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A/N: Hey, everybody. First off, thank you all for your continued support and understanding. It means a lot to me, and it takes off some of the pressure to know you're all so willing to wait. I promise I'm trying to take care of myself, but it seems like I'm hit with setback after setback when it comes to my health. (And I know many of you are in the same boat.) I was doing really well for a few days, but things have regressed. I'm still writing almost every day, it's just taking me ages to get things done.
Here's a short (but important) chapter to keep things moving. The next two chapters go together, and I'd like to release them within a day or two of each other; so I intend to work on them until they're both done. That will most likely take me a while. Hope your patience holds out.
Lissa: "I can't say "sirring rod" without giggling. What does that say about me?"--It says you need multiple detentions with Snape :)
"So good. I'll have to read it again later."--Hopefully with your stirring rod :P
You're not the only one pushing for that Snape kiss. It'll be discussed in some coming chapters, but it's not going to happen for a little while.
I'm so glad you liked the chapter. And thank you again for the corrections <3
DS: "links straight to the haemorrhoidal hallway if I’m not mistaken."--Bahahahaha! Turn left at the anal annex.
"but not for ‘Squatter’s Twat’ this time?"--So much stretching so little time. (Actually there's quite a bit of time now that I think about it.) But yes, squatter's twat is far less likely than Sprained Sphincter this time around.
24—Dissonance 
“The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside . . .”—Kelly Clarkson
(Draco) 
Draco knocked on Hermione’s front door at 10:00 a.m. on the dot. She always woke before him, so she had to be up already. Although he’d tried to play it cool, he found it impossible to go the whole weekend without seeing her. Monday seemed so far away. If she didn’t smash her body up against his and hug his brains out, he was going to be completely useless. His body was missing some Hermione hormone that kept him in balance. Let me in. I’m going barmy. He knocked louder.
The door swung open, and Draco’s jaw dropped. Snape's black shirt was untucked and rumpled. He didn’t even have on his frock coat. His hair was a greasy, disheveled mess, and he had that posture of knackered relaxation that men only had after fucking. No. Draco’s stomach tightened, threatening to regurgitate his breakfast. Her shagging Severus in a foursome was fine—okay, it was just plain hot—but if she was screwing Snape at home, something more serious was going on.
Snape’s sour expression softened, and he glanced to the side, as if checking to see where Hermione was. Instead of calling out for her, he opened the door wider. “Draco.”
“I should go,” Malfoy muttered. “I didn’t know . . . she was . . . I should have owled.”
“Draco, wait.” Snape reached out to stop him. “Come in. I know she wants to see you.”
She does? Snape grabbed his arm and pulled him inside so he could shut the door. Draco was too shocked to shrug off the unexpected contact, and he definitely wasn't prepared for his godfather to grip him by the shoulders and pierce him with that penetrating black stare.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, Draco. Miss Granger cares about you. Deeply. She would be heartbroken if she thought you’d been hurt by all this.”
“All this? What’s going on?”
“She’ll be out of the shower soon, and I’m sure she’ll explain it to you.”
“Have you been shagging her this whole time?” Draco whispered.
“No,” Severus said firmly. He put his hands on either side of Draco’s face and forced him to focus. “Listen to me. This is a complicated situation, but that girl loves you.”
The intimacy of the moment was startling. Severus had never touched him like that before; hell, the man rarely touched anyone—full stop. A flare of prickly excitement climbed Draco’s spine, and an odd warmth coated his belly. No wonder his father was so keen on keeping Severus close at hand. Wait . . . did he say she loves me? “How do you know?”
“Because I saw it in her head. I don’t know what’s been going on between the two of you, but the emotion she associates with the thought of you is palpable.”
“I didn’t—“
“Severus,” Hermione called as she came down the hall, “I’m starved. Did you find the—“
She stepped into the room and froze, the words stalling in her open mouth. 
Snape released Draco’s face and nodded at her. “Look who’s come to see you. And yes, I did find the cereal.”
“Draco?” she whispered, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. “What are you doing here so early?”
When Draco didn’t answer, Snape did, “He obviously missed you. Why don’t you say good morning while I make us breakfast.”
Her hair was damp around the edges, clinging to her face and t-shirt in chestnut curlicues. She had on the same pajama bottoms Draco had seen her in a hundred times before. She looked beautiful. Just the sight of her made his heart ache.
