Oh No They Didn't
Title: Oh No They Didn't
Author: miranda882
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Draco
Summary: Ron finds out - or does he? Well, Draco knows but nobody ever listens to him.
Draco first had an inkling that something was wrong when he arrived at the Ministry that morning.
All conversation had abruptly ceased for a few seconds before resuming in a more hushed manner.
If he had been anyone else, he probably would have grabbed the nearest ministry worker by the collar and demanded to be told what was going on. However, years of dealing with fellow Slytherins had taught him that it would be unwise to show his weakness - in this case, that he was lacking a vital piece of information, if the twitters were anything to judge by.
"...feel bad for him even if.."
"...knew she'd see his true colors..."
"...on the market now?"
Giving up trying to make any sense of the gossip around him, Draco simply kept his eyes focused on his destination and his thoughts on what pile of paperwork he should be tackling first. Having arrived back from a mission only yesterday evening, his lovers had kept him up until the early hours of the morning, leaving him very tired but pleasantly sated.
Stifling a yawn as he sat down behind his desk, he was soon immersed in trying to finish his report when the door to his office swung open and in walked his least favourite person in the wizarding world.
Well, maybe second least. Merlin knows it's hard to move Voldemort of off that #1 position.
"Malfoy." Ron Weasley's voice unbearably smug this morning.
"Weasley," was Draco's only acknowledgement of his presence after a good ten seconds of silence. He was actually surprised that the ginger lasted that long without making an insulting remark, "What do you want?"
"I told you Hermione would see you for the death eater you are!"
"Are we back to this discussion again? I frankly don't see how my relationship with Granger is any of your-"
"This is priceless!" Ron chortled, "You still don't know yet!"
"What are you talking about?" Draco bit out.
A look of malicious glee came across Ron's face as he tossed a copy that morning's Daily Prophet onto Draco's desk.
HERMIONE GRANGER'S NEW LOVE
SPLITZVILLE FOR GRANGER AND MALFOY HEIR?
Accompanying the headlines were photos of Harry and Hermione at the Longbottom party that previous weekend. A few of them showed the two of them laughing together, Harry's arm around Hermione. In all, very tame. His eyes were soon drawn to the largest photo on the page was where picture Hermione moaned as picture Harry slowly laid a trail of kisses down her neck. Meanwhile, his hand slowly lifted her leg up to his waist before they disapparated.
There were a few photos of himself and Hermione from a few months before at the Ministry Gala.
...have revealed that Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter may have been seeing each other for quite some time, even when she was purportedly in a relationship with Draco Malfoy...
Mr. Malfoy could not be reached for a comment.
So that's why the rotten weasel was here. He wanted to gloat. Too bad Weasley didn't know that he was missing a vital piece of information.
"Is that all?"
Ron's eyes widened for a second in surprise before he recovered, "How does it feel like to lose to Harry once again, Malfoy? You couldn't even get the girl to stay!"
"Speaking from experience, are we?" Draco curved his lips into a smirk, "What? No hissy fit about how Potter stole your girl?" It was no secret (to him at least) that the weasel still carried a torch for Granger.
"We're not talking about me, ferret!"
"But that's why you're here right now," continued Draco silkily, "You and your insecurities wanted to come and have a good gloat. It must kill you that Granger chose to turn to Potter instead of you."
"Better Harry than you, Malfoy!"
"But then, you've never been her first choice, have you?" Draco continued, inwardly enjoying how red Weasley's face was turning.
"I don't care if she spreads her legs for half the ministry as long as it's not you!"
There was a familiar gasp from the doorway and both Draco and Ron looked over to see a furious Hermione Granger storming into the room.
The next second, Ron stumbled to the right from the force of Hermione's slap. "How dare you!"
Draco found his eyes drawn to Hermione's heaving chest as she verbally tore into the weasel who was now trying to placate her with the eloquent and well-thought-out argument of "But it's Malfoy!"
"OUT!"
Without waiting for Ron's response, she muttered a quick banishment charm on him and slammed the door. The sound of a body hitting an object made a crashing noise, but Hermione ignored it.
"I came here as soon as I saw the art-" Hermione's words were muffled as the blond slanted his lips over hers. Before she realized it, the back of her legs had hit something hard and she gave a small squeak as Draco grabbed her waist and hoisted her onto the desk.
Hermione gasped as his mouth trailed down the side of her throat, "We can't-" It was with no small amount of effort that she finally managed to give him a small feeble push at his chest. "Draco!"
"What?" He looked a bit irritable at being interrupted.
"What are we going to do?"
