Hey, this is my first dirty story ever. Tell me what you think!
Hermione’s marriage to Ron had become somewhat familiar, almost mundane. Ever since Voldemort’s defeat 19 years ago, things have just been… normal. Sure they’ve traveled the world, gotten married, raised two children; but the adventures, the dangers, the rushes of her school days; they were gone forever. Or were they?
She and Ron were standing on platform 9 and ¾, waving bye to their daughter Rose; it was her first year at Hogwarts. That’s when she saw him: Draco Malfoy. Their eyes met, and she felt an instant rush. She looked away quickly. The last time she saw Draco was the night that Voldemort fell, back then he could be called nothing more than a boy. But when she looked at him now, she saw a man. Why did meeting his gaze make her so nervous? They were nothing more than enemies back in their school days… But then, then she remembered. Those elaborate fantasies she had… the vivid imagination of a young Hermione Granger knew no bounds. What happened to that fire? That sexual energy? She looked back; Draco and his wife had already left.