Throughout the rest of the semester, Hermione and Draco fucked regularly. She didn't feel like the friendship they had formed was at stake either. The two kept it extremely casual.
If they were both honest with themselves, it was the best fucking either of them had ever had. It was dirty and it was rough. Sometimes Draco would finger her in class, only when she would wear a skirt and they both sat in the far back with their turntables turned down and over the lap. Sometimes he would trap her in an empty classroom and she'd eagerly drop to her knees. Studying stopped being studying and just the two of them spending time together between making out and having sex.
Hermione wasn't that dumb to think that this frat boy would ask her to go steady and be his sole fuck. Because, no matter how much time the two spent together and how often they fucked, how often his fingers were in her, how often his dick was in her mouth—Draco was still a frat boy with only one thing on his mind: a good fucking.
Once summer started, things didn't let up between the two of them. They only lived an hour and a half away from each other, so she'd go up for a weekend of partying and fucking with Draco or vice versa. It was not a summer romance.
It wouldn't be a romance of any sort. Ever.
He was a fuckboy, man slut, frat brother.
Fall came too quickly for Hermione and for Draco. They both liked the freedom of what was going on. And with their new schedule being completely opposite, the fucking started to only happen on the weekend, much to both of their dismay.
She hurried into class, running late from a quickie with Draco—which was almost pointless because now she was late.
A bright blue eyed boy waved her to the open seat next to him and she hurried to sit down. She knew she reeked of body spray poorly masking the scent of sex. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen, and a few love bites barely masked by makeup.
"Thanks." She breathed out and tried to smooth out her hair.
"No worries." He chuckled and handed her the check in sheet. "I was just about to turn it in."
"Oh, bless you." She said in relief and signed the sheet quickly.
Hermione was so frazzled and in her own head, self-conscious about what had happened and what was happening, that she didn't notice this other student was watching her carefully before shifting his eyes away.
She handed it back to him and said another thanks. He leaned over and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Ron."
"Hello, I'm Hermione." She smiled.
"Nice to meet you," he murmured and went quiet as the professor started to talk.
She was packing up when she saw Ron lingering. "I know this might seem weird. but I like to exchange numbers with people in my classes to have a contact for missing classes, studying, or something. Would you want to exchange numbers?" He asked, raising his brows.
"Oh yeah! Of course," She handed him her phone to put his number in and he sent himself a text.
"Should I save you a seat next class in case you're late?" He chuckled a bit.
Hermione laughed, "sounds perfect. If I beat you to class, I'll save yours."
The two were walking out together at this point and he nodded. "Sounds great!." He laughed.
"I'll see you around, Ron." She waved and headed out of the building and toward her dorm.
He watched her go and turned to leave as well.
She found herself being with Ron more and more. The two were always sitting next to each other in class. Ron started to bring snacks to share, sweets and crisps.
The two were sharing a bag of gummy worms, whispering jokes about the prof and her lecture. They had been studying together as well but not like the way she and Draco did.
Her time with Draco was getting even less at this point. She missed the constant fucking.
So did Draco. He talked to Blaise about it occasionally. But Blaise's response was for Draco to just find a new regular fuck. All that would be more work for Draco and not like he'd admit it to Blaise, but he liked that it was Hermione that was his regular fuck.
They were able to laugh and joke about things. Their friendship wasn't ruined by sex. And he also enjoyed that she didn't care about making things more than they need to be.
He and Blaise were heading to the dining hall, still chatting when Blaise pointed Hermione out. "Isn't that her?" He asked.
Draco looked over at her, standing with another guy, laughing and heading towards the parking lot. "Yeah." He nodded, tilting his head to the side. Who in the hell was the ginger?
"Who is that?" He prodded
Draco couldn't answer. She never mentioned seeing another guy. "I don't know. Probably a friend from class." The two of them watched Ron open the door for her and hurried around to get in. "Maybe getting lunch or something."
Blaise raised his brows a bit at him, "Lunch? What is she going to be eating, his dick?"
Draco punched his arm, "Oh shut up. We aren't in a relationship." He pointed out. "She can see who she wants."
"What if she's going to fuck him? Then you're not the only one screwing her." He hummed and adjusted the beanie on his head.
Draco smoothed his hair. "Then she's fucking two guys. I fuck other chicks all the time." He rolled his eyes. "We are not exclusive."
Blaise shrugged and popped a piece of gum into his mouth.
Ron was taking her to one of his favorite burger joints in town. "Okay, tell me more about your childhood. Like what did you do growing up?" He asked.
She shrugged a bit. Hermione wasn't used to answering as many questions about herself as she did with Ron. He wanted to know about her. Know who she was, what she was about.
Ron liked Hermione, plain and simple.
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As the fall semester went on, the fucking with Draco was less and less as she spent more time with Ron. Soon, she started kissing him, cuddling him. Everything but stuff under the clothes.
Finally, it came down to the choice at hand.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" Those five little words that ultimately shocked Hermione but made her heart soar at the same time.
"Yes." She couldn't fight the grin on her lips as she said yes to Ron.
"Really?" He asked, his brows raising a bit.
"Really!" Hermione laughed and leaned in to give him a small kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close to him as he deepened the kiss.
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Hermione picked at the paper on the coffee cup as she waited for Draco in the hallway where this all started.
He came bounding up, putting the cup in her hand on the window ledge, pushing her gently against the wall. Draco leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head so the opened mouth kiss hit her cheek. "Hermione?" He frowned and gripped her hips a bit more tightly.
"I'm sorry, Draco. But I-I've found someone." She said awkwardly, pushing him off her gently.
"Found someone?" Draco's tone was confused.
"I have a boyfriend now. I can't be fucking around with you anymore. Literally. We can still be friends. But we need to cool it." Hermione said softly and picked up her tea again.
Draco felt a deep seed of betrayal root in his gut. He felt as if she was his best friend. Well, best fuck buddy really. "Oh good. This was getting boring." He said coldly and took his tea that she brought. "I have a fuck waiting for me actually. I was going to hit that after you. But guess I can move that up.".
It hurt Hermione more than she would like to admit. So, she wouldn't. "Oh, okay. Well, I had fun while it lasted, Draco." She nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek and left the stairwell, going to meet Ron at the library.