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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- 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.

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A wonderful lady by the penname of WayMay has helped me so much with this chapter. Please, give her praise in your review, because without her, this chapter wouldn't be possible. She inspired a bit of subplot coming up, so yeah. She needs to be given credit! Thank you WayMay! Our little mini-plot is building. So excited. You guys should see us going back and forth in google docs correcting. It's so funny. I love it. *hearts*
And yes, we're starting the chapter off with Neville. It will be alright. Everyone relax. Neville has a role in this story. We are still hard Dramione shippers here XD
We've waited so damn long, we're sick and tired
I won't leave any doubt or stone unturned
I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company
So maybe tonight I'll be the libertine
Oh show me your love
"Collar Full" by Panic! At The Disco
"So she dumped you, did she?" Ron Weasley asked, biting into his beef stew provided by Molly Weasley. Neville sat at the Burrow kitchen table, having only been here a handful of times before and feeling a tad out of place. Harry and Ginny were sitting at the large table as well, though at the other end and lost in their own conversation about Quidditch. He looked up from his stew and gave Ron a disheartened shrug of the shoulders.
"S'alright, I guess. She was really nice about it, and I understood where she came from. She just doesn't want to damage our friendship if it didn't work out." Neville smiled as Molly passed him a bit of toast to dip into his stew and went back to baking dessert. He watched Ron scrutinize every word as if they were stones that he might overturn and find what was really underneath them all. Then his friend narrowed his eyes and fixed his stare to the window.
"You know that's a line women use when they don't want to hurt your feelings."
"Yeah. I do." He felt his stomach drop -it was one thing to know it, but it was another to hear it from someone else. Someone who, as it were, was an ex-boyfriend of the very woman he'd tried to date (and failed miserably). "But I think Malfoy got the boot as well, so there's a silver lining."
Ron brought his attention back to Neville, face set in a scowl. "I can't believe Hermione would ever think about going out with Malfoy. Doesn't she remember what a git he was in school? Or how he nearly got us killed time and time again all because of some unresolved Daddy issues? He's the worst!"
"Actually, Ron," said Ginny, butting into the conversation, "I do believe Voldemort was the worst. Compared to him, Malfoy's a flobberworm."
"Hmph." Ron crossed his arms. "More like a niffler. Something seemingly harmless until it destroys your entire house."
"Tell me about it," said Neville, "On Sunday he started a massive food fight that took nearly half the day to clean."
"A food fight?" Harry smirked. "Oh yeah. Sounds like a real menace." He waggled his eyebrows at Ron mockingly. "Watch out, Nev, or he's likely to spray silly string all over the school."
"What's silly string?" asked Ron and Neville together.
"Never mind," Harry replied, "Just know that I really think you're blowing this entire situation out of proportion. I mean, Neville even said it himself; she dumped him too. So how about you let loose your knickers out of a twist and settle down."
Ginny nodded. "No offense, Ron, but after your display in Hogsmeade on Valentine's, she probably will never date you again. So you really just need to let it go. Hermione's a big girl. She can date whomever she pleases, and if it's Neville or Malfoy or Nearly Headless Nick, it's none of your concern."
Ron let out another 'harumph.' "I don't care who she dates."
"Sure you don't," Harry teased.
"I don't! I'm over her." Though by the look on Ron's face, thought Neville, he might be lying to himself. "I just think Neville's given up too soon, is all. I'm the one who's dated her, remember? Hermione's as stubborn as they come. She wouldn't know a good thing if it slapped her across the face like a wet fish."
"Sounds like someone else we know," said Ginny. "Have you even tried to apologise to Cho?"
"Don't change the subject. I mean it. I think Neville's got a fair shot. If Hermione's not dating anyone, then she's just waiting for someone to take charge." Ron put his hands on the table and looked to Neville. "You like her, right?"
"Y-Yeah, I mean… erm… yeah." Neville nodded slowly. "But, look – I think she's already given me the red light. I shouldn't push my luck."
"And what if Malfoy pushes his? He's a slithering little snake who'll sneak up and try to hurt her. We all know it." He gave a soft shrug. "I mean, do what you want, Neville. It's your love life. But if you don't try again, I'm going to."
