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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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WayMay and I have been working on a little Dramione of our own (all miss WayMay's plot, with some of my quips) titled: Empire by waymay & Mr. Benzedrine Give it a go! You won't be disappointed!
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Love will come and love will go
But you can make it on your own
Sing that song
Go oh won't you leave me now
People grow and fall apart
But you can mend your broken heart
Take it back go oh won't you leave me now
"Nina" by Ed Sheeran
The letter had been scribbled in shaky script.
'Hermione,
I'm sorry for the way I was in Hogsmeade, and for how I ended things. I was an ass. A real ass. I want to make it up to you. Can we please have lunch together on a weekend that you're free? I want to catch up and talk. That's it. If you don't want to, I understand, but I can't sit here and pretend that everything is fine between us when it isn't. I want to explain myself, and give you chance to talk.
Think about it?
Love always, Ron.'
Draco stared evenly down at the letter on Hermione's desk, his heart pounding away in his chest. "Are you going to go?"
Hermione sat on top of her bed, hands folded in her lap, eyes on the back of his head. "I think I should at least hear him out."
"Oh yes, by all means, hear the dolt out." His voice cracked, feeling the tension build behind his sternum. It was like someone was twisting his heart around and around in his chest until it might burst from pressure. "That sounds like a brilliant idea."
"You don't need to be that way."
"What way?"
"Jealous."
He snorted a dry laugh. "Jealous? Of Weaselbee? Don't make me laugh."
"I wasn't joking, Draco. It's obvious you don't want me to go."
"Good. I'm glad."
"But I'm going anyway."
He stiffened, turning his head over his shoulder to glare at her. "Why?"
"Because he's my friend. And because if I don't, it'll just cause more problems later." She rose to stand and crossed the room to him, placing her hand in his, even though he still had his back turned to her. "You've nothing to worry about."
"Worry? Who said I was worried?"
"Aren't you?"
He sighed, turning his head back towards the desk. "Of course not." His voice turned cold. "I should go. I have papers to grade." He pulled his hand out of hers and started for the door, but Hermione grabbed his arm, turning him to face her. "Let go of me." It wasn't so much as a command as a request. He looked crestfallen.
"No. Stop being a dolt."
"I'm being a dolt?"
"Yes, you are."
He cast her a calculated smirk. "Come on, Hermione. You and I both know the reason he's written you is to get into your pretty little knickers."
"That's not true."
"No?" He stepped closer.
"No."
"You're sure about that?"
"Yes." She grinned. "Because, at this moment, I'm not wearing any."
Draco released an anxious breath, his shoulders loosening and his mood shifting. He laughed right along with her, reached over, wrapped his arm around her, and kissed her forehead. "Alright, you cheeky witch. But expect to make it up to me when you return."
"Of course…" She kissed under his chin. "Look at you, being an adult about these sort of things."
"Don't push it, Hermione."
She laughed. He laughed. They both smiled at one another. Another stepping stone to pass, and they were balancing on their toes.
Ron fidgeted nervously across the table from Hermione, the collar of his button up adding to the already building redness of his face while being in close proximity to her. She poked at her meat and potatoes plate with little interest, still not finding the will to look up and see those blue eyes that had broken her heart so long ago.
"Thanks for meeting me," he said finally, looking around the small diner they resided in to avoid staring. "I mean… Just, thanks for everything, really."
Hermione's fork clinked against her plate as she stabbed a potato violently. "Why are we here, Ron?"
His shoulders fell, downcast. "I'm not really sure." He flickered his eyes up towards her, hopeful. "What say we get out of here and walk?"
Against her better judgment, Hermione let her eyes rise to his, and she nodded. "Alright." They both sat the appropriate amount of money on the table, neither one having touched their food, and left. Stepping out into the bright light of Diagon Alley, they met the busy shoppers cramming through the streets. Hermione was almost slammed into by a plump man with a silver beard and way too many books in his hands -Ron tugged her back by the shoulder, and she felt herself pressed up against his chest as he forced her out of the way. Her body tensed, and her face slowly trailed up to his, both looking rather embarrassed.
