Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
My friend Cassie got me a job.
Cassie and I grew up together and if I hadn’t gone to Hogwarts, than I would have gone to school with her too, but I did go to Hogwarts, and met you and you broke my heart so I hated you and then I had Danica who was the only thing that happened between us that wasn’t horrible.
We got a small apartment, and when I say small, I mean small.
It was just big enough for us to live comfortably. Well, comfortably enough.
No luxury. Not that we really needed it.
We’re not you.
The job I got was in Cassie’s office building.
I do work as a secretary.
I can imagine you saying something sarcastic along the lines of, “Look at the Hogwarts Head Girl now, being a secretary in a muggle business.” And then you would smirk and say, “I wonder if people who we went to Hogwarts with would like to know you weren’t only Head Girl, but a head-giving girl.”
And I would hate you even more and smack you and tell you to get out before I hexed you to China.
There is a daycare center there where I can drop of Danica while I work, and I am grateful for that.
Danica seems to like it there. It is peaceful and there is nothing there to make her think of magic.
I am only happy that I made sure when she was growing up people used little to no magic around her otherwise she wouldn’t understand why people here didn’t do the things they did in the Wizarding world.
The second night I was in the muggle world Cassie suggested I go out and have fun.
I told her that I needed to stay with Danica to which she smiled and said, “I’ll watch the little darling. Honestly, Hermione. You act like an old woman. Go and party.”
And I went out that night and I drank.
I normally didn’t drink.
Alcohol was like poison in my mind and I tried to stay away from it as much as possible, but I drank until I was more drunk than I ever thought I could be.
I met someone nice that nice.
His name was Charles.
I wondered slightly when I met him how the Weasley family and how Harry was but that stopped.
Charles and I left together that night.
He brought me back to his apartment and as soon as he closed the door I was kissing him, hard and fast. Hot and needy.
I had been fine with out sexual contact when I first was without you.
But since we had slept together again I needed sexual contact, and I mean with anyone.
He was more than happy to kiss me back and I felt his excitement pressed against the inside of my thigh.
As he nipped my neck I stroked him through his pants and he hissed at me.
He threw me on the bed and we ripped each other’s clothes off and he rammed into me, fast and hard, and it was painful, just like it had always been with you.
I scratched at his shoulders and I knew I made him bleed and I felt myself taken over by lust. Lust I hadn’t felt since I had last seen you and I had us switch positions.
I rode him and he watched me move on top of him and watched the way the sweat on my body glistened in the moonlight and he dug his fingers into my hips and I worked him like I was clinging on for dear life.
And then he exploded into me, and it was warm and I felt dirty and sticky, but the lust was still there, so I kept ridding him.
I rode him until I had no strength left. Until I thought he had nothing left in him to give up to me.
The next morning I felt dirty and I felt like slut.
And my lust for you was still there and I wanted to do the same thing again.
Author’s note: Okay, no Hermione isn’t going to be a slut. Well, not really. See, she is…how should I put this. Her body needs Draco and he needs hers so they are trying to tame that need by being with other people. Make sense?