Seventh Year

Draco showed up to Calliope’s doorstep early. He had been designated Head Boy for the year and had to set an example for the younger students, or so he was told. He rapped his knuckles against the door and waited in the cold morning air.

Calliope opened the door with a smile. “You’re early Lord Malfoy.” He shrugged and nodded. She stepped aside to let him in.

“Are you ready to go?” he drawled slowly looking at the trunk in the front entrance that looked as though it were ready to burst. Calliope nodded and went to get her coat. “What should I call you?” Draco cursed himself for the suddenness of the question, he had planned to slip it into their conversation subtly.

Calliope stopped and spun on her heel. “What do you mean?”

“Well…I assumed that you would have a nickname. And that I should know it.” He said, he tried to make it sound nonchalant but the way he’d barked the question at her made it almost impossible.

“Did you stay up last night and come up with a list of questions to ask me?” she asked as she narrowed her eyes at him, a grin playing on her lips. Draco chuckled uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“guilty as charged,” he said. Calliope slipped into her cloak before walking back to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“That is absolutely adorable.” She said. “Callie works just fine.” She said adjusting his school tie momentarily. “Would you like to sit and run down your list or can it wait until we’re settled on the train?”

“It can wait.” Draco said. “I’ll apparate your things.”

“You have a side-along permit Draco.” Calliope said, when Draco’s face revealed the shock at being found out she grinned. “You aren’t the only one who can access confidential information.”

“Noted.” Draco said and went to grab the handle of the trunk. Calliope walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and tilted her head up to capture his lips in a kiss. Draco apparated them to the platform but remained kissing her for a solid few moments after they appeared.

Draco hauled both of their luggage to the train and loaded it on carefully as Calliope stood next to him, her hand on his back. They were both well aware of the eye’s following their every move. Hogwarts could have run on gossip alone if it were to ever run out of magic.

Draco helped Calliope onto the train and they walked through the hall, Dracos hand possessively on her lower back. They found their way to the designated Head Carriage and let themselves in, startling the other occupant who was engrossed in a book.

“Malfoy.” Hermione Granger greeted as amicably as she could. While it was a well known fact that Draco had been instrumental in the destruction of the Dark Lord old habits died hard.

“’Mione? You look amazing!” Calliope said with a smile, moving from Draco’s reach to hug Hermione who reciprocated with vigor. It was true, Hermione looked amazing. He skin was perfectly sun kissed and her hair seemed to have lost the frizz from earlier years. It now cascaded down her back, tucked behind her ears. Draco took the opportunity as the girls embraced to admire the know-it-all’s body. “How have you been luv?”

“Brilliant, just brilliant.” Hermione said with a smile as they pulled apart. Draco was careful to note that the length of the hug lasted just a few seconds longer than it should have, and that neither girl had completely stopped touching the other.

“Congrats on making Head Girl.” Calliope said with a smile. Draco cleared his throat, reminding the girls of his presence.

“Yes, congratulations Hermione.” Draco said. Hermione looked downright shocked for a moment before regaining her comopsure.

“Thank you, you as well…Draco.” Hermione said with a blush. Calliope turned to him with a smile.

“See! I knew you have manner somewhere.” She teased as she closed the distance between them. She placed a hand on his chest before kissing him softly. When his hands gripped her hips she pushed him back with a cheeky grin.

“You two?” Hermione asked, almost choking on the words. She sounded somewhere between shocked and appalled.

Calliope turned back to Hermione with a smile and sat on a bench. “yeah strange I know. We’ve gone six years without knowing each other. I’m not really sure how we’ve gone this long without getting together quite honestly.”

Draco sat down next to Calliope and nodded his agreement.

“I think you just ran in separate circles.” Hermione said as she sat across from them. She smoothed her skirt over her knees as Calliope crossed hers and angled them towards Draco. His hand fell to her knee as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Speaking of circles, where are the two other legs of your Holy tripod?” Calliope asked. Hermione smiled.

“running late I imagine.” She said with a tolerant sigh. “I’m sure they’ll get here soon.”

“Right you are ‘Mione.” Harry Potter said waltzing into the carriage to sweep his friend into a hug. Hermione laughed as he hugged her. When he let her down he turned to see Draco and Calliope.

Draco extended a hand to Harry. “Good to see you Harry.” He said. Harry smiled and shook his hand.

“You too mate.” He said. Harry had never been one to hold grudges, especially with the amount of help that Draco gave during the war. Harry blushed when he saw Calliope grinning at him wickedly. “Hello again Calliope.”

