Ilir Nota, good friend to both Harry and Draco, is trying to court Hermione. Maeve Nota, Ilir's sister is putting the moves on Draco. This is not how it's supposed to be. Shall we try to get it fixed? This is Dramione. One shot. EWE Rated M.

All things Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. The storyline is mine.

Humor/Fluff/Anxiety/Drama. Enjoy.

A/N: My next three one shots were all born of the same thought. I was writing and writing. I happened to look up and I'm like. What the heck? My one shot had veered off into 3 different directions. There will be similarities among the stories. I can't even blame music this time. It was all me. Characters you do not recognize are part of my very first story, Merlin Made Me Do It.

Friendly Interference

It was the Sunday meet up at Harry's house. Old and new friends were enjoying themselves as they had since 2003. Harry's house elf Nigel usually served dinner around 3:00. Most of the group started arriving around 1:00. Harry enjoyed his company.

There wasn't a specific number to be counted on every Sunday (well maybe one…Dudley). Sometimes Harry's house was filled with friends, other times it might just be Draco and Ilir (and Dudley). Neville had met a witch at the College of Herbs and Herbology and they sometimes showed up for dinner and a chat as well.

Dudley, Justin and Isaac held sway over the gigantic telly in the living room. Dudley and Justin tried to talk every wizard around to their way of thinking. Their way of thinking was muggle sports were the be all end all of a Sunday. Most of the wizards wouldn't even let themselves get drawn into the argument so Justin and Dudley usually ended up arguing between themselves.

They also had rousing conversations about their exploits at the newest Wizarding club in London, The Absolute Wizard. Although when Seana, Lucia or Hermione were around the wizards kept their voices down.

Seamus and Dean had set up a game of Wizards Chess almost as soon as they came through the floo.

Blaise stopped in for a few minutes camaraderie, but here were too many unsuspecting witches around wizarding and muggle London for Blaise to stay in one place too long.

/*/

This particular Sunday there had been three unexpected visitors. Ron, Ginny and Ron's current girlfriend (in London she would be labeled a slag) had come to Britain for a visit and ended up at Harry's house.

For the last several years Ron and Ginny had been living in California, USA. Ron had picked up all the mannerisms of a total Californian. Ginny, although she had been brash to begin with had affected California mannerisms as well. If these two had been hard to like before. They were even harder to like now. And that is where the trouble started.

Ron and Draco were having a heated discussion. Ron was drunk and beet red in the face. Draco was his normal, unflappable self. They were arguing about Hermione. Ron had made an unflattering and nasty comment which had sent Hermione running from the room in tears. It was Draco's demeanor which had Ron so upset. Draco was cool and calm while Ron was spitting drool. Ron Weasley hasn't been able to control himself in an argument ever.

Harry had tried to get in between them a few minutes earlier, but Ron had pushed his old mate aside. Harry would have hexed Ron, but Ilir and Seana had taken him aside to talk to him. They knew Draco could handle Ron with one hand tied behind his back.

Lucia had gone after Hermione. She came back into the room to tell everyone Hermione had apparated away. Harry was so pissed off it had taken both Seana and Ilir to hold him down.

Ron had just made another derogatory remark. This time about Seana. Ron didn't even know Seana. But he should have known Harry. The minute Ron remarked, "She's a piece of work taking Ginny's leftovers." Harry had drawn his wand but Ilir had been faster. Ron had found himself on the wrong end of a stinging jinx. Even so. Harry had become uncontrollable. Not Ilir. Not Seana. Not Theo. Not Draco. No one could hold him back. Harry screamed and ranted for Ron and his slag to get out of his house.

"Until you can hold your liquor and your mouth you aren't welcome here," Harry spit at Ron. Theo and Dudley escorted Ron and his girlfriend to the floo before Harry did something he would regret.

