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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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Special shout out to WayMay for giving a few funny suggestions as she was proofing. 3 This chapter has a lemon warning. So... you've been warned?
A.
Why everything that's supposed to bad make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would
Man I tried to stop man I tried the best I could
But (You make me smile)
-"Addiction" Kanye West (I know, I know, ugh Kanye, but the song fits.)
Hermione blinked once. Surely, she had heard him wrong. But no. She hadn't. He had said it. He had said what they both had been thinking.
"A-Alright," she whispered, backing up and turning to her bag before her fear got the best of her. Where was it? Oh Lord, she was usually so good at organizing, but now her brain was filling up with that tension-filled-fog and -oh there it was! She snatched up the purple colored foil square and tried to control her breathing as she turned around to face him. Malfoy stood awkwardly in the center of the room, unsure of what to do or what she wanted him to do.
Draco stared heavily at Granger, his heart palpitations getting the best of him as his hands turned clammy with nervousness. What did she mean, exactly, when she said she'd show him? Did she mean in the clinical sense? Or the sexy sense? Was she actually going to do it?
"I… I um… sit on the bed," she told him, pointing to it. Draco didn't want to ruin his chances, so he did as he was told, quickly sitting back down on the mattress as it squeaked beneath him. Her room was so quiet. Too quiet. What Draco Malfoy would have given just to hear even a bit of shouting from the students in the hallway as they broke curfew. But, alas, no thrifty teenagers had decided to roam the halls this evening. He'd settle for a ghost popping in right now just to burst this bubble of tension. But then again, if she were to actually—
"What's that?" Draco asked after she had rummaged through her bag once again and brought out something long and phallic. He could feel the tug in his middle as he stared at what appeared to be a blue colored, penis shaped weapon of some sort. Why would she need that? What was she going to do with it? Horrible images ran through his head as he panicked. He went to stand, but she gave him a hardened glare and he sat back down again. "Look, Granger, I don't know what all this is but-"
"It's an artificial penis," she said simply. Any other time he was sure she would have laughed at him, but something about the atmosphere left her serious. "If you want me to show you how a condom works, I'll need to demonstrate."
So this is what she had meant. Hmm. It wasn't what he had expected, but he'd take what he could get. If his younger self could see him now, alone, sitting on Hermione Granger's bed as she held a phallus and a condom in her hands… well, his younger self just might have a heart attack and die of mortification. But Draco wasn't his cry-baby self any longer. He was a man. A man with needs. And right now, he needed to know what a condom did and he needed her to show him.
She approached him and sat down next to him, brushing elbows. Draco welcomed the touch while his cheeks flooded with warmth. Granger didn't say much of anything, but she did shove the blue phallus into his hands, which made his eyes widen and all of the blood leave his face. "What are you doing?"
"You want me to show you, don't you?" She said quietly, mouth parted ever so slightly as if she were afraid to open it all the way. What did she think he was going to do? Shove his cock down her throat? It wasn't even outside of his pants, for Merlin's sake. "So I need you to hold the… the example. So that I can put the condom on."
"What do normal people call this?" He asked, feeling silly holding the blue artificial penis. He knew that wasn't what it was called in casual conversation. It couldn't be. No one would be able to keep a straight face. He wiggled it around a bit.
"A… a dildo." She blushed violently, though she kept her eyes on his. Draco had never noticed that there were hints of amber in the flecks of her brown irises. How peculiar.
"Dildo." He repeated the word back to her. "Hmm. I suppose that's a better name than 'artificial penis.' You just have this in your bag?"
"It's for demonstrations."
"What exactly are you going to be demonstrating to these children?" he chided, giving a smirk. It alleviated some of the tension. Hermi-no, Granger. Granger, damn it. Granger gave a soft sigh followed by a string of giggles. He wasn't sure how to react, so he did the thing his father always used to do and scowled with an inquisitive glare. "What's so funny?"