"I was looking forward to a mid-morning shag before getting back to my paperwork."
Hermione slapped his shoulder, 'That's not what I meant!"
"Our secret's out," Draco's head dropped onto her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. "Well, half of it is anyways. I suppose we might as well come clean."
She sighed, "I'm a bit relieved, actually. I'm tired of hiding our relationship with Harry."
The temporary silence was abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice. "WE'RE TOGETHER, ALRIGHT!!".
"I think he's taken care of that problem," said Draco, giving Hermione a sardonic look as Harry shoved Ron back into the office.
"Mate, there's really no need to take the joke this far. It's not funny anymore," Ron was protesting until he caught sight of Draco and Hermione. Or rather, he saw Hermione perched on the side of the desk, legs wrapped around Draco with one of his hands clearly under her skirt.
"Get off of her, Malfoy!"
Draco just rolled his eyes and made absolutely no move to change his position despite the fact that Hermione was now indiscreetly trying to get him to move back. Rather, his left hand decided to move further up her thigh until she caught his wrist in a vise grip.
"Aren't you going to say something?" The idiot was still talking, "Harry, don't get mad!! It's not Hermione's fault! The ferret clearly has her under a spell!"
"I'm not mad, Ron." Harry looked as though he had a headache coming on, "I already told you, we're together."
"I know you and Hermione are together. That's why we need to get her out of Malfoy's evil clutches!"
"No, what Potter means to say," drawled Draco, eager to get the weasel out of his office now that both his lovers were here, "Is that we're fucking each other. Now if you could kindly get out of-"
"We know you're shagging Hermione, Malfoy! There's no need to rub it in Harry's face!"
Surely Weasley wasn't that thick, was he? Apparently he was. Draco honestly had no idea what Harry and Hermione saw in the weasel. One hand fisting onto Harry's robes, he yanked the other man over to his side and covered Harry's mouth with his own. Their tongues tangled as Draco slowly loosened his grip on the other man's robes.
"Stupefy!"
Years of reflexes honed during the war meant that both Harry and Draco were able to avoid Ron's stunning hex.
"What the hell, Ron!" Draco could see that Harry's patience was starting to wear thin.
"Blimey, he's got you under the spell too!"
Draco groaned. Either Weasley really was that dense or he was deep in denial. Probably both. He knew he should have stayed in bed this morning.
Author: miranda882
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Draco
Summary: Ron finds out - or does he? Well, Draco knows but nobody ever listens to him.
Draco first had an inkling that something was wrong when he arrived at the Ministry that morning.
All conversation had abruptly ceased for a few seconds before resuming in a more hushed manner.
If he had been anyone else, he probably would have grabbed the nearest ministry worker by the collar and demanded to be told what was going on. However, years of dealing with fellow Slytherins had taught him that it would be unwise to show his weakness - in this case, that he was lacking a vital piece of information, if the twitters were anything to judge by.
"...feel bad for him even if.."
"...knew she'd see his true colors..."
"...on the market now?"
Giving up trying to make any sense of the gossip around him, Draco simply kept his eyes focused on his destination and his thoughts on what pile of paperwork he should be tackling first. Having arrived back from a mission only yesterday evening, his lovers had kept him up until the early hours of the morning, leaving him very tired but pleasantly sated.
Stifling a yawn as he sat down behind his desk, he was soon immersed in trying to finish his report when the door to his office swung open and in walked his least favourite person in the wizarding world.
Well, maybe second least. Merlin knows it's hard to move Voldemort of off that #1 position.
"Malfoy." Ron Weasley's voice unbearably smug this morning.
"Weasley," was Draco's only acknowledgement of his presence after a good ten seconds of silence. He was actually surprised that the ginger lasted that long without making an insulting remark, "What do you want?"
"I told you Hermione would see you for the death eater you are!"
"Are we back to this discussion again? I frankly don't see how my relationship with Granger is any of your-"
"This is priceless!" Ron chortled, "You still don't know yet!"
"What are you talking about?" Draco bit out.
A look of malicious glee came across Ron's face as he tossed a copy that morning's Daily Prophet onto Draco's desk.
HERMIONE GRANGER'S NEW LOVE
SPLITZVILLE FOR GRANGER AND MALFOY HEIR?
Accompanying the headlines were photos of Harry and Hermione at the Longbottom party that previous weekend. A few of them showed the two of them laughing together, Harry's arm around Hermione. In all, very tame. His eyes were soon drawn to the largest photo on the page was where picture Hermione moaned as picture Harry slowly laid a trail of kisses down her neck. Meanwhile, his hand slowly lifted her leg up to his waist before they disapparated.
