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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39683 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own the characters, the ideas, or the books. I just like to imagine in JK's world for a bit. I am not making a profit from this story.

Chapter List
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Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears and put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
~"Sophomore Slump or Comeback Of The Year" by Fall Out Boy
"You want me to what?" asked Draco, sitting in his office to drink his afternoon tea. He'd been exceptionally good these last few days, Hermione thought, considering that on Sunday he had started one of the largest food fights in Hogwarts history. Wednesday had arrived quickly, and tomorrow they would be teaching the fourth years about the male sexual organs, which is why she had asked him to lead the lesson. His eyes looked at her with a sense of tender mortification, and he set his jaw to 'tense.' His tea had been on its way to his lips, but now it hung precariously in the air, rocking back and forth as his hand began to shake. "I… That's not my department. Appendages are your cup of tea, Hermione, and right now you're interrupting me from mine."
"Yes, but I don't have a male appendage, do I?" she asked, taking a seat on the edge of his desk and staring down at him with pleading eyes. "And besides, I think the classroom would benefit from a male perspective on this."
"Why don't you ask Longbottom?" Draco sneered, giving up on his tea and setting it back down on its tea tray. Hermione thought it was rather cute that he had a tea cup and tea tray for afternoon tea (did people still do that?) She just drank tea out of mugs.
"Because I'm asking you," she stated simply, shrugging. "The students look up to you as someone they respect."
Draco snorted a laugh. "Not lately since Weasley outed me. Half of my class admires me and thinks I'm 'cool', but the other half have already written letters to their parents in concern. McGonagall pulled me into her offices yesterday to discuss it."
"Oh." Hermione frowned. She had no idea that it would come to that. "I'm sorry. Ron can be such an ass sometimes…"
"Sometimes?" He raised both of his eyebrows, leaning forward. "He's an ass all the time, Granger. You simply turn a blind eye because he got into your knickers a few times."
"That's not the reason I forgive him. It's because, despite his rough exterior, he has good intentions. Like you, most of the time."
"Don't insult me."
"How was that an insult? It was a compliment -or have I forgotten some ulterior meaning to the word?"
"I'm not rainbows and sunshine and butterflies," he told her. "Don't lump me into a category when you don't understand me."
"Are you saying Ron is rainbows and sunshine and butterflies?"
"And shit and sprinkles and red hair too."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'll even organise what you'll have to say. All you'll need to do is read the words."
"What part of 'no' do you not comprehend?"
"Do this for me, Draco. Do this and I'll..." Hermione smirked. "I'll let you check off another thing on your list."
Draco appeared to attempt a nonchalant stare, but she could see the excitement glistening in the pupils of his eyes. He scratched his nose, shrugged, and said noncommittally, "You already promised me if I stayed good I'd get something from the list anyways. -But, I mean, I suppose I could give it a try. For the sake of education, and all."
She jumped up from her seat on his desk, grinning. "Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't be getting soft on me."
On her way to the door, something whizzed by her head and smacked into the wall, drawing her attention. She stared down at a paper ball and then back to Draco. "Did you just throw a paper wad at me?"
"In your general direction," he replied, shrugging. "Why don't you read what's on it?"
She reached down, retrieved it, and undid the crumpled mess to find a message. 'Dinner next weekend?' Hermione couldn't suppress the smile that painted across her lips as she turned back to him and said, "I'd like that."
He smirked back to her. "Good. Now get out of my office and quit pestering me."
Lidia Penelope Cornelia had never been a normal child. When her friends had traded lipgloss for secrets and secrets for gossip, Lidia always found herself buried deep within a book, uncaring about the outer workings of the world. Books were her escape from her parents' divorce, from the fact that she had yet to develop breasts, and from the fact that as Professor Granger set up the projector from across the Great Hall, they would be discussing penises.
Penis. It was such an odd word, wasn't it? Add an 'N' and an 'E' and you had 'Pennies', which was an enjoyable topic. Currency would always trump a talk about the male appendages in Lidia's book.
Speaking of things with a penis, her male counterpart, Liam, nudged her in the arm as he sat down beside her, saying, "Hey, Lid. New book?"
"The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Miss Granger recommended it a few weeks ago. It's actually a lot of fun." She blushed violently when she realised that Liam was staring at her. "I... um..."
