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Be Careful in the Dark	By : SilentCall Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 40145 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: This chapter was a long time coming, so sorry about that! For some reason, my characters have been very chatty but I'm hoping to get them naked soon. Hope you enjoy!

Hermione waved at Harry and Ron as she crossed the street. As she reached the small table, she leaned over and kissed Harry briefly on the lips. Harry looked up at her after their kiss, a smile warming his whole face. She and Harry hadn’t been faux-dating for long, but it had been surprisingly easy to put up the façade. Harry made cow-eyes at her, opened doors, held her hand as they walked, and walked her to her door. He did not, however, even hint that he should come into her apartment. In fact, he hadn’t been inside her apartment without Ron since… well, since they’d shagged. Her and Harry… not her and Ron. Hermione suppressed a shudder at the idea of her and Ron in bed together. She could just hear the row that would ensue afterward.

“How’s Bill and Fleur’s present coming along?” Ron asked, after he’d stopped making gagging motions at the other two kissing.

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Hermione rolled her eyes. The “present” was Ron’s code for the spell to destroy the horcuxes. The summer solstice approaching rapidly and Ron was nervous. “It’ll be ready for the next stage on time.” She replied.

“You let us know if there’s anything we can do to, you know, help.” Ron said. Harry snorted into his teacup. Ron glared at him.

“Well, Ron, you have your part to do, as I have mine.” Hermione said with a sweet smile. “How’s that coming along by the way?” The two of them were supposed to be digging up the next horcrux. They had found four and destroyed two; a 28% destruction rate was far too low. If the spell with the Ladies of the Lake worked, they could be certain of destroying at least two a year. It was abominably slow, but still progress. She was working on figuring out a way to speed up the process.

Ron frowned and then looked at Harry. Harry kept his eyes on his teacup but was also frowning.

Hermione sighed. “I see.”

“What if they don’t like it?” Ron fretted.

Harry shrugged and said, “well, I don’t have a better idea. Do you?”

Ron slouched in his seat and shook his head.

“How are the wedding plans coming along?” Hermione asked, this time actually meaning what she said and not speaking in code.

Ron threw his hands up in the air. “That woman is completely barking mad!”

“Fleur or Gabrielle?” Harry asked slyly.

Ron snorted. “Either! Both! Move this here, no there, no back where it came from. ‘Ronnie-kins, can fetch zee fill-in-zee-blank for me? Zank you! Oh no, wait, s'il vous plait, and fetch me half of bloody London!’ Do you know they’ve changed the seating charts like, I don’t know, a dozen times? And every time, she wants everyone’s opinion which she and her mother promptly ignore! Why does anyone get married?” Both men’s heads swiveled to look at Hermione.

She laughed and held her hands up. “If I could explain the Delacour sisters, I would. Besides, you can always skip the wedding and get right to the marriage part. Does Bill feel the same way?”

Ron snorted. “I think he’s enjoying playing the beleaguered groom. I swear he eggs her on.”

“Well, mate, it’ll be over soon.” Harry said with a grin.

“Eight weeks… eight weeks ‘til I’m free.” Ron put his hands on his face and moaned.

Hermione shook her head and grinned. “Okay guys, I have to go. Harry, will I see you later?”

Harry stuck out his lower lip, “you didn’t even eat! How can we meet for lunch if there’s no eating?”

“Sorry,” Hermione said, smiling to take the edge off her words. “I have work to do and a gift to prepare. Or, really, part of a gift. I’ll make it up at dinner.”

Harry grumbled under his breath as she stood, but turned his head to collect a brief kiss from before she left. She waved goodbye to Ron and walked away. She felt a little bad. Really, she was going to workout with Rasti and Frothy, then she was going to prep some of the work she and Severus were going to do in the next few weeks, and then she was going to do a little reading on alternative methods for horcrux destruction. The Ladies of the Lake were ready; they were formidable enchantresses and Hermione had no doubt they would give it their all. She felt a small twinge in her chest. Harry and Ron wanted the spell to work; she wanted it to work without killing all of the Ladies.

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Hermione walked into the gym and frowned. Pansy was off in one corner, hitting pads with Rasti. Those two were like oil and water and Pansy usually avoided Rastilan. She watched Pansy… Rachel… for a moment and then turned away. Her form was slightly less terrible. Rachel had been showing up to work out semi-regularly. It was weird and uncomfortable for Hermione to see the other woman there. It wasn’t like they were friends and it was pretty clear Rachel was there to flirt with Frothy. For a while, it looked like they might even be dating. But, now, Frothy was fuming over in one corner and Rachel was working out with Rasti.

Hermione shrugged and walked over to Frothy, “want to spar?”

Frothy shot a frown at Rachel and then nodded, “you warm up, and we’ll go a few rounds.”

Hermione jumped rope and tried to ignore Rachel and Rastilan. It was hard, though, since Rasti was actually trying to train Rachel. Hermione bit back a snort as Rachel dropped her guard and Rasti clipped Rachel in the head with a training pad. Rachel squawked in indignation and Rasti barked at her to keep her hands up.

After Hermione was sufficiently warmed up, she walked over to Frothy. As they squared off, Hermione asked, “you two free after this? Thought we might go get a pint. You, me, and Rasti.” She took a quick jab at his face and then danced back out of range. Frothy had a reach like gorilla and she’d end up eating a cross if she wasn’t careful.

Frothy lifted his eyebrows at her, “Probably. You don’t usually want to drink, Granger. What’s up?” His front foot shot out and Hermione twisted to one side, moving rapidly out of the way.

Hermione gave him a lopsided grin. “I’ve got a hypothetical to run past you.” She snapped a right roundhouse kick just above his knee. When he moved to block it, Hermione switched her kick, landing a solid blow with her left leg.

