Warning: character deaths, lemons

Back at the chapel

The two chilling, killing words rang out, bouncing off the chapel walls. Draco heard Hermione and Lavender scream; and despite himself, he flinched, holding his breath and waiting for the strike.

Then he realised that the curse didn't originate from a woman's voice.

It came from a bloke standing behind him.

Suddenly, his magical bonds were gone, and he watched in shock as Pansy catapulted backwards off the platform and slammed into the filthy stone wall. Her lifeless body slid down to the leaf-strewn ground before coming to a standstill.

'Draco!'

Clumsily, he picked himself up and stumbled over to the altar – ignoring Ron, who was staring curiously at Pansy's body – and pulled an also bond-free Hermione into his arms.

Finally.

He felt whole again.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. 'I-I t-thought I w-was going to l-l-l-lose' – then her face crumpled and her tears overcame her.

'We're not out of the woods just yet, love,' Draco reminded her as he raised his wand to Ron, holding Hermione with one arm around her waist.

Then he looked back to thank his saviour.

It was a man he once knew as Blaise Zabini.

It was, of course, the same Blaise in body. But something had happened to him. His face was etched with lines of grief, and his once-warm brown eyes now resembled cold slate. His wand was pointed squarely at Ron's black heart.

Harry stood in the chapel doorway, trying to keep a hysterical Ginny from storming in.

'Zabini just arrived!' Harry shouted over Ginny's imaginative cursing. 'Didn't say anything, didn't even look at us – just drew his wand and strode in.'

'For which I'll be eternally grateful,' Draco murmured, staring at his friend.

Blaise ignored them – he was only here for one person.

'Weasley,' he spat in a flat voice, 'you killed Giorgia Rossi.'

'Oh my God,' Hermione moaned, while Draco held her tighter. He made sure his wand was pointed dead and centre at Ron's chest.

'You tortured her,' Blaise continued in his flat voice. 'You raped her, over and over, and while she was still alive, you fucking BUTCHERED HER!'

His final, awful words bounced off the chapel walls, echoing in macabre, watery tones.

BUTCHERED HER... BUTCHERED HER...BUTCHERED HER... BUTCHERED HER...

'Ronald!' Ginny screamed, her face a mix of rage and sorrow. 'You are dead to me! Do you hear me? Your name will NEVER be uttered in The Burrow again!'

Ron ignored her and raised his wand at Blaise.

'R-Ron?' Lavender sobbed at his feet. 'Y-You n-never did anything so awful... right?'

Ron's face softened, and he gently patted her hair and cheek. 'She didn't matter, love,' he explained. 'Not like you matter.'

'Don't touch her!' Theo roared, and raised his wand. 'Sectumsempra!'

But Ron deflected the curse's path, and it shot straight back to Theo. His partial shield absorbed most of the damage, but the spell slashed deep into his wand arm.

Theo gasped in pain and dropped his wand, clamping his hand over the wound and sinking to his knees.

'Theo!' Lavender wailed. 'Hermione! Please help him!'

In instant Healer mode, Hermione straightened up and was about to dash over to Theo's aid, if it wasn't for a hand that was firmly clamped on her jacket collar.

'Uh, where do you think you're going?' Draco asked.

'Theo's hurt! I have to help him!' Hermione said, trying to prise his fingers away.

Draco sighed. 'He's literally in the middle of a battle zone!' he snapped.

'Well, then, we'll bring him here!'

Draco ground his teeth. Why was she so vexing and so smart at the same time?

'Fine,' he sighed. 'I'll create a distraction while you levitate him.'

But as Hermione got to work, Draco found that a distraction wasn't needed after all.

Lavender tried to gulp back her tears and be brave like Hermione and Ginny, but the sight of Theo, kneeling bloodied on the dirty chapel floor, made her teeth chatter and her bowels go quivery.

Ronald Weasley horribly killed a girl that Blaise loved.

