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For three years, Hermione stayed in a stable, decent relationship.
Because it was familiar?
Yes.
Safe?
Absolutely!
But never satisfying.
Never satisfying.
Sure, Ron knew what he was doing for the most part and what they didn’t know they learned together. Explored what they liked and disliked. Learned what they should and shouldn’t do. That was the issue you see, the sex started to get boring. So boring in fact it almost felt scripted.
It was always at night, they’d both already be naked:
- He’d turn over to her and she’d turn over to him.
- They’d kiss for 2 minutes exactly (She’d counted.)
- He’d shove her head down and she’d blow him for roughly 30 seconds.
- He’d pull her off of him (because he’d cum too fast otherwise).
- Then he’d flip her over to her side
- He’d fuck her from said side for 3 minutes (give or take).
- He’d cum.
- She wouldn’t.
- He’d kiss her neck a few times and tell her she was amazing.
- And then they’d go to sleep.
She called it the 10 step process. It sounds horrid right? You could understand why, in her free time she may want to indulge in something more… spontaneous.
It was just past 4 in the morning and Hermione had been up for well over 20 hours at this point. She was exhausted and laden with brain fog. She hardly knew what she’d been searching for until stumbling upon it, or rather, him.
What drew her to that video in particular, she couldn’t say. From the thumbnail all that could be seen was his muscular torso scarred with beautiful lightning strike patterns. A constellation tattoo traveled from his foot to his upper thigh and a black and red shimmering dragon that spread across his upper back. But if we’re placing bets, the deciding factor had to be his cock and the piercing that was placed just atop the head. The only issue was the bastard cropped all his videos with his face just out of frame.
It was a solo scene of just him sitting on a plush, black satin, bedspread propped up on some pillows. White walls and a few modern art paintings behind him was all the decor he needed. He was, of course, the center of attention.
He took a long shaky breath before holding his large dick in his equally large hand, giving it a slow drag up and down.
“I've been thinking about all the ways I could have you, little one,” he gave a breathy sigh, “and how good you’d feel pressed against my cock.”
Hermione felt herself getting wetter with every promise of what he’d do to her. She brought her hand over her now damp knickers and rubbed to help ease the tension building between her legs.
“You’re so wet. Is that all for me and my voice?” He hummed, giving his dick a few more long drawn out strokes, paying special attention to the two piercing balls at the tip.
“Do you like it, my love? It’s called a Reverse Prince Albert, and I’ve heard it feels amazing when it hits-” he hissed and jerked his hips hitting a sensitive area, “certain places.” He gave a small chuckle.
Hermione swore she saw stars when she heard that deep rumble. It was so sweet and real that she almost forgot she had been rubbing her fingers absentmindedly through her folds. Almost.
“Go ahead, work a finger or two into your tight little cunt and imagine I’m there, helping you get ready to take my cock.”
Hermione did just that, slowly inserting two fingers into her waiting cunt. “Fuck-” She moaned and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
He stroked his cock a few more times gradually working up to a consistent pace. His breathing was coming in ragged exhales and moans.
She set a rhythm with her fingers to keep up with his strokes. It felt so good. she was losing herself in his hypnosis.
“God-” He turned his head to the side or at least what Hermione could see of it and clenched his jaw, “Are you ready to take all of me, little one?” He said through gritted teeth.
“Yes-” she found herself saying involuntarily.
“Good girl; get on my lap,” he brought his hand up to the tip of his gorgeous cock.
Hermione lined up three fingers to her entrance and slowly worked them in, enjoying the stretch and burn that came with it. She was a whimpering mess, biting down hard on her bottom lip enough to make her taste blood. She loved it.
“Yes just… like that, fuck you’re so tight,” slowly sliding his hand down the shaft squeezing until he bottomed out.
Hermione released her lip and let out a loud moan, “Fuck yes,” while curling her fingers up trying to reach the perfect spot that would make her see stars.
He started moving his hand faster, building up a steady pace, while his breathing got more and more ragged. He brought a hand up to his mouth and did what Hermione could only describe as the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed. He balled his hand into a fist and bit down on the second knuckle of his index finger in an attempt to not cum too quickly.
