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Chapter Seven


Hermione made her way out of the courtroom the same way she had walked in—with cool efficiency, hard determination, and with confidence that was shredded into ribbons thanks in part to a potion master that had managed to give her the best and only orgasm of her young life followed quickly by making her feel she had all the sensuality of a slug because he called her a dead woman’s name.


“You looked like you lost.” She looked over to see Fred Weasley standing there waiting for her. “Are they going through with your plan?”


She nodded, as she walked over to him. “They’ll be in Azkaban for three months while all the magical items are removed from their many properties. True, they negated my idea about the house elves, but they did like the idea of sensitives that are independent contractors going through the houses to find the items. If necessary, they will destroy the homes and they will have to rebuild at their own expense, of course, and under strict supervision. All two of the men and one woman that are a part of the program don’t like it in the least, but they’re too relieved not to have to live out the rest of their lives in prison to care.”


“Then why are you looking so down?” he asked, lifting her face up. “I know just the thing to brighten your day!”


They ended up going over to the WWW store. Along with George they ended up brain storming over a potion idea to use during truth and dare.


“You see, it doesn’t work unless you want it to,” George said casually. “That way if you have a deep, dark…”


“Very personal secret,” Fred went on. “You have the option to keep it to yourself.”


Hermione frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. I can do that now. Anyone can. It’s called free choice.”


The twins frowned, looking a little disheartened.


“Truth serums are a tricky thing as well,” she told them. “Veritaserum is a controlled substance, as would anything you could come up with like that.” Worrying her lower lip, she murmured, “You might think about a potion that makes a person giggle or cluck like a chicken if they try to lie.”


They looked to each other and back to her, sandwiching her between them and kissing her head.


“You’re a genius!” they exclaimed, making her laugh as they bounced her back and forth.


“Stop it!” she said, laughing for the first time that day.


Feeling lighter of heart, she left to go to Hogwarts, but ended up going over to the Leaky Caldron. Getting the special of the day along with several fire whiskeys, Hermione sat in one of the darkest corners of the establishment. She was allowing the melancholy to get the better of her, she thought, but then again it wasn’t everyday one had their best sexual experience totally wrecked.


“I saw your legs from across the room and I thought, there’s a bird I have to meet,” drawled the man who leaned into her, his breath so potent that it could burn hair.


“Go away,” she told him. “Now.”


“That’s no way…” A hand grabbed the man by his shoulder, yanking him back, and she heard a heavy thud of fist meeting face. Wincing she looked over to see Draco standing over the man. “Hey! That wasn’t necessary!”


“But it was,” Draco hissed. “Sober up and stop to think before you impose yourself on someone who clearly doesn’t want the company.” Hermione set her drink aside when Draco went over to her and offered his arm to her. “Let’s go.”


Hermione shrunk her paperwork and put it into her purse before taking his arm. She walked out of the pub with her head held high. She didn’t know where he was taking her, but soon found herself being walked into an exclusive wizarding restaurant. Draco pulled out her chair for her. Letting out a sigh, she waited as he sat down across from her and took the menu from the waiter standing patiently.


“We will have the top shelf Ogden’s Finest to start,” Draco murmured, looking towards the waiter. “But give us a few moments first, would you?”


“Of course, Mr. Malfoy,” he murmured and went on his way.


Draco looked over to Hermione. “Are you going to tell me what has you so upset or am I going to have to guess?”


She sighed heavily. “It’s stupid and utterly female.” But she took a deep breath and plunged in. “Severus Snape.” His eyes went wide. “Yes, I thought you would have that reaction, that’s why I just said his name at first. But there’s more, he and I didn’t have sex, but he gave me my first orgasm.”


“That’s a good thing,” he replied.


“It was an awesome thing,” she murmured. “And then he promptly called me ‘Lilly’, telling me all about how he dreamt of that moment.”


He cringed. “Ouch.”


“Ouch in deed,” she said sarcastically. “It was bad enough when Ron made me feel less than feminine after the one and only time we were ever together, but this—I don’t know how to feel about this.” She thanked the waiter when he brought over the two drinks for them. Once the waiter was gone, she said, “Part of me knows that none of this is about me. He has issues. Merlin knows the man has issues, but…”


“Stop,” he said quietly. “You’re correct. My godfather has issues. But whatever those issues are, they aren’t your fault.”


Hermione smiled slowly at that. “You speak emotions very well.”


“Thank you.”


“And you are so very gay, aren’t you?”


Nodding he answered, “Very.”


Lifting up her glass. “Here’s to finding the perfect man, because something tells me we both need the help.”


Laughing he tapped his glass to hers. “I think you’ve found yours. He just needs help losing the luggage.”


“And how pray tell, do I assist him with this task?” she inquired, sounding low. “He’s carried it for decades after all.”


“You’ve already started,” he replied, looking away from her.


Hermione looked over to see a dark storm cloud known as Severus Snape charging over to their table, looking more than ready to peel the skin off of anyone who got in his way.


“Draco,” Severus said in a tight voice, turning towards Hermione. “Miss Granger.”


His tone was like sharp ice crystals biting into her flesh. It had her back up in an instant as her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Really, Severus, given where your mouth was on my person last evening, I would think you would call me by my given name.”


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