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It had been a few weeks and Hermione was finally getting out of the hospital. Neville told her she would need to come back for spell damage potions every week to take home. She would have to drink them daily for the next two months to reverse the damage done to her internal organs. Until then she would be short of breath and have sporadic pain throughout her torso.
Hermione sighed as she walked to the floo. She threw in a handful and stepped into her flat. She was so tired. She had been out of sorts for the first day at St. Mungo’s, in and out of sleep because of the potions and concussion she’d sustained when her head hit the cobblestones. She couldn’t remember who all had visited her.
She had a few letters on her window sill, she tossed them on the counter not bothering to look at them. She walked into her bedroom and lay down staring at the ceiling.
She decided to change and go shopping. None of her clothes were her size anymore. She’d been eating regularly and was putting her weight back on but her clothes still hung from her thin body. She decided to floo call Ginny to see if she wanted to go with her. As weird as Ginny had been after the encounter at Grimmauld Place she was still a friend and knew about fashion.
“Gin?” Hermione called her heads in the flames of the Potter’s drawing room. Blurry feet came through and Ginny Potter smiled at her.
“Hermione, what a surprise, I’m glad you’re back home. What can I do for you?” Hermione thought she detected a bit of false cheeriness but had to shrug it off. This was Ginny, her friend from childhood, you know, inside jokes, boy talks, and secrets.
“I need to do some shopping Gin, wanted to know if you’d be up for coming with me.” Hermione smiled “You know I’m rubbish at fashion.”
Ginny smiled a genuine smile, excited at the prospect of going out shopping with Hermione.
“Give me about ten minutes and I’ll floo over!” Gin gushed excitedly. Hermione smiled and came back into her own living room. She puttered around and glanced through her letters. One caught her eye. A large envelop with green writing which she opened.

Hermione,
I apologize I haven’t been able to visit, was out of town for a while. We must cancel our sessions until next month. I’ll owl you when I have returned. I found this and immediately thought of you. Don’t read too much into it, think of it as a Get Well Soon present. It just seemed to scream ‘Granger’ at me so I purchased it on a whim. I thought the set matched your infallible courage.
My Sincerest Regards.
Draco

She smiled at the letter and emptied the envelops contents. A small box fell into her hand. She opened it and there staring back at her was the cutest jewelry set. Gold and ruby lion face earrings and a matching necklace and tennis bracelet. The lions were gold with Ruby eyes. It screamed Gryffindor. The tennis bracelet had little lions curled up or in walking positions instead of stones or chain links, except for the one accent that had the same small lion with the ruby eye that was on the necklace and earrings.
Hermione thought it was a good attempt but she wouldn’t normally wear something like that. It wasn’t that the set was gaudy or large, it was just the most expensive jewelry she’d ever owned. She put the bracelet on, and left the rest in the box, setting it in her closet with her jewelry box. She’d sort the rest later.
Hearing the floo activate Hermione came back from her room to see Ginny waiting for her.
“All set?” Ginny asked and Hermione nodded and they left for Diagon Alley.

