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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Snape was an even bigger arse in class than usual, which was saying a lot. Poor Neville looked like he might die from fear with how nasty he was being. Even some of his precious Slytherins looked concerned. Harry, however, was furious. It took all of his self control to not just stand up and announce to the class he had had his cock up their horrid professor's arse last night. That morning he had woken up feeling guilty about the whole thing but, when Snape set him off again, he couldn't help but recall the event fondly. This was Snape's own fault. He wouldn't have had to deal with anything if he could just calm down instead of blowing up over every miniscule thing.

"Well, maybe he has a bad history with…that sort of thing," Hermione told Harry when he described the events of the night before to her. It was after Potions class during a free period where the two friends were sitting by the lake with their homework.

"Maybe," Harry muttered. "Or maybe he was just too stubborn to enjoy himself."

"Maybe," Hermione relented hesitantly. "I just don't see why you two can't go about this in a more practical manner."

"Like trying to get along?" Harry snorted. "I'd be up for it if I thought he could be civil for one minute."

"I'm sure he could if you gave it a shot," Hermione said exasperatedly. "He's…He's sort of set in his ways, isn't he?

"It doesn't matter, Hermione," Harry snapped. "I'm not going to bend over backwards for him on the off chance that he can be friendly. From what I've seen, he's too set in his ways to have any hopes of changing. And I'm not going to be his bitch, Hermione! He needs someone to stand up to him. If he doesn't like it, then that's too damn bad. I can't make him like me but I will make him understand that I am not his slut."

He had to stop talking after that, feeling his emotions swarming up on him. His jaw tightened, eyes stinging, threatening to form tears. Harry was not going to get this upset over it all again. But he remembered too well how awful Snape made him feel. How he still made him feel. That his future could be comprised of nothing but this, of fighting Snape and being made to feel like dragon dung because of his own soul mate? It was beyond frustrating. It was angering and hurtful. Letting Snape make him feel that way was not an option. He was going to be strong and he would stand up for himself, no matter what.

"Oh Harry," Hermione said sadly. She set aside her Ancient Runes book, scooted closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I love you. Just be careful, alright? I don't want you doing anything stupid."

"Me? Doing something stupid?" he asked innocently.

"Shut up," Hermione giggled. She sobered up not long after and sat up to look at him seriously. "Just remember. No matter how vile Professor Snape can be…He's still a member of the Order. He spies on Death Eaters at the risk of his own life and has for many years. He helped your parents escape that prison, remember? There's…something good in him. Somewhere. Considering you're his soul mate, I'm sure that you of all people can find it. All you need to do is remember that there is a good man inside of that…admittedly tough exterior."

"Bloody arsehole of an exterior," Harry muttered.

"Can't hurt to try, can it?" Hermione pointed out.

"You've met him, right?"

Hermione cleared her throat and tried her best not to smile. Harry just grinned and continued on with his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. It was interesting. Sirius had them all creating their own essay using the latest chapters covered. They would write questions they thought would be good on an exam, Sirius would look over them to make sure they were good, then he'd hand the exams back out for someone else to take. It was a fun game of trying to come up with the most difficult questions for someone else to answer, hoping theirs would be given to someone they didn't like, and really did help people learn the book better. Since coming up with hard questions meant actually reading the material to find those sorts of things, it made everyone read and actually pay attention a lot more than they usually did. Harry spent two hours creating the ultimate Defense essay that could only be rivaled by Hermione's. Maybe, if he asked nicely, Sirius would actually give his to Nott, Crabbe, or Goyle.

Eventually, Neville caught up with them to tell them that Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures had been cancelled due to one of Hagrid's jarveys decided to eat all of Pomfrey's Viper Vines as well as the honking daffodils. He decided to join them for their study group, which eventually turned into a discussion about future careers choices once Hermione had finished all of her own homework. Harry and Neville, who had once been determined to follow in their parents' footsteps of becoming Aurors, were now not so sure, while Hermione couldn't decide which department of the Ministry of Magic she wanted to work in. Harry had a lot less flattering things to say about the Minister for Magic as well as the Ministry itself while Hermione defended her choice in that she wanted to make a difference in the world.

