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Every Sunday, it was the same for Draco Malfoy, and it had been since the second week of July in 1998.
That was the Sunday he met his aunt Andromeda for the first time, and the first time in over twenty years that his mother saw her sister.
Sunday Dinner.
Now, almost sixteen years later, it was still the easy highlight of his week. It began with him, his mother, his aunt, his late cousin’s son, Teddy, and Potter, and for the most part, it had remained that way, give or take a few people, like his own son, Scorpius.
The entire opportunity had been good for him. He was able to heal from his wounds of the war and get close to family his mother had loved deeply but hadn’t been able to say a word about.
He’d also become friends with Potter due to the experience.
However, the best part was undoubtedly getting to build a relationship with his late cousin’s son.
Teddy was a good kid. A great kid, actually. Talented with his magic, and everything Draco probably wished he had in a childhood. In other words, he made up for his misdeeds of the past by being the best “uncle” Teddy could ask for. It made him all the more excited for his own kids one day, and he hadn’t even liked kids prior to it.
Scorpius had become his entire world, even in his rather bland marriage with a sick, dying wife who had resigned herself to her own fate. He’d wanted more children, but only one seemed to be in the cards for him.
Even then, Sunday dinners were his favorite part of the week, sixteen years later.
It was a stable event, and in his rather mundane life as the head of the Malfoy name, it was fun.
Even when unexpected guests showed up.
It had begun as usual, with himself showing up with Scorpius, his mother already there with his aunt, and Potter arriving not long after him. He never really came with his own children, despite having three of them. Apparently, the Weasley’s had another standing Sunday tradition that took up more time, and since his own wife was the youngest of the seven children of Molly Weasley, they’d made a compromise.
She and the kids went to their grandparents, while Potter came to Andromeda’s.
It was the same this week too, except for one singular different guest.
It wasn’t this guest’s first time at this Sunday dinner, but considering she was married to a Weasley, her presence here didn’t make that much sense.
Despite that, he couldn’t really complain. He’d felt like he’d seen more of her lately, always in weirdly small sundresses that tied at the neck and revealed her thin frame.
Today was no different as she walked down the stairs of the cottage in a baby blue sundress, stopping in surprise as he locked eyes with her.
“Granger?”
“It’s Granger-Weasley.” She smiled politely.
“Same thing, just longer.” He shrugged, and Potter came walking in not long after that, bringing his friend into a hug.
“Don’t you have your own Sunday dinner to be at?” He asked suspiciously, rolling his eyes. She looked at him, annoyed, but said nothing.
“Oh, Hermione was tutoring Teddy so he’s prepped for his NEWT level classes next year.” Potter explained. “He did so well on his OWLs that he’s actually not miserable about going to school anymore.”
“He’s a good student.” She smiled softly, not missing a beat. Sure enough, Teddy came down the stairs in his casual wear with a grin and a wave, trying his best to avoid a hug from everyone, but failing.
The only hug he willingly went into was Granger’s, despite the fact that he’d already spent time with her anyway. His hair even turned a faint shade of pink as his hands squeezed a bit too long as she tried to break free.
Draco tried not to watch, but it was an odd sight, until he remembered that he was a teenage boy probably just wanting to linger around a woman in a nice sundress and a face that passed for one of his classmates despite having gone to school with his “uncles” if that was the term.
She was older than them both, too, but the woman was a fucking vampire.
Every time he saw her, it was like traveling back in time to school. She looked the same, no matter what. Only her hair had changed, growing out longer and looser, falling down her shoulders and back in what only represented loose waves now.
It was scary, but as Scorpius dragged him back into the kitchen to talk to his mother, he only heard a faint whisper of something that set off an alarm in his head.
“Can I get a kiss, too?”
It was Teddy’s voice, asking that to Granger, and he had to try with all his effort to make sure his head didn’t whip around too fast.
Had he really just asked for a kiss from Granger?
“Excuse me?” Granger’s reasonable voice gasped in a whisper.
“You told me that if I pulled off that transfiguration, I could ask for anything. I want a kiss.”
He was leaning back against the wall now, telling Scorp that he would join them in just a second, listening in to the boy’s horny desperation, peeking over just slightly.
“That’s inappropriate.” Granger scoffed.
“But you promised.” He pouted. “Just on the cheek. You used to do it all the time when I was younger.”