Ginny walked over to Harry but he was in no mood. "I'm not the boy I used to be. I will not stand by and let your oaf of a brother insult my friends then turn around and think an I'm sorry will fix everything. When he fucking sobers up, tell him this last time was his last time. He is not welcome here. If he needs to hear it out of my mouth, he knows where I work. Impress upon him I will not have Seana's name come out of his mouth in any shape or form. Have I made myself clear?"

Ginny tried to take Harry's arm, but he had shaken her off.

"All I want to do is apologize for Ron. He hasn't been himself lately."

No one said a thing. Ginny sadly wished everyone a good night and headed to the floo.

Seana dragged Harry upstairs to try to calm him down.

/*/

Meanwhile Draco had gone to find Hermione. She wasn't at home. At least she wasn't answering the door. Draco had gone back to Harry's. He was going to floo into Granger's flat hoping she wouldn't hex him to death.

Draco couldn't blame Hermione for being upset. Ron had put some of her most private and personal business out to a group of people Hermione had to interact with on almost a daily basis.

Draco hadn't stopped to think there might be someone better suited to find Granger to comfort her. Draco felt like he wanted to do it. He and Granger had been friends for a while. He figured he was just as good as anybody else at calming her down.

When Draco stepped out of Hermione's floo she was sitting on her couch all hunched over. He could see her back moving up and down. She was crying. Draco sat down next to her.

"Please go away."

"I'm not going away Granger. Sit up and look at me."

Hermione repeated herself. "Go away Malfoy. Can't you see I'm crying here?"

Draco laughed. "I can see very well. Thank you. I'm only here to make sure you're okay. So please sit up."

Hermione sat up.

Hermione glanced at Draco. "I'm so embarrassed."

Draco pushed Hermione's hair back off her face before replying. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I for one didn't think the prat had a dick. Personally, I gave you much more credit than that. What would ever possess you to put the Weasel's dick in your lovely mouth?"

Hermione started crying again.

Draco pulled Hermione in close to him. She started to explain, but Draco cut her off. "Granger. You don't owe anyone any explanation. What goes on between a consenting witch and wizard is their business. That is unless Weasley is one of the consenting pair. Then all bets are off because he's an arse."

Hermione laughed and laid her head on Draco's shoulder.

"Everyone heard him-" Hermione didn't finish her sentence because the floo had come to life and out stepped Harry and Ilir.

"Fine. The whole brigade is here," snapped Hermione.

"What in bloody hell would possess you to put that sack of shite's dick in your mouth," asked Harry seriously. "How come I never knew that? I have kissed that mouth Hermione. Are you trying to give your best friend Dragon Pox?"

Everybody laughed at Harry including Hermione.

The three wizards sat around trying to cheer up their friend. Finally Draco said. "Go wash your face. We'll go back to Harry's and eat up all his food. That's if Ilir has left any."

Hermione got up to go wash her face. While she was gone, Harry thanked Draco for coming to make sure Hermione was okay.

Softly Draco replied. "I was hoping she'd want to put my dick in her mouth. No such luck though."

Both Harry and Ilir had punched Draco on the arm calling him a git.

Ilir looked thoughtful. "Do you think Hermione would go out with me?"

Draco shuffled his feet nervously but had remained silent.

"I don't think you're her type brother." replied Harry just as thoughtfully. Anyway. Hermione has her eye on some git who is too self absorbed to realize it."

Draco had shuffled his feet again.

/*/

Hermione came out of the bathroom looking radiant. "Well boys time to go face the music."

Draco didn't say anything when Ilir grabbed Hermione's hand. He simply fell to the back of the line still wondering who the stupid git was Hermione had her eye on. He hoped it wasn't another Ron Weasley.

When they stepped out of the floo at Harry's house, almost everyone was standing around. They had all shouted. "Surprise. We've killed Ron Weasley for you."

Hermione laughed then hid her face on Ilir's shoulder.

Draco walked through to the living room to sit down. Then he got up. He went into the kitchen to get a water. He took two mouthfuls then dumped the rest. He stood with his back against the kitchen wall talking to himself. "Ilir is going to ask Granger out. How fucking nice for him."

