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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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So someone in a review said that they hoped this wouldn't be another Dom/Draco Sub/Hermione type of story. And while I do enjoy writing those, I didn't ever think that Hermione ever came off as sub in this story. I thought it was sort of an equal tit for tat. I hope it stays that way. I hope you guys enjoy this next installment!
~A.
Downtown we let it go
Sunset high and our bodies low
Blood rush in the hazy glow
My hands, your bones
Loose up we break the scene
One step deep as you fall to me
Heart clap, we skip a beat
Count one two three
And don't you stop the music
Get into it
Won't you dance with me?
Find a place and lose it
You can do it
Won't you dance with me?
"Lose It" by Oh Wonder -this was on repeat while writing this chapter.
Surrounded by a rubber dildo, condom wrappers, and a used condom on the floor, Hermione stared in the mirror near her door and observed herself; not physically, but mentally. Had she really just performed fellatio on Draco Malfoy? If her younger self could see her now, pacing back and forth across the squeaky floor boards of her sparse living quarters, flushed with blood and half-way wishing she could run out the door and call him back- well, her younger self might have just admitted her to the infirmary and given her an abstinence pamphlet. But even her younger self couldn't deny that he had a way, back then and now, of crawling under the surface of the skin and staying there. Like a parasite. A handsome, surprisingly enjoyable parasite.
Tonight, she had wanted to get lost in the moment when he had kissed her. It had been different than the fantasy versions of him; his real kisses were more tender and held a sense of purpose. He had been playful, which was something she had not anticipated, and despite the fact that he had put his hands on her backside, he had been quite the gentlemen. He hadn't tried to rip off her clothes or stick his hands where they weren't welcome. He had let her take control of the entire situation, feeling it out, allowing her the room she needed to continue.
That was what frightened her the most. She'd always pictured him being a dominating, calculating, take-no-prisoners type of lover. But instead, she had discovered him to be a much like a timid, playful kitten, unsure if he should pounce or run away. He'd egg her on, yes, but should he have felt the situation turn serious he would have bounded out that door never to look her in the eyes again. There was something so… innocent about him. Not unsure, but simply virtuous.
"Ha!" She laughed to herself. "Listen to me. Describing a Malfoy as virtuous."
She suddenly felt very guilty for telling him to go. How confused he must have felt to one moment be in the middle of a passion filled make out, and the next being told that he needed to leave. She must have come off as such a tease! Or at the very least, someone with emotional issues. And really, that wasn't far off. Being intimate with someone… anyone… it just wasn't the right time. She wasn't sure if there would ever be a right time again. She hadn't realized how emotionally scarred Ron had left her until this very moment. Damn him.
Well, she wasn't going to let him do it any longer. She was a grown woman, and she could be intimate with anyone she felt like. Even if it was Malfoy… Did she want to take that step, though? Or had she acted on pure instinct? What did she really know about him, besides the obvious childhood memories? She didn't know much about who he was today; not his favorite food, or his favorite color. Not even what his aspirations were or what he dreamed about. And she most certainly didn't know what his stances were on muggleborns anymore… He had seemed so carefree around her, hadn't he? She'd never seen him act that way before. Was that who he was on the inside? Funny and shy and playful? It was endearing.
Hermione made a choice in that moment; she wanted to know more about Draco Malfoy. She needed to know who he was on the inside, and then… then she'd make the choice on if she really wanted to pursue this endeavor. And if she found out that he was truly callous, she could pretend this evening had never existed, free of any pretenses or expectations.
The next morning, the Great Hall was full of students fresh back from their trip to Hogsmeade. It made Hermione slightly relieved to see that Malfoy hadn't made it to the Professors' table yet, content on discussing something on the far end of the room with The Bloody Baron. He wore another version of his attire yesterday; but instead of a white button up, it was black, and instead of a silver vest, it was a dark green. She noticed that no matter how hot or cold it was in the school, he would always keep his arms covered, perhaps to hide his Dark Mark. She recalled Professor Snape would do the same thing.
