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Insatiable	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36900 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 7
The letter said only one word.
Okay
He smiled a broad smile and showed it to his wife, who mirrored his reaction.
‘Well, let’s make the arrangements.’
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On Monday just before lunchtime, Hermione headed to the MZE fireplace to floo to the Ministry. She had the analysis for a potion that Harry had given her and he had asked if he could get the results as soon as possible. Malfoy had deemed it a priority and she had been working on it all morning.
She arrived in the large foyer of the Ministry and immediately made her way towards the Department for Magical Law Enforcement.
‘Hermione!’
She had just stepped into the office, but the voice came from behind her. She turned around and looked up into Ron Weasley’s bright blue eyes. ‘Ronald,’ she said, somewhat curtly.
His smile faltered a little and he nodded towards the break room. ‘Could we have a quick chat?’ he asked. ‘I was going to owl you yesterday.’
‘I’m actually here to see Harry,’ she said, looking around but not seeing the raven-haired wizard. ‘I’ve got a potion analysis for him.’
A witch on the other side of the room spoke up, ‘Harry’s away for lunch but is that the one for the Travers case?’ Hermione nodded and the witch came over. ‘Thanks so much for doing that for us.’
Hermione shrugged but smiled. ‘It’s my job,’ she said and the witch smiled back and then went back over to the others with the analysis.
Ron was still standing next to her. ‘Please, Hermione.’
Hermione sighed and finally nodded, hoping that in his workplace, he couldn’t make much of a fuss. She was really hoping that he wouldn’t bring up what had happened between them a few weeks ago.
When they had gone into the empty break room and sat down at a table, Ron leaned forward. ‘Alright,’ he said. ‘I need to ask you about something.’ Hermione raised an eyebrow. He dropped his voice a bit, almost to a conspiratorial whisper. ‘I’ve…tried to talk to Harry about this, but I just—I kind of feel like I’m…’ he stuttered.
Hermione brought a hand up to put it over Ron’s on the table. ‘What is it?’ she asked, now genuinely curious of what it was that Ron felt he couldn’t talk to Harry about.
He sighed and ran his other hand through his hair. ‘I had lunch with George on Saturday and he…he’s asked me to help him out in the shop,’ he said.
Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed. ‘At Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes?’ she asked.
‘Yeah,’ he said with a slight chuckle.
‘Permanently?’ she asked.
He sighed and nodded. ‘He can’t handle it all on his own as it’s growing more now and he wants a partner. Obviously, he wants to keep it in the family.’
Hermione met his eyes, and though he seemed a bit wary, and had said that he was asking her advice, she could tell that he was actually quite excited by the idea and really he was wanting her to confirm that it was a good idea.
‘I would be leaving the ministry,’ he continued. ‘I’ve been Harry’s partner for four years,’ he said with another sigh. ‘And I really don’t know how I’d tell him.’
Hermione looked at him. ‘So, what are you asking me, Ron?’ she said.
‘Well, should I do it, or is it completely daft? And if I do, how do I tell Harry that I’m not going to be an Auror anymore.’
She let out a breath. ‘That’s a lot of responsibility,’ she said and he looked at her with almost desperation in his eyes. ‘But honestly, I think it would be perfect for you.’
Ron let out a long sigh and then smiled. ‘I thought so too,’ he said. ‘Not that I don’t love being an Auror, but it’s always been Harry’s thing, you know? I’ve never really been entirely into it and honestly, it’s bloody stressful. And I know that this isn’t going to be all fun and games, but I do think that it might make me…happier.’
Hermione nodded and patted his hand. ‘I agree,’ she said and he smiled again.
‘I’m so glad that I’m not being an idiot,’ he said.
Hermione gave a short laugh and looked down. ‘Just because I agree doesn’t mean that it’s not idiotic.’
Ron laughed. ‘Yes, it does.’
His fingers ghosted over her hand lightly and she looked back up at him and pulled it away, clearing her throat. ‘So, how are you going to tell Harry?’
He sighed, pulling back and crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Haven't the foggiest.’
‘I think just something like this, or maybe a bit more private,’ she said. ‘I don’t think he could really blame you for wanting some more happiness in your life.’
‘Well, I am going to the cinema later this week with him,’ he said. ‘Maybe I’ll bring it up then.’
