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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own the characters, the ideas, or the books. I just like to imagine in JK's world for a bit. I am not making a profit from this story.

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Okay! We are so close to the climactic moments! Thank you Waymay for editing this chap, and thank you LightofEvolution for the small, cute lemon in this chap.
I really feel for Draco in this chapter. And Hermione. But don't worry. I don't plan to cock this up. This story, hopefully, will be amazing from beginning to end.
~A.
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse"
Vs. "No one should ever feel like..."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
"Dance Dance" by Fall Out Boy
The following week was one of the worst in Draco Malfoy's life. And he knew good and well that he included nearly killing Dumbledore, the Battle of Hogwarts, and almost dying in fiendfyre in his worst moments. Because, over the next week, Hermione ignored him at great lengths any time she could. And if there was one thing ingrained inside of a Malfoy, it was the passive-aggressive irritation that came when they were not the center of the world.
In this case, Hermione's.
He offered time and time again to take her out to dinner Friday evening to make up for hurting her. She said she wasn't hurt, and he was being silly. He attempted to write her a letter explaining his feelings for her, but all he ended up with was a pile of parchment in his bin that he later torched (it wouldn't be favorable for some fifth year to dig it from the rubbish to read to the whole class). He tried catching her after her classes, kissing her in front of the students in the hallway, and even resorted to looking into her own, private island when she finally had enough and said, "Draco, I appreciate what you're doing. I do. But stop, alright?"
They were standing in her classroom, the last of her students for the day filing away to the Great Hall for dinner. Thursday had approached quicker than Draco anticipated, and he'd been so busy trying to woo her that he hardly noticed the sexual frustrations he felt in her presence now. They were like tiny bee-stings in the back of his brain compared to the knife in his chest. He felt like some desperate fool pining for a woman's attention, but -damn it. He just wanted to make her smile again. Once.
"Why?"
"Because I don't need all of this," she said, gesturing to the candies and sweets topped on her desk from where Draco had students randomly deliver through the week. "You don't need to try so hard."
"Of course, I do," he replied, eyebrows locked together in a state of confusion. They'd stayed there nearly every day this week. "You won't talk to me and can hardly stand to look at me." As if to prove him wrong, her soft, brown eyes pried their way up to his face instead of focused on the floor like all of this week. "If you don't want me anymore, just tell me. I'll leave you alone." His chest tightened at the thought. "But you need to tell me to go away, or else, I won't."
"Why not?"
"Because I…" His hands that rested on his pelvis shifted to his sides, and he gave a sigh of frustration. "I screwed up, and I'm trying to make it up to you."
"You don't need to."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not much better, am I?" Hermione tapped her foot nervously as she curled her arms around herself, eyes falling to the floor once more. "I shouldn't have asked you to tell your family if I wasn't ready to tell mine. -Ron is my family, and… it's not right, what I'm doing. I just couldn't stand the thought of you losing what could possibly be the best thing that's happened to you because of me."
Draco couldn't help it -a smile broke out onto his face like a case of Dragonpox. "Hermione." He reached out, careful as he scooped her hand up in his and brushed her knuckles against his lips. "You're, quite possibly, the daftest witch of our generation." When she sent him an inquisitive stare, he added, confidently, "You're the best thing that's happened to me."
He watched the heat spread across her face in the form of a subtle blush, and her eyes found their way to his again. "You don't mean that."
"Of course I do."
"But I'm stubborn."
"So am I." He planted his feet firmly in front of her. "I'm not going anywhere, Granger. Sorry to burst your bubble of insecurity." He looked about the classroom to make sure the students were gone, and then placed his hands on the sides of her cheeks. "There's nothing else I'd like than to take you back to my room right now."
A tear slipped down her cheek -but she shook her head and pried his hands down to his sides. "Maybe some other time." She kissed him delicately on the lips and left. Draco remained, in fear that should he take a step, he might crumble apart entirely.
And it was so that Draco Malfoy became distracted through the entire week. In turn, he forgot to brew Neville Longbottom's confidence potion -that was, until Friday afternoon rolled around, and Longbottom showed up, knocking on his classroom door.