“Yeah, when you weren’t trying to grope me.” She laughed, then placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, to which his hair bloomed pink once more. She was aware that he had wandering hands on her, yet only teased him about it instead of reprimanding him.
He was very, very, confused, and uneasy at the sight he was seeing, and he couldn’t shake it all evening until dinner itself, when his mother made a comment about Granger’s wear.
“That’s far too revealing to be wearing at the dinner table.” She whispered, sneering at the woman.
“Not really, Cissy.” Andromeda sighed. “She’s a thin woman and I think she looks pretty. I would’ve loved to look that good after three kids.”
“Goodness, she has three?” She gasped. “What potions is she taking?”
“The potion of loving her kids.” Draco muttered. Even with a husband that was less than desirable.
Dinner itself was a perfectly fine endeavor, as he sat across from his mother, with Scorp on one side and Potter on the other. Teddy sat next to Scorp on his right and Granger sat next to his mother across his way.
Teddy talked about his prep for his sixth year, basically gushing over how helpful Granger had been in his endeavors, speaking as if she was a goddess of wisdom. He’d always done that though, so he wasn’t that surprised when she kind of was a goddess of wisdom.
All in all, it was going alright, nothing suspicious in the slightest.
Until he dropped his fork.
He’d crouched down and gotten below the overarching table cloth to find the silverware himself because he wasn’t below getting on the floor these days.
That’s when he saw it, and he froze in simultaneous shock and terror.
Granger’s bare foot was rubbing into Teddy’s crotch, slowly and languidly, and the boy was clearly painfully aroused in the matter.
Hermione Granger. Well, Granger-Weasley, as she was a married woman, was giving her best friend’s god son a clothed foot-job whilst at Sunday dinner.
He grabbed the fork and banged his head against the table in shock as he tried to get up, causing many to gasp in shock.
“Ow, fuck!” He yelled, getting up. “Sorry, miscalculated.”
“You alright?” Potter asked.
“My head isn’t.” He mumbled.
He spared a second to look at Teddy and Granger, and while one was the epitome of calm, cutting her food neatly and eating as if nothing was going on, the other was bright red and clearly not holding on well. Since he had banged his head under the table though, the focus was not on the secretive couple at all.
His hair was still pink, which would make sense considering he was being jerked off underneath the table, but the fact that Granger, a married woman with kids that was HIS AGE was the one doing it made him want to call her out right then and there.
But he didn’t. He kept his mouth shut and pushed away his food as it tasted bland in his dry mouth.
However, when Teddy made a funny sound that sounded like a choked moan, which he could only assume was the sound of him ejaculating in his pants, he quickly dismissed himself while Granger played a doting mother asking him if he was alright.
She was too cunning that it was terrifying. He’d thought she’d be the one to wear her heart on her sleeves, but she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He swallowed nervously, making up his own excuse to go talk to Teddy while everyone else was still downstairs.
He would be having words with him first, an explanation, and then he would corner Granger.
Teddy was the first son he had, even if he wasn’t his father, and he would be damned if he let him fall into something as dangerous as this. He couldn’t run around having sex with a grown woman. At least, he hoped it hadn’t gotten to fully blown sex, but that was asking for a lot after what he had seen.
So, as he walked up the stairs, thinking of how to approach the subject as calmly as possible, he tried to let his rage temper down as much as he could before knocking on the door.
Teddy opened the door with a smile and a new pair of pants, a bit awkward but otherwise completely normal for a teenage boy.
Except, his room was ridiculously clean, as if he had cleaned it while anticipating Granger. Teddy wasn’t dirty, but definitely cluttered. The place was absolutely spotless except for a slight area around his bed.
“Hey, Drake, what do you need?”
His voice was off, and Draco hated when he called him that, so he got straight to the point.
“I want to know why Hermione Granger’s foot was stroking your crotch at dinner earlier.”
His face dropped into horror instantly.
Guilty.
Fuck. He didn’t even know what to do now. He couldn’t believe it. Hermione Granger-Weasley, a woman who had become a rather perfect housewife unlike what was expected of her aspirations at the ministry, was seducing a sixteen year old.
“What are you talking about?” He quickly scoffed, but that split second reaction had said enough. “Where did that come from?”
