The Apartment

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Harry managed to yell at Ginny for close to an hour before he finally got so frustrated that he walked away, chucking the damned wedding ring at her forehead. It wasn’t the most mature thing he had ever done in his life, but it sort of felt good to throw something at her for a change.

He was out right pissed that Ginny would attack Hermione like that, especially so publicly. He couldn’t understand where the sweet girl he married vanished to and the bitch of the west took her place.

Harry sighed and left the Ministry, the less time he spent there, meant the more time he could look for Hermione. He had discovered once his hearing was over that Lucius Malfoy had also attacked her. Draco had told his father to get lost but the argument turned out just as ugly as his and Ginnys did.

He reached the apartment to find Draco already there, perched on the sofa with a distanced look in his eyes.

“Is she here?” Harry asked as he walked closer.

“Don’t know. I haven’t seen her but her door is locked and I can’t seem to find the right charm to open it.

Harry nodded and plopped down on the couch next to him.

“It got ugly, didn’t it.”

“Very… and can you believe that thing I was married to actually called Hermione ugly? I mean, sweet Merlin, you would think she had never looked at herself in the mirror..”

Harry chuckled, “Yeah, I didn’t quite understand that one.”

Both men sat in silence for a few minutes, both replaying the day over in their minds. It was brutal. There was no fluffy little tid bits to consider, it was flat out ugly an thanks to the Ministry’s policy, their dirty laundry would be aired all over the wizarding world and Hermione would be made to look like a harlot that wrecked two marriages.

“So what now?” Draco finally asked, “How do we keep this thing from blowing up in our faces?”

Harry sighed, “We cant. We can threaten every reported that was there but it wont matter because there were others there as well. Most have probably owled everyone they know, telling about everything they learned today.”

“But Hermione is going to come out looking really bad in this and she had nothing to do with it.”

Harry smirked, he knew he shouldn’t at a time like this but this was just too perfect, “I think you have a sweet spot for her.”

Draco had the decency to look offended, but after a few minutes of silence he answered, “She kind of grows on you after a bit of time.”

Harry nodded, he knew that way to well. He had secretly harbored feelings for his best friend for years but fates always seemed to get in the way and in the end, they married two different people.

“Yeah, she does.” Harry sighed back, “I’ve loved her for years actually.”

Draco chuckled and threw his head back on the couch, “Quick question for you Potter. Why in the hell do you think I actually agreed to live with two Gryffindorks?”

Harry furrowed his brow, “You were desperate to get away from your wife?”

“You would assume me to be that simple.” He chuckled, “Take another guess.”

“Uh, you secretly crushed on the boy-you-loved-to-annoy?” he replied playfully.

Draco frowned at Harrys answer, “That’s half of it.”

Harry raised both eyebrows and sat up quickly, the jerky movement made his saliva go down the wrong pipe and he started to choke.

“Come now, Potter, I’m not that bad” Draco said while he slapped Harrys back, trying to help clear the pipe.

“Are you serious?” Harry finally sputtered out.

“Yes, but like I said, that was only half of it.”

“Let me guess, now you are going to say Hermione is the other half.”

Draco didn’t answer but continued to look at the fire.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Harry said in a loud voice, “You agreed so you could stay here with us.”

Draco just shrugged, “That about sums it up.”

Harry didn’t freak out like Draco expected. He may have been shocked but he didn’t hex him to next year. Both men once again found themselves in silence where they remained for almost twenty minutes.

“How long?” Harry finally asked, coming to terms with what Draco had just announced.

“Fifth year for Hermione, sixth for you.”

Harry sighed, “I never would have thought.”

“Well, why would you? I was mean, arrogant, and had a reputation to uphold for the sake of my family name.” Draco answered, “But it doesn’t mean it wasn’t there… I was just good at hiding things.”

“But Potter, Don’t worry about it to much. I don’t plan on attacking you in your sleep or anything, I know you like women.”

Harry squirmed a bit, Draco wasn’t entirely correct in that, hell, if he knew what he and Cedric had done in forth year he would probably have a fit.

“I’m Bi, Draco.” Harry finally said, “Learned that in forth year.”

“Wha??? Who??” Draco sputtered

“Cedric Diggory” he answered shortly

“You mean… you’ve actually done it before.. with another guy?”

