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Sex In The Air	By : straightlyconfused Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Evening all,

Ok.... so in the first chapter, right at the beginning, Hermione thought about how for a period of time she'd been lost and a lot of her sorting herself out had to do with Draco. Well in this chapter, you begin to see the beginning of how all that happened. I also focused more on what exactly Hermione is studying at university because her course will raise some interesting questions in terms of certain reactions or actions of certain characters - I think.

I wanted to give a special shout out to Mark's Pet who was the first person to show me some love after the story had been hit about 500+ times. I'm not an author that craves reviews in order to keep writing - I will write regardless - but it is good to know that at least one (well two actually thanks Joann) aren't reading my writing, thinking ' what a piece of shit' and clicking out. Thanks you guys :)

Anyway... on with the reading!!!

Xxxxx

- 2 years ago -

The smell of age-old firewhiskey hung in the air of the Hogshead as its patrons sat in corners or around small tables drinking their misery and drowning in their sorrows. Almost everyone at the Hogshead that day was there because they wished for anonymity or they were looking for something or someone shady – things had changed but not that much – yes every low life and scum bag that could possibly be rounded up and fit into one small dingy pub was there. However, perhaps the most surprising patron of the Hogshead that day was the young witch that sat up at the bar. Unlike some of the other customers that day, she did not hide her appearance – pretty much no one in that pub would be game enough to approach a glorified war hero. So she sat, short glass of ‘firewhiskey neat’ clutched in her hand. She was all alone today, she was all alone everyday, alone was the easiest thing to be when you were struggling with the beginning of “beginning again”. She tossed back the rest of the contents of her glass and indicated to the barman that she’d like another - she was a war hero and Aberforth was away, he would be more then happy to oblige her.

However, unbeknownst to the witch at the bar, she was being watched that day. She had become predictable. He didn’t know what she did in the hours beforehand but by 11am each morning for the past month, Hermione Granger had been attached to that same stool, in that same bar, where she would drink herself into oblivion and at 4pm she would stumble out in the alley way and apparate away, somehow miraculously not splinching herself. She was always dressed nicely when she arrived at the bar and her media profile had not taken a dive so her watcher could only assume that before 11am she was parading herself around the streets of Wizarding London ensuring her good, polished image was captured before she turned into the drunken street urchin she was by the afternoon.

The barman brought her another drink and Hermione swallowed half of it before he’d even moved away to serve another customer. She barely felt the burn of the liquid as it passed down her throat anymore.

“Pathetic”

“Excuse me…?” Hermione attempted to slur as she looked to the stranger now standing on her right.

“I said, pathetic. As in, you are”

She had to squint for a moment but then the blonde hair and the grey eyes came into focus and Hermione groaned,

“What do you want Malfoy? I already captured the nasty little Death Eater that killed your daddy, I don’t know where your mummy is and I can assure you, I can not nor will I ever read you a bedtime story no matter how nicely you ask”

“Oh classy Granger, going straight for the ‘dead daddy’ lines, I commend you”

In the next moment, he’d swiped her glass and downed the rest of her drink.

“Hey!” she protested.

As a drunken rage filled her, Hermione reached for her wand and stumbled awkwardly off her bar stool to face him. However, she wasn’t ready for him to grab her wand and use it to pull her in closer.

“Let me offer you a piece of advise Granger” he said, his voice leaving no doubt in her mind that he meant business, “I have been coming in here everyday for the last month just to confirm a suspicion I have and I was correct. Now I don’t know how long you’ve been at it for or how in the world you’ve managed to cover it up but you need a serious reality check. Everyday I have watched you sit at this bar and write yourself off and it’s pathetic”

“How dare – “

“Shut up” he hissed, “Shut up and listen to what I am telling you because I am not your friend Granger and I am not one of your admirers. I am not going to give you a pat on the back at the end of the day and tell you everything will be ok because if you don’t cut the shit and go and find something else to do then nothing is going to be ok. You are pathetic right now, you are drunk and you are pathetic. Everyone talks you up to be some kind of amazing hero of this stupid fucked up war and everyone thinks the sun shines out of your backside but I wonder how long they’d think that if they knew about this little midday hobby you’ve got going on here. People died in that fucking war Granger, people who didn’t deserve to fucking die died and here you are wasting your precious little life when you should be out living it. So I am going to tell you this and I am going to tell you this once, if I see you in here again, sitting here at this bar, drinking that same drink, I am going to make a scene. I am going to make a huge scene of pulling you out of here by your hair and then I am going to stun you and dump your worthless piece of trash body somewhere nasty and I will continue to do it day after day after day until you finally quit this pity party you have going on here and go and fucking do something with your life. Do you understand?”