“Draco’s had a bit of shock finding me here this morning,” Snape said, giving Hermione a pointed look. “I think you’d better be honest with him.”
Hermione took a tentative step forward. “I’m sorry, Draco. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”
Snape disappeared into the kitchen, leaving them alone. 
Draco was too blindsided to think straight. It had been an eventful forty-five seconds. He just wanted to know what was going on. “Are you seeing Severus?”
She winced. “That’s difficult to put into words.”
“Do you like him more than me?”
Hermione’s brow knitted in a stricken line of agony. “No! I like him . . . differently than you.”
“I thought you wanted to . . . see me. Seriously. Not just shagging.”
The agony transformed to woe. “I do. I love being with you, Draco. I just . . . don’t know what’s going on with me right now.”
She did want to date him? “If you want to keep having foursomes with Father and Snape, I’m okay with that; I just thought . . . you wanted . . . . Are you serious about him?”
Hermione put her hands over her eyes, but he saw her face crumpling before she could completely hide. Her voice came out muffled and wobbly behind her palms, “I don’t know how all this happened.”
Draco’s heart broke when he saw her start to crack. In just two steps, he had her in his arms. “Please don’t cry.”
Hermione buried her face in his chest and clung to his shirt. “I’m so sorry to put you through this, Draco. I honestly didn’t know what you really had in mind. I couldn’t tell if you just wanted to be friends with benefits or something more.”
Damn. If he’d just been honest with her from the start none of this would have happened. And he couldn’t blame her for being confused. How many times had he bragged about ditching some witch after a few friendly shags? How many times had he jokingly regaled her with horror stories of witches who just wouldn't leave him alone? Why would she expect anything different from him now? He had to give her something, something real, something to prove his sincerity. “I haven’t seen anyone else since that night in the library.”
She looked up at him, her eyes wet and ringed in red. “You haven’t?”
Malfoy shook his head. “Why would I need to? I had the witch I wanted.”
“Oh God,” she groaned, pressing her forehead to his heart and hugging him tightly. “I want you too. I promise I do. Let’s sit down. I’m freaking out.”
Draco took her to the couch and sat by her side, one arm around her shoulders to keep her calm. She reached over and grabbed his other hand, holding it in his lap as if she needed his touch as much as he needed hers. This was killing him—being so close but on the brink of possibly losing her. “What’s going on, Hermione? Why is Snape here if you want me?”
She sighed and tipped her head to his shoulder. “Because he has something I want too.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “I’ll bet.”
“Not that,” she said, squeezing his hand. “Well . . . sort of that . . . but . . . it’s more. I don’t know quite how to explain it, except that he gives me something I need. But you give me something I need too—it’s just a very different something. But I can’t bear the thought of losing you. If you weren’t in my life, I’d feel like a part of me was missing.”
He felt the same way about her. Imagining a world with no Hermione iced his guts like a glacier. Losing her now would destroy him. He had to be careful how he handled this. If he said the wrong thing, he’d be pushing her right into the arms of another man. “And you feel that way about Snape too?”
She nodded. “But Snape can’t give me what you give me—he can’t make me feel the way I do when I’m with you. He has his own strengths, just like you.”
“What about my father? Have you been seeing him as well?”
Her nod was barely perceptible.
Draco’s stomach sank like a stone. “Do you feel the same way about him?”
She nodded again. “He offers me something else entirely. I know this all sounds incredibly selfish on my part, and if you think I’m horrid, I’ll understand; but I don’t want to lie to any of you about how I feel.”
“So you really want to see all three of us?”
Hermione took a deep breath. “For now, yes; I think I do. I’m so confused. I go all this time dating guys I can’t connect with; then just when I’d given up on finding anyone at all, I’m bowled down by three at once. I’m still kind of in shock.”
Draco was confused too, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Snape had said. She loves me. He didn’t think Severus was lying to make him feel better; that wasn’t his style. This was Draco’s chance, and he didn’t want to ruin it now that he was so close. Of course he wished he was the only one she wanted, but hopefully, if he showed her how much she meant to him, she’d come to the same conclusion. Surely love would win her heart in the end.
“What if I give you the things that Snape and Father give you?” he suggested.
