Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Lessons and Obsessions	By : LennaNightrunner Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 85098 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
CHAPTER FOUR: CONJECTURE

Every rational part of Hermione wanted to fight Malfoy, to somehow get him punished for what he had done to
her. The nerve of him! She doubted that going to a teacher would solve
anything, though. Her own anger had seemed to have no effect on him, and if it
did, then she�d certainly undermined that by giving in to him so easily.

She was further frustrated by the fact that the kiss had
turned her on so effectively that she�d had to go straight back to her room to
masturbate just so she could get him off her mind long enough to finish her
homework before dinner. And of course while she was touching herself all she
could see was Malfoy. Malfoy
pinning her to the wall in the library, pressing up against her, grabbing her,
making her show him her fantasies, kissing her like she�d never been kissed
before. The most amazing and horrifying part of this was that now she was
getting off to memories, not fantasies.

When Ron and Ginny returned from Quidditch
practice just before dinner, covered in mud and grass, Hermione found that she
could barely look at either of them without feeling ashamed. She felt certain
that if either of them knew what had happened in the library, they would be
disgusted with her.

As they talked about their day over dinner, Hermione knew
that it wasn�t exactly a lie to say that she�d spent the day doing homework,
but she still felt guilty. However, she found that the more Ron talked, the
more her guilt was replaced by irritation and self-righteousness. It was Ron,
really, who had driven her to this! People kept telling her that if she just
waited for him to pluck up the courage, he would make a move. But he�d had so
many opportunities, and he hadn�t done anything! She was beginning to think
that he didn�t fancy her at all. That hurt, because she really thought she
loved him. But clearly, if anything was going to happen between them, it wasn�t
going to happen anytime soon.

Hermione�s mind wandered as Ron blathered on and on about Quidditch practice. If it was obvious that nothing would
happen between Ron and her in the near future, then why should she feel guilty
about letting Malfoy kiss her? It�s not as if she had
a boyfriend that she was cheating on. If someone as handsome and as universally
desired as Malfoy could find Hermione attractive,
then what was Ron�s problem? Surely if she had no obligation to Ron, she was
free to experiment with Malfoy as much as she wished.
But what if that led to sex? That thought made Hermione nervous. She had always
wanted her first time to be with someone special� someone that she loved. She
had hoped that it would be Ron, but how could she even be sure that he loved
her?

What would happen if she ended up giving her virginity to
someone like Draco Malfoy? If Ron finally came
around, maybe years from now, would he forgive her? Honestly, though, she was
seventeen years old! Anyone who expected her not to have slept with someone
else by the time she was seventeen would be acting unreasonably, so any future
boyfriends couldn�t take issue with it. And if they did, maybe they weren�t
worth it. Ron could be hardheaded about a lot of things, but Hermione liked to
hope that if he really cared about her, he would forgive her for sleeping with someone
else. �She might just leave out the bit about it being Draco Malfoy.

A nervous smile crossed Hermione�s lips as she solidified
her decision in her mind. She would go ahead with the agreement she and Malfoy had made, even if it lead to sex, and she wouldn�t
waste any more time feeling guilty about it. Well, not too much time, anyway. She was of age now and was more than capable
of making these kinds of decisions for herself.

�What�s so funny, �Mione?� Ginny
looked at Hermione curiously, noticing her smile.

Hermione snapped to attention with a start, blushing and
trying to act as though she had been listening to their conversation all along.

�Nothing! I just� I was just
thinking about something I read in a book.� Stellar recovery.

Ron rolled his eyes. �You and your books,
Hermione. Honestly, you really need to get out and have some fun once in
a while.�

Hermione glared at Ron. �As a matter of fact, Ronald,
I happen to like reading. And just because you aren�t around to see me
having fun, that doesn�t mean that I don�t have any.�

Gathering up her books hastily, she stormed off, leaving a
stunned Ron and Ginny at the Gryffindor table wondering what had just happened.

*****

The girl really had no idea what she had gotten herself
into.

Draco knew from experience that the easiest way to keep a
girl from getting attached to you is to give her a really selfish fucking and
then kick her out before she can put her clothes back on. If you want her to be
physically, but not emotionally attached, then you give her a slightly less
selfish fucking that makes all other sex pale in comparison, then kick her out
before she can put her clothes back on. But if you want her to be attached to
you, body and consciousness, craving you every minute that you�re not touching
her, then you�ve got to move slowly.