It was dinnertime before they knew it and, as he had been the past few days, Harry sat with Hermione and Neville. It irritated Ron but Harry was still upset with him from when he heard of how Ron had been treating Hermione. The Weasleys were known for having fiery tempers, particularly among the two youngest, but Ron could be a right idiot when it came down to things. Why Hermione and Ginny were avoiding each other was something Harry wasn't too sure about but he couldn't get answers out of either of the women and, honestly, had more to worry about than dealing with them. Instead, he focused on enjoying a meal with his friends, actually managing to have fun and not think about anything remotely serious. This was what most seventh years should be doing, likely were doing. It seemed like it had been such a long time since he last laughed this much.

The fun ended too soon. Neville and Hermione shot him sympathetic smiles as he gathered his strength then headed to the dungeons. Snape hadn't shown up for dinner so, hopefully, the man wouldn't be there at all. Maybe he had been called away to Voldemort. Harry wondered if he would know everything when Voldemort called his Death Eaters or not, especially since he now had a bond with both the Dark Lord and Snape. He wasn't sure he even hoped Snape was gone to him. Maybe he didn't like the potions master in the slightest but he didn't wish torture and death upon the man. At least not in any literal sense. He had thought it before. Just last night, in fact. The idea of Snape actually getting hurt though…That bothered him.

Not that Snape deserved his sympathy. The man was too proud to even desire it. Harry tried to push Snape to the back of his mind for the rest of the walk. He was going to be forced to spend possibly hours with the man either glaring, yelling, or trying to shag him. Wasting any more thought on Snape was the last thing he needed, especially after such a relatively good day.

Harry half expected, half hoped to find Snape's office empty when he entered. Instead, he was in for the surprise of his life. He, immediately, looked away from the scene but, hesitantly, looked back, as though some magnetic force was pulling his attention back to what was happening. For a few very long minutes, Harry stood gaping at the scene before him, trying to comprehend what was there. Malfoy Sr. with his trousers around his ankles, expensive dark gray robes laying in a heap nearby, his pale and graceful body leaning over Snape's desk while said professor was fucking him ruthlessly. Once the initial shock wore off, Harry attention was arrested by the violent grace with which they moved. Lucius Malfoy was a truly beautiful man, once Harry could see past what an utter arse he was. His skin was smooth, pale, and unblemished, where Harry could see it, bare flesh exposed with what clothes he wore bunched around his ankles or far up his chest. Long, silky, pale blond hair swung perfectly around him as Lucius tossed his head to one side, revealing the look of pure delight and lust on his face. The way he pressed back against Snape, the pleading noises he made, the way he grasped desperately at the surface beneath him, everything about him was just so…sexy. Merlin this was good. This was better than any of those magazines the other boys had sneaked into their dorm rooms! Even the gay magazines Dean had bought out of curiosity that Harry had nicked didn't even compare to this. This was just…real. And it was good!

Somehow looking at Snape was better than looking at Lucius. Snape still wasn't attractive at all. He had long, wiry limbs with deathly pale skin, uneven and yellowed teeth as well as greasy, unkempt hair. Plus his nose was too big and hooked. His lips were too thin. There was a lot about Snape that was just wrong. That included his penis, which seemed a bit too big. It looked like a monster! Between how angry and strong his erection looked as it slid in and out of Lucius's body and the look of intense concentration on Snape's face, he sort of looked furious, actually, Snape was a scary sight. It should have been comical, how homicidal Snape looked while fucking Lucius and how much Lucius seemed to be enjoying it. Harry was far from amused and was, instead, very glad he had worn the robes he had to hide his growing arousal at the sight of them. His could barely take his eyes away from Snape but, when he did, he licked his lips and immediately seemed to meet Lucius's amused gaze.

Lucius moaned, winked at Harry, then glanced over his shoulder at his lover. "Severus, did you…oh yes…you ah…fuck…Did you for…yes…there…Merlin yes!"

"Why are you attempting to talk?" Snape growled.

"I think you may have forgotten to lock the door," Lucius breathed, then closed his eyes, sliding back into that state of bliss as he moaned happily, surrendering himself back to the feeling of being fucked. Harry envied him. It had been days since Snape last fucked him! He almost regretted not just giving in to Snape last night. Almost. It was hard to focus too much on that when the sight before him was still so distracting.

Snape finally glanced at him, swore under his breath, reached over Lucius for his wand, and flicked it about until Harry was dragged a few feet into the room, the door was closed and locked, and Silencing charms were placed up. "You're early, Potter," Snape said calmly, slowing down his thrusting.

