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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39683 -:- 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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Oh wow! Here we are! The final two chapters. Posting them at once. I want to thank everyone for following, favoriting, and reviewing this story thus far. It has been a trip, a lesson, and an experience that I will remember, always. Sex Ed -tell your friends!
And, as always, thank you Waymay for helping me out, feeding me plot ideas, and putting up with my constant texting. XD Waymay's Empire has 4 chapters now, and I highly recommend if you loved the comedy in Sex Ed. Waymay is far more hilarious than myself. Please, give her story some love!
LightofEvolution, thank you so, so much for giving me this plot bunny. It has become such a wild adventure trying to tame it! I hope you love this, and the epilogue. I hope it warms your heart, and I hope you get everything you deserve and want (here, and in life.) You're a sweet soul, and you deserve the best
Also, if you're wondering what to read after this is done, besides what I've listed above, I still have Bond (smut) , How To Train Your Auror (mystery), How To Train Your Auror Two, Drinking Buddies (filled with smut, still fixing my editing mistakes before my days with Waymay) and Pitch (one shot). Enjoy those, and hopefully I'll see you guys enjoying those as well! Much love.
~A.
And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am
So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are
"Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran
Draco stared, pensively, at the witch, who managed to capture his heart, sleeping so soundly in the bed next to him, thanking the stars above she loved him back. She looked adorable with strands of tight curls resting over her nose as she snored soundlessly, dreaming whatever it was she dreamt about. Parchment, perhaps? Or mathematical figures? One could never be too sure when it came to Hermione Granger.
Finding it difficult to sleep, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up to look around the tent, fashioned like a quaint, one bedroom flat, in the Weasley's backyard. If his teenage self could see him now -he'd probably die of a heart attack. Or mortification. Or both.
He decided if he couldn't sleep, he'd maybe like some fresh air. Settle his nerves. After all, he'd only just confessed his love for Hermione hours before. And befriended Neville Longbottom. And sat at the Weasley picnic table after a ruggish game of Quidditch to which him and Potter beat out Weasley and Longbottom, amongst other of the Weasley clan.
Wow. He wasn't sure he could take much more of this alternate universe without his head spinning.
He slipped on his pair of trousers and dress shoes and exited the tent. He was surprised to see someone standing outside another tent opposite of him; Weasley. Ron Weasley, to be exact. In his hands was the cigar from his father, and when his eyes caught with Draco, he blew a large puff of smoke through his nostrils.
"Taking up the habit?" Draco asked, a slight tease in his voice. He had half a mind to whip right back around inside of the tent in retreat -but he caught himself and stood his ground.
"Erm… just needed to… clear my head," the redhead replied, quiet. Daunting. "You're up late."
"Couldn't sleep."
"Yeah." Weasley nodded. "I know the feeling."
The two men stared each other down for a time, until Draco grew bored of the silence and decided to play nice (for Hermione). "Good game tonight." He rubbed the back of his head in nervousness. Being nice, especially to Weasley, was not something he was accustomed to.
Weasley's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, but he caught himself and cleared his throat, muttering, "Yeah. Wasn't really a fair game, though, was it? I had Neville on my team. And you had George."
"You have to admit, though, it was entertaining to watch him dangle upside down for ten minutes trying to figure out how to turn right side up."
"Maybe for you!" Weasley cracked a smile. "Those ten minutes cost us in the game."
"Weasley, your team was so far behind, you're taking the piss if you thought you could catch up in those ten minutes."
Both men, despite standing idly across from their childhood rival, started to laugh. Real laughs. Telling laughs. Draco felt his stomach tighten at the realization that, somehow, he had bonded with a Weasley over Quidditch. How very, very strange.
"I still don't like you," Weasley said, point a finger at Draco as he chuckled.
"I don't like you!" Draco laughed back. "I -ahaha- I never have!"
"I think you're a whiny, spoiled brat!"
"I think you're a degraded piece of shit!"
"I've had fantasies where you've fallen off your broom and broke your arm."
"I put itching powder in your Quidditch gear to sabotage your games at Hogwarts."
"That was you?"
Draco roared in laughter, now, having to barrel over and support his hands on his legs to keep from falling over. "I fucking hate you, Weasley."
