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The Price Of Knowledge	By : HappilyJaded Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 51702 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-The Price of Knowledge
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Epilogue
- 16
- 17
- 18
The Price of Knowledge

Chapter Seventeen

Other Gryffindors were noticing the strain between Harry and myself. It had been a week since he had spied on Draco and me in the library. Every time I entered the common room, he left. At dinner, we ignored each other. He stopped studying in the library altogether, claiming it was either too crowded or too noisy. Ron bought the noisy excuse, as unbelievable as it was. It was a bloody sanctuary for crying out loud � you could, at most times, hear a pin drop. But Ron stood by Harry.
Ron didn�t feel the tension between us, or he didn�t show it. I was more inclined to believe the former. Ron tended to be pretty thick. He had also started �dating� Bella Blueseaweed, a sixth year Hufflepuff. And by dating, I mean snogging. On my Wednesday night patrol after curfew, I caught them on one of their �dates.� I let them both off rather easily � I didn�t take a single point or assign detention. Ron was surprised by that, and in fact, patted me on the back. �I knew you couldn�t be mad about that whole copying thing forever. If anything, I think you might have eased off because of it. Good show, old girl. I owe you, mate.�
Ron was brilliant at putting his foot in his mouth. I had somewhat forgiven him for the incident in the Great Hall. Ron was sort of correct when he made those assumptions. Before my Day of Reckoning (as I have now coined it since referring it to the day I peeved on Draco wanking wasn�t as poetic) I was uptight and high strung and generally annoying. I was so concerned with pleasing everyone around me; I didn�t really take into consideration myself. I wanted to have friends, so I felt it was acceptable to let them copy my hard work as incentive to be my friends so. I thought I was intelligent when really, I lacked wisdom. Life couldn�t be learned in a book.
I could have laughed at myself. I felt out of sorts, not like myself. It wasn�t a horrible feeling though. It was heck on my nerves, but I wasn�t afraid, I was excited. This change, albeit gradual, felt right. I felt stronger, smarter than every before.
Not that obtaining Outstandings wasn�t a priority, or getting into a prestigious Wizarding University or obtaining an apprenticeship wasn�t desired. If anything, this newfound sense of self made me appreciate them more. I knew now that there was more beyond work and studying and that made me happier than I had ever felt. I was maturing. Even my Mum had commented as much in her letters. Mind you, there was a lot of �Oh my little girl isn�t so little anymore!� mumbo-jumbo that I skipped, but that was the overall impression.
If only that silly git Harry Potter could stop being such a prat and realize how positive this change was for me. He was under the impression I was being duped, that the change was just about sex with Draco. I thought of writing him, explaining everything from the start. Surely he had noticed the changes, why else would he have approached me about it that one day after class? He saw I was different, attractive. He seemed ready to act on it, and then the whole Draco thing reared its head�
He wasn�t�jealous, was he?
No. Blimey, no way! Why be jealous of a smug prat like Draco Malfoy anyway?
Unless�
Harry fancied Ginny, not me. I was being delusional. Besides, what would I do with him? I didn�t fancy him. He was so�reactive and controlling. I looked down at the fading bruise on my wrist. No, I wasn�t going to explain myself to him. He was going to have to apologize to me first. Physical violence is no way to solve your problems. Harry was obviously lacking control and attempting to find it in others. Maybe he needed a Day of Reckoning, himself. Or a really good shag. That had helped me.
I pushed those ideas away. I had to stop thinking about Draco, completely. In fact, on top of my recent revelations, getting back on top of my classes, completing my detentions, and thinking about Harry, I spent whatever was left of my time thinking about Draco. We had another quickie after dinner two days ago � he had cornered me in the Dungeons and brought us both panting under the stairs. It had been brief but incredibly enjoyable, reminiscent of a naughty dream.
That amendment to the contract - upon further examination � bloody brilliant. Wish I had thought of it, actually.
