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Title: Eternal Darkness / Chapter 4: "Amends"
Author: Roelliej
Pairing: Harry/Ron, Hermione/Draco, George/Angelina
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #4.”Colorful"
Word Count: 2787
Summary: Hermione is still angry with Ron and unintentionally gets into a fight with Draco. Meanwhile Harry and Ron have to deal with an old lady, while Ron has unfinished business with Draco. (I hope you still understand ;))
Warnings: Porn,Drama,Bad Language.
Notes: Written for 100quills. I would like to thank Hedwig's Bane for beta-ing and for all the notes and advices :D. Thanks to Rick for inspiration and help :D. This is my ode to one of my favourite T.V.-characters ;)
“Hermione, what’s wrong? Where have you been? I was worried as hell!”
“I’m fine. I’m just tired,” said Hermione sadly. She stepped out of the fireplace of her and Draco’s apartment in Manchester, where they had been living there for about a year. It was a small flat, but cosy and warm.
Hermione couldn’t suppress her tears any longer. She didn’t dare to look at her future husband, afraid of his reaction.
“You may be tired, but you’re not fine!” said Draco, while he grabbed Hermione’s hand. “Did that copper-topped fairy say something about me? Is that why you stayed away so long?”
“Oh, Draco,” cried Hermione. “He said such terrible things.”
“You don’t have to tell me, dear,” whispered Draco. He came closer and kissed her on the lips. She felt his tongue caressing hers and it made her forget the anger and disappointment for a while.
“You always know what to do when I’m feeling down,” Hermione sighed, smiling weakly and hugging Draco.
“Don’t worry so much,” said Draco. “You know I don’t like Ginger Spice, and we both know he hates me. That’ll never change, but I’ll try to behave when he’s around.”
“I never want to see him again!” wailed Hermione. “He said that he forbids me to marry you!”
“He has no right to forbid anything,” said Draco. Hermione noticed that he was starting to get angry. “And if you never want to see him again, that’s fine with me. Hey, I would cheer and dance around the table singing Lady In Red, but I know you’d be unhappy without him.”
“I know, but I have to defend you,” mumbled Hermione.
“I’m quite able to defend myself,” said Draco coolly. Hermione noticed she’d hit a weak spot. “I’m your boyfriend and future husband, not your lapdog!”
“I didn’t mean that…” said Hermione, ashamed.
“Then don’t say it. Let’s go to bed,” said Draco. “I’m tired.”
“I-I’m going to George and Angelina’s,” said Hermione, while tears stung her eyes. She knew that Draco wouldn’t understand, but she also knew that if she stayed, the tension that had developed between them would turn into a full-blown row, and she was simply too tired for that. What she wanted now was a sympathetic ear, someone who would listen without insulting Ron or judging Draco.
Since the war, she and Angelina Weasley had grown close, and lately Hermione had depended more and more upon her impartial and compassionate counsel. But knowing that Draco would only be more upset if he knew she was discussing him with someone else, Hermione attempted a feeble lie. “I left something the last time I was there.”
“Fine!” snapped Draco. “Good night!”
Hermione watched him stomp down the hall towards the bedroom, sighed, and then stepped into the fireplace and Floo’d to Angelina’s.
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Hermione paced up and down her living room, while listening to “Is There Life After Quidditch?” on the Wizarding Wireless Network, presented by Lee Jordan, one of her old friends from Hogwarts. She hadn’t had much sleep after her fight with Draco the previous evening. She had come back late after her visit with Angelina to find him already asleep and, when she had woken up that morning, Draco had already left for work. He was a Quidditch referee and today was the most important match of the year: Puddlemere United vs. the Wimbourne Wasps. She knew he would be home soon, however, because she had heard Lee saying the match had ended.
In an attempt to make amends with her fiancé, Hermione had cooked his favourite meal, hodgepodge with meatballs, a Dutch recipe she and Draco had discovered while they were on holiday in Holland. Hermione was glad the game didn’t take as long as the last encounter between the two teams. Draco had had to work 48 hours, together with 5 other referees, to officiate that match. Puddlemere United had won the match after their Seeker swallowed the Snitch by accident.
Hermione turned off the radio, while Lee was still whinging about the poor quality of the day’s match.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” said a familiar voice. “I think your meatballs are burning.”
“My God! The meatballs! The hodgepodge!” shrieked Hermione, while she conjured water from her wand to put out the flames.