Ron snorted, rolling his eyes. "The feeling's mutual, Malfoy. -Oh, come on. It's not that …mhmmh… ahaha… haha a- funny!"
Draco couldn't help it. The laughing kept up until his sides hurt and he could hardly catch his breath. Weasley dropped his cigar, clutching his stomach as he, too, burst forward in a fit of unmanly giggles. From a tent aways down, George Weasley emerged, smiling.
"It works, then."
"What?" Draco could hear Weasley ask, bewildered through his own laughter.
"Laughing powder. Put it in both your shoes before you went to bed. This is going to be wizard at the joke shop…"
"Fucking… ahaha… Weasleyssahaha…" Draco fell over in a barrel of laughs.
Three Months Later
Hermione stood outside of the Great Hall, awaiting the students to file in for their final exam of Biology: the Sexual Education portion of their curriculum. Fourth through Seventh years were seated at individual desks inside, each with a nameplate for their designated seating. The exam would be a third of their Biology grade.
"What happens if I fail this course?" asked Bradley Wayne as he approached the entryway.
Hermione shot him a foreboding smile. "Considering your exam scores for the rest of my class, I would advise you not to fail."
"Come now, Wayne," said a cool, collected voice from behind. Draco Malfoy approached Hermione's side, a smirk perched across his face. "Let's do our best for poor Professor Granger here."
"But if I fail, that means I get to do another year with you, doesn't it?" Wayne asked Hermione. "It's tempting…"
"Oh, get in there," Hermione rolled her eyes. "And I'm much too old for you!" She turned attention on her boyfriend. "And you! That wasn't helpful at all. 'Poor Professor Granger?' Are you trying to encourage the failing of this course?" She jostled him in the ribs. Draco's smirk widened, and he shrugged. "So you don't care if I never return to teach here again?"
"Oh, I never said that," he winked at her. "I have to admit, you've grown on me." He untucked a small, folded paper from his pocket and slipped it in her hand.
"What's this?"
"Just put it in your pocket."
"Why?" she raised an eyebrow. "Is it going to explode? Or catch my robes on fire?"
Draco merely shrugged again. "You don't trust me?"
Hermione glanced around the entryway, and, when she saw no students momentarily, she pulled Draco off behind one of the large Great Hall doors and kissed him square on the lips. "Just tell me if it's a prank."
"It's a note, Hermione," he rolled his eyes. "Paper. Ink. A spritz of my cologne. That's it."
"Oh." She glanced down at the paper and slipped it in her pocket. "Well, that's good then."
Draco tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled. "Ready?"
"Let's."
They untucked themselves from behind the doorway, waited two more minutes for any trailing students, and then shut the large hall doors with a wave of their wands.
Hermione approached the podium first, meeting eyes with Neville, who stood at the back of the Hall, hands tucked in his pockets and a lazy smile on his face. Over the last three months, Hermione found it in her heart to forgive him completely for his idiocies that night at the Weasley's -it was much easier thanks to Draco's discovery of the cake being the main source of Neville's advances. And since Professor L gave up on his conquest to destroy the 'Dramione' couple (as the school had now coined them), he and Draco had grown quite close towards the end of the year. Enough that the two had gone out for drinks at the Leaky Cauldron one night after work, and Neville bumped into Hannah Abbott. The former Hufflepuff, according to Draco, seemed easier on the eyes since their days in Hogwarts, and Neville fell in love nearly instantly. 'Or he thought with his prick,' Draco had said, shrugging, 'But to a man, is there much of a difference?'
It was nice to see Neville so happy, carefree, and - sure of himself. He gave her a soft wave, and she waved back. Later, after all exams were graded, they all made plans to go out for drinks together. It was a nice change of pace, Draco Malfoy getting along with everyone Hermione held dear. It, truly, proved how much he loved her.
"Good afternoon! Today will conclude your last day of Sex Ed. This exam represents one third of your Biology grade, so I encourage all of you to take this as seriously as possible. The written exams will appear on your desks momentarily, and Professor L, Malfoy, and myself with be monitoring for any cheating. Does everyone have a quill? Ink? Any questions? Right -let's begin."
Hermione waved her wand and conjured exams for each and every desk in the Great Hall. As she began to pace between the rows of students, she caught eyes with Draco across the way, who raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head, pointing to his clipboard. 'Distracted?' he mouthed.