Valentine's Day, they had pal'd around together for the better part of the afternoon with a bunch of Liam's friends. But by the evening, Liam had made up some terrible excuse of getting food poisoning and removed himself from the group. Lidia had followed him, concerned for his health, but Liam had surprised her by pulling her into the alleyway of Zonko's and snogging her silly. Later, she had asked how his stomach had felt, and he had told her that his stomach was fine and that he knew she'd follow him if he made an excuse to leave. It had been his only way of getting them alone together.
Now it was nearing the end of the week, and Lidia had no idea where she stood with Liam, aside from the fact that she liked him and he was an excellent kisser. The topic today wouldn't make their relationship progress any quicker -if anything, it could decline Lidia's newly found sex drive altogether. The only thing that made the lesson rather exciting was that Professor Malfoy would be leading the discussion instead of Professor Granger. Malfoy was far too old for Lidia, she knew, but she still was mature enough to admit that she did fancy his appearance. Who wouldn't? Even the brilliant Professor Granger had melted to his seemingly soft white-blonde hair and colourful smirk. It gave Lidia hope that one day she, too, would blossom into a glorious swan the way her favourite Professor had.
"So... penises," Liam smiled.
"Penises." Lidia nodded.
"I have one," said Liam.
"Do you? I hadn't noticed." She gave him a deplorable smile.
"That's just cuz we've been friends for too long," he nudged her in the shoulder. "Look, Lidia, I've been meaning to talk to you about Saturday."
Her heart froze. What if Liam meant to let her down gently? She had seen the way Professor L had moped around the castle after Professor Granger had friend-zoned him hard. Would Lidia also soon possess the slumped shoulders and a vapid stare of a scorned hearted individual as well?
"Oh, look!" she said at once, pointing up to the podium, "Professor Malfoy's about to start. Perhaps we should listen? Here, I've brought extra parchment. You can have some of mine..."
"Lid, I really think we should-"
"Oh. And here's a quill too." She sat down her extras in front of him, cut him off with a crisp smile, and turned her attention to her Potions Professor in an attempt to stop Liam from saying whatever it was he had to say. She didn't need to deal with it right now, in any case. This was school, and she was here to learn.
"Lidia-"
"Hush now, Liam."
She watched the handsome professor clear his throat, grey eyes searching around the room. He tugged at his collar, gave another cough, and said something to Professor Granger off to the side that Lidia couldn't hear. She watched as Professor Granger rolled her eyes and nudged over to the parchment on the podium, giving Professor Malfoy a dangerous glare. She could read Granger's lips on the very last bit of her sentence. '-Think of the-' what was that last word? Lids? List? Little?
Professor Malfoy turned back to the students, a heavy resolve set in his eyes. He narrowed them, utterly perturbed, and began to read out loud from the parchment provided in front of him. "Good evening, students. Tonight, on the subject of se-sexual education, we will be discussing in length -oh, really now, Granger. That's just a bad joke waiting to happen." He smirked, a bit more confident. "In length the topic of the male anatomy, including the..." He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, relaxed his face, opened his eyes, and continued, "Penis, scrotum, and... the testicles." He gave out an anxious sigh and rubbed his chin. "We will also be discussing the topic of ere...erections and semen." Professor Malfoy straightened his posture and nodded to himself as if he were telling himself 'well done, you did it.'
"Thank you, Professor Malfoy," said Professor Granger, clapping. "Now, if I could have everyone's attention to the projector, we will first start off by showing a diagram of the penis. I'd like everyone to pay careful attention to the head, as it will differ from some of you based on circumcision."
Lidia tried not to blush as she turned her attention to the screen, where a drawn diagram of what appeared to be a sad looking snake hung next to an egg sack. She had been fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on how you looked at it) never to have seen a penis in real life. She wondered what it felt like? Was it squishy? Firm? How big was Liam's in comparison to the other boys? Simply for scientific inquiries, of course...
A boy at the Slytherin table raised his hand, catching Lidia's attention. Oh goody. It was Will Black. That stupid, arrogant little shit had been besting her at Potions for the past three exams. Professor Granger called on Will, and he smirked as he asked, "What if mines bigger than the diagram?" He glanced over to a few of the Slytherin girls and winked.