"Yes?" Draco sneered, still put off by the idea of Longbottom feigning romantic endeavors with the witch he was in love with. "What do you want?"
"It's Friday, remember?"
"Oh, is it?" He rolled his eyes. "It's good to know you can read a calendar."
"Sarcasm. Why is that always your M.O.?"
"It's how I show my love."
"Aww, is that a declaration, then?" Neville quipped, and even Draco had to give an impressed smirk. "I came to pick up the potion."
"What potion?"
"What potion? The confidence potion, of course!"
Oh yeah. Draco forgot all about it. "Oh.."
"Oh?" Neville sighed. "You forgot, didn't you?"
"Yes, but-"
"How could you forget something like that, Malfoy? It's sort of important to the whole ruse we have going on."
"Longbottom?"
"Yeah?"
"Shove it." Draco rose from his desk and sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. "I've had a lot going on, alright? Hermione could barely stand to look at me this last week. I was a bit distracted." He marched over to his ingredients cabinet and began to pluck vials and jars out, placing them on a nearby workbench. "I'll get to work on it now."
"Will it be ready in time?"
"Should be."
"Should be?"
"These things take time."
"Yeah. And I gave you a whole bloody week."
Draco's icy glare shut Longbottom up immediately, and he followed with, "You'll have your damned potion soon enough, alright? Honestly, nitpicking at me isn't going to make it brew any faster."
Neville stood in silence as he watched Draco work, eyeing over each and every ingredient. Time passed, until finally he said, "You and Hermione been having problems?"
"What makes you say that?" Draco tried to keep his tone even, though he heard the hitch at the end. Inwardly, he reprimanded himself for being so weak. It wasn't the Malfoy way. "We're fine."
"Fine." Neville raised both of his eyebrows. "Is that what you call avoiding eye contact for nearly a week?"
"Leave it alone, Longbottom. If you know what's good for you."
"Maybe I don't. -Hermione's my friend."
"Last time I checked, she was my girlfriend."
"Last time I checked, she was mine as well." When Draco shot him a venomous glare, he added, "In a manner of speaking."
"We're fine," he said again, quieter this time. "I'm trying to make it up to her, so can we drop the subject?"
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Neville offered, and he sounded genuine. Draco's hand trembled, and he forced himself to set the poppy oil down, lest he put too many drops in. The last thing he needed to do was muck up this potion. "I'm not trying to pry. But, for some reason, I can't stand to look at you both this way. Hermione, especially, but also you." Their eyes met, both baffled by the words that spilled from Longbottom's mouth. "I may not like you, but you mean something to Hermione, so you mean something to me. What can I do?"
Draco tore his eyes away at once, fixating them on the cauldron as it bubbled with purple froth. "There's not a damned thing. This is my problem, Longbottom. And I intend to fix it."
"Does this have anything to do with your family?"
Draco's patience snapped like a twig in half, and he slammed his hand down on the counter. "Fuck sakes, Longbottom! Mind your own sodding business, would you? I don't pry into your personal affairs at the looney bin, so kindly shove your nose out of my family matters!"
His mouth slammed tightly shut, and he instantly regretted his choice of words. Longbottom looked hurt -legitimately hurt at the reference towards his parents, and he crossed his arms, eyes glowering with dark turmoil. "Yeah. Sorry, Malfoy," he muttered, stepping back. "I'll leave you to it, then." He stomped off in a hurry, slamming the door and causing a framed photo of Severus Snape to shatter to the floor. Draco sighed, waved his hand, and spelled the bits of broken glass into the rubbish bin before levitating the photo onto his desk.
"Fuck…" he mumbled. "Cock it all up, why don't you, Draco?"
As he poured in the essence of dittany, which was used to 'heal one's bruised ego' in this potion, his hands began to tremble. An extra drop fell into the mix, but he took no notice, too far gone in his own dim thoughts to realize his mistake.
