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A/N: I
just want to warn you all about this on beforehand so you won�t get too
disappointed. This Daydream is quite peculiar and not exactly arousing (I
believe). I hope you�ll enjoy it
anyway though.

Chapter 6

Hermione warily eyed the object in
her hands, twisting and turning as she examined it. She should have known that her awkwardly
intimate conversation with Ginny would have had an impact on the fiery redhead�s
choice in Christmas present. When
Hermione had unwrapped her gift from Ginny and had seen what it was, she had
first been shocked, then embarrassed, and then excited. Now she was just hesitant. Whenever she had seen a vibrator in a
magazine or a shop, it had looked like a synthetic penis in some sort of vibrant
colour with strange-looking extensions to please various erogenous zones, topped
off with an unappealing name like �The Tarzan� or �The Rabbit�. Hermione had never had the urge to buy
one, not going any further than peeking at them through shop-windows with
amusement or curiosity. She would
never have considered buying a vibrator, but she definitely wasn�t disappointed
that she got one as a gift.

The
item she was currently holding in her hand didn�t even look much like a
vibrator. If it hadn�t been in big letters on the box, Hermione probably would
have guessed it was a children�s toy.
It looked like a silicone puppet of a large, green, caterpillar with a
big goofy grin on its face.
Hermione couldn�t help but beam at the object in her hands; it was simply
adorable. Even its name, �Baby
Bug�, was adorable. The outside of
the box also said every bump of the caterpillar was designed to reach more
sensitive areas and enhance the pleasure created by the vibrations, that there
should be little to no buzzing noises, and that it was waterproof. It was also reasonably small compared to
other vibrators because it was designed to fit into a woman�s purse. It didn�t look distasteful or vulgar
like most vibrators did and the thought of using it didn�t make Hermione feel
tacky or depraved.

She
lifted her finger and pressed it to the �+� button. Hermione felt the caterpillar softly
starting to judder. It was true; it
didn�t make any noise. For a few
moments, she experimented with the different vibration settings, feeling the
different intensities by holding it against the palm of her hand. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she
felt herself getting aroused simply at the thought of feeling those judders
inside of her. The width of the
vibrator also intrigued her. She
had long wanted to feel what it would be like to feel full inside. Yes, she could use her fingers, but they
had never managed to make her feel complete. Most of the time she only used two
fingers, because when she added another she couldn�t get in as deep, had less
control of which spots they reached, and couldn�t swirl them around, which only
caused her to get frustrated. The
thought of getting to feel filled, having all her sensitive areas tended to, and
having her hands free, made Hermione extremely fascinated.

The
only thing that was stopping her was the knowledge that she was still a
virgin. If Hermione were to use it
and truly wanted to experience feeling complete, she would have to breach her
hymen and she wasn�t sure if she was prepared to do that. She had never been sure if she still had
one; her body had undergone serious strain over the past few years and she knew
hymens could be damaged that way.
However, during her recent activities of self-exploration Hermione�s
fingers had made it known that she was still very much in the possession of the
little patch of skin.

She
had even consulted the library to look up what a hymen�s function actually
was. Apparently, it didn�t have
any, except to make a girl�s first time a painful experience. There were some theories that a hymen
was nature�s way of manipulating the age in which humans become sexually active,
that a girl�s first time would hurt a bit so becoming sexually active would not
be considered lightly and people wouldn�t try reproducing until they were of a
fertile age. This theory didn�t
help Hermione much with her current predicament since she was of fertile age and
wasn�t exactly planning to have sex.
What she needed to know was if a hymen and virginity were automatically
linked or if they could be considered separately. Hermione knew hymens could get damaged
without having sex, so shouldn�t there in truth be two kinds of virginity; a
physical and a mental one?

