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Chapter 4: Fools Rush In

Hermione Granger was pacing. She huffed each time she reached the end of her pace and turned to go back the way she came. It was a habit she had picked up at Hogwarts while waiting for Harry and Ron to show up for a study session. When she finished what studying she needed to get done before they had even bothered to arrive she would pace, and she had turned it into an art form.

Draco hadn't called. He said he would call in the morning after their night out on the town and knowing that he would be living it up for his Easter break she hadn't given it much thought when he hadn't called at 7:00 AM Vegas time. At 9:00 AM she had convinced herself that he had jetlag from the trip and was having a lie-in, but at 10:00 she had begun pacing.

She berated Draco silently for causing her to revert to her former nagging self, and she refused to call him and let that side show. She knew that there were times when he would drag this reaction out of her just for the fun of it, but she had a gut feeling this time that something was wrong. She knew that he would remain faithful to her, because they had been through much more trying times than this. They'd faced their demons when it came to confidence and trust in each other. In all honesty, she wouldn't have spared this whole thing a single thought if Draco had gone with Harry and Neville alone.

But Blaise had gone along as well.

Blaise was a bad influence on Draco, Hermione was convinced of it. He had a tendency to let his genitals do his thinking for him, and he had the wealth of seven deceased step-fathers to promote his irrational behavior. She knew that his actions had everything to do with his upbringing. Elora Zabini was a self-serving wench who pounced from husband to husband like a Black Widow and took their estates when she left. It was how she maintained the lap of luxury that was the manor Blaise's biological father had left them when he dropped dead from, self-induced, alcohol poisoning when Blaise was two. Elora hadn't truly loved a man since.

As a result, Blaise had no positive male role model in his life, and seeing that his own mother used her sexuality to get the things that she desired, Blaise had little hope of ever finding another means to meet his goals. Hermione didn't blame him, but she did resent his influence on her boyfriend.

She was torn from her pondering when the mobile in her hand rang. Before the second ring had rung she had the device at her ear and, to her relief, heard Draco's voice on the other end of the line.

"Good morning, kitten." Draco said playfully. "It's 6:00 PM over here, Draco, and don't even start with the nicknames right now, you know I can't stand them."

"Sorry Hermione, it's just been a long morning over here. There is a lot I have to tell you and we don't have much time. I need you to get in contact with Tonks, we need her to find out where Mundungus is. Something happened with Harry last night and Mundungus was involved. I can't give you the specifics, but no one is hurt or in any physical danger. We just need to get to the bottom of this and time is a factor."

Hermione huffed on the line, her mind racing to process all of this information. Clearly there was something bad going on and Harry's parents couldn't be informed of it. She silently thanked Godric that she hadn't called Lily and James to see if they had heard anything. She knew there would be a lot of explaining to be done, but that now was obviously not the time.

Deciding on a path forward she said, "Why don't you just tell Harry to call Dobby and have him find Mundungus for you. If Mundungus isn't expecting to be followed Dobby should make short work of the problem."

"Thank Salazar for your brilliant mind," Draco said. "Why didn't I think of that before?"

"Because pure-bloods irresponsibly ignore the talents of creatures that they mistakenly believe to be inferior. As long as your underpants are clean, you don't give two fucks about the poor creatures that do nothing but serve to make your life easier. Make sure Harry pays Dobby well for his efforts, keep me posted, and don't think for a second you've gotten out of a full explanation of what the hell is going on because you haven't." With that she hung up the phone and threw herself onto the Davenport that sat in the corner of her flat, berating herself, now, for letting him go without her in the first place. Surely her paperwork for the Department of Mysteries could have waited a few days.

Meanwhile, in Horizon Alley, Harry and Pansy made their way, hand in hand, to Wendy's Wardrobe in search of more information. As they entered the shop a rainbow of colors struck Harry full in the face as he stared at bolts upon bolts of fabrics of all types. In each corner stood a collection of full length mirrors in which prospective customers could observe their potential purchases. Business was slow this early in the morning. One young girl could be seen roaming the aisles looking at the different materials, and an elder woman, whose nametag read Wendy, roamed the store waiting to help any customers without appearing overbearing. Harry let Pansy take the lead this time, as she surely had been the one to make the purchase.

"Excuse me?" she began.

"Pansy, you're back so early! I was certain you'd be celebrating your nuptials much too late in the night to be up and at it this early." Wendy said with a wink. Pansy blushed slightly, and Harry noticed that the look was quite becoming to her.

