POV: Draco. Seattle, Washington... Play the song! 😍😘

Hermione explained her dream to Potter as he listened extremely intently. Evidently, he had suffered the same similar experience, in the matter from previous torment of dreams, he suffered from Voldemort. We all agreed, we should take Hermione's dream into serious precautions and make our next stop to Seattle, Washington.

Seattle eerily reminded us of London.

It was cold, rainy, but a had touch of home within the salty and misty sea air. And we were in the ends of summer in August, so we were used to sudden bouts of hot and cold weather during these months...

'The Seattle Scene,' however, was much less posh than our home and unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was a small port town, full of a bohemian rhapsody atmosphere. The Muggle Seattleite's and Wizarding Seattleite's were very laid back. Nothing bothered them, not even in the slightest degree. Hell, they even dressed more relaxed than we did. Being as such, matched their laid back personalities perfectly. Come to think of it, I can't recall ever seeing so much plaid and flannel clothing in all my life? Plus, we discovered the founding home of 'Starbucks Coffee,' that was supposedly very famous to the Muggles. The names of all the numerous coffee brews made my head spin. However, I could definitely see what all the fuss was about, when Hermione ordered me a caramel frappuccino, and I tasted its sweetness for the first time... Merlin, it was like an amped up butter beer from our world. And I added a healthy robust splash of fire whiskey from my travel flask into my caffeinated liqueur before we left, which made it ten times better...

We resided in a local Wizarding community and their regional hotel located in Fremont. More commonly known as, "The Wizardy Center Of Seattle," which was just a twenty minute train ride away from the seaport city, and a well hidden safe haven from Muggles. The hotel was called, The Fremont Troll's Den. The Wizarding indie neighborhood was full of shops and pubs reserved for our lot. And guess who's Bewitching Shop was located exactly in this spot? You guessed it...

Madame Dorinda's.

So the five of us gathered again in the main lobby of the Troll's Den, ready for the next phase in entering her second branched shop. The plan this time, was for Potter and Orange Marmalade, to ask the clerk for aphrodisiac spell books and potions. Then prying the clerk for harmless information and facts on the owner of these establishments... Seeing as how Hermione and I, were probably now on high alert with Madame Dorinda's minions, we couldn't set foot inside of any more of her stores from here on out. Hermione suggested her batch of polyjuice potion that was pre-made in her bleeding beaded bag of hers. Regardless, and hell fucking yes, I said no to that. Because, I wasn't about to drink something that supposedly tasted like goblin piss. And knowing the artistry of dark magic, having dabbled too many times that I care to admit... I knew that the clerk would probably catch us. I wasn't taking that chance... So I enforced my first plan further.

Potter refused the topic of purchase, at first... but Ginger-ale got her way and he gave into her, as every groveling boyfriend should. Relationships, I've found, are just easier that way... especially when it's truly the love of your life... to just let your significant other have what they desire, it's not worth the fight...
Most of the time.

It was raining outside, per usual. And we were well equipped using our wands to conjure our mystical umbrellas to protect us from the downpour. This was safe to do here in Fremont. Also, seeing as how we were in the protection of surrounding witches and wizards doing the same.

Blaise decided to take a detour on our venture and told us he would meet us later for dinner. I saw a glimmer in his sneaky eye, when he caught sight of the local 'Magical Smoke Shop.' And I had a feeling I knew what he was up to...

As the remaining four of us made our way closer to Madame Dorinda's shop, directly occupied on a street know as "Grohl Way," we discovered another delay in finding this bitch and ending the curse...

The fucking manky shop was closed, of course.

There was a large magically lit sign, glowing in red, and hanging on the double door that was bound by chains around the knockers and reading,

"Closed until next summer, for renovations. Please, do visit our third venue in Austin, Texas."

"Bad news travels fast in our world doesn't it?" I expressed in a defeated huff, rolling my eyes. Hermione was angry, panicked, and agitated...

"This is beyond ridiculous! Why is she running from us?! What's she afraid of?! I know what she's trying to do... She's trying to be in control of the situation! Well, guess what?! She doesn't! She has no clue, as to whom she's messing with..." Hermione fiercely declared in her frets. Her cheeks and her chest were flushing in scarlet red and honestly turning me on.

"Listen, why don't we take a break for the remainder of the afternoon? Let's all meet in Hermione's and I's suite tonight for dinner, and discuss our next plan? Alright?" I suggested, taking Hermione in my arms and secretly whispering in her ear, my naked plans reserved for us in our bed, making her giggle in amorous smirks and blushing again, for different reasons, before her friends.

"Ugh, fine... we'll see you two disgusting tongue bandits later," Potter burst in disgust of us and I loved making that arse uncomfortable.

