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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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Silvery gray eyes pierced into her very soul. Everything that Hermione was reached out to Draco Malfoy. She needed to be close to him. His pale blond hair was so tempting. How she longed to reach out and stroke her fingers through it. She wanted to taste his pale lips. They looked so soft and inviting. Delicious. She might have gladly begged him to wrap his strong arms around her close to him while she clung to him like he was her lifeline. Hermione wanted nothing more than to be as close as physically possible to Draco. She wanted to crawl inside of him where she would be safe and secure. They would be one being and that thought was perfect to her. That intense longing was mirrored in the silver eyes she stared longingly into.

Hermione and Draco took a step closer to one another, eyes locked, attention obviously solely devoted to one another, completely forgetting the room full of people staring at them. Their lips parted, bodies moving gracefully into each other. Unfortunately for them both, before they could go very far, they were separated. Both let out similar cries of displeasure as both arms were taken hostage, their bodies pulled from one another. There was a sharp pain that faded quickly into a gentle throbbing, that made Hermione think of ripping off a bandage. Brown eyes blinked furiously as Harry and Ginny each took one of her arms and steadily pulled her away. The pair did their best not to make their move entirely obvious, though they were fairly certain a good number of people in the audience had noticed the magnetism between the pair.

She felt somewhat dazed as she glanced from one friend to the other, then glancing over her shoulder at Draco who looked irritated while Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass held his arms. Slowly but surely the room came back into focus and the realization hit hard. This was her bonding ceremony! She had just performed the Soul Bond with Draco Malfoy. Upon completion of the bond she had even been contemplating practically raping him! The way Draco was acting, though, maybe it wouldn't have necessarily been rape. Hermione felt her whole face heat up, too embarrassed to meet anyone's eyes but Harry's worried ones.

"Told you," Harry whispered quietly, giving her a playful little nudge.

"I didn't expect it to be quite like that," Hermione whispered back as Ginny led them over to one corner of the spacious sitting room everyone was gathered in. "I've been trying hard to get along with that prat so this wouldn't happen."

"Nothing did happen," Ginny said soothingly. "Besides, considering he is a prat, I doubt it will be easy for you to actually get along perfectly well."

"Just keep working on it," Harry encouraged. "I'm sure you'll have more luck with Malfoy than I have with Snape."

"Are you trying to get along with Snape?" Ginny asked curiously.

"No," Harry scoffed. "Despite what he may think, I'm not completely dumb."

"Not completely," Ginny teased.

"Shut it, Gin," Harry laughed.

"Oh my God," Hermione groaned.

"What?" Harry and Ginny asked.

"I thought about kissing Draco!" Hermione hissed in a panic.

Harry frowned sympathetically. "At least you didn't shag him."

"Thank God for small favors," Hermione sighed.

"That's not a small favor, Mione. That was a blessing…a very big one," Harry said with a grin. "C'mon, it's not that big of a deal. You're safe. We're here to keep your virtue intact. Now let's enjoy the party, okay?"

Hermione took a deep breath and slowly nodded her head. "Yes, alright."

The bonding ceremony had taken place in the new Malfoy home. It was well protected by every ward the Order of the Phoenix could muster. Not only that, it was large enough for the invited group, as well as being very beautiful. Narcissa had gotten the renovations done in time to hold the ceremony. It had taken a lot to get the woman to tone it down a bit. The way Narcissa was going, the entire thing would have completely mimicked a wedding ceremony. It still had, in some ways, such as Narcissa insisting that Harry escort Hermione to where Draco stood with Dumbledore, since her father wasn't there to do so. Hermione hadn't even wanted to begin explaining this entire situation to her parents, though she was sure she was going to have to before summer was up. She at least needed to pay them a visit before she went back to Hogwarts on September 1.

While she wasn't wearing a white gown, Narcissa had managed to get Hermione into a semi-formal dress. It was a gorgeous tea-length halter dress made of a rose gold silk. There was a golden belt around the middle that ended in a very large bow at her middle back. The number was also backless, much to Hermione's horror, but it felt rude to turn it down, though she had raised a few objections when Narcissa first put her into it. The dress wasn't even all of Narcissa's gift. There had been matching heels that, after Hermione stumbled enough times, Narcissa turned into flats of the same gold as the belt. Mrs. Malfoy had also done her hair, sneaking long delicate gold chains with small, sparkling pink diamonds through the golden brown strands of her hair as she pulled it into an elegant chignon. The final products she was presented with were a gold upper arm bracelet in the shape of a rose and a similar, yet smaller, rose design for around the opposite wrist. It was all a bit much for Hermione's tastes, but she was dealing with Malfoys.

"Oh you look so beautiful!" Narcissa had said while dressing Hermione. "You may be a Mud—Muggle-born, but you're practically family now! Really, my son could have done worse! You really do look very beautiful when you're all made up!"

Hermione had felt a bit indignant about it all at first, but Narcissa really looked like she was trying very hard to be nice and Hermione had been too nervous to trust herself to talk. Besides, the way Ron's eyes widened and the way his jaw dropped when he saw her had been well worth it. Her nausea had faded in that moment and she walked confidently down the aisle to where Draco and Dumbledore had stood.

Now, though, Hermione felt a nervous wreck again. She was embarrassed by the whole display with Draco, but she held her head high. Harry and Ginny still stood protectively on either side of her and they offered a sort of support that made her feel easier. Dark brown eyes glanced all along the room as people began to stand and mingle. Ron stood clutching Hannah's hand, trying to concentrate on a conversation with Neville and Cedric, but his blue eyes kept finding her. Hermione glanced over him, pretending not to notice the way he was staring, though a pleased smirk tugged at her lips.

"You really should have kissed him, Herms!" Grace exclaimed, bouncing up to them, wearing a mischievous grin. "You know you wanted to!"

"I did not!" Hermione snapped, cheeks burning pink.

"Didn't look that way to meeee!" Grace sang.

"Go away, Gracie," Harry said.

Grace stuck her tongue out at him. Harry glared. "What are you? Thirteen or three?"

"You should go talk to Zabini, Ginny!" Grace said excitedly. "Gosh, he looks so handsome! I've never really seen him up close before, but gosh he's so yummy!"

"You can have him then. He's my gift to you," Ginny said dryly.

"I would, but Dad says I'm not allowed to date until I'm thirty," Grace said, rolling her eyes. "He makes all these threats every time I mention a boy. So I, out of the goodness of my heart, leave them alone…So Daddy can't ruin their pretty faces, you know?"

"Right," Ginny said with an amused smile. "Why don't you go over and introduce yourself to them, Gracie? Look at their pretty faces up close."