"Just… you know… I didn't think we'd ever be doing this, you know?" She laughed again, this time into her hand. "We're sitting on my bed and you're holding a dildo and…" Her laughter picked up until she was rolling forward, leaning her head on his shoulder. Draco couldn't help but find himself smiling as well, until soon he found himself sniggering behind his own hand. "See?" she laughed with him. "It's so funny!"
"It sort of is," he replied, trying to tense his face to keep from laughing, but it wasn't working. Soon they both were barreled over in hysterics. Draco felt her hand grab his shoulder as she threw her head back, free and proud and full of laughter. In a split moment, he thought her beautiful. But that thought quickly was pushed back deep into the mental box where he stored all of his secret, inappropriate thoughts. She couldn't be beautiful. She was Granger. Just Granger. Just… beautiful. "Alright," he told her, willing his laughter away. "Let's get on with this, then."
"Right…aha…ahahaaha… oh wow, I… I ahah… I can't seem to stop… hmmahaha… laughing!" She buried her face into his shoulder in an attempt to stifle herself. The warmth of her skin and breath as she laughed against the fabric of his sleeve made his body react in carnal ways. He had to stop himself from just shoving her down onto the bed and biting at any scrap of skin he could. She probably didn't like biting… but maybe she did. There was a sinking feeling in his gut as he realized he'd never get the opportunity to find out. He watched her calm herself down to a few straggled giggles as she brought her face up and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Sorry." She smiled at him. "This is just so odd."
"Tell me about it," he said, embarrassed at the way his voice dropped lower with gravely undertones. He glanced down at her lips for the second time this evening as he wondered what she would taste like if he just dipped his mouth down onto hers. Would she taste like toothpaste? Or cinnamon? Or sin? This was most definitely a sin, according to his Father; lusting over muggleborns was something forbidden and deemed highly inappropriate. It's probably what made him want her even more. Forbidden fruit, just ripe for the picking. And it was the serpent to tempt Eve, was it not? That's what he had learned in his Theology studies.
"Shall we?" she asked him.
He smirked, enjoying the closeness of her face in proximity to his. "Waiting on you."
She pried her face off of his shoulder and glanced down to the 'dildo' in his hands. "Right. Um… you'll have to hold it… upright… you know. Like it was your own erection." She saw the blush crawl back up her face as she realized at how forward she sounded. For once, Draco didn't blush with her. Probably because all of the blood had traveled long since down south and resided inside of his own pulsing cock that thankfully was hidden beneath his loose fitting trousers. He didn't know what he would do if she discovered just how hard and ready he was for the opportunity to ravish her. Not that she would let him. But one could dream, couldn't he?
He did as he was told, holding the dildo upright, perching it provocatively in his lap as he gave a flirtatious smirk. He noticed her scowl, but she ignored whatever she wanted to say about his suggestive placement and ripped at the foil wrapper -with her teeth. Oh shit. Could she be more provocative? She tore the edge completely off, and Draco watched as she revealed a small, latex ring with stretched with rubber in the center. "Why is it purple?" He asked.
"Blueberry flavored," she explained, catching his gaze for a moment before turning back to the task at hand. She placed the rubber ring around the head of the dildo, saying, "It's very important that the bubble at the tip faces up, you see. So it can roll down like so…" Her slender fingers slipped the latex down the shaft, rolling it like she was stroking the phallic toy. "You can always put a bit of lubrication inside to make it more comfortable. And you simply roll it down to the base of… of the shaft…" Her hands gripped the condom-sheathed dildo in such a provocative way that Draco had to concentrate all of his efforts not to come. He'd never been so envious of a demonstrative piece of equipment in all of his life. "And that's about it, until the… job is done." Her eyes flickered up to his.
Draco found himself drawing his face closer to hers, though he imagined it looked a bit silly as he sat there with a blue rubber dildo gripped tight in his hand. His breathing was shallow as he glanced down at the dildo and then back up to her. "Does it… feel different?"
"I imagine it does. But not that much." She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. "Some men say that it takes them longer to climax when they wear one. And for some men, I'd say that's a good thing."