If
she would breach her hymen, was she still a virgin when she would one day choose
to give herself to a boy? Would her
first time still be special if she had?
Would this boy realise the importance of the experience if he didn�t feel
any inclination that she was a virgin, even if she had told him she was? Did boys hold much value to
virginity? Who knew? Perhaps he would think sleeping with a
virgin was a bother because he�d have to be careful and because she was
inexperienced. Or maybe he disliked
sleeping with a girl who wasn�t a virgin anymore, because he found experience
intimidating or simply didn�t want �sloppy seconds�? What if he did care about virginity and
was proud to be the one to have deflowered Hermione Granger, would she actually
want to be someone�s �prize�? What
would he think of her if she told him she had taken her own virginity? Did boys even care about that at
all? Did she care if boys cared?

Why
did she care, indeed? It would be
her first time after all; it would be her special, one-time-only
experience. She would know it was
her first time and that it was special.
The only thing she should then have to worry about would be if it was
going to be a nice experience for her and for him. That was also a problem; it being a nice
experience. Truthfully, she really
didn�t think she would trust any boy to make her first time feel good. She doubted a teenage boy would know the
female body enough to be able to stimulate it properly. Honestly, she hadn�t known how to please
her own body until recently, so how could she expect a boy to know?

Hermione
still remembered when she had first tried using a tampon; she had been so
nervous her muscles had clamped up and it hurt like hell trying to get it in,
which she didn�t even manage to do in the end. That was a little piece of cotton; not
even close to the size of an average erection. If during her first time she would be
nervous, not enough aroused or lubricated and if she�d still have her hymen...
Hermione shuddered at the thought.
No wonder there were so many disaster-stories from other girls who had
lost their virginity.

It
was then that Hermione made a decision; she was going to use her Baby Bug. In her opinion, it wouldn�t make her any
less of a virgin and wouldn�t make her first time less special. And if some theory would prove she had
indeed taken her own virginity... well, then, she would just choose to be an
empowered woman that had taken her life - and her virginity - into her own
hands.

Having
reached that decision, Hermione started removing her clothes with such speed it
was almost as if she had put a disrobing-charm on herself. After she had fluffed the pillows on her
bed, she laid herself against them and pulled the drapes. She closed her eyes and let out a
calming breath. Even though she
wasn�t really going to lose her virginity, Hermione did feel rather
nervous. While she wasn�t exactly
taking the path classic romance novels seemed to follow, she thought doing it
this way felt sort of special. She
deemed that this experience would possibly be even more intimate than her first
time with a boy, because this was something she would go through alone. She didn�t have to worry about anything
or anyone else. It was an
experience, and soon a memory, that solely belonged to
her.

Hermione
set the vibrator on its lowest intensity and tentatively lowered it to her
breast. She gasped when the tip of
the trembling object brushed against her nipple, the nub hardening almost
immediately. She could feel the
tremors all the way to the centre of her breast. It tickled a bit, but not in an annoying
sort of way. She moved the Baby Bug
to her other breast and watched the other nipple harden as well.

She
felt her skin breaking out in Goosebumps when she let the length of the vibrator
run over the sensitive underside of her breast towards her stomach. Hermione cupped her breast and kneaded
it between her fingers while she slowly let the Baby Bug roam over the skin of
her stomach and let its head circle her belly button. She giggled when she dipped it inside of
her navel and she felt it tickle.
None of this felt all that sexual, but she couldn�t deny that it was fun;
it was as if she was discovering a new way to play with her body. Hermione did start getting aroused
though; the notion that she would soon feel those vibrations against the
softness of her pussy made her feel curious and exited.

With
her eagerness getting the best of her, Hermione sat herself up a bit and opened
her legs to lower the vibrator in-between her legs. She gasped when she softly held the
shuddering object against her labia.
It felt very different compared to when she used her fingers. Her fingers were much more familiar, but
the vibrator seemed to make her feel things in places where it wasn�t even
touching her. Hermione reached
in-between her legs to spread her lips, put the shaft of the vibrator in-between
them and held it there. She fell
back against the pillows and found herself uttering all sorts of profanity at
the pleasurable sensations. Her
fingers started caressing her clit, rubbing against it and circling around
it. She groaned when she pressed
the head of the vibrator against her opening and felt the tremors progressing
inside of her. She wanted to push
it inside, but she knew she wasn�t ready.