Hermione nodded. ‘That’s quite a good idea,’ she said, then gave a sigh, thinking that she actually hadn’t been to the cinema in ages. She looked at her watch. ‘Well, I think I’ll need to get back to work. Potions to design and all.’
‘How are you getting on there?’ Ron asked as they stood up.
‘It’s not bad,’ she said. ‘I’m enjoying being able to research what I want to, and all of the equipment is much better. And of course, I’m getting paid quite a lot more.’
They walked outside the doors of the department and Ron gave her a short hug, but she noticed that his hand hovered over her waist. ‘Thanks for the advice,’ he said. ‘I really just needed to speak to someone level-headed about it, you know?’
She smiled. ‘Of course,’ she said. ‘Good luck, with Harry and with your new direction,’ she said as she moved to walk away.
He grabbed her hand before she could go too far and she looked back at him. ‘Ronald?’ she asked.
‘Please don’t cut me out,’ he said, his voice suddenly urgent.
She shook her head. ‘Ron, I—’
‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘For that day. But please don’t…I need you in my life, Hermione.’
‘Ron,’ she sighed. She had hoped he wouldn’t bring this up. ‘I’m not going to stop seeing them.’
He breathed out quickly through his nose. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘I’m not saying I want to be with you, Hermione. I—I’m actually kind of seeing someone just now,’ he said, looking down as if embarrassed. ‘But I need you to be my friend. I can’t lose that.’
Hermione felt her heart twist as she looked at him and she could feel the desperation in his voice. She moved a step forward and hugged him strongly, resting her head against his chest. ‘Of course,’ she said. ‘I will always be your friend.’
He squeezed her again. ‘That’s all I’m asking.’
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Portkey, Monday 17:06. Coordinates 51.6903°N 0.4181°W
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When Hermione arrived back through the floo to MZE, she looked up to find Harry standing there.
‘Hermione,’ he said in surprise.
‘Harry,’ she said. ‘I was just taking that Potion Analysis to the Ministry for you.’
He nodded, a bit solemnly. ‘Malfoy said.’
She tilted her head. ‘Are you okay?’
He looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. ‘I actually came here to see you. I really need to talk to you.’
Hermione gave a short laugh. ‘Seems like there’s a lot of that today.’
The laughter died in her throat when he said his next words: ‘Ginny’s pregnant.’
Her mouth gaped for a few seconds as she tried to read his expression and which question running through her mind she should ask first. ‘Were you…trying?’
He shrugged. ‘We weren’t not trying, I guess. She was on the potion, but she forgot quite a lot, and honestly, I didn’t bother reminding her.’
‘So, erm, how do you feel?’
He looked at her. ‘Fucking hell, Hermione. This is like the worst time for this to happen, isn’t it? But—honestly?’ She nodded. ‘I think I’m happy.’ She saw a small smile lift the corner of his mouth.
She knew that Harry had always wanted a family. He was a very affectionate person and had a lot of love to give, and she knew that he would make a wonderful father. But the timing could be better, as he said. She gave him a smile and a hug. ‘And how did you find this out?’
‘She came to see me last night,’ he said, his arms still around her. ‘Told me that she needed a bit more time, and that she was planning on sleeping with someone else, but she hadn’t yet.’
She nodded again and gave him another squeeze. ‘I’m sure everything will work out for the best.’
After a moment, she felt Harry shaking against her and looked up to find him chuckling.
‘What is it, Harry?’ she asked.
He gave a short laugh. ‘How the hell have our lives become so complicated?’
Hermione laughed as well. ‘Just blame it on Malfoy,’ she said with a smile. ‘That’s what I do when I want to make myself feel better.’
He gave another laugh and gave her another quick hug before releasing her. ‘Thanks, Hermione.’
‘Anytime, Harry,’ she said and he smiled again before disappearing through the floo.
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‘How’s everything coming along?’
Hermione turned and saw Malfoy standing by the door.
‘The trials are going well,’ she said. ‘I think I’ve got it to about three weeks just now, but I want to run a few more tests and we might be able to get it to a month.’
He nodded. ‘Obviously the longer the better,’ he said. ‘Take your time on it.’