Her eyes met his, and she studied him for several seconds. Reaching up with one hand, she cupped his face and stroked his cheek. “Because then you wouldn’t be Draco—you wouldn’t be giving me exactly what it is I need from you most. You’re not lacking, Draco. Not at all. You give me the best of what you have, and that’s perfect. And it’s the same for Severus and Lucius. Because of who they are, they give me something unique that would be ruined if they tried to be something they weren’t. It’s like a trio of instruments. The cello can’t be the violin, and it would be awful if it tried. But each one plays an important part that can’t be replaced. The song would seem wrong without them.”
Draco would have to consider that. It made sense and sounded much more pleasant than what he’d been thinking. And it gave him hope. Lucius might put on a good show, but what did he really have to offer? Not much. The old man was the complete opposite of everything Hermione stood for. He’d show his true colors sooner or later, and Hermione would turn to Draco for the love and care Lucius could never provide. That just left Snape. He was a much more complicated obstacle. Draco could see why she wanted him—they had a lot in common. But bloody fucking hell, the man was as warm as a blizzard. Draco would play his part in her trio until she saw the truth of the matter. “What instrument am I?”
She smiled. “Probably the violin.”
“What about me?” Snape said from the kitchen door.
Hermione looked over. “You’re the cello.”
“What’s Lucius?” he countered.
“I don’t know. I guess the piano.”
Snape smirked. “Do you want some eggs, Miss Music? You can’t just have cereal. You need protein.”
“Uh . . . sure,” she answered. “Thank you.”
“Thank you what?” he said, suddenly sounding as if he was back in his classroom.
She blushed and looked away. “Thank you, sir.”
Draco arched an eyebrow. That was interesting.
“I’ll have your eggs done soon. Kiss Draco before he has a conniption, and I’ll call you when they’re ready.”
Hermione looked up at Draco with a hopeful smile. “Do you want to kiss me? I’ve just brushed my teeth.”
Draco smirked and trailed his fingers along her soft cheek. “You know I want to kiss you. And I always appreciate mint over bollock-flavored Hermione.”
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The pain in his chest melted as she nipped and licked her way around his mouth. How could he ever give up such sweetness? She was exactly what he wanted. If Snape and Lucius intended to get in on this deal, they were going to have to queue up behind him. They could play second fiddler all they wanted, but he intended to be first chair when it came to love.
They snogged each other into oblivion for the next ten minutes. Every time her fingers stoked the back of his head and tugged on his hair, his balls drew higher, preparing for liftoff. And the more aroused he became, the less worried he was about the whole affair.
As long as she was kissing him, everything would be all right.
“Your eggs are ready, Miss Granger. Bring Draco with you to the table if you want to keep playing with him; but I’d better see your arse in that kitchen chair in the next twenty seconds. Do you understand me, young lady?”
Hermione pulled back from Draco with a smile. “Come sit with me while I eat?”
Malfoy glanced toward the door. “What the hell’s gotten into him? What did you two do last night?”
She grinned and popped up as if she were late for something. “I’ll explain later. Come on. I don’t want to earn another spanking. My bum is sore enough as it is.”
Really? “Can I see?”
Hermione laughed. “Yes! After breakfast.”
“Just a peek now?”
“No! You’re trying to get me in trouble. I’m out of here.” She kissed his forehead and scurried off toward the kitchen, almost clipping a groggy Crookshanks in her haste.
It took Draco a minute to get his cock calm enough for safe standing. While his dick deflated, he contemplated the meaning of that eager smile on her face. She’d appeared just as ecstatic to kiss him on the couch as she had when Snape told her to get in the kitchen. Draco wasn’t sure what that meant yet, but he liked seeing that happy light dancing in her eyes. Maybe his godfather was an ally in all this.
“Come on, Draco,” she called from the kitchen. “Snape says you can check out my arse while I eat.”
Draco’s brow quirked. Hmmmm. An ally indeed.
Dissonance: Harsh, discordant, and lack of harmony. Also a chord that sounds incomplete until it resolves itself on a harmonious chord.

"The Trouble With Love Is" by Kelly Clarkson. Written by Kelly Clarkson, Even Rogers, and Carl Sturken. Released 2005. The song was featured in the Christmas romcom, Love Actually (costarring the illustrious Alan Rickman) and the video depicts Clarkson atop a building with clips of the movie interspersed throughout.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ICwfXGjVeXw
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