XXXXXX

The two girls giggled like they were teenagers again and making fun of Fleur and her obnoxious wedding plans. They’d been shopping for hours and were coming up on the shop where they liked to get their lingerie.
“Oh, I need to get this, Blaise would absolutely love to see this one me! Don’t you think it brings out the gold I have in my red hair, I mean-” Ginny continued but Hermione’s heart stopped.
Blaise? As in Zabini, same man who saved her in Diagon Alley? Why would-“ Hermione gasped and stared at Ginny who was still talking and gushing over a sexy white bustier with black bow and ribbon accents. Ginny looked at her. Then it registered what she had said.
“Hermione, what’s gotten in to you?” Ginny said trying to pretend she hadn’t made the slip of her lovers name.
“Gin, it’s not true is it?” Hermione was shocked. Ginny was cheating on Harry. Her best friend’s wife was sleeping with another man.
“Harry doesn’t give me what I need. I need passion, and excitement, and to be told what to do. I was Harry’s first. He doesn’t know what to do and only likes vanilla sex.” Ginny whispered feeling guilty as Hermione stared at her in shock.
“Then why stay with him Gin? Or better yet, why not try to do the more adventurous things you like with your husband!” Hermione hissed quietly, getting angry on behalf of Harry.
“Because, you know how he is! Hermione, just because he is a leader in public, doesn’t mean he is in the bedroom. He expects me to take the lead and do all the work and I can’t be that all the time. I need a Dom.” Hermione blinked confused.
“A dom?” She asked her brows furrowed in confusion. Ginny nodded getting impatient and really not wanting to have this conversation.
“As in BDSM, a dominant. Harry is so not. He’s a submissive, like me.” Ginny stated simply, a little more than uncomfortable.
“But Blaise? He’s a playboy! He goes out and parties all the time. He was even out the night they found me in Diagon Alley, surely you know you aren’t his only…..plaything.” Hermione told her as delicately as she could. Blaise had told her he’d been out and left his date thoroughly sated before coming across Hermione and her attacker….who was still not caught and imprisoned.
Ginny’s face was getting as red as her hair, much the way Ron’s does. What the hell was Hermione talking about! She’d not been out the night of her attack, she’d been with Harry. Was Hermione telling the truth that Blaise was still seeing other women? How dare him!?!
“Ginny, you have to work on your marriage with Harry, you two have a son. James, he’s the sweetest little boy I’ve ever met. Gin, you have to fix your marriage!” Hermione continued trying to reason with the silent redhead.
“Listen here you liar! You will never set foot in my home or near my son or Harry again. How dare you say those things about Blaise, and how dare you accuse me of having an affair!” Ginny changed tactics and glared at Hermione before grabbing her bags abruptly and leaving the store without buying anything. Hermione stood there staring, her mouth open, at the door she’d just disappeared out.
Merlin help her, but she needed a drink. And would Harry believe her if she told him? She sighed, it wasn’t her business, but she’d have to tell Harry. She would wait and see what happens, and if Gunny kept cheating then tell him. She really didn’t want to be the one to break Harry’s heart.

XXXXXX

Ginny apparated into Blaise’s flat and heard the noises indicating he was otherwise engaged with another woman. Angrily she stormed out of his home slamming the door behind her knowing he would hear it. It wouldn’t do to cause a scene, the woman would identify her as Harry’s wife and the paper would have a field day. She quickly apparated away. How dare he use her! The bastard. She decided she would get her revenge. He wasn’t the only rich playboy around. She would use his best friend and make Blaise pay for his cheating.
As Gunny stormed through her empty home at 12 Grummauld Place, she refused to acknowledge her own cheating because she still rationalized that she was getting what she needed from an outside source in order to live and love Harry and James. She hated that her son had ruined her athletic figure, no longer lean muscles and flat stomach, but with a slight softness that can only be gotten with motherhood. She hated it.
Blaise never minded the state of her body, and ravished her like she was the only girl in the world. She didn’t want to be a mum and she felt she was still in her prime, a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, and budding socialite, now that her status of blood traitor was no longer held over her head. She was after all one of the sacred twenty eight in the wizarding world.
She smiled, she’d seduce Blaise’s best mate to get back at him for his infidelity. And perhaps she could increase her status and be the pureblooded heiress she was meant to be as she did so. Ginny smiled as she began to plan.

