Sexual Expression | By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41140 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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A/N: This story, which is set after the Deathly Hallows is obviously completely AU. I know there aren’t actually any classes out there like the one described in the story, although maybe there should be. Anyway, of course, this is just a plot device to get Draco and Hermione naked at the same time, even if not necessarily exactly together. Sorry, the little porn bunny in my brain working overtime once again. Thank you as ever to Mamacita for being my beta. Dx
Hermione sighed as she looked at the card pasted on the door of the classroom she was about to enter.
SEXUAL EXPRESSION 101
A guide to understanding your body’s responses to stimulation
She still wasn’t entirely sure why she had signed up for the class, which she had found out about when a flyer for it had appeared under her door one morning, except that she was fed up with being involved in relationships that went nowhere and usually went that way pretty fast. She knew she had no confidence sexually and was hoping the class might serve to at least make her more assured of her abilities in bed if nothing else. After all, if she knew more about her body and how it reacted in intimate situations perhaps it might make her better with someone else’s, and by extension, it might, if she was lucky, enhance her chance of keeping a boyfriend longer than a few short weeks.
Hermione hadn’t told her best friends she had signed up for the class. She could already imagine Harry and Ron’s sniggering response, although both of them would no doubt agree she needed the course. Her big love affair with Ron, which had taken so many years to get off the ground, had lasted a mere three months before they had decided they weren’t suited; and Harry had been little more than a badly judged one-night stand. And since coming to university she hadn’t been any more successful. Although she had seen a fair number of men over the year she had been there, none of them had ever amounted to anything she could even call vaguely serious.
She clutched at the door handle for a moment, willing herself to enter, then turned it and opened the door. The large room contained a number of beanbag chairs on which several people were already lounging, some chatting quite happily to each other, others looking as uncomfortable about being there as she was. Hermione sidled into the room and made her way to a beanbag towards the back, with a good view of the rest of the class. She looked around at her fellow students, pleased to see there was a wide spectrum of the student body represented. She wasn’t the only female and neither were all the men what she would consider to be creeps. In fact, she was surprised that some of them felt the need to be there at all.
As the hands of the clock turned slowly towards eight o’clock the room filled steadily until almost all the beanbags were occupied. As the clock chimed the hour, the door opened and a mature yet good-looking woman dressed casually in a long robe of magenta entered the room. Hermione instantly became more alert as the woman moved towards the centre of the semi-circle of beanbags.
‘Good evening, everyone. My name is Professor Sharkey, or Lyn as I prefer to be known.’ Lyn gave the class a brilliant smile as she gazed around the room at everyone. ‘It’s good to see so many people here. I just hope the class won’t be too boring for you.’
Hermione noticed she looked in particular at a group of three good-looking lads who were busy whispering to each other.
‘As you would expect there is a lot of sexual content in this course,’ Lyn continued as the lads realised they had been caught out. ‘However, the intention is to improve your understanding of the desires that drive your body, thus giving you greater pleasure with any potential partners, and there will be a considerable amount of theoretical study, so anyone looking for a quick thrill or who is not serious about joining in with the class should leave now.’ She looked at the three lads once more. They reddened slightly but didn’t move.
‘I should warn you now that most of you won’t make it to the end of the course. For some of you, the course will not provide what you need, for some, it will lack the spectacle you are expecting, and for some, it will simply be too hard.’
Hermione was sure Lyn’s gaze had fallen on her at that point.
‘However, for those of you who are serious about learning, I can assure you of an interesting and stimulating course which will test your perceptions and provide you with skills that will help you in many aspects of your life.’
Lyn stopped talking for a moment and looked around at the class once more, seemingly gauging each of the students.
‘This evening we shall start slowly, with a discussion about desire and possible body responses. There will be no practical work this evening, only theory and conjecture.’
Hermione noted that the three lads looked disappointed at this comment and wondered what exactly she had got herself involved in. What practical work would they be expected to do? But before she could think on it further Lyn began talking once more, and Hermione focussed all her attention on the teacher, as she always did in classes.
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‘Well, that was certainly interesting, wasn’t it, Granger?’
Hermione jumped at the low, drawling voice in her ear. She turned to see Draco Malfoy smirking at her over her shoulder. She groaned. Although she knew he was a member of the University she had been lucky enough not to get put in any of his classes, and she rarely saw him around the campus as they moved in completely different circles.