“Were you dreaming?” said Draco with a smile.
“Sorry, I’ve spoiled your dinner,” Hermione said dazedly, while throwing the burned food away. She felt Draco staring at her, but didn’t dare to look in his eyes, feeling very guilty. “Are you still angry with me?” she asked, when she saw Draco coming closer to her.
“No, of course not, love. I’m the one who’s sorry for being an arsehole,” said Draco. He pulled a large bunch of red roses from behind his back and presented it to a stunned Hermione.
“Are these for me?” she mumbled.
“No, they’re for my other girlfriend. Of course they’re for you, silly,” said Draco.
“Thank you,” said Hermione and she kissed her lover with all the passion and excitement she had left in her body.
“Who won?” she said, trying to make conversation, without any interest in the answer.
“Puddlemere United,” said Draco. “They crushed the Wimbourne Wasps 770 to 10. It was really pathetic, you know.”
“I want to make it up to you for being a bitch yesterday,” said Hermione, having barely heard Draco’s answer. She could feel her hormones racing through her body. It always made her horny when Draco talked about Quidditch, even if she didn’t really listen. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Who are you, and what have you done with Hermione Granger?” teased Draco.
“I want to suck your big hard cock, you naughty ferret,” said Hermione, blinded with lust. Her hands slipped into Draco’s trousers and she could feel his stone hard dick. “Forget the bedroom, I want to do it right here. I want to taste your taste.” She pulled his trousers and boxers down, and took his large instrument in her mouth. Her tongue teased the head, which made Draco moan hard.
“Mione, fuck…” moaned Draco. She felt his hands softly grabbing her hair, while her hands were caressing his balls.
“I want to drain them,” teased Hermione, while playing with his sack. “I want you to come in my mouth. Wanna taste your whipped cream. You want me to suck further?”
“Yes, please,” mumbled Draco.
“I can’t hear you,” teased Hermione. She gave a wet lick over the head, which made Draco squeal like a suckling pig that had been pulled away from it’s mother’s teat.
“Now that’s my boy,” she said with a naughty grin, and took Draco’s cock deep in her mouth.
She felt his dick become stiffer by the second, and it made her suck harder and faster. She pulled back his foreskin, and gave all her attention to the mushroom shaped head, while she was pleasing herself with her free hand. Hermione knew from his moaning that he was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. She could already taste his salty precome.
“S-s-so close,” moaned Draco, while Hermione sucked him like she’d never sucked him before, loving his pre-orgasm babbling. It pushed her over the edge, and she experienced a hard and delicious climax, feeling waves of oblivion going through her entire body. She gave a last few licks over Draco’s scarlet head before…
“Gonna come…gonna come…” screamed Draco, and spurts of thick come filled Hermione’s mouth.
“Alohomora!”
The door flew open and Ron and Harry entered the room, their wands aimed at Draco.
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“If you say you’re sorry and then give her this bunch of flowers, it will be all right!”
Ron and Harry stood before Hermione’s apartment complex with a large bunch of roses. Ron had to use all his power to ease his nerves. He and Hermione had had rows before, but they all seemed like simple spats compared to this latest barney.
“Why did I say those horrible things?” said Ron.
“Because you love her, and you want the best for her,” said Harry. Ron smiled a little, while thinking about how happy he was with his Harry. He always seemed to know what Ron was thinking, no matter how hard he tried to shield his feelings sometimes. Harry stood by his side, even if he didn’t fully agree with him.
“Okay, give me a little extra strength,” said Ron, and Harry came closer and gave him a salty kiss. He could smell the scent of chips on his breath, but he actually loved it.
“I’m ready. Let’s go,” said Ron, smiling to an old couple, who were muttering disapprovingly.
“Who do you want to visit?” said a lady, standing before the entrance, who was acting like a prison warden. She was smoking a cigarette, while trying to smooth her shabby clothes. She looked like she had aged in a short time. Her face was all wrinkly and her hairdo looked like an over-aged candy floss. Ron noticed she had tried to dye it, but it made no real difference.
“Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, ma’am,” said Ron politely.
“Who?” she said, while putting a hand behind her ear.
“Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy!!” said Ron, speaking more loudly when he realized she was a little hard of hearing.
“Ah yes,” she said. “Such a lovely couple. I caught them once kissing in the hallway.”
Ron acted like he had heard something shocking. “They did?”