"Erm…No…I'm not," Harry said, glancing away from the two of them, blushing furiously. Without thinking about it, his eyes trailed back to them only moments later. "Check the time."

"Do you know how to knock?" Snape hissed, cursing again as he pulled out of Lucius and pulled up his trousers. Lucius glared at Snape then at Harry before standing up to rearrange himself moodily.

"Do you know how to lock the door?" Harry shot back irritably, face burning up even worse now. They had stopped and the spell was broken, leaving Harry feel horribly embarrassed for having been caught watching them. Even more than that, he was upset by Snape's attitude and disturbed by the scene he had walked in on. Why was Snape even fucking Lucius, anyway? Hadn't Lucius had enough when he supposedly had sex with Sirius? The anger replaced his awe and confusion so suddenly he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself other than stand there feeling like an idiot.

"This is your professor's office, Mr. Potter, and you would do well to be respectful and show that you have some manners. Though seeing the sort of swine your father was and still is, I find it unsurprising that you and your twit of a sister have less than commendable conduct."

"Do not talk about my father or my sister that way, you git!" Harry snapped. He was finding it hard to remember how he had ever felt guilty over anything he had done to this man! Surely Snape deserved the very worst anyone could give, plus some!

"Twenty points from Gryffindor," Snape barked.

"Oh, so I know what this is about," Harry said heatedly.

"Oh? What is this about?" Snape drawled, a dangerous glint in his black eyes. Lucius was looking on in amusement.

"Obviously you had to sit here and shag someone else to get over the fact that you let me shag you last night," Harry snapped without thinking. "So now you have to act like an even bigger arse than usual to make yourself feel like a man again."

How Snape managed to get paler was beyond Harry's understanding. He only knew how wide his eyes had gotten, sensing the fury boiling beneath it. What was distracting was Lucius's laughter. "Tell me the boy is joking, Severus. You bottomed? That must have been a first."

Snape's face turned an angry red, his eyes narrowing at Lucius. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" he demanded.

"I should probably pay Black a visit, since you so rudely stopped before I was finished," Lucius sniffed. "No matter. I find this incredibly humorous and worth my time."

"Get out," Snape hissed.

"Was I really your first?" Harry asked in surprise. He wasn't sure how to feel about that piece of information. Snape didn't seem the type to bottom but Harry had assumed he had before. If he was gay and all. What was the point of being gay if you just did with the same sex what you could do with the opposite sex? Maybe he was just bisexual or something. But, even then…Harry wasn't sure what to think about this at all. Part of him felt some smugness at Snape's obvious discomfort and embarrassment, while the bigger part of him felt rotten. The subject should have never come up. He had known last night how uncomfortable Snape was and to say it in front of someone else…No matter how much of a git Snape was…

Well…he was rather horrible…

"My affairs are no concern of yours, Potter!" Snape snapped. "Lucius, do not make me say it again!"

"Very well," Lucius replied. "Good evening to you both." With an exaggerated bow, he lazily unlocked the door and let himself out.

"How dare you!" Snape hissed.

"Look, I…" Harry began, though he wasn't entirely sure where he wanted to go with it. It started out as an apology but, as he began speaking, he wasn't sure he wanted that. Maybe it was mean, but it was no worse than what Snape did on a daily basis. The man was cruel to everyone, had been for years, and got away with being a bully for far too long. Then he wanted to insult his family out of nowhere? Not to mention the fact that he was fucking Lucius Malfoy! It would do him some good to be put in his place! No one else seemed to have it in them to do it. Maybe no one else had the ability. Would it be so wrong to exploit this? To be able to knock the man down a peg or two? It was about time someone did.

"What we do, Potter, is not to become public knowledge. Details of my personal life are mine and mine alone to share, should I wish, and I do not wish to share with anyone. You truly are your father's son, aren't you? Belittling those at every opportunity that crosses your path. Humiliating those you believe to be beneath you."

"I never…!"

"I'm. Not. Finished," Snape said dangerously, eyes narrowed in such a way that gave Harry pause. "You've seen the horrible tyrant your father was. I will not let you abuse…"

"Would you shut up already and stop bringing my dad into this!" Harry snapped. "That was decades ago! And I never…"

"You never what, Potter? Can you really claim innocence after your display just minutes ago?"

