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The Apartment
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
16,486
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37
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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“MALFOY – GET THE HELL IN HERE YOU GIT!!” Yelled Hermione.
Moving day had been going pleasantly so far but Draco just had to screw it up.
“Stop squawking, Granger. What the hell is the problem?” Draco asked as he walked into one of the large bedrooms.
“My stuff was in this room and now its not. Coincidentally, your belonging have replaced mine and I would like to know why?”
Draco smirked, he had been expecting this.
“I wanted this room Granger, It is more suited for my things… matches the carpet and such.”
“Not the point! You can’t just take my room.”
“I can and have.” He stated before giving a final smirk and leaving the room.
Evil is the word she would now describe Malfoy as. She had hoped he had changed and by some outer appearances he had but this was just…just rude. She resigned herself to let Malfoy have the room. She was too tired to start a war with the blond who sleeps with Ogres but that didn’t mean she couldn’t play dirty as well. She walked to the door, flicked her wand and walked out with a smirk to rival his.
It only took twenty minutes before Draco started yelling for Hermione. He imagined she would do something to get revenge but turning his lovely forest green carpet pink was going too far. He then noticed the doilies and the purple daisy colored curtains and at that point he was out for revenge as well.
He stormed out of the room, fully intending to give her a firm talking to about why Malfoy men don’t do pink, doilies or daisy’s but a voice stopped him in his tracks.
“I want to speak with my Draco.” The voice whined
“Look lady, er whatever you are. I have no idea how you got here but your Draco isn’t here.”
“I know he is. I placed a spell on him when he wasn’t looking and connected myself to him.”
Hermione wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or yell at the ugly woman. She couldn’t imagine Draco ever, ever talking to this girl much less sleeping with her. But one thing was for sure, IT had figured out a way here and was able to get past the wards, she didn’t like Draco but she didn’t want this thing coming in, in the middle of the night and scaring her half to death. Poor Harry would probably Avada her on accident if she accidentally made her way into his room.
“Look, er…”- What the hell did Draco call her, Broomhilda or something like that?
“Look lady, If Draco wanted you here he would have invited you. This is private property and you need to leave.”
Draco’s wife let out a laugh, “I see what id going on here. You want him for yourself.”
She and Draco? Draco and she? Was she nuts?
“I do not want Draco, I –“
“Yes you do. I can see it in your eyes. Draco is my husband and he would never want a skinny, mousy little thing like you.”
Skinny? Mousy? All right, no more misses nice witch.
Draco was amused, completely, utterly amused. The Gryffindor bookworm was attempting to handle IT, and IT, had no idea who she was messing with. Skinny? Mousy? … This was getting good.
“That’s funny.” Hermione said with a laugh, “But it seems as if he does like skinny and mousy because he is with me and not you, so why don’t you leave and crawl back into whatever radioactive cave you came from.”
“My husband would never!”
“He would and has” Hermione yelled, “now leave before I hex you into a million pieces.”
“My father will hear about this.” IT, stated, before walking out and disappearing with a pop.
Hermione sighed, now she would have to bleach her mouth out for saying she was doing anything with Draco.
“Well played.” Dracos voice said as he walked into the room.
She groaned, he had to have heard her.
“So, skinny mouse, you and me, huh?”
“I think not, Malfoy.” Hermione snorted, “And what did you say her name was again? Broomhilda?”
Draco laughed, “You obviously were not paying attention. I said I wanted to hit her with a broom handle, not Broomhilda.”
Hermione laughed, “That’s just wrong.”
Ooooooooooooooo
Later that night, everyone was unpacked and ready to move on with things. Harry and Hermione could be found in the living room, curled up together on the couch in front of the fire discussing Ginny.
“So she actually threw stuff at you?”
“Yeah, at least twice a month.” He replied with a laugh, “Am I in the right spot?”
“Just a little lower, I think I actually have a knot back there.”
Harry continued to rub her back, she had been complaining about a sore spot for the last twenty minutes.
“So did you both get tested? I mean, maybe Ginny was the one who couldn’t make children.”
“I got myself tested and was told I was fine. Ginny actually refused saying she was a Weasley by blood and there was no way she was the problem.”
Hermione let out a sigh, “Where did we go wrong? I was supposed to be married to Ron forever and it seemed like you were always meant to be with Ginny… When did things go wrong?”
“When we let other people convince us of what we were supposed to do. Think about it, I mean really think. You and Ron had nothing in common, but ended up married because that is what everyone always said. I ended up with Ginny because people assumed that was what was going to happen, but in the scheme of things… it never seemed right.”
“And Malfoy? I actually met his wife today and I cant for the life of me figure out how he managed to sleep with her, I always imagined he would end up with some blond ditz not a second cousin to a house elf.”
“That bad?”
Hermione actually shuttered, “Imagine Filch in a dress and fat.”
“Uhh, now I’m going to have nightmares.”
The pair continued to talk for the next few hours, going over their plans for starting over. They eventually fell asleep, curled on the couch together and that was how Draco found them.
He looked down and noticed how small she looked lying on Potters chest, one hand tucked somewhere beneath them and the other on Harry’s chest. Harry had an arm flung over his eyes and the other on her back. They both looked peaceful, painfully close and he couldn’t help but wish he had someone he could talk to and be so at ease with. He summoned a blanket and threw it over them, his way of thanking Hermione for getting rid of his wife earlier that day, and left for his room.