He also injured Theo (and Pansy, she added as an afterthought) without batting an eyelid.

And now it appears he wants her back?

Well, this won't do.

She swallowed down her fear.

'Ron,' she asked calmly, ignoring the agony in her knees from kneeling on the cold flagstones, 'why have you done all these things?'

He was eager to answer. 'So I can move on and start again!' he said enthusiastically. 'If I put all the bad things that happened to me behind me, I can start afresh – with you.'

Lavender forced the gag rising in her throat back down. He's insane, she thought sadly. There's no other way to explain this.

'I'll treat you properly, this time, Lav,' he continued. 'Sure, I can't give you fancy clothes or fucking castles' – he spat, glaring at Theo – 'but I'll worship the very ground you walk on. You won't want for anything, I promise you. I just need to get rid of these Slytherin scum first' -

Lavender raised her head to his, and his words died away. Also, he could see down her corset.

'Ron,' she said, feeling warm and serene for the first time since her kidnapping. 'I thank you very much for loving me. But you need to understand this next thing clearly. I can never love you again. Even if I didn't already love Theo with all my heart' –

Off to the side of the chapel, submitting to Hermione's healing prowess, Theo closed his eyes.

- 'I can never love anyone who kills witches in cold blood. Ever.'

The brief spark of hope (or lust) in Ron's eyes died.

'So, let's end all this silliness now, Ron. Let us go.'

Ron glared at Blaise and Draco, who glared right back. Then she shook his head. 'I'm afraid it's too late, love.'

Lavender went straight back to feeling cold and sore. 'What do you mean?'

Ron jerked his head to the others in the chapel. 'They'll never let me out of here alive.'

She knew this was right. Maybe Draco, with Hermione's influence, could possibly be made to exchange Ron's death for a so-called life in Azkaban, and Harry and Ginny would more than likely agree.

But as for Blaise – she glanced at his stone-cold face and dead eyes. His wand arm hadn't wavered a millimetre from Ron's body.

Ron killed the love of his life.

He wanted vengeance. And she could tell he wasn't leaving until he got it.

Lavender sighed gently. 'You're right,' she said dully. 'What are we going to do now?'

His wand trained on Blaise, Ron looked at his former love for a long, long time. Once he was certain he'd memorised her lovely form, her face, her expressive eyes, golden curls – and voluptuous breasts – he said 'Don't worry, love. I have an idea.'

He looked down the chapel at the door, where Harry and Ginny were still fisticuffing.

'Harry!' he called. 'Take good care of my sister.'

Harry blinked, then 'Wait!' -

Before anyone could move, Ron turned his wand on himself –

'Avada kedavra!'

The words echoed around the chapel as Ron's body crumpled to the floor.

Even thought it wasn't a wedding day, it was still a time of emotion and exhaustion.

A tribe of Aurors descended upon the estate, whereupon they split into groups and either processed the sad scene at the chapel or interrogated the snot out of all of the witnesses.

A Healer was brought in to inspect Hermione's work on Theo's arm, and while he tried very hard to find something wrong (he was of the firm belief that students needed to be kept in their place) he ill-temperedly informed Theo that his arm would probably not fall off for want of decent care and attention, and showed himself to the Floo.

While Hermione poked her tongue out at the departing Healer, Theo stood up, yawned, and told his friends 'I don't know about you, but I've never wanted a bed more badly than I do right now. Please amuse yourself in any depraved method of your choosing, but keep me and Lavender out of it. Good night.'

'Uh-huh,' the remainder yawned. Bed sounded like a good idea to most of them.

Theo and Lavender's bedroom

After her interrogation (wrapped in a nice, warm blanket) Lavender went to their room's enormous en-suite and submerged herself in a gently-scented bath. It took a few changes of water (she was rather dirty), but finally she felt clean and warm once more.

Almost warm.

It would take a long time for her to not feel cold at the sight of her ex-boyfriend ending his life while standing right next to her.

Charitably, she tried to feel the same way about Pansy, but... it just wasn't happening.