Draco found himself chuckling, though he remained silent with his words. He wasn't sure where to go from here, and he didn't want to muck it all up by saying something defensive or perhaps cruel. That's just how his brain worked when he didn't know where he stood with someone. He finally settled on a quip not aimed at her. "Well then… I suppose I'd hold out all night." He didn't miss the twitch in the corner of her lip as she flushed pink.
"You're a confident one," she whispered, eyes trailing around his face before settling them on his lips. She leaned forward for just a moment, caught herself from doing whatever the Hell she was thinking of doing, and she pulled away from him, eyes forward to the floor. Draco scolded himself. Had he taken it too far? Could he take it too far? He'd never worried about it before.
And why should he now? He scolded himself. He was Draco Malfoy, for crying out loud! His entire day was made when he could make Granger feel uncomfortable. Why should he stop on her account? "So, when a woman performs oral sex on a man with a condom on, is there a special technique?"
She brought her eyes back up to his, obviously taken aback by his forwardness. "I… I um… no, not really. It's pretty much the same thing, you know?" No, actually, he didn't. Not that he hadn't wanted to. Not that he hadn't fantasized about a woman's lips slipping around his shaft. It was just that he hadn't found anyone adventurous enough to do it. And really, it wasn't even that adventurous. Pureblood women just were that prude. They didn't like the idea of oral reciprocation, even when it was given. Draco never really understood it.
Granger read something in his expression, and he turned his head quickly away, eyes widening. Shit. She hadn't figured out that he had never been orally stimulated, had she? Well, it wasn't like he was a bloody virgin. Far from it.
"Oh." She said quietly. "Oh. You… you've never… I-I mean… no one's ever…?"
"No," he replied quickly, eyes boring straight into her dresser across the room. Maybe if he stared hard enough it would catch fire and give him an excuse to change the subject. "I… I've never found someone who wanted to." He could feel his cheeks reddening. "I don't know why I told you that." He blinked, horrified. "I should go." He made to stand, but she grabbed at his arm and yanked him back down. He shot her a glare and said, "What the bloody Hell do you think you're-?"
"It's alright," she told him. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed."
"I'm not," he said curtly. He stared into her eyes for a time. "Have you ever… you know… given?"
She smiled meekly, tucking her frizzy hair behind her ear. "Yes." She chewed on her lower lip. "But… never with a condom. Or a flavored one, at that." She slipped her hand down her neck, her breasts, and to his hand, which rested beside her on the bed. She gave it a light squeeze as if to reassure him she wasn't judging him. Strange sensations tickled his insides. Why was she staring at him that way? What did she want? "Have you… you know… given?"
He smirked at her. "Yup." He gave a confident yawn, rolling back on her bed and allowing his head to hit her fluffy comforter. It was easier to talk about it if he wasn't staring into her like she was the fucking sun. "Never had a complaint."
"Well, neither have I," she retorted crisply. Her hand was still on his. Draco, in that moment, felt rather daring. Should he dare take a risk to have it backfire in his face? Or should he stay perfectly still and hope that she'd come to him? Ha. Yeah. As if. She'd never initiate anything. He at least knew that much about her.
He tried to feel the situation out. "So. You've never actually tasted a flavored condom before?"
"Hmm?" She turned her head to him, breaking away from her inner thoughts. "Oh. Um. N-no. Not really. No."
"Well, which is it, Granger? Not really? Or no?"
"No."
He licked his upper lip, thinking. He let his eyes drown in the ceiling as he thought of a way to ask her. "Would you ever try it?"
She touched her lips together, pondering his question as if it were going to be on the next exam. He rolled his eyes, waiting. Finally, she answered him. "I suppose, if I found the right partner to try it with."
His heart sped in pace. "Yeah?" What could he say to her to entice her? "And what if you found him?"
She looked him square in the eyes, squinting as if confused. "What do you mean?" He rolled his eyes again, taking his chances. He picked up her hand that was in his and with a slow, careful motion dragged it over to his lap, up his thigh, and right over the prominent erection that pressed against the zipper of his pants. Her eyes went wide, and he thought she might jerk away for a split moment. But instead, she left her hand rested on his hard-on and said, "Oh." She glanced down at his zipper, biting at her lip, and then back up to him. "Oh," she said again. It was quite annoying. Draco could feel his patience wavering.