"You're just trying to get rid of me," Grace accused, putting her hands on her hips and glaring. "But don't worry, Fred and George are here! FRED! GEORGE!" Grace shouted, running off to talk to the twins.

"I love her, but sometimes I don't know how you put up with her, Harry," Ginny sighed.

"Me either," Harry laughed.

"I need a drink," Hermione mumbled.

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Draco Malfoy was not a happy person as his parents led the group into the nearby "ballroom" his mother had fixed up. A tapestry of the silver and blue family crest took up most the nearby wall. The far wall was made up entirely of windows with barely any wall in between with a glass door that led out to the back garden that was still being worked on. Balloons of silver, blue, green, gold, and red were high on the ceiling, though Grace Potter had managed to get one down and was now tossing a gold balloon around with the Weasley twins. There were large flower arrangements, a great deal including pieces of exotic fruit anyone could pluck off and eat. There were several tables covered with his mother's favorite tablecloths and the best china. A small group of witches and wizards were gathered in one corner playing classical music on various instruments. This had become a nightmare, just like one of his mother's little balls.

"All of this to bond yourself to a Mudblood," Blaise muttered. "This should have been a private affair. I would have assumed your parents would have been ashamed of such a…pairing."

Draco scowled at his friend. "It's not as if it's being announced to the entire world. If you say one word, Zabini, I swear…"

Blaise raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't mean it like that, Draco. I'm only surprised, that's all. It's been a strange few days."

It had been nearly a week since his first day spent having "quality time" with Hermione and Ginevra. His mother had planned the party in a matter of days, the biggest issue being the guest list. No one they couldn't trust would be invited. Draco was only grateful to have an excuse to have some of his friends here. He managed to get Blaise to come spend a few days with him (lucky thing it was that the Zabinis were a neutral family and he wouldn't have to worry about Blaise betraying him to the Dark Lord) in which time he got Hermione and Ginevra to explain the whole deal about soul mates and Soul Bonding to him, eventually revealing that Blaise and Ginevra were soul mates. Even more pleasantly surprising was going over the guest list with Order members and his mother announcing that Charlie Weasley would be bringing his own soul mate to get to know her better, that person being Daphne Greengrass herself. They were all he could risk having. He hated being so surrounded by Gryffindors and the like. Aside from his parents and Severus, Blaise and Daphne were all he had. As much as he liked Theodore Nott, he couldn't trust him with this. Not when his father, Christopher Nott, was a Death Eater. Not when Theodore was considering joining them, as well, if he hadn't already. The Dark Lord could have Theodore attempt what he wanted Draco to do. He shivered at the very thought.

"You alright, Dray?" Daphne asked.

"I'm fine," Draco snapped. "As fine as can be expected, under the circumstances."

"I don't envy you," Blaise muttered. Draco shot him a glare.

"Come off it, Blaise," Daphne snarled. "Granger may be a Mudblood, but don't forget we're stuck with Weasleys. 'Blood traitors are nearly as bad', remember?"

"Didn't stop you from ogling Charles Weasley," Blaise said.

"Didn't stop you from ogling Ginevra Weasley, either, did it?" Daphne shot back.

Unable to help themselves, Draco and Blaise sought out their soul mates. His mother had certainly dressed Hermione well. Very well. Mothers should not know how to dress girls to make them attractive to their sons! The halter dress she wore was a v-neck, and probably the most low-cut thing the poor Mudblood had ever worn. It didn't show too much, but just enough for Draco to find it difficult to look elsewhere. He felt a great deal of self-disgust at finding the Muggle-born so attractive and turned his appreciative eye to Ginevra. The red head wore a form-fitting jade green dress that showed off her legs nicely, as well as showing off a rather nice chest. Blood traitor she may be, but she was beautiful. And given the choice, he could stomach being with a blood traitor more than he could a Mudblood. No matter the issues, blood traitors could change their tune and Ginevra was at least a pureblood.

Hermione may not have been such a bad person, but he very well couldn't get too friendly with her. Having Blaise and Daphne here reminded him of that. He couldn't go back to treating her like dirt, in case it only proved to work against them, but he didn't have to show too much interest, either. He sure as hell needed to get that image of kissing her senseless out of his mind. That moment when the ceremony was complete had scared the mess out of him! He did not need to wonder how nice Hermione felt beneath his hands or how delectable she looked.

"Exactly," Daphne muttered, shaking her head.

Blaise cleared his throat then straightened his robes. "Will you bond with him?"

"Will you bond with her?"

Daphne and Blaise glared at each other. Draco sighed and shot them both a dirty look. The witch sighed heavily; curling a strand of her shiny caramel colored hair around a finger, the skirt of her periwinkle dress swinging around her legs as her hips gently began to sway to the music. "I may," she finally replied. "He's very good looking. Very rugged, like the heroes in the dirty novels Mother reads."

"I don't want to think about the sort of trash Lydia reads," Blaise mumbled.

"Why on earth do you insist on calling my mother by her first name?" Daphne grumbled.

"He wants to sleep with her," Draco replied.

"She's very good-looking," Blaise admitted.

"You're a pig," Daphne scoffed. "So what about the Weasley girl?"

"Attractive," Blaise said.

"You know what I mean."

"I might."

"Ask her to dance."

Draco personally thought this was a good idea. Seeing Ginevra flat our reject, if not hex, Blaise would have been amusing. He was growing bored with present company, but no one and nothing else seemed preferable at the moment, either. Damn his mother for wanting to make such a big occasion out of this whole mess! Sure, he was grateful to the Order in his own way. The bond with Hermione would be beneficial to his magic (at least in theory). Then the Order was taking care of him and his family. He hadn't even had to make the Unbreakable Vow! Though how he was starting to wish he had, if only to have Hermione make one so he wouldn't have to worry so much about screwing up and ending up screwed.

"Oh, Draco, there you are!" Narcissa called happily, moving gracefully towards her son. "Why don't you ask Hermione to dance? The photographers would love to have some pictures of you both together and it would be so…"

"Can't, Mother," Draco said quickly. "I've already asked Daphne. Maybe later."

Daphne blinked at him in surprise.

"Oh, but, Draco…" Narcissa said.

Draco didn't wait to hear what more she had to say, instead grabbing Daphne's hand and pulling her out onto the dance floor. Not many people were dancing. Only the eldest Weasley and his Veela wife, Lily and James Potter, and Grace Potter alternating between the Weasley twins in a rather dramatic fashion. Draco scowled at them as one of the twins spun Grace out to be caught by the other twin who began to lead her in a tango that didn't quite fit with the current music.

