At Night You Belong to Me

Chapter Three


It had made the front page of the Daily Prophet. Hermione sat in her flat, staring at the picture of Charlie and his bride as well as Bill and his. It had been a last minute ceremony. She hadn’t been invited, but then neither had the majority of their family. Molly had flooed her in a rage, asking if she had known about it. She answered honestly and said that it had come as a shock to her as well. Ginny was the next to floo her, saying that she had been at the wedding as she had set them up in the first place. She was positively beaming as she stood there. She was so smug about it that Hermione nearly pulled back her fist and planted it in her smile.


She didn’t. Mores the pity she thought as she poured herself another fire whiskey. Hermione was becoming steadily drunker, feeling the anger with every sip increase. Ginny also told her that she had come to the conclusion that she wasn’t gay and as such wanted Harry back.


It was then that Hermione did slam her fist into her face. As a result she most thoroughly broke her nose and took out at least three of her caps. Ginny went running the moment Hermione grabbed a hold of the red head’s wand and broke it in two.


Harry found her sitting in the dark, a fire whiskey in her hand, and anger simmering behind her eyes. He grabbed a towel, wetting it and coming back. Carefully he washed her knuckles free of Ginny’s blood.


“Hermione, are you okay?” he asked quietly.


“I’m having a bad day,” she whispered, taking a sip of her drink. “Charlie and Bill got married, did you hear?”


He nodded. “Ginny told me.”


“Fucking twat,” she whispered harshly. “She couldn’t wait to tell me that she was the one that set them all up.” She finished off her drink. “She fucking hates me. I don’t blame her. I fucking hate her too. Now.”


“Why does she hate you?” he asked her.


“Who knows? It started when we were still in school. She’s no better than a squib, you know?”


He nodded.


“Anyway, she wanted me to tutor her. It didn’t work out well. I asked a Ravenclaw to take over tutoring her that maybe she would have a better time of it.” She looked at her empty glass. “I did it to keep the peace and I just made her angry that she thought I was under the impression she wasn’t worth my time. It went from there.” She got up and went over to where the Old Ogdin’s was sitting. She uncorked the bottle. “Ginny must have found out about Charlie, Bill, and I. She would never have bothered with setting them up otherwise.”

He blinked in shock. “You and Bill and Charlie…”


She rolled her eyes. “What’s so shocking, Harry? I am not the virgin saint of Gryffindor!” She poured her drink. “I am very discrete in my partnerships.” Hermione looked over to him. “I also go into heat once a month, which doesn’t help, but it is nothing that I cannot deal with.”


“But the two of them?” he asked.


“It happened,” she whispered. “And now it’s not.” She sipped on her liquor, feeling the burn going down her throat. “But I thought they respected me more than this. I guess I just was taking care of their needs. A hole to be filled.” She sipped on her drink, looking over to him. “Why are you here? Did she go running to you and tell her what a big, bad, bitch I was?”


Harry stood up, taking the drink from her and went straight over to the sink with it. She fell back onto the sofa, throwing her arm over her eyes. He came back into the room, watching her from the kitchen doorway.


She had laid out on the lounge, her arm over her face. He walked over to her and lifted her feet to sit down with them in his lap. “Why did you beat her up?”


“Do you really care?” she asked, sounding tired.


“Why are you so resigned to not defending yourself?” he inquired.


“Because this is Ginny Weasley we are talking about,” she said, sounding bitter. “Everyone believes her.”


“I would believe anything you would have to say before I would believe her,” he told her.


She lifted her arm off of her eyes and looked into his serious green eyes watching her intently. “She constantly cheated on you.”


“I know.”


“She was never a lesbian.”


“Ginny told me that she said that just to cheese off her mother when Mrs. Weasley was pressuring her into marrying me,” he murmured, as he took off her shoes.


“Ron wasn’t my first.”


He smiled devilishly, as he looked over to her. “I was.”


She nodded. But then worried her lower lip before saying, “I wanted to sow my wild oats.”


“Are they sown?” he asked her, massaging her feet.


She hummed in pleasure at the feel of his fingers digging into the sore muscles of her feet and calves. Harry pulled her body up so that she was sitting in his lap and kissed her mouth hungrily. She combed her fingers through his wild hair. His arms went tightly around her, yanking her shirt off. Hermione yanked off his shirt and was fighting to take off her own bra.


“No more games,” he growled, not bothering to take off her bra, but lowered the cups and lifted them to his mouth. “Mine.”


Gasping she lifted his mouth to her own again, nipping at his lips. “I didn’t think you would want me again.”


“Yes,” he muttered, against her mouth. “Always.”


“Oh Harry,” she sobbed. “I’m an idiot.”


His arms went around her, kissing away the tears as he whispered, “Did you think I wouldn’t know? I knew, my sweet. I knew it was you.”


“You did?” she inquired, speculation heavy in her voice.


He smiled “So not until you let me touch you, but I was nearly sure the moment I sucked your luscious tits.”


She smiled shyly. “I have luscious tits?”


“Hmm, yes,” he murmured. “Luscious and ripe and all mine.”


***


Charlie and Bill arrived at Hermione’s flat only to find that she had stopped renting it the month before. There was a new tenant and the manager did not have a forwarding address. They had met the women that Ginny had set them up with and they had fun. They turned out that not only were they on a team called the Harpies, but also were themselves harpies. They had married them on a whim when they had been completely pissed.


The two were in the middle of getting annulments, but they wanted to let Hermione know that it had been a mistake. Trouble was that they couldn’t find her. They had gone straight to the Burrow, but she wasn’t there. Ginny was looking as if she had been beaten up. Next they checked with Ron, who hadn’t heard from either Hermione or from Harry in just over a month.


Remus was next. He was feeding his son as Tonks was taking a nap. He welcomed them in and took Teddy over for a short nap. He came back over.


“What can I do for you two?” he asked. “Can I get you something to drink? Tea?”


“No thank you,” Bill said. “But you can tell us if you know where Hermione and Harry are.”


His brows arched. “Why would you care?”


“We’re looking for Hermione,” Charlie told him.


Remus was silent for a time before he said, “They aren’t in England.”


“What?” Bill demanded. “Where are they?”


He shrugged. “Harry asked me to take care of collecting their mail, but I sent it via a bird that couldn’t be traced. They wanted no one to know where they went.”


“Are they coming back?” Charlie asked him.


Again Remus shrugged. “I don’t know. I suppose we’ll find out when we see them.”


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