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Fic: Protean, D/Hr/H, R/NC-17
Title: Protean
Author: foreword
Disclaimer: I claim nothing. Plz to be not suing. :D
Pairing: Draco/Hermione/Harry
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Hermione and Draco have matching coins. Harry takes his stalking to the next level. I fail at summaries.
Warnings: HBP spoilers
A/N: o_O

For inell ♥.



She'd been sneaking out for weeks, and Harry had been watching. Ron never noticed when she'd turn around in the portrait hole at the sight of him and Lavender and disappear for hours. Harry wondered what he was trying to prove. But, he supposed, it didn't really matter.

Harry watched her quite a bit. She was one of the two most important people in the world to him. Two people that were all the family Harry had ever really had. Two people that meant the world to him. He couldn't help but wonder who else was as important to Hermione. Because Harry knew there was someone else. Hermione carried more than one coin around with her now.

He'd seen her tap it in the dark corners of the Common Room when she didn't think he was watching, only to disappear a few minutes later. He felt a thrill of frustration at not knowing where she was going. He wanted to know. He had to know.

Ron thought he was becoming obsessed with Malfoy. It was true, he supposed. There was another person whose secrets he was desperate to discover, and he was determined to find out what Malfoy was up to one of these days. But he was equally curious as to what Hermione was up to.

At Slughorn's party, he knew she hadn't been with McLaggen. He didn't tell her that he'd seen McLaggen moping about, dateless, for quite some time before Hermione had snuck into the crowded room. She was already flushed and dishevelled-looking when she arrived. But Harry pretended to believe her lie and waited for another arrival. Waited to find out who she'd been with. When Malfoy was dragged into the room, looking quite flustered himself, Harry very nearly choked on his punch.

He tried his best to draw a reaction out of her afterwards, telling her what he'd overheard and making wild accusations about Malfoy. But Hermione only ever frowned and disagreed in the coolest, most logical of tones. Sometimes Harry wondered if he'd imagined everything.

He decided the only way to find out was to follow her.

It didn't take long to find an opportunity to do so. He'd only been waiting in the common room under his cloak for a few minutes when she arrived, promptly spotted Lavender in Ron's lap, and turned around, already fishing in the pockets of her robes for the new coin as the portrait swung shut behind her. It opened a moment later, but Hermione was too preoccupied to notice that no one was walking through it.

She led him to a classroom on the third floor and Harry barely made it through the door after her before she closed it, her fingers very nearly brushing the cloak. She frowned, as if she could sense his presence, and shook her head, turning to begin pacing the room. Her face was flushed and her movements were frantic. Harry was strongly reminded of attack canaries, and moved to a corner of the room as quietly as possible.

He'd just began to worry that he shouldn't have come when the door swung open and Malfoy strolled into the room, his cheeks a faint shade of pink as he closed the door behind him, watching her and frowning before crossing to her, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

"What did the Weasel do this time?"

Hermione didn't answer, instead sobbing quietly and burying her face in Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy looked slightly horrified, but patted her awkwardly, his thoughts clearly centred on the damage she was doing to his robes. Harry dropped his wand.

Both Hermione and Malfoy froze, Malfoy staring in Harry's direction as Hermione looked up quickly, hastily wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Draco wasted no time in crossing to where Harry stood, his focus on the wand that was currently situated between Harry's feet. Harry swallowed, knowing he should get his wand and get out, but unable to move from where he stood. Malfoy was in front of him now, his gaze on the wand. Instead of leaning forward to pick it up, however, he swung at Harry's face, knocking him off his feet and up against the wall. Harry cursed as the cloak slipped off of him, his vision swimming before him and just how the hell did Malfoy know where to hit?

"Potter. Taken up voyeurism? Charming."

There was a gasp somewhere behind him but Harry couldn't bring himself to meet Hermione's gaze at the moment. Instead he pressed a palm to his face, covering his eyes and wincing.

"Shut up, Malfoy. I was just... trying to see if she was all right."

Draco snorted and Harry heard footsteps. When he looked up again, Malfoy was seated on a desk across the room, scowling at him as Hermione approached him, her eyes red and her hair wild. Harry found that she looked fairly frightening, actually.

“And I suppose Ron sent you after me? I’m not allowed to have secrets, am I? No, I’m just supposed to sit around and pine over him. Well, I won’t, Harry!”

Harry swallowed, a few spots obscuring his vision still as he shook his head.

“No… No, Ron doesn’t know I’m here. I didn’t… It’s got nothing to do with him, okay?”

Hermione had opened her mouth but now looked as though she wasn’t sure what to say. She glanced back at Draco and flushed, her own embarrassment finally becoming apparent.

Draco took this as his cue to slide off of the desk, calmly strolling across the classroom to stand beside Hermione.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Potter. Get up. I didn’t hit you that hard.”

Harry glared at him, opening his mouth to tell him – well, to tell him something - but Hermione shot him a pleading look, and Harry resigned himself to a sigh as he climbed to his feet.

