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Title: Educating Draco

Author: Padfoot the Marauder

Disclaimer: None of these characters are
mine, I�m just borrowing them.

Summary: After accidentally hearing
Hermione getting herself off in the shower, Draco realises that he isn�t the
only one pretending to be something he isn�t.

A/N: A big thank you to my Betas Natalie
and Krista. *Smothers them with hugs and kisses*

Educating
Draco

Part One (of
two)

Draco
casually ran his fingers through his hair and got out of bed to make one last
visit to the loo before going to sleep.
The coolness of the night air brushing against his naked, post-orgasmic
body felt both soothing and quickening at the same time. When he passed his cloak, which hung
over the foot of his bed, he pulled his wand out of its pocket and cast a quick
cleaning-charm on himself, ridding his body of the remnants from his late-night
wank.

When
Draco entered his bathroom, he was met with the loud noise of water cascading
against the floor, which indicated that Granger was taking a late-night
shower. The Head Students� rooms
each had an air-vent that allowed the dampness of the bathroom to
evaporate. These two vents ending
up in the same tube made it so that the occupants of each bathroom could clearly
hear what was going on in the adjoining one. Draco rolled his eyes at how predictable
the Head Girl could be, always busy studying and therefore having to do her
ablutions in the middle of the night.
With a stifled yawn, Draco raised the lid of his toilet and went about
his business. He found it quite odd
that wanking in the evenings always made him tired, while doing so in the
mornings made him feel refreshed.
Whatever the case, whoever invented wanking was a bloody genius.

When
Draco had successfully emptied his bladder and was about to exit the bathroom,
he suddenly heard something that made him halt in his tracks. A soft, seemingly insignificant noise,
but for the fact that in that moment it greatly changed Draco�s perception on
life.


He had heard a moan.


Normally Draco wouldn�t pause to think about the meaning of a moan. People moaned all the time, when someone
takes off their Quidditch gear after having strained their muscles in a
particularly brutal match, when someone sits down at the breakfast table after a
restless night and is tiresome, when someone is sick or is in pain,... But this moan was different. Draco
recognised this kind of moan, because it was the kind he himself had emitted
quite a lot of times in the privacy of his own bedroom: the kind when he would
get himself off.


As if on autopilot, Draco lowered the lid on his toilet seat and stepped
up on it so he could lean closer to the air vent. He narrowed his eyes, straining for a
sign that he hadn�t just imagined hearing Granger moan, until he heard a
distinctive, strangled, needy, whimper underneath the sounds of cascading
water.


Draco stared at the wall in disbelief as his entire perception of life
and sexuality came crashing down upon him.


Granger was getting herself off in the shower.


Draco had never even been fully certain girls actually did that. When you�d ask a guy if he wanked, he�d
most commonly give you a casual affirmative, but if you asked a girl she�d
always answer with a firm and insulted �NO!�.

Draco
had almost assumed that female masturbation was a myth. Apparently it wasn�t.

Draco
felt as if he had been walking up the stairs to his bedroom in the dark, and
thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air,
and there is this sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way
you thought of things. Somehow,
Draco had formed the idea that Girls never really needed sex as much as guys
did. Himself being male, he knew
why men wanted sex, they were plainly horny all the time. But Girls... they just never seemed to
be very bothered by their hormones. In short, it had been like this: Girls, with
their curvy hips, breasts and alluring movements, were there to lure the men and
ensure that the species would procreate.
Draco had thought that when Girls had sex, they mostly did it with
ulterior motives; to see what it was like, to be able to say they had done it,
to get a guy to stay with them, to blend in with their peers... but never solely
to satisfy their carnal needs.


Draco suddenly heard a gasp, a moan slightly louder than the one before
and the sound of slick, wet flesh on flesh; making him assume that Granger had
just reached her orgasm.


Draco couldn�t believe that he had just heard Hermione Granger, the
stuffy Gryffindor bookworm, getting herself off in the next room. And he also couldn�t believe that the
first thought in his mind was that he was disappointed for not having been able
to see it. Or perhaps it
wasn�t all that unbelievable. He
was a guy after all and Granger was an attractive girl, if she�d just shut that
know-it-all mouth for two minutes.


When Draco heard Granger turning the shower off, it suddenly dawned on
him what a stupid position he was in. In the middle of the night he was standing
butt-naked on his toilet-seat, with his ear pressed up against the wall.


Good thing no one was there to see him like that.

He
quietly got off the toilet seat and tiptoed out of his bathroom, making sure
Granger wouldn�t hear him leave.
After shutting the door behind him, he laid himself down onto his bed,
his mind in deep contemplation.
Draco felt as if this meant something more than he could see at the
moment; like a veil was hanging in front of his eyes, preventing him from seeing
the importance of what was transpiring around him. So what was it? Could he possibly use this information
in any way? So girls wank; what�s
the big deal? He supposed it felt
somewhat comforting to know that people could still surprise him, that they had
sides to them that one wouldn�t think they possessed. Granger had never shown any indication
that she might have sexual needs, yet clearly she did have them. To Draco, it felt reassuring to know
that other people were hiding parts of themselves from the general public, since
that way he knew that he wasn�t alone.

