POV: Hermione. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes... Play the song lovers 😘😏

The day had finally come to have our arranged meeting with our new 'silent partner.'

Marcia Clark, their representative, sent me her Owl response that her client would meet with us promptly at 'eight in the morning,' giving us an hour before the store opens.

The ends of the August summery Friday morning was already a scorcher, as I made my way to the shop to open its doors for our meeting.

A week had gone by since I had heard or seen from Draco... my heart missed and ached for him constantly. I was wondrously anxious to see if he was our undisclosed associate...

Ronald was a basket case, completely overwhelmed with nausea and other deems not to mention, and asked me if I could gather our business before our mystical collaborator arrived.  He was glued to the loo, and would be meeting myself, George, and Bexla, George's healer- sponsor and new girlfriend... to whom allowed him a brief visitation on the meeting.

I opened the double doors, reverting to the classified incantation I created to keep thieves or unwelcome patrons out...

I closed the door behind me, locking it back to its original state. And with the wave of my wand, I enthusiastically flicked the Magical Joke Shop to its life, seeing the effervescent lights strobing in its thrills and charmed pranks dancing to get their attention to excite our guests. Bewitching the young adolescents to spend their allotted money. 

"Gods, this place has gone to the dogs... Wait until, my lawyer hears about this!"

I heard the familiar deep loathing voice, I cryptically loved, coming down the spiral staircase and making his arrival of his masterful smugness, gliding his struts towards me in the midsts of eating the head off of a gummy jumping snake and tossing it to the floor.

"I KNEW IT! I BLOODY WELL, KNEW IT!! HOW ON EARTH, DID YOU DO THIS?! AND FURTHERMORE... HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE?!" I screeched in my pride feeling furious and a bit bamboozled, because I knew with my loving gut instincts it was him, who was our new partner... but in addition to wondering, how did he get himself in here?! Malfoy gave me his scheming mischievous smirk, coming closer and closer to me... and successfully confiscating me in his arms.

"Draco! You can't just come in here, thinking you own this place! You have to leave and come back in here, in a professional manner!" Draco's slick rogues were touching every inch of my body... I began to lose my train of thought, hearing his debauchery moans in betwixt of eyeing me and licking his plump auctioning lips calling for me to taste him. "How did you?! Answer my quest..." he cut my investigative query short, stealing his eager kisses onto my lips, and poisoning my abilities to strike him back... he quickly uttered under his breath, "Since you're trying to get rid of me... I'm going to make this as hard... and as torturous, as I can for you," he performed in his ruthless, desirable devil self.

And I fully, and unequivocally gave into him...

Draco ravenously lifted my body up, causing me to literally jump out of my heels, holding my rump in his corrupted malignant hands, as I wrapped my legs around his waist and circling my arms around his neck, yanking him into me... He slammed me on the checkout counter to where our guests paid for their goodies and pranks. Causing me to gasp in my sexual demands for him...

Unbeknownst to the both of us, whilst thrust into our passions of love for each one another... a brand new batch of Love Potion, that hadn't been individually bottled or properly secured, was knocked to the ground shattering to pieces, as the acroamatic empowerment of lust wafted upwards and surrounding us simultaneously, drugging Draco and I, with its enchantments of magnetic magenta seduction. We knew it was too late to rescind... and returned to our erotical madness. Letting the magic do it's work and increasing our lustrous greeds and lewdness coveted longing, letting the our own loving testament of magic and the magic of the love potion to consume our every waking itch...

He masterly prowled at my stretchy, black pencil skirt... skimming his hot palms against my bare thighs, and reaching around to my rump to push me closer to him.

We were kissing each other in our rough salacious rogues. Breathing him in me, as he breathed me into him... moaning and pleading with our bodies to have each other, again. My jaw was aching in a wicked seduction pain, from our frenzied tousled movements and I couldn't care less. I wanted him... I needed him...

We knew our time was becoming shortened by the minute... Draco lifted his crisp, black long sleeve dress shirt off of his godlike body, by just unbuttoning the top first buttons and tossed it stirringly to the ground... And I pressed his bare chest to feel a hint of his warmth against me.

