A/N: Hello lovely readers! I wanted to break this up into two parts, but since part one has all the set up and part two all the smut, I'm posting both today!

This is my first real attempt at slash and features M/M/M/F with Draco/Hermione/Harry/Theo. This was a pairing requested by the lovely KeahiAst and upon seeing it, I had to write it.

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ONE

Hermione sighed and put a smile on her face, one that might have resembled a sneer no matter how hard she tried to remain civil. The bane of her existence was smirking back at her as he offered his arm for her to take. She had long ago made her peace with Draco, mostly due to Ginny and her soon to be husband being friends with the git, but he still got on her every nerve. No longer did he think her beneath him because of her blood status.

Now he was constantly just trying to get her beneath him.

She had almost fallen for his charms after they cleared the air between them, but after coming to the decision that it would have been a mistake, she kept her distance. They did nothing but squabble and no matter how much she continued to wonder what just one night with him would be like, she refused to let it happen. She was reminded of the fact it was a good decision each time she saw him with his flavor of the week.

"So…" he drawled as they took their place in line for the walk down the aisle. "Traditionally, Best Man and Maid of Honor hook up after the reception." His smirk widened as he winked. "Or during. I'm not picky."

Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted in disgust. "Keep dreaming, Malfoy. It's not happening."

"Oh, because you brought a date?" he teased.

"I did bring a date," she huffed, taking the bait.

"I thought there was nothing to the rumors of you and Potter?"

She sighed heavily and shook her head. "I still have no intention of being another notch on your bedpost."

"I'd rather have you make an indentation on the headboard," he murmured as he ducked his head closer to hers.

The music started then and one by one, the wedding party made their way down the aisle to the alter. "Why can't you just accept that we're friends and leave well enough alone?" she asked, keeping her voice low.

"Why can't you just admit that you want me?" he returned.

It was a fair question, one that she was saved from having to answer as they parted ways to take their places. She caught his gaze from his place behind Blaise and looked away as a blush stole across her skin. But Draco was quickly forgotten as Ginny made her entrance on Arthur's arm. Everything else faded away as she focused on her best friend finally tying the knot.

Even as she took Draco's arm again to retrace their steps after the newly forged Mister and Misses Zabini, she was still able to block out their earlier conversation. At least until they went to part ways and he invaded her personal space again.

"In case it wasn't clear, Granger, you'd be several notches on my bedpost," he whispered before giving her a wink and stepping away.

It didn't matter how much time she spent with Harry on or off the dance floor, how many drinks she consumed, or how George made her spit out her drinks from his jokes, she couldn't forget the way Draco's parting words had left her shivering with want. It didn't help that he was constantly watching her. Everywhere she went she felt his gaze upon her, burning into her skin. He had approached her a few times, but she always slipped away before they would speak.

But with each glass of champagne, she felt her resolve slipping. She knew it was only a matter of time before she gave in.

It was on her way out of the loo that she turned a corner too sharply and found herself almost losing her balance from colliding with someone in the hall. She clung to them as they clung to her and when she righted herself, she smiled sheepishly at her fellow classmate; one who happened to be a groomsman as well.

"Sorry," she said, slowly detaching herself from Theo.

"It's alright," he said with a grin, his hand still hovering at her waist as she stumbled on her feet again. "Maybe you should ease up on the liquor."

She smiled up at him, her cheeks warm. "I think that's a good idea," she said, her words followed immediately by a hiccup.

He reached for her arm and tucked it into hers, moving them towards the reception hall. "I'm surprised to see you brought Harry as your date," he said as they walked.

Hermione shrugged. "He and Ginny broke things off on good terms. They've always remained friends. Besides, I asked her and Zabini first and they were more than happy to have him in attendance."

"Sorry," he said. "I wasn't trying to be rude, I just-"

"It's alright," she assured him as they stepped back into the chaos that was the after party. This was the last Weasley wedding she would ever have to attend. After tonight, she wouldn't ever had to endure the sea of red hair that stretched before her. Her gaze landed on Harry, the one comforting face in the room and smiled. She was surprised when his brows furrowed at the sight of her and Theo together.

