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Prom. Ops. Chapter 15 Smut
HAHAHAHA!!!! I bet ya’ll thought I was never going to update this again. How wrong you were. Here you go, and I think this is the best chapter yet. But before I begin, gotta get on with the thanks and necessary stuff.
Many thanks to Jamesy for betaing this and also writing the smut! Woot for Jamesy! Much love to Jenny too, for being my muse and my comic relief.
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Warning: This fic is slashtastic, and if you have gotten this far into this story and just realized this, then you are a dumbass and need to leave.
A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter. I have had the worse case of writer’s block and distraction.
In case you are confused: I know it has been a long time but, re-read the last chapter. :-P
Okey dokey…. We are now on…

Chapter 15: Proposals, Predicaments, and Passion

Hermione woke to find Charlie’s naked body entwined with hers. She had just started to snuggle into his body warmth, when she heard a voice that could put the fear of god into anyone – that of Molly Weasley in their front room.
“Charlie, darling, where are you? You had better not be still in bed! It is nearly eight in the morning, and if I find that you are sleeping the day away, I will put you to work, don't think I won't!” Molly threatened.
Charlie sat up like a rocket exploded in the bedroom and whispered to Hermione, “Crap, Mum’s here...”
“I can tell that!” She replied, rolling her eyes in spite of her panic.
“What are we going to do? I hate it when she comes unannounced.” He continued, not even noticing the snide remark.
“Shhh… Love, we have two options. One, we could take it and face your mum’s wrath for not telling her about us. Or, two, I could hide. What do you think?” Hermione whispered back.
“Hide,” Charlie whispered. “It is not because I am ashamed of you, and you know this, but I would rather tell her when we are ready.”
“You’re right,” Hermione whispered as she kissed him. “You go stall her.” She threw the covers off of them and got up, but as she did so, Molly barged into the bedroom to catch the sight of her son and Hermione Granger completely starkers.
Molly had a look of horror, which moved into shock on her face. “What the…” she started but then abruptly fainted.
“Bloody fucking hell... was it something I said?” Charlie asked jokingly.
Hermione laughed and said, “Shut it, and go get dressed. We have to wake your mother sooner or later and face the music.”
Charlie and Hermione went and put clothes on and Charlie magically revived his mother. When Molly woke, she immediately started asking questions. The first of these was, “What about Ron?”
But as both Hermione and Charlie opened their mouths to answer, the wrath of Molly Weasley was turned onto Charlie. “How the hell could you do this? I didn't bring you up to steal your baby brother’s girlfriend! You’re way too old for her. She is still a child!”
Charlie was stammering grasping for the right words that would make is mother understand. However, Hermione saved him, saying, “Mrs. Weasley, Ron and I were never dating, so technically Charlie isn't 'stealing' me. To be totally honest, it would never work between me and Ron, we argue too often for that. We're both too stubborn for each other.”
She took a deep breath, went and stood next to Charlie, and continued, “If it makes you feel better, I'm not as young as you think. When I used a time turner in school, it meant that I aged quicker. It's all very confusing – time always is – but technically, I'm twenty-one. Anyway, even if I weren’t, I would still be with Charlie. We love each other, and it doesn’t matter that he is older. Age doesn’t matter in the area of love.”
Molly seemed to ponder this little speech that Hermione just gave her. After a few minutes of watching her son and the girl she so desperately wanted to be in her family, she suddenly understood what was between them. Charlie couldn’t keep his eyes off her, and she seemed to be glowing from the new-found love. She smiled at them and said apologetically, “ I'm sorry, Hermione. You're right, of course. You must call me Molly too.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Wea- Molly. I am sorry I was so forceful with you. I just feel strongly about Charlie.”
“I can tell, dear,” Molly said, and then started to murmur a checklist to herself. “So, next week, we’ll go shopping for your dress, and I will get Ginny to come along to pick out her dress. Then we've got to get the menu and guest list organized.”
At the thought of this, Charlie turned a nice shade of white and Hermione looked puzzled. Charlie spoke up, “Mum, what are you mumbling about?”
“Well, the wedding of course. Did you set a date yet? Why else would she be practically living here? I know those books aren’t yours, Charles, and if you weren’t engaged Hermione would have more sense than to live here.”
“Mum, can I speak to you for a second? Like, over here?” He gestured to a corner. The moved over there, after Charlie had given Hermione a comforting kiss and a “Don't worry, I'm not trying to exclude you... It's just an awkward situation, is all.”
“Well, Mum, I haven’t exactly asked her to be mine yet,” Charlie said shyly.