There was a long, awkward moment of silence in which Harry refused to look at either of them, instead glancing at the window on the far wall.

“So… er…”

“What’s the matter, Potter? Cat got your tongue?”

Hermione made a disapproving noise at this and Harry finally glanced back at them to find both Hermione and Draco staring at him.

“Are you two er… Well, I mean…”

Harry swallowed, his face flushed. He wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. Draco raised an eyebrow at this, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Just as articulate as ever, Potter. So, what? You want Granger? Do tell.”

Harry didn’t think it was possible to become any redder, but he had been wrong. Faced with his two most recent obsessions and the prospect of… erm… something, his face felt rather like it had when he’d stuck it in Umbridge’s floo.

“I um…”

Hermione sighed and Harry glanced at her nervously. She swept her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms, a duplicate of Draco.

“Actually, Draco, he’s been obsessed with you for a while now. He was probably following you, not me.”

Harry opened his mouth to object but Malfoy had raised an eyebrow at this, watching Harry with great interest now.

“Oh really?”

Harry flushed and licked his lips as Malfoy unfolded his arms and crossed the space between them, his gaze sweeping Harry’s figure. If Harry had been able to focus on anything else, he would have noticed Hermione rolling her eyes.

“I er… Just want to know what you’ve been up to.”

But Malfoy didn’t seem to be paying any attention to what Harry was saying now, because in the next moment, Harry found himself pinned to the wall, Malfoy’s mouth on his, his body hard against Harry’s.

He broke the kiss in laughter and pulled away, turning to face Hermione with a smirk.

“You’re right, Granger. He’s hard for me. The Boy Who Lived is a total fairy. Imagine what the tabloids will say.”

Harry found himself unable to move or speak at this, and Hermione made another disapproving noise before Malfoy smiled and kissed her in penance. Watching him kiss her was intoxicating to Harry. It was nothing like the frantic awkwardness of Ron and Lavender or the unfortunate wetness of his own kiss with Cho. It was soft but hot and somehow debilitating. When Malfoy pulled away, Hermione was leaning on a desk behind her for support, her hands gripping the edge of the wood on either side of her. Her hair was still wild and her eyes were still tinged with red, but now her cheeks were as well and she looked almost like she was glowing.

Harry wondered for a moment if he’d been forgotten as the other two faced each other, Draco stroking the side of Hermione’s face with his fingertips as she closed her eyes. Harry wondered if she could just forget. If that’s why she came here, to see him. She surprised them both, however, when she murmured Harry’s name.

Harry didn’t really remember pushing himself off of the wall or moving from the spot – in fact, he was fairly sure he couldn’t - but now he was beside her, his fingers grazing her hair tentatively as he watched her face for a reaction. Draco watched this in silence, his own hand dropping to find Hermione’s. She flushed slightly and looked down, not meeting Harry’s eyes. Her grip on Draco’s fingers was exceptionally tight, it seemed, but Draco didn’t make a sound.

Something about that made Harry kiss her and he still wasn’t sure what. He tilted her chin up and kissed her, his glasses knocking awkwardly against her face as his hand moved to cup her cheek. It was soft and brief and now they were facing each other, their foreheads pressed together as they breathed together.

A hand was tugging on Harry’s trousers now and it took him a moment to realise it was Malfoy, pink-faced and still clutching Hermione’s hand, but determined to have Harry too. And Harry found he couldn’t object as Malfoy pulled him up against him by his trousers, kissing him with none of the gentleness of Hermione as Harry’s hand found her knee for support. Malfoy’s – Draco’s – hand was down his trousers now and Harry could do little but moan against his mouth, his fingers digging into Hermione’s skin as her hand covered his, pulling it further up her thigh.

Harry turned his face away from Malfoy as he found Harry’s hard on, his mouth at Harry’s ear as he stroked him and Harry watched Hermione’s expression as carefully as he could manage as he moved his hand further up her inner thigh.

This was ten different kinds of wrong, but Harry couldn’t stop it now. He’d never wanted two people this passionately at once before, and neither one of them seemed capable of stopping it either.

Now his fingers were brushing wet knickers and Malfoy was biting his ear, his own erection pressing against Harry’s thigh as he touched him and Harry moaned as Hermione tightened her grip on Draco’s hand. And now Draco was moving, tugging Hermione closer and pressing her hand against the front of his trousers before turning his attention back to Harry.

Harry wasn’t sure how he was expected to last, as he was already nearing the edge and his fingers had somehow found their way inside of Hermione’s knickers. He had no idea what he was doing, clumsily brushing her with his fingertips as Malfoy stroked him, but then another hand - Malfoy’s hand - joined him and was guiding him, dipping his fingers into her and Hermione was making sounds Harry had never heard before. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered how much practise Malfoy had had with her but the thought was lost in the next moment, somewhere in the throes of orgasm.

Hermione didn’t seem to mind so much about Ron, any more.