What a Witch Needs

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A House Divided


It was Saturday morning and Ron sat on the edge of his bed putting on his Quidditch boots for this morning’s practice. Everyone else in the room was dressing as well, everyone except Harry. His draperies were still shut around his bed and his roommates were waiting for him to awaken. They were curious as to why Harry had run out of the Great Hall last night after Malfoy.

Ron, however, knew that they only had the Quidditch pitch for a few hours and Harry was expected to be there. “Quidditch practice today, Harry,” Ron announced, loudly. There was no response from the other side of the curtain. “Harry? Hey, Harry!” Ron persisted. Finally, Ron stood and grabbed the edge of the drapery. He knew he’d have to shake Harry awake.

When Ron pulled the drapery aside, he let out a surprised, “Ugh!” He pulled the curtain shut quickly and turned to face Seamus, Dean and Neville with a horrified look on his face.

“What’s the matter with you?” Seamus asked when he saw Ron’s expression.

Ron shifted his feet and muttered, “Uh… nothing, nothing. I got to go.” He bent to retrieve his gloves from under his bed and stood to notice Dean, walking to Harry’s bed.

“What did you see in there?” Dean asked in curiosity, reaching a hand out to draw back the drapery. “Was Harry wanking or something?”

“No, don’t!” Ron yelled, trying to stop Dean from having a peek. But Dean pulled the drapery back slightly and looked in. His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open at the sight that met his eyes.

Seamus came up behind him and craned his head over Dean’s shoulder, “What is it?” When he saw the three nude bodies tangled up asleep on the bed, he exclaimed, “Merlin! Would you look at that?”

Neville came to them and peeked in as well, turning beet red with embarrassment. Ron sat back on his bed and groaned in misery. He couldn’t believe Harry would bring Malfoy into their room!

“Why would Harry let Malfoy have a go at his girlfriend?” Seamus wondered as his eyes roamed over Hermione’s exposed curves. “You think Malfoy used some sort of spell on them?”

Just then, Draco groggily opened his eyes only to see three boys staring in at them. He quickly came alert when he realized they had spent the entire night together - and now, Harry’s roommates had discovered them. He followed their line of vision, noticing that they were all ogling Hermione’s naked body and Draco suddenly felt angry. He grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it over her, saying, harshly, “Do you mind?”

Neville backed away quickly from Malfoy’s temper and went to his bed. Seamus and Dean looked at Malfoy in question.

“Actually, we do mind,” Seamus replied. “This is our room, and we don’t want the likes of you in it!”

Hermione opened her eyes at the noise and gasped when she realized their situation. She grabbed the edge of the sheet Draco had put on her and pulled it over her head. Harry felt her movements and opened his heavy eyes as well. He squinted at the faces of Dean and Seamus peeking in.

“Close the drapes!” Harry grumbled, shutting his eyes again.

“What’s Malfoy doing in your bed, Harry?” Seamus demanded. Ron gave another groan from his bed as he flung himself down and covered his head with a pillow.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows, looking directly at Seamus. “I suppose he was sleeping, until you woke him up, that is.”

“This is none of your damn business, Finnegan, so shut the fucking drapes,” Draco snapped.

Seamus ignored him. “This is some kind of dare, right? You’re not really… you know…”

“Lovers?” Harry finished for him. “Why, yes, Seamus, that’s exactly what we are, all three of us.” There was another loud groan coming from Ron.

“But… you hate him!” Seamus exclaimed. “And he hates you!”

“Not any more,” Harry said, simply. “Now, if you don’t mind closing the draperies, we’d like to get dressed.”

Dean nudged Seamus away and said, “Come on, leave them alone.” Then he pulled the draperies shut. Seamus continued to rant, however. He paced back and forth across the room, angrily. “What does it mean, Harry? Hey? What does it mean? He’s plagued you for six years, called everyone names, and don’t forget what his dad is!”

“Stop it, Seamus,” Neville said. “It’s not our business.”

“Shut up, Neville!” Seamus snapped.

“You want to know what it means, Seamus?” Harry replied from behind the curtain. “It means that people change. It happens you know.”

Draco stepped out of the draperies with his pants and shirt on, his robe draped over one arm. He looked at Seamus, aching to say a cutting remark to pay him back for his angry words, but Draco knew it would not help matters any. He took a deep breath instead. “You’re right, Finnegan, I haven’t treated the Gryffindors very nicely.”

