Ok so this is a short story… a little plot but mostly sex. Slash and Threesome, if you don't like the idea of harry Draco and Hermione engaging in absolutly magnificantly erotic dealings… click that back button and stop searching for R rated Harry/Draco stories.

Thank you to Darcus for Betaing this story, and for convincing me to make this a chapter'd story.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone,

Chrys

Hermione sat on the couch in the living room that faced the front door. She was holding a book in her hand, but hadn't flipped a page in over an hour. She was waiting for that man that was going to be quite sorry when he got home. As she waited she thought about the other important man in her life. Harry wasn't anything like Ron. He was nice, kind, caring, strong, and unfortunately for Hermione, completely committed to his lover Draco Malfoy.

No one had seen itcoming. Especially two years after the last battle. Harry had spent those two years working hard in his position as an auror, and dating as much as possible. Ginny hadn't been as faithful as he had hoped and had fallen ridiculously in love with Neville Longbottom. Since he found out, it seemed as if become free. He went out to bars and clubs at night, partied hard and worked harder, and it seemed like he loved it. Hermione had been happy for him as long as he was happy. She had spent those two years working in the bookstore and trying to be the best girlfriend she possibly could to Ron.

Everything had changed two months ago. Two months ago was the catalyst to the whole situation. How could one event, cause everything to explode… then again that was the definition of a catalyst? Hermione and Ron were enjoying a calm night in front of their fireplace. Ron was relaxing on the couch, writing a report to give to his father the next day on the outbreak of the charmed tea kettles that would change the water into beer, while Hermione was lying against him reading a book that had just come into the store.

There had been a knock on the door and Hermione got up, kissing Ron gently on the lips before answering it. When she opened the door there stood Harry.

"Hey Harry, What's up?" She asked leaning against the door.

"Um… I kinda need to talk to you and Ron. Is it alright if I come in?"

"Sure." She said opening the door for him and letting him step through. She closed it behind him and went back to the couch, sitting down and laying once again against Ron, who put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

"What's up Mate?" Ron asked, putting his quill down and looking at Harry, who had sat on the loveseat on the other side of the coffee table.

"You guys are with me no matter whatright?" Harry asked, apprehensively.

"Um… duh. Honestly Harrywe only followed you through the forests of the U.K. for months on end when you didn't know what the hell you were doing… I think we're gonna be here forever." Hermione said, shaking her head like he had askedthe dumbest question in the world.

She looked up at Ron who was also nodding his head. "Ends of the Earth and back mate… what's going on?"

Harry smiled a little at this and moved forward, sitting just on the edge of the loveseat, "Guys… I'm …umm…. Uhh… I um, like blokes."

Harry looked at Hermione's face, hoping not to see a look of horror… and he was right. Hermione sat there as placidly as possible, as if he had just told them that chicken was for dinner. He gave a small smile to Hermione who smiled quietly back at him, in acceptance. He looked up and caught Ron's eye, seeing shock, but still not seeing any revolution.

"How… how long have you known?" Ron asked, completely dumb founded.

"Last few months actually… it was kinda weird… just started noticing blokes… well actually one bloke in particular."

"Who caught your eye," Hermione asked, intrigued.

"Why me of courseGranger." A voice saidWhen they looked up Draco Malfoy's disembodied head hovered in front of the door, before he completely removed Harry's invisibility cloak. "How could it be anyone else?"

Ron jumped up, knocking Hermione over and on to the floor as he pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Draco's throat. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Harry had gotten up and stepped around the coffee table to help Hermione up, knowing full well that Draco could disarm Ron in a second. As he grasped her hands and pulled her to her feet he said, "Draco is my boyfriendRon… and I would ask you to lower your wand before he does it for you."

Draco smirked at this, but more at the comment than at Wesley.

"This is my Goddamn house and I will point my wand at whom ever I wish." Ron shouted, not taking his eyes or wand off of the newest member of the conversation.

Hermione, who had come to understand Ron's anger, moved in front of him. Sliding her hand up his arm and taking his wand from him, she wrapped her other arm around his waist. "Sit down babe… let them finish talking."

Ron looked down at her, in shock, wondering why she wasn't flipping out at the fact that the boy that had tormented her for six years of school, who's aunt and tortured her, was in their fucking house. After a few seconds of Hermione's gentle encouragement Ron sat back down, holding Hermione as close as he could as if to protect her, completely forgetting that she was holding his wand.

