A/N: I thought of this while watching Friends. Post-Hogwarts, Post-War. Hermione and Lavender share a flat.
DIsclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter.
Summary: Hermione is sex-driven.
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Hermione was sitting on the couch with Ginny when Lavender apparated.
"Morning!" She was all rays and sunshine and looked a little flushed. She threw off her cloak and onto the coat hanger before falling on to an armchair next to them.
"And a good morning to you I see." Hermione turned off the tv and rose up from her seat to let in a tan owl that appeared on the balcony.
"Yes, you look thoroughly shagged." Ginny quirked an eyebrow at the blonde-counterpart. It wasn't unusual for Lavender to return home in the mornings. She was rather known to be promiscuous.
"Did you spend the night?" Lavender asked.
"Of course! Fred and George are spending the weekend at the Burrow and I am not going to tempt them to do anything to me while I'm sleeping. It doesn't matter how many wards or locking mechanisms I put up! Mum seems to let things slide more when it comes to those two."
Ginny learned her lesson the first time they came to visit for the weekend. Lavender was woken up in the middle of the night by Ginny shoving her over in her bed. It was quite the story the next morning when GInny told her how she apparated into Hermione's room that night and saw her and Draco in a very compromising position. Hermione wouldn't come out of her room that morning. In her stead, Draco came out to fetch her breakfast. Of course, he wouldn't be devastatingly embarrassed.
"So, how was your night with Dean?"
"MMM..Wonderful. I really do like him, you know. He's taking me out again tonight."
By this time, Hermione jumped back onto the couch, handing Ginny the letter that was delivered by the owl.
"That's good to hear Lavender, I was wondering when you'd find someone that you will actually see again."
Hermione ducked a pillow that came zooming towards her head.
"Hey! Not every guy out there is like Draco. From the way Ginny tells it, he's practically a stunt man doing tricks and---"
While Lavender was busy talking, she didn't notice Ginny sending a silencio in her direction.
"Lavender, that was our secret!"
Hermione, mean while, was resembling the color of a cherry.
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"Ooo.. that's pretty"
"Does it come in red?"
"Or green?"
It was a typical Saturday night at Harry Potter's home. No one really knew how it happened, but gradually every Saturday night became Boy's Night. It started off as a small get together to gamble a little but everyone started to bring someone else who was intersted in playing. So it became a group of old Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuff and Slytherins.
SO much for inter-house relations during Hogwarts.
The boy's usually got together there and played cards or went out to the pubs. The significant other's of these boys in question, started to tag along. The girls occupied the kitchen while the guys were in Harry's Game Room (which he proudly named himself) set with a poker table, a pool table, a ping-pong table, a bar, and a few couches.
The girls entertained themselves by making drinks (muggle and wizard) gossiping and sharing magazines and catalogs. They were currently looking at a Victoria's Secret catalog (which the males secretly appreciated).
Hermione was at the counter stirring her margarita mixture while talking to Lavender. Their backs were to the rest of the girls who were currently fawning over the new fall collection.
"How are you and Dean?"
"We're great. I can't believe it's been three weeks!" Lavender smiled brightly at her and she couldn't help but smile back to her friend.
"He is amazing. We didn't leave the bedroom until we had to come here."
Hermione wasn't shocked by this information. Lavender did love to share.
"Well, would you guys like to accompany Draco and I to a movie tomorrow in muggle London? I believe a couple of others will be joining us as well."
"Sorry, we can't. We already have plans."
"Oh, what are you guys doing?"
"What we did all day today."
Lavender smiled cheekily at her and went to join Pansy and Ginny's conversation.
Hermione mulled over her and Lavender's converstion and couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
She realized that she was stirring for quite a long time and decided that the mixture was finished. She placed the pitcher of margarita down in the middle of the table.
Just when she was about to pour some into her glass, Harry's head popped into the kitchen.
"Girls, get your cloaks, we're all going to the pub tonight."
Harry disappered again but Hermione looked at the girls pointedly and then to the pitcher.
"Well, we might as well," Pansy paused and turned to Hermione, "what was that muggle term again? Oh right, we might as well pre-game."
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She practically mauled him when she got to him. She was a little buzzed from the margarita especially when the girls decided that the best solution was to drink it in one go. He was talking to Ron and Blaise about the Quittach World Cup tickets when she almost tackled him.
Ron grimaced at the pair and turned his back on them to continue talking with Blaise.
"Granger, what the bloody---"
"Let's go back to my flat for a quickie."
Hermione rubbed her thumbs across his colerbone (which drove him crazy). She knew she had him working.
He looked down at her curiously, but nonetheless, obliged.
They both apparated out of there and as soon as they both arrived in Hermione's flat, she slammed Draco into the wall. He quickly reversed their positions and hoisted Hermione up while she wrapped her legs around him.
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By the third time, Draco had to question the sudden sex-drive of his girlfriend of a year and a half.
But he decided against it.
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It was Sunday morning and Hermione couldn't remember how she and Draco made it back into her bedroom the night before.
Oh yes, that's right.
After the fifth time, Draco had to carry her into the bedroom because her legs were numb. They then spent the rest of the night going at it again and again and again.
It was a little after ten o'clock and she could hear Draco in the shower. She rolled over onto her back and almost groaned from the soreness.
She stretched a little and got up. She almost suffocated entering the bathroom. She didn't understand how Draco could breathe when he took his showers. The water must be almost scalding hot. She hurriedly but thoroughly brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth.
She looked at Draco through the glass and decided that she needed a shower also.
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It wasn't until forty-five minutes later when they both emerged from the bathroom with a thick cloud of steam following them out.
After drying and changing they went into the kitchen to eat brunch.
When they were finished, Draco got up to get his cloak and wand.
"Im going back to the Manor to change, I'll be back in a little while."
And with a CRACK Draco apparated.
And with another CRACK Hermione followed.
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They spent the rest of the day in Draco's bed.
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A/N: Hey! I just wanted to let you all know that this was supposed to be a drabble/ one-shot and I didn't realize that it was going to be longer than I thought. So, it will be a two-part piece.
SO PLEASE REVIEW!!!