Seamus stopped pacing and glared at him. “That’s an understatement!”

“I was raised to hate others not like myself. But I’ve come to realize, I no longer have to accept the viewpoints of my parents. In fact, I’m finding that I don’t agree with them about many things,” Draco explained. Harry came out, now that he was dressed, and stood behind Draco, putting a hand on his shoulder for support. He knew how difficult this was for Draco to do, and he couldn’t help but admire his courage. Admitting you’re wrong, especially for a Malfoy, was quite painful.

“So,” Draco continued, “I’d like to say, and especially to you Longbottom, and you Weasley, because I know I’ve been the hardest on you both, that I’m sincerely sorry for my past behaviors and words against you.”

The room was silent for a few moments as the boys absorbed Draco’s words. He was actually apologizing! Ron threw the pillow off his face and onto the floor, catching everyone’s attention, as he sat up, glaring at Malfoy. Draco returned his glare, waiting for his reaction. “Go on, Weasley, I see you have something to say, so say it,” Draco prompted.

“I don’t trust you,” Ron stated. “How do we know you’re not some spy for your father?”

“I suppose that is why they say, ‘trust is earned, not given’,” Draco replied. “I hope, in time, you will come to see that I am sincere. I will tell you, I have sworn to support Harry over Vol… You Know Who. I don’t take that vow lightly.”

While they were speaking, Neville’s eyes fell on a pair of panties lying on his bed and his eyes widened in surprise. He covertly sat on his bed and shoved the panties under his covers.

“I still don’t trust you,” Ron grumped.

“I know what this is really about, Weasley,” Draco said. “You’re upset because you think I took your friends away. It used to be you three, and now it’s me and them.”

Dean looked at Ron. “You were sleeping with Harry and Hermione?”

“No!” Ron snapped.

“I didn’t mean it that way, Thomas, so take your mind out of the gutter,” Draco retorted.

“I told you, Ron,” said Harry, “I don’t want things to change between us. You’re the one who can’t accept this. I didn’t ditch you. You ditched us.”

“What do you expect, Harry?” Ron sneered. “Think about how you’d feel if I came in one day, and said I was in love with Snape and wanted you to accept him as your friend, too.”

Draco looked at Harry, surprised. “You told him you’re in love with me?”

“I…” Harry stammered. He felt stuck. He hadn’t said that, but he couldn’t tell if Draco wanted it to be true or not. He ran a hand through his hair, nervously, continuing to look at Draco. Then he glanced at Hermione, who was peeking out from behind his draperies, waiting for his words. She was obviously embarrassed at being seen naked by his roommates, but she couldn’t resist joining in. “I didn’t exactly use those words. It was more like I couldn’t stop seeing you…” Draco’s face fell slightly.

Then Harry looked around at all his confused roommates and sighed. “Oh, what the hell! All right, yes, I might as well tell you all now, so that you can stop wondering. I’m in love with them both. I love Hermione and I love Draco. I want to be with them and I’m sorry if any of you have a problem with that. They make me happy and if you consider yourself my friend, then you’ll be happy for me.” There he said it, Harry thought. He was so tired of all this sneaking around anyway.

Hermione felt foolish hiding, now that Harry and Draco were being so brave in front of everyone. She stepped out and between the boys, putting her arms around them both, smiling. “And I love Draco and Harry.”

Draco was bowled over by their confessions. His incredulous look went from Harry to Hermione. “You do?” he almost whispered.

Hermione looked him in the eyes, smiling, “Yes, I do.” She heard Ron grunt and she swung her gaze to him. “I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time with this, Ron. Harry and I still love you as our friend, as much as we ever have. I hope someday you can forgive Draco and get to know him better. We’d like us all to be friends.”

Ron crossed his arms and stared off to the side. Hermione knew Ron would probably be the last to accept their relationship. After all, he was feeling replaced.

Harry looked at Seamus, who had kept strangely quiet for awhile. When Seamus noticed Harry waiting for him to say something, he shook his head and said, “I don’t know, Harry. This is a bit of a shock, you know. I didn’t even know you fancied blokes.”

Harry gave a short laugh, replying, “I didn’t know I did, either. Actually, before Draco, I had no interest in guys. I mean… it’s not like any guy will do… it’s him. It doesn’t matter… guy or girl… it’s just the way we feel when we’re together. I’m not going to find that with just anyone.”