Saturday, around noon, Hermione began the extremely irritating process of preparing for her two day stay with the Weasleys. Molly was never one to do things halfway, and Fleur's birthday turned into an entire family reunion. Ginny was the one to warn her, just a few days back through a letter, that Molly already set up tents in the backyard for everyone to stay the night. Apparently, her and Neville were to share one of these tents, Molly wording it, 'I'm progressive enough, Ginny dear, to know two people in a relationship are not to be thought of as prude.' Ginny had gone on to say in her letter that she'd tried to persuade her mother to give Neville and Hermione their own private tents, but Molly would have none of it. 'Besides, there simply aren't enough tents to go around.'
'We can try to sneak you into my old bedroom with me and Harry later,' Ginny had written, 'Once everyone has gone to bed.'
Hermione appreciated the trouble at her expense, and though Neville was sweet, she didn't want to share a tent with him. What if he accidently caught her in her knickers? Oh, the horror! Not to mention the wrath Draco would rain down upon the poor, unassuming Herbology Professor.
She had just finished packing her overnight bag when a gentle knock came to her door, and her head sprung up, anxiousness spreading through her stomach. Praying it was only Neville, she made her way to the door and pried it open. "Draco." Her heart jumped, seeing the pale blonde adorned in onyx dress robes that brought out the silver flecks in his irises. His hair had been slicked back, making him look older, and he was clean shaven (much to Hermione's disappointment. She rather enjoyed a stubble-chinned Draco.) In his hands, which were trembling ever-so-slightly, was a tie.
"I… I can't tie the damned thing correctly," he told her, avoiding her gaze. "I was supposed to be at the Manor an hour ago to help prepare, but-"
Hermione's resolve to keep her distance wavered, and she sighed. "Give me the tie."
Draco's face lit up instantly, and he held it out to her for her to take. She did, and then opened the door wider so that he could step inside. With the door shut, Draco looked much more at ease, and he took a seat on the edge of her bed, tapping his foot as he stared at the green and silver tie in her hand. "Thank you," he told her, "I couldn't think of anyone else to ask without humiliating myself further."
"That, and you wanted an excuse to see me," she pointed out, allowing the corners of her mouth to turn up in a smile. His did the same, and they stared at each other for a time. Hermione cleared her throat and stepped to him. "Sit up straight." Draco did as he was told, eyes now fixated on hers. She was reminded of their first sexual encounter together, on this very bed, when she had compared him, mentally, to a kitten. Innocent. Playful. Ready to pounce or sprint off, depending on how events played out. He looked now as he did then, and her smile widened as she wrapped the silken strap under his collar and began to tie a knot. Draco dared not move, and this close, she could hear his shallow breathing. He was trying very hard to be perfectly still, but his foot kept fidgeting. As she tied, Hermione said, "You look handsome."
"Yeah?" He twisted up an eyebrow, smirking. "You look like you just woke up."
"I might have," she admitted honestly. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Neither did I," he replied.
Hermione tightened the tie and set it straight, flipped his collar down to its proper place, and grinned. "There. All done." She made to move her hands away, but Draco's fingers wrapped around her wrists, bracing her hands on his shoulders. She noticed the diamond cufflinks on his wrists, and her chest tightened.
"Hermione." His smirk dropped, and he grew serious. "There's something I need to tell you."
She was quite sure, whatever it was, could wait. "Not now, Draco. I have to get ready." She pulled away from him and crossed the room to her dresser, digging around until she found her favorite blue skirt and white button up that she wore for outings. "I need to get dressed."
He leaned back on his elbows. "Alright." There was a playfulness to his tone.
"That means you need to leave."
"Why?" He pouted his lower lip with exaggeration. "I haven't seen you in your skivvies in some time."
"There's a reason for that."
"You're cross with me."
"I'm a little more than cross."
With a bit more confidence, he smirked. "Even still… not leaving."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine." She turned her back to him, taking her clothes over to the vanity mirror set up across from the bed and began to undress. She tried to ignore his eyes in the mirror, but still watched closely out of her peripheral vision. Draco didn't move, only watched on as she removed the last of her undergarments and stood before him, stark nude. She moved for her new clothing and watched as he sat up a bit straighter when she slipped into a fresh pair of silk, blue knickers that matched her skirt.