"Actually, we had some questions about last night." She said, putting on a slight smirk, "Neither my dashing husband nor I remember anything about the ceremony. In fact, we woke up together this morning and have no recollection of seeing each other before that. What can you tell us about last night?"

Wendy looked horrified at the implication that they had wed each other without being coherent. She quickly relayed what she could remember from the night before…

Wendy sat comfortably in her cushy armchair behind the cashier's desk with a mug of coffee and her book of the week. She had taken to reading the works of Steven King lately. He was a respectably talented muggle writer, and it made for a good change from the literature that she read on the weekends. Her night shift books weren't for the purposes of higher learning or an evolving grasp of the English language, they were meant to pass the time away, but even she had standards.

Her female friends all insisted on trashy romance paperbacks that had little, if any, substance to them. They giggled at the irony that even muggle women saw the appeal of fleeting romances with vampires and werewolves despite the fact that they didn't even know the creatures existed in the real world.

Wendy didn't mind taking the night shift at her store once in a while. They rarely had customers so late at night, but because there were 24-hour wedding chapels in Las Vegas it stood to reason that she could expect some 24-hour rental business. Normally her niece worked the night shifts for her, but lately she had become involved with a local No-maj and had requested a night off weekly to pursue the relationship.

And so, here she sat in the wee hours of Saturday morning, reading "The Shining" when three wizards and a witch strolled into the shop and began looking at the rental rack. The men quickly selected some popular black dress robes, while the lone witch wandered over to look at the ready-made wedding dresses.

"Is there anything I can help you find, dearie?" Wendy told the young woman.

"Do you have anything in a traditional French Style? Something simple like a white silk slip with Calais Lace on the outside?" The witch replied comfortably.

"You are a witch that knows what you want. I like that." Wendy replied. "I think I have just the thing. My name is Wendy and welcome to my shop. Give me a moment while I fetch something from the back."

She returned shortly with a beautiful silk gown that would hug her figure, that was paired with a classically styled lace bodice. The entire number was sleeveless and held up by thin silk straps. Wendy helped Pansy into the dress in the dressing room and allowed her to get adjusted to it as she shooed the men from the store to gain her some privacy. The ensemble was adjusted to fit Pansy perfectly, and after picking out a pair of modest heels Pansy was nearly ready to make her purchase.

"I've got the perfect lace lingerie to go with this dress," Wendy said quietly with a wink. "if you're interested." Pansy nodded assent and handed over a bank draft for 1200 galleons without the slightest grimace.

As the wizards rejoined her at the register one of them, presumably the groom, took hold of the dress reverently and helped her from the shop. As they left Wendy could hear one of them saying "Now Bertram's and then to the Excalibur. Should we stop off for another drink before we go?"

"And that is all I remember dearies. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help." Wendy said with a sigh.

"Thank you, Wendy, you've been a great help. We know where to go from here. Here are the rentals that we picked up last night. We took the liberty of cleaning them for you. And thanks for all the help with my dress, we have some pictures from the ceremony and it is darling." Pansy said with a smile. She took Harry's hand and they made their way out of the shop.

"Well, we know that Excalibur is our next stop. This is taking a lot of time. I hope we can bring this whole thing together before it's too late." Harry said as the paused on the street corner.

"We still have about thirteen hours," Pansy replied. "I wonder if Draco and Blaise had any luck finding Mundungus."

A loud pop in front of them announced Dobby's arrival. "Master Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is coming to help, sir. Young Missy Hermy said that Young Master Draco said that youse are looking for Mr. Dungy Fletcher. Dobby is on the case sir and will find him most promptly for Master Harry and Mistress Pansy, sir. Young Missy Hermy also said I is not to be saying anything to Master James or Mistress Lily, sir. Is that correct?" Dobby said without taking a breath.

"Yes Dobby, thank you." Harry said, quickly trying to process everything that he had been told. "Find Mundungus and bring him to us wherever we are and I'll give you fifty galleons for the effort."

"Youse are much too generous with Dobby, Master Harry Potter, sir. Dobby will take no more than ten." Dobby said, shuddering at the thought of so much spending money.

"Forty, no less." Harry said, already used to the bartering system Dobby employed.

"Very well Master Harry Potter, sir. Dobby will be back soon." And he popped away, leaving the young couple still reeling over this new hasty development.

Neville phoned Gwenog from the lobby of the MGM Grand where she had been staying the night before. He hoped she was still in her room so that they could talk in private, but she would have to notify the lobby to allow him up. The phone rang only once before she answered in a sultry voice.