"Excellent question," Professor Granger said, obviously not getting that Will was just trying to exploit a rumour that might or might not be true. "Professor Malfoy, perhaps you'd like to answer Mr Black's question?"
"Look," stated Professor Malfoy, "Don't think I know what you just did there, Black." Ha, so he caught on, did he? "What I can say on this subject won't be worded as eloquently as Professor Granger's medical jargon, but here it goes: the size of the broomstick isn't as important as the way you handle it -if you get my meaning." The students giggled, including Lidia. "And if you treat it with indignity and try to shove it in any broom closet you find, you're going to end up with bent bristles and dents in the handle. So handle your broom with care, would you? -What I mean is -stop flying it at every pretty girl you see, or you're going to end up with a sexually transmitted disease or a baby. Keep it in your pants, gents."
Hermione stared, half mesmerised and half in bewilderment, at Draco and his inventive explanation. When she had asked him to lead this lesson, this wasn't what she had in mind. She'd need to reel it back in quick if she was going to maintain a sense of educative stance on the subject of penises. "Erm... thank you, Professor Malfoy, for that... imaginative speech."
Draco turned his eyes on her and smirked. "Care to take over, Professor?"
That little ferret. Had he really just given one of the most awkward speeches in order to get out of talking about a penis? He had one, for Godric's sake! Hermione knew that she preferred Draco on his own time compared to the Professor he was during the day, but this just added to the theory that he could be bipolar. "Honestly," she muttered to him as she took to the podium, "If you think that display gets you anything off of the list, you're sorely mistaken."
The look she procured from him was priceless, and she set her head high as she addressed the class. "Back to business, then."
"Actually, Professor, I think I -will- go ahead and lead the class..."
"Oh?" She smirked. "Very well. We can do it together."
"Heh, she said 'do it'," Liam chuckled.
Lidia gave him a venomous glare. "Seriously, Liam, grow up."
After Hermione spoke in vigorous detail about the penis, it was time to answer questions, much to Draco's dismay. He had done fairly well at getting back in her good graces, touching on small details with her. The silver lining was that it was much easier to discuss a penis than a vagina to a group of students simply because he had one. There were those that took their education seriously, asking about the true details of puberty stages and when to expect hair 'down there', but then there were others, like Liam Killingsworth, a pudgy little sprout who spent way too much time with voyeur Lidia Cornelia, who just wanted to get a rise out of the classroom.
"My question is for Professor Malfoy," said Liam. Draco gave him a curt nod to continue. "My dad said there're all sorts of potions that can be used when it comes to the bedroom, including enlargement potions. Is that true?"
Draco gave an amused smirk to Hermione and then raised his eyebrows as if to say 'well, you wanted me to get involved, didn't you?' He turned his eyes on Liam and tried very hard not to embarrass the shite out of Lidia in the process. "There's a potion for almost everything, Killingsworth. Though I should add, that if not brewed properly, a potion meant for enlargement can turn into an all out catastrophe that would send you to the infirmary. So," he scanned his eyes around the classroom, "Unless you're experienced in potions at the degree that I am, which you aren't, I wouldn't dare attempt it if I were you."
"I heard that there's a spell that can make it vibrate!" shouted Renaldo from the Slytherin table. Quickly realising he spoke out of turn, he added, "Is that true?"
Draco couldn't recall a spell that did that. Though, if he ever found it, it could be quite fun. He hastily glanced over to Hermione, who shrugged as if she didn't know either. Well, if she was as stumped as he was, then it probably didn't exist. "Not to my knowledge, Renaldo."
Sarah Tumlin was the next to raise her hand. "What happens if a boy has problems performing?"
"Performing? It isn't a circus act," Draco quipped.
"I think she's asking about... performance issues... with holding an erection," Hermione muttered to him.
"Oh. Is that all?" Draco looked back to Sarah. "Most likely he's nervous. But if it happens time and time again, a man should really see a Healer to make sure he's getting proper blood flow. If it is something as simple as circulation, again, there is a potion to help. But any number of things could be a factor, including diet, hormones, stress, high blood pressure, depression, and smoking cigarettes, amongst others." He tilted his head in Hermione's direction, relishing in her impressed stare. In a quieter tone, he told her, "I might have taken to reading your textbook in lieu of not having my book back in my possession."