There were a few photos of himself and Hermione from a few months before at the Ministry Gala.
...have revealed that Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter may have been seeing each other for quite some time, even when she was purportedly in a relationship with Draco Malfoy...
Mr. Malfoy could not be reached for a comment.
So that's why the rotten weasel was here. He wanted to gloat. Too bad Weasley didn't know that he was missing a vital piece of information.
"Is that all?"
Ron's eyes widened for a second in surprise before he recovered, "How does it feel like to lose to Harry once again, Malfoy? You couldn't even get the girl to stay!"
"Speaking from experience, are we?" Draco curved his lips into a smirk, "What? No hissy fit about how Potter stole your girl?" It was no secret (to him at least) that the weasel still carried a torch for Granger.
"We're not talking about me, ferret!"
"But that's why you're here right now," continued Draco silkily, "You and your insecurities wanted to come and have a good gloat. It must kill you that Granger chose to turn to Potter instead of you."
"Better Harry than you, Malfoy!"
"But then, you've never been her first choice, have you?" Draco continued, inwardly enjoying how red Weasley's face was turning.
"I don't care if she spreads her legs for half the ministry as long as it's not you!"
There was a familiar gasp from the doorway and both Draco and Ron looked over to see a furious Hermione Granger storming into the room.
The next second, Ron stumbled to the right from the force of Hermione's slap. "How dare you!"
Draco found his eyes drawn to Hermione's heaving chest as she verbally tore into the weasel who was now trying to placate her with the eloquent and well-thought-out argument of "But it's Malfoy!"
"OUT!"
Without waiting for Ron's response, she muttered a quick banishment charm on him and slammed the door. The sound of a body hitting an object made a crashing noise, but Hermione ignored it.
"I came here as soon as I saw the art-" Hermione's words were muffled as the blond slanted his lips over hers. Before she realized it, the back of her legs had hit something hard and she gave a small squeak as Draco grabbed her waist and hoisted her onto the desk.
Hermione gasped as his mouth trailed down the side of her throat, "We can't-" It was with no small amount of effort that she finally managed to give him a small feeble push at his chest. "Draco!"
"What?" He looked a bit irritable at being interrupted.
"What are we going to do?"
"I was looking forward to a mid-morning shag before getting back to my paperwork."
Hermione slapped his shoulder, 'That's not what I meant!"
"Our secret's out," Draco's head dropped onto her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. "Well, half of it is anyways. I suppose we might as well come clean."
She sighed, "I'm a bit relieved, actually. I'm tired of hiding our relationship with Harry."
The temporary silence was abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice. "WE'RE TOGETHER, ALRIGHT!!".
"I think he's taken care of that problem," said Draco, giving Hermione a sardonic look as Harry shoved Ron back into the office.
"Mate, there's really no need to take the joke this far. It's not funny anymore," Ron was protesting until he caught sight of Draco and Hermione. Or rather, he saw Hermione perched on the side of the desk, legs wrapped around Draco with one of his hands clearly under her skirt.
"Get off of her, Malfoy!"
Draco just rolled his eyes and made absolutely no move to change his position despite the fact that Hermione was now indiscreetly trying to get him to move back. Rather, his left hand decided to move further up her thigh until she caught his wrist in a vise grip.
"Aren't you going to say something?" The idiot was still talking, "Harry, don't get mad!! It's not Hermione's fault! The ferret clearly has her under a spell!"
"I'm not mad, Ron." Harry looked as though he had a headache coming on, "I already told you, we're together."
"I know you and Hermione are together. That's why we need to get her out of Malfoy's evil clutches!"
"No, what Potter means to say," drawled Draco, eager to get the weasel out of his office now that both his lovers were here, "Is that we're fucking each other. Now if you could kindly get out of-"
"We know you're shagging Hermione, Malfoy! There's no need to rub it in Harry's face!"
Surely Weasley wasn't that thick, was he? Apparently he was. Draco honestly had no idea what Harry and Hermione saw in the weasel. One hand fisting onto Harry's robes, he yanked the other man over to his side and covered Harry's mouth with his own. Their tongues tangled as Draco slowly loosened his grip on the other man's robes.
"Stupefy!"
Years of reflexes honed during the war meant that both Harry and Draco were able to avoid Ron's stunning hex.
"What the hell, Ron!" Draco could see that Harry's patience was starting to wear thin.
"Blimey, he's got you under the spell too!"
Draco groaned. Either Weasley really was that dense or he was deep in denial. Probably both. He knew he should have stayed in bed this morning.