"Er… sorry," Ron said, backing up into the wall to give her space. "Didn't want you to get smashed."
"No. Um. It's alright." Hermione tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, which burned hot with mortification. "Thanks."
"Welcome." Ron stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Wanna walk, then?"
"Lets."
They strolled side by side, falling into step with the crowd. Eventually, Ron began to talk.
"I was a real idiot, Hermione," he rubbed the back of his head, "The way I ended it… It was awful. Like, really awful. I can't believe I just walked out on you like that."
"I can't believe you did, either," she said crisply.
"I was a fucking idiot."
A witch walking with her child shot Ron a venomous glare for his language, and he blanched, waving at her. She turned her head, snootily, and picked up the pace to get far away from them.
"Anyways, I'm sorry for it. You were asking me for something that I was uncomfortable with, and, instead of talking to you about it, I shut down."
"Let me guess. Ginny told you that?"
"My sister's too smart for her own good, sometimes." Ron smiled. "I realized she was right, eventually. But by then, it was too late. You'd quit the Ministry, and you wouldn't answer any of my letters. I thought about calling you, on the phone, but Harry told me not to push my luck."
"He was right."
Ron sighed. "Bloody Hell, Mione. I'm trying to apologize here. Could you cut me a little slack?"
"Slack?" She raised her eyebrows. "You want me to cut you slack? After you tore my heart out and fed it to me? -I loved you, Ronald. I planned on spending the rest of my life with you. I thought you were the one, and all I did was ask you for one sexual adventure and…" her voice grew quiet. "I couldn't even explain to everyone why we'd broken up. Not my parents, or our friends… Because… it was all over 'sex', wasn't it?"
"No, Mione." Ron shook his head. "No, it wasn't." He stopped walking, guiding her over to a nearby shop window, to which he leaned against. "I was afraid that I wasn't enough for you."
"Sexually?"
"Sexually. Emotionally. All of it. -My entire life, I've never been good at much, you know? I'm decent at things, yeah, but to be great at something… Fred and George had their jokes. Ginny; her loyalty. Percy was intelligent, Charlie had his thing with dragons and Bill's always been the strongest. What did I have to offer you?" He stared down at the ground. "Every time you asked me for something, I felt like I was coming up short. I mean, Merlin's testicles! I couldn't even satisfy you in the bedroom." He blushed, but kept going. "I thought you deserved more, Hermione. You've always been better than me. School, friendship, romantically. When I realized you were going to give me a chance after the War, I seized it -without realizing that I wasn't good for you."
"Don't say that." She put a hand on his arm. He glanced up. "Do you know who you're talking to, Ronald Weasley? I'm not perfect. I never have been."
He smiled, pensive. "You've always been to me."
His words threw her for a loop, and she blushed the color of a strawberry. "I'm not perfect. I'm nitpicky. I'm a perfectionist, but not in the endearing sense. I stress, I forget to eat, my work always comes first before my own happiness… I have flaws. We all do."
His hand came up and cupped her cheek -her face froze in shock. "Mione, those aren't flaws. They're what make you you. It's why I fell in love with you to begin with." He blinked, cleared his throat, and pushed himself off of the window, hand still on her face. "What I mean to say is… I've changed. I've grown up, and I want to make it up to you." His eyes closed, and his face leaned forward. Hermione, for a split moment, made no choice to move –and then her head snapped back into place, and Draco's steely grey eyes flooded the forefront of her mind.
"I'm seeing someone!" she all-but-yelled quickly, watching Ron stop mid-attempt-kiss, his eyes prying open and a look of disbelieve crossing his face.
"You are?" His eyebrows turned up quizzically. "Who?"
"Never you mind who, Ronald." She politely moved his hand from her face, though their noses were still inches from each other.
"Nah, Mione. You can't leave it like that." He looked half-hurt, as if he suspected her words were false. "Neville told me you'd shut him and Malfoy out the door."
She narrowed her eyes. "Did he?" Neville was full of assumptions, wasn't he?
"Well, it's true, isn't it? I mean… you're not seeing either one of them, are you?"