Frothy came at her with a serious of aggressive punches and Hermione felt her breath huff out of her as she bobbed and weaved. He still managed to land a nasty upper to her ribs. “Merlin’s balls. You and your theoretical situations.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll ask Rasti when I get a chance. He’s a bit pissed at me.”

Now it was Hermione’s turn to be surprised. Frothy took the opportunity to jab her twice in the face. Scowling, she aimed a kick right at his nuts. Frothy moved, though not fast enough to escape the whole blow. He oofed and then grinned at her.

“What’d you do to piss Rasti off?” Hermione asked, smiling back at him. Frothy was the only man she knew who could laugh at getting kicked in the balls.

His gaze flickered to Rachel. “Let’s chat about that later, yeah?”

Hermione nodded and settled down into the business of fighting.

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After a grueling work out, the three of them grabbed a booth at a pub not far from where they worked out. It was a muggle pub, which made for less interesting drinking options but an easier time making sure no one could over hear them.

Once the server set their beers down, Frothy nudged Rastilan in the ribs. “She’s got another hypothetical for us.”

Rastilan groaned and took a long pull of his beer. “You know I hate these things, Granger.”

“Blah, blah, blah.” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. Then she paused, wondering hoping she could present the situation without giving too much away.

“Well, you just gonna sit there and chew on your lip?” Rastilan barked at her.

Hermione sighed. “How would you feel if you were sleeping with someone and you didn’t know who they were?”

“Why wouldn’t I know who they are?” Frothy asked.

“They wear a disguise or many disguises.” Hermione answered. It was interesting asking this question, since, if Frothy really was dating Pansy, he was unknowingly in this situation as well.

“Kinky.” Frothy said, waggling his eyebrows and leering at her.

Rastilan looked more thoughtful. “Why are they wearing a disguise? Do I know they’re not who they appear to be?”

Hermione pursed her lips. “You know they’re wearing a disguise. It’s, you know,” Hermione flicked her fingertips in either direction, “war time. People wear disguises for stuff.”

Frothy hooted. “Sexy spy sex, ooh, can’t get much more exciting than that.”

Rasti glared at his partner. “Only in theory, you twit. In reality, it sounds scary as hell.” Rastilan paused. “Hermione, you can’t sleep with somebody you don’t know. Not in the world today. Seriously. You’ll get yourself killed.”

“This is just a theoretical situation, Rasti.” Hermoine said, shifting her gaze down. It was better if he thought she was the one sleeping with a spy.

Rastilan snorted and Frothy’s smile faded as he said, “Rasti's right, though. It’s really dangerous, even if it is crazy exciting.”

Hermione sighed. All of her amazing brain power and she’d never stopped to consider what it must be like for Severus. “Bugger.”

Frothy flagged down the server and got them another round of beer. Once the server walked away, Frothy said, “now me. Why do women always want more than you can give them?”

Hermione blinked a couple of times, unsure how to answer.

“Maybe it’s because you promise them more than you can give.” Rastilan said, curling his lip at Frothy.”

“I haven’t promised anything. That’s my point!” Now, Frothy was talking to Rastilan and Hermione felt like she was in the middle of a conversation.

“Guys, what are you talking about?” Hermione asked.

“Frothy here is leading Rachel Anderson on in a big way.” Rastilan said, jabbing one finger in his partner’s direction.

“How, exactly is he leading her on?” Hermione asked.

“They’ve been dating for weeks and he still hasn’t told her he’s never going to be serious about someone who isn’t a pureblood.” Rastilan bit the last word out.

Frothy let out a long suffering sigh. “We’re not dating. Merlin’s tits, we’ve just spent some time together.”

“Every day, Frothy. Every damn day, for weeks. You go on walks, out to dinner, to museums. Even purebloods call that dating, you git.” Rasti said and then took several gulps of beer.

“I’m still clear on why you care so much, mate.” Frothy said, shaking his head.

Rastilan’s jaw flexed but he said nothing.

“Is that true, Frothy? Could you never be serious about someone unless they were a pureblood.” Hermione asked. Her chest felt tight. This was a serious personality flaw she had not thought Frothy would possess.

Frothy shrugged and Rastilan snorted, “he’ll never go against his mother. He’s scared shitless.”

“Fuck you!” Frothy snarled at Rastilan. Rastilan bared his teeth in return.

“Guys, let’s settle down here.” Hermione said, holding both her hands up. “Why was Rachel pissed at you today?”

Frothy muttered in his beer and Hermione had to ask him to repeat himself. Sighing, he said, “I told her she couldn’t come to a family event that’s happening this weekend. She was, I don’t know, she seemed peeved about it.” Frothy paused for a moment and then said, “my family would eat her alive.”

Hermione just barely managed to keep her snort to herself. Pansy Parkinson could probably verbally flay the bones from most of the people in Frothy’s family. The Finns were purebloods but could only trace their family line back five or six hundred years. To the Parkinsons, that barely counted. After she was sure she could control her tone, she said, “well, Rachel can take care of herself. You might be surprised. Have you slept together?”

Frothy frowned and then shook his head.

Hermione pressed her lips together. “Is that because she’s not interested in casual sex and is looking for a relationship?”

Frothy shrugged.

Hermione gritted her teeth at the astounding stupidity smart people were capable of. “Is the problem that you haven’t asked her yet or because you refuse to hear her answer?”

Frothy glared at her. “I see. So you’re on his side and I’m just a mean, cold-hearted asshole.”

Rastilan smirked.

Hermione looked upwards for a moment and then said, “this is pretty basic, mate. If you don’t want to be serious and you just want a bit of fun, that’s fine. Don’t lie about it. Rachel deserves better and so do you.”

Frothy stared at his beer for a long while before he said, “bugger.”
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