WARNING: This story is filled with dirty sexual content, criticism for capitalism and feminism. If you don't want to read any of this or if this may offend you. You have been duly warned, and you still have the right to click the back button.

Also, JK Rowling owns Harry Potter's magical world. This story is a fan's homage to her creation.

June 2019: This chapter has been edited.

Chapter 1

Tinder and Fire

"My profile's complete, what's next Blaise?" Draco asked as he stared confusedly at the glass device in his hand. Blaise's idea of a present was this gold and black muggle magic mirror he called an iPhone. Blaise has shown him some essential functions, including a camera! But most importantly, a feature called Tinder.

"Mate, you will now see a picture of a woman who is nearby and looking for a hookup. If you like her, swipe right. If not, swipe left and if she's fit - swipe up which is called a super like. What are you doing?! She was sexy!"

Draco shrugged as his finger swiped left on a slender redhead. "Reminds me too much of the Weasleys."

After 10 minutes of Blaise and him discussing the virtues of each woman and swiping left, right and centre. Draco could see the novelty of this Muggle invention. It was only last week when after a few pints, he confessed to Blaise how hard it was to meet new witches who don't already have a preconceived notion about him. It made dating almost impossible, and Draco is ready to move on from the war. He has kept a hermit-like existence for nearly two years after the war and then slowly involved himself in the family businesses. Now that he has felt like he's a proven confident businessman at the age of 27. He's ready for someone special to share his life with.

In the past few weeks, he has received polite or even blatant rejections from various witches. It was disheartening to see that opinions haven't changed much. The idea to start dating muggles have opened up a pool of potential for him. While swiping, he saw the profile for "Jean", a civil servant, attractive, and she had a bright smile. He swipes right, and instantly, the screen changed. They matched!

"Good one Draco. Now you should message her."

"About what?" He was exhilarated but confused about what to do.

"Don't say hi or hello. It's boring, and you won't stand out."

"Ok, Casanova. What do you write? Talk about your dick?" He replied sarcastically.

Blaise was astounded. "Fuck no! Girls don't like dick pics anymore so you got to do it more subtly."

Draco raised his eyebrow. "Dick pic?"

"Yes, a picture of your dick. It's easier to take a picture with that phone you're holding than with a more traditional camera. But the point is if you want to start dating a muggle is - don't send them a picture of your dick!"

Draco was stunned at the ingenious way Muggles can express their sexuality, even without magic.

"Ok! No pictures of my glorious dick. What can I say?"

"Ask her about something."

"Fine. I'll send this." He crafts a message and allows Blaise to read it over his shoulder.

"Nice one! You can take her up the Shard after drinks." Draco hits send as he snorted at his friend's innuendo. This new form of dating certainly will bring something interesting to his life indeed!

In a large open office which she shares with over 50 witches and wizards at the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hermione was working on a draft bill which was top secret and ambitious. Through the racket of scratching quills, the rustling of paper planes and murmurs of conversation, Hermione heard a distinct ping emitting from her handbag.

"You know McColl doesn't like it when we use phones at work Hermione." Said the homely looking witch Mrs Zaha Khan who sat opposite her desk.

"I know. I must have forgotten to turn it on silent." Hermione apologetically rummaged through her bag to grasp her phone to turn it to silent mode. But not before she saw two notifications. One was a tinder match and the other a message.

"Hey. Ever been to the Shard?"

She grinned excitedly and put her phone away until her next break.

Mrs Khan peered at her over her gold rim glasses, her lips thinned which made her round chin even more pronounced.

"Good news I suppose."

"Yes, a friend."

Mrs Khan sniffed and continued with her work. Hermione looked down at the draft bill she was writing. It was ambitious and hopefully will improve the millions of Magical Creatures. She'll have to put the message to the back of her mind while she focuses on what's in front of her.

That same evening after work, Ginny popped over for weekly wine and gossip. Bitch and sip as she called it. Hermione explained the message she received on Tinder by a guy named "Orion". Ginny excitedly asked to see his profile.

"Oh Hermione! You must reply! He is rather dashing!"

Ginny didn't hesitate to press the reply button and started typing.

"Ginny! You're more eager than I am about this." Hermione poured out two glasses of Riesling from the bottle.

"It's because I'm with Harry already. If I weren't so happy, I'd be mingling with all these single men. But now I have to live through you vicariously."

It was a few weeks ago when Hermione reluctantly allowed Ginny to open a Tinder account on her phone.