He would make sure that Granger would crave him like that.
Draco wanted to plague her consciousness like she had been plaguing his. He
would have her begging for him in the end. So far, he�d been doing exactly the
right things to ensure that that happened. If he continued toying with her at
this pace, by the time he actually claimed the little virgin she would be
completely his. What he would do then, he didn�t know. Perhaps the game would
become boring once he reached his goal. Most likely he�d break it off abruptly
and leave poor Granger heartbroken, but with a store of sexual experience that
would make any man lucky to be with her.

But the thought of another man touching Granger made Malfoy growl lowly to himself. Obviously he would not be
able to consider that idea until he had tired of her. His obsession with her
was clearly linked to his natural possessiveness. Granger belonged to him, for
as long as he wanted her, and he would take every step he could think of to make
sure not only that she understood that perfectly, but also that she would be so
completely devoted to him that she wouldn�t even consider letting anyone else
touch her.

*****

Monday dawned dreary and dark, muted by heavy autumnal rain.
The castle was chilly, but significantly preferable to the cold, soggy grounds.
After classes were over for the day, Ron and Ginny decided to spend the evening
in the Common Room working on the homework they hadn�t been able to complete over
the weekend because of Quidditch. Hermione was still
upset with Ron (though he had no idea why), and refused to help him with his
homework, so she was spending her evening in the library.

She had intended to read up on some particularly difficult
equations for Arithmancy so she could be sure she had
them right, but she couldn�t seem to focus. Every time she read more than a few
paragraphs, her mind would begin to fill with the memories that had dominated
her thoughts the previous evening: Malfoy kissing her
behind the stacks, reading her mind so he could see her fantasies, touching her
and pressing up against her in ways that were more than she had experienced,
but far less than she really wanted.

She became so wrapped up in these memories that they spilled
over into fantasies. Now it was Malfoy who was
kissing her breasts, fingering her, licking her clit, coming in her mouth. She
couldn�t see any other face but his and she couldn�t stop thinking about what
he had done and everything she wanted him to do to her. Trying to study was
pointless! This arrangement of theirs might end up affecting her NEWTs if she
wasn�t careful.

�That must be a really good book, Granger.�

Hermione gasped in surprise as Malfoy
whispered lowly into her ear, causing her heart to skip a beat. She quickly
scooted her chair a few inches away from him, unnerved by his proximity.

�Why so skittish? It looks like whatever�s going on in that
head of yours isn�t all bad.�

Hermione was confused for a moment as to how Malfoy could possibly know what she had been thinking about
without using Legilimency again, and opened her mouth
to ask a question to that effect, but Malfoy
preempted her.

�The look on your face tells me all I need to know,� Malfoy smirked in satisfaction. And indeed Hermione�s face
was flushed. Her lips were a much darker pink than usual and her ears felt like
they were on fire. �Were you thinking about me, pet?�

Hermione struggled in vain to get her blushing under control
as Malfoy sat down next to her and moved his chair
closer to hers. She couldn�t stand that damnable smirk of his! It made her feel
like nothing she could say would faze him in the least, but everything he said
flustered her into speechlessness no matter how much she reminded herself what
an arrogant ass he was.

�Answer me,� Malfoy commanded as
he placed his hand on Hermione�s knee under the table and began to slide it
slowly up her thigh. She immediately wished that she had changed out of her
uniform skirt after classes, but was glad that at least she was wearing tights
underneath it, though they did not feel like much protection against his large,
warm hand.

�I� I was just trying to study,� Hermione stammered
defiantly, practically holding her breath as the hand slid higher. It was
halfway up her thigh, about to disappear beneath her skirt.

�That doesn�t answer my question,� Malfoy�s
tone was firm, almost threatening. His hand was under her skirt now.

�I�� Hermione�s eyes fluttered closed, half in pleasure,
half in anxiety. She was so angry that he was telling her what to do, but for
some reason another part of her was afraid to disobey him, and she whispered,
barely audibly, �It was��

Malfoy smirked and whispered hotly
into her ear as his fingers reached the very top of her inner thigh, making her
shiver. �I�m sorry, darling, but I didn�t catch that last bit. �It was� what?�

Hermione cringed and gave in, replying in a whisper, �It
was� you� that I was thinking about.�

�Good girl,� Malfoy�s lips shifted
into a triumphant smile. Hermione thought that he would take his hand away
since she�d done what he wanted, but instead he abruptly cupped the warm mound
between her legs and roughly stroked her clit a few times through her tights
and damp panties before pulling his hand away. She gasped, first in surprise,
then pleasure, then at the loss. How did he know exactly where it was through
her clothing? Hermione supposed that he must have touched dozens, maybe even hundreds
of girls before her. He acted as if he knew her body intimately and he hadn�t
even seen her naked yet.