When she arrived at the Professors' table, she waved to Neville and took a seat on his right instead of his left -right in Malfoy's seat. She knew exactly what she had done, and cast a quick glance his way. It didn't take him long to take notice of her, and his eyebrows turned up in a challenge. He still talked to the Baron as if nothing was wrong, but she noticed his eyes trail over to her every few moments before bouncing back to his conversational partner.
"Morning Hermione," Neville greeted her, looking from her usual chair to the one she had sat down in. "Change of scenery today?"
"An experiment," Hermione said, averting her gaze away from Malfoy. She reached over the table, plucked a piece of toast from a pile and began to butter it. "Sleep well?"
"As best as I could," Neville replied, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. "Nearly Headless Nick decided to pop by unexpectedly, and he wouldn't stop talking until I finally fell asleep in my arm chair. I woke up around three, and he was still there. Just continued his conversation as if I hadn't been asleep for two hours…" He gave a large yawn, stretching his arms out and behind her chair, as well as the vacant chair to his left. Leaning back, he gave a lopsided smile and asked, "How about you?"
Hermione glanced up in the direction of Malfoy, whose stare was fixed on her. She quickly averted her eyes elsewhere and gave a small cough. "Nothing out of the ordinary."
Neville raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on it. He merely leaned back up in his chair and began to pick at his bowl of mixed fruit as Professor Malfoy approached the table with a skip in his step and an abnormally large smirk plastered across his face. He had let his stubble grow overnight -it aged him ever so slightly so that Hermione's imagination went wild, fantasizing about him bending over his work bench and telling her to call him 'Professor'. She felt the rush of exhilaration as her body reacted, warmth flooding between her thighs.
Malfoy put a cool hand atop the back of her chair and said, "Are you lost, Professor Granger?"
The way he dragged out her last name as if it were taffy he was pulling apart with his teeth made her breathing hitch. She shook her head, taking a bite of her toast. When she had swallowed it, she replied, "No, Professor Malfoy. Are you?"
"You're in my seat."
"Am I?" She flashed him a smirk that would have made him proud if not for the fact that it was out of defiance. "I don't believe any of our seats are assigned."
He slowly raised a threatening eyebrow, taking in a deep breath to calm himself before he released it and smiled. "Of course." He leaned forward, brushing his arm against her own as he snatched up a bowl of something and set it on her plate. "In that case, eat, Professor. You look a bit peckish." He winked at her and took his seat in her chair on the other side of Neville. Hermione's cheeks flushed red when she realized what he had sat in front of her: a bowl of blueberries.
"Professor Malfoy!" Hermione called out when she had found him again after breakfast, surrounded by a group of seventh year girls who giggled into their hands as he finished a quippish joke. He had slipped out of the Great Hall before she could get a chance to talk to him about the night before. Internally, she was grateful that it was Sunday and classes wouldn't start back up until tomorrow. She wasn't sure what she would do if she had to sit with this boiling in her all through her lessons. -Malfoy looked up from the group, excused himself politely, and instead of walking towards her, he began in the other direction. Hermione frowned and followed him. "Professor!"
"Now look who's stalking?" He called over his shoulder, turning a corner out of her sight. Hermione sped up on her pace, taking the corner tightly and running smack dab into his chest. "Oof!" The breath was knocked out of the both of them.
"Were you seriously waiting around the corner for me?" She asked him, brushing her clothes nervously. It was still snowy outside, so today she had settled on a casual pair of her dress slacks and a red, button up blouse. It brought out the slightly red undertones in her hair, though it wasn't as if anyone else would notice.
"Don't flatter yourself," he sneered, straightening his posture. They still stood intimately close to each other, and Hermione had to take a few steps back just to keep herself from attacking his lips again. "What do you want, Granger?"
"I was hoping to speak to you. About last night."
"What's there to discuss?" He shrugged, slipping his hands in his pockets. His head dipped low, and a small blush crawled up his cheeks. He concentrated on the wall beside them, making a point not to look her in the eye.
"I don't know you," she told him. His posture stiffened, but he said nothing. Hermione continued. "I don't know a single thing about you outside of what I've perceived. And… it frightened me. I'm not a loose cannon, Professor Malfoy. I don't simply let men into my dormitory at night to do enjoyable things and pretend it didn't exist the next day."