Since
Draco was a very public entity at Hogwarts, people tended to believe that they
knew all there was to know about him.
He was very aware of who and what he was and how other people perceived
him. He was haughty, snobbish, a
loudmouth and overly sure of himself.
He was incredibly handsome, which was a perk that often came from being
the descendent of a pureblood family.
He had power, both from his family�s influence as well as from his own
persona. He was intelligent and
charismatic and thus could get away with practically anything. Yet, apart from all this, there was one
aspect about Draco Malfoy that made him the Draco Malfoy; one aspect
known throughout Hogwarts that left all boys in awe of their Head Boy and that
sent all girls into a swoon whenever he entered a room:

Draco
Malfoy was a Sex God.

It was
commonly known that he had lost his virginity at age fourteen during a casual
romp with Pansy Parkinson, thus making them the first pair in their year to
become sexually active. But Draco
wasn�t a one-woman man, and Pansy was swiftly replaced by another girl... and
another, and another. After that,
it was a regular thing at the breakfast table to hear a girl giggle about her
sexual escapades with Draco Malfoy the night before. Since he was known as a generous lover
who�d make it worth their while, it didn�t take long for girls to make it a
career goal to sleep with Draco.

Everyone
agreed on one thing: it must be great to be Draco Malfoy.

Yes,
everyone agreed, except for one person... Draco Malfoy himself.

Draco
wasn�t unhappy about his reputation. He quite enjoyed the positive
attention. It gave him an excuse
for acting like an ass. According
to one girl, he had managed to shag her 9 times in one night, something that
made him revered in both male and female circles. Everyone wanted to either be him or be
with him.

All this
would have been great, honestly.

If it
hadn�t all been a lie.

Draco
sighed and cursed the day when this whole chain-reaction started. First it had been Pansy who had made up
a story about having lost her virginity to him and how wonderful he had
been in the sack. Then, after noticing Pansy�s sudden rise in popularity, other
girls had wanted to be able to say the same. But instead of approaching Draco,
probably out of fear of rejection or just plain fear of having sex, they made up
stories... stories that became more and more mind-boggling just so they could
top the one told by the girl before.

Not only
had Draco not slept with the vast amounts of people the rumours said he
had, he hadn�t slept with anyone.

Draco
Malfoy was a virgin.

Sure,
there were girls who had actually tried getting him in bed with them, but Draco
had always been able to weasel out of it.
This wasn�t because he didn�t want to have sex. Merlin, did he want to have sex! Wanking was fine to soothe his
urgent sexual needs, but it didn�t soothe his mental desires. The reality of enclosing his hands
around a girl�s breasts, squeezing the cheeks of her bum and feeling his cock
penetrating her willing body was so far-off at this point it made him want to
sob in frustration. Draco just
wasn�t prepared to give up his stature as a Sex God. He might not have had sex, but he was
very much aware that the performance he would give on his first try would not
stand up to his reputation. If a
girl started tittering about how Draco Malfoy wasn�t even able to hold off for
over thirty seconds, his reputation as a Sex God was over, along with the
reverence and respect he got for it.
Draco knew he was supposed to know the female body inside out, to know
what buttons to push and how to push them.
Apparently he had been able to give one girl twenty orgasms in one night,
but when given the chance he�d be grateful if he�d actually manage to induce
one.

So,
until now, Draco just remained as pure as fresh snow.

It
unnerved him really, knowing that in theory he could be shagging half the school
yet not being able to. Even if he
didn�t have his current status, he�d probably still be able to seduce about the
same amount of people. He was
handsome, graceful, and knew how to handle the ladies... just not in bed!


Once Draco graduated, he�d probably be summoned to actively participate
in the war, which was now in full swing.
The odds that he would survive to see his 19^th birthday were
slim to nil. So, the several months
into his final year at Hogwarts Draco had tried to come to terms with the idea
that he probably would die a virgin, a thought that unsurprisingly enough didn�t
seem all that appealing to him.


But then again... he might not have to.


A triumphant smirk crossed Draco�s face as suddenly the veil lifted
itself from his face and uncovered the reality around him. He had gained some valuable information
tonight... information he eventually might be able to use. If his thoughts about sex and sexuality
had been flawed before, it was perfectly possible that his new view of things
could blend in perfectly with a plan to rid himself of his current state.
Draco rolled unto his side,
determined to get some rest, needing his mind to be clear and refreshed for the
following evening.


There was a lot to be said about Slytherins, but not that they couldn�t
scheme.

****

Hermione
sighed as she closed her Arithmancy book and turned off the light at her
desk. She stretched her aching
muscles as she got up from her chair and released a loud yawn. She had studied hours into the night, as
she had been doing for the past few nights, and her eyes had started stinging
painfully from fatigue. She took
off her clothes and neatly placed them onto her chair. Her pyjamas were tidily folded on her
bedside table, but for now she left them untouched and crawled into bed
completely naked. Hermione took
pride in being able to wake up and get into study-mode in less than a minute,
but sadly she wasn�t able to do the opposite when it was the other way
around. Even if she was tired, her
mind was still whirling with facts and figures, which prevented her from going
to sleep.

Not
without any help anyway.



         When
Hermione had settled herself comfortably on the bed, she let her hands find her
full breasts and firmly, but not painfully, squeezed them. She purred contentedly as she rolled her
nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, still not totally understanding how
such a seemingly useless body-part could bring forth such wonderful
sensations. As her left hand kept
fondling her breast, she let her right hand wander down her stomach between her
legs. She easily found the
sensitive nub of her clit and started rubbing against it with two fingers.