"I'm surprised he's not with Ron," her companion said. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen the Golden Trio together in quite some time."

Hermione's smile faltered for a moment and she shifted on her feet. "Yes, well, you know what they say," she started, clearing her throat. "Sometimes people grow apart." As she said that, her eyes found Ron in the crowd. His gaze drifted towards hers and she smiled sadly at the way he stared at her with indifference before looking away.

Theo patted her arm, the one that was still coiled around his. "I won't ask, but if you ever need an impartial ear, I've been told I'm a great listener."

"Thank you, Theo. That means a lot."

His gaze flickered past her shoulder for a moment and then he smiled wearily when he met hers again. "Something going on between you and Draco?"

Hermione brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "He has it in his head that I'm just another girl who will succumb to his charms for the night. He's especially determined tonight because I was Maid of Honor and he was Best Man."

Theo's lips twitched into a smile. "It's good to see him back to his old self."

"Is it?" she asked.

Theo let out a laugh that had Hermione looking at him as if she had never met him before. "He's not that bad once you get to know him."

"The problem with that is he only seems interested in knowing me a certain way." Her fingers tapped along her collarbone as an idea formed. "If there was a way I could make it clear to him that it's not happening for tonight, would you help me?"

His brow quirked as he caught on and he smiled while patting her arm again. "I'm flattered, but you're not really my type."

"Oh," she said, deflating a little, but then shrugging it off. "Okay, I can-"

He didn't let her pull away when she tried and took a deep breath. "No, Hermione, it's not that you're not attractive, it's that…" his voice trailed off as he swallowed hard. "Draco's more my type than you are."

"Oh," she said again. Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her and she smiled at him. "Oh!"

"It's not a secret, but it's not something I advertise either. Sorry if I-"

"Oh, Theo, it's perfectly fine. I have no problem with however you chose to express yourself." She grinned widely at him. "But even you can do better than Draco."

He laughed right along with her, their outburst attracting quite a bit of attention. When they stopped, she withdrew her arm from his in order to wipe a few stray tears from her eyes, hoping her makeup didn't smudge in the process. When they had calmed down, she noticed he was tracking someone behind her.

"You know," he said, his eyes slowly focusing on her again. "I think you were on to something."

"I was?"

He nodded, reaching up to cup her jaw with one hand. "I've never actually kissed a girl before." He leaned in a little and her breath caught in her throat. "I've been seeing someone and they're here tonight. Maybe seeing me kiss you will be the push they need to commit." He leaned in even more. "And it'll get Draco off your trail as well."

"How Slytherin of you," she teased in a whisper.

"Yes or no, Hermione?"

It was too good of an offer to pass up. She nodded and muttered, "Yes," under her breath.

No sooner had the word past her lips did his descend over hers. At first, their lips just pillowed together, but after a moment, he tugged her closer and nipped at her lips. She gasped and he took advantage of the moment to slide his tongue into her mouth to greet hers. She wound her arms around him and pressed up on her toes to deepen the kiss, fully surrendering to the way he made her feel. Her head was spinning as his hand cupped the back of her head, his body molding against hers.

Just as she felt the unmistakable twitch of his arousal against her hip, she felt a tap at her shoulder followed by someone clearing their throat. They pulled away from one another. Theo swallowed hard, but was staring at her with confusion and bewilderment as he slowly lowered his hand back to his sides.

She licked her lips, swallowing the taste of him and turned to see Harry staring at her with a hardness to his eyes she hadn't seen since their fallout with Ron. "Sorry to interrupt, but you're supposed to be my date," he said, his voice low. "And I'd like to go now."

Hermione cleared her throat and nodded. "Thanks, Theo. I'll see you around?" she asked as Harry grabbed her hand and started pulling away.

He nodded after her. "Yeah, see you."

As Harry tugged her across the room to the exit, she saw Draco one last time. He was staring at her with the same hardness in his gaze that she'd seen in Harry. He continued to stare after her as he finished the last of his drink. Just before she disappeared out the door, he gave her a small shrug and turned away.

