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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: Once again thank you to my beta, Mamacita and to everyone who is reading, and especially those who are reviewing, I really do appreciate them. I'm glad you're enjoying it, even with the gentle teasing. I guess this is the point where things start to heat up a little . . . .Dx

Lyn had left the class on tenterhooks for six lessons by not having a practical session. Everyone was aware that full intercourse had to be next on the list. After all, they had discussed it in minute detail — everything from contraception to diseases to the various different positions. But there had been no sign of the practical class yet, and Hermione had to admit she was glad.
Although she had really enjoyed the things she had done with Chris, she was still a little nervous about actually having full sex with him. She was aware everyone in the class was in the same situation, but casual sex had never been an attraction for her and she didn’t really want to start now, although admittedly Chris was a better choice than anyone else in the class. He was certainly a better choice than Malfoy.
When Lyn produced a copy of the Kama Sutra, Hermione hoped they might be studying it in-depth before they had to have a practical. Certainly the timetable fit. If they studied the book properly it would take them until almost the end of the year. But Lyn didn’t intend to study it in its entirety. Instead, she dipped into it, covering some of the more popular and easily achievable positions and for some light relief the weirder or least possible ones, offering a reward for anyone in her class who could perform one of them successfully without the use of magic.
Eventually, after weeks of discussion, the fateful day arrived when the class was to do the practical. Hermione’s relationship with Chris was still fine, although no further on than it had been when she had first partnered him. Even knowing what was coming he had steadfastly refused all her subtle hints that they become a couple, and although they still met for lunch and sat together in class it seemed to Hermione that as time went on he was drawing away from her somewhat.
She was a little anxious about what this would mean in class. She wasn’t sure which worried her more, the idea of him refusing to be her partner for this last important stage or him being her partner and then dropping her like a discarded toy. The only consolation she had was that Malfoy’s comments had dried up. Since their last run-in in the corridor he hadn’t spoken to her at all, or even really looked at her.
By the time the evening of the class came Hermione was so nervous about what was to come that she really wasn’t in the mood at all and was seriously considering not attending. But she knew that wasn’t fair to Chris if he intended to stay as her partner — which she had no reason except her own pessimism to believe he didn’t — and there was no way she was going to prove Malfoy right by chickening out now, not after everything she had already been through. She had no idea what the rest of the course would contain or whether she would continue to attend after tonight, although she and Chris had mulled over the various possibilities during their weekly lunches. Whatever happened in the future, she had to see this evening out.
Even if for no other reason than to stick two fingers up at Malfoy.