Hermione
removed the vibrator and she slid a finger in her passage to check on her
progress. She was hot and wet, but
she wanted to climax before she would push the vibrator in, just to be certain
she was lubricated enough. First
she slid another finger inside, started pumping them in and out, then added
another; stretching her inner walls.
She swore loudly when she also pressed the head of the vibrator against
her clit. She held it against the
erect nub and fucked herself with her fingers until she came with a whimper, her
walls clenching and her juices flooding her fingers.

After
Hermione had come down from her orgasm, she removed the vibrator, pressed her
finger against the �-� to turn it off and laid it beside her. She let her hands roam across her body
to get the tingly feelings to resurface.
Her hands squeezed her breasts, tweaked her nipples, rubbed her stomach
and caressed her inner thighs. She
let her fingers rub against her clit once its momentary over sensitiveness,
which it always was after an orgasm, had been reduced and she could stand to
touch it again.

Once
she felt ready and comfortable, she reached for her Baby Bug. She spread her legs a bit more widely
and gently put the tip against her entrance. When she eased its head inside, she
gasped and immediately pulled it back out, the strange feeling of pressure
inside her opening startling her slightly.
It didn�t take her more than a few seconds to regroup and try again. She pushed the object inside with a
pumping motion to let her inner walls gradually adjust to the intrusion; pushing
in, pulling back a bit and then push in further. It felt strange to her, the foreign
feeling of having such a large object inside of her, like it was unnatural,
while in truth she knew there was nothing more natural than this. All the while, Hermione had felt
something inside of her stretching and she realised that it must be her hymen
giving way to the intrusion. Now it
had reached a point where she felt it starting to ache, she let go of the
vibrator to briefly stimulate her clit again, trying to get her arousal to flare
up so she wouldn�t be too preoccupied with the pain.

She
then took a good hold of the object and pushed further in little by little. Hermione yelped at the burning pain
erupting from within her. She
closed her eyes and cursed. She had
hoped that doing this slowly would make the pain less severe, but she hadn�t
expected her hymen to be so strong and sensitive. Hermione grasped the vibrator firmly,
closed her eyes and determinedly pushed back in. As she felt her hymen stretching
further, she started humming a song to herself, not for any particular reason
except that it seemed like an alleviating thing to do. She started humming more loudly when the
discomfort seemed to heighten with every inch she pushed the object further
inside. When was this thing finally
going to give way?

Hermione
jumped when she unexpectedly felt something tear and the resistance had abruptly
gone. She took a deep juddering
breath, feeling glad it was over with.
She spread her legs a bit wider and looked down, seeing the oval shaped,
greyish base of the vibrator sticking out of her. She was shaking from tension when she
carefully reached down and experimentally wiggled the vibrator around a bit;
making sure her hymen would be completely punctured and to see if it still
hurt. Hermione hissed. It felt like prodding a stick in an
oozing flesh wound. There was no
way she was going to continue with what she had planned; she wasn�t going to
enjoy this in a million years.

Hermione
carefully pulled the Baby Bug out again, watchful to not scrape it too much
against her sore inner walls. When
she held the plastic caterpillar up in front of her, she could see it was coated
with her wetness and some blood, some of it having trickled onto the
sheets. She grabbed her wand from
the nightstand and performed a quick cleansing charm on the vibrator and the
sheets.

Hermione
slowly scooted herself out of bed and headed for the bathroom, reckoning it
would be best to take a quick shower to rinse out the mess between her
legs. Even though she didn�t
exactly feel like she was on top of the world, she was glad she had gotten
herself into going through it. At
least now she wouldn�t have to go through this when she�d lose her virginity to
a boy. She would have been both
mortified and devastated if she had had to ask the boy to stop because it hurt
too much. She felt that this kind
of awkward discomfort was a personal thing and she was glad to be able to go
through it without it ruining any important life-changing events in the
process.