When Theo entered their bedroom, he smiled at the sight of his almost-bride sitting among the bedcovers, poring over a set of floor plans.

He stripped off his clothes and showered the muck and dirt and blood away. Nude, he crossed the bedroom floor and climbed into bed, snuggling next to his love.

He kissed her cheek and played with one of her curls. 'Where did you get the floor plans?' he asked curiously.

'Wogan found them for me,' Lavender replied smugly. 'I'm sure these will help me get around the castle in no time!'

Theo took a peek and smiled.

'They're upside down, love,' he pointed out.

'Oh, bother!' Lavender wailed, then threw the plans onto her bedside table. 'I give up! Let's just renovate one of the estate's guest cottages and live there!'

Theo drew her body against his and ran his hand slowly down her flank. 'If you want.'

Lavender swivelled in his arms and stared at him. 'Are you taking the piss?'

He smiled. 'Nope. The most important thing to me is that you're happy. And if living in one of the estate cottages makes you happy, that's what we'll do.'

Tears of happiness filled her eyes. 'You'll make a lovely husband, one day,' she murmured.

He grimaced. 'I so wish that day was today.'

Lavender kissed his lips. 'It'll happen again, soon enough.'

Theo felt himself hardening – and so did she.

'Fancy a honeymoon?' he grinned.

'Is your arm okay?' she asked doubtfully.

'Yup. Hermione did an awesome job. But still, I probably shouldn't put too much weight on it at the moment.'

'I see,' Lavender said thoughtfully. She sat up again, and the bedsheets fell away to display her lovely curves. Theo's eyes darkened in desire.

'So, it's probably best that I straddle your hips while I ride your thick cock until our bodies break out in sweat, and you make me come over and over with your fingers on my clit and in my arse until you explode inside my tight, wet pussy?'

'Yeah, that,' Theo agreed hungrily, and helped her assume the position.

Harry and Ginny's bedroom

Ginny stiffly shed herself of her clothes and climbed into some boxers and a t-shirt before getting into the bed she shared with Harry. Instead of cuddling into him as she usually did on the rare occasions they spent the night together, she laid on her back and stared up at the canopy above her.

Harry did the same.

'Do you want me to come with you tomorrow?' he asked.

Ginny would be travelling with Ron's body back to The Burrow.

She was silent for a bit. 'It's really just supposed to be family,' she whispered.

Well. That kind of hurt, he admitted to himself.

It was clear she wasn't in the mood to talk, and for good reason, of course. Her brother was dead. Last year notwithstanding, they'd still grown up together, and being only a year apart, they were once close.

Harry didn't know what else to say, so he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. 'I'd do anything to help you,' he whispered, looking into her eyes.

She didn't reply, so he turned away and extinguished the light.

At some point in the night, Harry woke up to the sounds of crying.

Lighting a small Lumos, he turned to Ginny and found her curled up in a ball, her shoulders heaving.

'Ginny?' he whispered.

She raised her tear-stained face, and launched into his arms. 'Can you please still come with me?' she sobbed.

Stroking her back, Harry replied 'Of course I will.'

Her crying began to subside. 'I'm sorry I said you couldn't go before,' she gulped. 'But it's going to be so awful! Mum will be inconsolable, Dad will walk around with this blank look on his face, responding to nothing and no-one, and Charlie's going to feel so bloody guilty... I didn't want to subject you to this madness!'

Harry settled among the bedsheets, bringing Ginny with him. 'For better or worse, love,' he whispered, 'I'll always want to be with you.'

'R-really?' Ginny stuttered.

Harry extinguished the light. 'I promise,' he whispered.

They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Parvati and Neville's bedroom

'Whew! What a day.'

'I'll say.'

'Can you sleep?'

'No, I'm not really tired. How about you?'

'No. I feel... restless.'

'Oh! Have you seen the Orangery?'

'No! Sounds interesting.'

