do not like to waste time or space. Constructive criticism is always more than welcome. As long as it is done nicely, there is no need to be harsh or insulting. There is a difference. The story plot is just something fun. I don’t want it to be completely canon. (That is what I find fun about fan-fiction, it doesn’t have to be.) Thanks to my beta for the future work lol. All of you have been so great! I hope you enjoy! Review and let me know either way! Thanks!

Below are the answers and responses to reviews from the last chapter.

Moonstar - Do you really think I’d be put into Slytherin? Hmmm it could be possible… lol thanks!

Gracie – Thanks for the insight and support! I did my best to use my grammar book, please tell me how I did. I know it’s not perfect, but I hope an improvement. J

Natalie - LOL I know that keeps happening, darn cliffhangers! Thanks!

Sanaa- You’ll see why he stormed out. J Thanks!

MysticAngel77- Yes strange… lol how many teens do you hear of that are like that? There aren’t really anymore twists in this particular part of this story, Perhaps there could be more in the future (if there even will be one), it depends I guess… Thanks!

Sarah – I haven’t really read anything with Pansy and Hermione having something going, but it always made me wonder. Thanks so much I’m glad I did, lol

Thanks to Namilie, mona, Nicole, Dreamweaver, firewall, Shardae, Lintu, chall (challenger), anonymous, to all of the Anons and to those I’ve missed!! Your comments and reviews were so wonderful thank you sooo much!! And thank you to future reviewers!!

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Chapter Ten
In the Closet


After Hermione followed Draco out, Pansy turned to Milton.

“What happened?” Pansy asked concerned.

“I’m not sure. He seemed to have taken it well. He even thanked me for telling him,” Milton replied.

“So why did he hurry out so quickly? I would figure he’d grab Hermione so they could talk,” Pansy said as she looked back at the portrait.

“I don’t know. So how did Hermione take it anyway?” Milton asked turning the subject towards them.

“Well, I suppose. She admitted that she likes Draco,” Pansy answered as she took a step closer to Milton.

“So everything is cleared up?”

“Like I said before, there was nothing there to clear up.”

“So what does this mean for us?”

“What does this mean for us?” Pansy countered.

“Do you still want to be with me?”

“Of course. I already told you that. You still want to be with me, right?”

“That’s quite a silly question. Yes, I do. I just want you to be happy,” Milton said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“So, do you want to seal the deal?” Pansy said as she looked at him suggestively.

“That does sound like an idea,” Milton smiled leading her to his room.


Hermione rushed after Draco. She wanted to know why he had darted out so quickly. That and if she didn’t talk to him about how she felt she might lose her nerve.

Hermione looked up and down the corridor, but saw no sign of him anywhere. She stomped her foot against the stone floor in aggravation.

“Damn it! Where’d he go?” Hermione said in frustration.

Hermione chose a direction that was unfortunately the opposite way he had gone.

Draco headed quickly down the corridor and made his way quickly toward a secret alcove he had found during his fifth year when he was made part of the Inquisitor’s Squad. It was a place where he’d hide during his sixth year when he needed to get away from everyone after his father was sent away to Azkaban Prison.

No one seemed to notice it, not even the house elves, as it was dustier than any part of the castle. When he could no longer take its filth he cleaned it himself, with his wand of course.

Draco found the familiar hide-away and sat down to think properly. He dropped his head into his hands. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now. Yes he was thankful for the information that Milton had shared with him. However, it changed his plans completely now. It was better to know this before he talked to Hermione. The only thing was, could there even be a relationship with Hermione? So now his father would approve of a relationship between Hermione and himself. It was not because his father’s views had changed, but because of the ‘change of image’ his family was to go though.

Draco grunted out in frustration and let his head fall against the wall he was sitting against. If Hermione realized why his father wouldn’t disapprove of her she would turn on Draco and see him as using her. He couldn’t let that happen. He didn’t want her to hate him. And others - the entire wizarding community - would believe that as well. They’d believe that Draco Malfoy was only dating Hermione Granger because of his families’ transformation, just for show. It would make them a joke. It’d make her a joke.

He had already made the decision before he found this out that he didn’t care, that he’d deal with the consequences. Not even an hour before he’d decided this was what he was going to do, to be with her. He was worried that even if he told her the truth about it all that she’d think he only had the nerve after he found out that his father wouldn’t Crucio him to death. She would think he wouldn’t have done anything about it otherwise. He didn’t want her to think that, or to feel that way. He thumped his head a few more times. What was he going to do?

