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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Comparing Notes, Boys, and Friends

Hermione walked into the common room, arms full of books she’d just picked up from the library, bag slung over her shoulder, feeling equal parts naughty and elated. She’d spent way too long in the dungeon with Draco, nearly missing dinner, and had to think of an excuse for where she had been.
“How did Weasley ever keep up with you?” Draco had drawled after two hours of what had felt like him forcing her to cum, over and over again, only climaxing twice more himself.
“He didn’t.” She had admitted, feeling satisfied and sore, her ass stinging where he had spanked her, her clit feeling super sensitive, and her body aching from some of the positions he’d taken her in.
“Hermione!” Ginny was hurrying towards her from a chair by the fireplace, a look of determination in her eyes. “Can you look over my homework for me, pleeeease?” She said, holding up a roll of parchment.
“Sure, let me set all of this in my dormitory, and I’ll help you out.” She said, unable to deny her best friend anything right then.
“I’ll help you carry.” Ginny offered, taking some of the books from Hermione and following her up the stairs.
She set the books in a teetering pile on her bedside table, helping Ginny with her load of literature.
“What subject is the homework?” She asked, eyeing her pile of books warily, hoping they wouldn’t fall.
“I lied about the homework, I just wanted an excuse to follow you up,” she grinned wickedly at her older friend, flopping on her bed and getting comfy. “Tell me everything!” She said, sounding rather girlish as she smirked and watched Hermione. “Of course she didn’t buy my excuse, she’s not as thick as those two.” Hermione thought silently, letting her grin spread wide, thinking of what she’d done.
“We made up.” She said happily, hoping Malfoy stayed civil.
“That’s great!” Ginny exclaimed, bouncing lightly as Hermione sat next to her. “What happened exactly?” She prompted, her eyes gleaming with triumph for her mate.
“I did what you suggested and apologized first,” Hermione said, to a nod from her friend. “And then he just… opened up. Started telling me how he felt, about the sex, about himself, the whole thing.” Ginny was listening intently, not interrupting as Hermione recounted her afternoon.
“But then, things got… heated.” She explained, grinning and remembering how easily she’d used his given name, moaned it.
“Was it just as good as the first time?” Ginny asked, finally cutting in.
“Better. It was shorter, but then we went again. For an hour and a half.” Hermione said, bewildered that she’d spent two hours of her afternoon with Draco Malfoy, and would do it again in a heartbeat. “I swear, Ginny, he got better, not worse.” Hermione alleged, wondering how he’d even managed to come up with some of the things he’d done to her. Some had been humiliating, others blissful, but she had enjoyed every minute of it.
“Now I know he’s not real. He doesn’t have a name, and he’s a perfect lover? I’m not buying it,” she said, shaking her head but grinning. “Well, I can think of a few people worse than an imaginary boyfriend…” Ginny said, giving Hermione a look that said some things were best not to think about.
“Like Ron.” Hermione said, the words slipping out of her mouth too quickly. Ginny snorted in laughter, assuring Hermione she hadn’t been out of line.
“Well, it could be worse even than Ron. It could be Malfoy!” Ginny laughed, her words making Hermione turn bright red, and stiffen with guilt.
“Yeah…” Hermione tried to agree quickly to cover her embarrassment, but the feigned laugh that came out of her mouth was all wrong. Ginny was looking at her with a calculating expression.
“Oh god! It IS Malfoy!” Ginny shrieked in shock, launching up from the bed, and staring at Hermione with a mixture of horror, and disbelief.
“SHH!” Hermione hissed, yanking out her wand and pointing it at the door. “Muffliato!”
Ginny’s mouth was hanging open, gaping at her best friend. Hermione’s mind spun, preparing for the worst possible reaction.
“It’s not that bad, Ginny!” Hermione tried to counter her friend’s unspoken worries. “He’s feeling a bit confused, but I think he’s actually coming around!”
“Malfoy? Coming around?” Ginny didn’t believe it, but sat back on the bed, lowering her voice. “Hermione, what if he’s just using you? He could do something awful! What if he tells his friends?!”
“He can’t tell them any more than I could tell Ron or Harry,” Hermione assured her, remembering the pained look on his face. “In fact, he had some very strong feelings about what they thought, and still chose to spend the afternoon with me. As for ‘using me’ – the same could be said of myself, Ginny…”
“He’s their ringleader. You really think they’re going to shun him for having sex?” Her words stung, and Hermione could see her point. She’d been hoping that if it came down to it, Draco wouldn’t make up some lie or humiliate her just to save face. It was a lot of hoping. But was it worth the risk?
“Ginny, I know what I saw. He was practically in tears over what his friends would think of him if they found out. And his family. He’s too scared to tell anyone! And if neither of us tells, no one will know!” She said, hoping she was as right as she convinced herself she was.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Ginny promised immediately, and then her eyes widened.
“…Malfoy?” She hissed, as if for confirmation. Hermione nodded, letting her head fall into her hands.
“Now you know why I didn’t want to tell.” Hermione said, feeling miserable with all of her previous elation replaced new worries.
“Now I know why you were so upset about it,” Ginny countered, giving Hermione an understanding look. “Malfoy: great in bed, but shite at manners.” She joked, chuckling to herself, but still visibly shaken.
“Are you going to do it again?” She asked after a moment of pensive silence, giving Hermione an impish grin. Hermione smirked back, feeling a spark of enthusiasm at the thought.
“I don’t know,” she said, wondering if Malfoy would even be able to deal with it happening twice. “I’m not going to say no if he offers…” She clarified, giggling at the thought of Malfoy sending her a note asking to meet her.
“Well, I wish you luck.” Ginny said, seeming to have warmed to the idea a bit, even though she still seemed apprehensive.
“Ginny… He has a really cute smile when he lets his guard down.” Hermione felt weird admitting this, but had to share it nonetheless, knowing she couldn’t tell anyone else.
“Well, he’s not ugly… Just an ignorant git,” Her friend replied, laughing and giving it a thought, before asking, “What’s he like?”
“In bed or when he’s not being a prat?” Hermione asked.
“Both.” Ginny replied, genuinely interested.
“Well, when he’s not being an ass, he’s actually pretty funny,” She admitted, recalling his wand jibe, “But he has a boy’s sense of humor. He’s still pretty full of himself, but he manages to make it seem charming, especially when he’s trying to get into your knickers.” Ginny laughed, and waited for her to continue.
“In bed? He’s a bit rough,” Hermione showed Ginny her shoulder, the bruises and hickeys that he hadn’t appeared to be thinking about. “But it’s a good kind of rough. Never too hard or mean. And he’s actually really skilled with his hands… And mouth...” She blushed at this, remembering just how good he’d been. “It’s like he’s not satisfied until I’ve come at least a billion times.”
“Jeez. That’s lucky. I’ve heard some guys don’t even think about anything but their own…” She gestured to her privates and laughed, not having much experience of her own.
“I kind of feel bad for Lavender…” Hermione said, thinking of how unsatisfying Ron had been. Maybe that’s why they were always all over each other? Trying to make up in time what they lacked in talent.
Ginny laughed at Hermione’s comment, and Hermione considered herself extremely lucky to have a friend as accepting and sympathetic as Ginny.
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