What's
more, before she had gotten to the uncomfortable, messy part, the Baby Bug had
also proved to be an extremely fun toy.
Hermione hoped her soreness would lessen soon, because she was very eager
to start using her plastic caterpillar the way it was supposed to be used.

*

Draco
felt wonderful, like every thought and worry was wiped away from his head,
leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. From time to time he heard a voice, her
voice, echoing somewhere in the back of his mind to give him instructions. He was obliged to comply them; not only
because for some reason it seemed impossible to deny her requests, but because
fulfilling her desires was a job too pleasurable to decline.

�No... No,� she groaned, wriggling under him,
trying to get him to thrust into her from a different angle. �Yes! There! That�s it. Oh God, yes, Draco,
harder!�

Draco
moaned with each thrust into her wetness, mercilessly impaling her again and
again, moving faster and faster within her. Her legs were wrapped around his
waist, her ankles hooked together above his bum. His fringe was sticking to his forehead
from physical exertion. His hands
dug into her hips, harder than necessary and certainly leaving a bruise.

�No,
don�t come yet!� she said, desperation in her voice.

Draco
tried to comply, but he couldn�t. He thrust with fierce abandon, buried himself
to the hilt within her cunt and came with a groan, spilling himself inside of
her.

�Make
me come, Draco,� she said, panting harshly and her face flushed with
exhaustion. �Go down on me.�

He
would have hesitated, but couldn�t because of the spell she had cast on
him. Had he known she really
was a Witch, he wouldn�t have tried hunting her down to bring her to
justice. Heck, it was him who had
started the rumour that she was into Witchcraft, so he hadn�t thought twice on
the possibility that it might be true. Once again, she had control over him like
a puppeteer over a string-puppet and he hated it! Why couldn�t he seem to gain the same
sort of control on her, or any sort of control? He had been so happy when
he had finally managed to catch her and tie her up in this vacant hut in the
woods. Little had he known that in
truth it was he who had been captured. He had been more than surprised when she
started making sexual advances towards him, making him do things to her. Perhaps she could read minds and had
found out this was the same thing he had planned to do to her. Perhaps this was a form of payback.

Draco
looked down at her pussy. He had
never gone down on a girl before, so he wasn�t totally certain on how he should
do this. The thought of putting his
mouth on a girl�s� genitals and ingesting a girls� lubrication had always been
enough to make him want to hurl.
He�d heard girls sometimes even ejaculated when they climaxed and
he hadn�t been prepared to have his face anywhere near a girl�s cunt when that
occurred. For goodness sake, it�s
just not sanitary!

Draco
hesitantly leaned in and put his mouth against the soft, pink flesh in-between
her thighs, his tongue slipping past his lips to stroke
her.

�No,
no, don�t go right for the clit.
Softly use your tongue to caress my labia,� she
said.

...

�My
pussy-lips, Draco,� she translated when he faltered to
comply.

Draco
extended his tongue to softly lick her lips and heard her hum contently.

�You
see,� she said.
�If a man
goes for my clit right at the start and doesn't attend to other things first it
makes it much more difficult for me to come. Besides, you don�t want to cause callus
anywhere, do you? Now, fuck my entrance with your tongue.�

Draco
craned his neck, the tip of his tongue probing in search for her hole.

�That
feels nice, but you went too far south.
About two inches upward, hun.�

Draco�s
face coloured with embarrassment.
Honestly, they should make a map for this sort of thing. When he finally found her entrance and
slipped his tongue inside, a flavour enveloped his taste buds, and he realised
it was her wetness he tasted. It
honestly wasn�t as bad as he�d thought; it was more texture than flavour.