So, it was Thursday night and I was in bed early, right after finishing my detention. I debated reading ahead, or finishing my latest book, �Magical Medical Miracles and The Mediwitch Behind Them,� when I could have sworn I heard my name. I sat up in bed, and peeked through the curtains. It was nearly midnight, both Lavender and Parvati�s curtains were closed and the candles were out save mine.
�I know you�re awake, Granger.�
�Blimey!� I jumped. �Draco?�
�Shh. Not so loud. Unless you want the other girls to hear, you better be quiet. Unless you want them involved. Kinky.�
His voice was soft, like a whisper, when the magic was revealed�the earrings. He was using them. My fingers immediately went to my earlobe. �The earrings, they are like a telephone,� I whispered back. I realized he probably had no idea what I was referring too, so I began explaining: �A telephone is a device that-�
�Yeah, I know what a telephone is. I�m not bloody daft.� The irritation was evident in his tone.
�Sorry. I didn�t expect to be able to talk to you, like this. Um, do you listen in very often?� Please don�t say while I�m talking to my friends, please don�t say while I�m in the shower whimpering his name while I come, please don�t say�
�Not really. Unless something piques my interest, I couldn�t care less. Although I must say, Lavender doesn�t look like she has a rash-�
�Not one word, Malfoy, not one single word,� I warned.
�Not even if I wanted to. I want to know what you are doing.�
�Nothing, really. Thinking.�
�Are you in bed?� As if he would ask me what I was thinking about!
�Yes,� I answer evenly.
�What are you wearing?�
�You�re trying to get us caught for pseudo phone sex?� I scoff, biting the last words down lest I wake either of the girls.
�Well, no shite. Unless you can sneak away to Salazar�s chamber with me for a go.�
�No�if I get caught out after curfew, Professor McGonagall will probably have my arse for breakfast.� I sigh.
�So, you didn�t answer my question. What are you wearing?�
�A ripped white t-shirt and my dad�s old pajamas pants.�
�For Merlin�s sake, Granger, when the bloke you�re fucking asks what you are wearing, always be wearing nothing. Or silk. Not your usual ripped jammies. Are you trying to kill my horn or what? Shite! Try again, and try harder. What are you wearing?�
�I�m wearing a short, black, silk slip with lace along the edges.� I imagine.
�Do you have your wand?�
�Yes.�
�Transfigure those man-killers into that. You need to feel the fabric under your fingers while I talk to you.�
I grabbed my wand from my nightstand and quickly Transfigured my ugly, yet delightfully comfortable, pajamas into a sexy little night dress I had almost ordered through the Owl Posts. While my wand was out, I thought ahead and cast a silencing charm around my bed.
�Cheater.�
�No, smart. Now I can be as loud as I want to be.� I heard him groan, so I pick up where he left off. �So I�m wearing this little slip. What do you want me to do now?�
�I want you to run your hands over the fabric. Tell me what it feels like.�
�Smooth. Slightly cool against my skin. It almost feels like I�m wearing nothing,� I add as an afterthought.
�Good use of imagery. Now, I want your hands slowly gliding over the lace. Where are you touching yourself, now?�
�The lace is along the bottom hem, just over my upper thigh, and along the cups of the bodice, covering my breasts.�
�I want you to take the hem and draw it up. I want your hands to act as if they were my hands, touch the places I would touch. Right now, I want that lacy hem to move up over your center and I want your legs open. Are they spread for me, Hermione?�
�Yes.�
�I hope you aren�t touching yourself too intimately yet, because I want to caress your hips and stomach. The skin there is so soft. How does it feel to touch it through the silk?�
�It feels�wonderful. I�m shivering.�
�I know you are, I can feel it. Stroke your upper thighs, Hermione, run your nails against them. How do you feel?�
�I am�aroused.�
�Tell me. How are you aroused?�
�My breasts�ache. My nipples are hard. My stomach feels like it�s knotted. My panties are damp.�
�Then they have to go. Take them off�� I quickly slide them down my legs and cast them aside. I lie back down. �Your breasts. I want you to touch them. Squeeze them. I want your hands full.�
I cup my breasts and begin to knead them, my thumbs pressing against the nipples. I moan slightly.