Calliope smirked. “Harry.” She said snaking her hand around Draco’s. Her tryst with the boy who lived had been short, she learned later that she had been his first. “Where’s Ron?”

Harry sat next to Hermione with a wide smile. “Avoiding Hermione.” Hermione just sighed and shook her head. “He’s a git.” Harry added simply.

Draco smirked.

“Did you and he have a row ‘Mione?” Calliope asked doing her best to look concerned. Although the thought of the redheaded prat anywhere near her friend made her blood boil.

“We ended it actually…er…I did rather.” Hermione said blushing a deep red.

“Because he’s a right git.” Harry added, making Hermione smack him in the chest.

“Truer words never spoken Potter.” Draco drawled casually. Calliope smacked Draco in the arm and glared at him.

“Why don’t you take Harry and gather the prefects for the meet.” she suggested pointedly. Draco just chuckled but nodded and after dropping a kiss on Calliope’s head, walked from the carriage with Harry in tow.

As soon as they left Calliope switched sides, sitting next to Hermione and took the girl’s hand in her own.

“Are you okay?” she asked, searching Hermione’s eyes for any reason to hex Ron’s manhood to tiny little pieces. Hermione just nodded.

“It was a long time coming.” She admitted. Calliope wrapped Hermione into a hug regardless. They had met sometime in their third year, and while they didn’t get close until the end of fourth year, they had always been friendly. “Draco…he doesn’t know about…us…does he?” Hermione stammered, blushing a deep red. A slow smile crept it’s way across Calliope’s face as she shook her head.

“I told you that would stay between you and me until you wanted anyone to know.” Calliope said. She tucked a stray hair behind Hermione’s ear and licked her lips. Her memory had never been clearer than it was when it came to Hermione and the thoughts that flashed through her mind were making her knickers quite wet. She didn’t have to touch the other girl to know that she was feeling the same. Hermione’s eyes were dark with want and Calliope had never been one to keep a girl wanting.

Calliope brushed her lips across Hermione’s softly, grinning as Hermione gripped her forearms tightly. When their lips met both girls let out a little sigh of contentment. A few moments into the kiss Calliope ran her fingers up Hermione’s inner thigh, skimming the skin lightly, just under her skirt.

“The boys will be back soon.” Hermione stammered as she pulled back. “And I’m sure this isn’t what Draco would want to see.”

Calliope let out a husky chuckle. “You obviously don’t know my Draco.” She said, but removed her hand regardless. She leaned back from Hermione and took a long steadying breath to control her hormones. When she saw Hermione look at her questioningly she smiled. “Draco and I have an agreement of sorts…” she said, she knew that Hermione could keep a secret.

“Like an open relationship?” Hermione asked. Calliope shrugged.

“On my end anyway.” She said as she starting moving to the other side of the carriage. Hermione grabbed her arm and pulled her back into a fierce kiss. Hermione draped a leg over Calliope’s lap, allowing the girl perfect access to her pussy. Calliope moaned into the kiss as her fingers dragged along the soaked fabric of Hermione’s knickers.

Pushing them to one side she pushed two fingers deep inside Hermione’s pussy, they didn’t have time for foreplay. Hermione whimpered against Calliope’s lips as Calliope ghosted a touch across her clit. Hermione pulled back from the kiss as Calliope’s finger curled and dragged down the walls of her pussy before plunging back in and starting again. She buried her face in Calliope’s neck as Calliope started to work her clit with her thumb.

“You feel so damn good ‘Mione.” Calliope whispered as she worked her fingers faster. She knew that any minute Draco and Harry would be walking through the doors with a group of prefects and hurried her ministrations. When Calliope pushed her thumb against Hermione’s clit hard Hermione’s hips began to rock uncontrollably. Knowing she was close Calliope turned her head to kiss Hermione hard before pushing a finger in the Gryffindor’s ass, making her cum unexpectedly.

They sat slumped together, Calliope’s fingers still buried in Hermione for a few moments before Hermione shifted off of Calliope’s lap and muttered a ‘scourgify’ for them both. Her face was an alarming shade of red and Calliope smiled.

“Next time it won’t need to be this rushed.” She promised before moving to the other side of the carriage. Hermione took a couple deep breaths and her colour returned to normal just before the carriage door opened and Draco and Harry returned sans prefects.

“We scheduled the meeting for later.” Draco said sitting next to Calliope and kissing her lightly. He pulled back a touch when he tasted someone that wasn’t Calliope mixed with the girls regular taste. Calliope just shook her head almost imperceptibly and he swallowed his question although his pants tightened at the thoughts of what could have just occurred in the carriage.