"Harry, slow down!" she hissed, pulling her hand from his so she could pause to take off her heals. "I'm going to break a shoe or an ankle if you make me keep up that pace. What gives?" she asked.

"People were watching, Hermione, they-"

"People are always watching us," she interrupted. "They have since we were eleven. Why do you care about it now?"

He bristled, but said nothing. Instead, he took her shoes in one hand and laced their fingers together with the other. At a slower pace, they continued on until they reached the Apparition point and she gave a nod to let him know she was ready. Once they landed in the living room of Grimmauld, he dropped her shoes on the ground and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Harry, what-"

"Tonight was harder than I thought it would be, Mione," he muttered as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I need you."

She hesitated for a moment, but as his lips touched her skin, she found herself nodding and holding him back. This wasn't the first time they had come together for comfort. It was the reason Ron didn't talk to them anymore. Once he found out that his leaving during their hunt for Horcruxes had pushed them together more than once, he wanted nothing to do with either of them.

As they moved upstairs, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake, Hermione tried to think of what had him in such a state. Not that she minded; it had been far too long since she'd gotten laid and it kept her from taking up Draco on his offer, but it had been a long time since he'd come to her for this. She had even been under the impression that he had started seeing someone recently. In fact, she distinctly remembered him telling her about it in an offhand way that was typical of Harry.

As she curled up next to him in their haze of post-coital bliss, it hit her.

It wasn't seeing Ron that had set him off. The two had crossed each other's path more than once over the years and it had never made him lose it. She knew it wasn't seeing Ginny marry Blaise either. She hadn't lied when she told Theo they had ended on good terms. In fact, she recalled that Harry and told her it wasn't a matter of irreconcilable differences; it was that they shared one rather important similarity.

It was the fact that the person he was seeing had been there. As she realized the look Draco had given them was one of jealousy, she remembered comparing it to the look Harry had when he interrupted her and Theo. And she had dated plenty of guys over the years and none of them had made him jealous before. So she knew, without a doubt, that he was jealous, but it wasn't that she was kissing Theo, it was Theo was kissing her.

She put two and two together as she drifted off to sleep with Harry curled up behind her, his arm around her waist and head against her shoulder. As she took her last conscious breath for the night, she formulated a plan to make it up to him.

Hermione paced in front of the building she knew contained Malfoy's flat. While she was glad she didn't have to go to the Manor for this, she still didn't like the idea of asking him for a favor. She just had to remind herself, repeatedly, that she was here for Harry. She hoped that the idea of helping Theo, his best friend, would make him go easy on the ridicule she was sure to receive.

Finally sucking up the courage, she went inside and knocked on his door. She was met by nothing but silence, but she had it on good authority that he was home, so she knocked again. It wasn't until she knocked a third time that the door opened with such force she thought it was being ripped from its hinges.

His gaze softened when he realized it was her disturbing his peace, but he didn't invite her in right away. "I know I said we should hook up after, but it's been a week, Granger. That's a little long to keep someone waiting, don't you think?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not here for that."

"Shame," he replied, finally stepping back in invitation.

"Is that really all you want from me?" she asked as he shut the door behind her. Not that that was what she had come here to discuss, but she had to know.

His eyes widened at her question, clearly caught off guard. "It's clearly not what you want from me."

She closed her eyes at his non answer and sighed. Instead of carrying on a conversation she knew would go nowhere, she got right down to why she had actually come here. "Is Theo seeing anyone?" she asked.

His lips curved into a frown and he raked a hand through his hair. "You reject all of my advances and then come to me to ask me about my best friend's love life?" he questioned. "Cold, Granger. Heartless, even."

"Since we both know you don't have one, I'm sure you'll be just fine."

His lips twitched into a smirk as he gave a nonchalant shrug. "Well, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I think he's seeing someone."

She nodded and thought of how to proceed. Best friends or not, she wasn't sure if Theo told Malfoy his dating preferences. He had told her it wasn't a secret, so it would stand to reason he told Malfoy; she just had a hard time seeing him as the open type.

"He may have mentioned that to me, but I was more wondering how serious they were."