"You found it enjoyable?" He glanced at her for half a moment before darting his eyes away again.
"Didn't you?"
A faint smirk painted itself across his mouth. "I did."
"Then you can understand why I had to ask you to leave."
His smirk dropped. "No, actually, I don't understand."
Hermione sighed, leaning up against the wall and double checking to make sure their conversation wouldn't be overheard. "We hate each other."
"Hate is a strong word. I dislike you strongly with a passion." He shrugged again. "But I don't hate you."
"Passion…" she repeated, the word tingling on her lips. "I suppose that would explain last night, then." She stared at him for quite a while, forcing him to look at her. "I want to apologize."
"For what?"
"For running you off. We're both consenting adults. I should have… assessed my emotions a bit before I agreed to last night's… revels."
"Revels?" He snorted a laugh. "Is that what the kids are calling it?"
"And I'd like to continue," she said, nodding firmly.
He took a pause to process. "You want to what now?"
Hermione sighed. "Look, you and I are both consenting adults-"
"-You've said that already."
"-Consenting adults who, despite our obvious detestation for each other, find each other sexually stimulating." She watched his eyes go wide and his eyebrows furrow together in a 'don't say that out loud in public' sort of way. But she ignored him. "Last night was an educative experience for the both of us. And I'm saying that perhaps we should continue to educate ourselves."
"Let me wrap my head around this." He leaned his arm against the wall and moved his face closer to hers, lowering his voice. "You're encouraging us to fool around again?"
"Yes." She nodded. "But under certain conditions. I wish to know more about you. I'm not someone who fools around with just anyone."
"I didn't think you were someone who fooled around with anyone at all."
She scowled. "You're on thin ice. I might decide to change my mind."
The anxiousness in his stance wasn't hard to miss as he leaned forward a bit more, trying to smooth it over with a quip. "But we both know you won't. Because you're Hermione Granger. And once you've set your mind to something, you'll never stop until you've succeeded." He smirked. "So… no."
"No?" She crinkled her eyebrows. "What do you mean no?"
"No means no. Isn't that part of your curriculum?" He flashed her a pearly white smile and gave her a wink. "We both know how much you hate to fail at something. So, I'm putting my foot down. No, Professor Granger. I shan't fool around with you. My modesty is ever so important to me."
Hermione wasn't an idiot; she knew that he was telling her no strictly to increase her sexual desire towards him. And damn him if it wasn't working, because she could feel the desperate pull in her stomach that said she very much had wanted him to say 'yes'. She wanted to shove him up against this wall right here, rip down his trousers and show him exactly what he was missing out on! She wouldn't, of course. They were standing in broad daylight in front of bustling crowds of students, and they were Professors. It was amazing how the thought of Draco Malfoy wanting nothing to do with her only made her want him that much more.
"Fine." She scowled at him. "Just fine."
She turned on her heel to leave, but he caught her by the arm and spun her back around discretely. "You know, you might try to convince me. Wouldn't hurt."
Hermione bit down on her lower lip, the thrill of him being as desperate for this as her sending waves of heat over her skin. "I'll keep that in mind."
"And… should you want to get to know me more… we could trade off." He offered. "How about tonight in my dorm? A game of cards. Completely innocent."
"Anxious to get me alone again?" She teased, glancing down at his fingers still wrapped around her arm. He flexed them before releasing her.
"I can be a perfect gentleman, when the need arises."
"Ha. That's a laugh."
"You don't think I could?"
"I don't think you could be a gentleman if you're life depended on it."
"Yes, well…" He frowned. "We both know if you came over tonight, you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of me anyways."
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused."
She huffed. "You are absolutely infuriating!"
He smirked. "Gets you going, though, doesn't it?"
There was a long moment of tension before they both burst out into laughter, startling a few student passerby's. Draco stood straight once again, and made a small bow to Hermione.
"Until tonight then, Professor. But I mean it. Hands off the merchandise." He gave her a flirtatious wink and strutted off, more proud and arrogant than Hermione had ever seen him. If that's the way he was after a night of receiving oral sex, she could only imagine his strut after a night of unbridled passion. She leaned up against the wall, letting out a strong sigh. If the two of them had discovered all of this sexual energy in their teenage years towards each other, there wouldn't have been a broom closet or empty classroom that would have been safe. Would he be the kind of man to take her in a broom closet? Or even to let her drag him in to an abandoned classroom and tie him up? Would he even like that?
