By the time the whole gang met up on Monday night to catch up on their weekends, Hermione's embarrassment was starting to fade and she was beginning to see the funny side of things. However while she may have been able to see how funny the situation was it didn't mean she wanted to talk about it. Not that she had much choice as inevitably the conversation turned onto the weekend in France.

Initially Hermione had been hopeful that the incident was forgotten as the first hour of the gathering passed with mention of France. Harry and Ron spent ten minutes complaining about their refresher course, followed by Theo complaining about his boring weekend at his in-law's. Daphne however seemed to have had a more productive weekend, having gone baby shopping with her mother and spent a fortune. Luna and Pansy had also had a successful weekend at the wedding fair, they had found Luna the perfect dress, had found the bridesmaid's dresses she wanted and have even found a bakery to do the wedding cake.

"So how was France?" Theo asked, bringing up the subject Hermione had hoped would fail to arise.

"It was great." Angelina replied with a smile.

"Very illuminating." Blaise chuckled.

"And revealing." George added. "Very revealing."

"What's the joke?" Harry asked. While Blaise and George were both laughing heartily, Angelina and Ginny were giggling quietly and Draco was smirking.

"Nothing." Hermione said quickly, not wanting her embarrassment to be shared with even more people.

"Come on, Hermione, we have to tell the story." Ginny implored her friend. "It's just too funny not to mention."

"Fine." Hermione huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just want it noted that I hate you all for laughing at my embarrassment."

"You would be laughing at us, if one of us had done the same thing." Ginny pointed out.

"What the hell happened?" Ron asked, his curiosity growing by the second.

"Please let me tell the story." Blaise begged, sitting up eagerly.

"Here come the dramatics." Ginny muttered, rolling her eyes at her husband.

Blaise playfully glared at Ginny, before turning to the group that hadn't been in France. "Well it all started on Saturday night after we'd all been drinking a bit. Anyway, we lads had gone to bed and the girls carried on drinking for a while. So there I was lying in bed waiting for Ginny and all of a sudden there was this ear shattering scream. Jumping up I went running into the hallway to find Draco and George also coming out of their rooms to see what was going on. As we were standing in the hallway Hermione suddenly comes flying out of this bedroom, wearing the skimpiest underwear you've ever seen." Blaise paused for effect and even winked at Hermione before he continued. "I mean you could see everything, she might as well have been naked."

"Nice." Theo grinned at Hermione. "Damn, I wish I'd been there."

"Theo." Daphne glared at her husband. "That's Draco's wife you're talking about."

"I know." Theo nodded. "But it doesn't change the fact Hermione is pretty hot and any man would want to see her in skimpy undies."

"Totally." Harry agreed.

"Oh yeah." Ron added with a grin.

While the two wizards may have been Hermione's oldest friends they weren't blind, they knew exactly how attractive their best friend was.

"I'm confused." Pansy said with a frown as she turned to Hermione. "I mean we've all caught you and Draco getting frisky, so why the embarrassment over skimpy underwear?"

"That wasn't the most embarrassing part." Hermione muttered through clenched teeth.

"I was just getting to that bit." Blaise tutted. "Honestly you lot are so impatient. First of all I just wanted to paint a picture of Hermione in her tiny underwear."

"You did that alright." Theo said wistfully, once again wishing he'd been part of the fun.

"Anyway, to finish my story we were all standing in the hallway and suddenly Lucius suddenly emerges from the room behind Hermione." Blaise explained, once again grabbing the group's attention. "It turns out Hermione was so drunk she went into the wrong room and got into bed with Lucius."

Peals of laughter rang out across the room as the group pictured the scene. The group who had actually been in France were also laughing as they remembered the incident.

"Oh, that's just brilliant." Pansy cried, wiping away tears of laughter. "Climbing into bed with your father-in-law, classic."

"Who realised the mistake?" Luna asked.

"Lucius." Hermione muttered. "I was too drunk to notice."

