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Chapter 2

Draco
was pacing around the common room, fuming.

The
whole thing was so humiliating!


He was going to have to �pleasure� Granger in a variety of ways while
being carefully monitored by the teacher�s staff to insure that he wouldn�t be
crossing any boundaries.

Please! As if he would! It was Granger!

If
he had any choice in the matter, he would grope her through a
sheet.

Fine,
Draco supposed she wasn�t all that unattractive, but her annoying
personality sure took away any little charm she might possess. Sure, Granger was prettier than Pansy,
whom he had bedded numerous times, but there was something about Granger that
just screamed, �Don�t touch me�.

Probably
because she had more or less said those very words to him
before.

It
was as if she was trying to be the exact opposite of what she, a girl, was
expected to be. She didn�t care about hair, clothes �she never wore high heels
either- or make-up; her main aspiration wasn�t to become the skinniest girl in
her class, she didn�t even seem very interested in boys, and most of all was she
smarter than all of Hogwart�s males, including several teachers.

Granger
renounced every asset in which a man could claim he was somewhat superior
towards women.




Additionally, she was a Mudblood.
If Muggles and Muggleborns denied the knowledge that it was in their best
interest to quietly lay down and die, the least they could do was to accentuate
their inferiority to Purebloods. It
really didn�t help to have a Mudblood strutting around Hogwarts as if she owned
the place and getting higher marks than the Purebloods. Draco had made it his person goal to
beat Granger�s grades, but that had just seemed to motivate her into studying
harder.


And now he was going to have to touch her. Perhaps it was his own blemish for not
reading the footnotes, but that knowledge still didn�t help the matter.

Then,
when he had kissed Granger, as he had been told to do, he got punched in the
face for it.

That
was just swell! It seemed he
just couldn�t get away with anything
anymore! Whatever the hell
happened to just plain detention? Did it go out of fashion all of the
sudden? He was Head Boy for
Merlin�s sake! Doesn�t it count for
anything?


Draco was pulled out of his
musings when he heard the portrait hole swing open. He turned around and saw a very
disgruntled Head Girl entering their shared common room. The way she entered the room made it
seem as if she was unaffected by what had happened before, yet something about
her body language told Draco she was just putting on a show of strength.


�So... had your fun?�
Granger huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.


�Not really,� Draco smirked.
�Biology never interested me much.�


�No,� Granger said with an icy glare. �Potions seems more up your alley. It�s a pity you�re too thick-headed to
notice the footnotes.�


Draco�s anger flared at that.


�No one insults my intelligence and gets away with it, Granger,� he
drawled. �Especially not
some silly, little Mudblood.�


�Still on that, are you?� Granger said dryly.

�It hurts, doesn�t it Granger?� Draco sneered. �Knowing that the only way to get a man
to touch your bushy-haired, dirty-blooded self is by messing around with lust
potions.�


Granger didn�t show any outward signs to indicate that Draco�s words had
affected her, but something in her eyes told him he had struck a nerve.




�If I recall correctly, you were the one to mess around with those
potions,� Granger retorted. �Was
your status of Hogwart�s male-slut beginning to dim and you needed a little
pick-me-up? I wouldn�t worry too
much Malfoy, because I heard your reputation was still quite
safe.�


Draco snorted derisively.


�And you think I would choose you to help my reputation?� Draco said mockingly. �My, my, Granger aren�t we cocky?�


�Don�t give me cheek, Malfoy,� Granger spat.


�If �cheek� is the only thing I�ll have to give you in the coming few
days, I think we�ll both be fortunate,� Draco said smugly.


Granger frowned, trying to decipher the innuendo Draco was
making.


�Oh, shut up!� she spat, her face suddenly turning red as it sank in on
what he had meant.


�Your retorts are getting sloppy, Granger,� Draco said. �What�s the problem? There�s no more blood left in your brain
to make you able to engage in a decent session of verbal sparring? Now, now, I wonder where it seeped off
to...�


Granger gaped at him in astonishment.


�I can�t believe you... How can you... That�s just-� she stammered
indignantly, but soon found her voice again. �Just make sure you�re at my disposal
when I need you!�


Draco smirked.


�Granger... so forceful,� he said, clucking his tongue in a suggestive
manner. �How kinky. I love it.�


In response, Granger glowered at him with the infamous Granger-glare,
then turned around and angrily retreated towards her room.


Draco chuckled as he saw her slamming the door behind
her.


It appeared he had finally found a topic that made the Head Girl
tongue-tied.

*


Hermione hurriedly slammed the door behind her as she marched into her
bedroom. She flopped herself unto
her bed and buried her face in her pillow.
She would be quite happy to have it taped there so she would never have
to show her face in public again.
Never in her life had she been so completely and utterly humiliated.

Why?!

Why
did this have to happen to her?

WHY?!?!