“Yes,” said the lady, while lighting another cigarette. “ I talked about it with Audrey on the phone yesterday. She said that she had read in the paper that people should kiss more, because you would lose some weight, not that I need it, though.”
Ron and Harry looked at each other, trying to find a reason to get rid of her.
“Ehm…”
“I miss my work sometimes,” she babbled on. “Me and my late husband owned a hotel once. Really loved the work, but I had the idea that I was working there alone. Entertaining the guests, taking the phone calls, listening to my husband’s tantrums. I didn’t have the slightest idea why that man worried himself so much. He died of high blood pressure, God rest his soul.”
“Ehm, ma’am…”
“I remember we had a waiter, who was so dumb, you could better train a monkey,” she shrieked, and began to laugh like a hyena with severe asthma, which gave Ron goose bumps all over his body. “Are you giving her roses, young man?”
“Yes, ma’am,” muttered Ron, glad that he found a reason to escape. “It’s her… ehm… birthday, so we don’t want to be late for the feast.”
“What is she doing with a beast?” she shouted.
“A feast! A party! Her birthday,” bellowed Ron, who was trying not to laugh.
“Oh, that’s nice,” smiled the lady, who then stepped aside to let them pass. “Would you tell her that Mrs. Fawlty in Number Three says congratulations?”
“Yes, ma’am, we will. Goodbye.” Ron shouted in reply. “I’m glad I don’t have to live with her,” he smirked after the old battleaxe had shuffled past them and down the street. “High blood pressure my arse. I bet her husband topped himself just to get some peace.”
“I can’t hear you,” laughed Harry. “My ears are still ringing.”
They stepped into the elevator and Harry pressed the button for the fifth floor. The elevator was small, barely enough room for two people and was decorated with posters from some old Muggle movies Ron had never heard of.
“Have you ever been sucked off in an elevator?” teased Ron, while slapping Harry’s arse.
“Not here, you nitwit,” said Harry with a big grin. “Later, when we’re at home, naked and hard.”
“I’m hard already,” said Ron with glittering eyes.
“Later!” said Harry firmly. “Fifth floor. Come on!”
“What’s that noise?” said Ron sharply, as the lift doors opened. He heard screaming and moaning coming from Hermione’s flat. “He’s hurting her, that goddamn bastard,” bellowed Ron. “He’ll pay for this!”
“Ron, maybe they…” said Harry.
“Alohomora!” screamed Ron and the door flew open. “Draw your wand, Harry.”
Ron and Harry entered the living room and saw Hermione with Draco’s cock in her mouth, trying to swallow his seed.
“Fucking hell,” said Ron, feeling extremely embarrassed, while he saw Hermione almost choking on Draco’s come. She quickly got off her knees, while Draco hitched up his trousers.
Ron saw Hermione nervously smoothing her robes, while her face took on the colour of a dried tomato.
“Have you ever heard of knocking, Ronald Weasley?” bellowed Hermione, apparently back on track.
“We thought you were in danger,” said Harry.
“Danger?!” shrieked Hermione. “Why the hell should I be in danger?”
“Because of him,” whispered Ron, throwing a look of revulsion at Draco.
“Fuck off, you bloody shirt-lifter,” screamed Draco. “Why don’t you and I go outside and settle this without… the ladies?”
“Anytime, anywhere,” threatened Ron, while throwing out an arm to stop Harry, who had taken a menacing step towards Malfoy. “And if you insult Harry again, I’ll rearrange that snobby face of yours!”
“Please, don’t touch me,” sneered Draco. “I don’t know where your hands have been. Deeply embedded in Potter’s arse, I’d wager.”
“I’m warning you!” bellowed Ron, while raising his fists.
“ENOUGH!” screamed Hermione. “Stop it, or I’ll hex you both! This will end tonight! I love you both - Yes, Ron, I do - but I’m still angry with you! And Draco, grow up! You’re not a child anymore. I know you despise each other, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you force me to choose between you! Maybe you’ll never be the best of friends, but you will behave like adults when you’re in the same room, starting right now! Shake hands! Do it now, or by Merlin I swear I’ll never speak to either of you again!”
Ron looked at her while trying to say something, but the words didn’t come.
“Come on, Ron. Let’s get this over with,” said Harry, and Ron felt a hand caressing his back.
“Okay, then,” mumbled Ron. He stepped forward and gave Draco a quick handshake without looking at him.
“That’s settled then,” said Hermione. “Now, Ronald, you came bursting in here with a bunch of flowers because…?”
