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I'd like to apologize that this chapter is so short but this is all I have for right now, hopefully I can get the whole story out of my head soon.
This chapter has some mild explicit content and some drug use. Please no negative feedback about the drug use, Thank you. This story has been rated M
Chapter 3
Draco was annoyed, Hermione had him clean up their whole meal the muggle way and smiled sweetly at him the whole time while he cursed her under his breath. When that job was done he followed her downstairs to the living room to await further muggle instruction. Hermione handed him some long object with a lot of buttons and weird symbols. "This is a television remote, it controls the television." She gestured to the big black rectangle they were both facing. She turned on the button and Draco had to hide his surprise when the images came to life right in front of them. "So its like a pensieve?" he wondered. "Not quite, TV shows can be live or prerecorded but they can be very entertaining. This is one of the main ways the muggles get their news." Hermione showed him how to work the remote and even let him pick what they were going to watch. Draco was fascinated by what he was seeing on the TV; he flipped through all of the 'channels' while Hermione pointed out what type of show was on. All of a sudden Hermione said "Stop, hold on keep this on!" He was perplexed as to why until he saw a character that looked eerily similar to himself as a younger boy. "I've heard about this show, this is Game of Thrones. That boy Joffrey is the most hated character in all of TV." She laughed. "He looks like you!" Draco could feel a blush creep up into his cheeks. "He does not!" Draco might as well have stamped his foot the way he was pouting like a child, although he had to admit he kind of liked the sound of Hermione's laugh.
They watched the show for a few more minutes before Hermione stood up and started walking over to the kitchenette. "I don't know about you, but I could use a glass of wine. You do like wine don't you?" "White if you have it." Hermione grabbed a bottle of pinot and started combing the drawers for a bottle opener. All of a sudden Hermione exclaimed, "Oh my god!" Draco whipped his head around concerned to see Hermione holding up a bag and shaking her head muttering "She would hide this." Draco was immensely curious as to what she was holding and she brought the bag over to him. "What is it?" Hermione let him touch it while she explained. "It's marijuana. It's a drug." Draco was confused, "What does it do?" "Well it is illegal in the states to use it but apparently a ton of people do it anyway like my cousin. It's a plant in its original form and the buds from the plant, when ingested make people high. It's sort of difficult to explain because it has slightly different affects on people but over all it's mostly the same. When smoked people seem to become more," She seemed to be having trouble searching for the right word. "Giggly." "So why is it illegal?" Hermione gave a little chuckle, "Take that up with the United States government." Draco was extremely curious now. "Have you ever tried it?" "When I was a bit younger, about two years ago on summer holiday. That was the last time I was here actually, my one cousin she's about my age, had me try it." "Did you like it?" Hermione gave him a small little chuckle, "Actually I did, and it's like the same as drinking too much wine for me, a little woozy, a little giggly. I don't really see the harm in it." Draco was taken aback. Who knew that Hermione little miss perfect Granger would be into illegal things. "So let's try it." He suggested. Hermione walked back over to the kitchenette and searched all the cabinets and drawers this time. "I think we are going to have to wait until tomorrow on that," she explained. "To smoke it properly you need either special paper to wrap it in, then you smoke it like a cigarette or they make all sorts of contraptions called bowls that you can smoke it out of. We can go tomorrow to get either one. I say for now we just settle on the wine."
The once full bottle of wine was about one glass away from being empty. The two had settled in watching the Game of Thrones marathon and discussing at length what they each thought should happen in the show. "That girl! Right there the pretty blonde with the dragons, she should be queen, and I could be her king." Draco declared or rather slurred. "Hermione just laughed at him. "Well at least she would be a fair and decent queen," she agreed, "though that blonde hair is just too much." She looked over at Draco waiting for her words to sink in. "What's wrong with blonde?" he pouted. Hermione had to be very drunk because when he made that little pouty face; she actually thought he looked handsome. She couldn't stop staring at him when she thought he wasn't looking. Draco had never in a million years imagined that Hermione could be so relaxed and fun. She looked so carefree as she sipped on her third glass of wine and so at ease with herself as she playfully swatted him when he said a smart-ass comment about the show. He wondered why he had never really taken the time to see her like this before until he remembered his father and pureblood status and how much of a prat he was to her growing up. But they were adults now, they were both seventeen and had each seen enough horror caused by the dark lord to age them even more. She was mature and insanely smart and beautiful. "Beautiful?" he could hardly believe he let himself even think that but in his mind he knew it was true. If she had been a pureblood he would have pursued her a long time ago, but blood status shouldn't matter now. His mother certainly wouldn't care about that nonsense anymore so she wouldn't mind if he brought her home. "Bring her home Draco? Are you fucking crazy? Hermione would never want to be with you after all you've done."
The wine was getting to him and he thought he should distance himself from her lest the lascivious thoughts started to form. He stood up gently and turned to her. "I think I'm going to go to bed now, it's been a really tiring day." He explained. At the mention of 'tiring', Hermione began to yawn. "Yeah you're right, we should get some sleep, besides I have something planned for tomorrow." She hinted. Too tired to try and weasel it out of her he let her take the lead up the stairs and followed her up. Once they reached her bedroom he lingered for a moment, "Well, uh, goodnight" he mumbled. "Goodnight." And with that she closed the bedroom door. Draco made his way up the second set of stairs to his room and tried his best not to think about how dumb he just sounded. "What is wrong with me? I cannot have any feelings for her; she would never even look at me like that." But nothing Draco could do could get Hermione off of his wine soaked mind. He undressed down to his boxer briefs and got into bed. All of today replayed itself in his head and he couldn't help but focus on her. When he remembered seeing her in the bathtub he couldn't stop his hand from sliding under his underwear and making contact with his now very erect penis. He imagined it was her performing the ministrations on him and when he was done, he went to sleep happier than he had been in a very long time.