He didn’t wait for a response, instead he signaled over the barman.

“Miss Granger here is to be served nothing but water for the remainder of her visit here and if I find out you’ve disobeyed me I will have your job. Get it?” he snarled.

The barman, afraid of Malfoy, had agreed rather promptly and served her nothing but water the remainder of the day.

Malfoy had been true to his word too – the following day Hermione had returned to the bar at 11am and by 12:30pm Malfoy had dragged her out the door by her hair and left her stunned body in amongst the bins in the alleyway. The following day, he’d left her stunned body in a puddle of mud up near the shrieking shack and the day after it had been in a bed of terrible smelling potion herbs. By day four, Hermione had finally begun to wake up to herself and, for the first time, in over a month, she’d stayed home and made herself a home-made lunch of real food instead of her usual liquid kind.

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Hermione practically fell inside her front door that afternoon after a chaotic day at Belmont. That lecture had felt as though it had gone on for much longer then the usual one when in reality it had taken its usual two hours. After, Chloe had wanted to rave and rave about Professor Shane and how much better then Professor Hickens she thought he was but, frankly, Hermione was beginning to suspect she might miss Professor Hickens. After all, Professor Hickens had been female.

Today was Draco’s night training so Hermione knew she wouldn’t see him until at least 9pm tonight, if at all, sometimes he did not appear at her flat on days when he had night training. She suspected he went home to crash at his place but she was never sure. It was in those moments of uncertainty that Hermione wished for the boundaries and titles everyone else’s relationships seemed to have, at least then she’d know where she stood in terms of what she was allowed to expect of him.

Suddenly, the fire in her grate roared to life and Hermione heard the familiar voice of Harry ring out around her apartment,

“Hermione?” he called out.

She rushed around to her grate and found his face dancing in the flames.

“Harry!” she greeted, “I miss you!”

He smiled, “I miss you too! I’m sorry we haven’t spoken more but our touring schedule is hectic”

Straight out of Hogwarts, Harry had been recruited into Puddlemere United and he’d play well for them, however, in the last year he’d been head hunted and offered a spot playing for England’s national team and he’d been touring the world with them ever since. Ginny had gone with him as his girlfriend to offer moral support. They tried to check in as much as possible but sometimes it was difficult.

“I can imagine! How is the tour going?”

“Its fantastic!” Harry beamed, “We’ve been to so many amazing places and we’ve played against so many awesome teams! Our team is pretty good but it’s a challenge playing against some of these other teams. We’ve just left Italy and their team almost destroyed us! I’m so tired all the time but I’m loving it and I think Ginny is enjoying the travel too although she misses everyone a lot. We both do”

“We miss you too. When are you coming home? Do you know?”

“Umm we have a game in Brazil, a game in Canada and then another in Rio then we’re staying in Rio for a week or so to do some intensive training and then we should be home for a week before we’re off again. So we’ll be back in another couple of weeks I suppose – it still seems so far away. How is university going?”

Hermione shrugged, “Well. It’s going well. One of my courses changed our main professor on us today but the new guy seems capable enough. I don’t know, I’m thinking of changing out of the course”

“Hermione Granger… a quitter? I think not. What is the real reason?”

She shrugged, “There isn’t one really Harry. I just don’t know if this new professor is going to work out… It’s complicated”

Harry frowned but Hermione knew he’d let it go, “mmm and what’s going on with Malfoy? Still…. seeing him?”

Harry had found out about Draco one night when he’d muddled up the time differences and had accidently tried to floo her apartment at 2am and had a very cranky Draco pop his head out of the bedroom door and tell him to piss off. Harry had been less then thrilled and had he not been in Spain he would have tried to come around to Hermione’s and beat Draco who he was convinced had broken in and was robbing her home in order to make up for some of his families riches lost during the war. Draco had been equally less then thrilled when he’d heard that. It was safe the say the two boys were still existing in tense atmospheres around each other.

“I am” she answered, “he’s at training tonight but so he’s not here. Relax”

“I just don’t see why ‘Mione” Harry said, sighing, “I mean its Malfoy”

“Would you like me to actually tell you why Harry or would you prefer to make the smart decision and leave me to keep those reasons as a discussion point between Ginny and myself?”

“Ewe ‘Mione! Seriously! I mean – come on! – yuck! I don’t want to know – ugh!”

“Well then don’t ask!” Hermione giggled.