“Hermione, I’m really sorry for what I said,” said Ron, while he felt his ears reddening. “I hope you can forgive me.”
“You really hurt me, and you insulted my fiancé,” whispered Hermione.
“I-I know. I promise I won’t do it again,” said Ron softly.
“I’m not sure that’s a promise you can keep, but I’ll forgive you,” said Hermione, while wiping away a few tears.
Ron pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.
“I love you, too,” said Ron, while he saw that Harry tried to hide his face. He always was the emotional one.
“What a colourful couch, by the way,” said Ron, trying to break the tension.
“It’s a gift from me,” said Draco, sounding unnaturally nice.
“Lovely,” sneered Ron.
“Shall I put the kettle on, then?” said Hermione, while dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. “I think we could all do with a cup of tea.”
“That sounds brilliant, Hermione,” said Harry. “I’ll help you in the kitchen.”
“Ron, ehm…mate…” said Draco, when Harry and Hermione had left the room.
“I’m not your mate, Malfoy,” snapped Ron, careful to keep his voice low so that Hermione wouldn’t hear him. He felt a huge pile of anger throbbing in his chest. “I’ll never be your mate. I’ll tolerate you because of Hermione, but I’ll never forget what you and your parents did. You watched good people die and you did nothing to save them.”
“B-But the Dark Lord…” stuttered Draco.
“Fuck the Dark Lord!” hissed Ron. “I’ll never understand what Hermione sees in you. Don’t worry, though, I won’t mention our little chat again. But I’m warning you now, if I ever even suspect that you’ve hurt her, I’ll kill you.”
“Is that a threat, Weasel?” sneered Draco.
Ron grinned sarcastically as he strode forward and casually placed his left hand on Draco’s shoulder. Suddenly, he plunged his right fist deeply into Draco’s stomach, pleased to see his former schoolmate double over in pain. “That’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to you if you ever lay a hand on her in anger. Do I make myself clear, ferret?”
“Y-Yes,” whispered Draco, gasping for air.
“Good,” said Ron, adding in a tone of false civility, “Let’s join the others for tea, then, shall we?”
He walked to the kitchen, glad that he and Malfoy had reached an understanding.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author: Roelliej
Pairing: Harry/Ron, Hermione/Draco, George/Angelina
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #4.”Colorful"
Word Count: 2787
Summary: Hermione is still angry with Ron and unintentionally gets into a fight with Draco. Meanwhile Harry and Ron have to deal with an old lady, while Ron has unfinished business with Draco. (I hope you still understand ;))
Warnings: Porn,Drama,Bad Language.
Notes: Written for 100quills. I would like to thank Hedwig's Bane for beta-ing and for all the notes and advices :D. Thanks to Rick for inspiration and help :D. This is my ode to one of my favourite T.V.-characters ;)
“Hermione, what’s wrong? Where have you been? I was worried as hell!”
“I’m fine. I’m just tired,” said Hermione sadly. She stepped out of the fireplace of her and Draco’s apartment in Manchester, where they had been living there for about a year. It was a small flat, but cosy and warm.
Hermione couldn’t suppress her tears any longer. She didn’t dare to look at her future husband, afraid of his reaction.
“You may be tired, but you’re not fine!” said Draco, while he grabbed Hermione’s hand. “Did that copper-topped fairy say something about me? Is that why you stayed away so long?”
“Oh, Draco,” cried Hermione. “He said such terrible things.”
“You don’t have to tell me, dear,” whispered Draco. He came closer and kissed her on the lips. She felt his tongue caressing hers and it made her forget the anger and disappointment for a while.
“You always know what to do when I’m feeling down,” Hermione sighed, smiling weakly and hugging Draco.
“Don’t worry so much,” said Draco. “You know I don’t like Ginger Spice, and we both know he hates me. That’ll never change, but I’ll try to behave when he’s around.”
“I never want to see him again!” wailed Hermione. “He said that he forbids me to marry you!”
“He has no right to forbid anything,” said Draco. Hermione noticed that he was starting to get angry. “And if you never want to see him again, that’s fine with me. Hey, I would cheer and dance around the table singing Lady In Red, but I know you’d be unhappy without him.”
“I know, but I have to defend you,” mumbled Hermione.
“I’m quite able to defend myself,” said Draco coolly. Hermione noticed she’d hit a weak spot. “I’m your boyfriend and future husband, not your lapdog!”