It's not like she's sad about being single. Especially when she realised that it was better to be single than being incompatible with Ron. He didn't take it so well at the time, but it's all water under the bridge now. Nevertheless, she found that Tinder brought some anonymity. No reputation as a brilliant war heroine and nobody intimidated by her mind or assume they know her just because they've read Witches Weekly.

"What are you writing Ginny? You can't send anything without my approval."

"Only a short, sweet message.' No, are you suggesting to take me up the Shard? Winking face.'"Ginny replied mischievously.

Hermione gasped at her friend's forthrightness. "You're making me sound like an absolute slut! You audacious flirt!"

Ginny could only chuckle in response. "He's responded almost instantly." She passed the phone back to Hermione, who was grateful for her friend can't send any dirtier messages to strangers.

"How about this Friday evening?" It read.

"Sounds good."

"7 pm. London Bridge Station, Tooley Street exit."

"See you then!"She wrote back.

He sent a smiley face, and Hermione's heart fluttered slightly at the prospect.

In the meantime, Ginny keenly waited for her attention to discuss the new date lined up. Hermione took a long sip out of her wine glass, bracing herself for an evening of interrogation.

Friday evening turned out to be warm,; the summer sun was still high in the sky as Hermione stood at the exit of the busy Underground station. She charmed her hair into a strawberry blonde pixie cut and added a mild disillusionment charm to herself where if you were to concentrate on looking at her, your eyes would blur, or feel compelled to look away or be confused.

She liked transforming herself into "Jean", her alter ego for dates. She wore a sleeveless black jumpsuit with a deep neckline and heeled wedges that were classy for the place she's about to go but also was still comfortable to wear all day at the office. She wore her favourite pair of Celtic knot gold earrings and a thin gold charm bracelet gifted to her by Harry, Ginny and Ron. There are charms to represent each of them. Glasses for Harry, a broom for Ginny, a chess piece for Ron and a book for Hermione. It's a sentimental piece of jewellery.

"Jean?" She whipped around and faced a tall man with short light brown hair with a side streak of silver blonde hair. Her heart skipped a beat as she studied his striking grey eyes under his tortoiseshell glasses. There was something familiar with him, but she wasn't sure why.

"Hi. You must be Orion. Nice to meet you." She offered her hand for a handshake. He took it and bent down to kiss it gently. It was unexpected which could explain the tingle she felt running down her spine.

"Shall we head to the Shard?" She nodded, and they walked intimately together to the imposing building of glass, which at times could look like it penetrated the sky from the ground.

"So how long have you lived in London?" He asked, breaking the ice. Hermione noticed his breath was fresh and he smelt of expensive smooth cologne with bergamot undertones.

"I've been here for about 8 years. How about yourself?"

"Only three years or so. I grew up in Wiltshire. Your profile says you're a civil servant. That's a rather broad job description."

"Says the man who describes himself as a businessman. What does that mean these days?" She quipped. He peered down at her from those tortoiseshell glasses and smirked. That smirk made her stomach flip, was it sexy or was it like deja vu?

"It means I'm a board member of several companies, mostly pharmaceuticals and trading of materials. What kind of civil service do you perform?"

"I work for the government in the department of agriculture." She replied smoothly as if it's not the first time she's had this kind of muggle small talk before.

"Oh, so do you spend a lot of time in the fields of cows and sheep?"

She chuckled, "I do fieldwork, but it's not always about cows and sheep." If only he knew what kind of animals she had actually encountered - dragons, gnomes, elves and whatnot.

Draco's initial impression of Jean was that she was an attractive woman with her own understated and chic sense of style. He noticed she had a great posture as they arrived at the entrance of the Shard. Her spine was a graceful arch that led to a pert arse which he admired in her attire. Something that would have been hidden behind robes if she was a witch. Which Draco was relieved to remind himself - she wasn't. He led her straight to the elevator and pressed the button for the 53rd floor. "Tell me, Jean, are you afraid of heights?"

"If I said yes, it's kind of too late now." She retorted. He chuckled at her comeback, she has a sense of humour too.

"Well, if it worries you, we don't have to sit too close to the windows."

"It's fine, I just prefer not to be leaning over a window or looking down. And I'll be the last person to try sky-diving."

"Oh, that's too bad. I was thinking about jumping off the top of this building with you." He joked.

Jean raised a perfect eyebrow at his surprising comment. "You base-jump?"

Draco couldn't help but smirk at his attractive date next to him. "I guess, sometimes it feels like I'm floating, suspended in the air." If only she knew of his love for broomsticks and Quidditch.