"Those new?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because someone keeps ripping apart all of my other pairs."
She caught his smirk in the reflection. "Oh. Yeah." He chuckled. "I'd say I'm sorry about that, but I'm not."
She rolled her eyes, forcing herself to keep the same stoic expression, though she wanted to smile. "Not surprised. -Where is my damn brush?" She searched high and low for it, and found it, wedged between the wall and the vanity. Sighing, she bent down to pick it up -and heard the bed creak. 'Uh oh.' She jumped up at once, and met Draco's cool reflection in the mirror, standing directly behind her. "Hello."
"Hi." His eyes danced with sexual tension. "Would you like some help?"
"No. I'm good. Thanks." She watched his eyes trail down in the mirror, staring at her reflected breasts. Her arms wrapped around herself, and she spun around. "Excuse you."
"Hmm?"
"I caught you looking."
"I wasn't trying to hide it," he shrugged, moving his hands up to her arms. Slowly, she allowed him to pry them down to her sides as he soaked in her curves. "Merlin, Hermione. Can't we just skip over all the bits where you're mad at me and move right on to the make-up sex?"
"No."
"Come on," he whined. "Please?"
"No means no."
"No means no," he mocked her. "Obviously. But what if I told you I had a gift for you?"
"A gift?" she raised an eyebrow. "For me?"
"That's what I said."
"What is it?"
"it's a surprise. You'd have to close your eyes."
"So you can ravish me without permission?"
"What if that was the gift?"
"Is it?"
"No. -That would be a perk, though. But I suppose if you're just too chicken…"
"Oh, for Merlin's…" She sighed, closing her eyes. "Fine, Draco. What's the gift?"
"Are your eyes closed?"
"Yes. They are."
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
"No peeking, now."
"Draco, I'm growing bored. Either get on with it or-" Hermione ceased her talking when Draco's lips pressed down on hers, soft and warm and full of life. At the same time, she felt something cold, like metal, brush against the skin around her collarbone, and she gasped into the kiss. When Draco pulled away and allowed her to open her eyes, he turned her back around to the mirror. Hermione's mouth fell open in awe.
Around her neck, dangling on a gold chain, was a beautiful, obviously expensive, emerald cut ruby pendant the size of her thumbnail. Not too big to be gaudy, but not too small, either. It glimmered from the sunlight in the window, reflecting bits of red light streaks back into her eyes. She touched her fingers to the very real ruby and shook her head. "What…? Why?"
"You deserve so much more than that," he said, voice low and seductive as his breath ghosted her ear, "But, for now, this is how I wanted to tell you."
"Tell me?" Her eyes nearly closed at the warmth of his hands that wrapped around her stomach, pulling her flesh to him, but the red jewel kept her attention. "Tell me what?"
"How much you mean to me. How sorry I am. Let me show you, Hermione." And just like that, one of his hands slipped between her thighs and began to rub against the fabric of her panties, directly over her clit. Hermione inhaled sharply, eyes closing, as her hands braced against the edge of the vanity. She heard Draco chuckle against the side of her neck as he began to trail kisses down to her shoulder. Giving her clit a playful pinch, he leaned his body forward, and therefore hers as well, until she was bent over the vanity. Draco leaned back upright, leaving her still bent forward, and pulled his hands away from her, making her groan. "You look so beautiful like this, you know. Take a look."