Neville stared wide eyed at Ron, surprised by the challenge. There was the friendly part of him that would gladly step aside and concede, but over the years, he'd seen the way Ron had treated Hermione. They'd been good at the beginning, but there was hardly any chemistry there anymore. And Hermione would always find a way to forgive him, because she would always hold a candle to her first love. If Ron really found a way back into her life again, it would be a disaster. A relationship that would end in tears and heartache. He couldn't bring himself to subjugate Hermione to something like that, so he narrowed his eyes, set his chin, and said, "Fine. I'll do it. I'll try again."
"That's the spirit, Neville!" Harry cheered.
"You will?" Ron squeaked out.
"I really don't think that any of you boys should be interfering in Hermione's love life," interjected Ginny.
"I will." Neville said, nodding his head.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Harry.
"I don't mean right now," Neville told them, "I couldn't get a word in edgewise with her today anyways. McGonagall's put her and Malfoy on caretaker duties for the food fight fiasco."
"Hermione was involved in the food fight?"
"Yeah. With Malfoy. He started the whole thing over a book. Hermione got fed up and picked back. They ended up doing a bang up job on the Great Hall."
"Over a book?" Ginny strummed her fingers atop the table, thinking. "What was the conversation, exactly?"
"Oh, you know. Something about Hermione finding Malfoy's book, referring to him as a poor soul… Malfoy said he wanted the book back. Hermione refused. Malfoy threw a strawberry at her. Then more. And then Hermione dumped an entire bowl of blueberries onto his head."
"Blueberries?" She put her hands to her mouth and giggled.
"What's so funny, Gin?" Ron sneered.
"Oh.. Oh, nothing. Just… something Hermione wrote me about in a letter… um…" She blushed a deep shade of scarlet and giggled a bit more. "Oh my… um… Neville. I don't think you really have a chance at all."
"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, "That's no way to build him up!"
"What?" She rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying that I think that… well… I don't think things with her and Malfoy have ended, is all."
"What makes you say that?" Neville asked timidly. His stomach dropped again. "He was acting all quiet around her. He looked like he didn't want to even look her in the eye -I mean, that's what happens when you get dumped."
"Or," Ginny offered, "He was just trying to be professional around the other professors."
Harry, Ron, and Neville exchanged nervous glances. Harry was the one to speak first. "Come on, Gin. You don't really believe they're seeing each other?" He eyed her over. "You know something."
"No!" She said, a bit too quickly. "I don't know a thing. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell any of you because it's none of your business!" She jumped up from her chair and stalked out of the room, growing redder by the second. Ron's eyes followed Ginny until she was out of eyesight, and then he turned back around to the men.
"Sounds like you better get in there while you can, mate."
"Yeah… But… Ginny's probably wrong, right? I mean… no way Hermione's really interested in Malfoy…" Harry rubbed his chin, floating away into his inner thoughts.
Neville stared down at his soup, all appetite lost. He'd have to start paying more attention to Malfoy and Hermione in school to ascertain the situation. Hopefully, he thought, Ginny was just blowing smoke and there was nothing behind it all. But if there were, he'd have to find a way to pull Hermione out of it before she was in too deep. After all, that's what friends were for, right?
"You're doing that all wrong," Hermione said, eyeing over the spot on the floor Malfoy had just swept. As per punishment standards required by McGonagall, they were both forbidden from using magic while taking on Filch's extra chores around the school. This afternoon, it was sweeping up the Ravenclaw corridors and dusting every painting that hung in the halls. Hermione volunteered to do the dusting, but she had half a mind to do it all just so that they wouldn't have to go over everything again because Draco couldn't sweep manually worth a rusty spoon.
He glanced up at her as she stood atop the ladder provided to reach the higher paintings and sneered, "I don't need you to tell me how to sweep, Hermione. I'm perfectly capable of doing this."
"Obviously not," she told him, "Because you're missing all of the edges -and where is your pile? You're supposed to make a pile, not just throw the dirt to and fro."
"Tell you what. Maybe if I could pull this broom out of your arse, because that's obviously where it's wedged, you might lighten up and stop taking this so seriously."