♥

Hermione found herself taking more care with her clothing than usual, pulling on her best underwear, although she had no idea why. It wasn’t as if Chris would even really notice. But somehow the soft, silky garments made her feel better, gave her more confidence, and by the time she entered the classroom she had almost managed to rid herself of the shakes, although the butterflies in her stomach were still fluttering. She looked in panic at the empty beanbag where Chris usually sat. What if he didn’t turn up? But a few minutes later he arrived, gesturing to her apologetically as she rushed over to talk to him.
‘I thought you weren’t coming,’ she said in relief.
‘I did consider it,’ Chris admitted.
‘So did I,’ Hermione said with a smile, which faded as she noticed Chris didn’t return it.
‘Is there a problem?’ she asked. The butterflies were moving again.
Chris looked around to where Draco stood, watching them as always. ‘Look, I don’t want to upset you, Hermione,’ Chris began.
Hermione’s blood ran cold and the butterflies swooped and swirled madly. ’But you’re dropping me,’ she said sounding shell-shocked. ‘What did I do wrong, Chris?’
Chris’ cheeks took on a pink tinge. ‘I just don’t think we’re suited,’ he said, shrugging as he spoke.
‘And you couldn’t tell me this before?’ Hermione asked unhappily. ‘All this time we’ve been partners and you had to wait until tonight?’
‘I’ve been thinking it over all week,’ he said sounding equally miserable. ‘I really like you, Hermione, but I’m not sure what I want, and I don’t think I can just have sex with you and then have it just be over between us.’
Hermione let out the breath she had been holding whilst Chris talked. ‘But that’s fine,’ she said with relief. ‘I don’t just want to do this with you and then have that be it, either.’ She took his hands and looked into his eyes. ‘I thought you knew that by now.’
‘The problem is, you don’t want me,’ Chris told her bluntly.
‘Yes, I do,’ Hermione said, worry beginning to rise again. ‘I was worried about it at first but I’m happy for you to be my partner.’
Chris nodded. ‘Yes, I know, but why?’
‘I don’t understand.’ Hermione looked confused.
‘Why do you want me to be your partner, Hermione when it’s him you really want?’ Chris pointed at Draco, who immediately stopped his conversation and looked in their direction.
‘No, I don’t,’ Hermione said numbly. ‘I hate Malfoy. There’s no way—’
‘That’s just not true,’ Chris said gently. ‘I don’t know what really happened between the two of you at school, but there’s definitely unfinished business there. Perhaps you just need to face up to the fact that you fancy each other.’
‘Please, Chris, don’t do this,’ Hermione begged, still holding onto his hand. ‘I want to be with you, not him.’
‘How long have you been lying to yourself, Hermione?’ Chris asked. He watched as Draco headed towards them.
‘So are you lovebirds all ready, then?’ Draco asked with a smirk, ‘Big night tonight. I have to admit, Granger, I didn’t think you’d get this far. You’ve definitely managed to surprise me.’
Hermione turned away, looking at Chris again, but he pulled his hand from hers and took a step backwards. Draco looked at Hermione and her partner and smirked even more widely as he realised there was a problem between them.
‘Lost another one, have you, Granger?’ he said smugly. ‘And you haven’t even fucked him yet. Gods, you’re hopeless.’ He gave a loud laugh. ‘I’ll tell you what: I’ll do you a favour and help you out.’ He held out his hand to her. ‘Come on, Granger, you and me. You know you want it. Just think how hard I can make you come.’
Hermione looked at him in horror. ‘I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on earth, Malfoy,’ she said vehemently.
‘I don’t know why you’re lying,’ Draco shot back. ‘I mean, you never stop looking at my cock. Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered how good it would feel inside you.’
‘No, I haven’t,’ Hermione replied coldly. ‘I’ve had rather better people to think about.’
Chris, watching the exchange, was confused by Draco’s behaviour. That he fancied Hermione was crystal clear, even more so than her attraction to him. But instead of treating her kindly he was arrogant and selfish, calling her by her surname and pretending he would be doing her a favour by making love to her. Whatever was going on between them obviously ran too deep to be sorted here today, and Chris suddenly realised that if he left Hermione to Draco’s mercies he would be no friend at all. As much as the couple needed to sort things out — and they really did — he couldn’t stand by and watch Hermione give herself to Draco while he had that sort of attitude problem.
But that left him with a major problem. He really did like Hermione and was sure that with her sex would be every bit as wonderful as everything else they had shared so far. But then he wouldn’t want to let her go, wouldn’t want to give her up to Draco, even though he knew he would have no choice eventually.
Hermione and Draco were still sniping at each other. He had grabbed her hand and was trying to pull her towards him, ignoring the way her eyes narrowed dangerously. His manners hadn’t improved any, and Hermione was clearly upset.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Chris asked, suddenly taking charge. He took Hermione’s other hand. ‘Hermione is my partner unless she decides otherwise. So I’ll thank you to let go of her, Malfoy, and return to your own partner.’
‘She doesn’t want you,’ Draco said sneeringly. ‘We both know that. It’s only Granger being too pig-headed to admit it.’
‘I expect it would help if you didn’t call her Granger all the time,’ Chris said coldly. ‘She does have a first name, you know.’ Hermione looked at him gratefully and wriggled the hand that was in Draco’s grasp. Reluctantly he released her.
‘So he’s your choice, is he?’ Draco asked in disgust. Hermione nodded and moved closer to Chris. ‘You’re welcome to her,’ Draco said dismissively to Chris, and turning on his heel he walked away.
’You do know you have to sort this, don’t you, Hermione?’ Chris asked her after Draco had gone. He looked deep into her eyes.
‘There’s nothing to sort.’ Hermione was shaking.
‘Hermione, you have got to stop lying to yourself. It’s obvious you fancy him just as much as he fancies you. But the way you treat each other . . . it’s mental!’
‘We’ve always been like this,’ Hermione said. ‘And you’re wrong — we definitely don’t fancy each other.’
‘Then no wonder you’re both so bloody frustrated,’ Chris said. He relented and added a little more tenderly, ‘Come here.’ He pulled a very miserable-looking Hermione into his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. ’This isn’t going to go away, you know,’ he told her. ‘You really do need to sort this out.’
‘There’s nothing to sort,’ Hermione insisted as she sank deeper into Chris’ arms.