"It's nothing less than what you deserved, you prick! You want to talk about bullies, Snape? What the hell do you think you…"

He wasn't sure who moved first, only that suddenly they were at each other, grasping, kissing. When had that anger become desire? When had he gone from reaching out to strangle the man to grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer? Snape's hand shoved down his trousers, slick, probing at his entrance. The position was difficult, especially when his trousers were still on, but he managed to shove two fingers inside of him. It hurt like hell but Harry pressed back against them desperately. Snape's free hand moved to unbutton and unzip his trousers while Harry's moved around his arm to work the older wizard's back down while moving his mouth to that long, slender neck, kissing and biting the smooth skin.

Seconds later, he was shoved towards a wall, tripping over his own trousers in the process. Between the position and the minimal preparation, it was no surprise that the entrance was far from smooth. Both men became irritated when Snape pressed his cock against Harry's hole, unable to easily pass through the guarding muscles. Despite the pain, Harry pressed back against him, both using as much force as possible before Snape was finally able to press inside. Harry clawed at the stone wall in response to the pain while he cried out his success at finally having Snape inside of him. Eager hands grasped his waist, holding him still and using him as leverage while Snape struggled to move inside of him for a few long minutes spent grasping, panting, sweating, pushing, and moaning.

Frustrated by the lack of progress, Harry, angrily, spent an entire minute pulling at his leg until it finally came free of his shoe and his pant leg, shoving his legs further apart and pressing his arse back more, trying his best to give Snape easier access. The older wizard growled his approval, shifted his own position slightly then began pounding into Harry with fervor. The hands grasping his hips moved up his ribs, smoothing across his chest before sliding down his arms sand grasping his hands, holding them firmly against the wall while his hips moved relentlessly against Harry.

It hurt too much to be pleasurable, in the traditional sense. It was too rough for any real sexual enjoyment. Their sex was satisfying to Harry in something far more vital. Having Snape's cock in him made him feel complete. There was something so rewarding about their coupling that appeased his very soul and his magic more than his body. Despite the physical ache of the intruding member ripping through his flesh, every inch of Harry's skin tingled with life and energy. The touch of his soul mate fulfilled him entirely, regardless whether or not the actual act of being fucked felt good.

Even through the hurt, Harry managed to come without his prick ever being touched. He cried out, entirely consumed by the feel of a contented bond, some liquid delight flooding through every inch of him. He slumped against the wall the best he could, held up against it by Snape's tight grip as the man grunted savagely, continuing to use his sore body. Harry didn't mind. While Snape moved, he hummed quietly, still enjoying the feel of the man's thickness sliding in and out of him, like some missing piece of him being reintroduced to his body. It wasn't much longer before Snape was coming as well, collapsing against him. The two slowly slid down to the floor, catching their breath, completely drained of energy. Sex without the bond had never left him this tired. They had only done it a few times without the bond, but Harry already noticed the difference as he lay on the floor, eyes shut and unable to open, not caring that he fell asleep in his professor's office.

"Potter. Get out," Snape grunted.

"…'tention," Harry muttered.

"You can serve it another day," Snape said drowsily. "Remove your person from my office. I am in no mood to deal with you any longer than is strictly necessary."

"I…"

"I'm done with you, Potter. Your presence is no longer required."

The comment stung. Harry knew exactly what his teacher was attempting to do. Snape was purposefully trying to get a rise out of him, trying to make him feel like he was nothing more than a whore. To be used and discarded at Snape's every whim. Harry fought through his exhaustion to sit up, turn then glare at Snape.

"So it is what this was about, wasn't it?" he taunted.

"I do not know what you're babbling about, Potter, and I have no desire for such knowledge. Get out," Snape snarled. Despite claiming not to know what Harry was talking about, the look in those black eyes told Harry that he lied. Maybe Snape wasn't sure, but he had an idea. And he was right.

"You're trying to reassert your manhood by fucking me and by fucking Malfoy. Are you going to do this every time I shag you?" Harry snapped, grabbing the wall to help him stand up.

"There will not be another time," Snape growled.

"Oh I think there will be," Harry retorted. "If it bothers you so much then we can always sit and talk, the way Professor Dumbledore wants us to. Or we can let the bond…mess with us again."

