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Lessons and Obsessions	By : LennaNightrunner Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 85098 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER TWO: HYPOTHESIS

Hermione managed to get back to her room in something of a
daze, miraculously avoiding discovery. A few shocked moments after she made her
way back, she found herself lying in her bed, fully dressed, trying to figure
out exactly what had happened.

Malfoy had said that he �wanted� her. That meant� sex� right? Hermione�s face flushed. She
had never gotten beyond kissing with Viktor, and Ron was only recently
beginning to show a real interest in her. If that�s what Malfoy had meant, then
he couldn�t be serious. Malfoy was reputed to be an experienced and even
talented lover, Hermione knew, but why would he have any interest in her? She
definitely wasn�t his type, if Pansy Parkinson was any indication. He must have
been trying to get a rise out of her. It had to be some kind of joke. That evil
snake had nothing else to amuse himself with Harry gone.

What bothered Hermione even more than Malfoy�s profession of
interest in her was her own reaction to him. She had not been able to move, had
barely been able to speak, and had not screamed, made an honest effort to
retrieve her wand, or kicked him and run away. She had simply stood there
against the wall like an idiot, allowing him to torment her. She was horrified
at the thought that he could have done anything he wanted to her, and she might
not have resisted. A cold shiver of fear ran through her at this thought. He
was a dangerous man, and she should have been able to defend herself against
him.

But he hadn�t done anything at all, really, besides trap her
against the wall. He had not hurt her, touched her inappropriately, or even
kissed her, despite what he had said about �wanting� her. Hermione flushed at
the thought of his body so close to hers, nearly touching, his lips centimeters
away from her skin� She shivered as she felt a tingling warmth begin to grow
between her legs, chasing away the cold of fear entirely. She felt stiflingly
warm all of a sudden, and it was no wonder as she was under her covers with her
robes on. She got out of bed and stripped off her robe, shoes, and tie,
followed by her shirt and skirt. She was reaching down to remove her stockings
when her arm accidentally grazed across her breast, exciting the nerves in her
nipple and causing her to gasp in surprise.

Hermione shook off the feeling and removed her stockings and
her bra, pulling on an oversized t-shirt and some pajama bottoms. It had been a
while since she had touched herself, and her nerves were very sensitive. She
always felt guilty when she gave in to the impulse, but had long ago realized
that fighting it was a losing battle. Maybe she should just get it over with so
that it wouldn�t distract her. After all, she had a private room this year, so
she wouldn�t need to worry about being discovered. She went back over to her
bed and climbed in, but did not pull the covers up because she was too warm.

Shifting against her pillows and blankets to get
comfortable, Hermione sighed and tried to relax. She conjured up thoughts of
Ron kissing her, touching her, making love to her, trying to imagine what it
would be like if he ever got the nerve to do any of those things. A brilliant
and imaginative mind could be a blessing and a curse when it came to
fantasizing. Her mind wandered, as it always did when she fantasized, from
welcome thoughts of Ron to unbidden ones about Harry and even a few confused
ones about Ginny. She tried to focus on an image of Ron kissing her bare
breasts as she let a hand trail over to play with her left nipple through her
soft nightshirt. She sighed in pleasure and the warm, tingly feeling between
her legs intensified.

Hermione brought her other hand up to rub her right nipple
and let her mind wander again into fragments of dozens of different fantasies,
simply wanting to be immersed in imagined pleasure without judging herself too
harshly for what her subconscious came up with. Ron was sucking gently on her
nipples, leaving bite marks on her breasts� She was sucking on Harry�s cock and
it was so big in her mouth� Ginny was looking up at her from between her legs,
licking her clit with her soft tongue and it felt so good�

Hermione continued to rub her nipples through her shirt with
her left hand, loving the slight friction the fabric created, while her right
hand inched down into her pajama bottoms. Her fingers rubbed her clit through
her panties softly, teasingly. Her mind wandered still. Ron was thrusting his
fingers in and out of her while they kissed� Harry was begging her to let him
come in her mouth� Ginny was sucking gently on her clit while her ginger hair
spilled over Hermione�s thighs�

