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Insatiable	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36900 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Hi guys! After leaving that cliffhanger, I knew I had to get the next chapter up quickly, so I’ve been writing whenever possible to get this done for you. I will apologise in advance that it does get a bit dark, but there is a method to my madness, so please stay with me.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed on the last chapter. You are all so great and leave such nice words. Thanks Billy Green for saying that you love my writing style. One of the reasons that I like fanfiction so much is that you don’t have to bother with long, boring drawn out descriptions of characters because everyone already has an idea in their head of what they look like, and I feel like that makes it easier to just jump straight into the story.
Hope you all enjoy this one. 😊
Chapter 11
‘Fifty vials?’
‘At twice the price, if we can deliver them today.’
‘Today?!’
‘Charlie,’ Beatrice said in a calming manner. ‘We can’t pass this up. It would meet our budget for the rest of year.’
Charlie groaned in annoyance. ‘Alright,’ he said. ‘I’m not sure if I have fifty vials, so I'll need to see if I can get some more extracted.’
‘I’ve got an emergency portkey set up for 4pm,’ Beatrice said. ‘So, try to get it sorted before then. The McLaggens are good customers and this is a very large order.’
Charlie nodded. ‘Alright Beatrice, I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.’
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‘Now, doesn’t all this seem a bit familiar?’
Hermione’s heart dropped in her chest and she closed her eyes, very quickly trying to think of a way out of this situation while she didn’t have her wand. She knew some wandless magic, but couldn’t think of anything at the moment that could help her out in this moment, so she decided to just go with her gut instinct.
She screamed.
‘Get the fuck off me, McLaggen!’ she yelled, then she stamped one foot down onto the arch of his foot and threw her head back at the same time, her head making contact with his chin.
‘Argh!’ he screamed, letting her go out of instinct and she moved away from him, but he recovered himself quickly. ‘You fucking bitch!’
He slammed the door shut behind him and before she could get a few steps away, he shoved her forward from behind so that she fell face first onto the floor, landing hard against the carpet, her cheek slamming down as her hands didn’t have the time to catch her fall.
He was on top of her in an instant, pulling her arms back behind her roughly, holding her wrists tightly in one hand and pushing them down into her lower back. ‘You’ll pay for that, you cunt,’ he said, hissing the words into her ear. He gripped her hair and pulled it back so that she was looking up at Charlie in the chair, who looked murderous, fighting against the cords holding him in place. ‘He’s here for insurance,’ McLaggen said darkly. ‘Look at him! Anything that you do to me, I’ll do it to him ten times worse.’
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and she breathed out a quick breath, again trying to wrack her brain for anything that could help. She knew a simple wandless finite incantatem. She wondered if that would work on Charlie’s bonds. She murmured it under her breath.
Cormac chuckled lowly and then pulled her hair back again. ‘That won’t work,’ he said. ‘You see, I’ve tied him up Muggle style. Your little spells won’t work on those bonds.’ Hermione hated that her wandless diffindo wasn't up to snuff.
‘What do you want, McLaggen?’ she asked, hoping against hope that it wasn’t what she thought he was here for.
He licked her ear and she shuddered. ‘What do you think I want, Hermione?’
He sat up and grabbed something from the end of the bed while still sitting on top of her and began tying her arms behind her back with the ropes. Not just her wrists, but around her elbows and arms as well so that she couldn’t move them at all. Then he got up and lifted her from the floor, grabbing her by the hair again and then shoving her towards the bed so that she landed back against her bound arms.
‘Now,’ he said. ‘You hurt my chin. And my foot.’ He made it sound like he was pouting.
He walked over to Charlie. ‘Your girlfriend is a bit of a slut, by the way.’
Charlie gave him an angry stare and yelled through the gag again but was stopped when Cormac hit him square in the jaw with his fist.
‘No, Charlie!’ Hermione yelled. ‘Stop it! Leave him alone. He has nothing to do with this.’
‘Nah,’ McLaggen said. ‘Don’t think I will,’ and then he punched Charlie again and Hermione could hear his knuckles crack against Charlie’s chin.
‘Stop it!’ Hermione cried again, tears in her eyes.
Charlie had his head to the side and was breathing heavy through the gag and the pain and Hermione felt her heart break for him. It wasn’t Charlie’s fault that McLaggen was here. She had to stop him from being hurt any more.