"Do you mind if I ask where you go for skydiving?" Her chocolate eyes twinkled with curiosity. Draco couldn't help but felt like they look familiar, but whenever he looked at her, he can't help but seem compelled to avert his gaze. Sometimes his eyes moved to the tantalising peak of her cleavage or the creamy arch of her neck. Perhaps it's his nerves or lust.

"I skydived a lot in Wiltshire around my home, sometimes around the country - like Scotland."

"Oh, I love Scotland. I spent a few years living there for school." Draco couldn't help but almost comment. What a coincidence! Before he could respond, the elevator opened to a splendid bar with plush grey carpets and brown plush seating. The place was bathed with the amber glow of a setting sun.

"Good evening. Welcome to Gong. Do you have a reservation?"

Draco walked up to the hostess. "I have a reservation under the name of Orion." The hostess led them through the bar, giving Jean a full view of London during a summer sunset. As they rounded a corner, the plush grey carpet gave way to sweeping marble, and an infinity pool proudly placed right next to the window. Lilies and candles floated in the pool and lanterns were placed around it.

"Please seat yourselves anywhere you desire. Your waiter will be over shortly to take your drinks order." Then the hostess left them standing in the sky pool room. Draco shifted his weight nervously as his date awed at their surroundings. They slid onto a white leather chaise lounge next to the pool, and a waiter came in to take their order.

Draco didn't hesitate with ordering.

"A bottle of the Bollinger Grande Annee, please. Are you feeling hungry?" Jean nodded her head, and Draco noticed the light naturally fell on the Cupid's bow of her lips.

"Can we also get the sashimi platter, prawn rolls, and caviar." The waiter nodded and promptly left them alone in the sumptuous bar. Draco observed that Jean looked tense and her lips were drawn into a thin line. Had he made her feel uncomfortable?

"I'm sorry Orion, but is this how you usually plan a first date?" She asked.

"Actually this is the first time in a long time I've taken out a lady on a first date. So excuse me if I'm not sure what's normal." His chest puffed up a bit in self-defence.

"Well usually, I've been to more informal places, so you've really gone all out with this one." She waved her hands around the room, her bracelet glistened in the candlelight. "This is all rather ostentatious for an average person." He understood her implication, it's not normal unless you were very wealthy.

"But I do appreciate the view, I've thought about coming up here for ages. It's nice to finally come and see for myself." She smiled at him which led him to feel his heart beat a little faster. He tried to calm himself down, this is only a first date. Draco got the feeling that although Jean talks honestly, she wasn't inconsiderate to others' feelings. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"So tell me, why did you choose to be a civil servant and why in the department of agriculture?"

He noticed how Jean straightened up, her collarbone more pronounced and alluring. "As a contributing citizen, it's part of my duty and the government's duty to protect the welfare and economic health of animals. I believe the government's role in protecting the vulnerable and holding individuals - as well as organisations - morally accountable."

Oh no. A socialist. An attractive socialist, his sub-conscious pointed out. However, his mouth started speaking before he could hold his tongue.

"I must say I disagree. As a species, we have allowed our society to thrive through the survival & preservation of the fittest. People shouldn't rely on bureaucratic governments to solve every one of their problems. They should be contributing to getting jobs to self-sustain themselves and work within organisations to set ethical standards. To self-regulate and innovate."

Oh crap. This date might end sooner than Draco had hoped. Jean, for a moment, looked infuriated, but her expression changed to one of determination before she responded to him. "Well, it's ok for you to say. However, many people aren't fortunate to live with such wealth. Organisations like yours are there to look after the pockets of corporate fat cats."

He was dismayed and feeling defensive of being accused by someone who barely knows him.

"Are you calling me a corporate fat cat? I'll have you know that my companies donate significant sums to various charities and we have rigid corporate social responsibility policies in place to ensure that my companies are working to be more ethical and socially responsible. Ever since I have taken the helm of my companies, I'm doing my damn hardest to lead the way on social enterprise and even turning around the bad reputations of some of them, which is no small feat." True, his family has profited a lot over generations of trading in all sorts of wizarding goods - legal and not so legal. But it has been Draco's mission since the war to rebuild his family name.

"Well if you line your pockets through the suffering of the masses & regardless of whether you give money to charities to reduce your guilt - then yes you would be a corporate fat cat."