"Why do you assume it has to be one of them?"
"Are you seeing someone new?"
She panicked. "ER…. Yes. His name is Phillip. He's… Armenian. And he loves water polo."
Ron snorted a laugh, his face lightening. "You're a terrible liar, you know. Come on, Hermione. Spill the beans. It isn't Malfoy, is it?" And just like that, his face darkened once again. "I know I acted like a git on Valentine's Day, but seeing you out with him… how could you do that, Hermione?"
Insult stabbed her chest. "Do what, Ron? Go on a date with Draco?"
"Draco?" He stepped back, clearly befuddled, as well as irritated. "You call him Draco now, do you?"
"Well, yes. We're all adults, now. And given as I work with him on a regular basis, being on a first name basis seems only fitting." She placed her hands on her hips. "And you're right. You were a git on Valentine's Day." She poked him in the chest with her pointer finger. "And another thing! Cho Chang? What was that about?"
Ron fumbled over his words quickly. "I ran into her in a Quidditch store a week before! We weren't dating. We were just talking Quidditch."
"On Valentine's Day."
"Yeah…" He frowned. "So?"
"So, Draco and I were having coffee on Valentine's Day."
"From the back of an alley? -Don't think I've forgotten where we ran into each other. You two were snogging behind Zonko's, weren't you?"
Anger began to swell within her, and she snapped. "No, Ron. On the roof of Zonko's."
"Pardon?"
"We were snogging on the roof of Zonko's. Not behind it."
"What happened to coffee?!" Ron gasped comically.
"There was coffee involved!"
"That's disgusting, Hermione." He shook his head. "Bloody disgusting."
"Why? Because it's not you?"
"Because it's Malfoy." He shook his head. "Don't you remember all of the terrible things he did to us? To you? He called you horrible names. His entire family hated you all because you were conceived by muggles."
"You know, you didn't act much better at times."
"What d'you mean?"
"You don't remember? You made me cry more ugly tears in Hogwarts than Malfoy ever did. Our first year, you picked on me until I stowed myself away in the bathroom on Halloween. Remember? Well of course you do! There was a troll involved! -And then at the Yule Ball? How you told me I was 'fraternizing with the enemy' all because Viktor Krum asked me to be his date? -Or how about when Harry and I needed you most when we went to search for Horcruxes? And you left us!"
"Oi! I came back!"
"Yes! Yes you did!" She sighed, winding her voice back down. "And I forgave you every time. So why shouldn't I extend that same amount of courtesy towards Draco Malfoy? Why should you be forgiven and not him?"
"I… I guess I never thought of it like that."
"Of course, you didn't. Because you don't think things through, Ronald. You act on impulse, which is idiotic." Hermione chewed on her lower lip, wondering if she should give him full disclosure about her and Draco. She came with the intention not to spill the beans, but it looked so tempting… No, she thought. Best not right now. Stick to the plan. "If I want to be friends with Draco, then you'll have to get over that if you want to remain mine."
"Yours?" His eyes lit up.
Hermione snuffed that hope out in an instant. "My friend. -I've told you, I'm seeing someone."
"Yeah, suuure you are." Ron rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and crossed his arms.
Hermione made a split second decision -one she could easily remedy, when the time was right, and one that (right now) would keep Ron off her back (and away from her lips). "I'm… I'm seeing Neville."
The look Ronald gave her was nothing short of flabbergasted. His mouth fell open, eyes widening to the point of humorousness, and his ears turned red. "I…" He snapped his mouth shut, rubbing his chin. "I mean… I… I guess that's not the worst person you could date, really…"
"And he's your friend," she reminded him, "So kissing me would definitely put a damper in that."
"Yeah." He nodded slowly. "It would." His face fell sullenly. "For a moment, Hermione, I thought you were going to tell me you were dating Malfoy." He laughed to himself. "I mean… that'd be crazy, right? I'm sure one date with him, and you realized you were way out of his league."
Hermione inwardly smiled; sure, Ron, she thought, whatever keeps you away from getting Draco fired.