I withdrew my blazer, revealing my gossamer cream camisole, and feeling him burying his kisses all along the nap of neck and traveling his awakening of arousing kisses to my breasts.

I unzipped his trousers, shuffling my hands to take hold of his Serpent valor that held me like a prisoner of sexual avidity... Draco spread my legs wider causing my skirt to completely rip in two. He chuckled in his crookedness at what he had done and didn't give a flying Thestral Fuck... and neither did I... Draco proceeded in his hungry aggression and ripped my knickers off of me, like a starved creature in the night...

"Uuuhhha... Draco..." I exhaled sharply as he plummeted his rugged manliness within me. Rhythmically pounding into me, knowing what I craved... and pulverizing my every desire to make me climax into spasms of mirthful summits of ecstasy.

"Fuck, Hermione... let me change your life, the way you've changed mine... you can have me at your leisure... all you have to do, is breathe..." Draco drawled against my neck, cascading his whispers in my ear as I moaned in lust feeling his thrusting submerges deeper and deeper, causing my next boundless effigies of orgasms. I screamed in pleasures, feeling my thighs vibrating from the overwhelming solace's of maximum orgasms escaping from my warmth's contractions, expanding more and more... Our emotions and extremities of our love were treacherously critical in accidentally hurting each other... we were subaqueously immersed in lust, love, and fucking each other in viciously depraved sins... I clawed his back, digging my nails into his skin, feeling him actively clawing mine as he was ascending in his euphoric explosions inside of me. I wanted to come out of my skin from this unruly gluttony of wondrous mind blowing sex.

We were completely exhausted and staring into our love filled eyes... searching for our breathing to regulate.

I brought my hands to rest on his cheeks, shockingly noticing that I drew his blood from his back that was caked into my fingernails. I cupped his gorgeous face, seeing him panting and licking his scrumptious lips. Watching him swallowing, catching his breath, and arousing me again at his Adam's Apple jolting up and down in his throat.

Draco brought his hands to lovingly hold my face, and he too, noticed, he withdrew my blood in his nails.

The love potion, mixed with our own love, was still coursing rapidly within us and in this moment, we silently agreed to a tribal oath to behold only unto, one another... to love only each other...

We both drew our hands down each other's cheeks and creating the streaks of our red blood onto our beloved's face.

The next stage we ventured, was placing our given right pointer fingers at the same profound time, to rest in the middle of each other's lips.

Our infatuated blood doused onto our fingers, we suddenly emerged our promises to pledge our vows of our sworn clandestine love, and sliding our fingers into each other's mouths at the same moment. To seal our fates and to taste our love's iron blood in our mouths for eternity.

We slowly removed our fingers, and I licked my lips tasting him on my every tastebud. He gently cupped my face once again, and brought me to gently kiss his lips. Draco slightly pulled away and whispered against my lips, "I love you, Hermione Granger."

Knock, knock, knock!

"'MIONE! Open the door! It's already eight! Get a move on! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?!"

We heard Ronald shouting in his frets and banging on the double doors, seeing the shadows of George and Bexla standing next to him.

They must've been out there from quite sometime, because of the rigorous testy groans, pleading to come inside in their annoyances of me not coming to the doors sooner.

Draco and I quickly cleaned up our messes with the waves of our wands and dressed as fast as we could. He stole another kiss from me, zipping his trousers up, as I fearfully jumped behind the counter, accidentally opening the doors to let our unwanted guests enter, before I was ready. And luckily, the counter was waist high... because I was stark naked from the waist down, not having had the chance to fix my skirt or knickers that were now under my heels. My back was stinging in hurtful obsessions as I pulled my blazer over my camisole, reminding me of my scratches that Draco had caused... but it was an oh, so good, pain...

"Bloody hell, 'Mione! What..." Ronald was struck with anger and utterly gobsmacked seeing Draco in his brother's store. His entire face went red. Even redder, than his Ginger given hair. I thought steam was going to come out of his ears next...

George was equally ticked, but surprisingly, let out a baffled chuckle as his eyes popped out of his head. Bexla stood next to George, clearly full of confusion, but kept her questions to herself.

"MALFOY?! MALFOY?! YOU BOUGHT... YOU!" Ronald was speechless, letting his rage take over his entire thought process.