"You enjoy being having my cock in your arse, Potter. I don't see why you insist on anything else," Snape hissed.

"Yes but being in your arse is so much better than having yours in mine," Harry spat.

It wasn't true, but Harry hoped with everything that he was that Snape believed it. Shagging Snape wasn't so bad, really. He liked it a lot. But being shagged was loads better. Perhaps the afterglow had been ruined by Snape, but he still remembered how amazing he had felt only moments ago. Even without the bond driving them, the sex had been good. It was Snape's vile tongue that made everything go sour. Harry would not stand for it. Not for anything. Snape gave in once before, he would do it again.

Part of him hated himself for feeling as though he was punishing Snape. But could he let the man punish him this way? Until Snape could treat him like a human being, Harry was going to have to be the bad guy.

"Why you little…" Snape began.

"Not so little, thanks," Harry retorted coldly, reaching down to pull up his trousers. "My turn next time."

He couldn't remember ever seeing so much hatred in Snape's eyes before. Harry reached for his wand as Snape approached him. Snape looked ready to hit him. It would have been welcome. Physical fighting would have been a wonderful relief to all of this frustration that the man inspired. Their bond, however, had other ideas. Before either had realized the change in their feelings, they were tearing at each other's clothes again, Harry eagerly bending over the desk while Snape slid back inside of him. All exhaustion was forgotten, the energy of their anger feeding their desire. Thoughts of revenge were driven away as the potions master drove into his student's body. Malicious words were replaced by moans, cries, and pleas for more.

Not long after Harry left them at dinner, Ron approached to apologize to Hermione. To his credit, he did seem sincere, but Hermione was too upset with him to be so easily forgiving. Luckily, sweet Neville was able to pull her away before she could say anything too nasty to him. She was almost regretful upon seeing the saddened face of the redhead as Neville pulled her away. Almost.

Since Harry was serving detention, Hermione and Neville decided to walk the corridors until curfew. She explained why Ron was apologizing and he listened, offering wise, friendly advice whenever she had gotten it all off her chest. When she was done, Neville expressed his own concerns about Cedric. The poor boy was worried about whether or not he made the right decision in asking Cedric out. Then worried about the fact that he had yet to get a response about it. After that, fussing at himself for being worried when he had only sent the letter yesterday. Add to that, he was wondering what Cedric's response would be, concerns over the reactions of his classmates when the news of his sexuality really spread, then hating himself again for worrying about it so much. Over the years, Neville had grown from a shy, forgetful boy into a strong, quiet young man who often carried this air of peacefulness around him and played the part of settling arguments between friends. Seeing him so worked up over this was strange, at first, though Hermione eventually realized it was perfectly understandable and tried to do her best to think of a solution.

"Don't worry what anyone else has to say, Neville," Hermione assured him when he finally took a breath, his long winded explanation finally over. "I know it's easier said than done but you know you have the support of your friends and that's all that really matters."

"Do I?" Neville asked quietly. "I mean, you and Ginny are great about it. I'm…I'm fairly certain Harry wouldn't mind…"

"Harry knows and it doesn't bother him," Hermione assured him.

"Yeah. Well, there's that," Neville said. "But I mean…What about my Gran? And then Ron…"

"Ron's a hotheaded, thoughtless prat," Hermione ranted, having to catch herself at the look Neville shot her. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, she managed to calm herself down enough to go on. "But…He is loyal. It might not be…very easy with him, at first…but he always comes around. He's…he really is a very good friend to those who have the patience to wait on his good qualities to shine through."

Neville's lips curled up into a soft smile, causing Hermione to grudgingly smile as well. "Yes, yes, I know. He's not always a git. But I'm not ready to forgive him just yet, okay?"

"Alright," Neville said. "Maybe Ron will get over it. But everyone else…"

"Let me put it this way," Hermione said, coming to a stop. Neville stopped and turned to face her. "If someone cannot accept you as you are, they were never your friend to begin with. Understand? So, to all of those who will think it bad, you can just forget about them! You're better off, anyway."

"Right," Neville said, though he didn't sound as though he fully believed it at all.

"Anyway," Hermione said. "Cedric is a great man. You know that, that's why you care about him so much! Even if he doesn't return your feelings, you know he will be very gracious about the whole thing. He won't be cruel at all, he'll let you down easy, and…He's so kind, Neville! You shouldn't worry about him at all."