“Don’t play dumb now. You’re a shite liar. I was at the other end of the table, but when I had to pick up my fork off of the floor, I saw everything.”
His face fell back into horror once more, and he just dropped his head into his hands. “Fuck.”
“Are you going to give an explanation?” He tapped his foot. “Or are you just going to wait for me to leave?”
“I’m waiting for you to leave. This isn’t your business.”
“Would you rather talk about this with me or Potter?”
He went even whiter.
“Or perhaps even your grandmother?”
The evidence of lost control with his magic was evident in his hair color that turned a murky green.
“No, no—fuck! Just—just give me a minute!” He scrambled, trying to throw his shirt on, and in a move so bad it revealed the secret he was trying to hide, he tried to kick something under his bed, only for them to get caught on his toes.
A woman’s knickers.
They weren’t racy at all. Lace? Yes, but they were a coral blue color that was fun more than anything, and then that’s when Draco knew it was really game over.
This wasn’t just flirting, like he had foolishly hoped, but—
Teddy was shagging her. Teddy was having an affair with Hermione Granger-Weasley, and they’d even shagged in his bedroom recently enough that she’d even left her knickers behind.
“Oh god!” He mumbled, and before he even got a chance to fight back, Draco snatched the lace away from him, as his cousin looked on in horror.
He didn’t even care that he was holding Hermione Granger’s knickers in his hands. He was so angry and disturbed that he pushed down his primal urge to wank to them. He’d do that later.
“They’re not hers!” He insisted without a word, which only made him more guilty.
“Tutoring” what a fucking joke.
“You were shagging her earlier, weren’t you? You weren’t studying at all, were you? You were in here shagging a woman twice your age who is not supposed to ever have sex with you!”
Teddy wasn’t a legal adult in the wizarding world yet either, so this was beyond illegal. He looked down, clearly angry and hurt that he’d yell at him like this, but Draco wasn’t even that angry at him.
He was furious at Granger. She had a husband, kids, and a family that had been deemed perfect in the eyes of society. Yet, she was preying on a teenage boy for sex. Draco felt pissed with Teddy, no doubt, but his head hurt with the information he’d been dumped with now. She was the adult, and she was the one seducing a teenaged boy.
She’d come down in her cute sundress without her knickers on, acting with a small, cute smile, and the whole time, she had been shagging her best friend’s godson!
She was a hidden minx, a panther preying on a young boy that was probably just giddy to have sex with an experienced woman.
The worst part? Draco understood exactly why Teddy was doing it. He didn’t have any older female figures in his life at sixteen that wanted to shag him, and especially not one like Hermione Granger. If a chance like that had dropped into his lap instead of the dark mark, he would’ve been the happiest boy alive.
He wouldn’t have cared about any husbands, or relationships, or kids if it meant he got to shag a beautiful woman.
Why? Why would someone like Hermione Granger do this?
“How long?” He asked. “How long have you been—“
He replied quickly, groaning. “Since my birthday. I got permission to leave Hogwarts for more preparation for my OWLs and I have actually been studying with her, you know? But—“ He groaned again. “She was in an argument with Ron and she was so sad. He stormed out and she crumbled on the floor, sobbing. I just wanted to comfort her, and she’d even gotten me a cake.”
He smiled dumbly. Fucking hell. He was infatuated with her. He could see it on his face.
“She asked what I wanted for my birthday, and I told her I didn’t want to be a virgin, and so…” The idiot had a dumb grin on his face as if reliving the memory.
“You had sex with her, and you’ve continued to have sex with her.” He finished without a beat missed, face unmoving and tone pissed.
He quickly began excuses.
“She’s lonely, and—“
“Weasley being terrible to her doesn’t mean she gets to pounce on you.” He jabbed a finger into his chest.
“No, it’s just that Ron isn’t present. She’s lonely. They were arguing because she wants him at home more, but he wants to focus on work.”
She’d given up her work for him, and yet he wasn’t willing to do the same. He felt sympathy, but not while she was shagging Teddy.
“And she doesn’t need a teenage boy for company. She is the smartest woman in Wizarding Britain. She doesn’t need a teenage boy for pleasure.” He said sternly. “She is married, and for fucks sake, you go to school with her son!”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Should I start cracking stepdad jokes?” He smirked, and Draco burned hot with anger.