“Well you had better get on with asking her, Charles Weasley!” She boomed. “Then set a date, and we’ll get Professor Dumbledore to perform the ceremony. You’ll have it at the Burrow, right?” Molly said, and she just kept mumbling more and more unnecessary wedding plans.
Hermione looked a Charlie, and, seeing his discomfort, stepped up to her tiptoes and whispered in his ear; “Do you want to?”
A look of shock ran across Charlie’s face but he hid it at once, and said jokingly, “It was my job to ask. You just stole it from me.”
“You can ask me tomorrow,” she said back. “It was my turn today.”
“Okay then, lets do it. You pick the date, though.” Charlie asked.
Hermione smiled, kissed him, and said, “Molly, the date is late August, just before first term starts.”
Charlie smiled, and grabbed her into a long kiss.
“Wonderful, but that isn’t much time. Only a month and a half away. I want a complete guest list by next Tuesday... Are you listening??” But nothing could break the pair from their passionate snog, so disgruntledly, she apparated out of the flat, still muttering wedding plans, and how people simply had no manners, snogging like that in the middle of a conversation.
“Hermione, what did we just do?” Charlie asked.
“We just got engaged, love.” Hermione responded.
“And why did we do that?”
“Because we love each other, and to shut your Mum up. Why?” Then she started to think that Charlie had doubts about marrying her, so she continued, “We can still get out of it, if you want?”
“Nah, what fun would that be?” He replied with a playful smirk. “Now we are going to have to tell everyone that we are dating, and that includes Ron, and soon, at least before Mum does it, or even worse, grabs my ear, drags me into the front room, and makes me tell them like I'm a naughty kid confessing eating everybody's Easter eggs at three in the morning on Easter Sunday.”
Hermione went ghost white, she hadn’t thought about Ron and how her new engagement to her brother was going to effect him. “Holy Shit, that isn’t going to be fun.”
Then, as an afterthought, added, “You talk like you've stolen everybody's Easter eggs before... have you?”
Charlie laughed, and looked sheepish. “Noooo...” he replied in a guilty voice.
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Ron looked up from the letter he just received from Hermione. In the letter she had asked to see him because she had some news. He found it distressing that the topic was being breached so quickly, since it had been but a few weeks since what he guessed was sex with Marissa. However, the most troubling thing was that fact that he just couldn't remember it. He liked her, she wasn’t Hermione, but he still liked her. Those two weeks had been slow and fast at the same time. He was confused about his new feelings for the American girl, and also the feelings that he was supposed to be having for Hermione, but wasn’t. He was sitting there in silent contemplation when Marissa walked in.
“What is it, Ron?” she asked.
“Hermione just sent a letter and asked to see me.”
“What exactly does it say?”
“It says:
Ron,
I have some news that cannot wait. It probably isn’t going to be very good news for you, but hopefully we can remain friends afterwards. I think it will certainly come as a surprise. Please write to me to tell me when we can meet.
Hermione”
Ron looked up at her when he had finished.
“That it?” Marissa asked.
“Yep. What can it mean?”
“Well, obviously, she is seeing someone else. Like someone else I need not mention,” she said winking at him. Then she continued and said nonchalantly, “You might as well tell her that your someone else is going to have your baby.”
Ron sat there thinking about Hermione’s letter when suddenly what Marissa said hit him. “You’re what? How?”
“I am pregnant, and I don’t even remember how it happened,” she said.
“Are you sure? I mean it wasn’t that long ago, how can you tell?”
“Fuck, Ron, I am a witch. I can tell these things sooner, I could tell probably right after it happened.”
“By ‘it’ you mean the night we got overly drunk and had sex that we don’t remember, and conceived a child, whom is mine, right?” Ron asked. Then he mumbled under his breath,” Bloody fucking hell, what am I going to do now?”
“Nothing, you don’t have to do a damn thing,” Marissa screamed and then stomped off.
“Shit! FUCK! Shit! My big fucking mouth. What the hell did I do?” Ron screamed and immediately went off in search of Marissa.
When he found her, she was balled up in the middle of her bed crying so hard that she retched a few time. Ron stood in the doorway looking at the woman who was going to bear his child. He was about to say something when suddenly she jumped up, ran past him, and headed straight for the bathroom.
He followed her in, and when he noticed her puking her guts out, he went to kneel beside her and hold her hair out of the way. He sat there holding her hair and murmuring things to console her and when she was done, she looked up with her tear stained face and said, “Why the hell are you here? You already made a point of saying that you want nothing to do with this. Go away, I will be okay.”
“Don’t be silly, Marissa. You misunderstood me, I want everything to do with this. If you would have tried to ask me what I meant, then you would have giving me the chance to clarify, that I meant what the hell am I going to do with Hermione, not you. How am I going to break the news, for example. You know I would never do that to you.”
