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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own the characters, the ideas, or the books. I just like to imagine in JK's world for a bit. I am not making a profit from this story.

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Thank you all so, so much for the lovely reviews. Sam Wallflower asked how many chapters this might be -haven't figured that out yet. I obviously won't drag it out for forever, but I won't just cinch it up willy nilly. A very, very special shout to WayMay for helping me, yet again, with the editing! She also came up with the idea for... wait... I can't spoil it. I'll say at the end of the chapter. Thanks, WayMay!
~A.
I was losing myself to somebody else
But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
She was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not
~"Everything I'm Not" by The Veronicas
"It's getting late…" Hermione whispered, watching the sun set on the roof of Zonko's, her knees drawn up to her chest as she stared at Draco. He mirrored her, legs to chest, eyes set on hers as he casually laced and unlaced his fingers between hers. Hermione would feel a pang of guilt later for leaving Neville alone in the coffee shop, but, for now, her mind was only on Draco and how his skin felt so captivating against her own. It was a confusing time for the young witch; how had she gone from sexually teasing and simply wanting to explore her desires to feeling like a schoolgirl at the Yule Ball? She had counted on this date being a complete and utter disaster so that she might be able to make her decision on choosing to keep their relationship strictly professional as well as sexual. But she never intended on feeling something stir within her; a want for another date. Another kiss. Another cuddle session. Simply cuddling -wasn't that strange? She wanted to cuddle with an ex-Death Eater. This should have frightened her, but as she stared across from her Valentine's date, she couldn't evoke that emotion no matter how much logic she mustered in that brain of hers.
"We should go round up the children," he replied back to her, shaking her from her thoughts. He released her hand and carefully packed up their leftover sweets and empty bottles of soda into the basket. Hermione rolled carefully off of the blanket and began to fold it. They were silent for a time, set on the tasks at hand. The weather had shifted colder, but she only began to notice after she had stopped being pressed up against him. Goosebumps flitted across her flesh, and she gave a shiver as she descended the ladder first. Draco followed soon after, but not before tossing the blanket down to her and spelling the basket to her feet. As he hopped down the last step, he gave a smirk and leaned over, kissing her on the cheek. "So," he said, "I told you I could be a gentleman."
"Indeed you did." She laughed.
"Though I can't promise for in the future if you continue to wear skirts in my presence."
"Aaaand, he's back."
His smirk widened. "Did you think I was going to be a shining beacon of manners the entire trip? Oh, Granger, you don't know me at all, do you?"
"No." She lightly punched him in the arm. "But I think I'm beginning to."
"So are you going to go out with Longbottom again?" he asked, a tension set in the corner of his mouth as he continued to smirk. Boy, Hermione thought, was he ever jealous! "I could make it worth your while for you to say no."
"Really?" Her cheeks began to blush against the light of the street lamp.
He cocked an arrogant eyebrow and shrugged. "I could come up with a few ideas… would you like me to list them off?"
Hermione was about to comment on his stunning display of punmanship when a slew of giggles at the end of the alleyway, near the streets of Hogsmeade, distracted them both. Draco's head jerked in the direction, obviously irritated by the interruption. But what Hermione heard next would not only irritate, agitate, and frustrate Draco Malfoy, but herself as well.
"Alright, Cho. I'd like to see you come up with a better Quidditch fantasy league."
"That's easy! Oliver Wood, Keeper."
"No way! Wood was great, but he's no Barry Ryan."
"Ryan! Ha! That sod couldn't hold a candle to Wood, even when Oliver was just a novice at Hogwarts!"
Ron Weasley's laugh rang out into the cold air, tried-and-true. Hermione's chest clenched, and she unconsciously took a step back into the shadows of the alleyway. Draco noticed, because his gaze shifted between Ron, who was standing under the light of the streetlamp, and Cho, whose arm was wrapped tightly around Ron's arm, and Hermione, who had forgotten how to move or think or feel anything but a conceptual idea to bury herself in a hole somewhere never to see the light of day again.