She rolled her eyes in response and mouthed back, 'Hardly.'
They crossed paths in the center, and Hermione felt her pocket vibrate. With her back to Draco, she reached inside of her pocket, pulling out his note, which now buzzed against her hand like a cell phone. She glanced back at him, but he was busy scribbling something onto his clipboard to take notice of her. Curious, she opened up the paper and pressed it against her own clipboard, smoothing out the creases. Words appeared across the paper -in real time.
'You really should stop flirting with your potion's professor, Miss Granger.'
Hermione laughed out loud, distracting the student next to her. "Eyes down at your work, Miss Wallum," she said at once, scolding herself inwardly for being so childish. She untucked a pencil from her hair and scribbled back,
'Two way parchment? What are you? Twelve?'
She heard him chuckle from across the Hall, and his eyes connected with hers for but a moment before he gave her a scolding expression, pointed around to the students, and mouthed, 'Focus on your work!'
New words appeared on the paper. 'What are you wearing under those robes?'
"Nice try, Mister Renaldo," Hermione said, tearing her eyes away from her clipboard and grabbing up what she recognized as an ever-notes quill, courtesy of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They were designed to hoard stored notes and write them down when asked questions, meant to practice for exams. Not for actual exams. Well, knowing George, they might be. "I happen to know the man who designed this quill." She stuck it in her pocket and handed him an ordinary one from her pockets. "Fifty points from Slytherin."
Renaldo looked horrified down at the paper, and Hermione wrote back to Draco, 'This is highly inappropriate for two professors.'
They met again down another aisle, but neither one of them looked each other in the eye. Though Draco did manage to whisper, "You're no fun."
Again, he wrote on his paper, and it appeared on hers. 'We have a bet to settle, Professor Granger.'
The corners of Hermione's lips turned up, and she wrote back, 'Indeed, we do.'
'Care to raise the stakes?'
"What are you writing?" Neville asked as Hermione passed him on their rounds. She, immediately, dropped her clipboard to her side.
"Neville, I'm trying to get ahead on what songs you're going to sing at karaoke tonight," she answered quickly, making the Herbology teacher pale.
"Hermione, you know I don't sing."
"Nonsense. Hannah says you have a wonderful voice."
She patted him on the top of the head and, after passing him, pulled her clipboard back up to her eye line and scribbled, 'What did you have in mind?'
'Winner chooses something from the list.'
Oh, Hermione liked the sound of that. 'It's nearly complete, now.'
'I've added a few things.'
'Have you?' Hermione hadn't pulled out her list copy in quite some time. Read it is now all she wanted to do.
'Yes.'
She tried hard not to giggle as she wrote, 'Alright. Bet.'
'Wonderful. -So, are you wearing panties? Or is it starkers under that Hogwarts regulation uniform?'
Hermione rolled her eyes. Some things never changed.
"Oh God," Hermione moaned as Draco kneeled between her legs, lapping happily at her clit in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library. Her hands fisted his hair as his tongue licked at her like she was the last lolly at Honeydukes. "Mmm… don't stop…"
Hermione's skirt, underwear, and shirt had been discarded somewhere in the last aisle over. Draco, still fully clothed, parted her legs further apart with the guidance of his hands, expertly tonguing her while humming happily against her swollen bud. When her legs began to quake, he cupped the cheeks of her ass and scooted her forward, rolling her hips in time with each and every movement of his tongue. The rest of Hogwarts was celebrating their last day before summer vacation with a final game of Quidditch; Ravenclaws and Slytherins versus Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. A perfect time for two professors to sneak away unnoticed for some last minutes of fun.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, "Right there, like that… fuck…" She closed her eyes and tried to quiet herself as her hips bucked automatically; Draco was, really, a very skilled oral artist with that soft tongue of his. "I'm… I'm so close…" For years, she'd fantasized about fooling around in the Restricted Section. Now, she had just one more thing to check off her list. Especially since she was the one to win the bet.
"What?" Draco gasped, snatching up the results as Hermione giggled into her hand. "There has to be some bloody mistake. These children are magical. How the Hell could they soak in the muggle lessons more than the magical ones?"