Cormac turned back to her. ‘Do you understand now, Hermione?’ he said. ‘Hurt me and I’ll hurt him. If you don’t do what I say, I will hurt him.’ He ran a finger over Charlie’s bruised jaw and snarled. ‘That was tame compared to what I’ll do next time.’
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut again. She knew what he wanted, and she hated that she had been so foolish to think that he would just give up, even thinking that what she and Draco had done in that hotel room had been a dream. But she never thought that he would go this far.
Another muffled scream made her open her eyes again and she saw that Cormac had slammed his heel down onto Charlie’s foot. ‘I said to stop it!’ Hermione cried.
‘Do. You. Understand?’ he asked, digging the heel further in as he asked.
Tears running over her cheeks, she nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Just please don’t touch him again.’
‘If you behave, then I won’t,’ he said, finally moving away from Charlie, making Hermione sigh in relief.
However, the relief was not long lived as she was now being dragged off of the bed and shoved down onto her knees on the floor at the end of the bed. She fell back down onto her feet, trying to get out of this position, but he held her hair tightly. ‘Ah ah,’ he said. ‘That’s not behaving, Hermione.’ She moved herself back up onto her knees, looking up at him defiantly. ‘Now, do to me what you did to Malfoy.’
Hermione’s eyes quickly turned to surprise and Cormac smiled darkly. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said. ‘I know it wasn’t a dream, you fucking whore.’ He pushed her face into his crotch, which was still clad in his trousers, though he wasn’t wearing a shirt. ‘Though I guess you can’t take these off with your arms like that, can you?’ He pushed her away and undid his buttons, pushing his trousers down and she winced as his hard cock sprang free. ‘Now suck my dick like the good little slut that you are.’
She looked over at Charlie, who was watching angrily and still grimacing in pain. She was doing this for him. He didn’t deserve to be punished for something stupid that she had done.
His hand was in her hair again, pulling her forward towards him. ‘Second foul, slut. If I have to ask you one more time…’ He looked over to Charlie with a knowing look. ‘And don’t even think about using any teeth, or he won’t have a cock to fuck you with anymore.’
Hermione opened her mouth obediently, but she didn’t have to do anything else. Cormac did all the work, gripping her hair to pull her down onto him. He did it so fast, she nearly choked but he just kept pushing through. ‘Oh fuck, that does feel amazing,’ he commented, pulling her head onto him so hard that she couldn’t breathe.
When she felt like she might black out, he finally pulled back out of her throat and Hermione pushed herself back onto the floor, her legs collapsing and her arms painfully lodged under her, still tied.
Cormac grinned evilly and walked over to Charlie again and Hermione cried out. ‘No! I couldn’t breathe!’
‘I’m not here for excuses,’ McLaggen said. ‘That was your last chance.’
He lifted a long knife from one of the bedside tables and then walked back over to Charlie and she could barely shout out ‘No!’ before she heard Charlie yell out again as a large gash appeared on his chest. It didn’t look too deep, thankfully, but blood was seeping out from it in a steady stream. ‘That’s fucking torture now, McLaggen,’ Hermione said. ‘You’ll go to Azkaban for that.’
Cormac turned to her. ‘I wouldn’t worry about him when you see the state I’m going to leave you in.’
Hermione’s stomach dropped. He was deranged. These weren't the thoughts of someone who was even remotely sane. ‘Let us go, Cormac,’ she tried bargaining instead. ‘It hasn’t gone far enough yet. I won’t say anything, just leave now.’
‘Oh, I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘I’ve waited too long for this.’ He pulled her up onto her knees again and tapped her chin. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth again and he shoved his cock back in. ‘I’m going to fuck every one of your holes, you filthy cum-whore. I’m going to use you just like Malfoy did, except you’re really not going to enjoy it this time.’ He was bobbing her head up and down on his cock as he spoke and she was trying to take it as well as she could as he used her mouth.
Finally, he pulled away and Hermione wiped the tears and saliva from her face onto her shoulder the best she could. ‘Now, as good as that was,’ he smirked. ‘I’ve got other plans for this cock.’
He walked behind her and lifted her by her bound arms from the floor and again pushed her towards the bed, this time lying on her front, her feet still off the edge and her arms sticking out from her back. He grabbed her hair so that she was facing Charlie, who had a pained look on his face that had nothing to do with the physical pain that he had endured so far and she gave him an apologetic look back before closing her eyes.