She turned to him. ‘Well, I’m guessing that you are going to use me to your advantage in marketing this,’ she said with a grin. ‘So, if it’s something that has my name associated with it, then I will make sure that it’s perfect before anyone tries it.’
He smirked. ‘I would expect no less.’
‘What’s your plan tonight?’ she asked, turning back around. There was no one else in the lab just now as it was almost time to leave and most people were cleaning up in the other room.
‘Potter has invited me over,’ he said. ‘I think he just felt sorry for me when I told him you were abandoning me.’
She gave a laugh. ‘You’re the one that asked me to spend time with Astoria.’
‘Are you complaining?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow.
‘Absolutely not,’ she said, her face falling into a contented smile. She was actually quite looking forward to having Astoria to herself for a few nights.
‘She usually gets home about six,’ he said and then leaned down to whisper in her ear. ‘If you want to go to the Manor around then, you could have dinner with her before you shag her senseless.’
Hermione laughed. ‘Will do,’ she said with a smile.
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Ginny apparated to the coordinates on the parchment. The only thing that she could see in the vicinity was an old tea towel that looked like it had been sitting in the rain for about three weeks. She looked around and then looked at her watch. Five minutes. She suddenly had butterflies in her stomach. Was she really considering sleeping with Blaise Zabini?
She had always felt a pull towards him, and when he had made his intentions clear the year that Harry was away, she had tried to resist, but he was a very powerful wizard and sensual man and she had had to try very hard not to give in to him during that year. She knew that she had wanted to be with Harry. It had always been Harry and she loved him with every part of her being. That’s why it had been such a blow when he had said Malfoy’s name when she had been going down on him.
She had thought that their marriage was complete, that it was content and happy and she had been excited when they had talked about starting a family. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, Harry had decided that he had this sudden urge to shag someone that he had not given a thought to since he had given evidence in the Malfoy’s trials after the war.
He had explained what had happened, kind of. That he had gone to the Manor to give Malfoy some potion because Hermione had moved on from the Ministry, but then Hermione had actually been there and had been fooling around with Malfoy’s wife and as the two of them watched it, they had both gotten so turned on that Malfoy had ended up going down on Harry.
It had been a massive argument and she honestly hadn’t been sure how to forgive him, but when Zabini had shown up and given her the chance to do something that she had always considered doing, something that she hadn’t done because she had wanted Harry to be her first, she could almost understand how he felt. So she had decided that she was going to do this, because it was either going to show her how good she actually had it with Harry, or it was going to show her that she was missing something with Harry and maybe they both needed a little something extra to keep them both happy.
She looked at her watch again and knew that she only had a few seconds before the portkey would leave. She gingerly touched the dirty tea towel and she very quickly wondered where it was taking her before she felt the sensation of a hook behind her navel and her feet left the ground.
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‘Ginny,’ a voice said when she landed. She looked around and found herself in a field. There were a few sheep that were bleating at her in an annoyed fashion at her sudden intrusion.
‘Where am I?’ she asked.
He shrugged. ‘Lucca.’
She shook her head. ‘Lucca?’ she asked.
‘Tuscany?’ he said.
She looked around again. ‘I’m in Italy?’
‘It was where I was when you owled me,’ he said and held his hand out to her. ‘Come on.’
Against her better judgement, she took his hand and he apparated her just outside the gates of a large stone villa. ‘Welcome to Villa del Zabini,’ he said. ‘It’s my grandfather’s estate.’
Ginny held her breath as she looked in through the gates. ‘It’s beautiful.’
Blaise smiled. ‘And all mine whenever the grumpy old bugger dies,’ he said as he opened one of the gates and ushered the redhead inside.
As they came closer to the building, a tall, older, but definitely not bad looking, man with an olive complexion several shades lighter than Blaise's own met them at the door. ‘Blaise,’ he said with a heavy Italian accent. ‘And who is this?’
‘A friend, nonno,’ he said. ‘This is Ginny.’
The man turned and gave her a hard stare. ‘But where is Terza?’
Blaise gave the man an exasperated look. ‘She is busy with work,’ he said.
‘Il quatro?’ Blaise’s grandfather asked, looking over Ginny again.
Blaise shook his head. ‘No, nonno,’ he said. ‘Just a friend.’