‘What are you doing here, Malfoy?’ she asked, her voice cold and dismissive. The words slipped out before she had a chance to engage her brain, otherwise she would have just ignored him. She hadn’t seen him anywhere in the class or she might have left before it had even started.
Draco’s smirk widened. ‘I could ask you the same thing,’ he said laughingly. ‘Although to be honest, Granger, your exploits — or should I say non-exploits — are legendary.’
Hermione could feel her face flushing at his comment. She had to remain calm and not let him wind her up like he always seemed to manage to do effortlessly.
‘Yes, it was most informative,’ she said primly, ignoring his taunt. ‘It will be interesting to see who turns up to next week’s class.’
She felt sure the three lads wouldn’t. She wasn’t sure what they had been expecting, but the frank and interesting discussion obviously hadn’t been it.
‘Oh yes, practical time next week,’ Draco replied slyly. ‘It’ll be more interesting to see who remains in class the week after that.’
Hermione gave a small frown. She still wasn’t entirely sure what this practical element would contain. After all, the course was about learning about their body’s responses to stimulation, and Professor Sharkey had explained that whilst that meant stimulation of every type, their course would be focussing purely on the sexual side of things. But they were hardly going to be having sex in class, were they? Or . . . were they? Her heart sank. It was bad enough that for homework they had to keep a diary throughout the week of their responses to stimulation in all situations.
Draco was looking at her with interest, the smirk still firmly on his face. ‘Are you going to enjoy writing about masturbating, Granger?’ he asked snidely. ‘Perhaps writing about it will get you off.’
Hermione felt herself blush again and her anger with Malfoy rose. ‘Well, you’re the wanker, Malfoy,’ she retorted, ‘so you should have plenty to report on.’ With that, she stormed off down the corridor, determined to get away from the annoying git.
‘At least I regularly have sex with other people, Granger,’ Draco shouted loudly after her. ‘I don’t scare everyone away and end up all alone, having no choice but to masturbate. If I wank, it’s because I choose to do so.’
Hermione gave a snort of annoyance and sped up, trying to ignore the looks from the people in the corridor who had heard Malfoy’s comments. She had let the bastard get to her again and as usual, she had come out of it the loser. He had embarrassed and upset her and worse still, he was actually telling the truth. She had scared all her boyfriends away, and she had absolutely no idea why.
Her last boyfriend, Stephen, who she had met in the Library, was a desperately dull boy and excellent chess player, or so Harry and Ron had respectively told her, at least. Stephen had dumped her after only a few weeks, but the only reason she could get out of him was that he was too busy with work to commit to a relationship. That had been fine until she had seen him walking hand in hand with another girl across the quad the following week. Hermione had no idea what she was doing wrong, but the fact was that unlike Malfoy if she wanted sexual fulfilment she really didn’t have any choice but to masturbate.
If she was to take the class next week, she either had to write about her experience or abstain so she would have nothing to report on. She wasn’t sure which route was the more depressing.
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Hermione had begun the week by not masturbating. She decided she didn’t want to report on it, assuming she would even go back to the class. She wasn’t sure she wanted to continue if Malfoy was going to be there too, although it annoyed her to think she would bow to pressure from him and give up. But as the week went on, frustration caused her to take refuge in self-pleasure.
It had always been a stress release for her, something to take her mind off the strains of life at school and university, and abstaining was having a deleterious effect on her mental well-being. As stupid as it seemed, everything really did seem better after she made herself come. Not doing it made her twitchy and bad-tempered. Recording that in her diary made the need for it obvious, and short of ambushing someone for a one-off quickie, something that was definitely not in her nature, there was nothing she could do but resume the diddling.
By the time the next lesson came round she had made up her mind that she wouldn’t drop the class, regardless of how much provocation she received from Malfoy. She wasn’t going to let him goad her into running away. That type of behaviour had ended when they had left school. However distasteful it was to have Malfoy in class with her, she was determined to see it through to the end. All she had to do was keep as far away from him as possible and try to forget he was even in the class.
Which was easier said than done. He wasn’t there when she arrived for the second session and for a moment she hoped that meant he had decided against torturing her and dropped the class, as the three lads and half a dozen others appeared to have done, although in her heart she knew she couldn’t really be that lucky. Sure enough, moments before Lyn arrived, Draco entered the room with that smirk upon his face and swaggered over to sit down right next to Hermione. She was disconcerted by this turn of events but was unable to move as Lyn had followed him through the door and was already addressing the class.
