Summary: Hermione and Seamus return from Majorca, to Marcus breaking up with another girl. They find out their professional exploits have caused some ripples in medical academia, as documented by Blaise. Marcus apologizes in the best way to Hermione.

The last chapter of Ghosters!

Warning: The third section contains smutty-like items NSFW.

Beta-read thanks to Tanguera! Reviews are very much appreciated!

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Dear Mum and Dad,

Majorca was fantastic, I nearly had the whole villa to myself. Seamus and Blaise are quite serious now. I think Seamus has realized that Blaise's flirting wasn't just for fun, when he asked him to move in. Blaise is the type to just go after what he wants, and Seamus is rather skittish in how fast it's all going, so they've tabled it for now. Of course, rent will be a little more expensive once Seamus gets over himself but it's still quite affordable compared to other prices I've seen.

It was a shock to get back and see Marcus' face all over the Prophet with his latest break-up, this time a witch. We're starting to wonder if he's cursed, but the amount of publicity may be why he's stuck to non-magical girls before now.

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Seamus hollered to his partner in the kitchen. "'Mione, have you seen the papers yet?" He jumped when she answered by his ear.

"No." Then slid the newspaper from his fingers.

"Oi! Papercuts!"

Flint's moving face deeply frowned as he unhappily watched two women try to kill each other in front of him. The text identified the brunette woman in a short sheath dress as his latest girlfriend, pureblood socialite Isobel MacDougal, crying as fistfuls of her hair were being yanked out by Madam Lavender MacMillan. The blurb expounding that the newly-wed Madam MacMillan's rage had driven her to assault her husband's mistress in public, within an upscale restaurant.

"Poor Lavender." Hermione had approved when the on-again, off-again saga between Ron and Lavender had ended, with Lavender kissing Ernie MacMillan in a large fairy-tale high society wedding. But it seemed the happiness was short-lived. Seamus snorted as they watched Flint drop his napkin and leave in disgust.

"Poor Lav, nothing. Been waiting for that girl to grow a spine. Won't be surprised if Ernie falls right in line when she's through with him." Seamus lazily summoned parchment and quill. "So… we having a pub night with Flint?" Hermione laughed as her heartbeat quickened.

"Yeah, he's not one of our red files for once, but it's tradition now. Have to give him credit for still trying, but the man needs to get properly soused."

"Tough luck, mate." Seamus slapped Flint's shoulder, winking at Blaise who was sipping at a whiskey. Flint grunted and gestured to two pints already waiting on the tabletop. Hermione slid into a worn wooden chair, ignoring the sticky floor as she moved it. Blaise's hand landed on top of Seamus' knee.

"You took your sweet time."

Hermione blushed. "That was my fault. Surprise meeting with Hans." Seamus cocked his head, and grinned before setting his glass down.

"She's going to take her swottiness to the next level. Lecturing at Hogwarts and the Academy in a couple of months." He cackled gleefully. "Oh, you should have heard her, told him where to shove the notion, then Hans pulls out his trump card. Ol' McGonagall had sent an owl saying how she and the other professors were looking forward to auditing an alumnus lecture."

Hermione grunted unhappily and cradled the glass in her hands, meeting Marcus' intense gaze for a moment before determinedly shifting her attention to Blaise and Seamus. She berated herself. 'The man wants to act like it didn't happen. Don't be a twat about it.' But she could feel Marcus staring and Seamus wasn't hiding his amusement at the whole situation.

Blaise signaled the waitress. "Well it's about time. I've sent compilations of your Oblivation reports to multiple teaching hospitals, and my published summary has resulted in ridiculous amount of Howlers. But the effects are indisputable." Seamus and Hermione froze.

Seamus asked carefully, "Your published summary?" At his question, Blaise quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes, I told you about it a few weeks ago." The Obliviators traded glances, it was during their frantic bid to clear enough workload for Hans before Majorca.

"We weren't named in this summary, were we?" Hermione questioned delicately. Both Slytherins were clearly mystified and Blaise irritated in particular.