Hermione�s clit was noticeably hard through her underwear
and she knew she was wet so she slipped her hand into her panties, dragging
some of the wetness her opening was drenched in up to her clit with her middle
finger. She began to stroke the slick pebble of flesh feverishly as her left
hand pinched her nipples gently in turn. Ron was fingering her and she was
thrusting back against him so hard� Harry was coming in her mouth and grabbing
her hair� Ginny was dipping her tongue inside her� Malfoy was pinning her
against a wall and kissing her�

At this very unwelcome thought, Hermione�s body seemed to
rejoice. Her stomach lurched as a sudden flood of wetness coated her pussy and
a hot shiver ran through her entire body. Her nipples and clit became instantly
rock hard. She didn�t want to think about Malfoy. It was sick that he affected
her this way. He was evil, and cruel, and he was just playing games with her. But
it felt so good to think about him. Why shouldn�t she enjoy it? It was only a
fantasy, after all. What harm could it do?

Malfoy was still kissing her� He was pulling off her robes
and pinning her back against the wall� Hermione groaned and pinched one of her
nipples, flicking her middle finger across her clit even harder and faster.
Malfoy was sliding her skirt up� She wasn�t wearing any panties... He was
massaging her breasts through her school shirt and bra� He was kissing her neck
and unzipping his trousers� He was sliding into her and then he was fucking her
against the wall and he was so big and so deep and so good and�

Hermione stifled a moan as the pleasurable itch in her clit bloomed
into the most incredible orgasm she could remember since the first one she�d
had when she was fourteen. Her hips bucked upward slightly as she came,
thrusting to match Malfoy�s imagined rhythm. At last it became too much to bear
and she removed her fingers from her clit, instead gently sliding two of them
into her pussy so she could tense and release around them, riding out the last
of her orgasm.

She sighed in disappointment at the lack of pleasure she
received from her small fingers, wishing they were a penis or a man�s fingers
or even some sort of sex toy if only she could be filled up. She hadn�t had the
nerve yet to buy such things for herself, holding out hope that Ron would
eventually show some interest, and using magic during masturbation was still a
frightening prospect. She would, however, use it to clean up. She picked up her
wand with her clean hand, muttered �Scourgify� as she pointed it at her
right hand, then at her pussy, and then pulled up the covers and, forcing any
further thoughts of Malfoy out of her mind, fell into sleep.

*****

Draco Malfoy awoke smiling with a half-formed erection
creating a tent in his pajama bottoms: the remnants of several dreams about
Hermione. He would bet money that Granger had gotten off thinking about him the
previous night. Some of the other Slytherins said that there was no way such a
prudish girl touched herself, but Draco knew better. The bookish ones were
always the wildest in bed. They spent too much time alone with their thoughts.

Malfoy was convinced that the Head Girl would be taking full
advantage of having private quarters this year. It�s not as if she were being
satisfied by that useless oaf Weasley. Draco would�ve liked nothing better than
to have been there the previous night, watching her frantically stroke the
little pink clit that lay between her gorgeously slender thighs. He wanted to
hear his name fall from her full lips in a moan as she came�

Draco growled in satisfaction at this image, but forced
himself to put the thoughts aside and ignore his now fully erect cock. He
couldn�t exactly wank in the dormitory he shared with the other Seventh Years,
even if it was Saturday and most of them were gone... He considered sating
himself with one of the younger Slytherin girls, but dismissed the thought
because he knew they would only disappoint him. Besides, with his mind set on Granger,
any minor conquests might cheapen the thrill of the chase. He would just have
to work harder to get her more quickly.

He dressed and went down to breakfast, not at all surprised
to see Granger sitting with Weasley and Weasley�s little sister, Potter�s
squeeze. Draco gave the Weasley girl an appraising look and had to admit that
he could see why she was so popular with boys and girls alike. Even Blaise
Zabini had mentioned on several occasions that he would love to get her in bed.
Still, she was a Weasley, and Draco had a hard time forgiving that.