Hermione, leaning on her elbows, found the strength to open her eyes and catch herself in the reflection. Ass out, exposed to him but for the pretty silk underwear, she looked like the sexually charged vixen he always described her as, rather than the book-obsessed Healer she was known to be. At this angle, her breasts were pushed together between her arms, giving them a roundness that made them tantalizing, even to her. There was color in her cheeks and ears, and her mouth was parted in an attempt to catch her breath. Her earth-toned hair still held that 'just rolled out of bed' look, giving the impression that she was some wild temptress. And with the image of Draco Malfoy standing directly behind her, cheeks flushed with pink as he forced his hands not to roam over every inch of her body like she knew he desperately wanted to, she had never felt more powerful, or more vulnerable. And vulnerability was a frightening thing, wasn't it? But not with Draco. With him, she felt safe. She could be who she was, really, without any awkward glances or confused stares, the way Ron had. Draco encouraged her sexuality in ways she couldn't even dream of until they were plucked like forbidden fruit off the vine. She didn't need to be ashamed with him; only attentive.
Draco finally caved to his primal desires, running his fingers up and down her wet, covered folds, which were now soaked with arousal. "Professor Granger," he said, his voice teasing, "Are you enjoying yourself?"
Hermione bit back a moan and nodded her head, her hair spilling around her shoulders. "Mmhmm…"
"You've missed this, haven't you? My hand between your legs."
If Hermione bit into her lip any harder, she would surely draw blood, so she released her lip and groaned, "Fuck,yes, I have."
"I bet you'd love a few of my fingers inside of that warm, slippery cunt of yours, wouldn't you?"
"God, yes, Draco. Please."
"Listen to that. Begging so proper." He let a finger slip underneath the material and slide against her, spreading her wetness until he lubricated her clit, where he rubbed it with tiny strokes. "Still mad at me?"
She sighed in complacency as he played with her. "Furious."
"Good."
And of all the improper timing in the world there ever was, a knock came from the door. Hermione fought back a frustrated groan as Draco withdrew his hand immediately, catching his reflection in the mirror as he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.
"I wonder who that could be?" he whispered, lightly running a hand down her back. Her skin, prickling with sensitivity, lit to life under his touch, and she groaned quietly before standing up and gathering up her clothes.
Someone knocked at the door again.
"Yeah, yeah," Draco muttered, and then, louder, "Coming!" He gave Hermione a wink as she ran over to the side of the door, almost behind it, and began to dress as Draco pulled the door open, ready to play a distraction. "Longbottom," he said, fingers tapping along the edge of the door, cueing her to hurry along, "What can I do for you today?"
"Well, seeing as this is Hermione's dorm…" Neville's voice could be heard in the doorway. Hermione busily shifted into her skirt. "While I have you here, do you have the-"
Draco coughed loudly, almost as if he didn't want Neville to finish the sentence. "Er, Longbottom. Why don't you and I step outside for a moment? Hermione's in the loo, getting ready. Shouldn't be but a moment. You know how woman can be." He shoved Neville back out the threshold and peeked behind the door, nodding in approval as Hermione attempted to button her shirt. She stuck out her tongue at him, and he mimicked her before leaving the room with Neville to allow her to finish dressing.
When she was sure she wouldn't be disturbed, she rushed back over to the vanity, feeling the wetness pooling in her panties, and sighed, frustrated. If Neville had just been a little longer with arriving… her eyes caught sight of the ruby pendant still perched around her throat, and she smiled. It, then, dawned on her that the gold and red represented her Gryffindor house, which only made his gift that much more special. It was hard to stay mad at the man when he gifted her with something as beautiful and heartfelt as this.
There was a knock, and she said, "Come in!"
Draco stepped back into the room, smirking at her. "I had Longbottom wait for you in the Great Hall."
"Thank you." She grabbed up her hairbrush and began the process of taming her beastly curls. "What did Neville ask of you, by the way?"
"Oh. Er…" Draco waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing. Work related."
"Work related?" She raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.
"Of course. Do you doubt me?"
"You know what? I'm not even sure I really want to know." Her brush got caught in her hair, and, giving up, she set it down and waved her wand, spelling it into a messy bun at the top of her head. "That was rather cruel, you know. Now I'll have to change my underwear again."
"Absolutely not." He shook his head, coming to stand next to her. He wrapped an arm around her side and smirked at her in the mirror. "You keep those wet little knickers right where they are. -I want them to be a reminder of who you really belong to." He gave her a wink. "All set?"