“Yep, six times actually but I was so picky when it came to that, that I haven’t done it again.”

Draco wanted to half jump for joy, but the part where Harry said he was picky bugged him. He had never been nice to Harry until the last few weeks and wasn’t so sure Harry would even consider trying something with him. Oh well, it was worth a shot.

“Well, what about me?” Draco asked.

Harry glanced over to the blond he was sitting next to and shrugged, “Never really thought about it.”

Draco scooted closer to Harry, watching for a wand. He would back off quickly if Harry looked like he would hex or kill him.

“Can I try something?” Draco asked, still moving closer.

Harry sucked in a deep breath. Yes or no? Draco or no Draco?

He nodded his approval and a second later, Draco’s mouth was covering his. The kiss was light and slow, both testing the waters before trying to make things more heated. Harry couldn’t help but feel… odd, but the kiss did feel good.

Harry continued with the light kissing for a few minutes longer before growing a bit braver and deepening the kiss. Draco responded immediately and before long, the simple test kiss had turned into something more…demanding, more heated and rushed.

Harry didn’t know when it happened but he found himself on Draco’s lap. His hands were moving over the blondes chest, Draco’s hands were on Harrys ass, pulling him closer and the kiss had not yet stopped.

“Oh my god!!” A small voice said from the side of the room.

Both pulled away quickly and spotted Hermione watching them, mouth wide open, and look of complete shock on her face.

“I-I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Was all she said before disappearing from the house with a pop.

Oooooooooo

Ron watched as Hermione paced his living room like a caged animal. He had been in the process of getting ready for bed when she suddenly appeared in his living room, white as a ghost and mumbling incoherently to herself.

He had been married to her long enough to know what to do, so he stood, grabbed her by the shoulders and led her to the couch, pulling her into his lap.

“Calm down and tell me what is going on.” He stated as he rubbed her back, trying his best to calm her a bit.

“I’m having a bad day.” She replied with a shaky voice, “A really bad day.”

“Tell me about it.” He said

Hermione nodded into his neck, her tears finally reaching his skin. Their marriage would have never worked out but Ron was still a friend and smelling his familiar smell and feeling his familiar hands attempting to sooth her was something she really, really needed right now.

“Draco and Harry wanted me to be at their hearings.” She started out, “So I went, trying to be supportive.”

Ron nodded

“Well, first Draco’s ugly wife called me an ugly bitch, then Draco’s father told me I was too plain for his son… then Ginny yelled saying you wanted out of the marriage because you weren’t attracted to me.” She paused for a minute to take a breath, “I didn’t believe them, not really anyway, but then… then I think I really must be because I’ve managed to turn my roommates gay.”

Ron froze for a minute then laughed.

“You did not turn Harry Gay, I can assure you.”

“I must have.” She replied with a sob, “I walked in on Harry and Draco practically humping on the couch.”

Ron was slightly grossed out about Malfoy but none the less, he had to tell her what he knew.

“Hermione, Harry is Bi and has been for years… I promise that you did not turn him gay.”

She pulled her head up so fast she almost hit Ron in the cheek.

“How long?” She asked in shock.

“4th year. I walked in on Harry and Cedric… well, past the point of humping on the couch. I was mortified at first but I go over it within a few days.”

Hermione nodded but was still in shock, “Can – can I stay here tonight? I will stay out of your way I promise… I just can’t go back there tonight.”

“Of course you can. Take my bed, I’ll stay on the couch.”

Hermione gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and went upstairs. She was exhausted and all she really wanted to do was go to sleep and act like today never happened.

Ooooooooooo

Four hours of searching and Harry and Draco came up empty handed. The looked everywhere they could think of and finally decided to go back to the apartment and wait.

When they reached the door, they found an angry owl waiting for them, miffed that it couldn’t find them or get inside their place.

Harry reached down to take the letter. The owl nipped him for good measure once the letter was removed and flew away, leaving a large area of owl droppings for spite.

Harry,

Hermione is staying at my place for the night… she thinks she turned you and Draco gay because of her looks or something. Just thought you would like to know.

Ron

Harry groaned and handed the letter to Draco.

“Shit” was all he said as they walked inside.