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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
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The Price of Knowledge

Disclaimer: I do not own this

Chapter 3

I should have guessed that my search for research material
would be an embarrassing experience.

I started my search in the restricted section. I narrowly
dodged Madam Pince and her ever-watchful gaze as I found two books on witch and
wizard anatomy and the joys of magical procreation. They had a lot of
information on the mechanics of the body when it came to sex and procreation,
but very little about the psychological aspects, or the pleasure involved. The
conception book was more or less a guide to the average witch�s pregnancy, but
included a chapter of ways of increasing your chances of getting pregnant
through very clinical sexual positions. It suggested I read the Kama Sutra to find
out more, but I highly doubted I would find a book like that in the Hogwarts
library.

So, I ended up looking one up in a stolen adult catalogue
from Flourish and Blotts. Not only did I find the infamous Kama Sutra but a
slew of other books that would be informative; 101 Ways to Please Your Wizard,
Sex Toys For Every Season, Mastering Your Domain (a Practical Guide to
Masturbation), Bondage and You, and the ever popular Joy of Sex. My pocket was
several dozen galleons lighter, but I had a very good starting point in my
hands Friday evening.

When I received my packages, Ron and Harry were quick to
inquire about them. Usually we opened our mail during breakfast, but I wasn�t
about to broadcast my new interests over the entire Great Hall.

�Mind your own business!� I pushed Ron�s hands away and
clutched the books tightly to my chest. �They�re for my latest research
project. Besides, it�s not as if you would want to see another boring book
anyway!�

He huffed at me, even though he knew I was right. �Fine! Be
secretive. Like I care!� he retorted.

He could be such an infant sometimes. I took off
mid-breakfast to hide the books in the trunk by my bed. Even though I doubted
anyone would go into my belongings without permission, I took no chances. I
cast a ward so strong I imagine most of the professors would be hard pressed to
take it down. I gathered my things and headed for class feeling pretty good
about myself.

I liked having a secret. It was kind of fun to know
something no one else knew.

In Transfiguration I took my usual seat beside Harry and
scanned the classroom. Draco was there and I tried not to blush when I saw him.
He was in the back sitting with Pansy and Goyle, looking oddly disgruntled. I
wondered if he was still dwelling on whatever made him upset that night in the
library. Since that night, that question had been in the back of my mind.

Yet it was three days later now, and his brow was still
furrowed. Something was going on with him.

�Enjoying the view, Mudblood?� Pansy snorted.

Shite, I must have been staring at him. All three Slytherins
were glaring at me. Unable to come up with something clever I shook any
delusions from my head and sat down.

�What were you thinking about, �Mione?� Harry asked.

�I don�t know. A little bit of everything,� I answered, and
it was almost the truth.

Harry took this answer and nodded, but I don�t think he
believed me.��

Before class started, someone threw a quill at me and it hit
my neck, drawing a line in leftover ink. �Wotcher!� Goyle called, laughing.

I turned to give him a piece of my mind, but found myself
staring at Draco instead. He was watching me this time, arms folded across his
chest and his expression smug.

This was the guy who inspired my sexual revolution? I
shuddered.

Oddly enough, so did he just then. I turned back in my seat,
and focused on wiping the ink off my skin rather
than thinking about that particular Slytherin, even though that was quite a
feat. I spent most of class wondering about him, and part of the next
class too.

After classes I ignored my homework and threw myself onto my
bed, casting a Disillusionment spell, one that made it appear as if I was
actually sleeping soundly. It was quite handy when you didn�t want the other
girls to know what you were doing, or with whom. Both Ginny and I had learned
the spell from Fleur the summer after my sixth year, and surprisingly it was
pretty useful. I made sure to cast a silencing charm as well, and keep the
curtains drawn. To the other girls who dared peek in, it would appear as if I
was just napping. No one would be the wiser.

I plowed through most of the material within two hours. I
had a photographic memory � it had gotten me through scrapes both minor and
major during my life. I lied down for a long time, staring at the canopy over
my bed, digesting the information.

What I needed to do was start experimenting, learning my own
likes and desires first before moving into the advanced stuff. I also realized
that the advanced would include a partner, but I had to take baby steps before
I learned to walk.

I began by taking off my clothes and giving myself a once
over. I wasn�t the prettiest girl in my year, but I wasn�t ugly. I always felt
my breasts were too big and my legs too lanky, but I did have good skin, and I
still had my tan from the winter holiday in Rio with my parents. My hair�well,
I couldn�t imagine any sexy fantasy with my long, frizzy hair involved so I
just pulled it back into a bun. It could at least be out of my face so I could
see everything.

I began to stroke my breast. It was rather smooth and
responsive to my touch � my nipples were erect and hard. I pinched them softly
and liked the sensation. I used to wonder why anyone would pierce them, but I
imagine it�s not very different than having them pinched. It would be
uncomfortable in a bra though, and I had to wear a bra everyday � otherwise my
breasts looked like ferrets on the loose.

My hand traveled down further, across my rib cage and my
belly to my hip. I could feel stretch marks from my last growth spurt, but
thankfully they were faint. I also noticed how sensitive this skin was � but
then again, this was not a place I was used to being touched by anything aside
from clothing.�

I ran my fingers through my pubic hair and noticed the
difference from my hair. It�s wild and coarse, while the hair on my head is
wild but soft. It�s not as nice a feeling, but it�s not horrible. I read quite
a bit regarding the length and style of one�s pubic hair � and until I knew
better, I was going to keep it as is, but shaving it off was tempting.

I found my labia next, like lips. I stroked them softly,
marveled at the feeling, before I slipped my finger in. The first thing I
touched was soft tissue. It wasn�t my clitoris, but it wasn�t my vagina either.
I moved my fingers lower and found my opening. It was tight and I could barely
slip my finger in, so I moved upwards to my clitoris again. I rubbed it a few
times, marveled at the sensation before bringing my other hand down and
inserting a finger again.

I continued to stroke my clit as my other finger explored my
vaginal passage. The walls were slicker this time, and although I was hunched
into an uncomfortable position trying to stimulate both spots at the same time,
it was getting wetter and wetter and felt unbelievable. I shifted my hips to
reposition my finger and felt something hard a few inches in � something that
had the texture of a walnut. I couldn�t believe it � I had found my g-spot on
my first exploration!

My fingertip grazed ribbed surface a few times before I gave
up. My finger was just not long enough to stimulate the surface successfully. I
tried to imagine my fingers being longer, being on someone else�s hand while my
other hand kept stroking.

I repositioned myself, moving the fingers that had explored
my vagina to massage my breast as I kept rubbing myself. I closed my eyes and
tried to imagine what it would be like if it weren�t my hands touching myself,
but someone else�s, someone with pale unblemished skin and soulful silver
eyes�.

I felt the familiar fire run through my blood and pool
between my thighs as the heat consumed me. I cried out, suddenly thankful I had
remembered the silencing spell.

I moved my hand slowly � I felt very sensitive. And I was
getting tired. I managed to pull the blankets around me before I fell asleep,
where I would dream of imaginary lovers.

Tbc�
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