“Really, Ron? I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but remember that this is your child too. I know that you don’t remember the act of conception, hell, I don’t remember the act of conception, but we did it and now we have to face the consequences. So, Ron, what are we going to do?” She asked. Then she went on. “You don’t even understand how complex this situation is. I am an American witch, you are a British wizard. We’re from two completely different worlds. At the end of the summer, I have to go back to America. Your government only gave me a visa until autumn.”
“Is there any way around that? What if I were to come to America with you? Do you know what your government would do?”
“If you want me to stay, we will have to get married. If you want to go with me, we will have to get married. If you want anything to do with the raising of this child, we will have to get married. I am only nineteen years old, I am not even sure if I am ready for that yet.”
“I understand that Marissa, as I am only eighteen myself. But I do want apart in this child’s life. So, I do want to marry you. Someday, you might want to marry me too,” Ron said. He didn’t voice was the fact that he hoped that she wanted to marry him in the future, not because of the baby, but because that she wanted to be with him.
Little did he know that Marissa was sitting across from him on the bathroom floor thinking the exact same thing. “Let's try and make it work for the baby,” was all she could bring herself to say.
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Draco woke up for the next couple of weeks in the arms of the man he loved. However, every morning at around eight in the morning, Harry would get up, claiming to go exercise with Luke. Draco knew that Harry was up to something, he just didn’t know what.
However, Draco trusted Harry in a way that he, considering his upbringing, had never trusted anyone. So, he let Harry do whatever he was doing without question, and Draco went shopping with Jeremy nearly every day. Besides Harry, Jeremy was Draco’s best friend.
Draco and Jeremy were walking down the street and walked past an outdoor café. Draco stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a couple sitting in the corner chatting intently. Then Draco felt the tears start to come. It was Harry and some man, and they were laughing. Draco wanted to go over there, but he was rooted to the spot where he was standing. Then Jeremy asked, “Draco, what is wrong, honey-poo?”
Draco couldn’t say it, so he just pointed at the couple eating and laughing. And then suddenly, Draco could move and instead of comforting his boyfriend and the other man, he turned and ran.
What Draco didn’t know was that Jeremy knew this other man, and Jeremy didn’t have a chance to tell Draco, that this other man didn’t pose any threat to his and Harry’s relationship. However, instead of following Draco, Jeremy went to the table and said, “Excuse me, Harry and Professor G. sorry to interrupt.”
“Hi Jeremy, what’s up? Where’s Draco?” Harry asked and looked around anxiously for his boyfriend.
“Well you see, when Draco saw you sitting here with Professor G. well he got upset. I believe he thought you are cheating on him. And well, who could blame him? Harry you are so dreamy, and Professor G. you aren’t bad either, hell half the boys and all the girls in your classes would want to screw you. And Draco saw this, and bolted. I thought I would let you know,” Jeremy said.
Harry jumped up and said, “Which way did he go?” Jeremy pointed in the direction. “I’m sorry Jason, can we finish tomorrow?”
Then before Jason could finish his nod, Harry was off running in the direction Jeremy sent him in. It wasn’t for another ten minutes before he remembered the necklace he had gotten Draco back before graduation. He murmured the incantation to activate the tracking device and felt himself moving towards a secluded alleyway. It was only a few minutes more that he spotted him, crouching against the wall.
“Draco, I am so glad I found you.”
“Don’t you speak, Harry. Don’t you speak! I thought I could trust you. Who is he? WHO?” Draco yelled as the tears fell down his face.
“Draco, you don’t understand. It isn’t what you think,” Harry said moving to comfort his boyfriend. However when he tried to put his arms around him, Draco flinched.
“Then make me understand. Why are you cheating on me?” Draco said through the sobs.
“Honey, I am not cheating on you. Jason is a professor here and involved with none other than Professor Snape, if you can believe it.”
“What? That doesn’t explain what you were doing with him.”
“Okay, I will tell you. But you have to promise not to be upset.”
“Okay.”
“We are brewing a potion together for you to take to get rid of any tracking devices your father may have implanted in you. It was for your own protection.”
“What?!?” Draco screamed. “You are trying to protect me without my knowledge? How could you Harry fucking Potter? How could you not tell me about this, and instead you lie to me?”
So much for not being upset.
“I know I was wrong not to tell you about this, but when we started this potion, you were so happy, the happiest I had ever seen you and I didn’t want to ruin by bringing up your father. I love you, you fucking idiot. I didn’t want to see you hurt.”