‘Don’t close them,’ McLaggen said angrily. ‘Keep your eyes open. Look at him while I fuck you, while I fucking teach you a lesson.’
He pulled her trousers and knickers down in one go and quickly pressed a couple fingers into her but she wasn’t at all ready or lubricated and it was sore, but he kept pushing, his nails scraping against her insides. ‘And here I thought being treated like the whore you are would have turned you on a bit more. Ah well.’
Hermione felt tears running down her cheeks as the fingers were removed and she could feel the head of his cock at her entrance. She closed her eyes again, and then felt a hot stinging against her cheek as he smacked her face. ‘Open them!’
Her eyes met Charlie’s and she let out a yell of pain as Cormac shoved himself into her, her eyes running freely with tears and snot dripping from her nose. ‘You’re such a slut,’ he said, gripping her hair and pulling it back again. ‘You deserve this, you know,’ he said as he pulled out and slammed into her again and again and she felt, looking into Charlie’s face which was bright red with pain and anger, all because of her, that he might actually be right.
A horrible weight of the body of someone much larger than herself landing heavily against her bound arms and knocking the wind out of her chest pulled Hermione from her thoughts and she realised that she was trapped under a now unconscious man.
There were voices in the bedroom and then someone pushed Cormac over and off the bed, quickly grabbing a blanket to cover Hermione and then started untying her arms. She honestly didn’t care in this moment who her saviour was, just that the torture seemed to be over, and she pushed her face into the duvet and sobbed.
Someone sat down on the bed next to her, pulling her into strong arms and rubbing her back and her arms, bringing feeling back into the sore limbs. Another voice, which sounded like it could be Harry's, said, ‘I’ll transfer him to a cell and start the paperwork. Are you okay taking them to St Mungo’s?’ The chest she was leaning against rumbled in agreement.
There was a pop of apparition and then another dip on the bed. ‘Hermione,’ Charlie’s voice said. ‘Are you okay?’
Hermione finally looked up and saw that the chest she was leaning against was Ron’s. She looked back at Charlie, who was holding a bit of cloth against the wound on his chest. ‘I—I think so,’ she said. ‘Are you okay, Charlie? I am so sorry!’ she sobbed again.
He grimaced. ‘I’ll be fine after a few potions. Not any worse than a dragon.’
Hermione looked up at Ron, tears still brimming in her eyes. ‘How did you—?’ she asked.
He frowned. ‘You left your scarf on your seat at the cinema,’ he said. ‘I grabbed it when we were leaving and shoved it in my pocket but forgot to give it to you. I got halfway down the stairwell when I remembered and headed back to give it to you and when I got to the door, I heard you screaming. I tried knocking but knew that your wards don’t let anyone directly into the flat except you, but then I thought that Harry would probably still be allowed through as he had been staying with you.’
Hermione sighed and nodded.
‘It took me a little while to find him, unfortunately, as he had apparently gone to dinner with Ginny in Diagon Alley, but once I found him, we came here and—’ he cut off.
Hermione wrapped him in a big hug and cried against him again. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I don’t even want to think—’
Ron held her chin and turned her face up to look at him. ‘It’s over now,’ he said, and she could see the distress in his usually bright blue eyes. ‘Let’s get you both to St Mungo’s and then we can take your statements.’
Hermione gave a quick nod and Ron grabbed her trousers off the floor and handed them to her, turning away as she got dressed. He grabbed a few other things, like the ropes and Cormac’s wand and the knife and put them into an evidence folder. When Hermione was decent, he grabbed hers and Charlie’s hands and apparated them all to St Mungo’s.
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‘They’ll be okay,’ the healer said and Ron and Harry nodded. Hermione and Charlie had been at the hospital for several hours now and Ron and Harry had been sorting all the paperwork to keep McLaggen in a cell until they could get him in front of the Wizengamot. ‘Mr Weasley should be ready to go home first thing in the morning. His injuries, though painful, were thankfully superficial.’
‘That’s good,’ Ron said, thankful that his brother wasn’t too badly hurt.
‘And Hermione?’ Harry asked.
‘Physically, she seems to be okay. We have scheduled an appointment with a mind-healer tomorrow to check her mental health.’
‘Thank you,’ Ron said. ‘Can we see her?’
‘She has visitors in just now, but as long as she is happy for more, then you are welcome,’ the healer said. ‘You are on her list.’