“Fine. Fine” Harry said, “I’ve got to go anyway but everything is fine? Everyone is well?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Yes Harry of course! If everything wasn’t fine and everyone wasn’t well don’t you think I would have told you by now?! Go! Fly! Be happy and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks”

“Alright! Geez its like you’re trying to get rid of me or something… oh! One last question….?”

“No word from Ron” Hermione sighed, “I guess he’s just not ready yet”

Harry frowned, Hermione knew that Ron’s absence was hard on him. Right after the war, Ron had up and left England, leaving only a note saying he couldn’t bare to be there right now and he would be back. Ever since then it was a letter every couple of months or so but no one had actually seen him since. Hermione cast powerful spells on each letter he sent though which revealed they were written by him so at least they knew he was truthfully alive.

“Harry? He will come back. You know what Ron’s like… if he says he needs time then he’s going to need a quarter of a century but he will be ok”

“I know. You’re right. Ok well I’ve got to get outta this fire grate but I love you ‘Mione and I’ll see you soon. Bye!”

“Bye Harry!”

The flames in the grate died once more and Hermione was left, crouched on the floor of her living room, wondering what to do now. She glanced at the clock, it was 7:30pm – still relatively early. Sighing and deciding there was nothing else to it, Hermione got up and grabbed her bag full of university texts, there was nothing else to do, she may as well study. After their lecture that day, Hermione and Chloe had been able to take a break for an hour before they went to their tutorial. Hermione’s professor for her ‘Sexual Relationships’ tutorial was Professor Chase- she was a brilliant professor and quite knowledgeable. Hermione liked her a lot. That day, as part of their course work, Professor Chase had assigned them a ‘recollection’ to be viewed in a penseive . For a lot of students this meant journeying to the universities library but Hermione was lucky enough to have a small penseieve at home. Carefully, she retrieved it from a small box inside one of her living room cupboards and poured the memory into its liquid. Professor Chase had explained that what they should see was a recollection of a speaker she had witnesses when she was in university and some of her findings on the different sexual relationships between the different magical blood types. Taking a deep breathe, Hermione dove into the memory.

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Almost the minute her feet had hit the ground, Hermione was slightly overcome with the chaos as people moved haphazardly around a small conference room trying to find a seat. She spotted a younger Professor Chase sitting up the front room with a notebook and quill in hand and smiled quietly to herself. Carefully, Hermione picked a spot in which to stand where she could see and hear the speaker perfectly.

A woman took to the stand, her hair pulled back into a formalized tight bun, her obviously expensive robes swished from side to side as she came to a standstill in front of a lecturn.

“My name is Marian Davis and I am hear this morning to report to you my findings on the different sexual relationships that may or may not occur between magical beings of different blood types. For the purpose of my observations, I forged relationships with three different men – a muggleborn, a halfblood and a pureblood. Each man was obviously different and we are unable to rule out upbringing, life experiences and personal values and beliefs but I tried my best, within my powers, to pick three men who were quite similar to each other. For the purpose of this recall, I should also mention that my particular blood type is halfblood. I will begin with my findings:

Lover A – the muggleborn – had been raised in a non-magical home, having no knowledge of our Wizarding world until the age of 11. At this time, he entered into a magical school as soon as he was aware of his ability to wield a wand. He was the subject of some school bullying as a result of his blood type but, overall, claims to have lead a reasonably happy childhood. As an adult, he was been motivated to seek gainful employment working for our Ministry and he maintains frequent social gatherings with friends both through school and through work and of all different blood types.

Lover A approached our relationship with awkwardness and shyness. It took him a long time to find the courage to court me and even then, through our courtship, it took him a long time to – for lack of a better phrase – ‘seal the deal’ and seek an exclusive relationship. Physically, Lover A was patient and did not at any time press the issue of physical intimacy and was perfectly happy to hold off on such intimacy until our boundaries of exclusivity had been met.

My sexual relationship with Lover A was satisfactory – he was a giving lover and eager to please. However, in terms of a submissive to dominate role, Lover A chose to maintain more of a submissive role. He lacked adventure, stuck to what he knew and did not press the issue of experimentation or boundaries.

Lover B – the halfblood – was raised in a magical home but taught muggle customs as well as magical customs. He entered into a magical school at age 11 and was a well liked enough citizen of his school community. As an adult, Lover B has sought and gained good employment and attempts to maintain strong relationships with friends and workers but finds it difficult to identify the balance between work and socialization.