"Harry! Draco doesn't talk like that to us, when you're being affectionate to me in front of them! Be nice, for me, your girlfriend... and for Hermione, your best friend," Anne of Green Gables solemnly scolded and requested of my enemy. He rolled his eyes once more and kissed her in agreement to check his attitude.

"We'll see you two, later!" Miss Orange County cheerfully said with a smile, as Potter glided her down the opposite direction and wrapping his arm around her waist. I had an amicable feeling of appreciation from the Ginger-Cake.  Dammit, I was grateful for a Weasley defending me... what the actual fuck, has happened in this world? Guess, hell had frozen over.

"Finally, some alone time..." I voiced under my breath, in my haughty and implied horned snake opinion, holding Hermione tighter in my arms and leaning down to passionately kiss my stimulatingly sexy and endlessly beautiful girlfriend. Hermione curved her arms to circle and rest around my neck. Next, interlocking her fingers behind the based connection of my strait, playing with the ends of my long hair and paused our snogging to lushly disclose, "Take me back to our room to relay our stresses to de-stress," She insinuated in her seductive hungry tones. I happily obliged and disapparated us back to our hotel suite for a... nap.

After Hermione and I's nap, that lasted until 5:30... we ordered several pizzas and pints of beer from the room service and house elf headquarters, here at The Troll Den. Blaise arrived to our suite happier than usual, and happier than I'd seen him in the past few days. He seemed, relaxed more as well? "What the bloody hell was he up to?" I pondered to myself.

Potter and Ginger Snap, made their appearances next, and also seeing a pleasure filled glow of their own de-stressing revealing auras surrounding them, looking like they hadn't napped in the slightest either. Evidently, they weren't as goody-goody as I thought...

The five of us joined together to sit on the floor and eat our dinner, while we discussed our next obstacle to conquer Madame Dorinda in Texas. Maybe my friend Matthew McConaughey, could help us out? I wondered...

I then became distracted and halted our meeting that was going nowhere and coming to a close anyways, when I noticed Blaise scheming and glaring at us, following with making his thoughts aloud...

"I've a got a supervening peak, to get this party going," Blaise broadcasted with a devilish chuffed smirk and gripping his wand to charming something of his likening. I instantly knew what he was referring too, just as he alerted. By smelling the strong greenly Dutch familiarity, even before he brought it out through his magic that was hidden inside his jacket pocket, laying on the sofa behind me. He waved his wand once more to reveal a clear bag holding of freshly baked goods making its green goodness known to us all. A strain of favorites... of this natural good earth...

Weed.

"Strawberry Fields Forever," Blaise incanted, and paused breathing in its glory nestled in his hand and speaking again to the innocent crowd before us. I had to admit... Blaise and I, were no strangers to this smoking delicacy. We'd both had been partaking in since our fifth year at Hogwarts. "This is The Godfather of Kush, in our Wizarding world. I thought we could all use its medicinal herbs to release some tension. And especially, since I'm the only sexually frustrated single one here," Blaise blurted aloud looking annoyed. And vastly turning back to being excited from his hemp treat in his hand.

"Draco? You roll the best, you dodgy bloke," Blaise praised me in one of my many talents, with a chuckle and throwing the bag to me. Following with his other package of thinly layered parchments to hold the marijuana.

Hermione gawked at me in shock and disappointment. However, in that same circumstance, she changed her skeptical reservations and I suddenly saw her with a hint of curiosity growing across that breathtaking face. She's bent into a sexy little dare devil, I'm telling ya.

"For medical and healing purposes of stress, of course," I corruptly laughed and teasingly winked at Hermione sitting next to me, and pursuing my kisses into her lusciously red lips.

"Okay, okay... I'll give it a go," Hermione sighed with a grin, rolling her eyes and chuckling at me.

"Ooooh! I've always wanted to try this! Fred and George, used to do this sometimes, during their break times at the joke shop, on maddening busy days!" Strawberry Shortcake giggled a bit in her remembrance and simultaneously became very sad, subsequently lowering her head down... Potter wrapped his arm around her waist to bring himself closer to her, for a loving embrace as we silently watched and silently paid our respects to our old friend and nemesis, Fred Weasley. This sight of mourning genuinely broke my heart. We all missed Fred. Even those of us who weren't that close with them or were the victims of the butt of their jokes. Nevertheless, all of us missed the twins being together. There was something displaced in our world because of Fred's death. I always enjoyed the infectious laughs given to us by the Weasley Twins and their prankster ways. Even when I wanted to beat the crap out of them, when we did have the occasional row... The War, changed my outlook on life for the better. The shit we all endured and suffered through during those times, changed us all for the better... I sometimes relive my pasts through nightmares of the events I witnessed and experienced as a Death Eater.