They'd been at each other's throat most of the morning after discovering that they would be doing everything the muggle way, and Hermione knew that she was to blame for Draco's poor attitude. But then again, if he'd do things the right way, she wouldn't have need to nag him at every little task.
"You should take this as seriously as possible. If Filch comes back and sees that you haven't done what you're supposed to, he's going to make us do it all over again. Didn't your parents ever teach you to clean properly?"
"Yeah. With magic!" He tossed the broom down on the floor and crossed his arms, pouting. "This is entirely beneath me."
"Yes. And now the broom is, too. So maybe you try picking it up and giving it a real go, then?"
"I dare you to come down off that high tower of yours and say that to my face."
"Fine. I will." She chucked her duster in his direction, bits of dust scattering into the air and landing on his head. He brushed at the air, annoyed, as Hermione climbed down from her ladder, scooped up the broom, and shoved it back in his hand. "Sweep better." A couple of first year students giggled as they passed, whispering little titters that didn't matter much except that it was very annoying to have them walk right through the messy hall and muck it up further. She gave out a sigh, took the broom, and made the motions of a proper sweep, going along the edges and gathering the dust into a little pile near the wall. "This is how you sweep. Not whatever it was you thought you were doing."
"Surprising how you know how to clean so well," said Draco, grabbing the top of the handle from behind her. He was so close that she could feel the warmth radiating from her body, and she shuddered. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Considering you're such a dirty girl."
Oh, I'll show him dirty, she thought, but then scolded herself. Now is not the time to be perverse, Hermione. Your mission is to clean the castle. You shan't let any man sway you from the importance of a good discipline. Of course, Draco could discipline you, and I don't think you'd mind much…
She shook her head, released the broom, and sidestepped away from him, turning to face those pewter-colored eyes. "You're one to talk," she quipped, going over and picking up the duster. She came back with it, brandishing it like a wand and waving it towards his perfectly combed hair. Draco eyed it carefully, taking a step back. Hermione jutted it out, and he laughed, moving away. "Oh, come on, Professor Malfoy. Don't you want to be a dirty boy?" A wide grin set across her face.
Draco smirked, knocking the duster out of her hand with the hilt of his broom. Hermione pretended to gasp and went to retrieve it. As she leaned down to pick it up, Draco slipped the handle of the broom under her robes and pried them up ever so slightly. Hermione gasped for real this time, whipping around and tossing the duster directly into his face. Draco coughed as a sea of dust engulfed his nostrils, and he took a few steps back, thumping his chest to clear his lungs. He glared playfully up at her and said, "What was that for?"
"You know exactly what it was for." She gave him a curt nod and pointed to the broom. "Sweep."
"You're no fun at all, are you?" He grinned and tossed the duster back to her. She caught it, smiled, and shrugged in response. Suddenly, her stomach gurgled -loudly. Draco smirked as she clutched at her middle. "Hungry?"
She blushed. "A bit. The sun's setting, and all I've had to eat is a bit of oatmeal this morning and some tea."
"I can't say I've had much more than that. Let's try to finish this up and maybe we can make it back to the Great Hall in time to scrounge up dinner."
She nodded in agreement and climbed back up the ladder. As she set to work on a painting of Perpetua Fancourt, the creator of the Lunascope, she called back down to him, "So, I have a question for you."
"Why does that never surprise me?" He called back up to her. He began to sweep, but this time taking in the important details of Hermione's lesson and gathering up the bits of dust he found into a pile. "Well, go ahead, inquisitive Gryffindor. You're going to bully me till you ask anyway."
Hermione smiled ever so slightly, focusing on the detailed edges of the painting with the duster. Perpetua didn't seem at all pleased with being dusted and left the painting at once. In fact, most of the paintings had already vacated their canvases to seek friends elsewhere. Apparently, listening to two professors ramble on was not on their to-do list. "When you scolded Liam the other night, you said something that… made me wonder… You told him that while courting Lidia, he was to wait six months of wooing her before ever attempting to further their physical relationship."
"Yeah. So?"
"Is that common amongst purebloods?"
"Typically. I've told you before, taking things to the final level with someone usually requires a promise of betrothal, or at least that's the way amongst my parents' generation."