"Yeah, she was too busy with her hand down his pants." Blaise laughed.

"You felt him up?" Pansy gasped. "What was he like?"

"Pretty impressive, actually." Hermione replied. "Draco clearly takes after his father in that department."

"Will you stop comparing me to my father." Draco hissed at his wife. "Honestly between this weekend and last time, I'm beginning to think you've got a thing for him."

"Last time?" George asked curiously. "What are we missing? Has she hopped into Lucius's bed before?"

"I have not." Hermione declared in an offended tone. "Saturday was a pure accident, I was just drunk and made a mistake."

"That's what you said last time." Draco chuckled. "I'm going to have to stop you drinking around father in case things progress even further."

"Okay, you have to tell us what happened." Angelina said, intrigued by the mysterious conversation being had by the couple.

"Well it was Blaise and Ginny's engagement party." Draco started.

"Please don't, Draco." Hermione begged her husband. "Haven't I been embarrassed enough for one day?"

Draco stopped and was seriously considering not saying any more but the rest of the group were all eager to hear the story. With a bit of badgering the majority got what they wanted and Draco began to tell his story.

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After getting away from Blaise, Draco headed back to where he'd left a drunk Hermione. Before Blaise had popped up wanting to talk about a business matter, Draco had been quite happy in a secluded corner with Hermione on his lap. Shortly before Blaise had interrupted them Hermione had straddled Draco's lap and handed him her knickers, which she had removed on a trip to the bathroom. Due to Hermione's intoxicated nature Draco had been able to go further than she would normally let them go in public and before Blaise had rudely interrupted them he had his hand under her skirt and was moments away from making her climax in public.

Draco's curses at Blaise for interrupting them were intensified when he got back to the corner and discovered Hermione was gone. Disappointed that they couldn't pick up from where they had left off, and slightly worried about what Hermione would do in her intoxicated state, Draco set off in search of his fiancée. After circling Blaise and Ginny's house twice, Draco still hadn't found Hermione and no-one seemed to have seen her.

Wandering into the kitchen for a third look, Draco discovered the room was practically deserted. His father was standing over beside the open door and when Draco checked with Lucius, he hadn't seen Hermione either. Turning to leave the kitchen Draco paused when he heard a familiar voice call his name. Turning back round Draco spotted Hermione entering the kitchen from the door that connected to the dining room.

"There you are, you bad boy." Hermione giggled, wobbling unsteadily on her feet as she entered the kitchen. "You left me just as things were getting interesting."

Before Draco had a chance to respond, Hermione had wobbled over to Lucius and threw her arms around his neck. Lucius threw Draco a horrified look as Hermione started to nuzzle at his neck.

"How about we pick up from where we left off?" Hermione purred, smiling seductively at Lucius. "I'm still not wearing knickers." She whispered, causing Lucius's eyes to widen comically.

Realising that Hermione was about to kiss his father, Draco hurried across the room. Just as Hermione's lips began to brush against his father's, Draco grabbed his fiancée and pulled her off his startled father.

"I don't think you want to do that sweetheart." Draco chuckled.

"Draco?" Hermione frowned as she looked at her fiancé, before turning to look at the man she'd nearly kissed. "Why is there two of you?" She asked in a puzzled voice.

"That's not me, that's father." Draco pointed out, trying not to laugh at his father's beaming smile at being mistaken for his son.

"Lucius. I'm sorry, I thought you were Draco." Hermione gasped as she studied the man she almost kissed. "You two look so alike." She mused, losing focus again.

"That's quite alright." Lucius chuckled. He'd been rather taken aback when Hermione had thrown herself at him, but the fact she'd drunkenly mistaken him for Draco was quite amusing.

"Let's get you some fresh air." Draco said to Hermione, steering her out of the backdoor before she lunged at his father again.

"Are you the real Draco?" Hermione asked once they were in the back garden.

"Yes sweetheart, I'm the real thing." Draco smirked.