Hermione
couldn�t help but feel somewhat proud at being able to accommodate her own body
this well, especially since it hadn�t always been this way. She had only discovered the ability to
pleasure herself a few months ago after all. Ever since the day she had
experimentally let her hands wander between her legs, she had continued doing it
daily; finding out what her body responded to and what actions made her orgasms
more intense.

She just
wished she had figured out how to do it sooner; before she had lost her
virginity to Victor.

Ever
since Victor had taken a fancy to Hermione in her fourth year, he had
continuously asked her to spend the summer with him in Bulgaria; a request she
had always politely declined. In
truth, Hermione had always refused his offer because she kept hoping Ron would
eventually get a clue and ask her out.
But the death of Sirius, the summer before she had turned 17, had
awakened something inside of her; the knowledge that she wasn�t going to live
forever. Ron might think he was
going to live forever, but Hermione sure knew she wasn�t. She had been three months away from
becoming an adult and felt as if she had wasted the past 17 years on nothing but
books and theory. In a frightful
panic, she had decided that it was time to start the practical side of her life
and had taken up Victor�s offer to spend the summer with him.

The
first few days after arriving in Bulgaria it had swiftly become clear to
Hermione that Victor was still as smitten with her as he had been two years
before. At the time, she hadn�t
been sure how she felt about him in return, but she couldn�t help but feel
incredibly flattered by his attentions.
Granted, they didn�t have all that much in common, but it wasn�t as if
Hermione believed in romantic gibberish like soulmates or anything. And it also
wasn�t as if anyone else was romantically interested in her, so who was she to
decline the interest of a star Quidditch player who worshipped the ground she
walked on? So when one evening, while walking back to his apartment after
visiting the old parts of the city of Sofia, Victor suddenly stopped in his
tracks and leaned in to kiss her, Hermione didn�t object. The kiss had been sweet and tender and
Victor had visibly been as nervous as she had been. She still hadn�t been all too clear on
how she truly felt about Victor, but she did know that he was nice, gentle and
fun to be around. And besides, her
first kiss had been postponed long enough that she really wasn�t going to
refuse.

That
summer they hadn�t gone any further than kissing; Victor probably being too
gentlemanly to ask that soon after getting together and Hermione just plainly
not being ready to go further. It
wasn�t that she hadn�t been physically ready, she often felt so sexually
frustrated she could scream from the top of her lungs, but she just couldn�t
imagine actually sleeping with anyone.
The thought of having to be naked and being all vulnerable and having to
moan and whimper while having no idea what she was doing had been so scary and
unknown to her, that she just hadn�t been prepared to go through with it.

Not
until Christmas break anyway.

Hermione
had been used to facing danger and death since she was eleven, yet she had
always been somewhat accustomed to being relatively safe from it all until the
end of the school year. In that
aspect, sixth year had been different.
Voldemort was clearly bringing out the big guns, causing terror and
dismay throughout the whole Britain.
The first four months of school Hermione had spent more time in the
Headquarters of The Order of The Phoenix than on school grounds, waiting in
dread to hear if one of its members had died in St. Mungo�s after barely
surviving an attack, or by chance might have lived. The nights that Hermione hadn�t cried
herself to sleep were scarce, and those nights mostly consisted of not sleeping
at all and staring blankly at the ceiling.
Hermione had been certain she wasn�t going to live to see the end of the
school year and in the undoubtedly short time that remained to her, she had been
desperate to experience the things that were still in her grasp. So it wasn�t all that shocking to her
that on one afternoon, while visiting her parents during Christmas break,
Hermione had floo-ed to Victors apartment and had pleaded with him to make love
to her.

Looking
back on it now, Hermione was a bit mournful about the experience. If she had known how to pleasure herself
before she had ended up in bed with Victor, her first time might not have
been as painful as it had been. She
could have shown Victor where her clitoris was and how to stimulate it, and she
could also have asked him to engage in a bit more foreplay, since she hadn�t
been sufficiently lubricated. Her channel had still been mostly dry when he had
penetrated her, causing her to experience unnecessary discomfort atop of her
hymen being breached. Losing her
virginity had been down right horrible and � thankfully - very brief. Hermione couldn�t really blame Victor
for her first time not having been a pleasurable experience. He had been a virgin too and if Hermione
herself hadn�t even known how to pleasure herself; how could she expect someone
else to know. It wasn�t as if
Victor had meant to hurt her; he adored her to bits.

The
next time they slept together had been during the following summer and Hermione
was relieved to find that most of the pain had faded; yet sadly the pleasure had
also been almost non-existent. She
had been well aware that losing her virginity would be painful, but surely the
discomfort would fade and be replaced by pleasure? Hermione had been somewhat worried that
there might have been something wrong with her; that she might have been frigid
and that there was nothing to fix it.
She had actually been thankful that she was still in school, and only got
to see her boyfriend during breaks thus removing the obligation of sleeping with
him that often. Looking back, she
figured that she should have noticed that being relieved about not having to
spend time with her boyfriend would indicate that everything wasn�t up to
scratch in the relationship. But
she still felt as thought there was something wrong with her and she was trying
her best to stay in denial about that.