Draco felt she hit a bit too close to the bone. The relieving of guilt and regrets from the war is never far from his mind. He stared at Jean and realised that her mouth wasn't just perfectly formed but could also dismantle his career for precisely what it was. How could she, when she has only just met him? He suddenly wanted to change the subject and not sour the rest of their evening.

"I find that a bit insulting that you would call me fat."

She giggled at his self-deprecating joke. This was most unlike any first date, he liked that she didn't hold back on her opinions but was up for a good debate. Very mentally stimulating.

"Well, a toast to all the unfortunate corporate and obese cats who meet your scorn." He proposed with his glass.

Jean lifted her glass and drank. And drank they did. In fact, it wasn't just a bottle of champagne but two bottles. By then "Jean" and "Orion" have discussed almost everything from their passion for the gore of Euripides' Greek tragedies to their pets and much more.

The bar became louder as the night went on, so Draco thought as he scooted closer to hear Jean's dulcet voice. She smelt incredibly tantalising - spiced like cardamom and vanilla. A delectable date indeed.

A waiter came to refill their glasses with what's left in the bottle. "Sir, would you like some more champagne?" Hermione blinked and realised she was somewhat lightheaded from all the champagne. Or was it from the fantastic time she spent with Orion? She felt that regardless of the immense pull she felt to him, they were different people. Perhaps they won't work out in the long term but why deny herself some fun - just for tonight.

"I think I've had more than enough for this evening, but I wouldn't mind if we continued our conversation elsewhere." She suggested, hopeful he would take the hint.

"I live nearby if you want to continue the evening at my place? But if you don't want to, we can find somewhere else to go." He offered her a choice, very gentlemanly.

Hermione felt brave and placed her hand on one of his big warm hands.

"Your place sounds great." Her core stirred as she sealed her fate for the night.

Orion didn't hesitate with getting the bill and payed for the entire evening. She couldn't help but noticed as he fetched their jackets that his shirt and suit trousers were well-cut to compliment his lean build. Did he exercise regularly? And imagined his arms straining as he lifted weights. She had to blink twice to stop her very distracting thoughts.

His place was a converted dock warehouse with a view of the Thames and the bar they were in earlier. Hermione noticed his place was furnished with mostly a mix of antiques and modern classics in dark woods and jewel tone colours like emerald green and sumptuous sapphire.

"Can I offer something to drink? Spirits? Water?" He asked as he turned around from his Art Deco mini bar.

She placed her purse down on the coffee table and strode up to Orion. His grey eyes turned darker as she brushed his arms and leant in to drop a soft kiss on his lips.

Draco leant back, a little surprised by her forthrightness. He could feel his nervousness bubbling up in his stomach.

"Um... " He wanted to mentally kick himself, for hesitating like a schoolboy. He just met this woman only a few hours ago!

Jean gave him a burning look with her chocolate eyes. "We're both adults here, and I'm consenting to whatever we are going to do. Are you up for it?" Draco's cock twitched. Muggles were definitely more forward indeed! Especially the one in front of him.

His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled Jean in for a smouldering kiss. She tasted of the champagne, cardamom and something sweet. Her hands came up and dug into his hair. Massaging his neck and scalp. Oh Merlin! What other things can she do with her fingers?!

In the back of his mind, he thought of the thrill this was. He's kissing a muggle! A smart, beautiful muggle who didn't know his past. Her moans are making his cock harder by the second and the weirdest part was he didn't mind not one bit. Draco shuffled them to his bedroom as they manically touched and tore clothes off each other. Draco picked her up by the waist and threw her onto his large bed. She yelped in a cute surprise and looked hungrily at him while still wearing her black lacy bra and a black thong.

He stood there and took in what a vision Jean was in his bed. He took off his steamed-up glasses slowly so that he can see her better. His eyes drank her in from those sweeping collarbones, her plump lips, the curve of her hips and the apex of his desires. Slowly his thumbs dug into his fitted boxers and released himself out of them. From the small gasp, Jean let pass her lips, he knew she found him desirable. He wanted her to want him as much as he did for her.

The saucy vixen in his bed twisted over until she was on all fours and reaching for him. Her slender fingers grasped around his cock firmly which if not for his will power may have allowed his knees to buckle. Draco laced his fingers through her fluffy strawberry blonde hair, while she leaned in and swallowed his cock in her warm mouth. At that moment, all he could do was groan as he watched this woman hungrily devour him like dessert, his eyes wandered down her arched spine and over her peachy arse.

He wanted to fuck her intensely and the way she sucked and licked him will make him explode soon. He pulls himself out of her sweet mouth and holds her shoulders.