XXXXXX

Ginny pretended to be ok with Blaise, getting details on the sly, and still being fucked into oblivion. She made sure to keep the contraception charms in place until she got her revenge. Her chance came after three weeks. Blaise had invited his friend along to a dance club. Ginny had slightly altered her looks so that she wasn’t recognizable immediately.
Ginny walked up to Draco Malfoy. He smiled at her but otherwise didn’t seem interested.
“Hullo, what are you having?” She asked slyly at the Slytherin. He looked her way finally settling on her face after raking his gaze down her body. He did appreciate a lovely figure after all.
“Rum, and what can I get you tonight?” He asked politely, his aristocratic upbringing and manners finally coming out.
“I’ll have the same.” She smiled, she’d slightly changed the shade of red in her hair, and her facial features were altered subtly. He wouldn’t recognize her until she was done with him. She hadn’t worn knickers and was wearing a skin tight green dress that complimented the color of her eyes and hair. She couldn’t wait to find out if the stories of the Slytherin sex god was true, and she would find out tonight.
She had a vial of lust potion in her cleavage and the other potion that would guarantee her plan’s success. He left and when he came back she was handed the rum on ice. She watched as he sipped his own.
“Do you want to dance?” She asked. He nodded. My, Malfoy is quite verbose……can’t stop him from talking. She wanted to roll her eyes.
“M’lady.” He said and they took to the dance floor in a dance that was anything but a waltz. It was grinding, sweaty, gyrating sex with clothes. She felt her arousal tickling her as it slid a little down her thigh. She moaned as he ran his hands once again down her hips, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
She moved his hand to the apex of her legs slipping it under the hem of her already too short skirt so he could feel what he was doing to her. He sucked in a breath against her neck.
Draco had been drinking since the first bar, he was so drunk, and this red headed vixen was doing him in. She danced like a goddess and was grinding on him so deliciously that he was positive if he didn’t shag her tonight he would end up with blue balls for the next century. He almost lost control and ruined his slacks when the temptress pulled his hand from her hip and slid his finger into her dripping pussy. He groaned into her neck and pulled his hand back to a proper place.
Hadn’t he said no to these one-offs? He hadn’t had sex in a month and wanking seemed to bring back memories of his schoolboy days. Sod it all to bloody hell, he wanted the warm body of a woman.
“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” He asked. She nodded. He apparated them to the hotel he was staying at while his flat was being renovated. He had bought a flat and moved out of the Manor, thought he still had his offices and his own Wing, Suites and All. He had just felt the need to make a change.
He turned the woman and kissed her, sliding his tongue along the crease of her lips and she opened willingly. After a few minutes of them grinding and massaging each other’s tongues with their own she pulled back.
“Something to drink?” She asked sweetly. He smiled and walked over to the bar. She waved him away, “I’ll fix them, you seem to be a bit overdressed.” she purred as she trailed her fingernails down his chest and gently tugged on the waistband of his slacks.
He went back to the sitting area of the hotel room and began to take off his shoes and belt. He began unbuttoning his shirt when she came over with two mixed drinks that contained the rum he’d kept on the bar. She handed him his and drank a large gulp of hers, as though trying to calm her nerves.
“What’s your name?” He asked taking a gulp of his own drink. She smiled a little and finishing the drink she’d fixed herself started unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way.
“You can call me whatever you want…Sir.” She averted her gaze in a way that was hard for him to miss. So, the woman liked to play. Draco realized she was a submissive then, though the whole scene wasn’t his, he liked to play sometimes. Not needing it as a part of his life like his friend Blaise. He felt tightening in his pants, and gulped down his drink in one go.
“I think I’ll call you Temptress. You have seemed to tempt me beyond what I deem is proper.” He murmured in her hair as he pulled her in for a kiss, her hands running over his chest. His ability to think becoming hazy.
Ginny felt the fertility potion tingle her abdomen, and knew even if he cast a contraception spell the fertility potion would counter it. She quickly dropped to her knees in front of his bulging trousers and ran her hand over him. He moaned, the lust potion becoming all too evident in his eyes, they were becoming glassy and his gray orbs molten with desire.
He yanked her up forcefully to straddle his lap and Draco ravaged her mouth and he tore the dress from her shoulders and palmed her breasts. She moaned against him, grinding her unclad sex against the bulge in his pants, wanting more than just the external friction. He growled and tossed her down forcefully as he pushed his pants down, releasing his large and pulsing member from within its confines and plunging within her depths with a moan from each of them.
Hours later Draco would wonder when exactly he realized it was Potter’s wife, perhaps when she’d been sucking his cock after the second round, or when she’d been restrained on his bedpost during the fourth time. But as the lust potion cleared his head and he stared at the woman sleeping sated in his bed he put his head in his hands and felt a shame he thought he would never feel again as long as his father remained in Azkaban. He went and took the hottest shower scrubbing his skin until it felt like only a thin layer remained.
He gagged thinking of what had happened. She had to of given him something to make him so crazed with desire. His stomach turned. He wasn’t sure he could face the woman in the next room, let alone his best friend. Blaise had been seeing her and she was still married to Potter. He felt shame and remorse.
“Want another go Lover?” Hands came around his torso as he leaned against the wall. He jumped and turned cautiously so as to not fall. Malfoys were graceful after all.
“Listen Weaslette-Potter, you need to leave. I don’t know what you’re playing at changing your appearance, and drugging me somehow, but you need to leave.” He said trying to be firm with the wench. She poked her bottom lip out and pouted giving him a simpering look.
“But, Mr. Malfoy, you wanted me before I gave you the lust potion. I wanted you to know who you were fucking so that when you find out that I carry your pureblood heir you know it to be true.” She spat maliciously and exited the shower waving her wand drying her body. She was dressed before Draco could recover from the shock of it all.
He had never been manipulated in this manner. He stalked angrily to the woman before she could get to the floo. He didn’t care if he was wet, naked, and the shower was still running in the bathroom.
“What the fuck did you do to me you little bitch?” He screamed grabbing her arm and yanking her around to face him. He saw a flickering of fear in her eyes before she smirked, one reminiscent of his own.
“I outplayed the player. Blaise should have known I would find out about his other conquests. You need an heir and I’m one of the sacred twenty-eight. You will finally have your pureblooded heir. Aren’t you excited Draco?” He felt like she’d punched all the air out of his lungs. How dare she use him? What did she think he would do? Marry her? She’s already bloody married, poor sod that Potter was!
Draco let go of her out of shock. He realized she’d taken a fertility potion and that the contraception spell was useless with the potion, especially since he’d come inside of her five times last night. She smirked again and turned to the floo. He stared as she left in green flames and feeling his stomach turn he took off running to the bathroom as he emptied his stomach of its contents.