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Harry had owled Malfoy as soon as he could, and the four of them had arrived at the hospital shortly thereafter to check on Hermione.
They opened the door and Hermione lifted her head to look up at them from her hospital bed, though it didn’t look like she could have moved anything else as there was a limb or hand or head from one Slytherin or another on her. They were all sitting in chairs next to her, two on either side. Malfoy was holding one of her hands, Astoria had her head on her tummy, Parkinson had her other hand from the other side, and Zabini was stroking her hair.
When Ron had first found out that day at the Manor that she was shagging all of these people, he had a horrible feeling that it was some sort of sick powerplay relationship, where Hermione got off on being degraded by the others. A Muggle-born pet, if you will.
But slowly, from the way that she talked about them, he realised that it wasn’t that, and that there were genuine feelings there. And now, seeing this, the way that they cared so much about her, and were so worried for her, Ron could see why she felt the way she did for them.
Hermione smiled at them. ‘My saviours,’ she said.
Malfoy kissed her hand and then stood up and walked over to them. He put a hand on Harry’s shoulder, looking meaningfully into his eyes, and then held out his hand to Ron, which he took. ‘Thank you,’ he said, giving it a firm shake.
‘Of course,’ Ron said, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the open emotion in the Slytherin’s face. He was scared, relieved and thankful all in one, and Ron himself felt the same. They shook hands again before Malfoy moved away and went back over to Hermione.
While they had been talking, Astoria and Pansy had also stood up and as Malfoy sat down and took Hermione’s hand again, the girls came over and attacked Ron in big, tight hugs and he actually let out an involuntary laugh. ‘Thank you!’ they said.
‘I’m just glad I was in the right place at the right time,’ he murmured and they smiled softly before going back to Hermione, taking up their places once again at her sides.
‘The healer said that you should be able to go home tomorrow afternoon if everything’s okay,’ Harry said, joining the group at her bedside.
Hermione frowned. ‘Oh, okay,’ she said. ‘Thanks Harry.’
‘When do you want to give your statement?’ he asked.
‘Ehm, can it wait until tomorrow? I’m really not up to it just now,’ she said.
He gave a forced smile and then bent to kiss her forehead. ‘Of course,’ he said. ‘Just take care of yourself, yeah?’
She mimicked his smile and then laid back against the bed, her hand running through Astoria’s hair on her tummy. ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘I’ll be okay.’
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The following evening, Hermione had finally been discharged and she was getting dressed to head back home. The mind-healer had gotten caught up at another call and hadn’t been able to see her until much later than previously agreed.
Hermione had gone to see Charlie that morning and apologised profusely again for what had happened to him.
‘It’s my fault, Hermione,’ he had said.
‘No, it’s not,’ she had said vehemently.
He ran a hand through his dark red hair. ‘I didn’t realise that he was next to me when I was apparating to your flat. I had been chatting to his parents, after making this huge sale, and said I was going to see a friend afterwards so didn’t mind the last-minute deadline, and when I went to apparate, he grabbed onto me. I didn’t even get a chance to knock the door before he stunned me, and next thing I knew I was in the chair and he was talking about—’ he cut off, and honestly Hermione really hadn’t wanted to hear what McLaggen had said before she arrived.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Charlie, I think he planned it. He’s been after me for quite some time and last time he tried something—I snubbed him pretty badly. I think he just went off the deep end and became desperate.’
He had given her a big hug and a slow kiss before he left, saying that he needed to get back to Romania, but that would come see her again soon.
There was a knock and she turned, now fully dressed, towards the door.
‘Hermione?’ It was Ron. ‘I was just going to see if I could take your statement?’
She smiled. ‘Thanks Ron,’ she said. ‘Erm, I’ve actually just been discharged. Could we do it at mine over a cuppa?’ she asked.
He nodded. ‘Where are all your…friends?’ he asked with a grin.
‘I’ve sent them home,’ she said. ‘I wasn’t sure if I was going to get out tonight, and I could tell they were all exhausted and getting prickly with the healers.’
He nodded again. ‘Are you ready, or do you need to sort out anything else?’
She looked around. ‘I think I’m ready,’ she said and took his hand to apparate them to her flat.
As soon as she arrived in the flat, she felt suddenly very nervous. Her eyes wandered over to her bedroom door and she gave a shudder. ‘Are you alright?’ Ron asked.
She gave him a forced smile. ‘Of course,’ she said. ‘I’ll put the kettle on.’