‘Good evening, everyone. Nice to see I didn’t scare you all away,’ Lyn said with a smile and a laugh. ‘Did you all keep your diaries this week?’ There was a murmur of assent from the class. ‘How many of you didn’t have sexual activity of any description at all this week?’ Lyn asked without a trace of embarrassment. ‘Put your hands up.’
Hermione was surprised to see a good few hands go up. From the corner of her eye, she saw Draco look at her, his eyebrow raised in amusement.
‘You didn’t want to write about your masturbating in the diary?’ Lyn asked knowingly. Most of the students with their hands raised looked embarrassed. ‘There’s nothing wrong with masturbation,’ Lyn told the class. ‘It’s pleasurable and it’s a great stress reliever. It’s also a highly erotic form of foreplay — but more on that later.’
She walked around the semi-circle looking at the students. ’So — those of you who didn’t masturbate this week — how do you feel?’ She pointed at a mousy-haired woman who blushed and answered too quietly for Hermione to hear the response.
‘Was the frustration so bad for you, Granger,’ Malfoy whispered to her, ‘that you couldn’t keep your hands off your pussy?’
Hermione willed herself not to blush and ignored his comment, trying to focus instead on what Lyn was saying. She was now questioning a man with dark hair.
‘Yes, that’s right,’ Lyn agreed in response to something the man said. Hermione had missed his comment because of Malfoy’s distraction. ‘Without sexual relief, tension does build up and tempers can fray. Really, people, remember we’re here to learn more about your bodies and their response to stimulation. Withholding self-pleasure from yourself won’t aid in that at all.’
She looked around at the class. ‘This is why we introduce the practical element within the classroom setting. It gives you a chance to learn to feel more comfortable about your bodies. It will progress as the year continues, but for the first few weeks it will be based on self-pleasure — masturbation or wanking, whichever term you prefer.’
She looked at the sea of faces which seemed to be divided between those who were eager and those who were shocked or horrified. Hermione knew she definitely fit into the latter group, whilst Draco, whose smile had become almost predatory, certainly fitted into the former. He looked at Hermione and shook his head, laughing at her expression. Hermione was shocked as she realised Lyn was implying that they would be masturbating as part of the practical. Surely they wouldn’t be doing it here in front of everyone else, though, would they? She heard Malfoy laughing next to her and turned to see his amused face. Of course, he was up for it. The pervert probably only joined because he knew they would be doing things like this.
Like those three guys last week, she thought. No wonder they had been disappointed when the whole lesson had been nothing but talk.
She turned her attention back to Lyn, who was trying to reassure the class that there was nothing wrong with what she was proposing and that if they were all wearing comfortable clothing as the course spec had recommended they wouldn’t even need to get undressed to achieve their orgasm. Hermione was casually dressed and was suddenly very glad she had worn yoga pants. At least she could stick her hand down there without having to flash anything, unlike some of the other women who had worn skirts.
‘If anyone wishes to leave the class now, please feel free to do so,’ Lyn said, and she nodded understandingly as a few people rose and moved towards the door.
Draco caught Hermione’s eye and looked at her mockingly as if daring her to get up and leave. Of course, that made her more determined to stay, regardless of her unease at what they had to do. She gave him an enigmatic smile and turned away to focus once more on Lyn.
‘Now, this isn’t a race, nor are we interested in style or technique,’ Lyn said. ‘The whole idea of this exercise is for you to begin to learn about your body and how it reacts to the stimulation you give it. We will look at the various different methods of stimulation over the coming weeks, but for now, you should just concentrate on giving yourself an orgasm. Don’t worry about those around you, and don’t worry about being watched. Everyone will be far too interested in their own pleasure to worry about what you’re doing.’
With a wave of her wand, she dimmed the lights, changing the colour of them so the room was lit with a warm, sensual glow. Then with a sweep she removed her robe, standing impressively naked in front of the class.
‘I would never ask you to do something I wasn’t prepared to do myself,’ Lyn said with a smile, and she grabbed a spare beanbag and sat down with her legs apart. ‘Begin as you wish.’ With that her hands moved, one straying to her large, ripe breasts, the other sliding between her legs. ‘I’d make a start if you don’t want to be watched by those who finish early,’ she warned the class amusedly when she saw they were mainly watching her rather than engaging in their own enjoyment.