She
believed that her sexual-unresponsiveness was solely her fault all the way into
her seventh year. But then on one
lonely night seven months ago, she had let her hand find it�s way to her sex and
had rubbed her way into glorious ecstasy until sparks of light had erupted
behind her shut eyes. It was then
she had come to the revelation that there was absolutely nothing wrong with
her. In that moment, she had had a
sudden view of her possible future and it hadn�t been a pretty one. She had seen herself dreading the
touches of her lover, yet when he had turned over after making love to her and
was fast asleep beside her; she�d be rushing off to the privacy of her bathroom
to bring herself to the release he couldn�t give her.

So,
still in the haze of her orgasm, she wrote Victor a letter to let him know that
they would be better off as friends.
Even if they�d have stayed together and perhaps had discussed their
sex-life and practised, they still would never have been able to truly have
passionate intercourse. They just
didn�t fit together, neither mentally nor physically. Hermione didn�t know if her vagina was
too wide-set or if Victor�s penis was too narrow, but his erection just didn�t
create enough friction or reach enough sensitive spots to bring Hermione into
higher atmospheres. Additionally,
as much Victor�s manhood was lacking in width, it fully made up for it in
length. Hermione had never seen
another penis before, in resting state or erect, but she was observant enough to
know that Victor�s was quite a bit longer than average. It was quite enormous actually. Normally one would think this would be a
good thing, Hermione however experienced that this wasn�t the case. During sex, Victor�s longer-than-average
erection kept bumping up against Hermione�s cervix, which was quite painful.

As
Hermione now laid naked on her bed after an evening of studying, and was pumping
her fingers in and out her slick cavern, she couldn�t help but be a bit
frightened of the idea that no one would be able to give her the same pleasure
as she herself had learned to do.
As she bucked her hips against her fingers and moaned at the feelings
spreading across her body, she forced her mind to stay on what she was doing now
and not on what the future might bring.
She liked to pretend that someone was making love to her, that it weren�t
her own fingers bringing her to release, but the cock of a man that was
perfectly sculptured to fit her vagina and to hit the sensitive spots of her
inner walls. As she kneaded her
breast, she imagined it was someone else doing it; playfully pinching, suckling
and nibbling her responsive flesh.

�My,
my, Granger. Still awake I see,� an
amused, familiar voice said from the doorway.

Hermione
gasped in shock, removed her hands from their intimate positions and reached for
the sheets at the end of her bed, urgently covering every inch of her naked
body.

�Malfoy? What the Hell are you doing in my
room?� Hermione shrieked, her voice trembling with rage, embarrassment and
(to her own dismay) arousal.
�Get out!�

�Not
just yet,� Draco said.

�Are
you serious?� Hermione yelled
incredulously as she urgently wrapped her bed sheet around her body and jumped
off the bed. �I said, get out!�

Hermione
was absolutely mortified at being caught doing that by none other than
Draco Malfoy. What she really
wanted to do was be left alone, scream into her pillow and perhaps do some
serious crying. Instead, he didn�t
seem to make any move that indicated he was ready to leave, so Hermione just
huddled herself into the corner, as far away from Malfoy as she could
get.


�Relax Granger,� Draco said as he switched on the light and gracefully
sat himself down on Hermione�s bed, �I�m here to make you a
proposition.�


Draco really couldn�t help but let his eyes wander over Granger�s form,
even though it was mostly covered with a sheet. The brief glimpse he�d been able to get
of her naked form really wasn�t enough to sooth his curiosity. Granger�s skin
was glowing with perspiration, her eyes were still darkened from arousal and
knowing that she was butt-naked under that sheet made Draco�s cock stir. How every single day for the past 7
years both Potty and the Weasel had seemingly refrained from jumping this girl
and shagging her rotten was beyond him.
Granger might be a know-it-all, but who cares if she had a body like
that?


�I�m sure you are!� Hermione
spat, not sure what she meant by that, only that she was extremely pissed off at
the Slytherin who had now even invaded her bed.


�With me being a Slytherin, you should know that it would hardly be
natural for me to keep certain information, like I have just witnessed, solely
to myself,� Draco said with businesslike surety, raising his hand to forestall
Hermione voicing any retort to his threat.
�However, I am willing to go against my nature if you are willing to
accommodate one tiny request of mine.�

�Which
is?� Hermione asked with a sinking
feeling in her stomach. She hoped
it wasn�t going to be too bad since she really couldn�t have Malfoy blabbing
around school that he had walked in on The Head Girl getting herself off. Not only would her authority as Head
Girl be undermined, but she would never be able to show her face in public
again. Whatever it was Malfoy
wanted from her, she�d probably give it.

�I
want you to keep doing what you were doing and let me
watch.�

�What?� Hermione yelled indignantly,
subconsciously pulling the sheet closer to her body. �I certainly will not!�

�Come
on, Granger� Draco said, rolling his eyes.
�I have already seen you do it just now, so there really is nothing more
to be embarrassed about. All I want
is a better look.�

�Oh,
that�s rich!� Hermione spat. �And who says that after you have got �a better
look� you won�t go blabbing anyway?�

�Because, Granger, we both have secrets. I now know yours and, since it will be
somewhat difficult to execute my request without it, you will soon know
mine. So if you will keep my
secret, I will keep yours.�

�What
secret?� Hermione huffed, not truly
believing he could have any information that measured up to the leverage he had
over her.