�Yes,
that�s it, lap me up like a kitten does tuna water,� she moaned, weaving her
fingers into his hair as he
continued to lick, suck and kiss her labia and entrance. �Then,
when I�m all hot and excited, you can go for the clit. Try writing the alphabet with your
tongue, that�s always good. No, no,
use the flat of your tongue.�

Draco�s
tongue licked, swirled, and nipped at her swollen flesh; not only tending
to the bulge of her clit, but also
the skin under and on top of her clit and also swirling his tongue around
it. Draco thought he started liking
it actually, the silky softness of her pussy against his lips made him want to
press closer to her. It felt like
snogging, only involving a different set of lips. The soft skin of her thighs was pressed
against the sides of his head, and he caught himself thinking it was quite a
cosy place to be. He heard her
panting harshly and realised he found it quite arousing to know he was giving
her this pleasure. Draco�s pants
were still around his ankles; she had never ordered him to pull them up, and his
erection was proudly waving hello again.

�Now
start fucking me with your fingers.
Don�t let your tongue get sloppy now. Add another finger. Crane them against the upper wall. No, a bit to the left. No, too far. Yes,
there.�

Draco
wanted to groan in annoyance, but couldn�t since his mouth was too busy. Was it
always that much work to make a girl to get off? His fingers were fiercely trusting
inside of her and he found himself getting warm. It felt so deliciously soft and warm
inside of her. His fingers were
coated with her wetness and the musky scent of her arousal was all around
him. He made
love to her pussy, from the outer lips to the inner lips to the centre, licking
and sucking and his tongue and fingers fucking the entrance. He
felt the inner walls of her pussy spasm around his fingers, announcing her
approaching orgasm.

�Stop.�

Draco
did as told, but was confused. Why
would she ask to stop if she was about to come?

�Lie
on your back.�

She
straddled him, grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Draco groaned when he felt her wetness
kissing the head of his erection.
She didn�t lower herself onto him though; she was merely giving him a
sample of what was � hopefully - to come.

�Did
you know that in Latin the word �vagina� is masculine and �penis� is feminine?�
she said. �One would think that
it�s strange, but I don�t. A slave
always takes the name of its master.�

She then unceremoniously lowered herself,
engulfing his cock. First, she
started rocking her pelvis back and forth, not pulling herself out of him. To Draco, it seemed as if she intended
to torture him into insanity.

�You
see, there�s no use pretending one is the other�s master,� she said, breathing
heavily. �We�re all just slaves,
Draco.�

He sighed when she finally lifted
herself, pulling him out, and then pushed back in. She started riding him ferociously,
moaning and swearing all the while; just as careless and free he had imagined
her to be during sex. He had heard
the talks and whispers of the men in the village about what she was like in
bed. She was known to be a
passionate lover who loved sex and wasn�t afraid to show it. Once, he�d actually heard her come apart
as she had been shagging one of his cousins in the barn and he knew she screamed
like a banshee when she came. He wondered if she would scream like that with
him.

He
could see her breasts bouncing under the confines of her shirt and her nipples
grazing the fabric. Draco wished he
could see them, or at least reach out and touch them. Damn spell! Suddenly she threw her head back and
groaned loudly, her body shuddering with release. When he felt additional wetness pooling
around his cock, the tension in his lower belly suddenly snapped. The muscles in his body clamped up as he
tumbled over the edge and darkness consumed him, waves of hotness slamming onto
him and coursing through his body.

He
trembled as he came down from his orgasm and his body tingled all over. When he finally opened his eyes, he
caught her staring at him with a blank look on her face. After a few moments of silence, she
lifted herself off him. The sudden
chilly air brushing against his flaccid cock, still covered with her hot juices,
made him wince with discomfort.

�Put
your clothes on,� she said as she straightened out her
skirt.

        He
complied, pulled up his pants and went to put his shirt back on.

�This
is what you wanted, isn�t it?� she said dryly. �Aren�t you happy that you�ve finally
received your reward after weeks of chasing after me?�

�I
don�t lust after whores,� Draco mumbled.
He felt that he was still under her spell, but was free to speak as he
liked.

She
chuckled at that.