Draco looked stunned at this. “You love me?” he asked in a stunned voice.
“I think I always have,” Harry replied smiling at the blonde man in front of him. “Now get off the ground and come and meet Jason. The first potion I need you to take will be ready this afternoon. Then we’ll know if I have to brew the other one…”
He tailed off as Draco started to brush his cheek with his hand. “I love you too Harry, you're so beautiful. Inside and out.” He captured his lover's lips with a kiss of sheer love and passion for each other. Soon, the young couple were lightly running hands over each other's bodies, and Harry found himself laying Draco down onto a part of the alley that was slightly cleaner than the rest, and nibbling on his neck. Draco moaned in euphoria.
When Harry opened his lover's shirt, Draco protested a little, worried about getting so intimate out in public. The brunette's response was that this was deserted and secluded, hell, the newspaper that had been left randomly near there, was over three years old. Nobody came down here, it seemed.
Draco's protests died away – more an affect of the fact that Harry had opened his shirt, and was suckling at his nipple like a newborn, than the logical reasoning. Running his hands down Draco's sides, Harry licked the nipple, and moved onto the other. Once he considered Draco's chest sufficiently marked, he pushed his boyfriend's shirt all the way off, and laid it down under him. Taking off his own shirt, he added this to the shirt under Draco, so at least now Draco wouldn't have dirt ground into his back. Harry knew he'd freak over that.
He whipped off his own trousers with little patience, and now, knelt in tented boxers in front of Draco – who was licking his lips at the thought of Harry's cock – grasped Draco's trouser and Y-fronts together. Finally, he yanked them both off. Draco's erection was like a flagpole, straight up in the air and hard as steel. Licking it, Harry was delighted to coax a twitch from it, and an incoherent stream of babble from Draco. He sucked the balls into his mouth, before heading up Draco's body, shedding his underpants as he went. He positioned his cock at Draco's mouth, before murmuring “Open up, love...” which Draco did, gladly. He slipped his cock in between the beautiful red lips, a wonderful contrast to the alabaster skin of Draco's face and body.
He fucked Draco's mouth for a couple of long and pleasurable minutes, during which Draco had remained as hard as ever – he liked sucking Harry, he loved the taste, the smell, and the noises Harry made when he rubbed his tongue over the head just like that. It was a sort of pleased whimper, which a bit of a moan mixed in with it.
Finally, Harry pulled out. Draco didn't protest the loss – he knew what was coming next. Especially when Harry made eye-contact with Draco, and slowly sucked three fingers into his mouth, moaning as he licked them. Harry was pleased to note Draco's breath speed up, and as if this was possible, Draco got marginally harder.
Harry spread Draco's legs, one on either side of his torso. He reached his hand under him, and pushed. Draco didn't want too much preparation, so Harry very rapidly added another finger, and finally the third. Scissoring these fingers, he dragged a moan from Draco when he hit the prostate. After three more hits, Draco was reaching for his cock, so Harry decided enough was enough.
Spitting into his palm, he rubbed it lightly over his member and positioned himself, still with Draco's legs either side of his torso. Harry began to thrust. Slowly, to begin with, sliding in and out, setting a slow and loving rhythm of strokes. However, soon Draco was begging for more, and harder. Harry obliged. First increasing his force, he slammed into Draco's prostate, hard. His blonde boyfriend gave a strangled gasp, before beginning to wank himself.
This encouraged Harry to go even harder, and faster, to drive his lover into a state of near oblivion. Harry felt his climax building, and after a few more thrusts, grabbed Draco's cock, and wanked it wildly and faster than Draco, who seemed to be trying to delay his climax. Draco, being over-stimulated, came all over his chest, with a yell of ecstasy. Harry, feeling Draco clench around him, gritted his teeth and gave one final thrust, before filling his lover's hole with his seed.
As Harry and Draco drifted down from their climaxes, they heard a slow clapping. Twisting their heads around, they were shocked – and embarrassed - to see Jeremy there, admiring the performance. “Encore?” He enquired. Harry groaned, and dropped his head to his lover's shoulder.
“Like hell...” came the now somewhat muffled answer.
“Jeremy, why are you here?” asked Draco, slightly more coherent than Harry.
“I came to watch the show, of course. I turned up as Harry was pulling off your shirt. And, considering what followed it, I'd have been a fool to miss out, sweetums.” Jeremy replied, in a cat-who-got-the-cream tone of voice, and with a Cheshire cat grin to match. He skipped away, giggled.
“Ah geez... I have to share a room with him!” Harry groaned. “Am I ever gonna live this down?”
“I doubt it, Harry.”