"Almost." She walked over to her bed, retrieved a pair of black ballet flats, and smiled. "Now, I'm all set." She gathered her overnight bag.
"No, you're not."
"Why not?"
"Black shoes with a blue skirt? What are you? Twelve?"
"But I love these shoes."
"They hardly match, do they?"
"And you're going to give me advice on how to dress, now?"
"I'm only trying to save you from yourself -and your terrible sense of fashion."
"Are you sure you're not playing for the other team?"
"You and I both know just how straight I am." He winked again. "Still angry with me?"
"A bit less," she admitted, "But all around… yes."
He shrugged. "I'll take what I can get." He offered his arm out. "Shall we?"
"Yes… I…" She chewed on her bottom lip, fingers wrapped around the ruby. "This is beautiful, Draco. Thank you. I love… it."
He smirk turned into a smile, and she took his arm. He kissed her cheek, opened the door, and said, "I love it too, Hermione." Startled, she forgot how to breathe for a moment, only remembering once they were safely down the staircase. Surely he hadn't meant anything else other than the necklace… no… she read too much into it. Because, if he loved her, he'd come out and say it, wouldn't he?
"Wow!" exclaimed Neville as they entered the empty Great Hall. "Just… wow. Hermione, you look wonderful."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Remember, Longbottom. Hands to yourself. Or I promise you, you'll have a broken nose by the end of the night."
Neville rolled his eyes. "You don't scare me, Malfoy. No matter how many times you threaten me." He patted his pockets, checked for his wand, and then nodded. "Right. Well, Harry and Gin will be waiting for us in Hogsmeade. Shall we go ahead and set out?"
"Yes. I think that's best." Hermione nodded, turning to Draco. "Don't have too much fun rubbing elbows with the obnoxiously wealthy."
"Hey. I happen to be one of those said 'obnoxiously wealthy'," He leered, watching as Liam Killingsworth appeared in the doorway, tailored in expensive green dress robes. "Ah, Killingsworth. Right on schedule, I see." Behind him strolled in Lidia Cornelia, dressed in stunning lavender dress robes. "Cornelia?"
"Oh, yeah." Liam smiled. "Convinced my Mum to let me bring a date."
Two emotions instantly shot through Hermione like an electrical current. One; she was proud of Liam for taking the initiative to show off Lidia at such a prestigious event, and two; she was hurt, because it reminded her that two fourth years could be more open about their relationship that two grown adults.
"So I'm to escort both of you to the charity ball?"
"Yup."
Draco rolled his eyes, sneering, "Fine. It's your funeral." He nervously glanced over at Hermione, and they both shared the same, shame filled expression. He tapped his hand on his leg and sighed. "Hermione…"
"It's fine, Draco. Really," she said, quickly, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "Have fun. Neville and I will be just fine."
Neville nodded, picking up Hermione's bag. "Don't worry, Malfoy. She's in safe hands."
Draco glanced around the room, straightened his shoulders, and pushed through Liam and Lidia, huffy and full of authority. "Come on, lovebirds. Let's not keep the festivities waiting. I'm dying to see your father's expression, Killingworth." He turned his head over his shoulder, blew Hermione a kiss, and disappeared from view. Liam and Lidia shrugged to each other, and left, hand-in-hand to follow their Potion's professor out.
"It's really big of Malfoy, doing what he's doing," Neville said, bringing Hermione out of her depressed stupor. "I mean, I sort of get the impression he doesn't get on with his parents much anymore. What he's doing for St. Mungo's…"
"Because you forced him."
"Yeah," Neville grinned sheepishly, "But we both know Malfoy could have turned me down." He nudged her in the shoulder. "Come on, Mione. Let's get going."
She smiled softly and nodded. "Yes. Lets."
As they stepped towards the front doors to leave for Hogsmeade, Hermione reminded herself that she would need to just make it through the next 24 hours with her sanity intact before she could come back, hash it out with Draco, and fix everything. 24 hours with the Weasleys… what could possibly go wrong?
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