The man’s face turned to Ginny and then it relaxed into a smile. ‘You rarely bring friends,’ he said as he took Ginny’s hand and kissed it. ‘Welcome, Ginny.’
She was taken aback and looked at Blaise, who was smiling and then shook the man’s hand. ‘Hello,’ she said softly.
‘Dinner will be on the terrace at eight,’ he said and then kissed Ginny’s hand again before leaving them alone in the doorway.
Ginny looked at Blaise again and slapped his arm. ‘Grumpy bugger?’ she asked.
He smirked. ‘He’s actually horribly pleasant.’
Ginny shook her head as he took her hand to walk to towards the stairs. ‘I didn't realise you were Italian.’
‘Only a quarter,’ he said with a noncommittal shrug.
‘And who is Terza?’ she asked as he led her up the stairs to a long stone corridor.
He gave a rueful smile. ‘Our girlfriend,’ he said and Ginny stopped.
‘Sorry?’ she asked.
‘Mine and Pansy’s girlfriend,’ he said as if he was explaining something completely ordinary. ‘Terza means third,’ he said. ‘He finds it a very amusing term of endearment.’
‘Sorry, so you have a wife and a girlfriend?’ she asked and he nodded. ‘And yet you want to be with me.’
He smirked and moved to press her against one of the walls. ‘Is that a problem?’
She looked up at him, suddenly nervous. ‘I just…isn’t that enough for you?’
He gave a short laugh and shrugged again. His voice dropped to a low tone and he put his hand up to her face. ‘I like sex.’
His hand was very warm and she could feel tingles where he touched her. ‘But, why me?’ she asked, breathless.
He pulled his face away but kept his body in contact with hers. ‘Look Red, it’s not like I’m asking you to have my children,’ he said and she gave a shudder. She had forgotten the nickname that he called her in school. ‘This is sex, pure and simple.’
Her breath caught as he moved forward and pressed his lips against hers and she remembered with startling clarity all those feverish snogs and how he had made her feel overwhelmed with desire. At the time, she had had to pull herself back, reign herself in and try not to give in, but she no longer had to do that and she sighed as she gave in to him.
Finally he pulled back and she was breathing heavily and she wondered absently how his leg had insinuated itself between hers and she felt a bit embarrassed as she realised that she had been wantonly rubbing herself against him. He smirked again and she wanted to slap it off his face. ‘Well, maybe not so pure,’ he said and grabbed her hand to pull her down the hall towards the bedroom.
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Hermione apparated into the foyer of Malfoy Manor and very quickly made her way through the doors and up the large staircase. She was late. She had gotten distracted with her potion when it had given her a result that she hadn’t been expecting and she had had to check it again to make sure that it wouldn’t cause any issues if she left it overnight.
She made her way to the dining room and opened the doors. Seeing Astoria sitting alone at the end of the table, she gave a sigh. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she said, walking up to where the witch was seated and bending down to give her a kiss.
Astoria sighed as she pulled away. ‘Hermione,’ she said and Hermione felt her heart flutter. She loved the way Astoria said her name. It was like breathy sigh of happiness. ‘It’s not a problem.’
Hermione shook her head and kissed Astoria again, this time a little deeper. ‘I just got a bit carried away at work.’
Astoria nodded. ‘How is the potion going?’ she asked as Hermione sat down next to her. Almost immediately, there were both being served some soup.
‘It’s great,’ Hermione said. ‘Nearly there with the design, but the testing will take a while. I want to make sure that it’s perfect.’
‘Of course,’ Astoria said, smiling.
‘How are the dress robes for the Princess going?’ Hermione asked.
‘Horrible,’ Astoria said with an angry sigh. ‘She’s such a…a twat.’
Hermione laughed. ‘How so?’
‘She just can’t make her mind up,’ Astoria said. ‘She’s changed the design so many times that I can’t even remember now what she actually wants done.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘I’m sure that it will look amazing,’ she said. ‘They always do.’
Astoria gave her an appreciative look. ‘I know,’ she said. ‘But I just wish she’d let me get on with it. I’ve starting charging her ten thousand galleons per change of design now, but that hasn’t put her off in the slightest.’
Hermione nearly choked. ‘And how many times has she changed it?’