�With your left hand, keep touching your breast. I want you to start touching yourself lower with your right. I want you to stroke your labia, but not go inside.�
�But��
�No buts, not tonight. Are you stroking yourself?�
�Yes�but it�s not enough, Draco.�
�I know it isn�t. I want you to take your index finger and run it along your slit. I want it to graze your clit and push your finger inside yourself. What does it feel like?�
�It feels�wonderful, but I need more. I�m really wet.�
�I know you are, but I�m not going to let you come just yet. You can stoke yourself, but slowly. Wet your fingers in your cunt and rub your clit in large Ss.�
�Oh...�
�Faster, now. I want you to fuck yourself with your left hand. I want your fingers in your beautiful pussy while you stroke yourself.�
�Uh�oh�it feels, so�good��
�Yes�. that�s it. Harder. I want you to imagine your fingers are my cock and I am thrusting into you. I want you to imagine that I am lying on top of you, imagine me fucking you.�
�Faster, Draco� I�m going to come.�
�Imagine my mouth on your breasts and my dick deep inside you�my hands��
�On my hips. You�re holding onto me.�
�Mmm, yes. Yes, I am holding onto you.�
�Pushing me against you so you can fuck me harder.�
�Now you�re getting the hang of it.�
�My legs�are around your waist. I�m rubbing so hard at my nub�and squeezing your bum. Your skin�is covered in sweat because you don�t want to come before me. I kiss if off you. You taste salty, sexy.�
�Are you coming, Hermione?�
�Almost��
�And as I pound into you, I�m watching you. I�m watching you as we fuck and Merlin, you are fucking gorgeous�Gods, Hermione, please, come before I do��
�Fuck!� A mighty orgasm ripped through me as I imagined it all, our sweaty bodies, furiously copulating, groping, fighting to climax. The erotic aftershocks rushed through my being and it was moments before I heard Draco�s faint grunt. �Oh my God,� I said as I came down.
�Correction, oh my Draco.�
�Shut it, you smug prat.� I rolled my eyes.
�Granger, I think I have every reason to be smug and a prat so don�t complain now.�
�Well, maybe. But your shouldn�t let it go to your head.�
�You�re right. I should let you give me head.�
�That�s not what I said.�
�That doesn�t matter,� he dismissed. �But this was just what I needed to take the edge off tonight. Thanks for being such an active participant.�
�Oh, it was my pleasure,� I jest.
�Blimey, you think your funny when you�re post-coital?"
�I don�t think, period.� I pause and realize it�s now become true. Perhaps that�s why I liked to orgasm so much � it took my mind off everything else and allowed me to focus on pleasure rather than reality. It also made for some strange bedfellows. �Why did you want me to stroke myself in Ss?�
�S is for Slytherin. I would have thought a brain like you would have made the connection. Not so brilliant in the throes of passion, are we?�
�Shut it.�
�This Saturday is a Hogsmeade weekend.�
�And?�
�And most of this bloody school will be in the village. Stay here. Come up with something. Meet me in Salazar�s chamber. I want to shag you properly, in a real bed, not against a wall or via the earrings. Although those little things are worth every penny. We should do this again.�
�Okay�oh, shite. I promised Ginny we would spend some time together.� I thought about it. Ginny had blown me off for guys before; it couldn�t be horrible to return the favor, could it? �I�llm get out of it. I�ll meet you after lunch.�
�No, come before. I have an idea.�
�I don�t know if I like the sound of that.�
�You should realize by now almost all my ideas involve you coming and thus you should be in favor of them. Really, Granger, what do you have to lose?�
Famous last words.
I agreed, bade him good night and resolved to take the earrings out except for when I was in bed.

Tbc�
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