He was being used, taken advantage of, and yet he hadn’t a clue. “Don’t get smart with me, you are still—“
“I’m sixteen and I’ve wanked to her for years. She’s fit and passes for a twenty year old at most.” He scoffed.
The funny part was that he was right and wrong.
Having kids had kept Hermione Granger young. Motherhood sucked the lives out of so many, but not her. She wasn’t the sexy, sultry type of seductress. She was still cute, innocent, pretty, like a flower girl.
She was unsuspecting. She was the last person to have an affair with a teenage boy.
She was the perfect housewife, even leaving behind her ambitions in the ministry to pop out kids. That had been surprising to him, and as he got closer with the unexpected, even Potter hadn’t understood it.
But if Potter found out that his best friend was shagging his godson…
It would get ugly. Really, really, ugly.
Not to mention that she was cheating on her husband, his other best friend. She’d had three kids on his behalf, a son that was thirteen, a daughter that was eight, Scorp’s age, and an another son that was six. And yet, he saw her using her foot to stroke an erection on a boy that was only sixteen.
He was disgusted. Of course, he’d always thought she could do better than Weasley, and he occasionally voiced his opinion to Potter when they’d meet at Andromeda’s.
But better was not a sixteen year old boy.
She had all of her husband’s friends wrapped around her finger. Even her brothers in law. She was probably the only woman to get fitter after popping out three kids. She still had the body from her teen years, thin, lean and perky. She wasn’t curvy, but he’d seen more of her legs and back in the past ten years than he ever saw of her in his teen years.
She’d gotten really cute after the Yule Ball, he supposed. He’d never admit it, but it was true. She’d retained that cute youthfulness that men chased after in a mistress that many other women he knew hadn’t. She was thirty-four, and looked nineteen at the most.
Yet, she held the knowledge that only a woman with three kids and a winning formula against a tyrant could have. That’s why his statement was both right and wrong.
She could shag any guy she wanted, fuck, even Draco would gladly have an affair with her. Astoria was getting sicker and angrier, and he hadn’t had sex in…
At least two years.
So why on earth was she preying on a teenaged boy? A teenaged boy that meant so much to those she loved. It was a betrayal of the highest honor. She was supposed to be a good person, someone with morals incredibly strong to the point where she fought a war for them.
What in Merlin’s name had happened?!?
Teddy had always seen Granger as an influential figure in his life, he thought as a mother figure, or an older sister. She’d seen him in diapers, for Merlin’s sake. The boy had always adored her, far more than he adored Potter or Draco. Now, she was actively having sex with him and he was still a teenager!
He was the only one he knew now. He held a secret that would ruin so many lives with one confession. He wanted to say something. He wanted to make sure he wouldn’t continue with this. He needed to confront Granger, and he would, but he wasn’t going to be the one to break the news.
If anything, he could hold it over her. He could blackmail her into eternity. He could tell her that if she wants to cheat on her husband, he was an adult who would gladly soothe her loneliness in return for her getting her paws off of Teddy.
He just couldn’t believe she’d do something so plainly awful. Everyone trusted her. Andromeda trusted her. Potter trusted her. Hell, even Draco felt betrayed that she would do such a thing. Teddy trusted her too, and that’s what made it worse. He was so attached to her that he was blinded by the reality of the situation.
“She is older than me.” He said through gritted teeth. “She went to school with me. She is MY age. She was friends with your mother! Do you not understand how inappropriate that is?” He was going to grab him by the collar and shake him until he understood.
“So what?!?” He scoffed. “I’m old enough to have sex. I’ll be an adult next year. It’s not your place to tell me what I can and can’t do.“
Yes it was. “You are sixteen. She saw you in your diapers and now she is seducing yo—“
“Seducing me? You think I’m some sort of idiot? I want this just as much as she does and if you think that my age has anything to do with it then you’re just…” He trailed off. “You’re just a fool!”
Fucking hell. How stupid was he?
“It is illegal! I should turn her in to the auror downstairs!”
“Yeah? With what evidence?” He scoffed.
“I saw her foot in your crotch and I have her knickers in my hands.” He deadpanned.
“No one would believe you.” He scoffed. “No one would believe that Hermione Granger wouldn’t be loyal to her husband. No matter how much he ignores her, neglects her, makes her cry, she stays loyally by his side.”