Astoria gave a slight chuckle. ‘At least ten, and there’s still a month until the wedding.’
‘Wow,’ Hermione said with a laugh. ‘Maybe I’m in the wrong line of business.’
They both laughed. They talked while they ate the rest of their dinner, but Hermione could also see that Astoria’s eyes kept looking her over in appreciation and desire and Hermione could feel herself flush in arousal.
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The breath left Hermione’s lungs as Astoria pushed her against the wall in the corridor, taking her lips in a desperate kiss. Hermione moaned out loud as Astoria grabbed her bum and pulled her closer to herself, breaking the seal on their mouths as she breathed heavily. ‘Gods, Hermione,’ she panted. ‘I can’t wait to fuck you.’
As Astoria’s lips pushed against hers again, Hermione frantically started peeling back the other witch’s clothes, undoing the clasp of her robes and pushing it off her shoulders and then pushing the blouse up from her skirt and over her head. ‘Merlin, Astoria,’ she moaned breathlessly.
Astoria pulled away from her mouth and then licked down over her chin and neck, while slowly divesting Hermione of her own clothing, until she was only in her bra and skirt. Taking Hermione’s lips in another kiss, she removed one of Hermione’s tits from her bra and began rubbing strongly over her nipple and Hermione moaned again.
Astoria was usually the calmer out of her lovers, but she did occasionally have the urge to be rough with Hermione and she always enjoyed it. She knew that Astoria was stressed with work just now and obviously needed this outlet of her frustrations.
The dark eyes of her lover looked up at her and then Astoria dipped down to take the already abused nipple into her mouth, sucking it strongly as her hand put pressure on Hermione’s hip, pushing her into the wall. ‘Uhn, oh fuck!’ Hermione cried out. She grabbed the back of Astoria’s head, digging her hand into the hair to pull her closer against herself. ‘That’s so good,’ she panted, feeling her knickers go embarrassedly wet.
Astoria finally pulled back and grabbed Hermione’s hand. ‘I want you in my bed, now,’ she said and Hermione followed her with weak legs. When they reached the bedroom, Hermione was immediately pushed back onto the bed and she quickly resituated herself comfortably in the middle before Astoria joined her, crawling up her body and licking and kissing every inch of her that she could before she got to her lips again.
They finished undressing each other, their bras, skirts and knickers shoved to the side of the bed in less than a minute. Astoria was licking her again, down her neck and back onto her nipples, pushing the creamy mounds of her tits together with her hands and licking over both nipples at once. Hermione threw her head back and grabbed Astoria’s bum. She bent her knee and lifted it between Astoria’s legs, the other witch rubbing her cunt against her thigh as she laved at Hermione’s sensitive breasts.
‘Fuck, Astoria,’ Hermione moaned out. ‘You’re so—’
‘Frisky?’ Astoria asked slyly. ‘Knowing that I’ve got you to fuck for the next few nights all to myself is turning me on so much.’
Hermione pushed her head back again and her hips thrust up against her beautiful lover. ‘Please,’ she said, trying to get some friction. Astoria had been spending a lot of time on her tits, which was making her tummy tingle and her body flood with arousal, but it was not enough to make her come.
Astoria pulled away from her tits and looked down at her. ‘What do you want, Hermione?’
Hermione looked up into those gorgeous eyes that were dark with desire and moaned again. She grabbed Astoria’s hips and pulled her down and forward a bit. The way that their legs were arranged meant that as she slid down Hermione’s thigh, their cunts pressed together and Astoria let out a guttural moan. She thrust her hips against Hermione’s and they both cried out as they grinded their bodies against each other—seeking their pleasure from the other witch.
‘Oh fuck,’ Hermione yelled, pushing her hips up and pulling Astoria’s hips down at the same time. ‘Gods, fuck me, Astoria!’
Astoria was moving against her, her hands on Hermione’s chest, the one not holding her weight squeezing one of Hermione’s tits and giving the nipple a few strong pulls. With how turned on she was already, it only took a few minutes before Hermione felt the coil in her belly snap and she yelled out as she came, her hands gripping Astoria’s hips and pulling her tightly against herself.