Hermione looked for Draco for hours, until it was time to do rounds. She’d missed supper completely. Her stomach was sure to remind her of that. It growled in anger when she went into the Great Hall to see if Draco had gone there to eat only to leave without even a bite.

She’d have to give up for the time being seeing as she had to do her rounds, it wasn’t like she couldn’t look for him while she was on them anyway. Hermione headed toward the area she would normally meet up with Ron and Ginny so they could do them together.

“Hey Hermione! So how did it go?” Ginny greeted as Hermione approached them. Ron just sneered. Luckily for him neither of the two girls had seen.

“I haven’t exactly talked to him yet,” Hermione replied sadly. Ron turned his head away as if to look down the hall and smiled.

“Why not?” Ginny asked.

“Well I found him but he was talking to Milton about something and then left in a hurry. I followed after him but he was already gone. I haven’t been able to find him since,” Hermione explained as they started to walk.

“What were they talking about?” Ron asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know. But what ever it was must have upset him,” Said Hermione. Ginny put her arm around her.

“It’s okay. He’ll show up sometime and you can find out what is wrong. You can talk to him then. Hey, we might even find him on rounds. After all he has to do them too right?” Ginny encouraged.

“Sure,” Hermione replied.

“Oh and Hermione, what happened to your hair?” Ginny asked looking at it over their shoulders.”

“I um, needed it for a potion. Could you fix it?” Hermione asked.

“Of course. I can’t let you walk around looking like that. The things you do for education,” Ginny said shaking her head.

They were just about done with their rounds when they ran into Pansy and Milton, still with no sign of Draco anywhere.

“Hey Hermione. Have you seen Draco?” Pansy asked.

“No, I haven’t been able to find him all evening. I take it that you haven’t seen him either?” Hermione asked. They shook their heads in response. Hermione wanted to ask what Milton had talked about with Draco, but decided to wait until she talked to Draco first. They shared a smile as they continued past each other.

“Well I guess we are done for tonight. I’ll see you at breakfast. Thanks for fixing my hair, Gin. Goodnight,” Hermione said.

“Goodnight Hermione. Sorry we couldn’t find him,” Ginny said then nudged Ron.

“Oh right. Yeah Hermione… he probably needed some time or something. He’ll turn up tomorrow,” Ron said tying to force down the vomit that was rising in his throat. “Night.”

“Thanks… night,” Hermione repeated and headed in the direction of her room.


Draco sat there for hours, well past the time when he was supposed to be doing his rounds. To compensate he just stuck out his head and looked both ways. It was good enough for him.

He had honestly thought he couldn’t feel any worse until Hermione and her friends walked past him as he was tucked away. He had over heard them talking about him and how she had looked for him for hours. How she was going to tell him that she had liked him and how concerned for him she was after he rushed off like that. She had even said that she thought that maybe he didn’t like her and wanted to get away from her, maybe that’s all it was. He knew she must have thought back to what had happened earlier and what had almost happened. She’d thought he was avoiding her, she had said that last part out loud to her friends.

He wasn’t avoiding her; he was just delaying their next encounter. Ginny had told her that that was absurd. He’d have to remind himself later to start to like that redhead for the remark.

He was starting to grow tired, but couldn’t sleep until this all was resolved. He stood up quick and determined. He wobbled a bit as he had been sitting there longer than anyone should be sitting on a stone floor. He stretched out his legs and made his way to the Head’s common rooms. Yes, it was late. Yes, Hermione was most likely in bed, but he didn’t care. He needed to do this now.

He reached the Portrait to the Head’s rooms. The Knight, Sir Cadogan, hadn’t noticed him yet as he swilled a bottle of what looked like fire whiskey. Draco cleared his throat to get his attention. The knight quickly hid the bottle behind him and acted as if he had nothing.

“Sir is Miss Granger in?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow. The Knight hiccupped and cleared his throat.

“Now see here, do you any idea what drunk it is? Time, time it is, any idea?” The Knight replied then suppressed a belch.

“I’m not caring much about that at the moment Sir.”

“Well you should, it’s right out rude.”

“Well if someone were to tell, about your choice of beverage at the moment...”