“MALFOY – GET THE HELL IN HERE YOU GIT!!” Yelled Hermione.
Moving day had been going pleasantly so far but Draco just had to screw it up.
“Stop squawking, Granger. What the hell is the problem?” Draco asked as he walked into one of the large bedrooms.
“My stuff was in this room and now its not. Coincidentally, your belonging have replaced mine and I would like to know why?”
Draco smirked, he had been expecting this.
“I wanted this room Granger, It is more suited for my things… matches the carpet and such.”
“Not the point! You can’t just take my room.”
“I can and have.” He stated before giving a final smirk and leaving the room.
Evil is the word she would now describe Malfoy as. She had hoped he had changed and by some outer appearances he had but this was just…just rude. She resigned herself to let Malfoy have the room. She was too tired to start a war with the blond who sleeps with Ogres but that didn’t mean she couldn’t play dirty as well. She walked to the door, flicked her wand and walked out with a smirk to rival his.
It only took twenty minutes before Draco started yelling for Hermione. He imagined she would do something to get revenge but turning his lovely forest green carpet pink was going too far. He then noticed the doilies and the purple daisy colored curtains and at that point he was out for revenge as well.
He stormed out of the room, fully intending to give her a firm talking to about why Malfoy men don’t do pink, doilies or daisy’s but a voice stopped him in his tracks.
“I want to speak with my Draco.” The voice whined
“Look lady, er whatever you are. I have no idea how you got here but your Draco isn’t here.”
“I know he is. I placed a spell on him when he wasn’t looking and connected myself to him.”
Hermione wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or yell at the ugly woman. She couldn’t imagine Draco ever, ever talking to this girl much less sleeping with her. But one thing was for sure, IT had figured out a way here and was able to get past the wards, she didn’t like Draco but she didn’t want this thing coming in, in the middle of the night and scaring her half to death. Poor Harry would probably Avada her on accident if she accidentally made her way into his room.
“Look, er…”- What the hell did Draco call her, Broomhilda or something like that?
“Look lady, If Draco wanted you here he would have invited you. This is private property and you need to leave.”
Draco’s wife let out a laugh, “I see what id going on here. You want him for yourself.”
She and Draco? Draco and she? Was she nuts?
“I do not want Draco, I –“
“Yes you do. I can see it in your eyes. Draco is my husband and he would never want a skinny, mousy little thing like you.”
Skinny? Mousy? All right, no more misses nice witch.
Draco was amused, completely, utterly amused. The Gryffindor bookworm was attempting to handle IT, and IT, had no idea who she was messing with. Skinny? Mousy? … This was getting good.
“That’s funny.” Hermione said with a laugh, “But it seems as if he does like skinny and mousy because he is with me and not you, so why don’t you leave and crawl back into whatever radioactive cave you came from.”
“My husband would never!”
“He would and has” Hermione yelled, “now leave before I hex you into a million pieces.”
“My father will hear about this.” IT, stated, before walking out and disappearing with a pop.
Hermione sighed, now she would have to bleach her mouth out for saying she was doing anything with Draco.
“Well played.” Dracos voice said as he walked into the room.
She groaned, he had to have heard her.
“So, skinny mouse, you and me, huh?”
“I think not, Malfoy.” Hermione snorted, “And what did you say her name was again? Broomhilda?”
Draco laughed, “You obviously were not paying attention. I said I wanted to hit her with a broom handle, not Broomhilda.”
Hermione laughed, “That’s just wrong.”
Ooooooooooooooo
Later that night, everyone was unpacked and ready to move on with things. Harry and Hermione could be found in the living room, curled up together on the couch in front of the fire discussing Ginny.
“So she actually threw stuff at you?”
“Yeah, at least twice a month.” He replied with a laugh, “Am I in the right spot?”
“Just a little lower, I think I actually have a knot back there.”
Harry continued to rub her back, she had been complaining about a sore spot for the last twenty minutes.
“So did you both get tested? I mean, maybe Ginny was the one who couldn’t make children.”
“I got myself tested and was told I was fine. Ginny actually refused saying she was a Weasley by blood and there was no way she was the problem.”
Hermione let out a sigh, “Where did we go wrong? I was supposed to be married to Ron forever and it seemed like you were always meant to be with Ginny… When did things go wrong?”
“When we let other people convince us of what we were supposed to do. Think about it, I mean really think. You and Ron had nothing in common, but ended up married because that is what everyone always said. I ended up with Ginny because people assumed that was what was going to happen, but in the scheme of things… it never seemed right.”
“And Malfoy? I actually met his wife today and I cant for the life of me figure out how he managed to sleep with her, I always imagined he would end up with some blond ditz not a second cousin to a house elf.”
“That bad?”
Hermione actually shuttered, “Imagine Filch in a dress and fat.”
“Uhh, now I’m going to have nightmares.”
The pair continued to talk for the next few hours, going over their plans for starting over. They eventually fell asleep, curled on the couch together and that was how Draco found them.
He looked down and noticed how small she looked lying on Potters chest, one hand tucked somewhere beneath them and the other on Harry’s chest. Harry had an arm flung over his eyes and the other on her back. They both looked peaceful, painfully close and he couldn’t help but wish he had someone he could talk to and be so at ease with. He summoned a blanket and threw it over them, his way of thanking Hermione for getting rid of his wife earlier that day, and left for his room.