// dramione, fuck buddies
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“So, are you ready for your little girl’s trip to St. Tropez?”
Hermione nodded excitedly. “I’ve even learned a few phrases to use, you know,” she waved, “in case I decide to go out and explore.”
Draco’s brow furrowed. “Explain.”
“Well, there’s ‘enchanté’.”
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“So, are you ready for your little girl’s trip to St. Tropez?”
Hermione nodded excitedly. “I’ve even learned a few phrases to use, you know,” she waved, “in case I decide to go out and explore.”
Draco’s brow furrowed. “Explain.”
“Well, there’s ‘enchanté’.”
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Draco chuckled. “You’re a witch — use a translation spell, if you must.”
As if he was a ghost, Hermione continued on. “There’s also ‘voulez-vouz coucher aved moi?’”
She eyed him, waiting for a reaction.
Nothing.
“Perhaps,” Hermione challenged, her cheeks pinking as she felt Draco’s hands creeping up and under her negligee.
“What else did you learn, then?” Draco rasped, his fingers dangerously close to the edge of her knickers. “What if someone asks if you’re single?”
“I’d say, ‘oui’. Because I am,” she exhaled nervously, feeling Draco’s mouth trail up her inner thigh, “single.”
He hummed against her skin.
“Pansy and I were planning on—“ she trailed, feeling his tongue trace the lace of her knickers.
“What are you and Pansy planning, Granger?”
She gripped the hairs on his nape, and sighed when he continued whatever magic he was doing down there.
“We were — fuck — planning on hitting the clubs,” she panted. “Corner a few blokes—and…”
Hermione whimpered.
“Something about a ménage à trois?”
Draco lifted his head. “A threesome?”
“I think it’d be fun,” she said, teasing. Then: “doesn’t it sound fun?”
She made sure to exaggerate so he’d finally get the hint.
“Oh, you weren’t serious.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Obviously,” she said. “I’m not gonna sleep with Pansy. It’ll be an Eiffel Tower — when in France, right?”