"I wanted to dance with Charles," Daphne complained.

"Oh, it's Charles now?" Draco teased.

"Be quiet," Daphne sighed. "I know she's a Mudblood, but would it really be so bad to dance with her? I mean you bonded with her."

Maybe it wouldn't have been the end of the world to dance with Hermione. Maybe he would of if he didn't so clearly remember that moment after the ceremony. There was no way he was going to get too close to Hermione for the rest of the night, especially with that warning she had given him that day in the park. If Potter could bend over and take it from Severus, what would stop him from shagging a Mudblood?

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One would think that telling a woman who had been crushing on you for a long time that you weren't sure of your feelings for her and didn't care for anything serious would stop wanting to be your date to every social event. Sirius scowled at the way Tonks stood very close to Remus across the room. They both stood on the edge of the dance floor, looking like they might want to join the other couples, but both laughing and chickening out at the last second. They also spent a great deal of time talking quietly and watching the dancers.

Remus had visited Sirius two days ago to discuss their friendship. It seemed like such a girl thing to do, talking about the state of friendships, thoughts, and feelings. Still, they acknowledged the strangeness between them and agreed it was likely because of how odd it was to be soul mates, when often enough people spent most of their lives thinking of soul mates as one's 'true love' and destined lover. They spent a good portion of the afternoon laughing like old times and drinking. Remus even told him about the talk he had with Tonks before visiting him at Grimmauld Place. Tonks hadn't seemed very upset then claimed to understand where Remus was coming from, promising that she wouldn't expect too much from him.

Now they were back to this casual dating nonsense. You couldn't casually date a man you were in love with! Sirius had been very pleased to hear about Remus's conversation with Tonks. Now he understood it had done nothing. Tonks was only hoping that more time spent with Remus (as much time as possible, it seemed), the more he would realize how perfect they were for each other or something. Remus was being a fool not to see it! If Remus really cared about not hurting Tonks' feelings, he would end things for good! He would tell her they couldn't see each other anymore so he wouldn't lead her on and she wouldn't get her hopes up!

They were both very, very stupid.

Sirius was likely stupid, too. He was, after all, the one who had been watching them for five minutes. And most of the day, if he was perfectly honest. He gritted his teeth every time Tonks shot that hopeful look in Remus's direction or offered that sweet little smile of hers. He clenched his fists every time her hair changed colors while talking to Remus, wondering what that orangish-pinkish color meant, wondering what electric blue meant, wondering what that plum color meant. He even suspected her chest had grown at least a couple of times since her arrival. Though that could have been an overactive imagination. Sirius didn't think so.

"Do you not find it a bit…pathetic…that a werewolf managed to find a date and you didn't?"

Sirius rolled his eyes, body tensing, and he counted to ten in his head to keep from punching the git in the face. Finally, he turned to look behind him. Lucius Malfoy stood there, silver eyes glittering in haughty amusement. "I'd hardly call her a date." Possibly not nice, but Sirius found it hard to think nice thoughts about Tonks these days.

"You wouldn't?" Lucius asked. "She certainly looks like his date. Have you seen her dress? Red is a very seductive color, you know? The way it fits her body, as well, is a good sign. Very tight. The skirt is long enough to where she doesn't look like a whore, but short enough to keep interest. Low cut enough to catch the eye, but not so low as to make clear she craves the attention. She watches him more than he watches her and touches him as often as she can find an excuse to do so. She is hopelessly in love with him, isn't she?"

"Been stalking them, have you?" Sirius muttered, downing the glass of firewhiskey had had in front of him.

"No more than you have," Lucius said, smoothly sliding into the chair beside Sirius. "However, it does not take hours of observation to pick up on particular details. I am a Slytherin. I am trained in the art of seduction, observation, and judgment. Very fine skills that tell me all that I need to know about that relationship without having to stare at them half the night."

"I haven't been staring."

"Did I say you have?"

"It was implied."

"Was it?"

"Stop playing games with me, Malfoy, I am not in the mood."

"Ah, but you are in my home."

"Would you like me to leave?"

"Leave? Why no. At least not for another…Say…Hour?"

An hour? This man was up to something. Sirius glanced at Lucius, questions in his slate gray eyes. The older wizard didn't bother looking at him, instead glancing around the room. Sirius waited, hoping for an explanation. He was hoping he wouldn't have to ask. The seconds ticked by, though, and Sirius was ready to say something.

"Narcissa is such a foolish romantic. I don't know if you know that," Lucius said, nodding to where his wife stood on the dance floor, dancing with Kingsley Shackelbolt. "We're soul mates. She thinks it's very sweet. I think she's a silly old witch. She wishes to bond, but I don't particularly care to."

"Is this…" Sirius started with a glare, wondering why Lucius was telling him all of this. They were hardly friends. Sirius was no therapist. He wasn't some advisor or anything. Was he hoping to speak badly of all of the women in the room tonight?

"I love my wife," Lucius continued, interrupting Sirius. "However, I am sick of all of this talk of soul mates and bonds. It reminds me of when she would pressure me for marriage."

"You never did want to commit," Sirius commented.

"No, I didn't," Lucius said quietly. "I do love her."

"Yes, well," said Sirius, though he wasn't sure what else to say.

"I do. But I am not the sort of man who should commit to anything," Lucius replied.

Was he looking for help to cheat on Narcissa? Sirius glanced at his cousin uncertainly. Did he hope to shag Tonks? He had gone on about her, hadn't he? Not that Sirius saw anything good about bedding Tonks. A Metamorph might offer some fun in the sack, but she was rather clumsy. He could just imagine the sort of trouble she would get into if she shagged anyone.

"Sometimes a man has needs. Needs that ideals such as monogamy do not fit into. Especially men like me," Lucius explained.

"Mhm," Sirius said, hoping Lucius would get to the point soon.

"I don't have extramarital affairs to hurt my wife. But sex could be useful in hurting people," Lucius said. "For revenge, perhaps. Or making someone see the light."

"Right," Sirius said.

"Narcissa wouldn't notice I was gone. Or she would pretend not to know," Lucius said.

"Hmm."

"Your friend Lupin might notice if you were gone, though. I don't think he'd be very pleased."

"Would he?"

Sirius was confused for a moment.

And then…

Oh.

"Oh," Sirius said, eyes growing wide as he turned back to Lucius who was smirking. He still wasn't looking at Sirius. Lucius Malfoy was…what? Propositioning him? That idea was preposterous! But Sirius wasn't sure what else to make of this whole situation.