Malfoy chuckled darkly. �So hot down there, Granger! And all from
some silly fantasies?�

Hermione blushed and pressed her knees together in
embarrassment. Malfoy stood up and stretched,
motioning for her to do the same. �Put your things away and come with me.�

�But�� Hermione began to protest that she wasn�t done
studying, but Malfoy gave her the silencing gesture
that worked so well on her.

�Do what I say,� he commanded firmly, and there was no
amusement in his eyes.

Hermione hesitated, then nodded and put her books away,
glaring at him the whole time because she could apparently do nothing else to
resist him. When she was done, Malfoy took her hand
and led her out of the library. With any other boy, she would have taken this
hand-holding as a sign of affection. With Malfoy,
however, it was authoritative, almost condescending. He was leading her like a
parent would a naughty child.

They did not meet many other students on the way, but a
Seventh Year from Ravenclaw gave them look of suspicious
surprise as she passed by and two Fifth Year Slytherins
shot Hermione glares of jealous loathing before Malfoy
stared them down and they quickly scampered away. Hermione wondered idly if Malfoy had slept with one or even both of them, and decided
that he probably had. There probably wasn�t a halfway-attractive Slytherin girl over the age of fifteen that Malfoy hadn�t gotten his hands on, or worse. Maybe it was
some sort of sick right of passage, or maybe he was
just that good.

Draco led the Head Girl through the corridors up to the
hallway outside the Room of Requirement. Funny�she had all of the authority a
Hogwarts student could possess, yet she hadn�t yet tried to use any of it
against him. She was already wrapped around his finger. Perfect. Just as
Granger was beginning to notice where they were, Draco positioned himself
outside of where he knew the invisible room was and thought clearly, �I need a
place to teach this girl how to fuck where no one can interrupt on us.�

The request was accepted. After a moment, a doorknob and the
outline of a door appeared on the wall, and Draco opened it with his free hand,
leading Granger through it with his other hand and closing it behind them.
Draco looked around, and had to admit that he was impressed with the room�s initiative
and creativity. It looked very similar to his room back home. There was a
fireplace on one wall with a comfortable-looking black sofa a safe distance
away. The walls were draped in what looked like hand-woven tapestries of famous
events from Wizarding history. A beautiful Oriental
silk carpet with a snake pattern on it covered most of the floor. Lastly, in
the back corner stood a large bed with a solid ebony frame, covered in blankets
and pillows of various shades of green, silver, and black. His appreciation of
the room was interrupted by a gasp from the girl next to him.

Hermione�s eyes were wide with awe and she had momentarily
forgotten Malfoy�s purpose in bringing her to such a
place in favor of examining its aesthetics. She immediately scanned the
tapestries, trying to recognize which events they captured, her
academic mind in its element.

�I had no idea the Room of Requirement could create a room
with so much detail. What did you tell it you needed?�

Malfoy did not answer, and
Hermione flushed when she realized what the answer to her question probably
was.� As an afterthought, she wondered if
Malfoy brought all the girls he slept with to this
room.

Draco was impressed with the room as well. He had actually never
thought to use this room for his sexual endeavors before, having only recently
discovered its true nature (he had only ever been in the room when it stored
forbidden items when he was trying to fix the vanishing cabinet). Usually when
Draco wanted to sleep with a girl, an empty classroom, the Prefects� bathroom,
or even one of their dormitories would suffice (when he didn�t much care who
walked in on them).

�I admit the room has managed to capture my tastes,� Draco
commented in a superior tone.� Realizing
he was still holding Granger�s hand, Draco released it and went over to the
sofa, reclining comfortably in front of the fire. He lazily kicked off his
shoes and socks, wanting to be able to appreciate the luxurious carpet the next
time he stood. Since classes were over for the day, he had changed out of his
school robes, so he was left in a pair of black slacks and a long-sleeved
blue-gray shirt. The fire was warm, but the room itself was still fairly
chilly, so he did not need to roll up his sleeves to be comfortable.

�Come here, Granger,� Draco beckoned imperiously, �and take
off your shoes before you ruin the carpet.�

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she obeyed without protest,
sliding off her shoes and placing them delicately against the wall by the door.
The fire made the room warmer than the halls outside, so she slipped off the
red and gold jumper Mrs. Weasley had made for her.
She now wore only her thigh-length pleated skirt, tights, and her uniform
button-up blouse. She had taken off her tie after classes were over for the
day.