        �When
a man has taken a number of women he is called a ladies man, when a woman has
taken a number of men she is called a whore,� she stated simply. �Where�s the justice in
that?�

        �I
have no business with bringing loose women to justices,� Draco spat. �My business is with Witches.�



        �No
business with loose women?� she said with a disbelieving smile on her face. �Isn�t that what made you suspect me of
being a Witch in the first place, me being loose? Or maybe you have been pursuing me
solely because it bothered you that I�ve shagged almost every man in the
village, yet ignored you?�

        �You
think quite highly of yourself, don�t you,� Draco sneered at her, trying to
cover the fact that her words were true.
It was spot on; he had been jealous of all the other men. She was beautiful, seductive, everything
he craved for in a woman and why would she never pay any attention to
him? It had been driving him
insane and if he couldn�t have her, no one should. Her body was the quintessence of
temptation, and the words spilling from her mouth the fluent speech of
blasphemy, two clear signs of being a witch. When he�d accused her of witchcraft, it
hadn�t been difficult to find others to support his allegation; there were
plenty of spiteful wives who wanted nothing more than to get rid of her, get her
away from their horny husbands.

�I�m
simply self aware,� she smirked.
�That look on your face right now, it isn�t just filled with hatred
directed towards me, it�s also with hatred towards yourself. When you look at me, you see everything
that is wrong, yet you can�t stop yourself from wanting me, yearning for me.
Don�t tell me that at night, when you sat by the fire after a long day of
hunting me down, you didn�t wank yourself off thinking of how it would be to
catch me, pin me down under you and fuck me into the
ground?�

Draco
swallowed uneasily. How did she
know that? He knew it was wrong to
lust after her, but couldn�t help it, even now, knowing that she really was a
witch and it wasn�t just something he�d made up to hurt her. Everything about her just screamed sex
and the fact that it was wrong to have her made her even more tempting. The way she was standing there; her
breast straining against her blouse with every breath she took, her hair loose,
cascading down her back and framing her beautiful face, her dark eyes staring
seductively into his, made it difficult for him not to give into his carnal
urges and have his way with her again.

�Just
get it over with, will you,� Draco said dejectedly.

        �Get
what over with?� she asked.


�You�ve had your way with me,� he said. �Now you�re going to kill me,
obviously.�

�For
goodness sake, I�m not going to kill you,� she said, rolling her eyes. �I just want you to understand
something.�

�What?�
he asked, trying no to show his relief about knowing that he was going to
live.

�It
doesn�t take much for a man to get my attention, except for an indication that
he has something to offer me in the sack,� she said. �Girls don�t like it when men use them
or tell them what to do, let alone accuse them of witchcraft, scare them in
leaving the town and then hound them for weeks. We�re not children anymore, Draco, so
don�t try to pull my pigtails when you want my attention, just be nice to
me.�

�All
you had to do was give me some attention,� he said after a moment of
silence.

�No,
all you had to do was ask for it,� she retorted.

Draco
stared at his feet, a gnawing feeling of guilt making itself known in the pit of
his stomach, a feeling he truthfully did not like.

�Do
you know why I never paid any attention to you?� she asked. �Because I knew you were a wanker. Girls talk, Draco! If I hadn�t jinxed you before, our
coupling would have been nothing more than you masturbating with my cunt. What I
yearn is sex and passion and others who crave the same, what I do not yearn for
is being someone�s hand replacement.�

�I�ve
never had any complaints before,� Draco said proudly, yet a red tinge of
humiliation and embarrassment coloured his face.

�I�m
sure,� she said sarcastically. �I
hope you realise that I didn�t just sleep with you simply for sport, but also
for education. If you want a girl
to follow you around like a needy puppy, then all you need to do is use that
tongue of yours for more pleasurable things than voicing mindless
accusations.�

Draco
opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out. Silently he watched her walking towards
the door of the hut.

�The
Imperius curse will lift after an hour or so,� she said, opening the door. �Don�t try following me again after it
does.�

She
closed the door behind her, leaving Draco staring at the wall, the curse now
making it unable for him to move.
The only thing he could do was to snort with mirth. Tonight had not gone
as he had planned, but it hadn�t been bad. Draco might not have caught her, but
at least he had finally managed to get her attention.