"You could ask your friend to keep an eye on Narcissa for us. Wouldn't want your poor, dear cousin walking in on something like that. You would be forever grateful to him. Then you can meet me upstairs. Second floor, fourth bedroom on the right. I'll be waiting." Lucius stood and finally glanced at him, a particular hunger in his eyes as he looked Sirius over. "It would look bad if we left together. Especially seeing as there's only one person we really care to inform about this."

Sirius couldn't say anything, only watching as Lucius walked out of the ballroom.

What the bloody hell? He had never even been with a man before! He had never entertained ideas of a homosexual nature before! Somehow, that didn't quite matter. He glanced at Remus and Tonks, feeling that maybe it wasn't the worst idea in the world.

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"I always wanted to play an instrument," Tonks commented, now watching the band.

"Did you?" Remus asked politely. "Was there a particular one?"

"Not really. I did try to learn the harmonica, but I don't think I ever did that quite right. Oh! And Mum tried to get me flute lessons once, but I only got a few minutes in when the teacher declared me hopeless. Dunno what that was all about," Tonks shrugged. "I guess I was just really awful at it."

"I'm sure you can't have been that bad. Considering you were taking lessons, she can't have expected much," Remus said.

"You would think," Tonks laughed. "What about you? Do you play an instrument?"

"I used to play the piano," Remus replied.

"Oh! You should try playing again. I love the piano," Tonks said with a grin.

Tonks didn't seem like such a piano lover to Remus. She didn't seem like she would take much in anything that wasn't like the Weird Sisters and such rockstars. He was about to comment when he felt a nudge to his side.

"Oh, hi, Sirius," Remus said with a smile.

Sirius seemed anxious as he looked around the room. "Ah, you mind doing me a favor, Moony?"

"Sure. What is it?" Remus asked, smile falling a bit in his concern.

"You and Tonks mind keeping an eye on Cissa? Make sure she stays down here and…occupied?" Sirius asked.

"Uh…Of course. But…why? You aren't doing something stupid with James, are you?" Remus asked, eyes narrowed. The Malfoys may not have been good people, but Remus wasn't sure he liked the idea of Sirius running around messing up their home or something equally stupid.

"No. No, James doesn't know about it," Sirius said. "Ahem. Lucius is waiting for me upstairs and we'd rather…ah…we'd rather his wife didn't see anything."

Everything seemed to be frozen. All feeling sort of swept out of him. His brain had ceased functioning for several moments. "Lucius?"

"Yes."

"Lucius Malfoy?"

"That's what I said."

"Upstairs?"

"Said that, too."

"You're shagging with Lucius Malfoy?" Tonks asked in bewilderment.

"Will be in a few minutes," Sirius said with that mischievous grin of his. "Thanks! We'll try not to be long!"

Remus just stared as Sirius walked out of the ballroom. To go upstairs. With Lucius Malfoy. To shag.

"Merlin's beard," Remus muttered.

"Blimey," Tonks whispered, looking a bit dazed. "Sirius and Lucius? I didn't even know they were gay!"

"Neither did I," Remus said quietly. He must have lost feeling in his entire body. Reaching over he pinched himself hard in the arm.

"That's just…wow," Tonks said, shaking her head. "He's married! And he's going to…When his wife is here and everything!"

"Yeah," Remus said, blinking and turning back to Tonks. Sirius was going to have sex with Lucius Malfoy. Tonks continued to mutter under her breath while the mental images flew through Remus's head. Heat filled his cheeks at the thought of Sirius and Lucius naked. He may not have been with a man before, but he knew what men did together. Who would be on top? He couldn't imagine Sirius as a bottom. It was strange, picturing Sirius and Lucius kissing. There was something very intriguing about the thought. At the same time, though, there was a painful twisting in his heart and stomach. Shock gave way to curiosity which inevitably gave way to frustration.

"I can't believe he would ask us to cover for him!" Remus finally snapped.

"I know!" Tonks replied, turning back to him. "I may not be close to Aunt Narcissa, but I have half a mind to go over there and say something!"

"Someone should say something," Remus muttered, glaring in the direction Sirius had disappeared to. How could he? How dare Sirius just…just run off and do that? Remus shook his head. "I've never felt so…" betrayed "disappointed in him in my life." Remus wrinkled his nose at the word he first thought to use, but betrayed didn't really fit, did it? How on earth was Sirius betraying him by sleeping with Lucius? They were both betraying Narcissa.

"Poor Narcissa," Tonks said with a frown. "Her husband and cousin doing this to her! Do you think we should tell her?"

"Tell who what?"

Remus and Tonks turned to see James and Lily approaching, holding hands. James was the one who had asked, his smile fading when he saw their faces. Lily frowned, glancing to her husband then to her friends. "Is something wrong?" Lily asked.

"Yes, something's wrong," Remus spat bitterly. "Sirius ran upstairs to bugger Lucius Malfoy!"

"HE DID WHAT?" Lily and James exclaimed at once. Several people turned their heads to look at them. James gaped at Remus while Lily put her hand over her mouth.

"You're joking!" Lily whispered.

"'Fraid not," Tonks muttered. "Sirius came over here to ask if we would keep an eye on Narcissa so she didn't go looking for them."

"That…arse!" Lily hissed.

"That idiot!" James exclaimed. "You know where they went?"

"Upstairs, I think," Remus said.

"Let's go stop him! That bastard must have Imperiused him!" James growled.

"No, James, I don't think that's it," Lily sighed, glaring in the general direction of the room's exit.

"Then what else can it be?" James growled angrily. "Sirius isn't that much of a…He's not even gay!"

"He didn't look Imperiused to me," Tonks said with a frown.

"Nor to me," Remus added.

"Well you weren't looking hard enough, were you?" James snapped.

"James," Lily said.

"What? This is stupid! My best friend is not…He's not like that! And certainly not like that with Lucius bloody Malfoy. He's a Malfoy, Lily! A Malfoy! I don't care what anyone else says, he's a fucking Death Eater!"

"You listen to me, James Irving Potter," Lily snapped. "You will not run up there making an arse of yourself! You can talk to Sirius later. Just…Leave it alone for now. All of you. I think I know what's going on."

"What is it, then?" James demanded.

"I can't tell you!" Lily hissed.

"I'd personally like to know what you think is going on. Because I'm really confused," Remus said.

"Yes, well. You'll all have to take it up with Sirius," Lily said. "Jamie, go find Harry and Grace, alright? Make sure they're staying out of trouble. Make sure Harry's still here, actually. That boy has a habit of running off, I think. Spend some quality time with your children. They'll be leaving again before long, you know."