"Well?" He sneered quietly.
Granger stared into his silver eyes before settling on a set of small nods. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
Yes!
She pulled her hand off of his lap, making Draco whimper in protest, until he saw her stand up and go back over to her bag. He glanced down to the dildo still clutched in his hands, tossed it over his shoulder back onto her pillow, and sat upright again. His heart was beating wildly. He was sure he had lost circulation to his toes, because all of the blood in his body was rushing to his cock as he waited for her to come back to him with another purple foil. Much to his surprise (and glee), she dropped down on her knees in front of him on the floor, resting a hand on each knee. He knew he should say something; a quip, a sneer, anything, but his mind couldn't think clearly. All that mattered was the sexually arousing Granger nestled between his legs as the word 'yes' rang in his head over and over again. He found enough of a mind to reach for the button of his pants, but Granger reached up and slapped his hand away. He scowled at her, confused. Why would she do such a thing?
"If this really is your… your first time," she whispered in a soft, sultry voice, staring into his eyes and making his skin tingly with anticipation. "You should get the full experience. It's… only fair."
Heh. Yeah. Fair. Sure, he'd go with that. He nodded quickly, not one to argue when there was sexual work to be done. She smiled and reached up to his chest, shoving him back until he rested on his elbows. What a controlling little Gryffindor she was, even in the bedroom. He rather enjoyed it. But a thought brewed in the crevices of his mind, and he sat himself upright once again, saying, "Wait. One thing first." He didn't know why he felt the need to do it; she hadn't offered anything romantically to him. Simply physical. Perhaps it was his pureblood 'old way' of thinking, but he couldn't allow her to do something so intimate without doing something first. Carefully, he leaned forward and slipped his hands under her jaw to cup her face. Her skin was warm to the touch, sending shivers down his spine as he leaned in even closer and pressed his lips firmly to hers.
Draco didn't know he could get any harder, but he found himself growing more aroused as he tasted chocolate and hints of toothpaste against the soft skin of her tongue. He hadn't even given her a choice on deepening the kiss; it just happened. She stiffened in his hands, searching out his mouth with her own tongue before melting into his touch and sending her hands flying into his hair. Draco groaned. It felt so good for someone to touch him this way. It had been too long. He soon realized that he would crave this when it was all said and done.
Hermione -he justified calling her that in his head, because, well, she was about to give him a blowjob and her lips did taste rather nice- broke the kiss and shoved him backwards again, this time a bit more forceful. He scrambled up to his elbows and smirked at her. Did she really want him that bad?
"How long has it been since you've last been intimate with someone?" she asked him.
Well, that was a slight boner killer. "Really, Granger?"
"Just answer the question."
"I don't know. About a year? Why?"
She smirked. "To range how I should approach this. And to see if this was some sort of line you used."
"Why the bloody Hell would I use being an oral virgin as a line?"
"You'd be surprised." She reached for the button of his pants, and Draco fell silent. Nope. Never mind. He was still as erect as possible. He watched through lustful slits as Hermione leaned down and dragged the zipper down with her teeth. Oh, what a bloody brilliant way to do it. He felt himself twitch as she reached a hand over the elastic of his underwear, and with one firm tug pulled his pants and underwear towards her, freeing his cock. He gasped a small breath, watching her eyes trail over the length of his shaft. Pride swelled within him instantly; he knew he wasn't enormous, but he was blessed with a good length and sturdy girth. It felt good to prove it to her, somehow.
She glanced up at his eyes lustfully. "I'm going to put the condom on now."