Malfoy studied her before answered. "He hasn't given me a name, but I know him well enough to get the impression he wants it to be serious. From what he tells me, it's the other bloke that won't make up his mind."

Hermione's eyes widened for a moment before she felt a flush creep up to her face. "So you do know."

He nodded. "He's my best friend," he said. "Did he tell you before or after you shoved your tongue down his throat?"

She narrowed her eyes at his insinuation and huffed. "For your information, the kiss was his idea."

"Really?" he questioned, a smirk on his lips. "Because from where I was standing, it looks like you tried and he turned you down first."

"Tell me, Malfoy, just how much time did you spend watching me that night?"

It was his turn to blush and she enjoyed the way his creamy skin dotted with pink. "If you know his orientation, why are you asking me if he's single? Was he not clear enough?" he asked, ignoring her question.

"He was clear," she replied, despite the fact that she had seen the curiosity in his gaze when Harry interrupted them. She cleared her throat and shifted her weight as she recalled the way his arousal had felt against her hip. "He said the person he was seeing was at the wedding and the kiss was supposed to get you off by back and make his guy jealous."

Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her for a moment and then sighed. "Well, it worked. For me at least," he admitted. "Granted, I think Potter's taking you away did the trick in the end."

"It worked for Theo's mystery man too," she said.

His eyes lit up and he took a half step forward. "If you know who Theo's seeing why are you…" His voice trailed off as he put the pieces together himself. "Oh."

She nodded softly. "Our best friends like each other quite a bit and I want to help them. Harry's been moping for the last week and he won't talk to me. He wants to be with Theo, he's just too stubborn to admit it."

"Theo's been a little more quiet than usual this week," Malfoy said. "What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could set them up on a blind date."

He snorted and shook his head. "They'll take one look at each other leave." He smirked as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "What about a double date?"

Hermione laughed at his suggestion. She had set herself up for that one. She just had to remind herself that this was for Harry. "That could work."

"I'll make the reservations for tomorrow night. I'll owl you the details."

"What do I tell Harry?"

"Tell him you have a date and that they told you they're bringing a friend last minute. That you don't want to feel awkward as a third wheel so he can do you a solid and distract the friend."

"Is that what you're telling Theo?"

"Something like that, yeah," he said, smirking widely. "He's proven a very good wingman over the years so I won't really have to say much. I might not even say anything and tell him he just needs to get out his funk by coming to dinner with me."

"Well, thank you," she said. "For being so agreeable."

"Hang on," he said, reaching out to wrap his fingers around her wrist when she turned to leave. "I'm not doing a favor for nothing."

"You're getting a date out of me, Malfoy."

"That's the cover story," he replied. "It won't be a real date. We both know you won't treat it that way."

She shrugged at that. She had intended to, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it might be out of her hands if it went poorly. "What do you want then?" she asked, hastily adding, "Within reason."

"A chance to take you out on a real date sometime."

She stared at him, waiting for more. When there wasn't, her eyes widened. "Oh. That's it?"

"What were you expecting?"

Her skin burned from the intensity of her blush. "Something pervy," she admitted, averting her gaze.

His grin was sinful enough to make her quiver from head to toe. "I guess we'll see how dinner goes," he said, winking at her.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying her best not to show how affected she was. "Right, well, I'll be waiting for your owl," she managed before leaving his flat without looking back at him.

True to his word, Malfoy had made the reservations and owled her before the night was over. Once she had all the information, she rehearsed what she would say to Harry and then waited for the opportunity. When one didn't really present itself, she just Apparated into Harry's living room. He didn't even look away from the television set as she flopped down next to him on the couch.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Whatever you already decided I'm doing, I imagine," he replied, his lips twitching into a smile.

She smiled at him and gave a nod. "We're going to dinner."

"Can't we just order in?" he asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the little box.

"I'm tired of staying in. I want to go out. Please?" When his lips parted to protest, she rushed on. "I already made reservations and so help me, if you make me cancel, I'll just call Malfoy."

He rolled his eyes and threw his arm around her, squeezing her shoulder. "Alright, alright, I'll go out with you. Merlin, Mione."