�Aren�t
you wondering why I�m so eager to watch you wank?� Draco asked pointedly.

�So it
isn�t just because you�re a sick son of a Bitch?� Hermione asked sarcastically,
earning her an angry glare from Draco.
�Fine, why are you so eager to watch me... to err,... to watch me?�

�Because
I want to learn how to pleasure a girl,� Draco said.

�Oh
please...� Hermione snorted derisively.

�What? You don�t believe
me?�

�No, I
don�t� Hermione said sternly. �What
could there still be left to learn for
Mister-Twenty-Orgasms-In-One-Night?�

�My, my,
aren�t you up to date on all the latest gossip?� Draco said amusedly, making
Hermione stare at her feet self-consciously. �No-one is sadder than I that my
reputation is slightly exaggerated.�

Hermione
frowned.

�Exaggerated?� she asked, momentarily forgetting the awkward position
she was in. �How much?�

�All of
it.�

�What
does that mean?� she asked frowning, not quite following where this was
going.

�It
means, that every single girl I have allegedly slept with is a big fat liar and
needs to get herself a life without ruining mine in the process� Draco said
bitterly.

�Every
single-...?"

�Yes.�

A brief
moment of silence passed between them as Hermione let this information sink
in. This was something that was
quite difficult since Draco being a sexual predator had always been as evident
as water being wet. Did he just say
every single girl?

�You�re a vi-...?�
Hermione exclaimed, stopping before she had used the V-word. �I mean... a very patient man?�

Draco
nodded.

�Good
lord, how did that happen?� Hermione said, almost forgetting that she was
wearing nothing but a sheet, which she readjusted so that it was fastened
securely once more.

�Don�t
ask me, I had nothing to do with it,� Draco said, innocently raising his hands
in the air. �All I know is that I�m not going to publicly announce the fact that
it has all been a lie, nor am I prepared to solely live my life based on what
people say it is. This is
where you come in.�

Hermione
sighed and buried her face in her hands.
She couldn�t believe this was happening to her. In a despicable and evil sort of way,
Malfoy�s request made sense. He
wanted to be able to sleep with a girl without being uncovered as someone who
didn�t know what he was doing. To
be able to shag a girl while not letting her know he was a virgin, he�d have to
get some really detailed information on what to do first. It made sense to ask someone to show him
how the female body functioned, but why did it have to be her? Surely she couldn�t masturbate in front
of him, could she?

Could
she?

Who
knows, if some nice girl had given Victor a lesson on the female anatomy,
Hermione�s sexual experiences up until now might have been a whole lot
different. In a way, the awfulness
of her own former sex-life made Hermione feel somewhat responsible for the girls
with whom Malfoy might one day share the bed. Could she save them from the years of
self-doubt she had gone through by giving Malfoy a How-To lesson? But more importantly; she really
couldn�t have him go blabbing about what he had seen tonight. Good Lord, what if Ron or Harry found
out? What if the teachers found
out? She knew well enough that she
wasn�t the only girl doing it, but she was also well aware that if it got out
that she did it; no one would jump in to admit they also did it. If this got out; she would be alone in
this.

�It
would just be watching, right?� Hermione asked timidly, her eyes remaining on
the floor.

�Just
watching,� Draco affirmed.

Hermione
nodded, letting him know she agreed to his proposition. She took a deep breath and quickly
walked over to the dimmer to soften the light a bit. She might have agreed to let Malfoy
watch, but she wasn�t prepared to let him see everything. Just because she wasn�t a virgin anymore
didn�t mean she was comfortable with being naked in front of other people. Not that she hated her body, she just
didn�t love it.   She
was slightly curvier than she would have liked to be, although she was lucky
enough to be blessed with a slender waist that gave her body a lovely
hourglass-shape. She had an ugly
scar on her right knee as the result of a bad tumble in the Ministry of Magic,
now almost two years ago, which bothered her to no end. And additionally, she hadn�t worn a
bathing suit in several years, with the effect that her entire body had a milky
white complexion; a pallor that hadn�t been in fashion since Queen Victoria
ruled Britain. If Hermione she�d
get away with it she�d just switch the light off totally, but she was sure
Malfoy wouldn�t approve.


As Hermione turned around after having successfully turned the light into
something that wasn�t too bright nor too dark, she saw that Malfoy had left her
bed and positioned himself in her desk chair, which he had dragged to the foot
of her bed.


She couldn�t help but find it ironic that she was about to do this in
front of him. Malfoy might
not have a clue, but in a way he had been the reason why Hermione had
broken things off with Victor at the beginning of this term. After just having received her private
quarters, Hermione had discovered the luxury of being able to study late without
bothering anyone. During one of
these study-sessions she had noticed that one of the books she had borrowed from
the library had gone missing.
Carefully retracing her steps, she had realised that the last time she
had seen it had been in the common room, which had brought her to the conclusion
that Malfoy probably had taken it without asking. In a fit of annoyance, she had got up
and marched to Malfoy�s room, barging in without knocking, to demand her book
back.