‘No,’ he said. ‘I’ll sort out the tea, you just relax.’
She gave him a smile, but when he went into the kitchen, she moved towards her bedroom door. She opened it and the chair from the kitchen table was still sitting next to the bed, with some of the ropes and ties still attached to it. Her bedding was still all rumpled and she felt tears prick at her eyes. She closed the door and then leaned back against it, slowly falling to sit on the floor.
When Ron came back out of the kitchen with two cups of tea, she was still sitting against the door, tears running down her cheeks. He quickly put the tea on the table and then came over to her. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.
Hermione felt a sob leave her throat. ‘He was right,’ she said through her tears.
Ron’s eyebrows furrowed. ‘Who was right? About what?’ he asked.
‘McLaggen,’ she said. ‘He—he said I was a slut, that I deserved it.’
‘Hermione,’ Ron said, putting a hand on her cheek. ‘McLaggen is fucking mental,’ he said. ‘You are not—’
‘But I am!’ she yelled. ‘I’m sleeping with four people, Ron. Four married people. And sometimes a fifth. I’m a—I’m a horrible person.’
Ron took a deep breath and looked at her seriously. ‘How many people have you slept with, Hermione?’
She knitted her brows. ‘Why?’ she asked through her tears.
‘Humour me,’ he said with a slight smile.
‘Them and Charlie,’ she said. ‘You and…and Ernie McMillan.’ If she wasn't so upset, she could have laughed at the look of disgust on his face at the last name. ‘It was a one-time thing that certainly won’t be repeated.’
‘Alright,’ Ron said, shaking his head. ‘So…7?’ he said. She nodded. ‘Hermione, I’ve slept with more people than that.’
Her eyebrows raised. ‘You have?’
He nodded and then ran a hand through his hair, his cheeks going a bit red in embarrassment and cleared his throat. ‘It’s er, surprisingly easy when you’re a war hero,’ he said and a smile pulled at Hermione’s lips at his modest self-confidence. ‘So, aside from McMillan, all of yours have been long-term?’ he asked her.
She nodded.
‘Sorry, but how in the world does that make you a slut?’ he asked and she shook her head. ‘Anyone would be lucky to find what you have with them. Just because you happened to find it all at once and enjoy being with them together doesn’t make it any less valid. As long as you’re all consenting adults, I don’t see why it’s anyone else’s fucking business.’
She felt tears fill her eyes again and pushed herself forward to hug him and he wrapped his arms around her. ‘I thought you didn’t like them,’ she said.
‘It was difficult to process at first,’ he said. ‘But when I saw them with you last night at the hospital—you could see it.’
‘See what?’ she asked, pulling back from him.
‘They adore you,’ he said, giving her a smile. ‘Worship you even, but honestly who wouldn’t?’ he said.
She shook her head again.
‘Anyone would be lucky to find that, Hermione,’ he said.
She looked up at him. ‘Don’t you have that with your girlfriend?’
He scoffed. ‘Rachel’s not my girlfriend,’ he said. ‘We’ve been a on a few dates, but…I don’t actually see it going anywhere.’
‘Why not?’ Hermione asked.
‘I mean,’ he said. ‘The sex is good, but she’s so…dull.’ Hermione gave a little grin and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. ‘I know, rich coming from me, yeah. You used to say a phrase…pulling teeth? Talking to her is like pulling teeth. Honestly, sometimes I’ll initiate sex just so I don’t have to try to have a conversation with her.’
Hermione snorted before she could help herself and he gave a grin in return.
‘Come on,’ he said. ‘The tea is getting cold. Are you okay doing the statement tonight?’ He helped her up from the floor and they went over to the sofa.
She frowned but nodded. ‘I might as well get it done.’
Hermione answered all of his questions and explained everything that had happened. When he asked if McLaggen had made any moves before this, she told him about the corridor at the hotel in Edinburgh at the conference and he nodded and wrote that down as well with a frown on his face.
‘I also found out later that he was—waiting for me in my room,’ she said. ‘But thankfully…I had stayed in another room.’
Ron twisted his mouth. ‘Whose room?’ he asked.
Hermione frowned. ‘Can we just say a friend?’
He nodded. She wanted to tell him about the rest as well, but she knew that him knowing less about this was better as he was here in an official capacity.
