Help Me Draco

Hermione’s curiosity over who he had chosen played havoc with her conscience. Every male student seemed a candidate, but she couldn’t figure it out. “You know,” she said to Draco a few days later, “I think I ended it because I didn’t know who he was.”



“Really?” He thought for a moment. “Are you saying you want to know?”



She thought for a moment then shook her head. “No, that’s over and done with. No point in going back. I think I was a little unsure of being left out od a secret that you and him were sharing, and it made sharing my body a little strange. In the end I wanted to be alone with you, so I faked it.”



He nodded. “I can understand that.” He draped an arm around her shoulder as they strolled through Hogsmeade. “Come on.” He said pulling her into a café.



They ordered tea, enjoying a small duo or violin and viola playing for the guests. “Ron, Pansy.” He called over her head. Hermione looked behind her then smiled. She slid her chair closer to Draco’s to make room for them. A server brought over two more settings.



Hermione would have never guessed that a year ago this afternoon would be taking place. The four of them were a handsome sight indeed and they were all smiles. Hermione even found herself chatting with Pansy over an article in the Daily Prophet. Things were going great.



As Draco and Ron left to order sandwiches for them, Pansy spoke to her. “Are you and Draco dating?”



She looked over at the blonde at the counter. “No. I don’t think you would call it dating.”



“What is it then?” She asked with a smile. Hermione knew simple curiosity when she saw it.



“He says ‘lovers’ is the apt term.” She said taking a sip of tea.



“I suppose he would know.” Pansy sighed. “Can I ask you a personal question?”



“Of course.” She said, giving Pansy her full attention.



“Why did you try to stop me and Ron?” She asked.



“Believe me when I say it wasn’t jealousy.” She explained. “I think it was more a mixture of concern and envy.”



“Concern?” She asked.



“Me and Ron together was a disaster and after what had happened to you, I didn’t want you to go through what I went though with him. That was before I knew better. Now I understand.” She said.



“And the envy?” Pansy prompted.



“Ron never treated me like I saw him treating you. I thought as his first I was entitled to it, but he didn’t feel it with me. It was also something I didn’t understand. Relationships, well romantic relationships aren’t something I’m very versed in.” She said.



“Maybe you just needed the right partner.” She said. “That’s how it was with me. Without Ron, who knows how long it would have taken me to heal from it.”



“He is remarkable.” Hermione said.



“Who is?” The girls looked up at Ron who had Draco right behind him, each carrying two trays.



“You both are.” Pansy told him, leaning and kissing his cheek. Hermione followed suit with one for Draco. They ate sandwiches and walked back to the castle, running into Ginny and Harry who were also walking back arm in arm.



The three couples spent the afternoon backing in the sun on the grounds of the castle. It wasn’t until before dinner when Pansy and Draco rose, saying that Snape had called a meeting with his seventh years.



Hermione and Ron were left alone on the grass. “You and Draco look great together you know.” He told her.



“Yeah, looks are amazing aren’t they?” She said with a wicked grin. “Especially when polyjuice is involved right Ron?”



Ron’s brown creased. “What are you talking about?” He asked.



Her smile grew. “Come on Ron. I know about the polyjuice.” She said.



“Good then tell me about it.” He said looking at her. Hermione’s smile fell.



“You mean that wasn’t you?” She asked.



“What wasn’t me?” He asked. “What the hell are you talking about?”



“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said, looking all the more confused.



“What happened?” Ron asked.



“Nothing.” She said, knowing she wasn’t convincing.



“Hermione.” He said.



“Ron, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.” She said forcing a smile that wasn’t working.



“Hermione.” He said.



“Ron, this is between me and Draco and I will deal with it. Just forget I said anything.” She avoided his eyes.



“Hermione.” He said.



“Ron, I mean it, just forget all about it.” She said trying to shift her body.



“Hermione!” He shot out.



She spun around and looked at him. “He gave someone polyjuice potion to look like him so we could have a threesome.” She said quickly. For several long moments Ron just looked at her. Hermione was worried that she may have said something she shouldn’t have, but her worry turned to annoyance when Ron fell on his back on the grass laughing and holding his stomach.



She sat there with straight lips and a frown as Ron laughed. She held herself in check as the laughter eventually died down. “Finished?” She asked.



“I’m sorry.” He said rubbing his eyes, then sat up. “So how was it?” He asked slightly chuckling.



“It was alright, but not all it was cracked up to be.” She admitted.



“It lacked something because of the potion. Why did you use it?” He asked.



“I was nervous about being with anyone since me and Draco were so good together. He thought it might help to have two of me.” She said.



“The whole point of having two men is having two different men. That’s what makes it exciting.” He told her.



She took in what he had to say. Ron had proven himself a confidant to her, just as he used to be, but wiser having been through what he had, helping Pansy. “I suppose so.”



“Hermione, it would have been me anyway. I have something special with Pansy and I wouldn’t risk that.” He told her.



“Of course,” she said rubbing her eyes, “I hadn’t thought about that. I’m sorry.”



“That’s alright.” He told her.



“It’s just that, you seemed the obvious one.” She told him.



“What did he tell you about who he used?” Ron asked her.



“He said it was someone he trusted, someone that wouldn’t say anything and just take it for what it was. A one time experience. He said he chose someone who would respect the boundaries Draco had set down and me and him, as well as anything I said then.” She racked her brain.



“Why won’t he tell you who it was?” Ron asked.



“He said it was better to just leave it as a night of fun.” She said. “Maybe he’s right.”



“If it’s going to bother you this much, maybe you should know.” When he stood she joined him and together they walked to the great hall for dinner. “Then you can obliviate the poor bastard.”



Hermione’s laughter carried through the halls as they walked.







a/n: I had left out the original chapter 10, so now the story is up to date. I already have it finished, but i post slowly to let you all guess who this could be. happy guessing.