"Well I know that…only…I don't know, Hermione. I just…I want things to work out. Even if he's very nice about the whole thing, it would still be embarrassing! And it would…it would hurt, you know. I…I really want him to return my feelings. I know it's a long shot, but…"

"Don't say that! Why wouldn't he return your feelings?"

"He might not even be g…you know!"

"Well, yes, there's that."

"Then…"

"No, no 'then', Neville! If there is any reason, that's the only one! You're wonderful. Cedric's a very lucky man to have your affection."

"Affection," Neville said in amusement.

"Don't laugh at my word choices! I'm trying to make you feel better."

"Well, you're amusing me. That makes me feel better."

"Shut up, you!"

"So?"

"So? Oh, right! Let's see, where was I? Oh, yes! I'm sure Cedric will write back as soon as he is able! He's training to be a Healer, though, so I'm sure he's very busy at the moment. I understand your concerns, though. I was a nervous wreck when…when…Well, when I first became interested in Ronald. It's natural. Only…Well, I have to urge you to at least try to calm down. I'm always here for you and…well, I suppose Ginny is, too. And Harry! Just come to us if you need us. Then we have NEWTs this year! You really should be more focused on studying than writing love letters…"

"Hermione…"

"Sorry! I know, I know. Just…relax a little. Everything will turn out just fine."

Neville sighed heavily. "If you say so."

"What? You don't believe me?"

"It's a hard thing to believe!"

"Well at least try to have faith that things will be okay."

"I'll try. Speaking of which…How are things with your soul mate?"

Hermione hesitated then continued walking. The subject of Draco Malfoy was not one she was very willing to discuss. He was her soul mate, the father of her baby, and apparent love interest of her best friend! How closely her life resembled a soap opera at the moment. She shook her head as she folded her arms over her chest. "They're…fine, I suppose. We haven't spoken much lately. Because of school, you know. And my accident," Hermione replied. "We…we did discuss our relationship, though. And the baby."

"And?"

"Well. He wanted me to marry him but I said no. Seeing as we're not in love."

"How do you feel about him?"

The knowing look in Neville's eyes didn't appease her at all. Hermione wished she could forget she had even seen it. Merlin! Neville knew. Well, what did Neville know? She wasn't in love with Draco. Her feelings for him were just a tad confusing at the moment.

"I don't know," Hermione replied honestly. "It does bother me that he's so…interested in Ginny now, but…that could be any number of things! It doesn't even really matter, does it? The way it looks to be going, he and Ginny will be an item soon."

"It does matter," Neville assured her, reaching out to take her hand to give it a small squeeze. "It would help to know, I think. Before anything happens."

"Why? So I can 'stop' them?" Hermione scoffed. "I won't do that. Ginny's my friend. I don't have any claim on Draco. I might be carrying his child and may be his soul mate, but they don't mean anything. Not if he doesn't feel something for me. So if…if he and Ginny would be happy together, then…Well then…"

Neville watched her patiently, still holding her hand as they walked. Hermione swallowed hard, letting the words trail off, forgetting any intention of continuing her statement. She couldn't say it. Didn't want to say it. Didn't want it to be true. She would gladly give Draco and Ginny her blessing to date! Why shouldn't they? They obviously cared about each other. Sure, it was a bit hurtful and embarrassing that two people with such pivotal roles in her life had feelings for each other. But that was all it really was. If she did have feelings for Draco, they weren't strong enough to mean anything. Besides, wasn't it only natural to have some sort of delusion of romantic feelings for him? They were having a baby. They were bonded, for Merlin's sake! It was natural. It was all psychological so, eventually, her heart and mind would come to agreement then everything would be just fine!

She liked to believe so. Still, nothing really prepared her for seeing Draco and Ginny together again. They were walking down the corridor, heading towards where Hermione and Neville were. The moment she spotted them, her eyes shifted away immediately, pulse racing, worried they had seen her noticing them. Quickly, she made work of lacing her fingers through Neville's, walking a bit closer to him. He shot her a confused look that melted into realization when he noticed the pair, as well. Draco and Ginny for their part were too busy laughing at something or other to see them at first. Hermione really did not want to deal with them, but at the same time, not even being seen by them, would be all the worse.

"Hi, Ginny. Malfoy," Neville said.

Her knight in shining armor, he was.