Astoria groaned out at the feeling and threw her head back, bouncing a couple more times against Hermione before she felt her body shake in her own climax. Astoria let the aftershocks leave her before falling forward over Hermione and taking her lips in another strong kiss. Hermione grabbed her hair again and pulled her close, taking her mouth with her tongue. ‘You’re so sexy,’ Hermione panted out—then she rolled them both over so that Astoria was now under her and used her mouth to kiss and lick and nibble her way down Astoria’s body until she got to her slit.
Astoria’s hands sunk into her hair and Hermione loved that feeling. She spread the witch open with her fingers and then dove in with her tongue and revelled in the whimpers and moans that fell from Astoria’s lips. ‘Fuck, Hermione,’ she said breathlessly, putting more pressure on the back of Hermione’s head, pressing her further into her heat.
Hermione licked and laved and nibbled for a long time, until the witch under her was a sweaty pile of bones, and she finally looked up to see her slightly dazed expression as she looked up at the ceiling. ‘You really don’t do anything half-arsed, do you?’ Astoria said with a dreamy smile on her face.
Hermione gave a short laugh and laid her head on Astoria’s tummy. She knew that Astoria would return the favour at some point but was too tired to do so at the moment, and she didn’t mind. She got nearly as much pleasure going down on her and making her come over and over again as she did from someone going down on her. She kissed her navel and Astoria ran her hands through her hair.
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‘Hermione, can I tell you something?’ Astoria asked after several long minutes of relaxed silence and the way that she said it made Hermione look up at her.
‘Of course,’ she said.
‘It’s just...did you know that I kind of tricked Draco into marrying me.’
Hermione raised her eyebrows. ‘How so?’
‘Not really into marrying me, I guess,’ Astoria said. ‘But into not marrying my sister.’
‘Daphne?’ Hermione asked.
Astoria sighed. ‘Hermione, you do not understand what an absolute cunt she is.’
Hermione chuckled.
‘And well, the summer before my fourth year, I overheard my father talking about how he and Draco’s father had an agreement that Draco was to marry Daphne when they finished school. And I just…I couldn’t let him be subjected to being with her for the rest of his life.’
‘So, what did you do?’ Hermione asked.
‘When we got to school for what was your sixth year and my fourth, he seemed different, you know? He was overly edgy and got annoyed quite easily.’ Hermione nodded, as she knew why this was. ‘And it seemed like Daphne couldn’t give a flying fuck, so I just talked to him. I wanted him to know that there were people out there that were good and who cared and that were not as nasty and vain as her.’
‘He said that that was what made him want to marry you, that you seemed to care when no one else did,’ Hermione said softly.
Astoria nodded. ‘At first it was to get him to not marry Daphne, but eventually I did actually start to care for him. When he didn’t come back to school the following year, I was really worried about him. I had tried to send him owls over the summer, but he never responded and I wasn’t even sure if he had gotten them.’ She paused and Hermione had now come up to lay next to and slightly over her. It was like she had this confession that she needed to make to someone and Hermione wanted to be there for her.
‘What happened?’ she asked softly, giving Astoria a gentle kiss.
Astoria groaned. ‘I needed to know what was happening and when I overheard Pansy talking about something that was going on at Malfoy Manor, I…’ she looked into Hermione’s eyes with guilt. ‘I seduced her.’
Hermione’s eyes widened. ‘Sorry?’
‘I knew that Pansy knew what was happening, but I couldn’t just ask her. So I started getting cosy with her. I knew she liked pretty girls so I appealed to her and eventually got her into bed. And once I got her there, all she could do was talk and I finally had a way of knowing what was happening to Draco.’
Hermione looked down at Astoria and gave a chuckle. ‘So you really are a Slytherin.’
Astoria smiled. ‘Until I fell for her as well.’
Hermione smiled. ‘Having strong feelings towards someone doesn’t make you any less cunning or ambitious. It makes you human.’ She gave Astoria another kiss and the other witch deepened it. ‘So, you got what you wanted then?’ Hermione said when Astoria seemed finished. ‘Draco didn’t marry Daphne.’
Astoria smiled. ‘That was the best day of my life. Daphne and I were sitting in the parlour when Draco came to see our father. This was once I had finished Hogwarts. And Daphne was preening and talking about how she was finally going to get out of our house and be Lady Malfoy and she was so fucking sure of herself.’