Yup, he thought confidently. That was most certainly going to earn him back in her good graces. He was really getting the hang of this 'sex talk'. Despite being raised to never bring this sort of stuff up in public, he found it rather liberating to share his knowledge with students. Interesting. And it wasn't as scary as all that, was it? Just a bit of medical jargon every once in a while...
He was -so- getting something off of that list this weekend. He'd just need to find an opportunity amongst the cleaning duties they'd been assigned to as punishment for acting like two rowdy teenagers.
When class ended, Lidia was busy gathering up her parchment and quills when Liam tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Come on, Cornelia. Talk to me."
"What's there to talk about?" she asked meekly, averting her gaze. "We haven't talked about it at all this week, and that's been going over rather well, hasn't it?"
"Lidia." He placed his hand on top of hers. "Are you going to make me say it?"
"Say what?"
"I like you." He blushed and turned his head towards the table. "I mean... I really like you. Like, like-like you, you know?"
Lidia couldn't suppress her smile at his words. "Well, I suppose that does make sense considering you did snog me into the wall behind Zonko's. But I didn't know if maybe you were just doing that because it was Valentine's Day."
"Nah." He chanced a glance at her, and when his eyes caught hers he nearly melted into them. "I mean, I was just afraid that because we've been friends for so long, you might put me in the friend zone the way Professor Granger did to Professor L."
Lidia grinned. "You're no Professor L, Liam."
"Am I Professor Malfoy, then?" he asked hopefully.
She shook her head. "No. You're just Liam, and I rather like you just the way you are."
"Awesome. You wanna go steady with me then?"
Lidia giggled into her hand, looking up to Professor Granger, who seemed to be beaming as she talked to Professor Malfoy. It was all thanks to her that she'd shown enough confidence for Liam to notice. She owed her favourite Professor a fruit basket or whatever you got a teacher you were thankful for.
"Liam," she told him, "I'd love that."
That night, Hermione received what would surely go down as her most awkward knock-at-the-door in her career. Lidia Cornelia met her on the other side, eyes wide as saucers and a blush across her cheeks. "Pr-Professor Granger... could you... could I ask... I-I really don't know how to..." The young girl was still dressed in her school robes, though her tie was missing and a few of the top buttons of her robes were undone. And come to think of it, her hair was a bit dishevelled as well...
"Slow down, Miss Cornelia. What on Earth has got you so uprooted?"
"It... It's personal, Professor. Please, please don't tell anyone that I've told you."
"Alright?" Hermione wondered what exactly her prized pupil had gotten herself into.
"It's Liam... he... oh, this is so embarrassing. -Liam asked me to go steady today, and I got so excited that we started fooling around..." Oh, wow. Hermione was not expecting to hear -that- on the list of things her students would tell her. She tried her best to maintain a serious, Professor face even when on the inside she was completely mortified (albeit, a little bit humbled). "Liam tried to use an enlargement spell... and... it... it went awry... and I just... oh, Professor." Lidia threw her arms around Hermione and hugged her tight. "This is all so embarrassing!"
"Calm down, Miss Cornelia," Hermione soothed, patting the poor girl on the head. "We should get him to the infirmary straight away-"
"-Oh, no, Professor! Please!" Lidia begged. "If word got out around the school that Liam was in the infirmary, then everyone would put two and two together that we'd been trying to fool around! Liam's parents don't know about me, Professor Granger. If they knew that he was seeing someone like me..."
"Someone like you? What on Earth are you going on about? You're wonderful, Lidia." Hermione pried her student off of her long enough to gather up her dress robes, throw them around herself, and push her student to the edge of the stairs. Lidia stood her ground at the last moment, tears in her eyes.
"I'm a muggleborn, Miss Granger. Liam's family are very proud of their heritage. They don't even know we're friends. He'd be completely disbarred from his family if they were to know he almost threw his virginity away to me."
Hermione blinked once, and then she narrowed her eyes. "Miss Cornelia, there are so many things wrong with those statements I don't even know where to begin. But first thing's first, go down to Professor Malfoy's dormitory." She saw Lidia's eyes go wide, but she pressed the urgency, "Tell him that I've sent you, and tell him what's going on. He'll have an anecdote, I'm sure of it. I'll go see to Mister Killingsworth and make sure he isn't discovered by Filch. But you should know," she added, "That I'll be taking house points when this is all through. And we'll be having a nice little chat about this later." She put on her best teacher face, acting as stern as possible.