Harry and Draco got up and redresses and headed back to Draco’s room to get cleaned up after their bit of voyeurism. When they got there, they found two owls waiting. One addressed to Harry only and the other addressed to the both of them. Harry retrieved both letters and after giving both owls treats and sending them on their way, proceeded to open and read the letters. His eyes grew wide as he read the first, the one addressed to Harry only. Seeing the look on Harry’s face, Draco asked, “What is it, love?”
Harry answered, “Well, just listen:
Harry,
I need you mate. I have gotten myself into a predicament. I would rather tell you this in person, but seeing as how you are so far away, I will just tell you now. I am going to be a father. Marissa, you remember me telling you about her, is pregnant after a drunken nightly escapade. Now, I have to tell Hermione and I would like it if you were there to help her after this. Strangely enough, she sent me an owl asking to meet me, and Marissa and I are going to go and drop the news. I just hope Hermione and I can still be friends after I tell her this. Anyway, if you are able to come, I have owled her and told her I could meet next Thursday for lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. I am sorry if this is an incontinence for you, but that is my and Marissa’s free day from the camp, and the only time we had. Hopefully I will see you there.
Ron”
Harry looked at his love after he finished the letter and said, “Well, what do you think? The next one is obviously from Hermione, do you want me to just read it?”
Draco nodded so Harry ripped open the next letter and read,
“Harry,
We are breaking the news to Ron next week and if you would like to come, it is at the Leaky Cauldron, next Thursday at noon. Okay, I am really demanding your presence so that I can tell you some pretty big news about Charlie and I.
I also thought this would be a good time to tell Ron about your and Draco’s relationship. Anyway, please come, and bring Draco if you can.
Much Love, Hermione
P.S. Bring your and Draco’s dress robe measurements please.”
Draco burst into laugher and asked, “You don’t think she’s pregnant too?”
Harry started laughing at that and replied, “Probably.”
After they had laughed for about fifteen minutes, took a shower, had extremely hot shower sex, and redressed, the headed to Harry’s room to say hello to Jeremy and Luke. Harry was adamant about not being embarrassed about what Jeremy had witnessed today, so it was to his surprise that when he did reach his room, there was no sign of them. He had figured Jeremy would hang out until he could crack a joke at him at least. Harry just shrugged and grabbed something off his nightstand.
They then headed down to Jason’s classroom so that Draco could take the first of the tracking potions. When they got there, they found Jason, Jeremy, and Luke sitting around drinking coffee and Jeremy was obviously colorly retelling the event he witnessed this afternoon.
The three turned to look in the doorway and saw the objects of their conversation and both Harry and Luke (who was obviously embarrassed to be hearing such a story) turn the same shade of red. Jeremy, Jason, and Draco, however, just laughed and started talking all about it as if it was last night movie of the week.
Harry had had just about enough, so he, cleared his throat loudly, getting everyone’s attention and said, “Jason, is the potion ready?”
“Sure is, Loverboy,” Jason replied with a wink.
“Do you think we could test it?” Harry said blushing even harder.
Jason got up and walked towards a shelf and removed a vial from it, and turned and handed it to Draco. “Now Draco, by the way, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Jason said with an award winning smile. Then he continued, “This potion may make you feel like shit afterwards, but hopefully it is well worth it. Now drink the whole vial, and try not to loose your cookies.”
Draco uncorked the vial, and said, “Bottoms up!” and successfully drank the entire vial, and managed to keep it down. Just then, a glowing green light emitted from Draco throat, and as the liquid moved through his body, that part began to glow. Draco began to freak out.
“That is good news, Draco. Green is good, Red is bad. Red would mean that there was a tracking charm, and a very powerful one, on you. However, green means that there is not. I guess your father wasn’t that smart, or forgot to lace your cocoa with the bad potion every three months. Awesome, I didn’t want to have to brew that other one, I am on vacation and supposed to be meeting Sev next week in London.”
“Well, Jason, it looks as though Draco and I will be in London next week too. What a coincidence,” Harry said with a smile.
Just then Draco got a devious smile on his face, “Along with shocking the hell out of Weasley next week, can I also fuck with my Uncle Sev? That is what you call him, right, Sev?”
Just then, Jeremy, who knew just enough about Draco and Harry’s relationship to know that Ron wasn’t going to take it well, interrupted, “Oh no, you are not leaving Lukey and I behind. We will be going with you. We will not miss out on this.”
The five of them began making plans for next week when suddenly something that Draco said dawned on Jason. “Did you say that Sev is your Uncle?”
“Yes, and I can see that Uncle Sev isn’t going out with you for your brains.”
Jason smirked at Draco, and Draco just laughed.

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