XXXXXX

Draco warred with himself for a few days before he finally answered one of Blaises owls. The red-headed wench had called things off with him on the grounds that she found someone to better suit her needs. Blaise wasn’t all that upset, but once he found out what Draco knew he’d be furious at his Red-headed ex-lover.

Blaise
Meet me in the office, we need to talk.
Draco

He paced his office nervously, it was the Ministry office, only a few people actually went to the Manor’s office and he really didn’t want Blaise to hex him six ways from Sunday, so the more public the venue the better.
Blaise strolled into his office like he owned it and sank into one of the chairs behind the desk.
“How’s it going? We going out tonight, you haven’t been out since you took home that red headed number a few nights ago. Her body was gorgeous, but she wouldn’t give me the time of night.” Blaise chuckled lightheartedly. Draco’s heart sank. His breakfast feeling like lead in his stomach.
“It’s about the red headed number. She spiked my drink with a lust potion and her own with a fertility potion when we got back to the hotel. I’m not sure what to do Blaise.” Draco ran his hand through his hair feeling sick again. Maybe he was the one pregnant…morning sickness….hah! He would have smiled at the thought if he weren’t so miserable.
Blaise looked at him in wide-eyed shock! Then he began laughing heartily.
“She expects marriage? Wow, you finally became trapped! Was she a pureblood?” Blaise asked, laughing at his friend’s misfortune.
“Laugh all you want Blaise, she was already married, and has a child with St. Potter!” Draco lost his temper. “She wanted revenge for you being unfaithful and probably had motives to part me from my galleons so that she would bare my pureblood heir. I blame you for this mess!” Draco huffed petulantly. Blaise just stared in shock.
“Ginny did this? I thought I heard a door slam a few weeks back while I was with Kendra but Merlin, she’s got a vindictive streak doesn’t she?” He asked in awe. Draco just poured them both a firewhiskey.
“We need to tell Potter. He won’t like that I shagged his wife.” Draco said with dread. Blaise drank his down in one gulp.
“He won’t like that I shagged her as well, but at least I didn’t get her pregnant with my Pureblood heir.” Blaise said, trying to smile, finding humor in the whole situation.
“You my friend, are an arse.”