"But! I can spend time with them when we get home. I…We're at a party. Wouldn't they rather be with their friends?"

"Probably," Lily said. "I dunno, James. Go challenge Kings to an arm wrestling contest."

"Never again. Lost twenty times in a row to that man. Embarrassing, that," James muttered.

"Then I don't know, James. Just…Oh, I know. Why don't you and Tonks dance?" Lily suggested. James gaped at her flabbergasted. "I need to talk to Remus! Alone!"

"Err…I'm not much of a dancer, myself," Tonks muttered. James shot her a grateful look. "Hey, you can always arm wrestle me!"

"Good," Lily said. She sent Remus a look, but Remus didn't know what to make of it. He wasn't even sure what to make of what he was feeling right now. All he knew was that the images of Sirius and Lucius were becoming more vivid in his head and he didn't like it. He started to feel sick. "C'mon, Remy," she said quietly, taking his arm and leading him over to the bar.

The bar was very small. House elves were running around with trays handing out drinks. Only one house elf stood behind the bar looking bored, then eager when they came up. It was a little out of the way of the bigger crowd. Lily ushered Remus onto a stool and sat beside him. Remus was hardly aware of any of it. Lily ordered him a drink. Once the glass was set in front of him he gulped it down.

"How do you feel?" Lily asked quietly.

He felt like he was being ripped apart from the inside. He wasn't sure what this feeling was, but he felt like his insides were crumbling. There were flares of anger, but for the most part they seemed to be dying down. His stomach lurched in what felt like envy, but that didn't make sense. His heart ached in feelings of betrayal, but that didn't make much sense, either. He was just upset that Sirius would do something so horrible. Sirius was his best friend. He was a better man than to sleep with someone married. To sleep with someone married in said person's home with said person's wife just downstairs! In the middle of a party! And had the gall to ask him to keep an eye out for him.

"Lousy," Remus sighed.

"I know," Lily said quietly. He half expected to hear her launch into comforts of how she knew what it was and how he should just admit his feelings or something. True to her word, though, Lily said nothing more on the subject of Remus's feelings for Sirius. Instead she sat beside him, sipping at a glass of wine while he nursed a stronger sort of poison, stroking his back in a comforting manner.

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Hermione had gone to the restroom and Ginny had been asked to dance by Neville. Harry, meanwhile, was avoiding his sister like the plague. She had been spending most of the day with the Weasley twins, which did not normally bode well for anyone, especially when she looked at him with that glimmer of mischief in her hazel eyes. When he managed to lose sight of her, he ducked out of the ballroom and headed down the nearest hallway. This was his first time in the new Malfoy home and he wasn't quite sure where he was, nor did he really have any clue as to where he was attempting to go. A nice walk by himself sounded like a good idea. At least away from the crowd he had a better chance of spotting Grace, Fred, and/or George if any of them tried anything.

A nearby door opened. Before Harry realized what was happening he was being slammed back into a wall, familiar lips pressing against his own. He responded easily, letting that probing tongue enter his mouth to battle his own while his hands tugged at Snape's dress robes. It took only seconds for him to growl in frustration at the difficulty posed by the tiny clasps, buttons, and strings.

Harry had been all too aware of Snape all day. This was worse than usual. They were surrounded by people! He shouldn't have felt his body becoming aroused just looking at the man. He wasn't that attractive! He wasn't good looking in any way, shape, or form. He had crooked teeth, a huge nose, greasy hair, sallow skin, and he was old. At least compared to Harry. And a man! He shouldn't have been tempted to kiss those thin lips or imagine throughout the entire ceremony fucking his mouth.

It was disgusting.

Right now, though, he found nothing disgusting about the way those big hands grasped at his arse, pulling him closer. In fact, there was something terribly arousing in the way those yellowed teeth pulled at his lower lip and the way that tongue trailed down his jaw. His body felt tight in anticipation as soft lips moved tenderly along his skin, leaving the barest of touches to his skin. The kisses were enough for him to feel, but always left him needing more. Both were too impatient to properly tease each other. Snape's hand had already unbuttoned his jeans and was palming him through his boxers as he began sucking on the pulse point in his neck. Harry gasped and clutched at Snape.

"Harry?"

Harry heard the voice, but he didn't really care. What Snape was doing and making sure he kept doing it was all he was worried about. Making sure Snape did more and soon were the big things on his mind. "Please," he moaned.

"Ugh. Harry…C'mon, Harry. This is gross!"

Snape's hand reached into the opening of his underwear and began stroking his heated flesh. Harry moaned happily and bucked into his hand.

"Bloody hell! I did not need to see that! Ugh…"

A soft hand tugged at his arm. "Harry! People are going to see you if you don't stop! Sn—Professor Snape, please!"

"Hmm?" Harry said, forcing himself to open his eyes. Ginny was beside him, tugging on his arm. He blinked rapidly, feeling as though he was trying to wake up, but his dreams were still trying to hold him captive.

"Harry?" called the voice of James Potter from nearby.

"Oh shite!" Harry exclaimed, hissing as Snape gripped him tighter. God, that felt good! "Don't stop…"

"No, stop!" Ginny hissed, tugging his arm again.

Reluctantly, Harry and Snape tore away from each other. Harry's shaky hands fumbled to tuck himself away and do his pants back up. Snape continued to stare at him, hunger intense in those black eyes. Harry swallowed hard, wanting to go back to him and beg to be devoured.

"So glad Hermione warned me about this," Ginny muttered. "Still a disturbing sight, mind you. But at least it wasn't a complete shock…You look good, c'mon, Harry."

Ginny grabbed his hand and pulled him along. They reached the end of the hallway just as James turned. "You alright, Harry?" James asked, glaring down the hallway at Snape.

"Yeah, I'm great," Harry said distractedly.

"I can see that," James said with a grin. "Ahem." He glanced down pointedly at Harry's jeans.

"Huh? Oh…Dad!" Harry exclaimed, turning slightly away while Ginny giggled and stepped in front of him.

"So…ahh…you're…?" James asked, looking between them.

"What? Us? No!" Ginny laughed. "No…Just…Well…It's nothing, Mr. Potter!" Ginny said, blushing furiously.

"Right," James laughed. He couldn't help eying Snape distastefully. "They're teenagers, Sniv. I know you didn't get much action when…well, ever, but you shouldn't spoil their fun. They're not back at school yet!"

Harry glanced over his shoulder. Snape glared at James, sent Harry one last heated look, then turned and disappeared further down the hallway, a loud slamming of a door sounding a few seconds later.