“Well I never! If I were in a right proper mood for a duel…” The Knight said cutting Draco off. Draco kept staring him down. “Really, I mean do you understand the process that is taken to wake Miss… um… her from, oh yes Miss Granger, to wake Miss Granger and have her come out here? I have to go to Mallory to tell her that Miss Granger has a visitor and then she has to go wake her. And well I can’t really talk to her right now, ah with her sleeping and all, Mallory that is. Can’t you just come back later?”

“No,” Draco replied flat and quick. The Knight lowered his head then looked back up.

“Don’t you know the password?” The Knight leaned closer to him squinting a drunken eye.

“How would I know the password?” Draco asked impatiently.

“Well you must have heard Miss Granger say it earlier when you to were together, earlier, yes then,” The Knighted urged, half talking to himself.

Draco thought back to earlier to when he and Hermione had been arguing. He was following her and acting quite childish. They had entered the common room, but before that she had said the password. What was it?

Draco turned around to look down the hall replaying the incident. When he turned the Knight swigged more of the whiskey that sloshed out onto his face as well as into his mouth. Then he quickly ducked the bottle of booze behind him and attempted to wipe his mouth of the evidence before Draco turned back around again.

Draco started to pace.

“Alright we came up the stairs and walked down the corridor to this spot,” Draco said pointing to the ground. “We were arguing.”

“Yup.” The Knight drunkenly agreed. Draco looked at him briefly.

“I was about to call her something but I stopped. She asked me what I was going to say… I said ‘nothing’ she said ‘enlighten me’. I didn’t answer her. She said the password… only I can’t remember… urrrrg!” Draco ran his fingers though his hair. “Think you bloody moron, think!”

A few seconds went by until Draco looked up at the Knight with a triumphant look.


The moonlight shone brightly into Hermione’s unlit chambers, coloring everything in a blue hue. She was sitting up in her bed, unable to sleep. Hermione tossed the covers off and walked around her bed to a closed window. She sat down on the ledge and propped her forehead against the pane. Hermione pulled back unable to take the coldness of it and leaned against the ledges’ wall.

She thought about what she’d say to Draco when she finally got to see him again. What if he didn’t want anything to do with her? What if he thought what happened earlier was a mistake? Should she even bother? Should she just wait until he said something, if he even would say something?

She sat there for a while until she heard a rapping on her door.

“Pansy?” She thought at first. She furrowed her brow and shook her head. “Why would I think it was Pansy? Perhaps it’s Milton.”

Hermione got up and headed to her door when she heard another knock just slightly louder than the last. She reached the door and opened it.

“Draco?” Hermione questioned when she revealed the tall pale blonde. He stood there for a moment, eyes adjusting to the bluely dimmed room. When he did he noticed her wearing a very thin satin nightgown that went to her mid thigh and fit to her body quite nicely. He felt himself twitch.

“Sorry, I know it’s late and all. But I need to talk to you,” Draco said quietly.

“Oh sure,” She said as she moved so he could come into her room. “You know I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I also need to talk to you,” Hermione’s stomach also took the moment to confess how it felt, which was hungry. She still hadn’t eaten anything. “Sorry, I didn’t get to eat supper.”

“Me neither, I had other things on my mind at the time. Do you want to head down to the kitchens? We can walk and talk,” Draco suggested.

“That sounds good,” Hermione replied as she grabbed her night robe and slipped on her slippers.

Draco held the door open as they both headed out and again as they left the common room. He softly shut the portrait of the Knight closed.

The Knight hiccupped and waved drunkenly toward the two once it was shut. Hermione shot him a strange look. Draco placed a hand on her back to guide her down the corridor.

“Is he…” Hermione started pointing at the Knight.

“Forget it, let’s go,” Draco said. Hermione shrugged.

They walked down the corridor in silence for a while. Neither was really sure how to start. Hermione turned down another corridor while Draco still headed in the direction of the stairs.

“Ah, Hermione the kitchens are this way,” Draco said pointing down the staircase.

“Actually, I have a faster way. Follow me,” She said as she continued on as Draco followed curiously.

“Where are we going?” Draco asked.

“Last year Harry, Ron and I were bored one night and decided that we should get to know the castle a little better. So we went around looking for new passageways we didn’t already know about. We found this one and we were quite pleased,” She answered.

“Why’s that?”

“Well it’s… well you see it’s right about…” Hermione tapped on the statue of a dwarf, grabbed its nose and twisted to the left. “Here we go.”

The dwarf moved to the left, Draco jumped back out of the way surprised. He looked down to where the dwarf had been to reveal an opening in the floor. Hermione sat down and scooted to the edge and looked up at Draco.