'There's lots of different types of fruit trees in a massive glass room. Sort of like a fruit tree jungle.'

'Sounds rather... exciting.'

'Neville... are you getting an erection over an orangery?'

'No! Uh, well, the jungle part of it does sound intriguing. Who knows what you could get up to in a jungle of fruit trees?'

'Such as... you bending me over and fucking me from behind while you recite out loud all the Latin names for the trees you find?'

'Ooh-er... that does sound... very...'

'Come on! Hop of out bed and I'll show you the way.'

Blaise's bedroom

Blaise received a lot of interrogating from the Aurors. For a while, it looked like he'd have to be brought in for further questioning over Pansy's death. But after a Floo-call with Gia's father, the Aurors decided that Blaise had acted appropriately in saving Draco's life, and since he never killed Mr Weasley, his constant claims to have done so, were he given the chance, were ignored.

Unlike the others, Blaise was not in bed.

He stood on the room's turreted balcony, watching the stars flitter and twinkle.

They looked alive; and he briefly smiled.

He'd picked one out and imagined it was Gia. He looked for her every night.

He liked to think she was watching over him.

He headed back inside and picked up his packed bag.

He left the castle without saying goodbye.

Draco and Hermione's bedroom

In Draco and Hermione's bedroom, the couple were... fighting.

'I told you, I don't want to bloody well talk about it!' Hermione snapped.

But Draco was determined. From tonight, they would start with a fresh slate. But as part of that, he was going to explain to Hermione about those photos, as he'd been trying to do all these weeks, even if it killed him.

Trouble was, fifty percent of the required conversatory parties didn't want to participate.

'But, darling, I want to make sure that you understand that I absolutely, in no way, cheated' –

'I'm not interested!' she snapped, shedding her clothes and stomping to the shower. Wrenching the water on, she glared at him with her hands on her hips. 'I already know it was Pansy and one of her psychotic plans to do Merlin knows what!'

Stepping into the shower, she slammed the glass door shut. 'So do me a favour and let it go!' she hollered over the hot water.

Peeved, Draco stripped off his clothes and wrenched the door open so he could climb in behind her. 'I'm not having this hang over us for the rest of our lives!' he snapped, grabbing her shampoo bottle and working some of it into her hair.

'And it won't, if you stop banging on about it!' she snapped back, taking the soap and working it into Draco's sore muscles.

He narrowly stopped himself from stamping his foot in vexation. 'Considering how you reacted the last time you thought I cheated' –

Hermione looked up from working her soapy hand around his erect cock, outraged. 'Draco Lucius Malfoy, don't you dare bring that up!'

'I almost lost you! I'd die before either one of us goes through that again!'

Sighing, Draco held her face gently in his hands, and when Hermione finally, reluctantly, looked into his eyes, she realised just how upset he was.

'It won't happen again,' she said gently. 'That's not to say you won't go off and do stupid things from time to time, but it doesn't matter, because I love you, and I trust you. Wholeheartedly.'

She let go of his cock and wove her hands through his hair, bringing his head down for her kiss.

And even while he smarted at her comment about him doing stupid things in the future, he relaxed and gave himself entirely to her.

Some time later

'Hermione, love? Your lips look blue.'

'Probably because the water is freezing.'

'Hmm. An astute point, my dear.'

'Shall we find a place that's warmer?'

'I know a great place.'

Clean and towelled dry, Draco carried Hermione to their bed and gently laid her down among the bedclothes. Climbing in afterwards, he made sure that every inch of their naked bodies joined together, so their body temperatures and bedclothes made quick work of ridding themselves of their chillin' feeling.

Hermione complimented him on his first aid knowledge by feeding his cock slowly, inch by inch, into her mouth.

Dear, sweet Morgana, that felt... oh, no – rather too good.

'Hermione,' Draco whispered a tad desperately,' I, um, haven't had sex in way too many weeks to contemplate, so I'm probably going to disgrace myself if you keep going.'