"And ours?" she asked gently.
"I mean, it varies. Some wait, some don't. But what Liam did was just plain idiocy at its finest. He barely knows the girl, aside from their friendship and what he thinks his hormones are telling him."
"So is that why you told him to wait? So that he could get to know her better?"
"If he's going to give it all up to someone, might as well take the journey instead of rushing into it. Especially if he's going to lose it to someone outside of his social status. He needs to think long and hard about what kind of complications will arise from it before he subjects that girl into his family drama."
"I see…" Hermione was quiet for a time. The painting was thoroughly dusted, but she couldn't bring herself to move down the ladder and be face-to-face with him at the moment, so she kept going over every nook and cranny of the frame. Her heart began to race as a question loomed over her head, begging to be asked. She tried to push it away, but it was there to stay. She gave up, mustering up all the courage she had to ask, "So why did you ask me to dinner, then?"
She could hear the bristles stop their attack on the floor, and she practically felt his eyes boring into the back of her head. She didn't dare turn around in fear of just what those eyes would tell her if she were to look at them.
"What do you mean?" His voice was even and vacant of emotion.
"Well, I mean… you and I have… done some things… and you didn't court me or woo me in any fashion. So, by your logic, I'm not someone you're trying to court by any means -and I'm not saying that I thought that I was, because I never did -but… well… you shouldn't have asked me to dinner, then, should you? Because I don't mean to you what Lidia does to Liam and I… oh, I sound like an idiot." She slammed her duster down on the top of the ladder.
There was a silence, and then, "Most days, yes you do. -But not right now." Another silence. "Look, am I reading into this correctly? Are you asking me why I made the effort in courting you if I'm also trying to get under your robes?"
"But you really weren't trying to court me," she said quickly, "And I'm saying that it's alright. And that you don't have to invite me to dinner because you feel as if you have to in order to follow some silly pureblood traditions…"
"Is that what you think I'm doing?"
"Isn't it?"
"Why don't you come down from that tower again, and we'll have a chat."
"We're chatting perfectly well from our current positions."
"Granger." His voice grew sterner. "Get off the damn ladder and face me. Are you a Gryffindor or aren't you?"
The goading shouldn't have gotten to her, but it did, and she gave a hefty sigh before climbing down the ladder and turning on her heels to face him. What she didn't expect was him to be so close- practically caging her against the metal frame. She took a step up the ladder in an attempt to match his height, but failed. At least, from this height, he appeared slightly less intimidating. His face was set in a practical sneer, and his eyes ran over every detail in her face before he gently caressed the side of her cheek with his fingers.
"You and I aren't Lidia and Liam," he said, an undercurrent of insistence in his voice.
"I know," she whispered back.
"I don't think you do. -I meant, we're not them because we're not two hormonal teenagers who've never been intimate with anyone before. Just because I want into those pretty little knickers of yours doesn't mean that it's the only thing I find enjoyable about you. Do you understand?"
"Sure…" She made to step off the ladder and escape this brutal conversation before it took an uglier turn, but he stepped forward and blocked her in -well, not necessarily blocked. She could probably still get away if she wanted to, but having him so close made her forget the need to leave.
"I asked you to dinner because I fancy courting you. And I'm doing this because I think you're rather beautiful, and I can't help myself."
Her eyes went wide, and her heart beat like a drum inside her chest. "D-Doing what?" Draco smirked, glanced around the empty hallway, scooped her up over his shoulder playfully, and hoisted her into the air. "Malfoy!" she squeaked, "What on Earth do you think you're doing? Put me down!"
"No," he told her simply, carrying her down the hallway. He halted about halfway down, but because Hermione was dangling over his shoulder she couldn't see why he had stopped. Then she heard the sound of a door clicking open (possibly by magic), and she felt his hands wrap firmly around her to set her back down on her feet again. Hermione glanced behind her once she was on the ground and realized he had put them at the entryway of a broom closet. She opened her mouth to object, but he shut her up with a fiendish kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of her. His mouth was so warm and inviting that she forgot all about retaliating, even when he broke the kiss and shoved her in, following closely behind her.
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