“Follow me,” She commanded right before she slipped down and out of site. Draco stared at the spot where she had just been and looked nervously around. Hermione spoke snapping his attention back to the opening in the floor. “Come on! What’s taking you so long?”

Draco bent down and dangled his legs over the edge and followed in after her. To his surprise and gratitude it wasn’t that far of a drop.

“You alright?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, sure why wouldn’t I be?” He replied as he dusted himself off.

Hermione grabbed his arm and guided him about ten feet to a wall. She ran her hands along it until she found what she was looking for. “Ah,” She said in satisfaction. She pushed hard on a small stone and the wall began to move and the statue of the dwarf shut above them. “Lumos.”

Hermione’s wand revealed a very small room. She guided him fully into the room positioning him in the center.

“Have you ever been inside of an elevator?” She asked right before she turned a circular stone around clicking as it moved every 90 degrees. Draco didn’t realize why she had asked that until the floor beneath them began to descend and he quickly grabbed her hand. She smiled.

A few moments later they landed softly on the lowest level of the castle, the kitchens. Hermione stepped out first then Draco followed.

“See? It’s much quicker,” Hermione said as she headed to a refrigerator.

“Where are all the house elves?” Draco asked as he looked around the empty room.

“What do you think they live in here? Oh wait you probably do. Draco, house elves sleep, eat and do whatever we do. Mostly anyway.”

“I knew that,” Draco said quickly. “So do we have to make our own food or do they have… what’s it called…”

“Leftovers? Maybe, but I’d guess we’d have to make our own.”

“I’ve ah, never, um…”

“I’m not surprised. Don’t worry I’m no stranger to any of this,” Hermione grabbed some things from the fridge and from a cabinet. She made her way over to a counter and began to make something.

“So what are you making?” Draco asked peering over she shoulder.

“We are making something simple, a quesadilla for each of us. Here, you can shred the cheeses and chop the vegetables while I make tortillas. There are knives and a shredder over there.”

“I’m not sure… yeah okay, I can do this… okay,” Draco said while gathering the cheeses and vegetables.

They talked about different things other than what they wanted to talk about. They talked about life and what they wanted to do. They talked about everything else except for them.

Hermione placed the hot food onto some plates and sat them on a wooden table. She sat down next to Draco.

“They’re better with salsa and sour cream.” Hermione said nervously. Draco smiled. They knew they needed to talk.

“So look, I really need to talk to you. I need you to understand and not take it the wrong way…” Draco started.

“No, I understand, you don’t need to explain. You don’t feel that way about me. I get it,” Hermione said softly.

“No, no that’s not it. The thing is I do feel that way about you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I do. You feel the same way right?” Hermione just nodded slowly. “But there’s something you’ve got to know before we can continue.”

Hermione sat quietly as Draco explained what had happened with them earlier and how he came to a revelation about how he felt about her. Then on to what Milton told him. Why he had run off and why he was gone for so long.

“So, I mean. Have things changed, with how you feel?” Draco asked apprehensively. Hermione looked down, grabbed their empty plates and placed them in the sink. Which started to magically clean and put away the dishes. “Look I totally understand if you just want to end it here. I don’t blame you. I’ll just go.”

“No wait!” Hermione demanded stopping him from continuing on. “I was just letting it all sink in. It’s a lot. But I think if we could make it work, I think that it could.”

“Really?” Draco said hopefully as she made his way quickly to her.

“Yeah, I do.” She placed a hand gently on his face.

“Me too.”

He leaned in slowly placing his lips lightly against hers. She pressed in harder. He pressed in harder. She dug her fingers into his hair. He tangled his in hers. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him harshly into the wall behind him. Their lips moved madly, tongues fought wildly against the other. He pushed her robe off of her shoulders causing it to plummet to the floor. She undid his school robes and tossed them to the side. He moved his lips to her neck never losing the passion he showed her mouth. She threw her head back giving him access. He guided his tongue along the top of her exposed cleavage. She grabbed the bottom of his sweater and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side with the rest of his clothing. He hissed as he grabbed the bottom of her nightgown pooling it around her waist and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the table where they had just eaten.

He sat her gently down. She grabbed his white button up shirt and ripped it open sending button in various directions. He smirked. She ran her hands along his soft smooth bare chest. He leaned her backwards lying her down on her backside. She met his lips full force, continuing on from where they had left off. He ran his hands along the legs of her silky flesh reaching up for her knickers only to find there were none.