Hermione hurriedly glanced around and realised that those nearest her were already touching themselves. If she didn’t do something quickly she would end up being the centre of attention, and she definitely didn’t want that. She lay back, using the beanbag to support her head and shoulders, and closing her eyes she slid her hand beneath the waistband of her trousers and into her knickers.
The heat was astonishing, as was the realisation that she was aroused, very aroused. The illicit feel of what she was doing was obviously a trigger for her. Her other hand brushed over her thin cotton top, feeling her erect nipples poking through the material. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as her fingers slid down through the hair of her mound and between the lips of her pussy to rub at her clit. She bit her lip, stifling a moan, but as she retreated from the rest of the room into her own little world of pleasure she couldn’t help but whimper, small mewls of desire and joy that ended with a longer, deeper moan of satisfaction as she came.
Suddenly back in the room, Hermione could hear the sounds of the rest of the class in various stages of arousal. She removed her hand from her knickers and turned her head. Malfoy lay there facing her, looking completely relaxed with his hand around his large erection, stroking it gently. She was unable to gauge the look on his face. He had obviously been watching her, and seeing that she was now watching him he smiled wickedly and increased his stroke, his tongue running around his lips in imitation of Hermione’s earlier, but far more wantonly.
Hermione had intended to turn away but found herself fascinated by the act. She had never seen a man do this before and her intelligent mind took over, analysing what she was seeing. Draco’s eyes were closed now as his speed increased until Hermione thought he must be hurting himself, but then he opened his eyes, gazed directly at her, and with a loud grunt of pleasure he ejaculated, the fluid squirting across the floor between them. He gave another wicked grin and lazily retrieved his wand, performing a cleaning charm and tucking himself away before lying back with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed, a look of pure, smug satisfaction on his face.
After a few more minutes Lyn, who had once more dressed in her voluminous robe, brought the lights up. The whole class was far more relaxed now and there were many smiling faces.
‘Well, I think we all enjoyed that,’ Lyn said as she looked around the group. ‘Next week we’ll take a look at the erogenous zones and how they can aid us in self-pleasure. Don’t forget to keep your diaries up to date — and I expect there to be no more abstaining.’ There was a round of laughter from many of the class at this as people gathered their belongings and prepared to leave the room.
Hermione couldn’t decide whether to make a swift exit in the hope of getting away before Malfoy said something to her or to hang back and hope he got bored waiting for her. Deciding on the first option, she jumped up quickly, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. Unfortunately, Malfoy was right behind her, almost as if he had been waiting for her to move.
‘Did you enjoy watching me, Granger?’ Draco asked, his voice soft and sensual in her ear as they exited the room. ‘I certainly enjoyed watching you, although without the clothes would have been better.’ He gave his usual smirk as Hermione blushed crimson. ‘Very interesting technique. Incredibly erotic,’ he continued, ‘and those delicious little noises you make when you come . . . mmmm . . . very cute indeed.’
Hermione tried to walk away, not wanting to listen, but Draco grabbed her shoulder and leant on her, pressing his body against her as he talked. ‘Do you make noises like that during intercourse?’ he asked, his voice gravelly. ‘I think that would be enough to make me come on the spot.’ His hand reached out to stroke her cheek. ‘Should we find out?’ He smiled lasciviously.
‘Stop it,’ Hermione said, shaking him off her. She realised she was shaking and wasn’t quite sure why. Draco let her go, but the smile stayed firmly in place.
‘No matter. We’ll get to it soon enough,’ he told her. ‘Assuming you don’t chicken out of finishing the course.’
Hermione knew Draco was goading her but she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. If there was one thing she couldn’t back down from where Malfoy was concerned it was a dare, however, stupid it might be to continue.
‘Oh, don’t worry about me, Malfoy, I’ll be there. Question is, will you?’
‘Every step of the way, Granger,’ Draco assured her darkly.
‘Fine,’ Hermione said dismissively, and she walked off down the corridor, leaving Draco watching her.
‘I’ll see you next week,’ Draco called out to her. ‘Unless you want to come find me for more research on those noises,’ he added laughingly.
Hermione ignored him and once again stormed back to her room, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment.
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