When they were finished, she sipped her tea and then looked back at her bedroom and then back at Ron. She really didn’t want him to go. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling so nervous, as she knew that all her wards were strong, but she still didn’t know how Cormac had gotten into her flat as Charlie had apparated outside the doors and no one else had been here.
‘Has he said how he got in?’ Hermione asked.
Ron shook his head. ‘He is still denying everything just now,’ he said. ‘But the Aurors have come and put stronger wards up around your flat, and it’s still only yourself and Harry that have access.’
Hermione looked down and then back over at her bedroom door. ‘I don’t think I can sleep in there tonight.’
He let out a deep breath. ‘Do you at least have some pyjamas I can wear?’
‘What?’ she asked, looking back over at him.
He gave her a knowing smile. ‘I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight,’ he said. ‘You sleep in the spare room. And tomorrow, we’ll figure out what to do going forward.’
Hermione sobbed gratefully and gave him another big hug.
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Ron hadn’t slept well. Knowing that Hermione had wanted him to stay over so that she felt a bit safer, despite McLaggen being in a cell at the Ministry, he felt like he couldn’t rest. He had slept agitatedly on the sofa, his ears constantly prickling at any sound or noise that he heard.
By the time morning came, he was exhausted. He quietly padded into the kitchen to put the kettle on for a cup of tea. He yawned loudly and made his way through the cupboards to find a mug and the teabags and sugar.
Stirring in the milk to finish it off, he breathed in the vapour and relaxed a bit. A good cup of tea could cure most things. Hopefully it would take the edge off of his exhaustion so that he could get through work today.
As he brought his tea back into the sitting room, there was a loud knock on the flat door, which gave him a fright and half of his tea ended up down his top. ‘For fuck’s sake,’ he whispered loudly. ‘Who’s here at this time?’
He removed his shirt, which was now soaking in tea, and threw it down. He was about to go into the spare room to get another when there was another loud knock, and he went straight to the door. He opened it cautiously and once it had clicked open, there were flashes of light and a noise that was far too loud for this time of the morning.
‘Miss Granger, Miss Granger,’ a few of the people were saying. There was a slight pause when it wasn’t Hermione at the door, but instead a half-naked redhead, and Ron’s eyebrows shot up at the press being here.
‘What’s going on?’ he asked in surprise.
‘Where’s Miss Granger?’ they asked and Hermione, curious, came out from the bedroom.
‘What is it?’ she asked loudly. ‘Why are you bothering me so early? What is this about?’
‘Miss Granger, is it true that Cormac McLaggan tried to rape you on Sunday evening?’ one reporter asked.
Hermione frowned. ‘I’m not speaking about this, so you can all get to—’
‘What about his allegations that you’re sleeping with a married couple—the Malfoys.’
Hermione’s mouth dropped open for a moment, and then she closed it. ‘I’m not speaking about this,’ she repeated. ‘Please leave me alone,’ she said as she started closing the door.
‘He says he has proof,’ another reporter said quickly and this caught her attention.
‘And what would that be?’ she asked, and Ron heard her almost panicked tone.
‘Pensive memories,’ the same reporter said.
She sighed. ‘We all know that pensive memories are highly subjective and can be easily manipulated. The Wizengamot doesn’t take them as sufficient proof, and neither should you,’ Hermione said, and he could tell that she was starting to get upset about this. She wasn’t ready for the world to find out about it yet.
‘Miss Granger, Miss Granger,’ they started again and Hermione’s mouth was set into a frown. ‘Why did they visit you at the hospital?’
Now she was annoyed. ‘And how would you know that?’ she asked. ‘Hospital visitors are private.’
‘Are you denying it?’ another reporter asked.
‘Malfoy is my employer, he was checking on my wellbeing,’ she said firmly.
‘And Lady Malfoy?’ they asked.
‘She’s my friend,’ she retorted.
‘And what about the Zabinis?’
Ron looked at her face and at the reporters standing there, repeatedly firing questions at her and he could tell that she was getting frustrated and very upset and any second now would slip up and accidently confirm her secret, which would then be spread to the whole of Wizarding Britain before lunchtime.
He looked down at his own appearance and then back up at the reporters. Then he did a very stupid thing, but in that moment it was the only thing that he could think of that would stop this line of questioning, even if it meant that Hermione might decide to kill him later.
‘Look,’ he said, putting his arm around her shoulder. ‘I think I would know if my girlfriend was shagging the Malfoys.’
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