Even only being able to see him from the jawline down, she could tell he was struggling not to cum fast. She could only imagine what he was thinking about.
“I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, releasing his finger, much to her dismay.
“Cum for me please-” she held onto her pillow behind her through her orgasm. Her phone, long forgotten on the bed, she only heard his gorgeous voice.
“Fuck! Oh my god, yes! Cum all over my cock-,” And with that, he gave a loud moan and came into his hand.
You may be able to guess how she spent the rest of her night, fully intending to fuck herself to sleep. She’d, in reality, only gotten about three hours total. The culprit: some bloke going by the name Quinn Dragon.
She was borderline obsessed with the idea of this man and all the things that she’d let him do to her. Hermione had decided Quinn could, no, would ruin her and she’d love every fucking minute of it.
Ron hadn’t come in from his night out with the boys yet, so she had plenty of time to do her purely academic research on this man to be later shown to her boyfriend in the hopes of putting some of it into action.
It’s not as though she were a 5th year boy happening upon his first uncensored moving picture of tits. There was just something in the way Quinn took care of every woman he was with. Even in particularly rough scenes. He held them as if they were the most precious, dark artifact to have been stumbled upon, and she’d wanted that. She’d wanted that so badly it hurt. She craved excitement at the hands of a headless man who’s real name was completely unknown.
Hermione presented the videos to Ron after he came in the next morning, claiming to have spent the night at Harry’s. She figured he may find them intriguing and be willing to try something new. Instead, he insisted that the mere fact that she’d watched porn without his consent felt like she had cheated on him. Hermione assured him it was purely research based material and that she’d been looking because she felt like their love life needed a bit more, well, love .
Unsurprisingly, he took great offense to this and the couple decided it would be best if they split as they obviously were not happy. It didn’t help that in the process of packing her bag that night Hermione noticed a message pop up on Ron’s phone that read:
From Enid:
I missed you today… I fucked myself to the thought of your hands. Last night was amazing…
Which cemented her beliefs that she had made the correct choice in walking out without saying another word on the matter. This is what triggered hurtle number two: staying with her parents.
After The Order won, Hermione managed to reverse the memory charm she’d cast on them enabling them to return home. However, she’d severed their trust in her by using magic on them without their consent. To say the relationship was strained would be an understatement. Her father mainly kept to himself, always having been a shy man. Now, it served as a way to counterbalance her mothers incessant nagging about her wellbeing and happiness.
Men always think it’s so sweet when a woman says she lives with her mum because usually boys and their mothers have a very different relationship to girls and their mothers. Hermione would come down the stairs and her mother would look her up and down and tell her that it looks like she gained weight since being with them, which forced Hermione to rethink her outfit of choice before leaving.
She loved her mum and dad dearly, but neither were easy to be around for longer than 48 hours now that she was in her mid twenties. She would have rather extracted her own molar than stay there any longer than necessary.
Hermione lasted all of 3 weeks with her parents. However, after her mother burst into her room mid Quinn Dragon session asking if Hermione would prefer to wash her own lacy underwear or if she should just throw another load in the wash with it, she was busting down Pansy and Daphne's door begging them to let her sleep on their couch.
Both pureblood witches had been disowned by their families after the war by revolting against pureblood traditions, choosing to love who they pleased and getting jobs at the Ministry of Magic. Both had managed to land internships within the Department of Mysteries. Through association, they became friends with Harry and Ron in the Auror’s Office. Then, by default, with Hermione while she worked in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, specifically, the Beasts Division.
It took several months and a few nights out to get them all together and to be amicable, but eventually they had hit it off!
It gradually evolved into monthly girls nights with Ginny, Luna and Cho, where they’d all get a little wine drunk and spill far too much dirt about their other friends from Hogwarts and where they ended up.
Pansy always complained, saying something like, “Ugh, I’m going to need a few shots and several vials of Draught of Peace to l deal with Weaslette tonight,” but by the end of it they were laughing and poking fun at each other.