Hermione
just wanted to vomit. Actually, she
had done so a several minutes ago, instantly after Malfoy had left the hospital
wing, but she could already feel the second round churning around in her
stomach.

A
lust potion?

Off
all the things Malfoy could have done to embarrass her he had to go and take out
the big guns, didn�t he? And even
worse: half of the teachers� staff now knew about it. She was Head Girl for god�s sake, she
couldn�t afford to look... weak!
Even if Madame Pomfrey had been the only one to actually witness
her weakness, Hermione was very much aware that it wouldn�t be too difficult for
the others to conjure up a mental picture of the state she was in under the
potion�s effects.

She
just wanted to rip Draco Malfoy�s head off his shoulders.

He
had kissed her!

Draco
Malfoy had kissed her.

That�s
just... Aaargh!

The
most disheartening thing of all was that he had been the first boy she had ever
kissed. Mind you, she had
kissed before; it had just never been a boy. Two years ago, Lavender
Brown had spontaneously offered to give her a kissing-lesson, and Hermione
hadn�t objected. She had wanted to
know how to do it when she would need to do it... which up until today was only
to teach Ginny how to do it.

Not
only had Malfoy kissed her, he had kissed her while she had been...
touching herself. That was just
wrong! Hermione was very
relieved to note that Madame Pomfrey hadn�t seemed the least bit shocked at all,
but she was a trained nurse and probably didn�t get shocked very easily
anymore. When Malfoy had walked in
the room, Hermione would have done anything to be able to stop what she had been
doing. She had really tried to
stop. But her need had just been
too great. Never before had she
felt such complete and total need to be...

Hermione
cringed.

Oh
gods, she couldn�t even say it.

Whenever
the topic of sex would come up, Hermione would refer to it as �lovemaking� or
�the physical act of love�. She
hadn�t exactly done any of it, but she just found words like �fucking� or
�shagging� to be offensive. Still,
whatever she had wanted earlier that day, �lovemaking� had had nothing to do
with it.

No,
she had wanted to be fucked senseless until she couldn�t even remember her own
name.

Instead
she had had to suffice with the help of her own hand, which by itself was
something she had only recently discovered she could do. But this time relief just didn�t want to
come. It was as if she had been
hovering on the edge of orgasm with nothing to push her over it.

Until
Malfoy showed up anyway. Him and
his lips had propelled her over the edge and got her the release she had been
craving for.

Off
all people, why did it have to be him to have seen her like that?

Hermione
was scared. She was really scared
of what Malfoy might say to other people.
She knew it was silly and sexist, but she was very much aware that
however liberated the western world might be, they still lived in a society
where it was plainly unacceptable to hear a woman express the fact that she felt
�horny�.

Masturbating
in public is like shouting the assessment off the roof through a giant
bullhorn.

It
apparently wasn�t even over yet; Hermione had been briefed about what was in
store if Snape wouldn�t come up with an antidote soon.

Malfoy
was going to have to... feel her up.

Why
did the horrid sod have to use his own blood? Why didn�t he read the footnotes? They�re there for a bloody
reason!


Hermione was plainly horrified by it all.


She was horrified by the fact that she had suddenly gotten herself
�outed� as a sexual creature.


And she also was horrified by the fact that she felt a little liberated
by it.


Hermione sighed and twisted herself around so she was lying on her back,
facing the ceiling.


Yes, as gruelling as his whole situation might be, a small part of her
felt liberated. Let�s face it, no
one had ever seen her as �sexual�.
Harry and Ron saw her as �one of the guys� and everyone else only saw her
as the smart, know-it-all Head Girl with the bushy hair.

Hermione
was marked as �asexual� and she knew it.

She
had never quite minded that, really.
She was only average in appearance and would probably never be regarded
as �sexy� or �desirable�. She knew
she wasn�t unattractive, she was just... plain. Her hair was still as unmanageable as
ever, she had a pale, mousy complexion and she rarely wore make-up since she was
an absolute klutz when applying it and constantly ended up looking like a
hooker. Certain people might find
her physically attractive, but she would never appeal to the mainstream. Not that this mattered to her much,
since she wasn�t all that interested in the way she looked. As long as she was clean, healthy and
smelled nice, she was satisfied.
Besides, she really had no use for being seen as �sexual�. She was Head Girl now, a position that
demanded respect and offered guidance.
She had a position of leadership; any sign of weakness could undermine
her authority.

But
as businesslike and practical as Hermione liked to let people think she was,
there still was a part of her that wanted to explore the things one can�t learn
in books. A part of her wanted to
experiment with her blossoming sexuality, to go out with a guy she fancied and
have fun like most of her peers.
You only live once, every day should be cherished and you might as well
enjoy the time you have.