Now, you should know that Hermione did tend to lose track of time when
she was busy studying, and on this specific occasion it was already half past
twelve, and Malfoy was already fast asleep. You also should know that it was still
September and that England was still undergoing a bit of a heat wave.


All of these things combined, made it so that one day 7 months ago
Hermione found herself walking in on a sleeping, and above all naked,
Draco Malfoy.

He had
been resting on his side, his pale body completely bare for Hermione to
see. She still remembered how she
had just stood there, transfixed, unable to do anything but stare at this
beautiful young man as he was sleeping, blissfully unaware of her prying
eyes. She had known Draco Malfoy
was a handsome boy, but actually seeing him naked had struck something inside of
her, like being moved by a beautiful painting or artwork. She still recalled having this strange
curiosity about his body she felt she shouldn�t be having; after all, it wasn�t
as if she hadn�t seen a naked man before.
Malfoy was less muscular than Victor and he also had a bit more meat to
his bones. Not that Malfoy was
flabby (by no means!), but while Victor bordered on dangerously skinny, Malfoy
was more slender in a wiry sort-of-way.
Unlike Victor, he didn�t have any hair on his chest and the two flat
surfaces of his pecs were smooth and unadorned, save for the small pale nipples
which strangely reminded Hermione of the erasers at the end of a Muggle pencil.
She also had momentarily let her eyes wander over his flaccid penis, which
rested against his inner thigh, and couldn�t help but blush when she caught
herself thinking that it looked quite nice. It wasn�t as long as Victor�s� had been,
but knowing how it felt to have something that size inside you it was
probably a blessing that not every guy�s was that long. She had watched Malfoy as he turned over
onto his back, his hand momentarily rubbing his lower abdomen in the process; a
soft, tender caress that he would never have done if he had been awake, since it
probably wouldn�t have been masculine enough. It was then that Hermione had realised
what a serious violation of his privacy this was, after which she had quickly
exited the room.

When she
had run back to her bedroom and had somewhat calmed herself, she had become
aware of an intense feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was a feeling she faintly recognised,
but had never before felt this strongly, the feeling of arousal. She had tried rubbing her legs together
to get rid of it, but all that had done was make it stronger. She had figured that momentarily putting
her hands between her legs would �shut it up�, but then it turned out that all
she had done was further aggravate the ache between her legs. She then had put her hand inside her
knickers to get more direct contact, since somehow she felt that rubbing against
her sex through her pants was too superficial. She had found herself getting wet and
had been a bit worried about that at first, but she was a bit more preoccupied
with the wonderful things her body had been doing. It was only after five minutes of
rubbing, when she felt her fingers brushing against a little bundle of nerves
she had never before known was there, she had realised she must have been
masturbating. That was the night in
which she had achieved her first orgasm and it was also the night in which she
had broken up with Victor. If the
mere sight of Draco Malfoy, someone she detested, could arouse her more than any
physical affection her boyfriend had ever given her, then there had been
something seriously wrong with their relationship.


And now here she was, about to masturbate in front of the very person who
had caused her to discover it in the first place.


In a way, she found the thought of doing this in front of someone else to
be rather erotic. And Malfoy, even
though he was an annoying bastard, was undeniably sexy as hell. Still, she also couldn�t help but feel
like a fraud. This whole situation
was as if she was an expert giving someone a tutorial, while in truth she felt
far from being an expert. Heck, it
had taken her 18 years before she had first figured out how to wank; how could
she possibly be qualified enough to instruct someone else on how to do it?

She
resolutely walked over to stand next to her bed and took a deep breath to clear
her head of all thoughts. Holding
the hem of the sheet covering her body she sheepishly looked up at Malfoy and
said: �So, er... -I�m going to.... -you know... start.�

Draco
watched Granger with a childlike fascination as she unwrapped the sheet and let
it drop to the floor, baring her naked body to his gaze. If Hermione hadn�t suddenly been so
fascinated with her feet, she would have seen a look on Draco�s face that had
graced her own face once before; when she had seen him naked and had been
emotionally moved to pieces. Never
having seen a naked girl before (not live anyway) made this experience extra
special to Draco. He hadn�t grown
up in a so called �naked-house�, his parents never leaving their bedroom or
bathroom without being fully clothed, so he wasn�t used to all the exposed flesh
he was seeing now. He had a sudden
urge to reach out and caress it, to see if it felt as soft as it looked. Suddenly his attention was diverted
elsewhere when Hermione bent over so she could crawl onto the bed. As she bent over the bed, her back
curved into a gracious arc that highlighted the swell of her arse. And a nice arse it was. With a primal male fascination, Draco
watched her breasts jiggle with every little move she made and wondered how they
would feel covered by the palm of his hands. Would they feel as good as they
looked?

When she
lay down onto the bed and her front was fully exposed to him, Draco�s gaze
almost automatically flew to the mound of Granger�s sex. For years he had heard his male friends
talk about their own sexual escapades and it had seemed to be a general
consensus that untrimmed mounds were disgusting and unsanitary. Draco couldn�t quite make out if Granger
trimmed or if she perhaps just naturally didn�t have all that much hair there,
but he didn�t find the small triangle of brown hair disgusting at all.   It just reminded him of the fact
that he was dealing with someone who was closer to being a woman than being a
girl. Draco had also seen the naked
girls in the occasional Play-Wizard that had been passed around the Slytherin
Common Room during the past few years, and somehow he had always preferred
seeing girls with at least a scrap of underwear on; finding it more
alluring. Full nudity had always
seemed a bit too in-your-face to him and made it lose its sensuality. Though he didn�t exactly know why, he
felt like he should change his opinion.
The curves and softness of Granger�s body, now lying before him on the
bed, were almost hypnotic.