He hated that he was right. Granger had stayed well out of the limelight but had built a reputation of a perfect housewife through gossip trails. No one would believe that she would seduce a sixteen year old.
“So, if you could leave me alone, that’d be fantastic. And don’t you think about telling anyone. If you ruin this for me—“
“Ruin this for you? She is playing you like a fiddle and you’re too naive to see it!”
“She said that she only looks forward to seeing me. That I am the only bright parts of her day. She is not ‘taking advantage of me’ because I want this!”
He wanted to throttle him.
“You don’t understand what you want. Your mind is clouded by lust that you don’t understand that she is using you for sex. You are a teenage boy, and you have nothing to actually to offer to her except sex. You have no money, no credentials, nothing that she would leave her husband for.”
He gasped, eyes going wide with more hurt.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone and mind your own business?!?” He lunged for the knickers. “You’re not my dad, you know? This isn’t your business. Just say that you’re pissed you can’t get laid and move on. That’s what I bet this is—you’re probably just jealous I can have her when you can’t.”
Not really, but he could use the shag.
“It’s not my fault that she likes younger men. Not my fault no one her age can satisfy.”
What a fucking brat. She had him hook, line and sinker. He was wrapped around her finger, delusional. He was so pissed that Granger could fuck with his mind to such an extent that he was aggressive and in denial at the obvious.
He would’ve been at the same age, but the more he spoke, the more he was pissed at Granger.
He could’ve shagged the shit out of her if she wanted it so fucking bad. He’d always wanted more kids anyway.
“You need to quit this entire rendezvous before Weasley curses you into next year.”
He laughed with a sneer. “I’d beat him anyway, and I doubt the fucker would even care. He doesn’t care for her at all anymore. All he cares about is money, money, money, as if he would go broke any second. He’s so scared of being poor that he doesn’t even know how rich he is!”
Draco halted at once, wondering just how bad it was. Obviously, it didn’t excuse going after a teenage boy, but he hadn’t a clue it had actually been that severe. Weasley had gotten much more friendly with him over the years, and while he did occasionally say that the bloke had a wife out of his league, he had done well for himself with the joke shop and other investments.
Growing up poor made him nervous, and at the expense of the family he had.
That was bleak, but Granger was still the predator in the situation. She had the sane mind to choose other conquests, so why did she choose a teenage boy? Because he was easier to manipulate? She was supposed to be so…purely good.
He didn’t want to be the one to reveal such a betrayal. He couldn’t watch Andromeda crumble like that. It was as if Granger had molded Teddy into someone so aggressive about her.
“Well then, you need to—“
Suddenly, his muggle communication device began to ring loudly from his pocket, and he looked down at it as if his entire mood had just shifted with one glance.
“I don’t need to do jack shit. I won’t let you kill my high because you can’t get laid.” He sneered. “I’ll be back down in a few. Honestly, I wish could talk normally about it, you know, tell you that I finally got laid and by a fit woman—“
“You think I’d support that? You being manipulated?”
“I’m not being manipulated. I’m not a child. I thought you’d finally cheer me on because you always teased me about girls and fuck all.”
He thought he’d cheer on—
Was he absolutely bonkers?!?
Unfortunately, the door slammed in his face, and that was it. Draco wasn’t going to push it, because he still had to corner the woman in question. He sighed and dropped his head in his hands, her knickers in his pocket without fanfare.
He walked back downstairs but to his absolute fury, Granger was long gone. He tried to play it off casually, but inside, he was fuming.
“Where’d Granger go?”
“Oh, she went home.” Potter replied without a clue. “Said she was tired, and I don’t blame her.”
Fuck. Of fucking course, she slipped away without a trace. He tried not to react too much, but he definitely wanted to punch the wall considering he had no way to find her now. He could ask Potter, saying he had something of hers, but he’d offer to just take whatever it was to her himself, and he couldn’t reveal that he had her knickers for the obvious reasons.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Teddy came down not a few minutes later, also seemingly surprised by the departure of Granger, but made no comment.
All in all, the end of that night ended as plainly as it did, but instead of feeling happy, he was unsettled and frustrated beyond belief. Teddy wasn’t going to be talking to him anytime soon, Granger had successfully escaped, and the weight of the secret was burdening his shoulders and it had barely been a few hours.