"Laugh like I've just said something funny," he whispered to her.
"But you haven't."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Now."
Hermione burst into loud, robust laughter that echoed across the alleyway, startling both Ron and Cho, and perhaps even Draco. But he kept his cool, smirking that infamous smirk and draping an arm over her shoulder. His lips grazed along her cheek, planting kiss after tender kiss as he pulled Hermione forward with him and into the light. He played his part well, and by the time Hermione realized he was attempting to save her pride by making Ron jealous, her body had already succumbed to the inevitable glaze of lust that spread through her when his face was so close to hers. She instinctively wrapped her arm around his middle and allowed him to strut them out to the end of the alleyway to hear Ron stutter out, "M-Mione?"
"Oh. Hi, Ron." The ease in which she spoke startled her; it was so carefree. "Hello, Cho."
Cho looked between Ron and Hermione as she tucked her raven colored hair behind both her ears and coughed out, "Hello, Hermione." Well, by the way she was acting, Cho had one of two ideas flying around in that head of hers: either Ron had discussed his falling out with Hermione to her in great detail, or Cho was holding a grudge for something that Hermione could scarcely recall. It had been ages since she had last seen the Ravenclaw beauty -she had aged well, barely looking a day older than her seventeen-year-old self.
Draco's grip around her shoulder tightened ever so slightly as if to prompt her.
"Oh. Right," she said quietly, and then a bit louder, "Ron, you remember Draco?"
Ron looked as if he were smelling his mother's burnt beet soup as his face soured and he grumbled out, "Hard to forget someone who puts the 'cock' in cocky."
"Did you pay someone to come up with that witticism?" Draco sneered. "Oh. Wait. You'd have to have money to pay anyone for anything. So how's he paying you? In sweets?" He eyed Cho over. "You really should cut back, Chang. They're going straight to your hips and Weasley's fat head." Cho's cheeks tinted a shade darker, eyes trailing down to her thighs in horror.
"What the bloody Hell are you doing with Malfoy?" Ron addressed Hermione, scowling. "He's a twat!"
Hermione forced a smile on her face. "Draco, dear, perhaps that was a bit uncalled for?" She pinched him in the side with her hand that rested on the side of his stomach, and it took everything in him not to react.
"Hermione, sweetheart, I cannot help it if my observations are both witty and true."
"Just ignore him," Hermione said with a wave of her hand. "We all do."
"Not him." Ron narrowed his eyes and stepped up toe-to-toe with Malfoy. "Not you."
Draco gave an arrogant snort of a laugh. "I don't really think that's your call to make, Weasel."
"Ron," Cho said, tugging on Ron's arm, "Ron, let's just go-"
"Him?" Ron jerked his thumb up at Draco while giving Hermione a flabbergasted stare. "It's Valentine's Day, Hermione, not April Fools'!"
"The only fool here is you, Weasley, if you don't get that finger out of my face," Draco sneered, brushing Ron's hand aside with his own. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have prior engagements to attend to-"
All Ron heard was 'engagement' and just about blew a gasket as he shouted, "Engaged!? You're engaged to this good-for-nothing, low down, rotten, arrogant, nasty-"
"Prior engagements, Ron!" Hermione shouted at him, "Engagements! Not engagement! Oh, for the love of House Elves!"
Ron had already begun to peel off his evening jacket and striped beanie from his head, preparing to challenge Draco to a fight when Harry and Ginny came out of Zonko's, hand in hand. Ginny was the first to assess the situation, because she immediately dropped her bags, slipped her hand out of Harry's, and ran to Ron shouting, "Ronald Weasley, you put your jacket back on this instant!"
"Engaged!?" Ron squeaked, his voice cracking. He put his fists up in the air. "Come on, Malfoy. It's about time I knock the snot out of you!"
"Ron, you're making a scene!" Cho whined as a gaggle of students gathered round to watch the red head challenge their favorite Potion's Professor. "Why do you care?"