Draco was calm, cool, and collected, in his cunning clever demeanor. Acting as if he hadn't just screwed me into numbness, just minutes ago, right here on the counter he had his hand resting on... and answered the poor and daftly stunned, Ronald...

"I have, Weasley. And Weasley..." Draco, nodded respectfully to George.

"I was just reviewing my business plans, with your fiancé... and I think I was able to sway her my way, into a better future, for us all," Draco ominously declared in his proposals, with his menacing innuendos amplifying his grins.

"I'm afraid, I am rather late for another business meeting... I'm so sorry to run off like this, but I know, Granger, will inform you of my subtle influences to keep the Joke Shop staying in its regime. It's good to see you all, again," Draco stated, swaying the plans to be left up to me, in his soon departure. Draco directed his attention to me, ignoring my baffled lot, just as soon as he let my name escape his delicious lips that was stained with my blood, looking like he had eaten a red lollipop. He gave me his apocalyptic winks, making my heart stop, and disapparated from the store.

"I... I'm going to be sick!" Ronald covered his mouth holding back his purges in hating Malfoy.

"Don't you dare get that on me, you sissy bloke!" George spat laughing at his brother.

"'Mione, I... need to, talk to you, alone," Ron choked back his sickness, trying to keep it down. He began to come behind the counter. Terror bolted my entire body and I yelled, "Don't come over here, Ron! I don't want you to be sick on me! You know if I see you throw up, I'll vomit, right along beside you! Let me explain his plans quickly... and I really have to get to work!" I frenzied a plot in my head and foretold them a white lie...

"Malfoy, truly wants to see us succeed. He just wants to renovate the building, from his own pocket... and add on some more hours to build our revenue. It's a brilliant plan. I told him you both would agree."

Ron and George both looked towards each other not wanting to like this new business venture, contrived from their new partner. And clearly couldn't resist a free offer. Offers come easy in this family, for Merlin's sake.

I said a fast goodbye before they would catch me completely nude from the waist down, and disapparated back to Ronald and I's flat to change into another skirt before I left for The Ministry.

I laughed picking up my torn knickers and skirt that was tangled around my heels and vastly stitched them back together with my magical tips of sewing, I had learned from Mrs. Weasley.

Oh, Cricket... I've got to get going, Harry's waiting for me to join him in a raid... I saw the same pile of clothes on the bed that Ron had yet to fold, like I had asked him to do earlier this morning. I mean how hard is it to swish your damn wand to have your laundry organize itself?! Holy Dumbledore's beard, even wizards are as lazy as Muggle men! Ha, Ronald would cringe and cry like a baby, if he had to do a chore the Muggle way. He wouldn't know what to do with himself and probably end up sending for Molly to help him... I finished my rant, and quickly flicked my magic wand to have the laundry fold itself...

Just as I was afoot to apparate, I suddenly remembered another agenda that was planned for me... I had another horrid bridesmaid's dress fitting and simultaneously turned into a Hen's Party for Ginny, at The Burrow tonight. So I also packed an overnight back to bring with me to work, so I wouldn't have to return here.

Merlin, Help Me...

"'MIONE!"

Dear Godric Gryffindor, What now?! I said to myself rolling my eyes, hearing my detested fiancé shouting my name from our den and stomping his way into the bedroom.

"Did he hurt you or mention anything about... about... well?!" Ronald begged me in his feared uneasy guilty party questions, that we both knew what we were privy to, in referring to Draco...

"No, Ronald. He was completely professional," I vaguely foretold him with an annoyed sighing breath.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "Good."

"Why did you ask me, if he hurt me?" I pondered at the thought that came to his absurdity.

"I don't know... it was a knee jerk reaction, I suppose? I mean, this is Malfoy we're discussing," Ron spewed and had a look on his face as if he had a bad taste in his mouth, even saying his name aloud.

"I've got to go, I don't have time for this," I picked up my overnight bag for The Burrow and ready to leave for work. Ronald came closer to me, to kiss me goodbye, unfortunately... He reached down to kiss my lips, but I turned away from his advances, and he groaned in aggravation ending with kissing my cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, 'Mione... And don't you worry about what us guys will be doing for the Bachelor Party, I'm throwing Harry... we'll just be going to a few pubs, I promise you, darling," Ronald assured me as if I actually cared what he had planned in referencing to his own plans tonight for Harry's last night on the town, before he's married.