�Draco looked the girl
up and down as she walked over to sit on the sofa by his feet. He rolled his
eyes as he noticed the discarded sweater and said scathingly, �Do you have to
parade about in those disgusting colors all the time?�

Hermione had hoped that Malfoy
would be pleased with the way she looked, even if she hadn�t changed out of her
uniform, and the remark stung. She managed to bite out a retort: �At least I
don�t decorate everything with green and silver and snakes. I bet your room at
home looks just like this!�

Draco scowled. �If you�re lucky you just might end up in
that room someday. Not many girls have proved themselves worthy.� In fact, no
girl had ever slept with him in his bed at home. There were none he had considered
bringing home to his parents except maybe Pansy, and she was too obnoxious to
have in his house for the summer, not to mention that she was so terrible in
bed that he�d only had sex with her once. Merlin help
him if his parents ever got serious about him marrying that cow. �It would be
quite a feat for a mudblood. I don�t think we�ve had
one in the house in centuries.�

Draco had not meant to use that word, but pureblood habit
had gotten the better of him. He saw Granger�s cheeks burn and her eyes tear up
at the insult. She should have expected he�d return her barb, but she was
passionate, and he shouldn�t have gone so far to retaliate. There was a line
between teasing and torture that Draco no longer wanted to cross with this
girl. However, that didn�t mean he was going to hug her and apologize, either.

�Don�t worry�I�ll have you in green and silver and loving it
before you know it.� Draco tried to soften the blow by flirting. He actually
loved that Granger always wore her house colors. It proved that he was getting
his hands on something he ought not to. At the same time, being able to get her
into his house�s colors definitely had a twisted sort of appeal as well�

Hermione quickly wiped her eyes, not wanting Malfoy to see how much that stupid word had hurt her. Why
should it bother her? Malfoy�s proud pureblood family
was in disgrace, and had no right to look down on her. She was Head Girl, and Malfoy hadn�t even been allowed to return as a Prefect!
This thought made her feel better, and she looked over at Malfoy
determinedly, wanting to be ready for whatever would happen next.

Draco was smirking, imagining Granger�s slender form in some
particularly revealing green and silver silk lingerie. He was glad to note that
she hadn�t dissolved into tears over his insult. That was the last thing he
wanted to deal with. He had almost expected her to hit him, like she�d done
years ago, but she didn�t. She was looking at him expectantly from as far over
on the other side of the sofa as possible. There was something delicious about
the fact that he could call her �mudblood� now and
she wouldn�t even say a word. Draco motioned for her to move closer.

�Come sit by me.� His voice was almost a growl. �It�s time
to start our first lesson.�

*****

A/N: I posted chapter four early because of the wonderful
reviews I received from you all on chapter three. I posted chapter three when I
was feeling very sick, and I woke up this morning still feeling crummy, and
your reviews cheered me up! So, thank you, and I hope you liked this chapter
even though it�s sort of an in-between thing.

scarletwitchextreme�I agree about Draco! I�m glad that I seem to be capturing
that pretty well so far. At least I hope so. I�m glad you�re enjoying the
story, and I�ll try my best to update frequently.

Dreamweaver�I know, why didn�t he?! He�s so sneaky. I am
*so* glad you liked that cheesy Malfoy line, because
I�m so proud of it! It�s like, he�s so arrogant that
some of his lines just don�t work on a smart girl. Lastly, I am more than happy
to respond to comments individually because I really enjoy having my readers
involved in what I�m doing. Seriously, if someone told me something didn�t make
sense or that it would be a really good idea to do a certain thing with the
plot later, I would totally consider changing it. As I
keep saying, nothing�s set in stone. So I�m glad you feel involved! Please feel
free to keep letting me know what you think of the fic!

PotterEntourage�As
always, thanks for reading and reviewing! I�m glad to be mastering the snarky
arrogance, because that�s my favorite kind of Malfoy!
Glad you�re enjoying it!

kazfeist�I�m glad you liked the chapter. It�s one of my favorites,
so far. I�m not sure what�s going to happen with Voldemort!
He is indeed still alive in my universe, but I don�t know if Draco will be involved
in a �final showdown.� We�ll find out together!

Breenieweenie�Glad you like it so
far! Thanks for reading/reviewing!
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Lessons and Obsessions