He pulled back and murmured, “Bloody Hell.” Now it was her turn to smirk.

He returned to her lips as they both fumbled with his belt and pants. They managed to free him as his manhood eagerly popped out for what they both had long been waiting for.

He climbed up onto the table with her and rubbed himself along her slit mixing their juices around to lubricate their virgin areas. He pushed in slightly only to have her tighten up at the intrusion. He looked down at her silently asking her if she wanted to continue. She answered by grabbing one round globe of his ass pulling him more to her. He nodded and pushed in more. This definitely wasn’t like he’d thought it would be.

He kept slowly working himself into her until he had reached the hilt. He couldn’t tell if he had broke through her barrier or not as the entire cavern was like a barrier all up until he reached the end of her tunnel.

He waited for a minute and started to pull out slowly, not wanting to pull out all the way and pushed back in. He threw his head back and whimpered. It was the most amazing feeling he’d ever felt. Not even all the times he had offed himself put together could even come close to how it felt to be with Hermione, to be in her.

Hermione had to keep reminding herself to relax and let it feel good when the most amazing thing happened; it began to. She started to raise her hips to meet him. They stopped a few times, letting him gain control over himself so he wouldn’t explode to soon.

After a few minutes they both were lost in the throes of passion and started to move fervently against each other. The passion that they had earlier returned in full force. Beads of sweat started to move along their bodies as they moved rhythmically together. Draco watched his hand move slowly along her neck, between the valley of her breasts and make it’s way down to her navel. Hermione arched her back pushing herself up to meet it.

She dug her nails and teeth into his sweat glistened flesh until she couldn’t hold out any longer. A tingly rush of coolness fled through her body straight to her center. It started to build quickly and hit her hard as she lost control over herself. She jerked off the table lifting Draco with her. Hermione moaned loudly as she hit her peak to the fullest degree. It seemed to hold for nearly ten seconds before she came down slowly from it trembling as her bottom met the table once again. Draco seemed to hit his just as hard right when she sat herself back down. He grunted several times as he pushed into her as hard and as deep as he could go. His arms and legs shook violently beneath him before his arms gave way. Draco lay on top of Hermione breathing as rapidly as she was.

Draco finally pulled himself off of her and the table. Hermione sat up pushing her disheveled hair back taking in a sharp breath.

“That was…” Draco began.

“Bloody fantastic,” Hermione finished grinning. He helped her off the table. “We really should shower and head to bed.”

“Um, sure, yeah, I guess so,” Draco said disappointed. They started to gather their clothing. Draco started to head off to his room. “Goodnight.”

“Where are you going?” Hermione asked.

“You said…” Draco begun and realized what she had meant. “Oh.”

They smiled and headed back to her room.

The next morning Draco woke next to Hermione who was still asleep. Last night they didn’t make it into the shower until they were too spent to do any more “activity”. After they showered together they fell asleep holding each other, something he could really get used to.

He turned, sat up and started to run his hands along the side of her body trying to awaken her for another round before breakfast.

She stirred gently turning her head in his direction before opening her eyes. She smiled brightly at him and stretched.

“Morning,” She whispered.

“Morning,” He said back brushing a few strands of hair out of her face and behind her ear with a smile on his face that revealed exactly how he felt. She asked anyway.

“How are you feeling?” She asked as she sat up a bit leaning against the headboard after she propped her pillow up against it first.

“Incredible. You?” He said doing the same as she.

“Quite fantastic actually. It’s nice to see that you are in a better mood than you were yesterday,” She said with a smile looking over at him.

“Yeah, well,” He said with a shrug.

“What was eating you yesterday? It wasn’t the thing with Milton, because that didn’t happen until evening. So come with it.”

“Well,” He started. “The thing that happened between you and Pansy the other night…” Hermione sat straight up.

“She told you too! Oh my…” Hermione fell back onto her pillow and covered her face with her hands embarrassed. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at her reaction. “She said she wouldn’t tell anyone about our ‘experiment’,” She continued though her hands.

“She told us…”

“Please tell me that ‘us’ is in reference to you and Milton,” Hermione removed her hands as she interrupted him.

“Um, actually it was Millicent and I.”

“So much for a secret. So who else knows?”

“Just us. No one else knows the truth about Pansy. Well she came up to us, Millicent and I, and bragged about it. I couldn’t believe it. She knew I liked you. I may have not said anything but she knew. Sometimes that witch can be so selfish.”