�Good
God, he really is a virgin,� Hermione thought in amazement as she looked up
from beneath her eyelashes and caught the fascinated look Malfoy was casting
over her body. She had planned to
do a quick once-over, rush to orgasm and be done with this. But now she felt somewhat obliged to
cover all the things Malfoy should know, to see that he�d learn something and to
make sure this ordeal wasn�t for nothing.

Draco
watched enthralled as Granger cupped her breasts in her hands and started
kneading them, paying attention to the way her hand moved and how she liked
it. He was well aware that what one
girl liked wouldn�t be the same for another, but knowing what one liked was at
least a start. He noticed that her
hands were too small to fully accommodate the size of her breasts and wondered
if even his larger hands would be able to fully enclose them. Since when did Granger have such
marvellous tits? The last time he
remembered giving her body a good look was when she had worn that tight dress at
the Yule ball during fourth year.
Draco guessed she must at least have grown two cup-sizes since then, not
that he knew much of anything about bra-sizes, but he can�t have been far off
anyway.

One of
Granger�s hands released its grip on her breast, which she then brought to her
face and put two of its fingers in her mouth, wetting them. Draco noticed that her eyes were closed,
probably out of self-consciousness of him watching her. When she released her fingers from her
mouth she seemed to be hesitating for a moment, since she stopped fondling her
breast. For a moment Draco thought
she was about to call it quits, but luckily she didn�t and after only a few
moments of wavering slowly spread her legs before him.

Draco
couldn�t help but lean forward to get a better look at her sex. The first thing he observed was that it
wasn�t as bad-looking as he thought it would be. He had seen a few sketches and pictures
in the little amount of sex-ed they had received at Hogwarts and had never quite
understood what other men found so arousing about the female genital (or
any genital for that matter).
But perhaps it was because this was real-life and not a sketch, or
perhaps it was because it might look better when aroused, but Granger�s vagina
actually looked rather beautiful.
The soft, glistening, pink folds were reminiscent of a rose sprinkled
with morning dew.

Draco
suddenly had to reposition himself a bit, since his own genital had decided to
come to life and wave hello at the arousing sight before him and was now
uncomfortably pressing against his trousers. As he rearranged his pants so it
wouldn�t bother him so much, Granger�s fingers had reached her sex and had
placed two fingers in a seemingly strategic place.

�Tell me
what you�re doing,� Draco said.

Hermione
groaned inwardly at this request.
It was one thing to do something; it�s another to talk about
it.

�I�m...
erm... stimulating my clitoris� she stammered.

Draco
leaned in a bit further and then noticed the little red nub in-between her two
fingers.

�But why
not just press against it instead of next to it?� Draco asked, not wanting to miss any
important information.

�Too
sensitive� she answered as she slowly started running her fingers along the
responsive nub. �It hurts under
direct contact. But I�ve heard
other woman can take direct stimulation.
I suppose it varies on its size and the amount of nerves in it.�

Hermione
couldn�t believe she was actually doing this and was having this conversation at
the same time. Was she actually
talking to Malfoy about the different kinds of clitorises? As she was moving her fingers back and
forth along the edges of her clit, she caught herself releasing a small whimper,
which made her feel like smacking herself.
From then on, she tried to focus on her breathing; she honestly wasn�t
going to let herself become too responsive in Malfoy�s presence. She removed her fingers from her clit,
spread her folds and eased two fingers inside her slick pussy.

Draco
watched in fascination as Granger started pumping her fingers at a steady
pace. She seemed to really enjoy
this since he started biting her lip, obviously trying to keep herself
quiet. He paid great attention to
where her fingers were entering her body, because when the time came he really
didn�t want to be faced with the possibility that he might not be able to find a
girl�s entrance. He watched her ease in a third finger, her fingers sliding
against her slick inner walls creating squishy noises with each thrust. Draco guided his hand downwards and
squeezed his erection through his pants, desperately trying to relieve some of
the tension that was building there.

Hermione
realised that this really wasn�t so bad.
Arousal had taken over from her self-consciousness and her mind was too
clouded to feel strange about the situation. Still, she decided to keep her eyes
firmly closed, since she feared she might cower anyway when faced with Malfoy�s
smug countenance. She also really
didn�t want to lose two orgasms in one night. Hermione still remembered a book her
mother had bought her a few years ago that gave information about what happens
when a girl becomes a woman. One
chapter about orgasms had basically said that girls shouldn�t be expecting an
orgasm every time she had intercourse, that sex could still be great
without it and that climaxing basically had the same effect as a good
sneeze. Hermione just hoped that
not too many girls had read that book, because in her opinion that was a load
of rubbish! Hermione had
actually believed it until she had finally managed to have one. Maybe it made her less of a woman, but
she honestly couldn�t imagine herself calling a shag fantastic without having
had an orgasm.

A
sneeze, honestly!