"Yes, Ronald." Hermione asked, stepping between Draco and Ron. "Why do you care?"
Harry approached the group, exchanging glances with his wife and then with Draco Malfoy. His eyes lingered over Draco's arm around Hermione, and then the wheels in his head got to turning. He glanced around to the lot of them before saying, "So… what the Hell is going on here?"
"That's what I'd like to know!" Ron shouted as Ginny pulled on his arm, yanking him back a foot or two. "Ginny told me you were on a date with Neville today!"
"I was on a date with Neville." Hermione brushed Draco's arm off of her shoulders. He gave her an incredulous look, but otherwise stood completely still, like a beautiful piece of background art amongst the chaos.
"I never took you for the slumming sort, Mione," Ron sneered.
That got Draco's attention. He puffed his chest out, exchanging places with Hermione and offering himself on the front lines of Ron Weasley's furious glare. "Say what you wish about me, Weasel, but the next time you insult Professor Granger I'll make sure to return you to your glory days of upchucking slugs for a week and a half."
"That was bang out of line, mate," Harry muttered to his friend, stepping between the two men before their cock-strutting forced them to actually produce their cocks. He put a hand to each of their chests and backed them up a bit more. His eyes fell on Cho, and his eyebrows crinkled together. "Cho?"
"Hiya, Harry!" Cho waved gleefully. Ginny raised an eyebrow, looking from Ron to Cho, Draco to Hermione, Hermione to Cho, and finally Cho to Harry.
"Well, this just got interesting." She crossed her arms and stared at her brother. "When were you going to tell us you were taking Cho out for Valentine's Day?"
Ron's eyes jerked away from Draco's momentarily, giving his sister a 'butt-out' look. "We were just talking Quidditch."
"And Draco and I were just having coffee!" Hermione piped up, stepping up to Draco's side. "Honestly, Ron. You really should have your head checked out. Your temper is out of line."
Ron's face flared red, and he looked between Cho and Hermione before settling his eyes on Harry. "He said they were engaged!"
"No," Draco corrected. "I said we had prior engagements to attend to. We're Hogwarts Professors, and you're keeping us from walking the children back to the school." He motioned to the crowds of huddled teenagers. "So if you'd step your arse aside-"
"I don't give a damn about what you have to attend to, Malfoy." Ron skimmed his eyes over to Hermione, his face sunken and defeated. "I tried to call you."
"I know." She nodded.
"I owled you a hundred times."
"I know," she said, a bit quieter.
"Him?" He motioned to Draco with his head.
"Why not me?" Draco scowled.
"I'll give you two good reasons why. Death. Eater." Ron enunciated the last two words as if his life depended on it. The students around the courtyard began to gasp and whisper, while Draco's face went cherry pink. He narrowed his eyes, turned his nose up, and fidgeted on the spot. Ron looked thoroughly pleased he had managed to get under Malfoy's skin, which only erupted a ferocity in Hermione she wasn't aware she would feel until it boiled over like hot lava in Ron's face.
"Way to be a real tosser, Ronald. As if he doesn't have enough on his plate with teaching and being judged every day, now you've just outed him to his students." She cast her arms out, motioning to the frightened faces of her pupils. "You know- Hogwarts might have been the one place in the world that he might have felt welcomed! I'm pretty sure most of his students didn't know, but no doubt it'll be the gossip highlight by the end of the day tomorrow!" Her voice continued to grow louder as she stepped forward, squaring Ron up. "What you just did was contemptible and irresponsible."
Ron closed his unhinged jaw and swallowed down a hard lump in his throat. "But he is one, Mione," he tried to plead with her.
"No, Ron. He was one. Just like Professor Snape was one. Have you forgotten already all of the sacrifices Severus Snape endured to protect Harry? You? Me?" She grew silent, the wind howling being the only source of sound for nearly thirty seconds before she spoke again. "Either apologize to Draco, or… or I'll never speak to you again."
"You want me to what?" Ron gaped at her. "You want me to apologize? To him?"