Draco sat alone at the end of the Slytherin table and helped
himself to eggs and beans, glancing surreptitiously over at Granger every few
minutes. At last the mail arrived. He watched as his own eagle owl dropped a
letter in front of Granger. She opened it in confusion, read it, and glanced
nervously over at Draco with a flush, refusing to show the letter to Weasley
when he tried to look at it. Draco smirked as Weasley stormed off and the
Weasley girl looked at Granger in confusion. This is what the letter had said:

Granger,

Did you think about me last night? If you�re a good girl
and meet me in Binns� classroom after breakfast I can show you if you�re
imagining things the right way.

Don�t forget to whom you belong.

X

Hermione was mortified and her face flushed a bright red as
she read the letter over again. How could Malfoy have known what she�d done
last night? That was simple: he didn�t; he was just teasing her to get a
reaction. Ginny looked at Hermione with a puzzled expression, but didn�t ask
what was the matter. Hermione could barely meet Ginny�s gaze either after what
her subconscious had thought up while she touched herself. Between her guilt at
the things she fantasized about and whatever was going on with Malfoy, Ginny
was sure to notice something! Her hormones were getting out of hand! She needed
to calm herself down.

Quickly, Hermione pointed her wand at the piece of parchment
and said, �Incendio!� She was afraid Malfoy would make a scene in the
Great Hall and was secretly longing against every logical thought to be alone
with him again. Without a word to Ginny other than �Bye!� Hermione hurried out
of the Great Hall and up to the History of Magic classroom, which was of course
empty because it was Saturday. She did not see Malfoy leave when she did, but
he was already in the classroom by the time she got there.

He was sitting on the professor�s desk, smirking at her from
across the room.

�I knew you couldn�t stay away,� he stood and walked over to
her, circling around her once like a wolf around its prey before shutting and
locking the door behind her.

Hermione tried to keep her wits about her. She had her wand
in her hand, at least, and she was determined that she would not let Malfoy get
it out of her hand this time.

Draco stalked back over to the girl and drew up close behind
her, tilting his face down to breathe in the clean, flowery scent of her now
somewhat manageable curls. Granger lifted her wand up to her shoulder to point
warningly at his neck, but Malfoy simply chuckled and gently placed his hand
around hers, lowering her arm to her side.

�You don�t want to hurt me any more than I want to hurt
you,� he purred into her ear from behind, still holding her wand hand in his at
her side. �And if you really thought you were in danger, you wouldn�t have
come. You�re smarter than that.�

�Not smart enough to stay away,� Hermione whispered with a
note of defeat in her voice. Something about the tone of his voice or maybe the
way he smelled was disarming her. Her eyes slid closed against her will. She
slowly let her guard down, resting her weight against Malfoy�s chest, breathing
in his scent as it surrounded her�a musky, freshly-laundered smell that
contained a sort of spiciness she couldn�t identify.

�Aww, don�t look so sad about it,� Malfoy pouted mockingly
and spoke as if talking to a child. �It�s not about smarts, Granger, or you
would�ve been the one that got away for sure. What makes you mine has nothing
to do with your brilliant. little. head.�

He tousled her hair and nipped at her ear playfully.
Hermione wished she could take his words as compliments, but she was sure that he
was only teasing her, trying to bait her. Her indignation at this insult helped
her regain some of her senses. She turned around to face him and raised her
wand, pointing it at his chest.

�I don�t belong to you, Malfoy! I don�t belong to anyone!
I-I�� She faltered as he simply smiled wickedly while she yelled at him. �I�m
my own person.� I don�t have to do what
you say.� Her words felt feeble and childish as they left her mouth. Had she
really once had the courage to slap this man across the face?

Malfoy smirked as Hermione�s wand tip rested on his heart
and she glared up at him. �You�re not going to do what I say because you have
to�� he lowered his face to Hermione�s level, �You�re going to do what I say��
his mouth was inches from her neck, ��because you want to.�

With that, he placed a warm, suckling kiss on Hermione�s
neck, causing her to unconsciously close her eyes and lower her wand again. He
nibbled at her neck gently as he pulled away.

�You can still be your own person,� Malfoy continued
conversationally as if nothing had happened, �I never said you shouldn�t be. I
like you the way you are.� He placed a finger over Hermione�s lips as she
protested. �Shh, listen, Granger,� he scolded. �I just think the way you
are needs to be more fully enjoyed by me.�

On the word �enjoyed,� Malfoy pulled Hermione�s body flush
against his and grabbed her ass possessively. Hermione blushed, but could not
pull away. Instead, she looked up at Malfoy suspiciously, not knowing what to
think. Her fear was now being overcome not only by lust, but by one of the most
powerful forces that compelled her: curiousity.