"Ah…I'd let you go back to…Whatever…but…"

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Potter, we're good!" Ginny said quickly. Her face was bright red and she couldn't meet anyone's eyes as she darted back into the ballroom.

"Ahh…Sorry 'bout that, son," James said embarrassedly, though there was a proud gleam in his eyes.

"Err…No, that's fine. It was for the best," Harry said. He was grateful Ginny had managed to stop them. At the same time, though, there was disappointment, and a strong craving that didn't seem to be going away, even though Snape was gone now.

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The bond of Harry Potter and Severus Snape was not the only one at play that day. Just upstairs, Hermione was fiddling with a loose strand of hair in the bathroom when the door opened. Hermione, who had been sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looked up in surprise. She thought she had locked the door, but she apparently hadn't. Her soul mate stood there looking frustrated and didn't even seem to notice her at first as he not only locked the doors, but warded it up.

"Umm…Excuse me," Hermione said.

Draco spun around, wand raised. He moved so suddenly that Hermione squeaked in shock, lost her balance, and fell backwards into the tub.

"Oh…It's you," said Draco.

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Just across the hall, Sirius found himself in the unusual position of being face to face with the older Malfoy. More importantly, mouth to mouth. It was the strangest thing that Sirius had ever dealt with. He was laying flat on his back, completely naked, in a guest bedroom with Lucius Malfoy straddling him, rubbing their hips together while kissing him deeply. It was different, kissing a man, but not all that unpleasant. He found that, while a bit odd, the feel of another man's erection pressing against him wasn't all bad, either. It was actually sort of arousing.

It was, however, hard to focus. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and he was undoubtedly excited. He kept thinking about Remus, the look of shock on his face, and half hoping the werewolf would barge in here and stop this madness.

Lucius smirked as he pulled away and sat up. The man was truly a beautiful sight, if you could call a man beautiful. He was pale, lightly muscled, very clear silver eyes darkened in lust, a long mane of pale blond hair that he tossed over his shoulder when he sat up. His skin was smooth and unblemished. Sirius, without really thinking about it, reached up to trail his hand over the warm skin, shivering at the warmth he found there.

"Tell me, have you ever been with a man before?" Lucius asked, reaching between them to wrap his cool fingers around Sirius's half hard cock. Sirius groaned and bucked his hips up into the tight grip. There was nothing tentative about that touch, it was just as confident and hungered as the man on top of him was.

"N-no…But you better not get anywhere n-near my…arse," Sirius groaned.

Lucius chuckled. "Dear Mr. Black…If I wanted to be on top of something I would have chosen a woman."

Well, that was surprising. The little thought Sirius had actually put into this whole thing, the only concern he really had was the argument that would surely come concerning positions. How could anyone like having something stuck up their arse? Sirius wasn't about to ask questions, though. If Lucius wanted it, then Sirius was willing to give it. Besides, it was very hard to think with Lucius stroking his cock that way. Firm, but slow. Silver eyes stared down hungrily at his hardness. Sirius half expected (and half hoped) the man would suddenly swoop down and take it into his mouth. Merlin, he really wanted it! Lucius's arousal was painfully obvious, and it somewhat surprised Sirius. Even though Lucius was the one who had instigated this, the fact that he really was so into it stunned him.

Sirius hissed his pleasure and looked down his body to watch that hand move over his cock, enjoying the sight very much. Pale hand wrapped around dark, engorged flesh, pausing long enough for him to rub his thumb over the head, smearing the precum that had gathered there. Sirius groaned and thrust his hips upwards.

"Tell me, Sirius," Lucius murmured. "Would you like me to suck your cock?"

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"Yes, it's me," Hermione said indignantly, wiggling around as she tried to find a good way to get out of the tub. Most of her back was at the bottom, only her neck propped up on the side of the tub and her legs were dangling over the edge of the opposite end. "You should really make sure you no one else is in a bathroom before barging in!"

"Sorry," Draco grumbled, walking over and extending his hand. He looked irritated, but so did she, and she needed the help out. Hesitantly she took his hand and let him grunt as he struggled to pull her up.

"I'm not that heavy," she mumbled as she was lifted a little bit. Draco reached out to wrap his arms around her middle to help lift her the rest of the way, setting her on her feet once she was out. Neither moved for a few moments. Draco's arms were still around Hermione, though his grip had loosened, and Hermione's hands were now resting on his chest, playing with the buttons of his pale blue shirt. It was nice being close to him. He was so warm. Draco also smelled wonderful, like faded cologne, sweat, and old books. Hermione reached up to pull away part of his shirt as she leaned in to press her nose to his collarbone, inhaling deeply. Merlin that was amazing! She felt him tremble and pressed a gentle kiss to his warm skin. His hands reached up to touch her arms and Hermione sighed, sliding her arms around his neck and kissing along his collarbone and up to his neck. She just wanted to be surrounded by his scent and that heat. Gosh his skin was soft…so pale. It probably tasted good, too. Hermione parted her lips a bit as she kissed just under his jaw. His fingers tightened around her arms as she began to suck gently on the side of his neck. "Mmm," she moaned. He did taste good. Salty from dried sweat, but good.

"H…Hermione," Draco breathed.

"Mmm?"

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That blond hair was silky and it tickled slightly as it danced along his thighs. He clutched onto a fistful of it as Lucius's warm mouth swallowed around his cock. The other hand was clinging desperately to the pillow beneath his head. He had had a few women manage to deep throat him before, but none with such ease and grace as Lucius Malfoy. After a bit of light licking at the head and a long lick up the underside of his dick, Lucius placed his mouth over it and swallowed it whole. Silver eyes watched him the entire time, telling him how much he wanted this, how much he enjoyed this.

Bloody hell.

Lucius started up a torturously slow pace. He took his mind sliding his mouth up and down that cock, looking very much as though he was savoring the taste of it. It was maddening. Lucius winced as Sirius gripping his hair a bit too tightly, but as he moaned around his throat full, Sirius figured he didn't mind it so much. Sirius wanted to buck up into that wonderful heat, to grip the man's face as he vigorously fucked his mouth. Lucius kept a firm grip on Sirius's hips, preventing this. It was sweet agony as a talented tongue massaged his cock, pleasure so great he felt like he might very well lose his mind if he didn't get to come soon.

After several long minutes of this torture, Lucius pulled off of Sirius's cock and began stroking it with his hand again, the pace a bit faster now as swollen pink lips pressed against his lightly haired thigh.

"You liked that," Lucius murmured.

"Uh-huh," Sirius gasped, removing his hand from Lucius's hair and grasping the other side of his pillow.