Then Dean said, “I’m a bit shocked, too, but I do think everyone has a right to choose whoever they want. If Malfoy’s sincere, then I don’t have a problem with it.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Harry said, gratefully. He looked toward Neville. “Neville?”

Neville shrugged, nervously. “It’s not really up to me, is it?”

“True, but I do want your friendship, Neville. That’s important to me,” Harry explained.

“It is?” Neville replied, pleased. “I’ll always be your friend, Harry, no matter who you want to be with. But…” Neville shifted his feet nervously, glancing at Malfoy. “If he takes the Dark Mark, I’m afraid I won’t be able to be around you anymore,” Neville said bravely, finding his courage from somewhere deep within. “You know what Death Eaters did to my family.”

“I won’t be taking the Dark Mark, Longbottom. I’ve already said I’m going to be a supporter of Harry, even if it means pissing off my father and my friends. That’s how much I believe in him,” Draco explained.

“What do you mean a supporter of Harry? Don’t you mean a supporter of Dumbledore?” Seamus asked, confused.

Draco glanced at Harry, and Harry said, “I haven’t told them yet.”

“Told us what?” Seamus asked.

Ron threw himself back down on his bed and groaned again.

Hermione studied Harry’s face and said, “Harry, a quarter of the school already knows. By the end of the day, I’m sure many more will know, as well. Don’t you think they ought to hear it from you first?”

“Hear what?” asked Dean.

Harry glanced at Ron with his Quidditch clothes on, and knew that they were now very late for practice. Explaining his Dark Lord status to his other roommates, would take too much time. “All right,” Harry decided. “We’ll hold a special D.A. meeting tonight and I’ll explain all in detail. You may hear some things from other people today. I’m guessing, there are going to be a lot of rumors floating around. If you want to hear the truth straight from me, than you’ll have to show up at the meeting. I’d explain it now, but I’ve got Quidditch practice and I’m already late.”

Harry turned and went behind his drapery to quickly gather his Quidditch things. Draco and Hermione followed him in. “We’ll need your invisibility cloak to get out of here,” Hermione reminded.

“Of course,” Harry replied, pushing it towards her. Harry felt nervous from all his confessions this morning. He was quickly getting ready, not looking at anyone.

He felt a hand on his arm, and looked up to see Hermione’s proud face. “That was very brave of you.”

He gave her a quick kiss on the nose and said, “Thanks. But I’m feeling a bit insecure right now, because I don’t know how many friends I’m going to have left at the end of the day.”

“Like Dumbledore said, it’s going to take some time for people to adjust,” she soothed, caressing his arm.

“Yeah, guess so,” Harry replied. “You two better get yourselves out of here before they send people searching for you.”

Hermione leaned over and kissed him, sweetly. “We’ll see you later.”

Draco made sure he was hidden behind the curtain as he leaned over to Harry, as well. He, however, took Harry fully in an embrace and kissed his neck. Then he put his lips up to Harry’s ear and whispered, “By the way, I love you, too.”

Harry blushed as Draco pulled away, grinning at his discomfort. Draco threw the cloak over his and Hermione’s heads, and they left. When Harry came out from behind the curtain, he was surprised to see Ron waiting for him.

“You finally ready to go?” Ron asked, impatiently.

Harry grinned. “Yeah.”

OOOOOOOO

Hermione walked partway toward the dungeons with Draco. “You don’t have to go back yet, if you don’t want to. Why don’t you just use the prefects’ room for now?”

Draco shook his head and replied, “No, I need to get this over with. I can’t avoid them forever.” He turned and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll survive. My father has taught me a trick or two about defending myself.”

Hermione still had a worried frown on her face. “I’m not looking forward to all the questions from everyone today. I suppose I’m the one who feels like hiding. I don’t want to have to explain everything fifty times over.”

“If they’re members of the D.A., then tell them they’ll have to wait until the meeting tonight. For anyone else, just tell them you don’t want to talk about it right now,” Draco said.

Hermione put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. Then she said, “Do you have all the answers?”

“Just about,” he teased. “As for hiding away from everyone, well, that might have some fun possibilities.”

“What do you mean?” she grinned, excitedly.