“I didn’t mean that…” said Hermione, ashamed.
“Then don’t say it. Let’s go to bed,” said Draco. “I’m tired.”
“I-I’m going to George and Angelina’s,” said Hermione, while tears stung her eyes. She knew that Draco wouldn’t understand, but she also knew that if she stayed, the tension that had developed between them would turn into a full-blown row, and she was simply too tired for that. What she wanted now was a sympathetic ear, someone who would listen without insulting Ron or judging Draco.
Since the war, she and Angelina Weasley had grown close, and lately Hermione had depended more and more upon her impartial and compassionate counsel. But knowing that Draco would only be more upset if he knew she was discussing him with someone else, Hermione attempted a feeble lie. “I left something the last time I was there.”
“Fine!” snapped Draco. “Good night!”
Hermione watched him stomp down the hall towards the bedroom, sighed, and then stepped into the fireplace and Floo’d to Angelina’s.
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Hermione paced up and down her living room, while listening to “Is There Life After Quidditch?” on the Wizarding Wireless Network, presented by Lee Jordan, one of her old friends from Hogwarts. She hadn’t had much sleep after her fight with Draco the previous evening. She had come back late after her visit with Angelina to find him already asleep and, when she had woken up that morning, Draco had already left for work. He was a Quidditch referee and today was the most important match of the year: Puddlemere United vs. the Wimbourne Wasps. She knew he would be home soon, however, because she had heard Lee saying the match had ended.
In an attempt to make amends with her fiancé, Hermione had cooked his favourite meal, hodgepodge with meatballs, a Dutch recipe she and Draco had discovered while they were on holiday in Holland. Hermione was glad the game didn’t take as long as the last encounter between the two teams. Draco had had to work 48 hours, together with 5 other referees, to officiate that match. Puddlemere United had won the match after their Seeker swallowed the Snitch by accident.
Hermione turned off the radio, while Lee was still whinging about the poor quality of the day’s match.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” said a familiar voice. “I think your meatballs are burning.”
“My God! The meatballs! The hodgepodge!” shrieked Hermione, while she conjured water from her wand to put out the flames.
“Were you dreaming?” said Draco with a smile.
“Sorry, I’ve spoiled your dinner,” Hermione said dazedly, while throwing the burned food away. She felt Draco staring at her, but didn’t dare to look in his eyes, feeling very guilty. “Are you still angry with me?” she asked, when she saw Draco coming closer to her.
“No, of course not, love. I’m the one who’s sorry for being an arsehole,” said Draco. He pulled a large bunch of red roses from behind his back and presented it to a stunned Hermione.
“Are these for me?” she mumbled.
“No, they’re for my other girlfriend. Of course they’re for you, silly,” said Draco.
“Thank you,” said Hermione and she kissed her lover with all the passion and excitement she had left in her body.
“Who won?” she said, trying to make conversation, without any interest in the answer.
“Puddlemere United,” said Draco. “They crushed the Wimbourne Wasps 770 to 10. It was really pathetic, you know.”
“I want to make it up to you for being a bitch yesterday,” said Hermione, having barely heard Draco’s answer. She could feel her hormones racing through her body. It always made her horny when Draco talked about Quidditch, even if she didn’t really listen. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Who are you, and what have you done with Hermione Granger?” teased Draco.
“I want to suck your big hard cock, you naughty ferret,” said Hermione, blinded with lust. Her hands slipped into Draco’s trousers and she could feel his stone hard dick. “Forget the bedroom, I want to do it right here. I want to taste your taste.” She pulled his trousers and boxers down, and took his large instrument in her mouth. Her tongue teased the head, which made Draco moan hard.
“Mione, fuck…” moaned Draco. She felt his hands softly grabbing her hair, while her hands were caressing his balls.
“I want to drain them,” teased Hermione, while playing with his sack. “I want you to come in my mouth. Wanna taste your whipped cream. You want me to suck further?”
“Yes, please,” mumbled Draco.
“I can’t hear you,” teased Hermione. She gave a wet lick over the head, which made Draco squeal like a suckling pig that had been pulled away from it’s mother’s teat.
“Now that’s my boy,” she said with a naughty grin, and took Draco’s cock deep in her mouth.
She felt his dick become stiffer by the second, and it made her suck harder and faster. She pulled back his foreskin, and gave all her attention to the mushroom shaped head, while she was pleasing herself with her free hand. Hermione knew from his moaning that he was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. She could already taste his salty precome.