"Yes." Lidia nodded. "Of course. Thank you. I'll... I'll go to Professor Malfoy at once. Thank you!" She darted down the stairs, Hermione quickly on her heels. She managed to make it to the library in record time without a single sign of Argus, and when she made it to the restricted section she lit the tip of her wand and whispered, "Liam? Liam, it's Professor Granger. Lidia sent me."
She heard a small squeak from the back of the third row of books. Quickly and quietly as she could, she made her way to the source of the sound, discovering Liam doubled over with his back to her. He was moaning unintelligibly.
"Liam?" Hermione whispered. He slowly turned his head, tears in his eyes. They went wide when he saw Professor Granger, but he swallowed his pride and spoke to her.
"It hurts..." He groaned. "I... I tried... wanted to impress..."
"Let me have a look," Hermione offered. Liam's face shook back and forth, and he doubled up further.
"No! No, you're a girl."
"Yes, but I'm also a Healer. Yours would not be the first penis I've treated, Mister Killingsworth. And if you let the spell manifest too long, you'll do permanent damage. So," she grabbed at his shoulder and sat him upright, "Either let me have a look or risk it never working right again."
Liam's eyes glistened up at her in the light from her wand, and after a moment he nodded and scooted back against the bookshelf. His arm was still covering himself, robes draped over his lap like a medical sheet. "D-Don't laugh," he told her, beginning to remove his arm.
"I would never, Liam. I'm a Professional-" Hermione cut herself off, staring down at what appeared to be a penis of enormous size. It was almost like a character of the phallus instead of the actual organ -parts of it were exaggerated, like the veins and the head. It was even larger than the 'thick' ones she'd seen in pornos. Yes, Hermione thought miserably, that she had enjoyed a few pornos in her dry spells. But this took the cake! This poor child must be miserable. The skin around the shaft was tugged tight, and it looked a bit purple. "Oh my word, Killingsworth. What sort of spell did you use?"
"I... I couldn't make a potion, cuz I'm not as good at Potions... as Lidia..." he was huffing breaths between his words because of the pain. "So I thought... maybe... a typical enlarging spell would do the trick..."
"And did you try the counter-spell?" Hermione offered.
"Lidia did. I... oh, bloody hell, it hurts!"
"Shh." She glanced around the library, spotting a bit of light out past the restricted section. "Stay quiet. I'm going to go see if that's Professor Malfoy."
Hermione hopped to her feet, snuffed out her light, and tiptoed back to the edge of the restricted section. Much to her relief, she spotted Draco and Lidia a ways off and waved them down. Lidia smiled solemnly to her Professor and scooted past her to tend to Liam's emotional wounds whilst Draco approached Hermione. He gave a devilish smirk and said, "Gotta say, this isn't how I imagined us sneaking off to the restricted section after hours."
She blushed, favouring a grin, but then caught herself and shook her from her hopeless obsession with getting Draco alone in the restricted section. "Now's not the time for fantasies, Professor. I take it Lidia told you about Liam's... plight?"
"She did." He nodded, putting up his hand between them. Clutched in it was a phial of pink liquid that glimmered with a metallic sheen. "I have to say, the fact that the counter-spell didn't work means that Liam really did a number on his little friend."
"Yeah... it's not so little anymore." Hermione nudged her head in the direction of Liam and led the way. She watched Draco struggle to maintain a sense of composure as he approached the groaning lad and squatted down to eye level with him.
"Mr Killingsworth. Did you learn nothing in the sexual education classroom this evening?"
"Hurts... so bad..."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Take this. Your pecker should be right as rain in a few." He glanced down at the poor boy's appendage and threw Hermione an incredulous look. He shrugged, stifling back a laugh, and walked back over to the Health Professor, setting his hands inside of his robe pockets. "Talk about inflation... Will we be bringing this to the Headmistress?"
"No," she shook her head, glancing back between Lidia and Liam. "Draco, it goes deeper than this. They're us."
"What?" Draco scoffed, turning back to look at the teens. "Cornelia, sure, she's you, but I'm not a pudgy, over-zealous, zit faced prat who enlarged his cock. I'd never need to anyways, as you so clearly have been witness to..."
