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Sexual Expression	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41140 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing — I know . . . I'm teasing you. Sorry! Also thank you to my beta, Mamacita. Dx

Lyn had obviously decided that the other semi-masturbatory techniques were a little too dangerous for that stage of the course, too, as the next lesson focussed instead on oral sex. There was a long and frank discussion about the merits of the act and people’s likes and dislikes, followed by a detailed look at the mechanics of both fellatio and cunnilingus, which, as ever Hermione found both interesting and informative.
She had never been all that keen on oral sex herself. She had given Ron blowjobs when they were a couple, as he particularly enjoyed them, but she had never liked it when he came in her mouth. As for him going down on her, it hadn’t been a regular occurrence and she had tried quite hard to get along without it in every relationship since. She was perfectly happy to forgo that dubious pleasure just as long as she didn’t have to give head.
It was with some trepidation, therefore, that she prepared for the latest practical. As ever, Malfoy was displaying his cock to her, his tongue far lewder this week than previously as it licked around his lips, and she was blushing as she turned away to join Chris. He, too, was looking a little strained.
‘Do you not want to do this?’ Hermione asked quietly, looking at her friend’s face.
Chris smiled weakly. ‘Of course I do,’ he said. ‘But I need you to do me first.’ He looked embarrassed to be asking.
‘I can do that,’ Hermione said, trying not to stammer. ‘Why? What’s the matter?’
Chris looked at her intently for a moment as if gauging whether she was going to laugh, then admitted quickly, ‘If I go down on you first I’ll be so aroused I’m not sure I’ll last ten seconds.’
‘You first, then,’ Hermione said quietly, although quite a large part of her thought ten seconds sounded just about perfect. ‘Lie down.’
Hermione crawled towards Chris, reaching out to caress his hardness in the way she had learnt he liked. He hissed in pleasure as she touched him. Her attention was momentarily distracted by the loud sounds of enjoyment issuing from the blonde Malfoy was with, but she soon returned to Chris. Her mouth slid gently over the end of his cock and he moaned loudly. Emboldened by the sound, she sucked on him, gently at first, then harder as his cries indicated his pleasure. Then she began to move her mouth, taking him deeper as she sucked; her hands found and playing with his balls as his stilted voice told her how wonderful she was.
She glanced up at Chris’ face and he gave a loud groan as he looked down at her in return. His hands twined into her hair as he pushed her further onto him. For a second, panic set in at his reaction, but the change in his cries indicated he was on the verge of coming. Hermione peeled his hands away and pulled back, keeping only the head of his cock in her mouth as Chris exploded, filling her with his seed.
The taste wasn’t great, but nor was it as bad as she remembered, and she managed to turn away and spit it into a tissue without Chris seeing her. He was still on his back with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. Hermione turned and realised with surprise that Malfoy had been watching her. He was lying on his back in the middle of being pleasured by his blonde friend but his gaze was, as was so often the case, firmly on Hermione and Chris. A lascivious smile crossed his face as he saw her looking at him his tongue once again licked his lips suggestively.
Hermione jumped as Chris, now recovered and ready to return the favour, touched her shoulder. Hermione glanced at Malfoy again and received another of those smirks, and she realised he would be watching as Chris went down on her. Slightly flustered, she submitted to Chris’ touch as he pushed her down onto her back and rose over her, his hands already moving to caress her thighs.
After a soothing amount of inner thigh massage, Chris removed Hermione’s knickers, brushing his hand over her mound and feeling the damp warmth of her arousal as he did so. Once she was open to him he pulled her legs wider, gazing down at where his fingers were stroking her slit. A moment later he was between her legs, his tongue grazing around her clitoris as Hermione bit her bottom lip in an effort to not cry out. Then Chris’ tongue was on her slit, sliding between her soft folds. He groaned with enjoyment and wrapped his arms around her legs to pull her closer to his mouth. Hermione arched her back unconsciously and let out several small whimpers as her head turned to the side.
Malfoy had moved his partner to a different position, obviously to give himself a better view of Hermione and Chris. But the feelings Chris was drawing from Hermione overtook all worry about being watched by her former nemesis as her muscles contracted, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. And still Chris continued; her pussy became more and more sensitive, every slight touch causing her to cry in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she begged him to release her. Again her eyes caught Malfoy’s to find that lecherous gaze fixed firmly on her as Chris sucked on her clit, causing her to explode with a loud wail. A moment later Malfoy, too, came, his partner pulling away to gaze at him happily as she swallowed his seed.
Chris finally released Hermione and she lay there panting, unable to regulate her breathing or her heart, which seemed to be beating twice as fast as usual. That had been the most unique and wonderful experience of her life; she now realised her previous lovers had not been very good. In fact, she decided Ron, and no doubt Harry, too, could definitely benefit from doing the course themselves. Chris had crawled up next to her and pulled her into his arms and talked to her quietly, his hand stroking her face as her breathing and heart rate slowly returned to normal. He had seen Malfoy watching them, as usual, and pulled Hermione’s skirt down to cover her modesty, something she found touching and strangely quaint.
By now the sounds of whispering had overtaken the sounds of pleasure in the room, and Lyn called the class to order. She spent a few minutes priming them for their next lesson, warning them that they were now reaching the serious stage of the course. The students laughed nervously as they collected their things. Everyone knew what the next stage was.
Chris had already picked up his bag and stood ready to leave.
‘Sorry, I’ve got to get going,’ he said apologetically. ‘It’s my best mate’s birthday and I’m supposed to go for a drink with him tonight. He tried to get me to blow off class, but I couldn’t do that to you.’ He looked tenderly at Hermione and then his eyes strayed to Malfoy, who seemed to be in deep conversation with the blonde. ‘I’m really sorry, Hermione.’
Hermione smiled at him, trying not to let her disappointment show. ‘No problem, Chris,’ she said cheerfully. ‘You get on. Have a good evening and don’t get too drunk.’
Chris bent to kiss her on the cheek, then headed towards the door, not bothering to look back. Hermione watched him go, her heart sinking. They had finally got intimate, extremely intimate, and he couldn’t wait to get away from her. What would he be like if they actually had intercourse? Her eyes had drifted in Malfoy’s direction and she noted that he was still busy with the blonde. She quickly finished packing her bag and made her way to the exit.