The kitchen door opened. Hermione came through. "What are you doing out here all alone Draco?"

"I'm pondering life Granger. Just pondering life." He left Hermione standing in the kitchen looking puzzled.

Draco stayed for a bit longer before begging off. He told his friends he had some work to do.

Theo smirked. "I can guess what kind of work you're going to do. Does it involve a witch?"

Draco quickly glanced at Hermione in time to see a frown cross her face. Draco snarled at Theo. "Watch your fucking mouth Nott. When me fucking a witch has anything to do with you. I'll owl you." Then Draco had turned away briskly striding towards the floo.

Harry and Ilir looked at each other.

Theo looked around. "What the fuck just happened? I was only having a little joke. The truth is, if he would find a witch to shag he'd be better off. He's been fucking moping around like his last friend died"

Harry and Ilir looked at each other…..again.

Hermione went over to sit on the couch. Isaac sat down beside her. He must have come in while she was home basking in her humiliation. "There is a Runes conference coming up in a couple of weeks Hermione. Have you signed on?

"I haven't signed on Isaac. The conference is on Basic Runes. If it was Advanced Runes or higher, I would have signed on first thing." She and Isaac discussed Ancient Runes for about fifteen minutes before Isaac got up to use the facilities.

Ilir plunked himself down in the spot Isaac had just vacated. In a soft voice he joked with Hermione. "Don't look know Granger but something green is growing on the side of your mouth." Ilir had been speaking so softly Hermione had to lean into him to hear. She had slapped Ilir across the arm after he repeated what he'd said. Ilir made a big production of how much it hurt while Hermione rubbed his arm calling him a big baby.

Harry asked anyone if they'd like a muggle beer. Dudley, Justin and Isaac had yelled, "We do."

Seamus and Dean asked for fire whiskey.

Harry ignored their request. He brought them each a muggle beer. Both Seamus and Dean chanted in unison, "We don't drink no muggle beer."

Harry laughed as he held the beers out. "Well boys. I guess you'll go dry today."

Seamus and Dean quickly reached for the beers. However they had to get the last word in. "We'll take them, but we're not going to like them," smarted Seamus winking at Dean.

The floo bell rang. Hermione chortled at her friend. "Busy night. Huh Harry." Harry grinned.

Two minutes later Draco walked back into the room. He glanced at Ilir and Hermione sitting side by side, arm across arm and went straight through to the dining room where he found Theo, Seana and Lucia happily chatting. All three had looked up when Draco walked in. Theo didn't say a word.

Draco walked around to where Theo sat. "You've been my mate for a long time. There is no way I should have come off like that." Draco put out his hand which Theo immediately shook. The two mates had then clapped each other on the back.

Draco made a small bow to Seana and Lucia. "Please accept my apologies for being a git. I'm trying to keep up with Weasley." They had all laughed.

"I'm going to the kitchen. Can I get you anything?" asked Draco.

The ladies refused his offer.

Theo got up. "Let's go try one of those muggle beers that probably taste like piss." Putting on their best Slytherin smirks, they headed for the kitchen.

/*/

When Theo and Draco got back to the dining room, Kierra and Maeve Nota had joined Seana and Lucia.

Maeve Nota was a bold, little, golden haired, golden eyed Swede. She was Daegan Nota in female form. She was a beauty. Maeve had gone right over to Draco to chat him up. Draco thought she was funny and had laughed at her bold mouth.

Several seconds later Hermione stuck her head in the door. "I can hear you laughing from the living room Draco. What's so funny?"

"Draco was telling me a tale about his house elf," replied Maeve. "I'm trying to get him to take me to his house to show me."

Hermione went white. With her lips tighter than Minerva's on a bad day she remarked dryly. "Fancy that" before pulling her head from the door.

Draco noticed. Theo noticed. The witches were oblivious.

Theo came round to speak quietly to Draco. "If I didn't know better, I would think Granger just showed a spot of jealousy."