And that
was something.

A lazy smile
graced Draco�s face as his mind came back to reality. His hand had been languidly pumping his
erect cock throughout his dream and he had already come before his dream-persona
had been able to impale the Witch (the first time), after which Draco had simply
laid back and enjoyed the rest of the dream. He had become hard again, but decided to
let time take care of it instead of his hand. Over the last few months, Draco had been
trying everything to relieve himself of as much stress as he could, thus he was
very familiar with the consequences of excessive wanking. He wasn�t going to risk any chafing,
with the result that he�d have to lay off it for a few days. Draco had enough trouble sleeping as it
was; how was he supposed to get some shut-eye without a good wank before he went
to bed?

He loved the
moments right after he had awoken from the dreams, when his mind was still at
peace. That�s why he loved the
dreams so much; they numbed his pain, his worries. Occasionally he even found himself
dreaming � <i>actual</i> dreaming while he was sleeping -
about his daydreams, and Draco was immensely grateful for that because that
meant one less dream about cupboards closing in on him, seeing his mother laying
dead on the floor, blood-red eyes, taunting chuckles and a flash of green light,
followed by darkness.

*

Hermione
was a bit cranky when she went to class the next morning, for the reason that
she still felt sore. When Harry had
enquired about what was wrong, she had dismissively told him it was �girl
problems�, after which he quickly started up a conversation with Dean about
Quidditch. Normally he�d be using
Ron as a scapegoat, but couldn�t since Hermione wasn�t talking to him and he had
sat himself next to Lavender. This reminded Hermione of her current entanglement
of sorts with a certain blond Slytherin. In an automatic response, she twisted in
her seat to scan the class for Malfoy, wanting to know if he had arrived
yet. She yelped in surprise when
she found him sitting right behind her, staring back at her intently.

�The
habitual method of greeting someone is usually by saying �hello�, Granger,�
Draco smirked. �Although I have to
admit that I could get used to girls screaming and swooning whenever they see
me.�

�I
didn�t swoon,� Hermione said, her face flushed with embarrassment. �Nor did I scream.�

�Really
now?� Malfoy said sarcastically.
�Didn�t scream, did you?
That could be easily remedied.�

Hermione gulped. Malfoy�s words could easily be taken for
a threat to hurt her, but the way he had said them made it clear that he was
suggesting something quite different.
If that hadn�t been a sexual innuendo, she didn�t know what was. Hermione opened her mouth to retort,
even though she had absolutely no idea what to say. She wasn�t used to whipping up come
backs to these sorts of remarks.
She was glad when Professor McGonagall entered the room and her
�conversation� with Malfoy was cut short.
Before she had the chance to turn to the front of the class, Malfoy cast
her a cheeky grin and winked at her.
Hermione�s eyes widened and she quickly looked away. Malfoy had actually winked at
her.

Hermione was blushing fiercely, and
it wasn�t because Malfoy�s sudden interest in her had flattered her; she was
blushing because she was embarrassed.
It was very obvious now that she had been in his dream. Malfoy had never
before thrown any sort of sexual innuendos in her direction, nor had he ever
winked at her. The reason
why she had introduced him to the Daydream Charms was because she had assumed
that if he�d use it and she was his partner in it, then he�d be as mortified and
confused as she was, perhaps even more so because he was a Muggle-hating
bigot. She hadn�t even thought to
consider that he might like the idea of shagging her.

She hadn�t really thought about how
she�d feel regarding Malfoy running around with memories of her... doing
things to him. The idea that
he�d be as upset as she had been would have been worth it, but knowing that he
wasn�t made it even worse. He had
seen her naked, would probably see her naked again and he liked it!