Surprised, Hermione looked up, his cock popping wetly out of her mouth. 'Really? Not even masturbating?'

'I didn't feel like it.'

Hermione raised an eyebrow, then cupped his tight, heavy balls.

Draco whimpered.

'Oh, you poor thing!' she replied, hopping off his body and lying next to him. 'Well, the best remedy for your discomfort, Mr Malfoy, would be to stimulate your organ in a hot, wet, tight environment until you feel the discomfort ease. Repeat as often as necessary.'

Draco rolled over and settled between her legs. 'Is this a tried and true remedy, Healer Granger?' he murmured between kisses.

'Absolutely,' she assured him. 'Proven many times over.'

'Well, it looks like I'll just have to take my medicine...'

And not before time. As Draco slid into Hermione's willing body, he only just barely prevented himself from spontaneous ejaculation.

'Don't go anywhere,' he muttered, slowly withdrawing, 'this isn't going to last long.'

'I'm not going anywhere without you,' Hermione promised – and tried not to laugh when he wailed in frustration and orgasmed a mere six strokes in.

Three months later

Back at Nott Estate

It was the second time around for Theo and Lavender's wedding – and as far as the house-elves thought, this one would go far better than the first attempt. They were fairly sure there wasn't any murder or mayhem planned (although who could tell? Witcheses and wizardses did have free will, after all), the weather was sparkling, and most important of all, the bonbons were all made and begging to be consumed hours ahead of time!

Wogan checked his livery waistcoat for loose threads and sighed happily. It was a good day, indeed, to be weddeds!

At the reception

Their bridesmaiding and groom(s)ing duties over, Hermione, Parvati and Ginny escaped the main table and sat with their boyfriends. The girls sighed at the lovely sight of Lavender and Theo, ridiculously happy newlyweds, slow-dancing in the middle of the ballroom floor to one of the Weird Sister's most hell-raising anthems. The boys nursed their beers and kept themselves amused by watching the house-elves nipping at the single-malt Firewhisky and getting completely trolleyed.

Draco looked around the table, and felt that all was right with the world. He was with Hermione again, who looked dazzling in her Grecian bridesmaid's dress. Neville was sitting with Parvati, who was feeding him a golf ball-sized bonbon, despite his laughing protests; and Potter was sitting with Red, who seemed to be having a lovely time, despite the shadows under her eyes.

But as for Blaise –

Well. He came to the wedding, stag, and performed his groom duties admirably. He said all the right things, smiled at all the right places, and danced with all of Lavender's crazy single relatives.

But Draco knew his friend had become darker since that awful day three months ago. He still grieved for Gia, and it would be a long, long time before the Blaise he knew returned.

If ever.

'So, your next internship is with Senor Rossi?' Draco asked him.

Blaise swallowed some beer and nodded. 'Yeah. It was nice of him to ask for me. He's at the front and centre of the legal world in Rome.'

Draco nodded. 'Will you be okay?' he asked carefully.

Blaise's black eyes met his. 'I thought they'd hate me,' he admitted. 'But they don't. Not at all.'

Maybe they were trying to replace their daughter with their almost-son-in-law? Draco wondered, but he kept his counsel and raised his beer. 'To new beginnings,' he said.

Blaise clinked Draco's bottle with his. 'New beginnings.'

'Ooh, that's a good toast!' Parvati cried, abandoning the bonbon and picking up her champagne glass. 'To new – and happy – beginnings!'

'Hear, hear!' the friends toasted.

Blaise looked at the canoodling couples and snorted. 'I think I'll open a book on which of you lot will be the next to get engaged.'

Draco merely smiled, and touched the ring box that was hiding in his pants pocket.

The End

Thank you for reading Treacherous Affairs Part Two. I hope you enjoyed it.

It's unlikely there will be any more stories in this series.

Please look out for my next Dramione story 'Cross My Heart,' which hopefully will begin in a few weeks.

Kind regards

NeverNik