"Okay," he replied, half disappointed she wouldn't just put her mouth on him right the bloody fuck now. But he sifted through his thoughts and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. He heard the peel of the wrapper, felt the soft hands stroke him for the first time as she slipped the condom down the length of his shaft. He hissed out a sigh of breath, anxious and excited. He realized suddenly that he'd want to watch this. His eyes popped open and he tucked his head up just in time to see her mouth approach his cock and then -
Oh sweet baby dragons. The feeling was beyond compare. There was heat and warmth and moisture and the gentle caress of a tongue lapping at the head of his dick. Even if there was a condom separating him from her pretty little mouth, it didn't take away from the exquisite sensation of pressure as she swirled her tongue playfully over the tip. Her eyes glistened up at him, never saying a word but saying so many things all at once; she was enjoying herself, she liked the feeling of his cock in her mouth, and she wanted him to love it just as much as she did. Which he did. Bravely, he leaned on the support of only one elbow as his other hand reached down and gripped the back of her head. The curly tresses tickled his fingertips, but he didn't let go, instead settling on fisting a handful decisively, forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth. Her lips slipped down his shaft. So tight. So good. He let his fingers relax slightly, allowing her to explore him with her mouth. One of her hands stayed at the base of his dick, giving her the angle she needed to take more of him in, while her other hand brushed against the fabric of his pants covering his prized jewels.
"Fuck…" He sighed, lost in the sensation. "More."
She obliged, and for a brief moment Draco couldn't smell, hear, taste, or see. All he could do was feel as she took all of him in her mouth at once all the way down until her face was buried in the white-blonde hair of his pelvis. He was vaguely aware she was tugging his pants further down while she rested her mouth there, with him lodged in the back of her throat like the good little temptress she was. Draco's elbow began to wobble, and he let himself fall back on the bed, hissing a string of obscenities that sounded something like, "Fucking-holy-mother-fucking-goddamn-fuck." He clenched his teeth, concentrating everything on not letting himself come right then and there. He didn't want to be the man who couldn't last but… oh fuck, it had been so long since he had felt any type of womanly affection. He focused on her hair between his fingers and rubbed the back of her head caringly. As she came back up for air and ducked back down onto his dick again, he growled a low, guttural sound.
"Good girl, Granger," he purred. "Ah… yess… fuck… such a dirty little girl, aren't you? You like sucking my cock? Tell me. You like deep throating me?" He wasn't sure where all this new-found confidence about blow jobs came from, but he wasn't going to let it go to waste. He fisted her hair and pulled her all the way up to the tip, holding her head up to hover above him. She glanced back up at him, eyes blazing in desire as she trailed her tongue out and lapped at the tip. He jerked her roughly, away from his cock, loving the feeling of being in control. "Answer me. You like sucking me off?"
She nodded. He narrowed his eyes.
"Answer me. With words."
"Yes," she whispered, licking her lips, gripping him tighter at the base of his cock with her hand. "I love it."
"You want more?"
"Yes."
Oh, this was getting so good. This was everything he had imagined it would be, and yet so much more. Maybe it was good that she was the one to take this from him. To share it. The way her brown eyes were boring into his own silver ones made his stomach flip. He needed more of that pretty little mouth. Now. "Prove it."
He released her hair, and she took him in again, a new eagerness in her approach. Her tongue was quicker, trailing up and down his shaft with vigor. Her free hand found his testicles, caressing them delicately while deep throating him. When she came back up, she tightened the pressure in her mouth. Draco, once again, had to focus all of his attention on not peaking too soon. It was lucky he got himself off often in the shower, or he would have been gone ages ago. "Gra….Granger… gonna…"
She lapped up the trail of saliva from her mouth and blinked up at him. "You're close?"
"So close." He nodded.
She nodded, and then she did something he didn't expect. She carefully removed the condom, eyes only leaving his momentarily to toss it to the floor before she dipped her tongue out and -
"Oh… my…fuck…" Draco didn't just feel the heat now -it was the wetness of her tongue against his cock that made him twitch in her hands. Without thinking, he reached his hands down and pushed her mouth all the way on him, lost in the full sensation of her wet and willing mouth. He came in seconds, spilling himself into the back of her throat. To his astonishment and exhilaration, she welcomed the warm liquid, moaning against the flesh of his dick and pushing him even deeper. Draco was completely lost in paradise. "Yessss…." His hands still stayed on the back of her head, but he did allow her the opportunity to raise her head and swallow down his cum. She licked tenderly at the sensitive muscle until he was spent, and then leaned her head on his thigh, hands still cupping his ball sack and half-flaccid member.