"That's not what I mean," she sighed. How would she put this? "Liam comes from a pureblood family. Lidia is muggleborn. They're afraid of what will happen if his parents find out that they're dating."
Draco's face was vacant for a moment, taking in her words before he frowned ever so slightly and muttered, "How is that us?"
"Really? You have to ask?"
"Are you insinuating that I'm ashamed of... whatever this is between us?" He jutted out his chin and scoffed. "Frankly, Hermione, that insults me."
"You... you're not ashamed?"
"I paraded you around in front of Weasley, Potter, and the red-head. Do you think I would have done that, or walked around with you in Hogsmeade, or even asked you on a date if I were worried what others might think?"
Hermione hadn't really ever thought of it like that. She'd always thought Draco might have just been using her as an excuse to get back at Ron and Harry on Valentine's... but when he had shown her affection, had he really meant it? Was the aristocratic, self-absorbed Malfoy actually saying he fancied her? Well... he did ask her out to dinner, after all.
"So what happens if your parents find out about you making eyes at me?"
"I don't really give a damn what they think. It's my sex life." He gave her a wink and turned on his heels to face his students. "Feeling better there, cock-strut?"
"Draco..." Hermione warned. "That's a bit unprofessional."
"Hermione, we're hiding out in the restricted section after hours, not giving these two detention and covering for their arses. I think professionalism just kicked itself out of a ten story window."
"Do you think Headmistress McGonagall had to do anything like this when she as a Professor?" Hermione mused. "Or perhaps Snape?"
"Hmph. Severus would have given anyone detention for looking at him the wrong way..."
"Fair point."
Lidia helped Liam to his feet, muttering out thanks after thanks as her boyfriend tucked his now regularly sized penis back into his pants. Draco crossed the space between them in a matter of seconds and glared down at Liam with a heated ferocity. "Killingsworth, we need to have a talk."
"A-Alright, sir?" Liam squeaked out.
"One: I don't care what kind of frivolous nonsense your parents want to instil in your tiny little brain of yours, but you shouldn't ask a girl to be your girlfriend unless you're willing to show her off like a pair of diamond cufflinks. So, I ask you, do you think Miss Cornelia is worth the bit of aggravation that you'll endure for dating someone outside of your social circle?"
Liam glanced over to Lidia and gave a small grin. "Yeah... she's brilliant."
Draco whacked Liam upside the head with his palm. "Then bloody show her some respect! Sneaking off to the restricted section? To what? Deflower her as if she isn't worth a few months of courting, flowers, and compliments? Did your pureblood parents teach you nothing in the ways of wooing a woman?"
"Y-Yes sir, they did..."
"Then get off your bloody bum and do it, Killingsworth. If I so much as hear that you and Miss Cornelia try anything like this again without you courting her for a minimum of six months, you might just find your pumpkin juice spiked with a shrivelling potion that will leave permanent damage to your... little Killingsworth. Do I make myself clear?"
"S-Sir!"
Draco smirked. "Good. And while you're at it, do grow a pair and suck it up to tell your parents that you're dating a fine, upstanding student of Hogwarts. She deserves that, or you don't deserve her at all."
"Great." Draco patted Liam on the head. "I expect you bright and early at breakfast tomorrow and still a virgin." He glanced over to Lidia. "That goes for you as well, Miss Cornelia."
Hermione stood in awe as she watched the two students scamper away, no doubt to hide away back in their dormitories until morning's light. She gave a few soft claps in Draco's direction as he approached her. "That was... inspiring, Professor Malfoy."
"I know." He beamed. "I am rather amazing, aren't I?"
"Don't get a fat head," she chided, nudging him in the shoulder with her own. Draco leaned closer to her, searching her eyes. "W-What?"
"That speech wasn't just for him, you know," he told her, his breath tickling her lips. "I mean it when I say that I'm not ashamed of being seen with you."
"That's... good to know." She tried to beat away the blush from her cheeks with thoughts of cold showers and sad puppies, but nothing would ruin the conviction in which his words held. Bravely, she pushed up on her tip-toes and set her warm lips to his. It was a simple, yet telling kiss. One that said she was appreciative of his words. She pulled away, patted him on the cheek, and said, "I have to say, this evening did not turn out the way I expected it to."
He gave her a sly wink. "I have a feeling you're going to say that about this weekend as well."
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