♥

Hermione purposely avoided looking at Malfoy for the rest of the lesson, determined to prove Chris wrong about her desire for him. That was something she didn’t want to think about, couldn’t think about, especially when she was already so nervous about the evening. She was determined to show Chris that it was him she wanted and convince him that he wanted her in return. If she could prove that, maybe he would want to stay with her and for once she might have a relationship that lasted more than a few short weeks. She sat close to him, still shaking, as Lyn opened the class with a discussion of what the evening would entail. Hermione’s mouth was dry as she cast the contraceptive charm.

‘What’s the matter?’ Chris asked, looking at her worriedly.
‘I wish we weren’t doing this here,’ she said quietly. ‘It seems so . . . .’
He stroked her back soothingly. ‘We’ve managed everything else,’ he said softly. ‘I’m sure this will be no different.’
‘Except that you don’t want me,’ Hermione said unhappily.
Chris looked at her intently for a moment. ‘That’s not true, Hermione. I do want you.’ His hand stretched to stroke her cheek. ‘But if you’re not sure . . . .’
‘No,’ Hermione said quickly, putting her hand on his. ‘I’m sure. I really want this with you, Chris.’ She gave him a small, weak smile. ‘Please?’
Chris wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled her to him. His mouth searched out hers, lips lightly pressing as his teeth gently captured the soft skin in small nibbling movements. Hermione’s arms sought him out, her hand in his hair pulling his head closer as the kiss deepened. His tongue slid tentatively into her mouth, brushing against her own tongue. And then his lips were on her neck, leaving whisper-soft kisses that made Hermione gasp. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, her fingers brushing his lower back in the way that had given him so much pleasure previously.
‘Oh, Hermione,’ he whispered. He pushed her down onto her back and rubbed his body against hers as he revisited her throat with his lips.
Hermione gave a deep moan of desire. Her hand reached to rub at the hard bulge in Chris’ trousers, her arousal growing as she heard his need vocalised in response. Her fingers fumbled frantically for the zip and she tugged down his jeans and pants, releasing his hardness. She squeezed it to another groan of pleasure from Chris and she pulled him into another tingling kiss.
Now Chris joined in. His hands slid up her legs, pushing up her skirt. His fingers found her knickers and brushed slowly over the soft silk, enjoying the feel of the luxurious material against her skin. Hermione whimpered and opened her legs to him, stifling a cry as his fingers slid beneath the fragile silk and into her molten core. Chris gave another groan of desire at this and their mouths met again, tongues locking as they bit at each other. Hermione broke away to suck his bottom lip.
‘I want you inside me,’ she whispered, her fingers still grasping his cock.
Chris’ hand left her pussy and with both hands, he drew her knickers down. Hermione shrugged them off and opened her legs wider, guiding him until he was pressing against her tight entrance.
‘Take me,’ she begged as she released him.
With a cry of excitement, Chris pushed deep inside Hermione’s tight sheath, causing her to call out too as she pulled him deeper inside her.
‘Oh, gods, Hermione, you feel so good,’ Chris moaned.
Hermione merely whimpered as she moved against her lover, her breathing soon becoming thready and fast. Chris grabbed her hands and pulled her arms above her head, holding her down as he thrust into her. Small moans escaped his lips as he pressed his mouth to her throat once more. Excited by his possession of her, Hermione wrapped her legs around his back, matching him stroke for stroke and moan for moan. Nothing mattered but the exquisite feeling Chris was giving her and her desire to give him the same pleasure.
His lips found her face and kissed all over it as he looked into her eyes, his nose rubbing gently against hers as they continued to move together. ‘Stay with me tonight,’ he rasped. ‘I need you.’
‘Yes!’ Hermione cried, ‘Oh, god, yes . . . .’
Chris’ mouth plunged again and captured hers as she cried out, her climax so close now. He released her hands and she grabbed his head and pulled him down to kiss her deeply as her hands ran through his hair.
‘Oooooh . . . I’m coming,’ she wailed as she felt her muscles contract around Chris’ hard length. She cried out again and moaned his name into his cheek, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt him still moving inside her, each thrust causing a tingle of electricity throughout her whole body. Chris was moaning too, his lips nipping kisses over her mouth as he stiffened, holding himself inside her. A moment later he screamed out his release as he climaxed hard, still buried deep.
And then it was over. The two of them lay together, hands caressing faces and running through hair as they gazed at each other, lips meeting gently, interested in no one but them. After a minute or so Chris rolled off Hermione, worried about squashing her, but he pulled her into his arms, still looking at her tenderly.
‘Thank you,’ she whispered, smiling.
Chris gave a small chuckle. ‘I think I should be thanking you. That was wonderful.’ He bent to kiss her again.
Hermione sat up, adjusting her skirt as she used a cleaning charm. She glanced briefly around the room. About half the couples had finished and were sitting talking quietly; no one was interested in the ones who were still making love. Her eyes were caught by Malfoy, who was looking at her with an angry expression on his still face. Somehow she just knew he had been watching her, and anger flared within her. She was fed up with his peeping-tom act. She turned away and stroked Chris’ face, making sure Malfoy could see her.
‘I want to get you naked so badly,’ she admitted as she leant to kiss him.
‘Not as badly as I want you,’ Chris replied as he pulled her closer.
‘Want to bet?’ she managed as his lips closed over hers once more.