“I am so embarrassed. And I am so sorry, really I am. I didn’t realize… anything,” Hermione said.

“It’s alright. Don’t worry about it,” He smiled at her. She smiled back. “So there’s no chance you’re going to rid of me and go to her?” He asked.

“No, it was just an experiment. If I would have known how she felt I wouldn’t have done it,” She smiled again.

“Good.”

Hermione leaned back again then started to chuckle. He looked at her quizzically.

“What?”

“It’s just that who would have ever thought that the Slytherin slut would be a lesbian when she so obviously loved the cock.”

“Hermione Granger!”

“What?” she asked as they busted up laughing. She put her hands out to defend herself as he grabbed his pillow and playfully hit her with it.



“Hey Hermione. Did you finally find Malfoy?” Ginny asked as Hermione sat down at their table in the Great Hall.

“Yeah I did,” Hermione smiled to herself as she loaded her plate with breakfast goodies.

“And…” Ginny prompted as Harry and Ron waited for an answer as well.

“Everything is good. We talked. We’re good.” Hermione said as she took a drink of pumpkin juice.

“Are you together?” Harry asked before Ginny had the chance.

“Yeah, we are. You’re still okay with that right?” Hermione asked.

“Of course. Right?” Ginny asked Harry and Ron.

“I’m fine as long as you are,” Harry said. They turned to Ron who was shoving food into his mouth to avoid talking.

“What? Oh yeah sure, Hermione. You know whatever makes you happy right?” He said as much as he hated it.

“Thanks,” She smiled at him.

They finished breakfast and started to head out of the Great Hall.

“So Hermione what do you want to do today, I was thinking we could…” Ron started but Hermione interrupted.

“Actually, I sort of have plans with Draco today. I hope you don’t mind. We can do something tomorrow, if you guys want,” Hermione said. Ron looked over her shoulder to see Draco approaching.

“Yeah Hermione that’s fine, we completely understand,” Harry said. Ginny agreed.

Ron, however, didn’t understand. But instead of saying so he forced a smile. “Yeah sure, have a good time,” He said.

“Thanks,” Hermione said as Draco came up and nodded at them. Harry and Ginny nodded gently back. Ron’s nod was a bit sharp. Nothing was said. Though it was a start after all.

Hermione waved and headed off with Draco who had draped his arm around her shoulders. Students stopped and stared as they walked by, sort of stunned with the pairing.

“I’ve never hated him more.” Ron said under his breath as he watched them walk away. Harry and Ginny turned to look at him, hearing what he said but not blaming him. It would take some getting used to.

“Is it just me or do those two have a certain glow?” Ginny asked Harry.

“Glow? What?” Ron asked genuinely confused.

“Nothing Ron, nothing,” Harry quickly said. Ron still glared down the corridor.


The last few weeks of their new relationship had been great. Draco happily reflected on them as he walked into the Head’s common room. He needed to return something he had borrowed from Milton. He walked up to his door and raised his hand to knock when he heard someone speak from within the room.

“I can’t believe it. You’re perfect. I never thought I’d be able to do this again, thank you so much. It means so much that you would do this for me,” Pansy’s voice said to someone else in the room. Draco was curious. Then he realized the door wasn’t shut all the way. He gently pushed against it and his jaw dropped as it fully opened.

Hermione was straddling Pansy’s lap wearing a small pair of shorts and her sweater was being pulled off over her head. When it was tossed across the room she started to kiss Pansy, quite passionately for that matter.

“Hermione?” Draco asked shocked and hurt.

“Yes?” That yes came from behind him. He turned to see Hermione come out of her room carrying a few books over to the coffee table and set them down. She looked back up at him.

He was slightly confused. He looked back into the room with the first Hermione with Pansy. They were looking at him. Both smiled and winked. Then put their index fingers over their mouths. That’s when he realized that Milton had used the Polyjuice potion. He shut the door and turned to the real Hermione.

“Nothing, I was just looking for you,” He said smiling at her as he tossed the borrowed object onto the couch, grabbed her hand and led her to her room. She smiled back.

“Was Pansy in there with Milton?” She asked as they made their way to her room.

“Yeah, why?” He looked at her as he stepped into the room.

“Nothing, just curious.” She said as she turned to shut the door. Her eyes briefly fell onto Milton’s door. She felt a strange feeling that showed on her face but was unknown to Draco. It only lasted a moment until she shook it off and smiled shutting the door behind them.

THE END.