"He's not all that bad, once you get to know him. He's changed since Hogwarts."
"Oh? Has his ego grown bigger?"
'That's not the only thing that's big…' she giggled inside.
"Are we good, then?" she asked, ignoring his question. "I want us to remain friends. I really do, Ron. I appreciate the apology."
"Well, I meant it." He smiled. "And yeah, we're good." He pulled her in close and swallowed her in his arms, his hug sincere. "Look, Mum is having a cookout next month for Fleur's birthday. The whole family will be in town. Maybe you and Neville would like to join us?"
Uh oh. No. No, no, no! Abort mission! Abort mission! "Sure! That sounds great." Well, shit.
"Cool." Ron kissed her cheek. "I can't believe Neville didn't tell me you two were a thing."
"It… came as a surprise." She attempted her best smile. 'Well, it will be a surprise when I tell him. And Draco.' "And he's rather shy about it all, so let me tell him you know first."
She walked Ron to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes located at 93 Diagon Alley.
"You should come in and say hello to George," Ron offered. "I'm sure he'd love to see you."
As he opened the door, a flaming yellow disc soared above their heads and flew down the street, on some unknown mission. Three children came bustling out behind it, screaming and laughing.
"Look at it go!"
"So fast!"
"We weren't supposed to set it off in the shop!" A small, blonde child with curly hair set her hands on her hips, scolding her two friends.
Ron nudged down, gave Hermione a look, and laughed. "Aww, Hermione. I didn't know you'd had a child."
"Ha. Ha." She rolled her eyes, pushed past him, and entered the shop, which was lively and packed full. Ron grabbed her hand and pressed through the crowd and up to the front desk, where George Weasley stood, showing off his latest invention; a boogey-causing jellybean, poetically named 'Snot Your Nose'.
"Just slip one of these little pretties into your mouth," he explained to a gaggle of children in front of him as he dropped a bean into his mouth and chewed. His nose immediately began to drip green, thick mucus, and the children clapped wildly in excitement. George wiped his nose with a hanky, saying, "S'impotant not to swallow, as it'll be hawd to s'top the boogeyss…" He struggled through his speech as his nose filled with more mucus. He spit the bean out, and his nose instantly cleared. "Parents will believe you sick, you get the day off, and then you can go back to your mischievous works! Ten galleons a bean." He glanced up, immediately noticing Ron and Hermione. "Excuse me, gents. I have a pretty lady to greet." George hopped over the counter and enclosed Hermione in a tender hug. "Hello, Hermione. Feels like it's been ages."
She hugged George back. "It does, doesn't it? Far too long."
George pulled away, exchanging glances between his brother and her. "Ron finally grew a pair and apologized, then? When's the wedding?"
"Wedding?" They both squeaked.
"S'not like that, George," Ron frowned, "Hermione's seeing someone else. We're just friends."
"Are you though?" George smiled to Hermione. "Has he kidnapped you? Blink twice if you need help."
"I'm perfectly fine," she laughed, shoving him in the arm, "Thanks for looking out for me, though."
"Anytime." He flashed her a set of white teeth. "Angelina's around here, somewhere. You should go and tell her hi."
"I will."
George gave them both a wink. "Glad to see you two have worked things out. It was beginning to feel too much like a sausage fest at the Burrow -and I say that, knowing my sister hangs out with us all the time." He waved them off as he went back towards the desk. "Whatever you want, Hermione! It's yours! Free of charge! Call it penance for my brother's idiocy."
"Oi!" Ron exclaimed miserably. "What about me?"
"Ah, you get the sibling discount! Double the price!" He pointed his finger at Ron. "Love you, little brother!"
When Hermione arrived back at Hogwarts, she found a note tucked under her door.
'Meet me in my office. Wear the clothes provided for you on your bed. Arrive precisely at 6PM. Don't be late.
-Professor Malfoy'
"Clothes on the…?" She walked over to her bed, where a pretty green and silver box with a silver ribbon sat in the middle of her pillows. She narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "Now what have you gone and done?" Hermione loosened the ribbon and pried open the top. "You've got to be kidding me."
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