I needed to make light of this situation and change its course. Seeing as how somberness dark of the rooms essence, was shadowing with sorrow and swarming the room.

"Alright, let's light this is up for Fred, too. He'd be ordering us to get a move on and hit him up with a bud wouldn't he? Let's get this rolling," I puned with a smirk, noticing everyone smiling and nodding yes. And with a wave of my wand, I invoked a spell for each of us to have the perfectly proportioned and amounted hash for every wizard and witch in our suite. We watched patiently, as my Magic did its work and levitating the weed evenly to lay in the middle of each separate parchment. Then rolling themselves up and ending with me licking the ends of the paper as a holding seal to now enjoy the next step...

"Ladies first." I exclaimed raising my right eyebrow, and summoning their own joints over to Hermione and... god dammit, alright, I'll say her real name, but this is the last time... Ginny.

The girls took hold of their rolled masterpieces, and Blaise and Potter followed suit shortly after, as I ensorcelled their rolled Ganja's over to them.

"On the count of three, we use our wands to light up. One, two, three... Incendio." We all spoke in unison and placing the rolled narratives of soothing into our mouths and sparking up our hearty grasses. I, However, gentlemanly fired up Hermione's token for her, from my very own wand and winking at her, knowing how much she was going to love this. "Inhale slowly, so you don't choke," I explained to my love. Then straightaway hearing Hermione's friend, Orange Soda Pop, coughing,  laughing, and profusely puffing out smoke through her mouth and nose.

We joined in the laughter and Potter asked his girlfriend, and checking her needs, to see if she was okay. She assured him with a warm smile, "Y-e-e-s-s," through her choking chuckles.

I inhaled my own fields, instantly feeling my second favorite form or relaxation, flooding my lungs. My first favorite form of relaxation was Hermione's sultry self...

I blew my talented smoke rings into the air as I watched Hermione taking hers in like a pro, and blowing the smoke into our circle of newly weed lovers, clearly... I spoke to her in her thoughts, "Know doubt, you've probably read a book on smoking weed and the fundamental pleasures, benefits, and remedies they insure." I bantered with a taunting smirk and gazed at her in awe, feeling my heart beating faster inside of body because of her. She met my eyes, smiling at me and replied aloud, accidentally being too high to remember to talk back to me in my head through our private Legilimency conversations...

"For your information, Malfoy... I did read a book about Cannabis. And the wonderful benefits... wonderful..." She was drifting away starting to get the giggles. Suddenly in her bewilderment of feeling heavenly floated, she snorted from her chuckles in her throat as loud as I'd ever heard any one anyone in my life. It caused a roar of laughter from all of our high bloody arses.

I seized her waist and pulled Hermione towards me, placing her in my lap and kissed her gorgeous flushed fucking face.

"I've honestly, never been this relaxed in my life," Potter affirmed as I could witness his shoulders lowering from tension he always upheld and reflected again... "I could've used some of this herbal potion two years ago!" He barked with a chuckle, as we joined him laughing at his joke. And in that moment, I realized he was becoming somewhat bearable to be around... almost friend-wise to be honest... I never, even remotely thought possible, that I would end up in a situation where I'd be in the same room as him again, yet alone even liking the old scarface. And it was all because of Hermione. I watched her laughing and letting herself go in my lap. Feeling her bouncing on my body and reminding me of her sexually intriguing vixen side, this lot had no idea about. And also, unmistakably seeing her innocent beauty radiating the room.

I was so in love with her...

She brought us all together again. Our small loathsome reunion, was changing into a common ground of bonding. And in fact, had officially brought us back and given us a second chance to actually viewing each other in a respectful equality... second chances brought Hermione back into my life, and I will never loose sight of her ever again...

This awakening and reflecting narcotic shit, makes me think beyond recognition of myself, going deeper and deeper into my inner consciousness of thoughts restricted for only me to listen and understand. I fucking hated that part of feeling at my highest when I smoked weed. But on the other hand... When the freeness pinnacle sunk in and surrounded my entire body, my relaxed self let go in fulfillment, and I abruptly yearned and lusted for Hermione who was still sitting on my lap... I felt numb and desperately wanted to end this smoking session and go to my other relaxation of happiness, being inside of Hermione Granger...

I put my blunt in my left hand, to take Hermione's chin in my right hand, to make her face me. She smiled at my actions and met my silent requests she could read from my licking lips and biting my lower lip, aching for her entire being. She lowered herself into my lips, pressing her pouty softness against mine. I slithered my tongue slowly inside of her wet sugary clouded mouth, knowing what my brown eyed girl loved and arousing her stimulation by the second, in listening to her every satisfactory moans. We were upheld in our own world of snogging, not giving an actual flying Thestral fuck, who was in the room.