"Thank you, now go get dressed," she said, shoving at him until he got to his feet. "I'll be back in forty-five so we can hail a cab."

When he disappeared up the stairs, mumbling under his breath, she Apparated back to her flat and got herself ready as well. She had already researched the restaurant and found that it was a Muggle place and that it wasn't outlandishly upscale. It was a typical chain restaurant that would provide them a nice, public buffer. When she was ready, she went back to Harry's and escorted him outside to get a cab.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Malfoy had told her that he and Theo would already be inside by the time they arrived. And while she knew Harry wanted to see Theo, she was worried that something would go wrong and it would be a disaster. Regardless, she summoned her inner courage and led Harry inside. As the hostess led them to their table after giving the name, the one Malfoy had reserved the table under, she twined her fingers with Harry's so he couldn't run away and followed the hostess.

The moment her eyes landed on that familiar shock of white blonde hair, Harry stopped moving, pulling her to an abrupt start. "Hermione?"

"Come on," she said, tugging him the rest of the way. Both Theo and Malfoy got to their feet and she could see that Theo had the same shocked and betrayed expression on his face that Harry had.

"What is this?" Harry asked.

"A blind date."

"Just friends meeting for dinner."

Hermione exchanged a glance with Malfoy as they spoke at the same time.

"Well, now it's a party of three, excuse me," Harry said, yanking his hand from hers and disappearing back the way they had come.

She sighed and looked at Malfoy and then pleadingly at Theo. "Just, wait here," she said. "Please," she added and took off after Harry.

He was pacing off to the side of the entrance, his fingers tugging at his hair. He stopped when he saw her standing before him and narrowed his eyes at her. "I thought we were having dinner?"

"We are-"

"Just the two of us."

She took a deep breath and pointed towards the building they had both just vacated. "Tell me I'm wrong," she challenged. "Tell me the person you haven't been moping over the past week or so isn't sitting at a table inside. Tell me that I didn't go to Malfoy of all people to help you pull your head out of your ass and talk to the person you like."

His jaw clenched as he stroked his chin for a moment. "Did Theo say something to you at the wedding?"

"He didn't have to," she said, reaching for his hand. "Something set you off at the wedding and it took me a moment, but I finally figured it out. You were jealous that it was me kissing Theo and not yourself."

The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he looked back at the building. After a moment, he looked at her and pulled her to him. "You always were the smart one."

She laughed and then pushed him towards the door. "Will you go get your man now?"

"What if he doesn't-"

"He does," she interrupted, waving at him to go.

"Thank you, Hermione."

"That's what best friends are for," she said, smiling at him as he ducked inside.

She debated going after him, but decided that if they were going to work through their issues, they needed to be alone. And as Malfoy came to join her on the street, she knew she wasn't the only one with that idea. "Three is definitely a crowd," he said as he came to stand beside her.

She laughed. "Think they'll be okay?"

"They might get kicked out for being too hot and heavy, but they'll be fine," he said, offering her his arm. "Shall we?"

She glanced at his arm a moment before she took it and fell into step as they made their way down the street. "Where are we going?"

"Wherever we want," he replied.

"Is this our date?"

He shook his head. "More like a celebration of our successful attempt at matchmaking. Hungry?"

"Famished," she replied and followed his lead.

They had spent quite a few hours wandering around Muggle London. Malfoy surprised her with how normal of a person he was. She enjoyed this side of him and as he walked her home for the night, she decided that she was looking forward to their actual date; whenever that was. She even found herself wondering if he would have been this way if she had taken him up on his first offer, or if this was how he was with all the girls before he got what he wanted.

Either way, as they approached her flat and she found herself pressed between him and the exterior of the building at her back, her thoughts dissipated. Instead, all she could concentrate on was the way his body molded perfectly to hers. Of the way his lips tugged at hers and his tongue as it slid across the seam, begging for entry. His hand sank into her curls to angle her head back. Her lips parted and her tongue eagerly sought his as his hips ground against hers.

It was the door to the building opening that had them breaking apart, forcing them to move so that the other couple could take their leave. They grinned sheepishly at one another and Hermione wet her lips, enjoying the faint trace of him as she swallowed. "Do you want to come up?"