"Don't be a git Theo. Of course she didn't."

Theo raised his eyebrows, but went back to sit down.

/*/

The night went on from there. Soon enough it was time to call it over. Everybody wished everybody else well. Harry and Seana said their goodnights. Anyone who didn't live there flooed or Apparated to their respective homes.

The last to leave were Hermione, Draco, Ilir and Maeve. Kierra Nota had gone home a few minutes earlier.

Maeve was holding on to Draco still talking while Draco watched Hermione and Ilir. When Ilir kissed the back of Hermione's hand, Draco turned to the floo calling out his goodnights to those who were left.

Maeve was left standing there to wonder what had just happened.

Hermione looked up in time to catch the back of Draco.

/*/

The following weeks flew by. Hermione had been hearing rumors that Maeve had finally gotten Draco to show her his house elf.

Hermione's angst was growing. She didn't know what to do so she did nothing.

Draco had been hearing rumors Ilir was trying to court Hermione.

Draco's angst was growing. He didn't know what to do so he did nothing.

The first Saturday in August the group decided to meet at the new club, The Absolute Wizard. Maeve was latched onto Draco yet again. Hermione was uncomfortable from the moment she sat down. So much so. Seamus asked if she was feeling okay. Hermione told Seamus she was feeling fine.

Hermione looked up to see Malfoy watching her. She had quickly glanced in another direction wondering how Malfoy could breathe with Maeve almost in his lap.

Lucia didn't turn up. Neither did Ilir. Harry and Seana arrived smiling. Nobody had to wonder why they were late. They were both sporting the freshly shagged look which looked good on them.

It was drinking and talking all the way around. Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves. When Maeve kissed Draco on the cheek, Hermione stood up. "I'm going out to get some air."

Almost the entire table shouted. "Okay."

Hermione laughed.

Dean and Seana asked if she wanted one more before she went outside. Hermione shook her head glancing quickly in Draco's direction. "I've had enough actually."

/*/

TAW had a lovely patio which wrapped almost entirely around the building. Hermione found a spot around the side away from the entrance. She was sitting there thinking how mixed up she had been feeling. She felt as though something was holding her in place refusing to let her move forward. It felt as though she was missing something. Something she should know. Hermione hated it when something was out of order.

Hermione was starting to feel a little chilly. She was just about to get up when Malfoy came around the corner.

"Do you mind if I sit?"

Hermione gestured for him to sit.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Each lost in his or her own thoughts.

Malfoy broke the silence. "Where's Ilir tonight Granger?"

"I'm not his keeper Malfoy, Hermione retorted sharply. "Why would I know his whereabouts?"

"I never said you were his keeper," Draco growled. "I simply asked a civil question."

Hermione growled right back, "What do you think Ilir has to do with me?"

Malfoy all but shouted. "He's shagging you isn't he? You're shagging him aren't you?"

Tears came to Hermione's eyes as she turned to face Draco. "You piece of shite. You're shagging his sister yet you find the time to stick your nose in my life. Get over yourself."

"I'm not shagging anyone Granger. The witch I want is being courted by one of my mates." Draco started to walk away.

Hermione's breath had caught in her throat. What did he mean? "For once Malfoy. Please say what you mean."

"I've already spoken out of turn."

Hermione called out to him. "Malfoy." Draco stopped walking.

"Are you referring to me?" asked Hermione.

Draco came back to stand directly in front of her. "Yes Granger," he answered wearily. "I'm talking about you." Then he had gone back inside.

Hermione's head was spinning. If Malfoy wanted her, why hadn't he declared himself? Hermione forced herself to slow down and back up. She'd been having feelings for Malfoy for months. Why hadn't she said anything to him? Hermione's mind was moving like a speeding train. What should she do? Why did he think she was with Ilir? Why am I sitting here when the wizard I want has another witch hot to see his house elf?

Hermione got up and went back inside. "Hey there," greeted Harry. "We thought you had flown away."