He tried to clear his head to say something profound, but all that came out was, "Th-Thank you."
She laughed, her chin resting on his thigh as she stared up at him. "You're welcome?"
Draco found himself laughing as well, throwing his head back against the comforter. His entire body tingled, except for his toes (which had no feeling at all). This what all the fuss was about? It was certainly worth it. "I meant… that was amazing."
"You liked it?" She asked, shifting herself up off of him to lean back on her feet that were tucked underneath her. "Good."
He sat up, rubbing his face to bring blood back to it, and nodded vigorously. "You… know what you're doing."
"I do." She nodded, blushing. "Was it alright? I mean, me removing the condom? I didn't ask you, and I should have and-"
"Granger. Stop talking." He reached out and cupped her face with one of his hands, still gasping for breath. He was quite sure he looked like a disheveled mess. "I enjoyed every single second of it."
"Truly?"
He rolled his eyes and brought his lips crashing down onto hers. He didn't care if she had just swallowed his cum -if anything, it made the kiss that much hotter. He could taste the faint hint of blueberries along her lips and on her tongue. That flavored condom must have tasted damn good for her to go at him with such ferocity. His thumb rubbed delicately against the side of her face as he slowed the kiss down. Something about the moment said that this was correct. He felt her sigh into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. Well, this took an unexpected turn. Draco found himself leaning back again, this time with Granger in tow as he pulled her up on top of him. Her legs draped over his lap and her arms caged around his face. Her tongue danced with his, trying to win a dominance that he knew she could never really succeed. He was competitive by nature, and he wouldn't allow her to win. His hands slid down her face, her neck, over the curves of her breasts, her hips, and finally settled on her round backside. There, he kneaded the vivacious ass cheeks with tender ministrations.
He attempted conversation. "Wanna…" Kiss. "Rip off…" Kiss. "All of your…" Long kiss. "Clothes."
She pulled away from his lips then, resting her mouth against the crook of his neck to leave small bites. Oh yes please. He didn't even know he had the capability of moaning, but the sound escaped his lips before he could retract it back. He was self-conscious, but she didn't seem to mind. She just continued to bite and suckle and lick. The hands on her ass cheeks gripped tighter, and she moaned herself. He smirked.
"You're such a tease," she whispered against his throat.
"Am I?" He chuckled.
It was as if his laugh struck something within her. She abruptly sat upright, eyes wide, cheeks stained red. With one quick movement, she rolled off of him and found her footing on the floor. She let her arms wrap around her, and her lips turned down ever so slightly. "You should go."
"What?" He furrowed his brows, thoroughly perplexed. He leaned up on his elbows and cocked an eyebrow. "I thought we were enjoying each other's company?"
"Yes." She nodded. "We were. Which is why you should go."
"Granger…"
"Now." Her voice wasn't angry, but it did carry a distinct air of authority that made him sit completely up, tuck himself back into his pants, and button them back up.
"Just so we're clear… What did I do?"
"Nothing, Draco." She let his first name slip from her mouth. If he weren't so bewildered, he might have found it endearing. "Just please… I… I need some time to myself."
He swallowed hard and nodded. He pushed himself off of the bed, stood, and tried to straighten up his disheveled clothes. Draco wasn't sure if he should say anything else, and by the look on her face he better not, so he settled on rubbing the back of his head and approaching the door. He sighed, turned his face to her, and whispered, "I don't know what the bloody Hell I did wrong, but I sincerely apologize if I did."
"You didn't," she assured him. Timidly, she advanced to him and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight."
He couldn't help but smirk at her, relief filling his core. "Yeah. Goodnight to you too." He turned the handle, opened the door, and shut it behind him. As he took to the stairs, he glanced back once at the wooden door with the black metal handle and couldn't help but hope that they'd repeat the evening again sometime.
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