�How do I know you�re telling the truth? That you really�
�want� me?�

Malfoy shrugged dismissively. �You don�t. But Granger, use
your big, logical brain: Who can ever really know whether they can trust the
other person when they start a� relationship?�

Hermione frowned, thinking hard. �But I trust Ron� I want
Ron to� I �want� him, and I want him to �want� me.� She shook her head in frustration,
confused as to why she was trying to reason with Malfoy about this. It was none
of his business. She couldn�t possibly seriously consider his proposition.

�Then think of it this way,� Malfoy continued, stroking
Hermione�s hair out of her face, �Weasley hasn�t made a move. Who knows if
he�ll ever make one? I�m sure you�re aching for a shag and he hasn�t
even tried to touch you. There�s something wrong with that. He�s pathetic, and
he doesn�t deserve you.�

For having just insulted the man she loved, Malfoy�s words
sounded almost sweet.

�But� what if I love him?� Hermione protested, losing
confidence, feeling like a child.

�So what? If you do, and he finally comes around, then
you�ll at least have enough experience that maybe one of you can get
some pleasure out of sex,� Malfoy shuddered dramatically as if picturing the
scene and Hermione had to stifle a giggle.

�If you don�t, or he doesn�t,� Malfoy shrugged, �then all
that�s happened is I�ve shown you a great time and your body won�t be wasting
away untouched.�

Hermione blushed, running out of protestations. This all
sounded far too reasonable.

�But� Ron and Harry� they�ll never forgive me if they find
out�� Hermione shifted in Malfoy�s arms, trying to pull away. If this happened,
they could never find out. They�d never speak to her again. If they even knew
she was considering�

�They don�t have to know.� Malfoy held her firmly in his
arms, lifting her chin up so that she had to look at him. �I won�t say a word
or otherwise find a way to let them know unless you do first, all right?�

Hermione paused, thinking hard about what she was getting
herself into. The last thread of her resolve was unraveling with each second
that Malfoy�s eyes bore into hers.

�All right� If you�ll sign a magical contract saying that
you won�t tell anyone, I� I�ll let you show me where this can go��

�Done.�

*****

A/N: Many, many thanks to everyone who read and/or reviewed
(I suppose you have to read in order to review) chapter one. I�m going to try
to respond as best I can without giving too much away:

Niccy�Thanks for being my first review! I�m glad you are
intrigued. Continue to be intrigued. Hopefully you will be rewarded.

ilke�You�re amazing. I�m so glad you like my Draco!
�Bad-boy-yet-good(?)-guy� is a great way to characterize him thus far. The
morphing of the obsession seemed logical to me. I know from experience that
annoyance and hatred can somehow turn into sexual attraction and even love.
It�s very strange, but I love that it works. I have decided to post here as
well as on CG and GE to be well-rounded. I�m so excited to hear your reactions
to chapter two!

Janeplay�Oh yes. Yes, there can be more. And there is! This
chapter is evidence of that. But yes, I�ve got about seven or eight chapters
written that just need to be edited, and a lot of other stuff written for later
in the story. As for Ron-whumping, the characters haven�t yet let me know
whether or not that will happen.

PotterEntourage�I love darkmysterious Draco, too. I�m so
glad it was suspenseful!

paigee07�Thank you, more will come!

Dreamweaver�Plans are indeed good. I think at this point
Hermione is horrified at her own compliance. She will eventually get over that,
and you�re right, Draco had better watch out. However, as you can see from this
chapter, for some reason it�s more difficult for Hermione to fight Draco on
this stage than one might think.

Lattie�Thanks! I will forge on!

Spoon�Hooray! I�m glad you love it! I certainly intend to
continue, and I hope that you won�t be disappointed!

Coipje�Tingles are good. Hopefully there will be many more
tingles to come.

Cascada�I certainly will!

Many thanks to all of my readers and reviewers! Keep letting
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