�What
are you thinking of now?� she heard Malfoy ask her and the proximity of his
voice told her that he had moved to sit on his knees beside the bed.

�Nothing
specific,� Hermione said, her voice more of a whimper than she wanted it to
be.

�Liar,�
Malfoy said. �I�m just curious
about what�s playing behind those shut eyelids of yours, Granger. Don�t tell me a constructive mind like
yours hasn�t created a fictitious lover to shag you into the mattress on
occasions like this.�

�Gah,
fine!� Hermione grunted, releasing
a strangled moan in the process. �I
do like to pretend... what you just said.�

�So,
anyone I know?� Draco asked inquisitorially.

�No, he
doesn�t really have a face,� Hermione answered. �Great body though.�

Draco
chuckled, finding it amusing that this was about the same description he would
have to give his fictitious shagging-girl: great tits, nice arse, tight cunt...
but for the life of him he couldn�t see her face.

�So...
what�s he doing to you now?� Draco asked, momentarily letting his gaze wander to
Granger�s nimble fingers as they sped up their thrusts.

�He�s...
he�s having sex with me� Hermione said, her voice trembling from arousal.

�Tsk
tsk, Granger. You can do better
than that,� Draco said with mock disappointment. �Be more specific.�

Hermione
groaned, not sure if it was from arousal or mortification. In any other
situation she probably would have told Malfoy to stuff a sock in it and then
pointed out that this wasn�t part of the deal. She really wasn�t the kind of
person to talk dirty. Whatever
choice of words she might use, they would sound vulgar. On the other hand, she really wasn�t
keen on having to stop now, so she�d just have to play along.

�He�s
plunging into me,� she said, her voice hoarse and needy. �Hard, yet the caresses of his hands are
soft and comforting.�

�Where
are his hands?�

�One...
one is on my breast,� she answered, squeezing her breast more tightly with her
left hand. �And the other is
caressing the back of my right thigh.�

�And
where are his lips?� Draco asked.

Hermione
cooed contently and bucked her hips against her hand as she felt the tension
build. Buggering hell, she had
never been this aroused in her life.
Somehow voicing her imaginations had made them feel more real. And feeling the close proximity of
another person, in this case Malfoy, made the situation even more
realistic. The idea that someone
really was making love to her felt more real than it had ever felt before. Strike that, she wasn�t just being made
love to; she was experiencing the best bloody shag of her life!

�Granger?� Draco pressed.
�I asked you where his lips were.�

�On my
neck,� Hermione replied breathlessly.
�Suckling and nipping, biting down hard, marking me as his. He mischievously nibbles my earlobe,
knowing how sensitive I am there.
He�s whispering naughty things in my ear, telling me to look down to
where we join, pointing out how perfectly we fit together. He tells me how much I drive him
wild. He picks up the pace and then
asks me to look up at him. He knows
that I like it when he looks into my eyes as we climb the last flights to
orgasm; that I love it that he doesn�t want to miss anything of me. He�s genuinely fucking me now, not able
to hold himself back, losing himself in me. I�m grabbing his arse, feeling the
firm globes of his butt-cheeks beneath my fingers as I�m trying to get him
deeper inside of me. I tell him to
go faster, to shag me rotten. It�s
all so... carnal, beastly, wild... perfect. I plead with him to-... to... Don�t... Stop... Oh!-�

Draco�s
jaw had fallen open with astonishment at watching and listening to Granger
expressing her deepest sexual fantasies to him. He was both amazed and enthralled by the
exceptional detail in which she had been imagining her mental coupling. Not to
mention at how bloody verbal she could be about it when aroused
enough. Honestly, it was a miracle
Draco hadn�t come in his pants!
Though he did have to admit he had felt some serious twitching going on
down there, and certainly something was turning the front of his boxers
into a wet spot. He kept on
watching Granger as she fucked herself senseless. The eloquent sentences she had started
out with had now evaporated into short cries and soft pleas. Her body was covered with a soft sheen
of perspiration and here and there blotches of pink started gracing her pale
skin. She was visibly close to release.
Her eyes started leaking tears and her lips were red and swollen from
nibbling on them to keep herself quiet.
He kept on watching her until her body tensed up and she threw her head
back and climaxed with a soft cry, her body shuddering with release.

Before Hermione even had sufficient time
to put her thoughts back into order, Draco stood up from his kneeling position
and walked over to the door.

�Thanks
Granger, this was very educational,� he said, opening the door and closing it
behind him as he disappeared into the night; leaving a speechless Hermione alone
in her room, trying to find her breath after what had undeniably been the most
intense orgasm of her life. As she
looked at the door and then looked at herself, she absentmindedly moved a strand
of hair out of her eyes, her dazzled mind only able to come up with one word
that sufficiently qualified in this situation.

�Shit.�

*********

End of chapter one

Disclaimer: The lines: �Draco felt as if
he had been walking up the stairs to his bedroom in the dark, and thinking there
is one more stair than there is.
Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is this sickly moment of
dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things,� are
originated from Lemony Snicket�s �A series of Unfortunate events�, book the
second, page 95-96.

Disclaimer: the line: �You�re a
vi-... I mean, a very patient man,� is from �Lois and Clark�. Don�t ask me which episode, it�s been
years ago since I�ve seen it and I just remember this line because I thought it
was funny.
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