Remain Nameless

Chapter 44

"I want to do it. I want to marry Theo. The first available slot at your Ministry."

While Hermione felt beyond relieved that some happiness could be wrung from this harrowing situation, the week-long stint as a de facto Muggle Liaison Officer and pseudo relationship therapist had run her ragged.

She'd handled the heavy daily conversations with Sasha, anxious few Floo calls from a concerned Theo, several messages from Harry and Ginny about visiting baby James, double date night requests from Charlie and Oliver, a new project in her department on werewolf legislation, a letter from Headmistress McGonagall with questions about volunteers for the launch of the orientation portion of her fund at Hogwarts, and Padma wanted her at the fitting for her wedding robes, and... Hermione. Was. Exhausted.

Not to mention the constant whinging in written form courtesy of Draco and their two-way journals.

I know I owe Theo an awful lot, but this type of moping is rather extreme.

How unethical are unsolicited Cheering Charms?

What about Draught of Living Death? Just until this is resolved?

Theo is driving me mad with all this sad Muggle music he insists on playing day and night. I'm going to blast his stupid device thing to bits.

Granger. Please. Come over tonight. Please love.

Theo isn't going to mind, we'll be quiet and cast a Silencing Charm or eighty.

I miss you. I love you. I miss every part of you, please for the love of Merlin come see me tonight.

Of course I'm being a good friend! I've yet to hex his mouth shut even though he won't stop harping on about all the ways he cannot live without his girlfriend. He's honestly hopeless. Now are you coming over tonight or not?

It's not rubbing his nose in our relationship if he doesn't know it's happening.

I do not strut about with a stupid self-satisfied smirk on my face after we shag, don't be ridiculous.

I really hate sleeping without you, you know. I love you.

You absolutely do hog all the blankets, you're rather rubbish at sharing.

All right, I take it back, please please please let me have you tonight. I love you.

I'd be so good to you Granger. I know you miss me too. I know you miss my tongue all over your gorgeous cunt. I know you miss my cock inside you. I know you read this message and are probably very, very wet for me right now. I want to hear all those pretty little noises you make when you come. Fuck, I miss you coming all over my fingers, my face, my cock.

Damn it Granger, my balls have been blue this whole bloody week, and I don't care how many scones you ply me with each morning. I. Need. To. Fuck. You.

Hermione rolled her eyes at his theatrics even if it simultaneously amused and aroused her to be needed in this way.

She felt the strain now, more than ever, from being pulled in so many different directions both physically and emotionally. Still, she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her when Draco stepped through her Floo the day after Theo reunited with Sasha and dramatically announced, "Longest bloody week of my life."

He dragged her to bed and made good on all his salacious written promises.

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April 2009

In a cramped Ministry office on a Tuesday morning, Hermione dabbed at her eyes with a monogrammed hand kerchief as Theo and Sasha were wed by a bonding official.