"Good." Hermione giggled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him further down the garden. Darting behind a large tree, which shielded them from the house, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed herself into his body. "Now we can finish what you started earlier."

Knowing he might not get another opportunity to have Hermione in his best friend's garden, Draco eagerly pressed Hermione against the tree trunk as his lips found hers. Less than five minutes later the couple were furiously shagging against the tree, not in least bit bothered that someone might come looking for them.

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"You didn't have to tell them the last bit." Hermione hissed at Draco as their friends howled with laughter at the story.

"Sorry, but it was pretty hot." Draco shrugged.

"That was a brilliant story." Ginny giggled. "Although I'm beginning to worry about you, Hermione."

"Yeah, you seem to have a problem identifying Draco." Pansy laughed. "First you try and kiss Lucius, then you try and sleep with him."

"Not to mention the incident with George." Angelina added. "You didn't realise it was my husband you were fondling."

"To be fair both times with Lucius I was drunk." Hermione argued. "And as for George, I was using my toes. You can't exactly feel enough with your toes to work out you've got your foot in the wrong lap."

"I'd still be worried if I were you mate." Blaise said to Draco. "It can't be good that your wife keeps mistaking your father for you."

"I think it's an easy mistake to make." Luna said, defending her friend. "I mean Draco and Lucius look very similar. They're both good looking men."

"You think Lucius is good looking?" Ron asked his fiancée with a disturbed look on his face.

"Oh, yes." Luna answered immediately. "He's very tasty for an older man."

"Really?" Ron looked around at the other girls as he sought confirmation that Luna was right.

"Yes." Pansy said as Angelina, Daphne and Ginny all nodded their agreement. "Lucius is pretty nice, I can't say I blame Hermione for grabbing a feel of his good's when she had the chance."

"And I can confirm he's a good kisser." Angelina added. "Our kiss at New Year was very good."

"Who would have thought that Lucius was such a heart-throb?" Theo chuckled.

"This lot aren't the only ones who think that." Blaise told his friend, suddenly remembering Lucius's tale from the weekend. "Your grandmother is a big fan as well."

"My gran?" Theo frowned. "What does she have to do with anything?"

"Did you not know her and Lucius had a fling back when he was in school?" George asked innocently.

"What the hell?" Theo cried. "Lucius has slept with my gran. But he's my father's best friend."

"Your father knows all about it." Blaise said. "Apparently Lucius told him when they returned to school."

"And he didn't care?" Theo questioned, trying to picture his father's reaction that his best friend had slept with his mother. If either Draco or Blaise had told him such a thing he didn't think they'd still be friends over twenty years later.

"Apparently not." George replied. "Although I have to admit, if my best friend told me he'd just spent the summer having a passionate fling with my mother I don't think we'd still be friends."

"That's what I was just thinking." Theo said to George. "I mean the idea is just creepy, who wants to know their best friend has bedded their mother."

"Luckily that's a problem none of us have to face." Draco said.

"Yeah, but now I have images of gran and Lucius in my head." Theo moaned. "Why did you tell me this, it's just wrong."

"Just think if you'd been with us you could have heard all the details." Blaise chuckled. "Lucius was very forthcoming with his tales of sexual escapades with your grandmother."

"He does tell some good stories." Harry chuckled, remembering some of the stuff Lucius had told them on various nights out.

"He tells some bloody inappropriate stories." Draco muttered. "There are some things a son just doesn't want to know about his parents and their sex life."

The group laughed at Draco as their conversation drifted onto the topic of embarrassing parents. Hermione was relived to be out of the spotlight, but she knew her friends and she knew her incidents with Lucius wouldn't be forgotten. She knew the story would come up time and time again over the years, she just hoped as time passed it would be mentioned less frequently and hopefully by the time her and Draco had children who were old enough to hear stories about their parents, the entire incident would be forgotten about totally. The last thing Hermione wanted was for her children to hear about the time she almost kissed their grandfather and the time she ended up in bed with him.

The End.