♥

Classes resumed after Easter, and as Hermione and Chris had predicted, the topic for the rest of the year was an in-depth look at alternative lifestyles and the kinkier aspects of sex and how such things worked to drive the desires of their own bodies. They laughed when the subject of spanking was raised halfway through the first lesson, and the couple indulged in a mock battle as each attempted to spank the other.
It was finally Chris who won out, as they both knew he would, and during the practical, he, Hermione and Draco, who was still watching them as closely as ever, discovered Hermione was very much into that particular game. What had begun with Hermione complaining had ended with both her and Chris highly aroused. Hermione’s face flushed the same colour as her bottom and her eyes were hooded with desire as Chris gently caressed her, his own arousal stoked by the sight of his handprints on her creamy skin. They were both very eager to get back to Hermione’s room after the lesson ended, wanting to explore the game further as well as move onto the lovemaking that was now almost a given.
Hermione was happier than she had ever been and was pleased that her relationship with Chris — now a real relationship, not just based on their class work — seemed to be going from strength to strength. She just hoped she wouldn’t do something stupid to ruin it. Even this far through the course she was still unable to determine what she had done to ruin her previous relationships, although in truth she was trying not to focus on it too hard in case it triggered something that caused the upset and ruined her growing relationship with Chris.
Her only real problem now was with Malfoy. She wished he would get over his need to try and ruin her life. Surely it was time for them to put the nastiness that had happened between them at school behind them and just get on with their lives, wasn’t it?
Malfoy still sat beside Hermione during class and took every opportunity to throw a suggestive comment or salacious glance her way, which she was trying her hardest to ignore. Chris was amazed that Draco didn’t seem to have learnt anything about the way to deal with Hermione, and was equally surprised that she was still trying to convince herself there was nothing between her and the blond man when it so clearly took up such a huge part of both their lives.
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