"Lie back." He growls.

He dropped to his knees so he can kiss her again. Trailing kisses across her cheek, her ear, and graceful neck. Jean sighs to his kisses as his thumb flickers over her sensitive nipples over her lacy bra.

There's no doubt that Draco had lost himself into their kisses and embrace. So absorbed in the searing heat between them he wasn't conscious that they had both found themselves comfortably on his bed.

Her collarbone which had been asking for his attention all evening were lavished with fluttering kisses that had the woman shivering in his arms.

"I need to take off my bra." She whimpered. His hand swept around her and flicked it off in one go. With his teeth, he grazed down her chest and tugged the bra off with his teeth.

Her nipples harden even more in the cool air. He marvels how her breasts are firm and topped with dark pink perfect nipples. The flat of his tongue lapped at the curvature of her breasts. The cooing sounds she emitted was melodic to his ears. His hand held her hips tightly as she tried to grind her wet heat against his cock. He fully intended to torture her slowly with pleasure until she's begging for him.

Finally, he put a nipple in his mouth and sucked, nibbled it. The whimpering became shrieks of wanton desire. Slowly he pulled her thong down as his lips trailed after it. Until his tongue could fully lick her wet core, already hot and wanting for him. He tasted her with reckless abandon; sucking and licking. Her thighs squeezed his shoulders until it hurt as Jean squealed with delight. His fingers could feel her squeeze and tighten as she's about to orgasm. He curled his fingers and with a cry of a banshee, Jean shuddered over the brink of sanity. Slowly her orgasm faded and he flipped them over as Jean shifted her legs to straddle him.

"Do whatever you want with me." He growled. His cock was purple with need. She grasped his cock again and guided him into her. The woman was a vision, a powerful goddess claiming his cock as a sacrifice. Slowly taking every inch of him into her tight channel. He hissed as she rose up and sank back down harshly as he hit the back of her pussy.

Gradually they built a steady rhythm, which synchopated to his beating heart. There was nothing more Draco could do than grip her hips like his life depended on it, her pert tits bounced over his face and Draco tried to meet each thrust until he could feel her spasm over the edge.

"Oh! I think I'm going to come again." Jean cried in a breathy moan. Her lips were panted with effort and pleasure.

"Then come. Come all over my cock." He pleaded, he wasn't sure how much longer he can withstand it. His hands reached up to a nipple and pinched and tugged it hard. She screamed as he felt her walls clutched his cock with a death grip of her orgasm. Draco fell back into the all encompassing orgasm. The intensity of which had him involuntarily convulse in rippling tingles that crashed into his intermittently like waves on a shore.

Draco wrapped his arm around Jean as she collapsed on top of him, the two of them breathless, clammy and exhausted. Eventually they shifted until she was cradled into his body. Each closing their eyes for a few seconds to rest.

It was dark when Hermione woke up feeling far too warm and dizzy. She brushed her long frizzy hair out of her face and felt the full contact of her bare skin against someone else. Wait… why was she naked with another person in bed?

She opened her eyes and through the streetlight from the window, she saw an unfamiliar room. Twisting herself around and admired the chiselled face of the man she spent most of her evening with. Orion was his name, and Merlin was he handsome. He rolled over which gave her another opportunity to marvel at his lean body. Memories of the evening started to replay in her mind, the conversations, the pleasure, her short hair. Short hair?

Hermione's hand went up to her manic long tresses; panic kicked in as she realised her charms have worn off.

She quietly slipped out of bed and crawled out of the bedroom. Her hands grabbed items of clothing along the way to the living room where she could fetch her wand from her handbag. Casted a silencing spell around her and accio'd the rest of her clothes. As she managed to awkwardly cover her naked self with her jumpsuit, even forgoing her underwear or zipping it up at the back, she walked straight out of the front door. Once she had given the corridor a quick scan for any people, Hermione apparated to her own flat. This was possibly the fastest she has ever left a man's bed. Or any bed for that record.

Back in her own flat, she dumped her shoes, clothes and handbag on the sofa, stripped and crawled into her cold unoccupied bed. She knew she should sleep. But adrenaline still coursed through her from her quick escape and she can't help but reminisce about her evening with Orion. When his fingers or lips touched her skin, it was like… magic. She shook her head at such a silly notion, maybe she's actually still drunk. She accio'd a hangover potion and a bottle of water to put on her bedside table. She'll need both in a few hours.

Thank you for reading this. I had to repost it again because I had formatting issues. It's been a while since I've written something for the internet to read.

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