"No, but it won't be hard to figure out with the amount of time you're at St. Mungo's. You realize I only meet the other Obliviators twice a month versus multiple times a day with you two?"

Seamus nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, but the general public and media won't necessarily connect us with it. At least not immediately, and it's been thoroughly documented in triplicate with a history so they can't make much of a fuss about proper procedure."

Hermione made a face. "No, but healers and professional pride. Poole. Anyone Blaise has pissed off. But Kingsley's signature was on the alternative methods memo Hans had sent out."

Thick rough fingers snapped impatiently between Hermione and Seamus' noses. Marcus set his pint down with a thud. "What the fuck are you two on about? Blaise has been on and on about this being a breakthrough. I've even read it and it's right brill. What's it matter with the Minister's signature and proper procedure."

Seamus scrubbed his hands through his hair. "Hermione and I… look, we do a good job, but sometimes it's not by time-old traditional methods and we piss people off. It's been like that since the Academy."

Hermione shook her head. "Even before that."

"Right, when we were in school, during the war, right after the war. Some would spit in our faces and die, than have us save them. Just… don't name us, if you can help it. You've worked hard to be where you are, Blaise."

"And you haven't? Fuck that noise."

Marcus snorted. "War was supposed to end all that shite prejudice."

Seamus shrugged. "Surprise. People don't change."

"Or they start showing their true colours." Hermione darkly uttered. Her partner slung an arm around her and smacked a wetter than necessary kiss onto her cheek. Seamus smirked through her outraged squeak, and waved an arm at the closest waitress.

"Nah, they're all red inside. Until their insides are outside. But still red."

Blaise jabbed a finger at Seamus. "I can definitively tell you there are multitudes of yellow and brown inside every person." Marcus snorted in his beer and started choking at Hermione's expression of disgust.

Marcus knocked, shifting his arms minutely when he started feeling his load sliding. Hermione opened the door just in time to take the tower of steaming aluminium containers, watching curiously as a freshly showered Marcus cursed at two cardboard boxes bouncing from strings looped over his forearms. She let him in and watched the care he took to place the boxes on the floor, enjoying how he filled out his dark denims.

"Marcus, why are you bringing me -" She sniffed the containers on the counter. "Butter chicken? And what's in the boxes? Nevermind that we just finished helping Seamus move in with Blaise."

Marcus rubbed his finger-tips nervously against his hips muttering, "Shay better be right 'bout this."

"Shay better be right about what?" Hermione amusedly tracked the procession of thoughts flit across his face, half guessing what was going on when one of the boxes started jumping. She humoured the poor man when he mumbled through a half-assed explanation about christening rooms, Blaise recommending Indian takeaway, and Seamus saying 'Mione was probably feeling all alone in the flat by herself. "Right. Fuck this. Marcus are you going to date me proper, or what?" Then found herself pressed against a wall.

Flint's lips and tongue were soft and persistent, his aftershave tickled her nose. Hermione quickly ducked her head and sneezed into his chest. They both froze. He started laughing, stripped off his shirt, wrapped strong large hands around her waist and placed her on a barstool. Hermione lost time, her hands stretching across broad muscled shoulders, her thighs hitch up around lean hips. Marcus' tongue fucked into her mouth, his fingers tracing heat along her back and scalp, burrowed under her shirt and into her hair. Hermione pulled away to gasp and Marcus groaned, trailing kisses along her jawline and neck.

"Yeah, I'm going to date you proper. Kiss you. Touch you. Eat you. Fuck you right proper." She squeaked at his thumb firmly tracing her seam through fabric. Hermione moaned when she felt his finger bypass shorts and panties to sink slowly but surely into her. Marcus swallowed the rest of her noises, kissing her through the pump of his finger. Pushing hard against his shoulders, Hermione held him back, admiring how dilated his pupils were. His fingers stretched towards her crotch as if it hurt to be parted from her, and the bulge in his jeans made the whole picture unbearably attractive.

"Wait! You still haven't apologized for being a berk about kissing me before." The man whined, shook his head to clear it slightly, licking his lips. Marcus nodded panting slightly.