Hermione smirked.
‘And then when father came in, he looked at her and sighed. And then he said, “Sorry Daphs, but he’s chosen Astoria,” and her face was redder than a strawberry.’ Astoria was almost giggling. ‘She didn’t know that I’d been talking to him or anything and was so surprised and annoyed and honestly that face was worth everything,’ she said. ‘But I honestly never expected that he would want to marry me instead. Not that I don’t love being married to Draco,’ she added. ‘Like I said, at first it was to rip the rug from under Daphne’s horrible fucking feet, but I do really care for him.’
Hermione nodded. ‘I know that, Astoria.’
‘He even fought for me,’ she continued. Hermione’s eyebrows knitted, her curiosity piqued.
‘Pardon?’ Hermione asked.
‘The first time I met his father, just after we had gotten engaged, Lucius was just droning on and on about how he was so happy that Draco had found a good little Pureblood wife and that the Malfoy line would continue on and how Muggle-borns were scum and…I was there Hermione, not as deep as you but I was at Hogwarts when the Carrows were there and I experienced how horrible it was and I found myself getting so angry at him.’
Hermione’s eyes were wide as she let Astoria keep talking.
‘I told him exactly where to go,’ she said. ‘And that when Draco and I did have children, I wasn’t going to teach them to hate anyone regardless of their blood and told him that he was the furthest thing from a decent wizard as you could get.’
Hermione felt her heart swelling in her chest for the witch in bed with her and she felt her breath getting shorter as she continued.
‘And Lucius tried to call the whole thing off after that. Said he didn’t want me in the family and that Draco was too good for me, but—’ she cut off and looked up at Hermione with a dreamy smile. ‘But Draco stood up for me and told his father that he was marrying me whether Lucius liked it or not and that he agreed with the way we would raise our children and that was when I knew for certain that he was nothing like his father.’
After a few moments of silence, Hermione said softly, ‘I never knew that.’
Astoria smiled, her rant apparently over. ‘Well, he isn’t exactly going to advertise it, is he?’ she said. ‘But he is a good man. Wicked and snarky and sarcastic, but he’s not evil.’
Hermione nodded, knowing that the words were true. She could never see herself letting anything go past the first night that they had been together if he had been anything like he had in school. Not once since they had reconnected had he called her that foul name that he had himself introduced her to in second year and he had never made her feel inferior for her blood. Maybe he had matured, the war obviously affecting him as much as herself and Harry and Ron.
She felt her heart swell again, but this time for Draco, when she thought about him standing up to his horrible father over a woman who was defending people like herself.
‘One of reasons that he changed,’ Astoria said, interrupting her reverie. ‘What we talked about the most after the war, was how helpless he felt when you were…when you were here.’
Hermione shuddered. She had tried not to think about that in the last four years and especially not in the last few months and had done quite a good job of pushing the memory of the pain that she had experienced at the wand of Bellatrix Lestrange to the back of her mind.
‘While I understand that you all had an awful time during the war,’ Astoria said, ‘When Harry destroyed the Dark Lord, he made our lives better as well. Can you imagine someone like that invading your home? Killing and torturing people right in front of your face and you not being able to do anything about it?’
Hermione’s heart clenched. She hadn’t really thought about it that way before. There were a lot of other much more powerful and much more dangerous wizards in this house and Draco would not have been able to do anything to stop them without being tortured or killed himself.
‘There’s a reason that we don't use that wing of the Manor,’ Astoria said with a sad sigh.
They fell back into silence and Hermione breathed deeply a few times. ‘Thank you,’ she finally said. ‘For sharing that all with me. I know it was difficult.’
Astoria sat up and took Hermione’s cheek in her hand, pulling her close for a deep kiss. ‘I—we really care about you, Hermione. I need you to know that you’re not just a passing fancy.’
Hermione smiled softly. ‘I care about you as well.’ Then with a sad sigh, added, ‘Probably more than I should.’
Astoria licked her lips and gave Hermione another quick kiss. ‘Hermione,’ she said softly, looking into her eyes deeply and she felt almost completely entranced. ‘I’ve been speaking to Blaise and Pansy and…’
‘Yes?’ she asked.
‘We would like to ask you to be our girlfriend.’
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