“S-s-so close,” moaned Draco, while Hermione sucked him like she’d never sucked him before, loving his pre-orgasm babbling. It pushed her over the edge, and she experienced a hard and delicious climax, feeling waves of oblivion going through her entire body. She gave a last few licks over Draco’s scarlet head before…
“Gonna come…gonna come…” screamed Draco, and spurts of thick come filled Hermione’s mouth.
“Alohomora!”
The door flew open and Ron and Harry entered the room, their wands aimed at Draco.
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“If you say you’re sorry and then give her this bunch of flowers, it will be all right!”
Ron and Harry stood before Hermione’s apartment complex with a large bunch of roses. Ron had to use all his power to ease his nerves. He and Hermione had had rows before, but they all seemed like simple spats compared to this latest barney.
“Why did I say those horrible things?” said Ron.
“Because you love her, and you want the best for her,” said Harry. Ron smiled a little, while thinking about how happy he was with his Harry. He always seemed to know what Ron was thinking, no matter how hard he tried to shield his feelings sometimes. Harry stood by his side, even if he didn’t fully agree with him.
“Okay, give me a little extra strength,” said Ron, and Harry came closer and gave him a salty kiss. He could smell the scent of chips on his breath, but he actually loved it.
“I’m ready. Let’s go,” said Ron, smiling to an old couple, who were muttering disapprovingly.
“Who do you want to visit?” said a lady, standing before the entrance, who was acting like a prison warden. She was smoking a cigarette, while trying to smooth her shabby clothes. She looked like she had aged in a short time. Her face was all wrinkly and her hairdo looked like an over-aged candy floss. Ron noticed she had tried to dye it, but it made no real difference.
“Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, ma’am,” said Ron politely.
“Who?” she said, while putting a hand behind her ear.
“Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy!!” said Ron, speaking more loudly when he realized she was a little hard of hearing.
“Ah yes,” she said. “Such a lovely couple. I caught them once kissing in the hallway.”
Ron acted like he had heard something shocking. “They did?”
“Yes,” said the lady, while lighting another cigarette. “ I talked about it with Audrey on the phone yesterday. She said that she had read in the paper that people should kiss more, because you would lose some weight, not that I need it, though.”
Ron and Harry looked at each other, trying to find a reason to get rid of her.
“Ehm…”
“I miss my work sometimes,” she babbled on. “Me and my late husband owned a hotel once. Really loved the work, but I had the idea that I was working there alone. Entertaining the guests, taking the phone calls, listening to my husband’s tantrums. I didn’t have the slightest idea why that man worried himself so much. He died of high blood pressure, God rest his soul.”
“Ehm, ma’am…”
“I remember we had a waiter, who was so dumb, you could better train a monkey,” she shrieked, and began to laugh like a hyena with severe asthma, which gave Ron goose bumps all over his body. “Are you giving her roses, young man?”
“Yes, ma’am,” muttered Ron, glad that he found a reason to escape. “It’s her… ehm… birthday, so we don’t want to be late for the feast.”
“What is she doing with a beast?” she shouted.
“A feast! A party! Her birthday,” bellowed Ron, who was trying not to laugh.
“Oh, that’s nice,” smiled the lady, who then stepped aside to let them pass. “Would you tell her that Mrs. Fawlty in Number Three says congratulations?”
“Yes, ma’am, we will. Goodbye.” Ron shouted in reply. “I’m glad I don’t have to live with her,” he smirked after the old battleaxe had shuffled past them and down the street. “High blood pressure my arse. I bet her husband topped himself just to get some peace.”
“I can’t hear you,” laughed Harry. “My ears are still ringing.”
They stepped into the elevator and Harry pressed the button for the fifth floor. The elevator was small, barely enough room for two people and was decorated with posters from some old Muggle movies Ron had never heard of.
“Have you ever been sucked off in an elevator?” teased Ron, while slapping Harry’s arse.
“Not here, you nitwit,” said Harry with a big grin. “Later, when we’re at home, naked and hard.”
“I’m hard already,” said Ron with glittering eyes.
“Later!” said Harry firmly. “Fifth floor. Come on!”
“What’s that noise?” said Ron sharply, as the lift doors opened. He heard screaming and moaning coming from Hermione’s flat. “He’s hurting her, that goddamn bastard,” bellowed Ron. “He’ll pay for this!”