"That's fine, Ron. I trust you," I forced a smile and he smiled back at my grins. He then, looked behind my shoulder seeing our laundry at work and apologized for not doing the chore himself as I had asked him...

"I completely forgot, 'Mione, I was so nervous about the meeting. My mindset was..." He soon faded away in his sentence, being sidetracked by something in our laundry? Ronald edged himself closer to the clothes folding in the air with an angry curiosity look across his face. I turned around to watch him and see that he had collected a black T-Shirt, holding it firmly in his hand and glared his blue eyes up at me...

"Who's shirt is this?" He inquired with two hints of anger and worry.

Oh no... it was Draco's T-Shirt. The shirt I wore that morning I left the boat, and brought home with me... How did it get into our pile of laundry?! I had it safely secured in my dresser! Or so I thought...

"I don't have time for this. Honestly, it's a black T-Shirt! You know how many black T-Shirts there are in this world?! I'm sure, it's one of yours! I have to go... I'm already late enough as it is," I dodged his loaded question and he stopped me, lunging towards where I stood by forcibly grabbing my upper arm and circling me around to face him.

We looked into each other's eyes being painfully quiet and still. Us both full of anger and resentment, both knowing who's shirt this was.

I shook him off of me, pushing him aside.

"Did you sleep with him, Hermione?" Ronald asked with a clinched jaw, his voice heatedly shaking, and tears forming in his reddened eyes.

"Bollocks, I'm so sick and tired of this... this... how can you be so sure, it's not one of yours?!" I veered another question, trying to be as innocent as possible.

"Because I don't own any items of clothing from Twilfitt and Tattings!" He yelled showing me the evidence of the printed tag glowing in silver inside of the collar, right in front of me.

I narrowed my eyes on him and hating him by the second. How dare he ask me this... he pushed for this to happen, no matter the consequences, because of his greedy green soul... and used me to get his money's worth.

"You knew the possibilities of what could happen that weekend... and yet, you still went along with offering me up like a piece of meat... I don't owe you any explanations of what occurred between us, because you already knew what was going to happen the minute you said YES," I retorted my defense with fury pouring out of me.

Ronald lunged in a slight bowed jerking movement towards me and I jumped back, fearing of what he might do...

And in that moment, he did something rather odd, and a completely different reaction than I expected nor, did I ever know or even think was capable of him?

He fell to his knees sobbing, crawling to me, and wrapping his arms around my waist, placing his hands on my rump, looking up at me with his grief stricken eyes and pitifully cried, "I forgive you... you are right. YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT! Please, tell me... It was just sex right?! Please tell me, it was just sex... that you didn't, enjoy it... it was just your body, just your body... this only happened once, so it's alright... I forgive you! Please, tell me you forgive me and we can move on from this?! I love you, Hermione..." Ronald was beside himself, going to and from his thoughts to make himself feel better about his selfish decisions and the pain he had caused us... he was on the verge of convulsing, and I knew he was only doing this because of his own guilt... knowing what he did to me, only brought Draco and I together...

My breathing quickened and my eyes were pacing looking at his frets. He was devastated and I was in shock at how he was handling this.

"I forgive you..."

Was all that I could say, and all I wanted to say, with tears streaming down my face and his face, as he squeezed me into his body standing up from the floor, as if everything between us was going to be alright... and he still believed I loved him...

"I have to go, Ronald," I explained again in annoyance. He kissed my lips in a tizzy, so I didn't have the chance to fight him off of me in my unsolicited disapproval.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, love," Ronald smiled and sniffed his tears.

"Okay..." I whispered and stood back staring at him, crying not for him... but for my love for Draco.

This was going to be even harder, than I ever realized.

That weekend with Draco wasn't just sex... it was pure bliss of real love. Today in the Joke Shop, wasn't just sex... I was in love with a completely different, completely incomparable, and completely smitten wizard, than Ronald Bilius Weasley.

What was I to do now?

YAAASSS the plot thickens!!! Stay tuned for more!!! I love y'all!! 😘😘