He groaned as he found his way back to her, pushing her up against the building again. "I do," he replied, his voice gruff. "Merlin I want that more than anything, but-"

"But?" she questioned, frowning up at him.

He smiled as his fingers found their way under her chin and tilted her head up so he could gently brush his lips over hers. "To be clear, I still want you as a notch on my bedpost. But," he said, rushing when her lips parted to interrupt. "After getting to know you a little more, I decided I want you to be the last notch."

He swallowed her retort with another kiss. One that was slow, sweet, and lit her on fire from the inside out. One that when he pulled away, left her at a loss for words.

"Goodnight, Granger."

A few weeks after not hearing anything from Malfoy since their kiss, Hermione had all but written him off. She had thought that with his last confession he would have owled her to collect his favor from her. But he hadn't. After a week of waiting, Hermione found it hard to give him the benefit of the doubt and pushed him to the back of her mind.

She distracted herself with work and taking the extra effort to make sure all of her free time was occupied with something. That was a feat in and of itself considering since Ginny was on a long honeymoon and her only other real friend was Harry. As he was currently occupied with his new boyfriend, Theo, finding things to do was tough. But she was nothing if not determined.

When Harry finally did come up for air, she teased him, but spent the night so she could hear all about how things were going between them. She had never seen him so happy and it warmed her heart to know she'd done the right thing. It was the following morning that he mentioned a certain blond prat's name and it caused her to overfill her teacup, causing the drink to splash over the counter and onto the floor.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked.

"Work's been busy. Sorry. What were you saying?" she asked as she flicked her wand to clean up the mess.

"I asked if you had plans for tonight."

She tried again with the tea and after getting it right, made her way to the table. "I don't."

"Good, then you're free for dinner," he said with a grin. "Theo's cooking. Well…" he grimaced as he amended himself. "Theo's House Elf is cooking. We wanted to thank the two of you."

"Malfoy's coming?" she asked, trying not to react as she dropped two sugar cubes into her cup and stirred before adding cream.

"Seeing as how he's Theo's best friend and you're mine, yes. Besides," he said, using his magic to bring breakfast to the table. "We realize we've been a little too caught up in one another to have really thanked the two of you."

She smiled around her cup and nodded as she drank. "What time?"

"I'll come to your flat at six to Apparate you over."

"That will give me plenty of time to knit something."

Harry roared with laughter. "His elf is already free, so don't even go there."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh right along with him before they tucked into their meal and carried on another round of pleasant conversation.

Instead of going home after breakfast, Hermione found herself on the street outside Malfoy's building again. This time, she squared her shoulders and marched up the stairs, knocking on his door before she lost her nerve. His eyes widened at the sight of her and he immediately stepped back to let her in.

"Did Theo invite you to dinner tonight?" she asked.

"Is that going to be a problem?" he returned.

She held his gaze and shrugged, her hands on her hips. "Why didn't you owl me?"

"You know you could have owled me too," he fired back, a smirk on his lips. "Don't tell me the great Hermione Granger believes it should be the man that always makes the first move."

She scoffed at him and moved her arms to cross them in front of her chest. "Of course not." Her lips pressed into a thin line as she realized she could have owled him too.

"I thought it was clear I was putting the ball in your court, but I guess I wasn't."

She swallowed hard and let the anger dissipate from her stance. "Sorry, I didn't… I'm not good at that sort of thing."

He laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck. "I made plenty of advances already, Granger. All of which you've shot down thus far. I thought by saying what I did, I would leave it up to you to make the next move."

"Can we try this again?"

He gripped his chin and scrunched his face as if to give it thought. "I don't know. This is starting to be an awful lot of work."

She rolled her eyes at the sarcasm in his voice and smiled when he started to smirk. "After dinner," she said. "Maybe we can grab a drink? Talk some more?" She took a step forward and looked up at him through her lashes. "Maybe not talk?"

He inclined his head, his eyes darkening. "The ball is in your court, Granger. It always was, really."

She smiled and stepped past him on the way to the door again. "See you tonight then," she said before taking her leave before she could change her mind.