"Oh! Hi, Neville! Hermione," Ginny said, her smile fading somewhat upon seeing Hermione. "What are you two doing?"

Draco's eyes narrowed in on their joined hands. It gave Hermione enough confidence to calm down slightly, approaching the situation easily. She forced herself to smile, walking closer to the two.

"We were just taking a walk together," Hermione said. "That's what friends do, isn't it?"

"Oh, right. That's what we were doing, too," Ginny said.

The pair had been linked at the arms so Hermione caught the movement of Draco's hand easily as he reached down to take Ginny's hand in his own. The redhead sent him a surprised look but quickly turned back to Hermione with an uncertain smile. Hermione forced herself to smile back, trying hard not to stare at their linked hands or focus too much on the tight, uncomfortable feeling it created in her chest.

"I'm a bit surprised to see you out," Draco said coolly. "It's almost curfew, Head Girl."

"You would know, Head Boy," she replied, tone a bit quieter and a bit less teasing than she had hoped.

"Yes, well…that's why I was walking Ginevra back to Gryffindork Tower," Draco replied, grinning as Ginny leaned over to nudge him for making fun of their house. The gesture wasn't lost on Hermione. While it was more friendly than romantic, it still signified a closeness and intimacy that Hermione wasn't pleased by. They were too comfortable with each other. The sad part was that Hermione had been the one who encouraged them to try getting along in the first place. They had been so against it, she recalled. So unwilling to even try.

Now look at them.

"Well, we can always walk back with her now," Hermione said. "We wouldn't want you getting in any trouble, Draco."

Their disappointment was evident. Both opened their mouths as though to argue, glanced at each other sadly, then closed their mouths and nodded. Hermione's hand tightened around Neville's, as she sucked in a deep breath. She was not going to cry. Goddamn it, why did she even want to? Pregnancy hormones did not kick in this fast, did they? She would have to consult the books again. This was ridiculous! Her eyes stung so she blinked rapidly, hoping to keep any tears away. She barely knew how she was still standing tall, and could only think that she had Neville's hand in hers to thank for any strength she retained throughout the scene.

"Sounds good," Ginny said, though she didn't sound as though it was good at all.

"Well…Goodnight, then," Draco said reluctantly. He stood there a moment longer than necessary, then let go of Ginny's hand and walked away. Quietly, Ginny and Hermione watched him go while Neville watched them.

"Are…are you okay, Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"We should probably talk."

Without even needing to be told, Neville let go of her hand, gave her a pat on the back then walked ahead of them. Hermione couldn't force herself to look at Ginny, though she felt the weight of her friend's worried gaze on her. It took a few seconds to get herself to move, motioning for Ginny to follow her. Why had she brought this up? She didn't want to talk about it at all. There was nothing to talk about!

"Is this about Draco?" Ginny asked nervously.

"Yes."

"Because nothing's going on."

"Please don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying! I swear! There's nothing going on. I wouldn't do that to you."

"Do what to me, exactly?"

"What do you mean?"

"What wouldn't you do to me?"

"You know!"

"So you and Draco aren't together because of me?"

"Well…I don't know! We haven't really discussed things. I just…Well. I dunno, Mione! He's your…You know!"

"But what does it matter?"

"What do you mean 'what does it matter'?"

"Well, soul mates don't…"

"Have to be romantically involved, yes, I know. That's why Blaise and I haven't jumped each other's bones. That's what everyone keeps saying. Frankly, I'm tired of hearing it."

"Well, because of the assumptions about what these relationships should be like, everyone feels the need to remind others that things don't have to be that way. And they don't."

Ginny frowned. "Well, I know. But he is the father of your baby."

The two girls lapsed into silence, only the sounds of their feet hitting the stone floors echoing through the empty corridors. Her feelings were all confused now. There was guilt for being the reason that Ginny and Draco weren't together, then happiness that they weren't together. There was hope that things never would happen, then confusion over why it mattered to her in the first place. Maybe Draco was the father of her baby, but what claim did that truly give her? Unless Draco had feelings for her there was no point to it. As long as he was a good father to their child, what more could she really want?

"Do you like him, Ginny?"

"Don't ask me that, Hermione."

"As if that didn't answer my question," Hermione said coldly. It was true then. As if she hadn't known that much.

"Look, don't get mad at me!" Ginny snapped. "I haven't done anything."