"I was a berk, absolute tosser. I shouldn't have kissed you then, but I shouldn't have apologized about it because I want to do it all the time." Hermione cocked an eyebrow.

"All the time?" Marcus nodded.

"Everywhere." Hermione let him push closer at that. Let him pull her clothes off and widened her thighs to let his thick fingers stretch her open. Let him haul her knees over those broad shoulders, and lick at her spasming body as he vigorously massaged her g-spot. His tongue delved through her sopping wet folds hungrily chasing her taste as it leaked around his fingers, flicking her clit before sucking it in and leading her to the edge.

Hermione vaguely thought it was odd the boxes were moving by themselves while she recovered from her first orgasm, then stopped thinking as Marcus started pressing the head of his cock into her, while whispering filthy streams of words into her ear. The stool squeaked against the floor as he thrust. His hips rippling against hers, barely pulling out as if he couldn't bear to leave her heat, before slamming back in. Hermione couldn't catch her breath, he was so thick inside her, stretching her with strong short thrusts with a hip twist at the end that made her want to wail. Rugby was a wonderful sport, just the loveliest for giving Marcus powerful thighs with stamina. She shook apart clenching hard against Marcus grinding in firm circles, murmuring how hot and tight and delicious her pretty little cunt was.

It made sense now. He was terrible at communicating normally because he was a genius at dirty talk.

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Hermione sat on the floor, digging into her rice and chicken as sweat cooled on her skin. She was surprised it was still warm, it hadn't been a fast coupling. Marcus sat next to her, pushing off one of her new cats from trying to paw at his fork with a careful nudge of his knee. She smiled, Seamus must have told him to bring out every weapon in his arsenal. How could she say no to cats, Indian takeaway and mind-blowing sex?

Marcus rumbled through her thoughts.

"Sorry, zoned out a bit. What did you say?"

"You dating me, is that going to affect your closure rate?" Hermione laughed, and laughed, until she cried. She could give two fucks about closure rate.

Dear Mum and Dad,

There has been some progress in the Longbottoms cognizance, they react to people in older pictures regularly, and seem to anticipate their routine. We cautioned Neville to not get his hopes up. They will never function normally but there is enough brain tissue regeneration to consider releasing them from the permanent ward, into the Longbottom manor with attendant house-elves and a live-in medi-witch. Blaise is beside himself and has been writing papers like a madman.

The workload is starting to ease off, the first set of Obliviators we have mentored are taking on their own cases now. Seamus and I are able to make more matches, and I think Marcus and Blaise get a kick out of how we scandalise the WAGs. WAGS are the same, whether rugby or quidditch. Several of them have those dogs that poop in their purses. Marcus still twitches whenever he's too close to one.

Note: Ever wonder where I get my chapter titles? They aren't random. Ghosters titles are based on stages of haunting. Also, when you want to envision Marcus in his rugby uniform - look up Dan Carter, All Blacks Rugby team.

Review Reply: In no particular order...

stephklegmailcom, sunset oasis, PaigeAdams5972: I love Blaise and Seamus as well! It really surprised me that their pairing took over so much. Marcus is always in trouble...or is trouble. I don't think I have to decide which. Thank you for reading and leaving lovely reviews!

SoulSiphon: Thank you very much for reading and reviewing! I try to make sure the pace isn't stagnant. Unfortunately, it's the end! I won't stop writing altogether, but this is where I will end Ghosters.

Aphrodite-Venus-u.k: Thank you for reading and commenting! I was envious myself of their vacation, if only. 3

Btterflykiss69, Cryloren, Cori1891, artisticbum: Thank you for taking the time to read and drop a note!

Lady Evora, Sunset Whispers: :) When has Hermione ever led anyone astray? Also, Seamus and Blaise are too ridiculous to be paired with anyone else. Blaise totally understands "If you want to be my lover, you gotta get with my friends." Thank you for reading and reviewing!

flearambo, GeekMom13: Blaise's strong personality was easy to envision but not as easy to write. Thank you for appreciating my efforts with his character!