"Did I stutter?" Hermione did her best impression of Draco the night he asked her to have coffee with him; shoulders back, chin out, resolve set in her voice.
Ron stared at her, defeated. "No, Mione. You didn't." He glanced up to Malfoy and said through gritted teeth, "Sorry."
Hermione glanced back behind her shoulder at Draco. His mouth was parted ever so slightly, and there was a mixture of disbelief and arrogance as he set his mouth to a smirk and fought back the urge to laugh himself silly. "Well, well, well. All your chickens finally come to roost, Weasley?"
"Draco." Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Fine." Draco rolled his eyes. "Consider yourself forgiven." He snapped his fingers, and the basket they had abandoned flew across the alleyway and into his hand. He gave the entire lot of adults a fiendish nod of his smug face before he strutted away towards the Square, where they would meet Neville to walk the children back. A group of Slytherin boys followed quickly behind him, while the rest of the group of students stayed back to watch the rest of the madness unfold like terribly made origami.
"I can't believe you made me apologize to that ferret," Ron grumbled, scuffing his shoe across the pavement below their feet.
"I can't believe you outed him to all of his students," Ginny scolded. "He's an ass, yes, but he didn't deserve all that."
"She's right," Harry sighed, patting his friend on the shoulder. "They're both right, Ron. I think Malfoy's a git, same as you, but that doesn't mean we lower ourselves to his level." He turned his eyes on Hermione and smiled. "Despite everything, it's good to see you, Herms."
"Good to see you, Harry." She smiled at him and reached out. Harry met her in a hug, to which Ginny clamored on to, the three of them relishing in the heat and love of the embrace. Cho made a small cough from the side, and they parted to stare at her.
"Look, I don't know what just happened back there," Cho said, rubbing her hands together to fend off the approaching cold wind, "But I really should get going."
"Are you and Ron dating?" Harry asked suddenly, and Ginny narrowed her eyes. He looked to her. "What? It's an innocent question, Gin."
"I'm not sure what we're doing anymore," Cho said, dauntingly staring at the back of Ron's head. He spun around and gave a meek smile that did nothing but make her cross her arms and turn on her heels. She pushed through a crowd of students, shouting back, "Don't bother writing me, Ron!"
"Cho!"
"I really should be getting back," Hermione said, hugging Harry and Ginny again.
Ron turned around towards her. "Mione…" He took a step to her as if to hug her, but then stopped short and dropped his gaze. "I suppose you never want to speak to me again too, right?"
"I never said that." Hermione blinked. "Look, Ronald. I love you. You used to be one of my best friends, and I really wish that funny, kind hearted man would show back up into my life. But right now, with your attitude, it really is hard to stand to look at you." She approached him slowly and offered her arms out. "But you'll always be my friend. And I'll always forgive you when you mess up."
Harry and Ginny exchanged warm smiles with each other before looking to Ron with encouragement. Ron stared down at Hermione, red faced and embarrassed, and scooped her up in a hug that suffocated the breath out of her. "Can't… breathe…" she gasped, taking in the scent of chocolate and laundry soap that was Ron's smell.
"Sorry," he muttered into her hair, stroking the back of her head with his hand. "I'm so sorry, Mione. For everything."
"I know, Ron." She fought a tear in the corner of her eye, but it won out. "I'm sorry, too." They pulled away from each other, smiling. Ginny gave a small cough, catching their attention.
"So… did you really just come back from a date with Malfoy?" She threw her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the square. "I thought you were dating Neville?"
"I got asked on two dates." Hermione tried her best to sound casual. "What was I supposed to do?"
"Tell the git no," mumbled Ron.
"That's our Hermione," Harry smirked. "Ever the multitasker. -Though I'm with Ron on this one. You could have thrown Malfoy's dance card in the rubbage bin."
"He's… different," she told her friends, inwardly coming to a realization. "I honestly think we might have misjudged him."