In Hermione's absence Ilir had arrived. She looked around for Draco, but he was gone.

Hermione noticed Maeve giving her a very strange look. She didn't care what the witch thought. She was certain of one thing. Maeve Nota wouldn't be seeing any house elf if she could help it.

She heard someone saying, "Hello. Hello." Ilir had been trying to get her attention.

She smiled. "Hello Ilir. When did you get here?"

"I got here a little bit ago. It's like musical chairs. Just as I got to the table Draco was leaving."

Theo started choking. Dean got up to pound Theo on the back.

"Are you alright Theo?" asked Ilir.

"Outside of strangling myself to death. I'm fine" replied Theo in a choked voice.

All the wizards laughed at Theo. All the witches were concerned.

Never one to mince words when stressed. Hermione asked Ilir. "Are you courting me?"

This time both Harry and Theo started choking.

Seana got up to pound Harry on the back. Dean did his duty for Theo once again.

Ilir grinned. "Do you want me to court you Hermione?"

"No, Ilir. I do not want you to court me," answered Hermione firmly.

Grinning even more broadly Ilir replied with a smirk. "Then I guess I'm not courting you."

Half of the table was looking around in confusion. Harry, Theo, Ilir and Seana were looking amused. Maeve was pouting. Hermione picked up her purse and her robes. She had looked around the table and bid everyone goodnight.

/*/

Hermione flooed to her flat where she changed into a muggle sundress. She touched up her makeup and brushed her hair. She stopped the brush in mid air. She'd had an epiphany.

Hermione is a brilliant witch who didn't let much get past her. But on this important thing she had slipped. Something had gotten past her. And it was time to set it right.

Hermione finished brushing her hair. She was ready to face her dragon. Throwing a bit of floo powder into the fireplace she called out. "Draco's flat.

/*/

She was standing in front of Draco's fireplace arguing with herself.

"I really do have some nerve.

Maybe Draco is with a witch.

No. He hasn't had time to find a witch.

He is Draco Malfoy. He could probably get a witch in less than five minutes.

Why would he do that? He left a perfectly good witch sitting at the pub."

All these things were going through Hermione's head as she looked up to find Draco standing there in nothing but some silk, navy blue boxers.

Ooh, thought Hermione. Something just happened. Her knickers were suddenly wet. They were want to shag wet.

Hermione had finally cottoned on. As she had stood in front of her mirror applying her makeup and brushing her hair. She had finally cottoned on.

"Granger? What are you doing here? What are you up to?"

"I'm up to no good Malfoy."

"Let me get some clothes on." Draco remarked suddenly realizing he was standing very nearly naked in front of Granger.

"Why?" asked Hermione. "I'm just going to pull them off you."

Draco was really confused. "Excuse me."

"We could go back and forth like this all night. We won't though because I want to shag you. I want you to shag me. Then I want to declare my intentions. Then I want to shag you again. After that. If you're good, maybe I'll let you get some sleep."

Draco was thinking, Granger has lost her mind.

Hermione plopped herself down on Draco's couch. She asked for some tea.

Draco was still dumbfounded, but he brought her tea.

Patting the space beside her, Hermione asked Draco to sit down. "I have a story I need to tell you. And you'll probably want to be sitting."

Between sips of tea Hermione related what she thought to be the story of Friendly Interference.

When she finished her story, Draco laid his head back against the sofa. "They did all of that to bring us together?" He asked.

Hermione nodded. "If it hadn't worked this well, I would be ready to hex them all. Although I believe the plot was hatched by Mr. Nota and Mr. Potter. I believe Mr. Nott had a hand in it as well. We will be speaking to those three."

Draco pushed a piece of hair out of Hermione's face then kissed her softly on her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him grabbing his mouth with hers. Draco then put both hands in Hermione's hair pulling her into a sensuous kiss. When they broke apart, Draco leaned in to whisper in Hermione's ear. "Tell me again what you're going to do to me. Start at the part where you pull my clothes off…

The Beginning…..