"Mmm…Of course you did," Lucius said, sounding amused. "Would you like to fuck me now?"

"Yes!"

"Where, Sirius? Where would you like to fuck me?"

"Anywhere."

Lucius chuckled.

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Draco grabbed Hermione's face in his hands, kissing her hard. Her lips were so full and so soft, opening easily to his questing tongue. She made a lovely whimpering noise as she pulled her body closer to his. Merlin, she tasted delicious. She felt wonderful, all soft curves and smooth skin. Draco eagerly trailed his hands down her face, neck, slowing down on her chest to grasp her full, pert breasts. Hermione moaned quietly in response.

It wasn't enough. It was nice, but it wasn't enough. The desire he felt for her was rapidly growing and spinning out of control. Something in the back of his mind rebelled against the force, wanting to go slower or wanting to stop. He wasn't sure which it was, honestly. His hands shook with the force of trying to gather some control. There was none to be found. Finally giving in, Draco groaned then reached down to grab the backs of her legs to pull her up his body. Hermione helped the process, moving with him and wrapping her legs around his waist.

His mouth moved from her lips to her neck and chest as he moved from the bathtub across the room. He was going to pin her against the nearest surface and he was going to fuck her. His cock was aching, straining against the tight confines of his trousers. He felt hot. Too hot. Bloody hell he needed to be inside of her. Soon.

"Please…oh…yes," Hermione sighed as he sucked on a particularly sensitive part of her neck. "Now," she gasped as he sat her on the bathroom counter. Her hands immediately began tugging on his robes that Draco easily shed, wasting no time in pulling his shirt over his head, as well. Her small hands reached out to run over his bare chest while Draco reached up to her dress and tugged the front as much aside as he could to free her right breast, leaning down to gently kiss her nipple. Hermione made a surprised sound as her hands moved from his chest to his back. With one hand pushing under her skirt to rub her inner thigh, the other slid under her dress to grasp the other breast in his hand while he flicked his tongue out to tease her hard nipple.

"Fuck, Draco," Hermione moaned. "Please, please, please…oh fuck!"

He sucked it into his mouth while his thumb rolled around the other. He had seen and held bigger breasts, but hers fit nicely into the palms of his hands, like they were made especially for him to hold. He had always preferred women with bigger breasts, but right now he was sure that no woman could compete with this goddess before him. He multi-tasked easily, his left hand sliding all the way up her thigh, fingers finding her panties and pushing beneath them, sliding easily between her folds. He groaned against her flesh as his fingers slid easily through her wetness. Gods, she was soaking.

"Oh God!" Hermione shrieked, hips moving forward against his hand. Her own hands moved hastily from his back to his front, arm bumping against his and moving awkwardly between their bodies to yank at the button of his trousers, eagerly pulling them down with his briefs.

Then she shoved him away.

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Sirius stared, completely transfixed as Lucius prepared himself. Sirius was sitting up, leaning back against the headboard. Lucius was kneeling in front of him on his knees, his face pressed into the mattress while one hand held one of his cheeks open while the other pressed a finger slick with lubricant into himself. This had to be the hottest thing Sirius had ever seen. Not many women seemed open to anal sex, and certainly none of them seemed to enjoy it the way Lucius did. His hips moved easily against his hand and his moans went straight to Sirius's cock. Bloody fucking hell if he didn't get to fuck this man soon he was going to go crazy. One finger was followed by another and another, stretching that pretty pink hole just for him. He watched that beautiful body swallow long, skilled fingers and licked his lips.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Without a word he reached beside Lucius for the lubricant he had used and poured some into his hands, rubbing it over his aching cock. Lucius turned his head to the side, staring eagerly at Sirius's hand working over his erection. "Mmmm," Lucius said.

Enough playing. Without a word, Sirius crawled over behind Lucius and pulled his gently pulled the fingers out, then shoved his arms aside. He sat up on his knees, reaching out to push Lucius's legs further apart, then settling down between them, groping the soft, pale globes of the other man's arse. That felt good, likely to them both if Lucius's moan was any indication.

"Fuck me," Lucius gasped.

"Gladly," Sirius said breathlessly. He used his thumbs to pry those cheeks apart, trailing one finger down to circle the well prepared hole before pressing the head of his cock against the entrance and pushing in gently. He stared down, watching as his prick disappeared into that tight channel. Lucius groaned, pushing back eagerly against him. It was so tight, felt so good, any other thought was driven out of his mind, even his previous musings of Remus walking in to find them in various positions. Sirius would have been surprised if he noticed anything else happening in the room.

"Yesss…Feels so good," Lucius groaned as Sirius thrust in to the hilt.

Sirius had never agreed with Lucius Malfoy on anything more.

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Draco landed on his arse then glared up at Hermione. His irritation left him quickly as he watched her lean her head forward to pull the haltered strap of her dress over her head, letting the top fall down to reveal her chest. The dress was so tight that the top didn't fall down very far, but it was enough for Draco. He watched hungrily as she pulled up the skirt of her dress to tug down her panties and toss them across the room. Hermione's chocolate brown eyes stared at his exposed prick in the same eager fashion, licking her lips, only flickering up to look at his face once before sliding off of the counter, down to her knees on the floor. He stayed propped up on his arms, watching as she crawled predatorily towards him, breasts swinging enticingly beneath her.

Hermione Granger was the perfect woman. There was no doubt in Draco's mind about that. She looked like an animal and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. He needed to fuck her. He felt like he could very well die if he wasn't inside of her soon.

He swallowed hard as Hermione drew closer, dipping her head to lick slowly along the length of his cock before crawling over his body and kissing him deeply. Draco reached down to grab her skirt and hitched it up again, grabbing the entire dress in his hands, holding it around her middle so that his favorite parts of her were exposed to his gaze. Hermione licked at his lips once last time before pushing herself up.

If she hadn't have let it slip a few days ago that she was a virgin, he might not have been able to guess. She moved too seductively, too confidently to have so little experience. Draco hissed pleasurably as she grabbed his cock, stroking it experimentally for a moment, then holding it upright while she moved her hips into position. She shifted around for a moment, letting the head of his dick slide up and down her slit, coating it in her sweet wetness. He moved his hands, ready to drop her skirt and grab her hips to shove right up into her. Hermione moved him back down to her entrance before he had a chance to do much and began to sink down on top of him.

"Oh sweet mother of Merlin," Draco groaned as he was enveloped in that tight, wet heat. Her free hand grabbed his hip, her nails digging hard into his skin. He hissed at the pain, then groaned in pleasure. He barely noticed the twitching or wincing of pain, the sharp intakes of breath, the whimpering, or anything that revealed how much it hurt Hermione as he stretched her and broke through her barrier too quickly, too roughly.