“I was thinking… that since you had such a horrific experience yesterday, Harry and I need to give you a treat to help you forget what happened,” he replied, eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Like what?” Hermione smiled, running her hands over his back while she held him.

“How about, we let you live out any fantasy that you’ve had,” Draco grinned.

“Any?” she pondered.

He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Any.”

Hermione looked around, thinking, “Hmmm...” Then, a huge smiled lit her face, and she laughed. “I know what I want!”

“Tell me,” he urged.

“No, no, I’m not telling. It’s going to be a surprise,” she teased.

“When will you tell me, then?”

“Oh, you’ll know by this afternoon,” she laughed. “I’ve got to take my shower and make my plans. It’s going to be so exciting.”

Draco smiled at her happiness. “All right, love, I’ll wait to hear from you then. Don’t take too long. I’m excited to know what you’re planning.” With one more delicious parting kiss, Hermione was hurrying back to Gryffindor in a good mood. Draco watched her for a few moments, and then turned towards Slytherin with a sigh.

“Just get this over with,” he said to himself as he approached the common room entrance. Filch, and some of the house elves, were trying to fix the portrait hole door Harry had destroyed when he walked up. Filch gave him his signature sour look when Draco walked by. Surprisingly, there was no one in the common room. “Hmm,” Draco grunted. “I wonder where they all went.”

He took out his wand and cautiously made his way up the stairs to the boy’s dorm. He remembered a spell his father had taught him. It would reveal any jinxes or curses placed upon anything. He aimed his wand at his bedroom door and muttered the words of the spell. Apparently, nothing had been placed on the door, so he entered his room and found it empty of his roommates. He had expected his bed to be slashed up, and his belongings to be strewn around the room, but nothing was out of place. He walked to his bed and checked for jinxes or curses around it. There was nothing.

Draco thought, either this was a good sign, or they are planning something much more underhanded. He locked the door and went gratefully into the hot shower.

OOOOOOO

Colin Creevey sat in the Gryffindor stands, watching the Quidditch team practice. Camera in hand, it gave him a good excuse to come to be here. He would snap pictures of all the action shots, and proudly display them on a picture board in the Gryffindor common room. But that was not the real reason he came here every time Gryffindor had the pitch.

His eyes wandered up to where Harry sat on his broom stick above, and he sighed. He had been in love with Harry Potter since his first year here, and any opportunity he could find to be in his presence, he took. He felt as though he would do anything for Harry - anything. He didn’t even mind that Harry had a girlfriend. He knew Harry didn’t think of him as a possible love interest. Nonetheless, Colin knew that someday he would do something to impress Harry and get his attention. Someday, he wouldn’t be a nobody to Harry Potter.

As practice ended, Colin made his way down the long stairs to the ground, pulling his coat tighter around him. It was cold, and the wind seemed to be picking up as a promised snow storm approached. When he reached the bottom, and went outside, he was startled at the sight that met his eyes. A large group of Slytherins were approaching the Gryffindor Quidditch team as they prepared to go into the locker room. The Gryffindors gathered together in surprise and nervousness. They never took their wands onto the pitch, and they felt quite defenseless. Colin pulled out his wand, and ran over to them, standing next to Harry. “Just tell me what you want me to do, Harry.”

Harry glanced sideways at Colin and grinned at his bravery. Did Colin really believe one wand against twenty would be enough? “Just relax, Colin,” Harry said, stepping forward in front of his team. The Slytherin group was headed by Crabbe and Goyle, who now stopped ten paces away from the Gryffindors. The Gryffindors looked at them in question.

Harry’s heart was beating frantically as he waited for their words, or even their actions. He knew that if the Slytherins chose to attack them, he would have to use his power in front of all.

“Potter,” Crabbe called out. “I think you should know that our house is divided. There are those who refuse to go against their parents, and there are those that have decided to support you. We stayed up most of the night discussing this and thinking about Malfoy’s words.”

“What the hell is he talking about?” asked one teammate.

“I’ll tell you later,” Harry replied through the side of his mouth.

“Which group are you?” Harry asked.

Crabbe shook his head. “We’re your supporters, of course. I hope you realize the risk we’re taking here. We just want to say, you better win, Potter. If you don’t, we’ll all be executed as traitors.”

“Bloody hell,” Ron mumbled behind Harry. “This day keeps getting more and more insane.”