So when Hermione showed up on Pansy and Daphne's doorstep they ushered her in offering her a liquorice root blend of tea that they knew calmed hermione down. However, after she’d explained what had happened, a shot of tequila and a nasty howler addressed to his office was suggested by Pansy. She’d stayed with them for 4 months while on the hunt for a new place to live.
Meeting after meeting going absolutely nowhere, each one objectively worse than the next. She put ads out in the quibbler to Luna's suggestion, put out an ad on spareroom.wiz, and she even asked around the office, but everyone she met just never seemed to live up to her standards!
Was it so hard to find a working professional, who is well mannered, clean, and quiet, around her age? It didn’t seem like a long list but yet when asked simple questions like:
- What do you do if you spill a drink? A) clean it up B) wait for me to clean it up by stepping in it
- If you open a box of cereal do you push the bag down/fold it to keep it from going stale?
- Would you ever leave your dirty clothes on the bathroom floor?
- How bad on a scale from 1-10 would it be if you set a coffee mug down on my signed limited edition of Go Down, Moses.
People start getting all weird and telling her she was being too picky. Hardly! She just wanted to make sure they were on the same page about the level of upkeep that was expected in their shared spaces.
She’d met Pansy at a café early one morning after a particularly difficult meeting with a potential roommate.
“So he asked you if you’d ever consider sleeping with him if he paid the rent all himself?” Her amused grin peaking over her mug.
“As his opening statement!”
“At least he’s straight forward.” She took a sip of her latte and set it back down on the table. “I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious.”
“Oh yes! It’ll be really funny when 5 years from now I’m still sleeping in your living room on an air mattress!” She lowered her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “What am I going to do, Pans?”
The bell of the café door chimed. Pansy looked beyond Hermione and immediately perked up
“Draco, oh my god is that you? How’ve you been?!” She squealed, jumping up to hug him.
Hermione looked up to notice the very tall man with a fit body. She guessed this by the way his button up stretched across his chest and arms, and by the way his trousers held onto his thighs. Sharp jawline and striking blonde hair ever present, time did Draco Malfoy so very well.
He gave her a half smirk when he realized she was eyeing him up. She turned her attention quickly back to the coffee in front of her.
“Pansy! I’m good, I’m good, how’re you? How’s Daphne?”
“Oh you know, we’re doing our best.”
“Yeah, it’s definitely challenging. I'm so glad you guys have each other.”
This sounded nothing like the full of himself prat that used to bully the hell out of her in school. He seemed mature and thoughtful, she stifled a laugh.
“Granger? Is that you?” He turned his gaze towards the brunette who was unsucessfully trying to blend in with the chairs.
“Malfoy! Oh my god it’s been ages!” She reluctantly stood up and gave him an awkward side hug.
“Regrettably so,”
“Why are you in Bristol, I thought you’d be in Palm Springs positively swimming in babes by now,” Pansy said with a nudge to his ribs
He shook his head and gave a hard exhale through his nose. “Palm Springs is swimming in 60 year old retired dads that have nothing better to do than golf, but great try.”
“All I’m hearing is rich old men. Hermione, I've solved your problems! Now, how can we get you to Palm Springs?” Pansy said with a quick raise of her brows and a finger to her lips.
“No, absolutely not.” Hermione cringed at the thought.
“You and Weasley aren’t together anymore?” Draco clued in.
“No, no tragic story really, Hermione here is looking for a roommate,” Pansy bit her lip to stop her smirk from forming “say… you still live alone, she could tell you all about her tragic homeless backstory over dinner!”
“Pansy I’m not homeless. That is incredibly awful of you-” Draco cut her off before she could rip a strip off of The conniving witch. She accidentally or possibly by reflex shot him daggers.
“I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.” He grinned genuinely and it made her wonder where the ignorant twit went who used to call her names and mock her hair.
“Great, she’ll see you at six at Crying Wolf,” They paid their goodbyes one last time before she collected her things and dragged Hermione out into the street.