But
until now, dating and sex hadn�t made its way on Hermione�s agenda just
yet. Mind you, it wasn�t her duties
as Head Girl that stopped Hermione from perusing it. She was dedicated, but not as much as to
let it dominating her life.

No,
there was something else.

As
much of a liberated modern-day woman Hermione liked to perceive herself to be,
she was still a bit of a sappy romantic.
She was ashamed to admit it, but a part of her wanted that romantic ideal
where she would give herself to one man and one man only. A part of her didn�t want to waste any
time �messing around� with someone she only liked at a certain time, only to get
bored when the initial lovey-dovey phase was over.

Somehow
the thought of the knight in shining armour swooping her off her feet had lodged
itself into her head and wouldn�t go away.

Hermione
was a smart, logical and down to earth person; she knew it was completely
juvenile to hold on to silly ideas like that. It was a crazy idea really, since
Hermione also found the thought of being chained to one person for the rest of
her life confining enough to send her into a fit of hyperventilation. She didn�t know much about relationships
from personal experience, but she had read enough about them to know what its
weakest links were. She knew that
people who entered into a serious relationship with little or no sexual
experience apart from their current partner, often ended up feeling as if they
had missed out on something, became unhappy and frequently ended up cheating on
their spouses. Therefore, she found
that it would be unhealthy for her to fall for one guy and to restrict herself
to him for the rest of her life.

She
knew all that, but her gut instincts wouldn�t listen.

She
couldn�t exactly experiment, since she only felt like doing it with someone who
she could see herself spending the rest of her life with. This was something that was rather
tricky; since thus far she hadn�t even met someone she would want to spend a
month with.

It
really wasn�t fair!

It
was either that the guys she met were physically appealing, but had nothing
interesting to say or they were nice to talk to, but Hermione�s stomach remained
deprived of fluttering butterflies.

Damn
those sappy love stories she had grown up with!

Therefore, to play on the safe side
and oblige to both conflicting opinions, she had just kept herself from
looking. If she wasn�t looking,
there was no risk of sticking with someone because they were available.
Therefore, the romantic ideal was still a distant possibility.

But
if she wasn�t looking, the chance of running into said knight also was reduced
to nihil. Hermione knew you need to
kiss a whole bunch of frogs before you stumble upon a
prince.


In the end, it was all these conflicting morals and aspirations that
would do nothing more than result in her dying a virgin!


And the cherry, Hermione thought with a smirk, one the crappy cake was
that everyone seemed to agree with that fact.

Why
didn�t anyone see that she could be passionate?


She sure as hell wasn�t going to tell anyone, since she really didn�t
want them to know because it would endanger her credibility as a leadership
figure.

Yet,
a part of her wanted to �gently let it slip� anyway.


Hermione sighed and realised that this was probably one of the situations
that affirmed the notion guys had that girls can�t be
understood.


This time she had to agree, since she hardly understood it herself.


Hermione rolled herself off the bed and started to discard herself of her
clothing in order to take a shower.
The �potion�s result� had left her sweaty and sticky; she definitely
needed to get herself cleaned up.


As she threw her dirty clothes in the hamper and stepped into the shower,
she continued to muse about her current entanglement. Having to share an intimate act with
someone else was horrid and embarrassing, yet also surprisingly liberating.


Why was that?

Shouldn�t
she feel violated or harassed?
Hermione noted that she was more worried about what people might say or
think than what she herself would be undergoing. Shouldn�t she feel anger or regret for
having lost a little part of her that she would never be able to get back? If a part of her wanted to �save
herself� for this special person, why wasn�t she more upset that someone else
was going to be touching her intimately?


As she turned on the tap and the water flow hit her flesh, Hermione
suddenly understood why.


She had been forced into this thing.

The
potion had been forced upon her without her knowledge and without her
consent. No morals would be broken
and no dreams would be forfeited because this whole thing hadn�t been her
choice.

Hermione
thoughtfully chewed on the inside of her cheek as she contemplated on this
revelation.

She
had always held freedom of choice in high regard, yet she couldn�t deny that
having someone else making certain choices for her was much easier. It had taken the responsibility for the
consequences out of her hands.

Hermione
had been assured that Snape would come up with an antidote before Malfoy would
have to go and �touch home plate�, so the whole thing really wouldn�t go
too far.

Basically,
she could undergo the wee bit of basic sexual experimentation that would be
thrown at her... and it wouldn�t be her fault. She wouldn�t be crossing any of the
lines her conflicting morals and desires had marked for her, because whatever
would happen; it would be Malfoy�s fault.


Mind you, she wasn�t keen on the fact that it would be Malfoy on
the other end of the equation, but she�d be damned if she would become the
�Naive Little Gryffindor Who�s Innocence Had Been Stolen By The Nasty
Slytherin�. She wouldn�t let Malfoy
have the pleasure.

Hermione
might be a virgin, but she was far from innocent.

**********

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