Crabbe looked behind him at his housemates and nodded. Then they all went up to Harry, one by one. Harry felt uncomfortable as each Slytherin made a bow and said, “Your servant, my Lord.” Harry’s teammates were too shocked to move, and stood gapping at the spectacle.

When all had done their turn, Crabbe looked at Harry one last time, and said, “Let us know if you need something done.” Then they turned and left the befuddled Gryffindors standing there.

Harry saw their faces and said, “Come to the D.A. meeting tonight, and I’ll explain all. I’m not talking about it until then.” His teammates slowly turned towards the locker rooms, giving him confused glances. Ron stayed where he was, and said, “Since I already know about the Dark Lord thing, perhaps you can at least tell me, why the bloody Slytherins are bowing to you. Did you tell them?”

Harry sighed. “Come on, I’ll tell you inside.” They began to go into the locker room, when Hedwig came swooping down to land on Harry’s shoulder. “Hey, Hedwig, what do you have there?” Harry took the rolled parchment from her leg and opened it up. It said:

Dear Harry,

Please meet me in the Room of Requirement at 2:30 p.m. today.
You will find a table there with further instructions on it. Do not be late!

Love, Hermione

Harry smiled, tucking the note into his robes, wondering what she had planned for them.

OOOOOOO

Harry was actually relieved that he was going to be spending the afternoon in the Room of Requirement, as it gave him an escape from all the questions and stares being directed his way. As he approached the room, he saw Draco coming from the opposite direction. Draco had a grin on his face as he approached. “I heard what happened. I told you, it was a good idea to tell them.”

“But, if it wasn’t for you, they would have never chosen me. It’s your opinion they respect. They’ve always admired you,” Harry replied, tangling Draco’s hair in his hand and pulling him in for a kiss. When they broke the kiss, Harry said, “Besides, I don’t even think it was half of your house.”

“Many are wavering on the border, Harry. I think you’ll be getting more, once they considering it further,” Draco assured. He was very pleased with how it went, although, he could already see the rift forming in Slytherin House as the two opposing sides began to solidify. “Your show of power last night turned out to be a good thing. They’ve now had a taste of what you could do.”

“Let’s just forget about all that right now. Its 2:31, and you know, she warned me against being late,” Harry laughed. They opened the door to the Room of Requirement and smiled in delight. Hermione had transformed the whole room into a tropical jungle, complete with colorful birds and butterflies flying around. The foliage was so thick, they could not see Hermione yet. “What’s this all about?” Harry wondered, gazing around at the beautiful setting.

“I told her she could have any fantasy she wanted,” Draco explained. They made their way to a small table next to the door and read the parchment lying on it. It said:

‘Please put these on, and nothing else. Then bring the items on the table to me.’

The parchment had been lying on a small box, which Harry now opened. He pulled out two men’s G-strings, one with a leopard print and one with a zebra print. “Oh, she’s got to be kidding!” Harry exclaimed, holding up the skimpy garments. “Is she trying to humiliate us?”

Draco grabbed the leopard print G-string out of Harry’s hand and said, “Oh, come on, Harry. It’s her fantasy. Just do it.”

“Why do I have to be the zebra?” Harry asked, trying to snatch back the leopard print.

“Too bad, you took too long to decide,” laughed Draco.

They took off their clothes and put the G-strings on. Harry looked down at his bulging zebra and said, “I feel ridiculous.”

“This is how it works, Harry,” Draco explained. “We give her the fantasy she wants right now, and then she owes us one back. We’ll have our chance to make her do our naughty little bidding.”

Harry smiled at that thought. “I suppose if you think of it that way…” And they both laughed.

They looked at the items on the table and noticed there was a rose and some chocolate in a small basket with a handle. “I’ve got an idea,” said Draco. “She wants us to be animals, so let’s be animals.” He put the rose stem in his mouth and got down on all fours.

“You’re mad, you know that. It’s bad enough having to wear this thing. Now I have to crawl?” Harry complained.

Draco rolled his eyes at him and took the rose from his mouth, saying, “You want to please our princess, don’t you? Just forget your pride for a few hours, and give her a time to remember.”

Harry sighed and grabbed the basket of chocolate. He put the handle in his mouth and got on all fours, glaring at Draco.

“That’s a good little zebra,” laughed Draco, before he stuck the rose stem back in his mouth.