His only relief came in the moments of his euphoric bliss of wanking to the smell of Granger’s blue knickers like a teenage boy without any control.
By the time he’d snapped back to reality and the realization of what he had just done had crashed down on him, her knickers were coated in his seed.
For Teddy Lupin, Hermione Granger-Weasley was a drug that he was forever going to be addicted to, and he would be damned if anyone stood between him and his drug.
He was sixteen, and while he could have better habits, the high was too good to lose.
Actually, this was the best habit he could have, if he took his dreams into account.
His sexual awakening had reared its ugly head at age thirteen at the beautiful sight of his “aunt ‘Mione” in a tiny string bikini when he had been visiting her own home with its pretty yard that led out to a pretty area of water that was much clearer than most water in Britain.
He hadn’t called her “Aunt ‘Mione” after that. That event had started a cycle of depravity that consumed his teenage life. She’d always been so kind to him, a good motherly figure when he had very few, but by the time he entered his fourth year, he wanted nothing more than to see her completely naked.
Unfortunately, tutoring didn’t make it easy.
So, he had a teensy, tiny, quiet crush on his godfather’s best friend. Okay, he was a bit obsessed with her. She’d done a number on his desire for other girls when he could only see her.
The conscious realization that she was married with children hit him when he was fourteen. He’d always known, obviously, but it had sunk in when she came over for a Sunday dinner unexpectedly before he went off to school. She’d just needed a breath of fresh air from her usual routine.
That was the first time he ever noticed the trouble in paradise, and his heart devilishly bloomed in hope.
Yeah, she was eighteen years older than him, but he really didn’t care. She looked twenty at the oldest, and he wanted her.
So, on his sixteenth birthday, after watching from the shadows of a nasty fight between her and her husband, he took his chance.
He took it, and never let go.
He’d grown to dislike Ronald Weasley, despite the man’s never wavering good natured demeanor towards him. He wasn’t as close with him as Uncle Draco or Uncle Harry, but he had never failed him.
He had failed his wife, though. It wasn’t anything aggressive or harsh, but simply neglect. He had gold for a wife, and ignored her time and time again for money. She’d given up everything for him, and he repaid her by working and only working.
Teddy just took the chance ahead of him. She was neglected of her needs, and now it was his job to take care of her. She’d been so hesitant on his birthday, but eventually she pushed over the edge, and now, he had the experience of having experience with a woman with three children.
This had been the best summer of his life. He had one over all of his friends and they had no clue about it. All the times he slipped away, and he was going to shag a woman who could teach him every little step of pleasing a woman.
Obviously, no one could find out, but he held little guilt for being a wedge in infidelity when he heard her make those fantastic sounds. She was so fit, but somehow so innocent without much effort, and she was just a woman itching to be affectionate.
They fucked all over like rabbits in heat, and it was fantastic. There were moments where she pushed back and pulled the whole “I should be ashamed of myself” act, but he made sure to get her naked while she ranted so she’d forget about any guilt.
He really didn’t want to go back to school, that was for sure.
Except now, after the previous evening, it really wasn’t looking too bad. Even though he had an absolutely amount of sex the previous evening, sneaking off to hang with “friends” but instead just meeting Hermione at home, he was on edge. The kids had been with her parents and Weasley was away on business.
He’d needed to figure out how to avoid the obvious issue of Uncle Draco finding out. Yesterday had gone so well. She’d come over for “tutoring” but they’d shagged in his clean bed and she’d even rushed down so fast she’d left her knickers.
Then, at dinner, she’d done the unthinkable. She’d given him a footjob while acting all proper without a second thought. He’d come in his pants, but it had totally been worth it.
And then, his high had been dampened by the revelation that Uncle Draco had seen him getting stroked off by his former classmate.
Initially, he’d been horrified, then as he admitted the story, he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders, because fuck, he’d wanted to tell Draco for so long. He’d always teased him about girls, and he’d been dying to tell him of what happened. Draco hated Weasley, at least disliked him, so his little cousin shagging his wife should’ve been a win, right?
Wrong.
He hadn’t expected such a reaction from Draco. He knew he hadn’t had a great past with Hermione, but he spoke about her as if he was some dumb fool and she was some master manipulator. He wanted this! For fucks sake, he’d been wondering if Draco would’ve joined him in a threesome with her.