Draco suppressed a laugh at seeing
the gob smacked look on Granger�s face.
He wasn�t sure where this sudden urge to engage in suggestive banter with
Granger came from; all he knew was that it was fun. He wasn�t completely innocent when it
came to girls; he had had several Hogsmeade dates, a few passionate snogs on the
common room�s sofa and once Pansy had even let him fondle her breasts, the
latter making him one of the more experienced blokes in his year. Even though he had quite some
experience, he had never been very confident when it came to girls. Girls liked him because he was a
Pureblood, rich, good-looking and because he was popular. The reason why he was popular wasn�t
because people liked him, but because they feared him.

Draco didn�t really know why, but he
seemed incapable to converse with people the way others did. It was as if he always expected others
to hurt or humiliate him and wanted to beat them to the punch by giving crude
remarks. Over the years, Draco had
developed an apt ability to spot people�s insecurities, even if they didn�t
flaunt them. It was easy for him to
push their buttons. Therefore, no
one wanted to be on his bad side, so instead they flocked around him like he was
Mother Goose.

Even towards girls, he often made
crude innuendos towards them to cover up his insecurity. It wasn�t as if he liked his current
situation, his inability to engage in a casual, normal, conversation with
a girl, but every time he tried he felt some sort of a blockade, disabling him
to continue. Even with Pansy, who
genuinely seemed to be interested in him, he couldn�t let his guard down and
talk about regular things. The only
person to have ever shown him any real affection was his mother, yet over the
last few years Draco had felt himself pull away from her also. Deep down, Draco knew he was simply
scared to be hurt, to be humiliated, something he had been thought since he�d
been a toddler was unacceptable for a Malfoy.

No matter how much �popularity�
Draco might have gained over the years, he also realised that this year his
influence had slipped immensely. He
simply hadn�t had the time for any socialising. If he hadn�t been forced to go
to class or get food once in a while, people would probably have forgotten he
still went to this school. He rarely spent any time with his housemates anymore,
apart from Crabbe and Goyle that is.
Yet, making your closest friends change into 12-year-old girls on a daily
basis wasn�t a good method to make them like you.

It was draining at times, always
keeping up this facade. The only
person whom he had ever dared to share his deepest thoughts and fears with was a
fourteen-year-old dead girl who lived in a girl�s bathroom. In another situation, it might actually
have been amusing, the notion that the only person Draco had felt any sort of
connection with was someone who was dead.
Maybe he had sought her out in a way of dealing with the probability that
he�d soon be deceased also. Or
perhaps he simply felt safe with her because she didn�t seem to want anything
from him, apart from his companionship.

At any rate, the suggestive banter
he had just engaged in with Granger had been the most amusing conversation he
had had in months, if one can call it one.
If only she knew the memories he had of her, the way he had seen
her. Draco wondered if Granger
could truly be as inhibited as she had been in his dreams. As his gaze raked over the back of her
head, over her back to her bum, he questioned if her body was really as
delicious, her breasts as plump and firm, her kisses as passionate. Was there a zealous minx hiding
underneath that good-girl exterior?

�Mister Malfoy,� Professor
McGonagall said dryly. �I hadn�t
realised the theory of transforming a hedgehog into a burning candle could be so
amusing. Would you care to share
this finding or would I have to come to the shocking conclusion that you weren�t
paying attention?�

�Sorry, Professor,� Draco coughed,
and tried to hide another smirk from surfacing at noticing Granger coyly looking
over her shoulder.

******

End of
chapter 6

A/N: In
case anyone was wondering, the Baby Bug is an actual existing toy. I came across a picture of it in a
magazine and though it was simply the cutest thing. Here�s a picture:
http://www.erotica-online.be/baby-bug-pi-6603.html.

No, I don�t
actually own one, but if anyone thinks it�s a good idea to send me one as a late
birthday present, I wouldn�t complain. :-)

Disclaimer:
the thing about the word �vagina� being a masculine word and �penis� feminine
comes from the first episode of the BBC mini-series �Casanova�.

A/N: this
Daydream was an idea from Krissy. I
realise this daydream was probably more odd than it was arousing. I�m sorry if you�re disappointed, it
just came out that way.
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