Draco sent a dazzling smile at Hermione in thanks and took a seat next to Harry, immediately linking fingers with him.

"As I was saying… Draco caught my eye, and after a few weeks of dancing around the obvious we got together and so here we are "As long as your happy Harry," Hermione said gently as she smiled at him.

Harry had the largest grin on his face that anyone else in that room had ever seen; in fact it probably rivaled the one he was wearing when he had first caught the snitch. "Very much so…"

Ron jumped up again, "What the fuck? IT'S DRACO FUCKING MALFOY! How can you possibly think this is alright?" he asked of both Harry and Hermione. Both were taken aback. Sure Draco hadn't been a great person back in school, but if Harry was head over heals for him, he couldn't be that bad, Hermione thought.

"Ron…" Harry started, obviously hurt.

"NO… don't FUCKING talk to me… I can't believe you would forget about every thing he did… every person that could be alive today and aren't because of him, I can't believe you would forget about every evil vial thing he called us, or put us through. What the fuck is wrong with you Harry?"

"DAMN IT Ronpeople change. YOU changed, I changed, Hermione changed. We all changed… and what I don't understand is why can't you just let it go… we were stupid teenagers, we all did stupid shit. You want me to think about the people that could be alive if it weren't for him… what about for us? Our actions caused people to die. WE WERE IN A FUCKING WAR!" Harry was screaming, and both Hermione and Draco were quite worried.Harry hadn't even been this upset when he was facing Voldemort.

"I want you out of my house." Ron said sternly.

"RON!" Hermione yelled at her boyfriend.

"Your gonna take his side aren't you?" he asked, obvious pain in his eyes. "You always fucking take his side. Who are you dating Hermione, him or me?" With that Ron grabbed his wand that was lying on the table and walked out the door.

Hermione shook her head, and lowered it into her hands, completely and utterly ashamed of him. There were a few seconds pause before Draco's slightly sarcastic, but not nearly as cutting as it used to be, voice was heard.

"Well, that went… well."

Harry looked over at Draco and laughed, to which Hermione joined in a few seconds later.

"I'm really sorry Harry… You know how he is… he'll come around sooner or later, he always does."

Hermione looked back on that day knowing full well that it was the catalyst as to why she was sitting here on her couch, home from work hours earlier than she ever was. Hermione placed her book down on the table and stared into the burning. It was a freezing winter this year, and the fire had been charmed to burn 24/7 in order to keep the rest of the house at a decent temperature.

She really had to thank Lavender for this, in a good way. You see, it was just last week that her and Lavender had gone to out on their monthly outing. It was the girls' tradition. Hermione, Lavender, and Ginny would spend an afternoon at their favorite coffee shop discussing what was going on in their lives, what muggle movies were coming out, and who they thought might have a chance of winning the Quidditch world cup. Ginny had gotten extremely sick the day before and couldn't even leave bed, leaving Hermione and Lavender, who had been getting along quite nicely since the end of school, alone.

They had just sat down at their table when Lavender spoke up. "Hermione, I do have something to tell you, and I hope this won't ruin our relationship, but I can't possibly go on without knowing how you feel about this."

Hermione was extremely intrigued. What possible event in Lavenders life could involve her?

"What is it Lav?"

"Last month… well Ron came over, and he told me all about how you guys broke up, which by the way I am so sorry to hear. I always thought you two were meant for each other. Anyway he hung out for a while, and we talked, and talked… and then he left, and I was going to owl you to make sure you were ok, but then Ron came back and knocked on the door… and well, he kissed me. And I swear I didn't do anything to instigate that, you're my friend and your not supposed to kiss your friends ex right after they break up… there is like a rule somewhere, I think. Anyway, he left again and I completely forgot about the owl. Then he came over again and again, and we started… well you know… kinda a whole like friends with benefits thing, which is fun, I mean I'm sure you know how good he is… and it was just like harmless fun right? So I just wanted to make sure that you were ok with it, because if your not, I'll totally stop. I'm just so mad at myself for not asking you earlier, but one thing led to another, you know?"

Lavender finally stopped to take a breath, then she lifted her cup to her mouth and took a sip of her still hot coffee.

Hermione was in shock. Ron had told her they broke up? Newsflash for her, she was still living and sleeping with him… It was then that her plan unfolded in her mind.