Hermione roared in laughter as she buried her face in her arms folded over the desk in her dorm. "I win!" She shouted happily. "I… ahaha.. I win!"
"You rigged it," he narrowed his eyes, though his tone was playful.
"Hardly." She stifled her laughter long enough to add, "I, simply, must be a better Professor than you."
"Hey. You've won the bet, but I wouldn't go that far." He crumbled the results paper up and tossed it over his shoulder. "Alright, Miss Granger," he grumbled, "You've… won."
"Sorry?" She tore her head up and smiled. "I think I'm going deaf. I could barely hear you…"
Draco rolled his eyes. "You've won. Happy?"
"Oh, yes. I'm ecstatic." She pointed her finger at him. "Have fun grading papers next school year. I think I'll start off with prostate exams."
Draco winced. "Alright. Gloating over, Professor." He spun her chair around, scooped her up over his shoulder, and carried her to the bed before tossing her down on it. Before Hermione had time to retaliate, he had already climbed on top of her and begun to kiss down the length of her neck. "Shall we celebrate your victory with a shag?"
"Mmmh… nice try, Draco." She pushed him off of her and flipped them so that she was on top. "I do recall I get to pick something from the list, now."
"You do." He nodded. Hermione scrambled over to her pillow, lifted it, and revealed her copy list. "What is that?"
"It's your list. Well, a copy," she admitted. When he stared at her, disbelieving, she added, "I blame your Slytherin nature rubbing off on me."
"You've had a copy of my list the entire time?" he looked to it, concerned. "Have… have you read it, recently?"
"No," she shook her head, eyebrows furrowing. "Why?" Why did he look relieved when she denied looking at the list?
He released a long breath of air and muttered, "Good. -Well… open it up now, then."
Hermione raised an eyebrow but did as she was told. A blush crept up her cheeks all the way to her ears as she noticed all of the recent checks off of the list as they neared completion. She took a moment to graze down the list with leisure before she found, in bright green ink, a new suggestion scribbled at the bottom, near the foot of the page. She looked at it once, twice, three times, before looking back up to him and read it aloud.
"Travel Europe with Hermione Granger on summer vacation."
Draco cleared his throat, wetted his lips with his tongue, and shifted upright on the bed. "Erm… yeah. That's… that's one of the suggestions."
Hermione looked down to the list and then back up to him with a smile. "That's quite a Slytherin way of asking."
He smirked. "Well?"
She smiled. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
Draco threw a fist into the air. "Fuck yes!"
"Fuck yes," Draco muttered against Hermione's throat, pounding into her again and again against the sturdy frame of the Restricted Section's back wall of books. Hermione groaned in his ear, tightening her legs around his hips. True, they weren't being the quietest, but they'd hardly get another chance to have the entire library alone to themselves. They'd been going at it like bunnies for the last hour or so, but neither one of them planned to call it quits any time soon. "Fuck, you're so wet, Hermione…"
"Your fault," she teased, licking along the shell of his ear as he slammed particularly hard into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and Draco relished in the pain.
Draco could feel a bead of sweat drip down his forehead, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the satisfied moan from Hermione's throat and the elation across her face before he kissed her hard and rough and telling. He loved this witch. More than anything else -more than himself. And, for once in Draco Malfoy's life, he didn't care if he'd lost the bet. He'd lose a thousand bets if it meant having Hermione in his life today, tomorrow, forever. "Gonna… marry you… one day…" he groaned as he sent her into her fifth orgasm of the afternoon. The back of Hermione's head hit the bookcase so hard that it knocked several books down around them. Her mouth parted. Her moan was telling. She loved the idea as much as he did.
Ron Weasley stood outside of his mother's house, staring down at the unwrapped Nimbus 2K3 that came in the mail just this morning. His fingers graced over the wooden handle, the neatly molded bristles, the footrests at the bottom. Had this edition even been released in the shops yet? Ron couldn't recall…
Molly Weasley stepped out the front door, startled by the gorgeous broomstick in her son's hand. "What's that, dear? Did you buy a new broom?"
"I… it was just sitting here. With this." Ron held up a small note between his fingers.
On it, it read, 'To Ron Weasley. –Thanks for being such a fuck up.'
:) Don't forget the epilogue!
~A.
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