"I know, I believe you."

"Then stop…being like this!"

"I'm not being like anything. Look, just say it."

"Say what? No! What does it even matter?"

"It matters. I just…I need to hear you say it."

Ginny huffed, glared at a wall, and seemed to mull over the idea. The time she spoke, her voice was tight, as though she was struggling to remain calm and polite. "Fine. I like Draco. Happy?"

No. She was actually sort of miserable.

"Do you think he likes you?"

Ginny said nothing for a few minutes. Hermione was too scared of the answer to push her to speak. Eventually, though, Ginny sighed heavily and glanced apologetically at Hermione. "I have a feeling he does."

"So do I."

There was another heavy silence between them. She didn't really know what to say or do. Every step she took, every word she spoke was done as though fighting the weight of the world to do so. It was easier to just let it all go but Hermione knew, deep down, that this was something she had to do. Screaming and hexing would have been preferable to this. Seeing Draco with Ginny would be hard. How could she truly feel happy for her best friend when seeing her with him would be so…heartbreaking? It would be wrong of her to keep them apart, though, when they so obviously cared for each other.

"I think you should…" Hermione said, trailing off without finishing the sentence. She didn't want to say it. It hurt too much. Tearful eyes found the opposite wall as Ginny's gaze found her questioningly. Mentally berating herself, Hermione made quick work of blinking away the tears. She had dealt with the pain of Ron breaking her heart. She could handle letting Draco go. Besides, he had never really been hers to begin with. She didn't even know what she felt for him!

"I should what?" Ginny asked, voice tight, as though prepared to fight her.

"You should…be with him," Hermione finally made herself say.

"What?" Ginny hissed.

"You should go out with Draco!"

"Why?"

"Because you like him."

"So?"

"What, you need a better reason to date someone?"

"But…but he…but you…!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Yes, I know. But I'm not with Draco. I certainly can't keep him from dating other girls. I would rather…I would rather he be with someone I care about than to have some…slut on his arm. Especially if said person is going to be around our child," Hermione said wisely.

"I…But…"

"I know that…there's no guarantee of…I dunno…a big commitment," Hermione went on. And Merlin did she hope that was the case! "It might not even last until the baby's born. But, if he's interested in anyone, then I couldn't imagine a better girl for him to have feelings for. And if things do work out…" God forbid they do. "…then who better than the godmother of our son?"

"Godmother?" Ginny asked, looking as though she couldn't handle many more surprises tonight.

"Yes. Well, I know you're a bit young. But I'm a bit young to be an actual mother, you realize. Besides, who would be better for the job?"

"So…You want me to be the godmother and…date the baby's dad?" Ginny asked slowly.

Hermione laughed. Want was a bit of a strong word. "Yes."

"Oh," Ginny said. "Well…I'll think about it."

"You'll think about it?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you like him? I mean, I did just give you my blessing."

Ginny laughed. "I know. But…Well, he is going to be a father. And you're my best friend. The whole situation is a bit strange you know. Even if I do have feelings for him!"

"Oh," Hermione said. Then, after a few seconds, she laughed. The whole thing was rather odd. In her own excuses as to why a relationship between Ginny and Draco could be strange that had always come up. But she had never thought it would be something that either of them would have to think seriously about it. "Right. Of course."

"But I'll…Well, I'll let you know when I make up my mind. Before I do anything," Ginny promised, stepping closer and linking her arm through Hermione's.

"That sounds good. And you know you can always come to me if you need to talk about it," Hermione promised, feeling a bit more at ease. After all, what girl their age in her right mind would go after a guy who was having a baby with someone else? Someone else who was said girl's best friend and said boy's soul mate? Ever since being released from the infirmary she had been feeling so rotten, and for the first time Hermione was actually feeling good about things. Maybe she should have brought this up when it first started bothering her! It would have saved her loads of trouble!

Author's Note: It's been over two weeks since I posted! Omg! I've been trying, but if you liked me on FB you'd know. I've been suffering massive writer's block issues for a while and I struggled a lot with getting this chapter done. The first half took me the majority of the two weeks to get through, sometimes going days between paragraphs or even sentences. So if the chapter isn't all that great, I hope you understand why lol. My writing didn't flow as well as I had hoped, but I got it done so I'm happy. I hope it's still okay and y'all don't hate me too much
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