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‘Mmmm, you can certainly do that to me any time you want, Granger,’ Malfoy said, his seductive voice in her ear again as he caught her once more just outside the door. She had absolutely no idea how he had managed to get there that fast. ‘You have a very good technique. Your partner certainly seemed to enjoy it.’
He blew gently on the back of Hermione’s neck, making one of those tingling shivers run through her and causing her to bite her lip so as not to make a noise.
‘And I’d be more than happy to reciprocate. You look delicious — and taste that way, too, judging by the way your friend was enjoying himself. Just think of the pleasure we could give each other, Granger. And all those beautiful noises you make.’
Draco’s arm wrapped around Hermione’s waist as he pressed against her back, his breath hot in her ear. Hermione froze. She knew squirming would just make him grip her tighter. She needed to wait for him to relax his grasp a bit before she could get away.
‘I really don’t understand what your problem with men is,’ Draco continued silkily, ‘unless you’re completely frigid when it comes to intercourse.’
Hermione stiffened in his arms. She had no idea what her problem was, either, but regardless of what it was, it was none of Malfoy’s business.
‘Leave me alone,’ she said unhappily. ‘What does it matter to you what my problem is?’ She tried to pull away but Draco pulled her back against him.
‘I can help you if you want, Granger,’ he said, his lips brushing the side of her neck as he spoke. ‘All you have to do is ask.’
‘Stop it. I’m not interested,’ Hermione said, trying to stop her voice from catching. ‘Now, let me go.’ This time she pushed away and succeeded. Draco had released her.
‘You’re lying, Granger,’ he said smoothly, looking at her intently. ‘You want me as much as I want to fuck you — you just don’t want to ask for it.’
He licked his lips as he looked at her musingly for a moment longer. ‘Is that it, Granger?’ he asked wonderingly. ‘Would you prefer me to just take it?’ He took a step towards her, his eyes glinting wickedly, but stopped when he saw the look of distress in her eyes.
‘Please tell me you didn’t mean what I think you meant,’ Hermione said quietly, shaking her head as she backed away from him.
‘I didn’t mean rape if that’s what you’re thinking,’ Draco said defensively. ‘I just meant that some women like it a bit rougher, like to be dominated — still consensual, but—’
‘Well, not me,’ Hermione said quickly. ‘And for your information, Malfoy, I have no interest in you, sexual or otherwise.’ Gripping her bag tightly, she walked around him warily as if worried he would grab her again and hurried down the corridor towards her room, not even looking back.
‘Keep telling yourself that, Granger,’ Draco said softly as he watched her go. ‘But I know differently.’

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Hermione had been worried that Chris would dump her as his partner, but he turned up for lunch as usual on Wednesday and seemed perfectly normal and friendly, so Hermione relaxed a little. Maybe he really had gone to a friend’s birthday drinks and it hadn’t just been an excuse to get away from her after their intimacy.
That turned out to be the truth because he introduced her to the birthday boy, a Scotsman whose name was Robbie, or Rob to his friends. The two of them had ribbed each other mercilessly about the massive hangovers they had suffered the following day.
Robbie had been pleasant enough, and when told that Hermione was Chris’ partner in the class he had refused to miss, he gave a knowing smile.
‘Oh, aye, no wonder he didn’t want to skip class,’ he said. ‘If you were my class partner I probably wouldn’t have made the drinks at all.’ He winked at Hermione, making her blush. ‘So, is there any chance of you taking this wee reprobate under your wing outside of class?’ Robbie asked interestedly.
Hermione blushed again, uncertain of what to say.
‘Leave her alone, Rob. The poor girl doesn’t need you badgering her,’ Chris said in amusement. ‘I only brought you over to introduce you — now bugger off.’
Robbie grinned almost maniacally. ‘Very possessive,’ he stage-whispered into Hermione’s ear. ‘You wanna watch him, love. What you need is someone a little more relaxed, maybe someone . . . Scottish.’
Chris glared at his friend but there was no real malice attached to it. ‘Why would she want to be saddled with someone Scottish?’ he asked, shaking his head. ‘She’s got better taste than that.’
Robbie punched Chris affectionately on the arm. ‘Not that good or she wouldn’t have found herself stuck with you,’ he retorted. Then, patting Chris on the shoulder, Robbie gave an ostentatious wave accompanied by a kiss blown to Hermione and wandered off to another table to chat with other friends.
‘Sorry about Rob,’ Chris said, looking at his friend ruefully. ‘He does go a bit over the top sometimes.’
Hermione grinned. ‘I rather liked him, although I can imagine he can be a bit overwhelming after a while. Does he know what class we’re taking?’
Chris went a bit pink. ‘No, I haven’t told any of my friends what class it is. I didn’t really fancy getting the piss ripped out of me more than I already do. Have you told your friends?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No. I know exactly what you mean about getting the piss taken, though. Harry and Ron would rib me for eternity, I expect. Although I was thinking they could do with taking the class themselves. Perhaps once I’ve finished I’ll suggest they sign up for it next year.’ She smirked wickedly.
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