Ron snorted. "Yeah, right. And pigs fart colorful rainbows out of their arse cheeks." Harry burst out into laughter while Ginny giggled into her hand. Hermione smiled, but really didn't feel the message of the joke the way the others did, because deep down inside, she knew Draco Malfoy had changed, if ever so slightly. If being up alone on a rooftop with him had taught her anything, it was that there was a kinder, softer side that he never allowed other people to see. There was a man beneath all of that pride that simply wanted to laugh and enjoy the moment, without the pretenses of what a Malfoy was supposed to be. And above all else, it made her decision to not engage in any further dates with Neville that much more solidified.
"I should get back," she told her friends, giving Ron another hug for good measure. "And I'll write you."
Ron nodded, relief filling his blue eyes. "Yeah, Hermione. Do that."
She waved her friends off and pointed at the groups of students to follow her. They did, and together they met Neville and Draco under the lamp post beside the water fountain in the Hogsmeade square, surrounded by bustling students. The sun was setting, and it was time to go back. Neville gave Hermione a warm smile and a wave before leading the students on with his personal lantern he had conjured up. Draco hung back, arms crossed as he let Hermione approach him while the students filed on behind one another in the path back to Hogwarts. When she was close, he gave her a smirk and said, "Did the reunion end in laughs, tears, or bloodshed?"
"A bit of all three, I'd say." She waited until Neville was out of eyesight before she leaned forward and buried her face in Draco's chest. He relaxed, letting his arms give way from their cross over his chest, instead fitting them around her instead. He said nothing, but simply waited for her to say whatever was on her mind. "I've come to a decision."
"Yeah? A decision on what?"
"On who I'd rather date more."
"Me, obviously."
She nuzzled her face into his chest a moment longer before peeking her head up and staring at him. "You really are that cocky, aren't you?"
"I'd love to show you just how cocky I can be," he teased with a wink.
"Alright." She pushed herself up on her tiptoes to meet him face to face; he had to still slouch a bit for it to work. "Tonight, then."
"Tonight… what?" he asked, skeptical.
"Whatever you want. Something from the list. Your choice."
His eyes went wide, and he glanced around to make sure they wouldn't be overheard. "You're serious?"
She nodded. "Ron was an ass."
"More like the hole rather than the cheeks."
"Draco."
"Yes?"
"Don't interrupt me."
He shrugged. She continued.
"Ron was an ass, and what he said was out of line. And I know that you're not all that bad of a person, when you get down to it. Even if…" She glanced downwards, towards his left arm. Draco's eyebrows knitted together, and she quickly continued as to alleviate the tension. "-But that's not all you are. I know that now. And… I'd like to see where this goes. If it goes anywhere at all."
Draco mulled over her words, wrapping his arms tighter around her as a gust of evening wind blew across their faces and shook them down to their bones. Finally, he said, "I thought you said you wanted to 'wait'."
"Well, I'm not offering you the entire list, am I? One thing. -But it has to be from your wish list. That's it. And the offer is only good for tonight. Tomorrow, I'll change my mind."
He allowed a smirk to play across his pale lips, and he grinned mischievously. "Alright, then. Anything I want from the list."
"That's what I said." She paused. "Are you going to tell me what it is?"
He shook his head and peeled her off of him, laughing. "Guess you'll find out tonight, won't you?" He looked up to the last of the students as they filtered through the streets and nudged for them to follow. "Well, get a move on then." He pushed her forward playfully. "Let's hurry this trip along. I don't much like waiting."
Is that a lemon scent I smell? Oh my, it is practically citrus-like up in here!
Thank you WayMay for the idea that Cho should be the one that Ron is on a date with. I text her this morning and was like 'help meeeeeee' and she graciously did. LightofEvolution asked if I might put the trio together again in this story, and look! Here they are! Awkward circumstances, but totally awesome. Please leave a little review in the box and I'll see you next chapter, lovelies!
~A.
P.S. LightofEvolution is coming out with an adorable and FUNNY Dramione called "Hopp" that she will be posting soon. I was her beta reader, so if you have the time, go check it out! *hearts*
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