"Yeah Lav… Totally cool. We only broke up cause we didn't see eye to eye. I don't see why you two shouldn't see each other if you can make it together. Do both of us a favor though, and don't tell him I said that. See, he's probably still a little miffed at me, and if he knew you guys had my seal of approval, he might do something… drastic."

Lavender was completely oblivious. "Sure… no problem. Wouldn't want to do anything to mess it up.He's such a great guy."

How ironic it had been that it was Lavender that had blown the whistle on him…

Hermione looked up as she heard keys jangle in the door, realizing that this was the moment when everything came together and fell apart at the same time. She sat back, plastered a huge smile on her face and waited as the door opened and Ron, with his arm wrapped around Lavender, his mouth attached to hers, stepped through the threshold.

"Hello, love." She said in her calmest voice possible.

Ron and Lavender instantly broke apart in surprise, not expecting anyone else to be in the house.

"Hermione… what are you doing here?" Lavender asked, completely oblivious to the fact that this was still Hermione's home.

"I live here Lav."

"You didn't tell me that after you guys broke up you decided to continue to live together," she said slightly annoyed at Ron.

"I… um…"Ron stumbled, looking back and forth between the two women.

"There's a lot Ron hasn't told either one of us…" Hermione answered.

"What does she mean Ronikins?"

Hermione almost threw up right then and there. "Yes Ronikins, what do I mean?"

Ron was dumbfounded, "What are you doing home early Hermione… you always work till five on Tuesday."

"Boss said I could go home early because I wasn't feeling well. You see, I had heard some bad news about my boyfriend and it made me sick…"

Lavender looked confused and quite innocent at the same time. How she ever graduated, Hermione didn't know. She had to be a bigger ditz than Pansy Parkinson. "Bad news about your boyfriend? You didn't tell me that you had a new boyfriend."

"Well, that's because I don't have a new boyfriend, Lav. The particular boy I'm speaking about just so happens to be the man that has his arm around you." If you hadlooked at Hermione at that moment, you would have seen the stone hard look on her face. She showed no emotion except perfect aloofness.

"I'm really confused." Lavender said, her brows scrunched together as if she was trying to think really hard.

"Let me clear some stuff up for all of us then. What day did Ron tell you that we broke up?"

" Um… Last month… it was a Wednesday… so November fifteenth."

"November fifteenth happens to be the day that Harry came over and told us about him and Draco. Ron stomped off when I wouldn't agree with his babyish attitude and I can only assume went to your house. The thing is Lav… we never broke up. He came back the next morning, we made up, and we've been together this entire time. That is until you told me last week that you two had also been together this entire time as well. Sorry I couldn't tell you then Lavender, but I wanted to see the look on Ron's face when I caught him red handed."

Ron was trying to form a coherent sentence… it wasn't working out too well to for him. Either way he went he was going to lose… and lose badly.

"Ever notice Lavender, that when you come over here, there are empty spaces on the walls and pictures are face down?" Hermione asked.

"Uh… yeah actually I have. I always wondered about that."

"That's because those pictures are of us, of Ron and I. He couldn't let you find out that we were still together, because that would ruin everything. But don't worry Ron. All those pictures you hid or overturned before you left on your date with Lavender here, I have packed up, and am taking them with me. You'll never have to move them again."

"With … you?" he asked as if he was suddenly the ditz in the room.

"With me, Ronikins. I'm leaving. All of my stuff is packed, and I have informed the landlord that I'll be moving out. Seeing how its only your name on the lease, he didn't mind much. Remember the payments on the 20th, and I'm going somewhere far from here, and far from you." Her voice was calm but her eyes reflected different. This was the boy she had grown up with. The boy she had loved since he saved her from the troll in first year, the boy she clung to when times got hard, and he had gone and ruined everything.

She grabbed the two bags that were on the floor by the couch, and tucked her book into one of them. Everything that belonged to her was shrunk and sitting inside of those two magically weightless bags.

"This is the point where we are actually broken up. So now would be the time to run to Lavender… oh wait, you already did. Goodbye Ronald." She lifted her bags and walked out the still open door.

Ron let go of Lavender and ran after her. He grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"Hermione I… what I mean to say is… I…"

Hermione silenced him with a look, and said a line from a favorite one of her muggle movies that she never thought she would have the strength or reason to say and mean, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

And with that she clutched her wand and disappeared.

End of Chapter One

If you happen to be watching this as a movie, this would be the time you get up and get a nice refill of your drink, and another bucket of popcorn… do hope you are enjoying the show.