His sex life sucked. Teddy knew that well. One handjob from Hermione would make him a new man, and yet, he got chastised for it! He understood why he couldn’t tell Harry, but he thought Draco would’ve gotten a chuckle that he’d begun an affair with the Golden Girl.
How wrong he’d been, and now, as the morning light filtered into the bedroom that was not his, he felt more dread in his stomach.
He’d acted harsh, but he was scared of the news getting out. He couldn’t ruin it for Hermione.
He just needed Draco to keep a secret and not pull a holier than thou act just because he wasn’t the one shagging Granger.
After all, he was not the first person to find out about their affair, but those who knew would never tell.
The one thing he had learned while spending time with her was that many of the wives of his godfather’s friends were actively quite closer than their husbands thought. They were tight-knit, bonded, so much so that there was a secret townhouse in muggle London that belonged to them all that they moved in and out of in secret.
Where they held meetings, in secret. Times of reprieve. Also, where they brought secondary partners away from their husbands.
Those were the only men allowed in the townhouse, so, by proxy, he was a witness to the secret club.
The townhouse had been empty when they’d stumbled in the door, but when he’d awoken the next morning, hiding under the covers hadn’t done him any good as Hannah Longbottom (nee Abbott) and Daphne Macnair (nee Greengrass) had found the two of them that next morning, completely naked.
Of course, they were slightly horrified, but more than horrified they seemed to be giddy. Apparently, they’d thought she needed another man for a while, and she’d never brought one back to the townhouse before. Many of the women in that townhouse were having affairs with men much younger than they were, so there wasn’t too much outrage around his age.
After all, no one said anything, so it worked in his favor.
He couldn’t count on that for Draco though. He knew that he thought he was doing some glorious thing, but he did not need him to butt in when he was completely fine.
He did, however, need to tell Hermione about what had happened before it was too late, and there wasn’t no better chance than as he’d looked at her standing in nothing but knickers, stretching in a routine he’d seen before.
There was no time like the present, especially as she got up and looked right at him.
“You tired or something?”
“You’re sucking my youth from me.” He laughed.
“That’s my method. I suck the life force from young men so I always look young.” She laughed.
He chuckled along with her, and then took a deep breath. “Listen, Hermione, there’s something I want to—“
Suddenly, there was panic in her eyes as she looked out of the window with a quick glance, and she gasped. “Oh my god!”
Teddy shot up. “What? What is it?”
“Harry’s here. He’s walking up the lane.” She panicked. “You need to get out of here. Now.”
He was stark naked and his clothes were somewhere not readily accessible. Of fucking course. Just his luck, and now he was shooting out of bed with nothing but a towel thrown at him and an escape route he’d done once before.
Right out the window.
Hermione gave him one more kiss before he began to crawl out of the window with a hopeful wish that he’d land just as well as he did the other times.
Unfortunately, as his hand slipped, and he went straight down two stories, and his towel did too, he just braced for impact as Hermione screamed, yelling for a cushioning charm that was earlier than she expected.
Lucky for him, he had double the cushioning charm that came from an unexpected guest he really did not want to see right now.
The first sight he saw when he opened his eyes and looked up was exactly the last person he wanted to be his savior in that moment.
Uncle Draco.
His eyes darted in fear towards the window, where Hermione was looking horrified at the second guest who’d come out of nowhere. He was yanked to his feet by the second savior as he pulled the towel up around him.
“Thought I’d find him here.” He looked up at Hermione with a grin. She turned whiter and whiter with every second that passed and he clenched his fists in shame.
“Malfoy?” She gasped. “What are you—“
“The real question I should be asking is why are YOU sleeping with a sixteen year old?” He snapped back. “But unfortunately, unless you want to be caught by Potter, I’ll have to ask it later. Oh, I have your knickers, by the way. If you want them back you’ll have to get them yourself.” He pulled him closer until he felt the tug of apparition to take them both away.
He should’ve known. Now the cat was out of the bag, and as he landed on the dewey grass of Malfoy Manor with nothing but a towel around him, he wanted nothing more than to smack the man.
Although, at least it hadn’t been his godfather. If he hadn’t gotten away, that would’ve been a terrible experience of trying to escape him.
The only time he felt a little bit of guilt was when he thought of Harry, because in essence, this was a betrayal on both fronts.