“Ron, maybe they…” said Harry.
“Alohomora!” screamed Ron and the door flew open. “Draw your wand, Harry.”
Ron and Harry entered the living room and saw Hermione with Draco’s cock in her mouth, trying to swallow his seed.
“Fucking hell,” said Ron, feeling extremely embarrassed, while he saw Hermione almost choking on Draco’s come. She quickly got off her knees, while Draco hitched up his trousers.
Ron saw Hermione nervously smoothing her robes, while her face took on the colour of a dried tomato.
“Have you ever heard of knocking, Ronald Weasley?” bellowed Hermione, apparently back on track.
“We thought you were in danger,” said Harry.
“Danger?!” shrieked Hermione. “Why the hell should I be in danger?”
“Because of him,” whispered Ron, throwing a look of revulsion at Draco.
“Fuck off, you bloody shirt-lifter,” screamed Draco. “Why don’t you and I go outside and settle this without… the ladies?”
“Anytime, anywhere,” threatened Ron, while throwing out an arm to stop Harry, who had taken a menacing step towards Malfoy. “And if you insult Harry again, I’ll rearrange that snobby face of yours!”
“Please, don’t touch me,” sneered Draco. “I don’t know where your hands have been. Deeply embedded in Potter’s arse, I’d wager.”
“I’m warning you!” bellowed Ron, while raising his fists.
“ENOUGH!” screamed Hermione. “Stop it, or I’ll hex you both! This will end tonight! I love you both - Yes, Ron, I do - but I’m still angry with you! And Draco, grow up! You’re not a child anymore. I know you despise each other, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you force me to choose between you! Maybe you’ll never be the best of friends, but you will behave like adults when you’re in the same room, starting right now! Shake hands! Do it now, or by Merlin I swear I’ll never speak to either of you again!”
Ron looked at her while trying to say something, but the words didn’t come.
“Come on, Ron. Let’s get this over with,” said Harry, and Ron felt a hand caressing his back.
“Okay, then,” mumbled Ron. He stepped forward and gave Draco a quick handshake without looking at him.
“That’s settled then,” said Hermione. “Now, Ronald, you came bursting in here with a bunch of flowers because…?”
“Hermione, I’m really sorry for what I said,” said Ron, while he felt his ears reddening. “I hope you can forgive me.”
“You really hurt me, and you insulted my fiancé,” whispered Hermione.
“I-I know. I promise I won’t do it again,” said Ron softly.
“I’m not sure that’s a promise you can keep, but I’ll forgive you,” said Hermione, while wiping away a few tears.
Ron pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.
“I love you, too,” said Ron, while he saw that Harry tried to hide his face. He always was the emotional one.
“What a colourful couch, by the way,” said Ron, trying to break the tension.
“It’s a gift from me,” said Draco, sounding unnaturally nice.
“Lovely,” sneered Ron.
“Shall I put the kettle on, then?” said Hermione, while dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. “I think we could all do with a cup of tea.”
“That sounds brilliant, Hermione,” said Harry. “I’ll help you in the kitchen.”
“Ron, ehm…mate…” said Draco, when Harry and Hermione had left the room.
“I’m not your mate, Malfoy,” snapped Ron, careful to keep his voice low so that Hermione wouldn’t hear him. He felt a huge pile of anger throbbing in his chest. “I’ll never be your mate. I’ll tolerate you because of Hermione, but I’ll never forget what you and your parents did. You watched good people die and you did nothing to save them.”
“B-But the Dark Lord…” stuttered Draco.
“Fuck the Dark Lord!” hissed Ron. “I’ll never understand what Hermione sees in you. Don’t worry, though, I won’t mention our little chat again. But I’m warning you now, if I ever even suspect that you’ve hurt her, I’ll kill you.”
“Is that a threat, Weasel?” sneered Draco.
Ron grinned sarcastically as he strode forward and casually placed his left hand on Draco’s shoulder. Suddenly, he plunged his right fist deeply into Draco’s stomach, pleased to see his former schoolmate double over in pain. “That’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to you if you ever lay a hand on her in anger. Do I make myself clear, ferret?”
“Y-Yes,” whispered Draco, gasping for air.
“Good,” said Ron, adding in a tone of false civility, “Let’s join the others for tea, then, shall we?”
He walked to the kitchen, glad that he and Malfoy had reached an understanding.
TO BE CONTINUED…