"Alright, I'm outta here, both you nauseating couples are pissing me off and ruining my buzz... I'll see you in the morning when we leave for Texas," Blaise drummed in his jealousy aloud, standing, stomping, and hastily exiting mine and Hermione's suite. Hermione and I paused, watching him leave and turning our visions towards the couple who was sitting across from us and witnessing Potter and his orange flavored licorice, benefitting from their current states and snogging each other's faces off practically. That was a sight I definitely never wanted to see again...

Potter and Copper Kettle-corn, bid their farewell for the evening, not soon after Blaise, and our bluntly party came to close...

And Hermione and I's sex party came to an open...

I laid her on our Alaskan king sized bed, as I watched her back lustrously arching and swirling her pelvis in flirtatious figure eights, making my mouth water, while I undressed her provocative embodiment with my severely starved hands to touch her supple smooth as silk skin.

Hermione's captivating naked body was ready for me to take advantage upon. Her brightly dark colored chocolate eyes were glued onto me, delivering in her body language for me to take her. I hovered above her natural modelesque frame, villainously staring down into her cocoa colored eyes, being completely fixated onto her and feeling my long snowed hair hanging closely along my cheekbones and peripheral visions. I continued my tantalizing torments in bringing my bedeviled muscular arms to rest on either side of her, coming closer between her feverishly lengthy legs and feeling my shoulder blades meeting at their points in my back and creating a timely sexual tension. Soon and thereafter, lowering my body down and bearing my cold granite silvered eyes into her soul as I watched Hermione's erotica quaking out of every single motion of her inviting movements. Luring me into her treaty of sex.

My body was in desperation and seeking to be engaged inside of her. Feeling my Occamy snakily valor growing and hardening, calling to claim its home, fitting into her available space and burying into her like a bleeding compacted nest ready to loosen Hermione wider and wider, causing us to explode because of my driving exertions...
All the while, still sexually teasing her and watching her solicitation for sexual help in her aroused damsel in distress. I positively loved it when she begged me to have her. She was like a god damn fucking drug...

"Please, Draco..." Hermione wistfully moaned in her breathless wanton pleads, stroking her bare stomach with her hands. I then felt her lifting and sliding her knees upwards in the midsts of brushing her inner thighs against the sides of my body and raising her arms to snake them around my neck and pulling me down to lay on top of her.

Hermione tugged on the sides of my black long sleeve shirt, cleaving onto me to end her sexual agony and trying to quicken her movements in removing my shirt off of my body and the rest of my clothing...

She had suffered long enough. And so had I...

I quenched our thirsts, submerging my brutal mentality deeply inside of her. Watching her mouth agape in ecstasy, closing her eyes and opening them slowly again to see me, and gasping at my thickened length thrusting her tightened sopping warmth core, and feeling her nails digging into my lower back, made me want to fuck her so roughly into her passions of flowing rivers of throbbing lava escaping her sanctuary. She loved it rough, the dirty little witch... and she loved me giving it to her... Hearing Hermione enthralled in screaming and ravenously moaning my name through her orgasms that I repeatedly gave her, made me overwhelmingly purge my hot lubricated venom entombed within her. It was all I could do to not have a heart attack after four hours of salacious sex with my Kinky Gryffindor Girl...

Hermione and I, were exhausted from our explosive explorations of sexual adventures... and we fell asleep in each other's arms. And I was now suddenly immersed into my nightmares, I hadn't had in quite some time...

A tall, toe headed, toerag of a woman was approaching me in a cave of some sorts? She honestly looked like another long lost relative of the Malfoy clan... She hauntingly whispered, "Be careful what you crave, Draco Malfoy. You know better, than to love a Mudblood... You shall face your consequences..."

I shot up from my horror slumber, drenched in sweat and making Hermione jump from fright.

"Are you alright, Draco?! Did you have a bad dream?!" She questioned me with so much concern, she had tears in her gorgeous chocolatier eyes. "No, no, it's fine, love. Just had a barking dream, that I lost all my fortune on a flutter Quidditch bet."

I lied to Hermione to protect her and her insufferable abilities to immediately panic in anxiety lately. She was already in so much distress, I didn't want to add onto the pile of nonsense we were facing. She was my world, and I wasn't about to worry her further. I laid us back down and kissed her sweetened lips as she cozied herself back on top of me and wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her cheek on my chest. I felt her heart going from quickening pulsing beats to lightly pumping against my chest as I watched her falling back asleep. I'd been doing that a lot lately... watching Hermione sleeping in her bliss. While staying awake and thinking of every which way to end this curse, if it were actually possible or even real? And protecting her from it. Hermione was so beautiful and so full of life, love, and hope. I never wanted to see her stressed, ever again. I was making sure of that.

I loved Hermione Jean Granger so much, that it hurt...

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