Harry slapped him hard on the arse, which only made him laugh more. “Shhh…” Draco said, “get serious.” He crawled off into the jungle to find Hermione, with Harry crawling behind him. They followed a jungle trail through the hanging vines and tropical plants, until they saw Hermione lying in a hammock tied between two trees.

They looked at her beauty, and suddenly felt this fantasy was not silly at all. She was topless, and wore only a filmy floral fabric, which was knotted at her hip and served as a sort of skirt. One of her legs was bent and exposed out of the slit of the skirt. Her long hair fanned out around her and she wore a beautiful orchid behind one ear. She looked like a goddess, and their position on their hands and knees suddenly felt very appropriate.

Hermione turned her face towards them, giving them a sultry smile as her tongue wet her bottom lip. She put out a lazy arm towards them and curled one finger up in the ‘come hither’ sign.

The boys swallowed their excitement, as their pulses accelerated and their arousals grew. They slowly crawled their way toward her, mimicking her slow, sensual movements. Draco’s face reached the edge of the hammock, and she took the rose from him. Then she bent and gave him a slow, lingering kiss, their tongues lost in sensual delight. She broke the kiss and pointed at a small stool near the foot of the hammock and he made his way to it and sat down.

Harry came next, with his basket of chocolates, and she took it and gave him a delicious kiss, as well. When she backed away, she took one of the chocolates and popped it in his mouth. Then she pointed to the stool on the other side, opposite Draco’s.

They looked at her, waiting on their stools, for what she wanted next. Hermione took the rose and trailed the flower over and around her breasts, as if it were a paintbrush. Her nipples grew very excited when the soft petals passed over them, and the boys felt their own mouths watering as they watched her peaks stiffen.

Did she want to tease them, Harry wondered. She’s doing a good job. But, then Hermione held out a bottle toward them and said, softly, “I would like my feet massaged.”

Draco and Harry looked at each other and shrugged. O.k., well it was her fantasy, they thought. If that’s what she wants, then why not?

They each poured some massage oil in their hands, and took a foot. Hermione sighed and moaned with pleasure as the boys kneaded and rubbed her feet, pulled on her toes, and massaged her ankles. Her eyes were closed and she was biting on her bottom lip, appearing almost orgasmic at their ministrations. Harry and Draco glanced at each other again, amazed that a simple foot massage could cause her so much pleasure. When Draco tried to massage his way up her leg, she smacked his hand with the rose, and said, “No, feet only, for now.”

She nibbled a few more chocolates and looked as if she had just had the best sex in the world.

After a long while, she said, “You can stop.” Then she smiled at them. “Now, I want you both to do something for me. Do you promise to do it?”

They were both hoping that it had something to do with their cocks - as they were both horny as hell at this point. They nodded their heads and waited for her orders.

“I want you to make love to each other,” she requested with a dreamy expression.

They both smiled. No problem there! They knew that she enjoyed watching them fuck, and they enjoyed it, too. They stood up and Draco lifted his eyebrows at Harry, making him laugh.

“Right there,” she pointed to a spot on the jungle floor.

Harry walked to Draco, pulling him roughly to his body, devouring his mouth in a needy kiss, until he heard, “No, no, no!”

They both looked, confused, at Hermione.

“I didn’t say fuck! I said make love. I want it slow and sweet.”

Now, this they had never done before, and they looked at Hermione in surprise. “Uh… Hermione, what do you mean?” Harry asked.

“You both are always so tender with me, but you’re rough with each other. I want to see you be tender to each other for once,” she clarified.

“Love, we enjoy it rough with each other,” Draco replied. “We get the best of both worlds, you for the tender, and each other for the rough stuff.”

“You promised….” She reminded them. When they continued to look confused, she held out the massage oil. “Why don’t you start by massaging each other? And do it in a way that will turn me on. I want you two to make me so wet with needing you.”

Draco took the oil, leaning over to whisper in Harry’s ear. “Just keep thinking about the payback. We’ll get her for this,” he grinned.

Harry grinned back and whispered, “Revenge will be ever so sweet.”

OOOOOOO

Ah! This chapter was getting long, had to stop. Don’t worry, you’ll get to read about Draco and Harry’s hot little jungle show for Hermione next time. Lot’s of smutty fun there.

To the guys out there: In case you didn’t know, the way to a woman’s heart is through her feet! LOL

There was so much to put into this chapter, it turned out to be more than I thought.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know… Ciao