"Oh," Hermione groaned, biting her lip once she was fully seated. Draco humped up, urging her to move. Gods it felt so good to be in her. Despite her pain, the bond needed them to move. Her body lifted of its own accord, starting a fast pace as she planted her hands on his chest. It hurt, yes, but she had never felt so safe or so complete in her life as she did with Draco fully buried inside of her. She needed him so much, so much that nothing else in this world mattered except doing this with him. His hips bucked up easily into hers, meeting the desperate pace of her hips flawlessly.

They worked perfectly together.

They were made for each other.

"Oh God," Hermione moaned as the pain lessened and her pleasure increased. Draco grasped her hips as she moved, urging her down harder onto him. Hermione whimpered happily as she followed his direction. Every inch of her body felt amazing, her mind far off in a state of complete bliss. "Oh God…yes…"

There was nothing more satisfying than the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of her, stretching her and filling her deeply and completely. While their bodies joined, it was as if everything that they were, physically and otherwise, touched and mingled, completing each other entirely. It was more than just physical pleasure, it was an intense feeling of being whole for the first time in her life, having never realized until now that something very big was missing. Every wall that she had ever created, intentionally or unintentionally, fell to pieces and welcomed every bit of Draco into her. She could feel her magic tingling deep within her as warmth spread to every inch of her body. Hot tears blurred her vision. Her heart felt so full and overwhelmed she thought she might sob, but she laughed instead, the sound turning into a long moan by the end of it.

The same powerful feelings stormed through Draco and for the moment, at least, he wondered if he was falling in love. He had never experienced anything so pleasurable or so painful in his life. His hands slid from her hips, up her sides, and around to cup her breasts in his hands.

"You're so beautiful, Mione…God, you're so beautiful and perfect…Fuck, you're perfect. Fuuuuuck," he groaned.

"Draco…Oh God…oh God, oh God, oh…oh…oh," Hermione moaned.

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"Yes! There! Fuck me…Oh Merlin, fuck me harder!"

Sirius gritted his teeth and happily obeyed Lucius's orders. His hands gripped the other wizard's hips tightly as he drove as fast and hard as he could into the willing body beneath him. The harsh sounds of flesh hitting flesh, of his balls slapping against Lucius's arse, filled the room with their harsh breathing, Sirius's grunts, and Lucius's begging, moaning, and demands. Sweat poured all down his body and his legs and hips ached from all of the exercise they were getting. He had never been able to be this rough with anyone, but Lucius seemed to revel in it. Honestly, some part of him was enjoying it on more than an aroused level. He was venting out every pain and frustration from Remus and his own hatred of Lucius through their fucking. Plus it felt damn good.

Lucius's arm snaked beneath him, fisting his own dick furiously. "Fuck!" Lucius growled, arse clenching tightly around Sirius. He slid his hands down the man's thighs, rubbing the skin there for a moment before clawing his way up them, causing Lucius to hiss and jerk in pleasure as he came. He watched Lucius slump down into the mattress and he resumed his grip on the man's hips, drilling in and out, feeling so close…so very, very close.

Sirius groaned loudly as he came, short nails digging deep into Lucius's flesh, hips pressed as firmly against the man as possible. The pleasure was blinding, and almost too intense for any level of comfort. He panted loudly as he finished, pulling out of Lucius and collapsing onto the bed. Lucius turned to smirk at him.

"You may be a Gryffindor…a blood traitor…and a complete disgrace to your family…but you have enough talent to more than make up for it. Very good work," Lucius muttered.

Sirius might have been tempted to punch him if it wasn't so comfortable where he was or so tired.

"Same to you," he panted.

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Hermione stopped, arms and legs winding tightly around Draco as he moved. He held her hips as he moved, sitting up on his knees then began to bounce her up and down on his dick.

"Fuck me…yes…oh yes…fuck me, fuck me," Hermione moaned.

Hermione clung to him desperately as he ducked his head slightly to latch onto a nipple. Her nails clawed at his back desperately. She could hardly stand how she was feeling. It felt so good…it felt too good. She whimpered pathetically as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Please, please, please," she babbled. "Need…fuck…please…oh Draco…please, please! Oh…oh…OH! OH!"

Draco's mouth moved from her breast, up to her neck, shivering as her inner walls clamped down around him, her body clutching onto him for dear life as she came. His grip on her tightened, as well. He was so close…so very, very close. He continued bouncing her up and down on him for a moment longer before slowly maneuvering them onto the ground so that she was now on her back and he lifted her legs up as high and wide as he could. Hermione trembled as he entered her again, bracing his hands on either side of her face, pounding into her harder than before.

"GOD, YES! YES! YES! YES!" Hermione shouted, fingers digging into her own hair and tugging the golden brown strands out of the style Narcissa had worked so hard on that morning.

He was almost there. Draco slid his arms under her, burying his face in her neck before thrusting as deeply inside of her as he could, groaning loudly as he finally came. Hermione wrapped her arms and legs securely around him and closed her eyes. Both breathed deeply, trying to catch their breath together, their hearts pounding away madly in unison.

After a few minutes of this position, Draco slowly lifted his head to place a soft kiss to Hermione's lips that she responded to lazily. The heat was gone, but the comfort remained and neither was in any hurry to move away.

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Lily and Remus stood in the hallway, the silence ringing loudly in their ears. Lily gaped in complete shock at the bathroom door, having heard the last few minutes of their coupling. She had known the two were trying to get along better, but she had no idea it was to that point! Her green eyes slowly turned to Remus, who hadn't seemed to notice Hermione and Draco at all. He was still staring blankly at the door that led to the bedroom that Sirius and Lucius occupied. They had finished only a minute or two before the teenagers. With a frown, Lily walked over to slide her arm through his and placed a kiss to the side of his arm.

Remus noticed nothing. Nothing but the pain imbedded deeply in his heart. He felt cold. Very, very cold despite the warmth of the day. He knew he should probably move before anyone came out, but he couldn't. He couldn't remember how to function right at all.

Seeming to realize this, Lily slowly tugged on his arm and Remus blindly followed her back downstairs. A few people were asking where the others had disappeared to, but everyone else was having too much fun to care enough to go looking.

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Author's Note: So THIS is my longest chapter yet. Dunno what possessed me lol! Hope it was enjoyable. This is also another case of waking up early to post this, so if the a/n sounds weird…know that I am too tired to pay attention to anything xD

Big thanks so much to my beta Dani!
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