Lover B approached our relationship confidently but with an ‘awareness’. Lover B was happy to call the shots in our relationship, however, felt the need to be continually validated by checking that each decision he made was agreeable to by myself. Lover B addressed our relationship in a patient and yet clear manner, highlighting the type of relationship he wished to start with me but always ensuring me that I must only agree if I was actually agreeable.

My sexual relationship with Lover B was a good one. His knowledge and talent in physical ministrations was obvious and he was able to fill the dominate position behind closed doors. He was happy to discuss the idea of experimentation, however, was quite aware of which might be deemed inappropriate.

Lover C – the pureblood – was raised in a magical home by magical families and was ignorant of everything muggle. He was tutored from a young age by magical tutors and entered into a magical school at age 11 where he immediately excelled in his academics. Lover A was surrounded by friends and others he referred to as ‘associates’ throughout his childhood and appeared to have been happy with this. As an adult, Lover C was extremely confident – almost to the point where one may accuse him of housing an unbearable ego – and pursued hobbies that he enjoyed as opposed to entering into the workforce.

Lover C approached our relationship quite dominantly. He was able to address exactly what his expectations were and – in a show of great ego – refused to accept from the beginning that other men may be being considered while he was a competitor for my affections.

My sexual relationship with Lover C was beyond pleasurable. He was a generous lover who held the role of a dominate one. He maintained control, not willing to allow this to slip, and any experimentation was introduced and lead by him.

My relationships held with each of my three lovers were all different and has lead me to draw the conclusion that upbringing plays a great part in what differentiates each blood type in a sexual relationship. My follow up experiment would be to seek out partners who have lived lives with completely different upbringings – for example, a muggleborn who has lived a life of wealth and a great knowledge of our Wizarding world or a Pureblood who has not been brought up within our magical community, however, I do realize and accept that – in todays world – seeking out men of these ideal circumstances may be quite challenging.

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“Time to go” Hermione heard a voice suddenly whisper and then she was floating out of the memory. A moment later, she was back in her living room. The clock read as 8:30pm. In order to buy herself some time before her thoughts collapsed in on top of her, Hermione packed away her studies materials and locked up her apartment – if Draco chose to visit he knew the wards and spells to get in. She then shut off all the lights and climbed into bed.

In Marian Davies’ account, the Pureblood lover had sounded as though he were the best lover to Marian – although she hadn’t actually said it. He’d called the shots, lead the show, and seemed to have been the driving force in any sexual interactions they’d had. Draco was much the same in comparison, Hermione accepted. Did that come down to upbringing or was it something much more deeper then that? The Pureblood lover in Marian’s account had been raised by both his parents and appeared to have had a good childhood. Draco, however, had at times gone for great lengths of time without seeing his father and he would probably argue that his childhood had hardly been a good one – what with a war going on for most of it and all. Yet he still seemed to fill most of the criteria of the Pureblood lover in Marian Davies’ observations. This formed the question in Hermione’s mind – in Purebloods especially – was their partnership in a sexual relationship with another of a different blood type so much about upbringing or more to do with centuries of breeding?

The most obvious comparison to argue her point was Ron and Draco – two purebloods. Draco had been raised in a very old, very traditional family who lead personal lives filled with formality and duty. Ron had been raised in a family who had broken away from their old, tradition families and who had forsaken the formality of Pureblood in the interest of instead fostering a warm and kind home that housed a loving and supportive family. Ron, who was surrounded by this warm and loving atmosphere, had struggled most of his adolescence to gain the courage to court Hermione and when they had finally gotten together Ron’s ability to satisfy her sexually had been lacking. Draco, however, had been damn near starved for love and affection his entire childhood but when it came to forging a physical relationship with Hermione had simply gone about taking what steps were necessary to ensure he was allowed into her bed and he never disappointed her sexually.

Did upbringing really play such a large part in the ability of different blood types to be compatible physically. Hermione rationalized her next question would probably be – what was the sexual relationship between two purebloods of the same upbringing like? She supposed Draco would be able to answer that one for her if she was to ask – there was no secret between them of his many conquests. If he appeared tonight she would ask him, Hermione decided as she stifled a yawn.

Outside, the moon shone out over the streets of Diagon Alley, as a very tired Hermione Granger lay in her bed, questions of sexual relationships dancing in her head, and though she did not quite realize it – she was drifting off to sleep not to know if Draco would walk through her front door tonight or not. Her earlier thoughts on Professor Shane all but forgotten for now fore had she really known the role this academic professional would play in her life over the next coming weeks, she would surely have lost some more sleeping, worrying of what was to come.

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