Getting ready to head over to Andromeda’s for Teddy's birthday, Hermione was thinking back on the last month. Ron, wanting some time and effectively ending their engagement. Her, finally enlightened to what a complete and utter twat he truly was. Pansy, being just amazing and letting her move into her spare room. And Draco. Who would’ve thought underneath that calm, poised exterior, was this perfectly wicked adonis willing to be at her sexual beck and call. He put Viktor to shame. The things Draco did to her body was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. They’d met up over a dozen times in the last 3 weeks, with nearly every time resulting in her pleasure. Sometimes it was just a booty call, others they’d been out with the gang and subtlety excused themselves for some alone time. There had even been a few occasions where they'd had a purely platonic meet up, just to work on the friend part of the arrangement. She found those times both calming and unsettling. They seem to have a lot more in common than she ever thought, and it was just so easy spending time with him. Her mind had wandered a few times to what if, but her heart wasn’t ready, so she locked the thoughts away to deal with another day. 