XXXXXX

Hermione stood outside of Harry’s office door. She didn’t want to do this, but she had no choice. It’d been a few weeks and Harry was still upset that Ginny was still staying with Molly overnight most nights or coming in at random times in the morning. Harry was essentially a single parent because she would come in and go to bed and he would still have to take James to Andromeda’s or Molly’s.
She’d bitten her lip to almost bleeding worrying over how he would take the news of Ginny cheating. They’d been going to lunch a few times over the past few weeks but he’d told her Ginny was withdrawing from him yesterday at lunch and she couldn’t stand it anymore. Last night she’d barely slept for her guilt of knowing about Ginny and Blaise. She went into the office after knocking.
Harry looked up at her and smiled.
“What can I do for you ‘Mion?” He asked affectionately. Her friend had no idea she was about to break his heart.
“I didn’t come to make a social call really Harry. I. Erm. Well you see….” She tried to get out. Her words getting stuck in her throat. She had Harry’s attention now. He looked at her and she could feel him putting a mask in place to prepare himself for her words.
“Gin’s been having an affair with Blaise Zabini, Harry….I’m sorry.” Hermione closed her eyes so she wouldn’t see the torment and surprise on his face.
“Hermione, what makes you say this? Where’s your proof?” Harry asked guardedly. Her eyes opened to see a resigned and miserable Harry in front of her. She knew he knew what she said was the truth, but couldn’t reconcile his wife with someone other than himself.
“She let his name slip while we were shopping a few weeks ago. I waited to see if she would do right by you, but she didn’t. I’m so sorry Harry. How a mother could leave her child and husband is beyond me. Please don’t be mad I didn’t tell you sooner. I wanted to give her a chance, but when you said she was still out all the time I knew….and I’m sorry.” She pleaded with her friend. He nodded still trying to process her words.
He stood and she did too. They walked to the door together.
“You’ve known for weeks and didn’t tell me? ‘Mione, I think you need to go….I’m not mad at you….a little hurt, but not mad. Just give me time to come to terms yeah?” He asked giving her a little hug. She nodded and left his office. A few minutes after she disappeared from the area Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy came walking down the other side of the hallway and knocked on Harry’s open door. Harry had his back turned and when he saw who it was in his doorway he sighed.
This was definitely not his day.
“What can I do for you two?” Harry was trying to stay professional, no matter that he just found out his wife was sleeping with the man in front of him. It was Draco who hung his head in shame, which confused Harry.
“Potter, we haven’t always gotten on, and I thought these last few years we’d started to have a tentative friendship but something happened.” Draco started.
“A witch drugged his drink with a lust potion and her own with a fertility potion. He wants to make a claim against his person.” Blaise told him.
“And what did you do to make a witch want to take such drastic measures to trap you?” Harry asked his eyes narrowed at Blaise trying not to punch the man.
“It wasn’t me she was trying to get revenge on, it was Blaise. She glamoured herself until after the lust potion kicked in and by then I couldn’t stop myself. She told me she wanted to outplay the playboy and carry my Pureblood heir.”
“And who may I ask is this Pureblood who manipulated you and is now carrying your bastard child?” Harry asked hoping against hope it wasn’t what he thought.
“Weaslette” Draco whispered before Harry’s fist connected with his face.
“Oy! What the hell Potter!” Blaise yelled at him.
“Get the fuck out Zabini! She shagged him because of you? That’s what you said! Hermione told me you two were having an affair, but Merlin, she’s pregnant with my childhood rival’s child!” Harry was seeing red and shouting. He rarely lost his temper. He couldn’t believe the witch he had married. Seething he left the two standing there in his office as he made his way to the Legal Department to file for a separation and custody of James.
He was leaving Ginny. He knew that Hermione, Draco and Blaise were all telling the truth and knew in his heart that she wasn’t going to be a real mother to the child she gave birth to or a wife to him. She had goals and aspirations that a family would just hold her back from. After he filled out the paperwork he made his way to Hermione’s office.
Knocking on her door he opened it to see her face tearstained as she worked over one of the new legislations for magical creatures.
“’Mion, it’s worse than I thought.”
“What are you talking about Harry, how can it be worse?” Hermione asked sniffing, wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve. Harry saw a gold lion bracelet glint.
“Blaise and Malfoy just came in to file a complaint against my wife.” Harry sank into the chair miserable.
Hermione waved her wand and all the things on her desk cleared and she pulled out a bottle of vodka from her purse, unshrinking it she handed it to Harry.
Harry didn’t even question why she had it in her purse, he just nodded appreciatively and took a large swallow, coughing a little as the liquid went down his throat. His eyes watered as he handed it back to Hermione and she did the same, minus the coughing.
“What kind of complaint?” She asked him, her red and near bleeding lip being worked over with her teeth again. Harry watched in a entranced fascination.
“She apparently drugged him and made sure he impregnanted her. All on the grounds of revenge for Blaise being unfaithful to her.” Harry let out a laugh that was bitter and sharp.
“Imagine her being mad at being cheated on when she’s been doing the same to me.” Harry shook his head and took the bottle Hermione held out. “I went up and filed for separation and custody. She’s never around anyway, may as well make it permanent.”
“Oh Harry, I’m sorry. I really am.” She said just as miserable as Harry.
“Let’s get out of here. I’m not feeling like work is something I can handle today.” Harry suggested. Hermione nodded.
“What do you say to coming to my flat and drinking with me? I can floo Andromeda and ask if she can keep James overnight and we can drank and play muggle games until you pass out.” Hermione suggested. She was a little upset that Draco had slept with Ginny. Not that she had any claim to him….she didn’t!
He was her therapist, helping to heal her. But she thought they shared something more intimate. Especially when his hands on her body were all she remembered from that fateful night all those months ago where he had come back into her life. Her heart sank to realize that her best female friend was carrying a child of the man who was fast becoming important in Hermione’s life.
“Sure” Harry said, interrupting her thoughts and they made their way to the floo in her office and followed her into her flat.

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A/N: This chapter was very hard for me to write because I love Ginny and hate having her be the bad guy…but every story must have a villain or it wouldn’t be a story. Not a lot of Draco and Hermione in this chapter……sorry about that but the story must go on.
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