"Lord Longbottom, I was hoping you would contact me before I had to leave this afternoon. Where are you?"

"I'm in the lobby," Neville said timidly, shy at being addressed so formally. "Will you phone the lobby to let me up? I was hoping to speak with you."

"I'm hoping for much more than that," she replied. "see you soon."

She hung up, and a short while later Neville was being ushered to a private elevator that would take him to the skyline suite where they had spent their early morning together before they were rudely interrupted. The lift opened to a small hall in which stood an ornate oak door that molded near seamlessly to the white marble walls. There was only one door on this floor. He knocked twice before turning the knob, knowing that she would have left it unlocked for him.

She wore a plush fleece bathrobe that loosely covered what appeared to be some expensive lace underwear. Surely, she hadn't been dressed this way for the last several hours, but neither did she show any signs of having rushed herself into this attire. She sat comfortably on a pale leather setee and motioned for him to join her. He sat nervously next to her and was mumbling something about being happy to see her again when she suddenly straddled him and quickly attacked his mouth with kisses that told of hunger and desperation. He realized there would be little talking to be had before she was sated, having been left wanting in the middle of their coupling that morning.

He was nothing if not willing to entertain her desires. The questions could wait…

*******Start of Lemon*******

Neville fumbled with his wand in between kisses to cast a quick contraception charm on himself. He was sure that she had taken her own precautions, but it was good practice to be positive about such things. He was the Lord of an Ancient and Noble House, after all. She assaulted his mouth clumsily and with fervor that he recalled vaguely from the night before. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and trousers, discarding them in a heap to try and catch up to her level of disrobement.

She climbed back astride him as his clothes landed on the floor in a clumsy pile. Her kisses travelling lower slowly, tantalizing him. She stopped at his neck, chest, stomach, and then began to tease his thighs with small slow kisses. He let off a guttural sound as he urged her on, and she obliged him, taking him in her mouth slowly at first, and then faster. When she could tell that he was nearing his peak she stopped smugly, climbed back onto the setee and rolled him over to be on top of her so he could return the favor, which he did gladly.

He took his time teasing her body as he made his way down, paying close attention to the flesh behind her ears, and then her neck, her shoulders, followed soon by each nipple. Slowly he made his way down kissing and nibbling at her soft skin, enjoying the way she shuddered in pleasure at every stop, desperately wanting him to hurry up, and yet pleading with him to take his time.

As he teased her thighs one at a time she bucked into his face urging him on, but he moved down to her feet teasingly causing her endless frustration as he gave her feet a soft tickle. As soon as she was about to take matters into her own hands and force him to give her what she wanted he was back at her core.

The speed of the change in sensation caused a light squeal to escape from her lips, and he grinned to himself as he worked with precision at her tender flesh bringing her close to the edge, but not allowing her to tip over it. Finally, when she could wait no longer, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom before tossing her forcefully onto the Egyptian cotton sheets and entering her gently and deeply. The guttural noises returned as he worked himself into her with a steadily building rhythm and he knew that she would soon reach the peak he had previously denied her.

When the moment came she clutched at his back, with her nails digging into his flesh, and her legs wrapping around him tightly. The action pushed him over the top and he spilled himself inside of her quickly before collapsing at her side and taking her in his arms as they lay there on the king size bed, utterly spent.

*******End of Lemon*******

After they had taken a few minutes to recover Gwenog looked to Neville with a smile and said, "You said something about wanting to talk?"

He chuckled lightly and explained that there were parts of the previous night that he and his comrades were having trouble remembering. He made sure to be clear that he remembered his night of bliss with her, and their conversation when they first met at the bar, but that he didn't recall the phone conversation before he had made his way to her suite.

"The conversation was relatively short," she said, "you said you wanted to come over and I told you what room I was in and to call me when you were downstairs. One thing you did say, though, is that you had been to a wedding, your friends were going to do a tour of Muggle magic shows for a spot of fun and that you'd prefer my company to theirs. You definitely said you were at the Excalibur and that they were heading to the Rio." She finished.

Neville took a few moments to process this information before saying, "Thank you Gwenog. This ought to help us figure out where to go next. This whole thing is one big mystery, but I'm very glad that I got to spend some time with you at the bookends of the evening." Neville pulled her close again and kissed her deeply as their nether regions began to stir once more. He had to meet the others in half an hour, or so, but they wouldn't begrudge him too much for being a few minutes late.