Hermione was the brightest witch he knew. But she couldn't guide them to a smooth landing. Weeks after her breakup with Ron, she dated Draco. A month after dating Draco and Hermione was single once again.
There wasn't the high anymore. The kind she got when she'd sneak into his hotel after a long argument with Ron. Draco felt like he always had to keep her light on. When he knew he wasn't the one who put it out.
She hadn't been completely faithful to Draco in it all. Not even a week into their relationship she slept over at her old apartment. With Ron still inside of it. They cuddled and cried. No sex.
Perhaps she pushed Draco into monogamy when she needed him to demand that they took it slow.
"Do you regret it a little?" Luna asked.
They sat at a park and smoked a joint together. It was the kind that Dumbledore and Lupin used to sneak away. It didn't make you feel happy. Just cleared the thoughts a bit. If anything it helped get the tears out.
"Which part?" Hermione replied.
"I don't think you regret ending things with Ron." Luna said.
"No. Not in the slightest." Hermione said.
"Do you regret having a relationship with Draco while you were with Ron?" Luna asked.
Hermione contemplated for a moment.
"Maybe that's the problem, Luna. I don't know if the affair with Draco was passion. Or just my mind experiencing euphoria when realizing that my relationship with Ron wasn't connected to some one true love in life parable." Hermione said.
She told Luna she was going home. But she stopped at Draco's. He let her in.
"I'm not sure what you think this is." Draco said.
She hugged him. He hugged her back.
"I take responsibility for this, Draco." Hermione said.
"For what?" Draco said.
"What I needed was to be away from Ron. I used you to do that. But I don't know who I am right now. And I wanted you to be with me because I was afraid that if I didn't ask you to wait you'd move on." Hermione said.
"Ah." Draco said.
"Ah?" Hermione said.
"You've been smoking Wizard Weed." Draco said.
"Yes. But are you listening?" Hermione asked.
He went into his study and took out a box.
"Smoked this stuff after Hogwarts. Had to give it up. But every now and then I almost crave it." Draco said.
"I just want to have a conversation. About us. I want to absolve you from taking the blame." Hermione said.
"You're afraid of me being hurt when your worry is that I'll move on to better things?" Draco said.
He found a pre-rolled joint for just the proper occasion.
"Don't lie. You were hurt." Hermione said.
He lit the joint and nodded.
"I don't know if I wasted time. Or if you're wasting time." Draco said.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked.
"You're going to find yourself at my door again. Maybe in a few months. Maybe in a year. You'll have had a few shags. A few drunken nights with the girls to discuss how lost you are. But you'll be at my door after you do enough nerdy snooping research to make sure I'm at a good place to take you back." Draco said.
"This isn't a joke or a game I'm playing with you." Hermione said.
"I've lived in this city long enough to know that this is how one of the games work. Take your time. I'll have my fun shagging muggles and witches and debating which is more fun." Draco said.
"This isn't the reaction I wanted. I'm not even sure I like it." Hermione said.
"You came from the land of long term relationships." Draco said. "I came from the land of 'sleep with the married woman that you work with'."
She sat down. Had she projected herself onto Draco? He hadn't dated a woman for longer than a year. Pansy. And even then they had their share of breaks. The thought of him being alone. The thought of him feeling empty during meaningless sex. Were those just the fears she had for herself? That she thought he'd share because … she wanted him to connect with her on a more profound level.
"So forgive me for not forgiving you, Hermione. You have nothing to be sorry for. I didn't feel like a natural at the relationship game either." Draco said.
"I think Dumbledore's favorite strand of wizard weed makes you think a bit more clearer than I do." Hermione said.
"Speaking openly, Granger. It usually just makes me horny." Draco said.
"I'm sure you've got your shag list lined up after all of this drama." Hermione said.
He reached an arm around her and placed two soft lips onto her forehead. Her hands rolled over his smooth, well built torso. She was allowing this to happen. And she didn't mind.
He handed her his joint. She inhaled. Coughing a tiny bit.
She didn't say anything. She simply held his hand and guided him back to his bedroom. She placed her thumbs into her favorite pair of yoga pants and pushed them - along with her panties - down to the ground.
Draco simply eyed her body. This was what "old times" felt like.
"You're right." Hermione said. "This weed does make you horny."
She pulled his pants down and admired the cock pointing happily and steady towards her face. He pushed her down so that they could be face-to-face. Bodies pressed together. She removed her shirt so he could see he revealing sports bra. He unbuttoned his shirt.
She moved her hands to her lips. Nearly kicking herself for begging for a kiss. But as he came forward she took her tongue and entered his mouth. And he repaid the favor. Boyishly he slid down his boxers and she giggled at the feel of his pre-cum being painted onto her inner thigh.
She kissed the top of his forehead. Wanting what some other girl would have gotten if she didn't make this visit. It wasn't her usual tactic but she quickly reached and pulled Draco on top of her. As his cock nestled in her light patch of pubic hair he nodded and received the message.
Like he always did. Giving her gentle kisses on the neck. He slid between her legs until he found his paradise of moisture and warmth. His breathing became heavy. Like a long distance runner getting ready to sprint. He stayed slow enjoying the feel of her tightness. She kissed him as she always did. Not backing away until she was fully in.
She only pulled back to see his face. In all of the years she had known him he had never looked happier or more content than being buried deeply into his former arch-rival.
Her fingers lightly clawed his back. And before long their hips began to work together.
Before she walked into his door. She had contemplated fucking Draco to show herself that there wasn't love there. That it was just really good sex. At least for a woman that had only two partners before 20.
He didn't last much longer than her. The beautiful sound and smell of sex in the room was enough for her to reach a second orgasm as he gripped onto her ass to send his pearly white seed deeper than any man have ever attempted to get to.
It never felt like he was Draco the Sex God. Or Draco the Horny Dragon. It felt like he was always "Draco Who Had Unfinished Business With Hermione Granger" when they got together. But maybe that's what made him so good?
Maybe it was Dumbledore's Favorite Wizard Weed. But as her legs began to tremble as he helped her reach her first orgasm. She wondered if it could be love. And that Draco was the one to discover what was with her on that journey.