She suddenly got a very organized, well thought out idea.
Draco half way expected her not to show up. He thought maybe she'd realize what she had offered, would become struck with fear, and then would never speak to him outside of the classroom again. So when there was a small knock on his door at nine thirty in the evening, he became quite excited. He slicked back his hair with his fingers, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and strolled over to the door.
When he opened it, Granger was standing in the doorway with a long, rolled up bit of parchment clutched in her right hand. "Hello, Draco."
Draco. Holy fuck, she said his name again. The last time she had said it, it really hadn't registered in his brain fully until he was tucked away in the confines of his bedroom. And when it had hit him that she had said it with vigor and a seductive undertone, it had made him dream about her moaning his name over and over until the morning sun had awoken him. Hearing it again sparked the same sort of need within him. He decided to try something new. "Hello, Hermione."
The small gasp from her lips as she was taken aback by his forwardness made him swell with pride. She liked it. She was ever so anxious to tear down these walls they had built since they were children, and if he were being completely honest with himself, so was he. He just didn't know where to begin or how to go about it. So he supposed a first named basis was a good place to start.
"What's that you have in your hand?" he asked as he moved aside to let her into his room. It was far larger than hers, draped in Slytherin tapestries and a hefty broomstick collection hanging from the far wall. In his spare time, he still liked to go out with the Slytherin Quidditch team and give them a run for their money.
Granger -no, Hermione. He was going to call her Hermione now. Well, Hermione looked around at the breathtaking display of his room and allowed her face to fall into envy. "Your room is so big!"
"It isn't the only thing that's big in here," he whispered, and she swatted him in the arm with her parchment.
"This," she presented it to him, "is a questionnaire for you. Actually, it's more of a list, and I'd like you to check off your experiences, what you'd like to experience, and what you're completely against."
His curiosity was peaked, and he took the scroll from her. He watched her take a seat on his bed. Brave. That was very brave of her, he noted. He undid the scroll and read out loud the top line. "Draco Malfoy's Preferences List." He grinned over to her. "This is very… thorough of you." He tore his eyes away to the first line, instantly flaring with a rush of blood to his ears.
Intercourse Positions:
Missionary (man on top)
Woman on top (face forward) 'cowgirl'
Woman on top (face away) 'reverse cowgirl'
Mounted (man behind woman) 'doggy'
Spooning (lying down, man behind woman)
The Hot Seat (seated at end of bed, woman faces away)
Each position on the list was followed by three boxes in three different columns: 'Done', 'Wish List', and 'Never'. There was a section dedicated to Positions, Sexual Fantasies, Fetishes, Places -the list went on and on. There were even spots for him to write in suggestions. He stopped reading as his heart hammered away in his chest. He glanced up to find her smirking in his general direction.
"Something wrong, Professor?" She asked in that low, seductive tone from last night.
He cleared his throat, squinted at the parchment, and said, "What's this?"
"I've told you. I want to get to know you better."
"I thought you meant what pet I had as a child and what's my least favorite vegetable."
"I want to know those too," she nodded, "But, you see, I have a confession to make." She fell back against his bed, her curls scattering across in a random, beautiful display that forced thoughts in his head of climbing on top of her and slipping her legs above his shoulders. "Since I'm not allowed to touch you, I would at least enjoy the luxury of fantasizing about you when I'm alone."
"Fa-Fantasize? About me?" It was all he could hope, and he found his hands shaking. He swallowed hard, willing his hands to his sides, paper still clutched tight in his fingers. "You want to fantasize about me?"
"No, Draco. I don't want to. But I do. -Does that make you uncomfortable?"
No. It gave him a raging hard on that he would have to get rid of once she left. Maybe he could convince her to go down on him again. Or maybe she'd be up for a mutual tit for tat? -No, stay firm, Draco. You told her no means no, remember? And now you're so anxious to drop the act so soon? What kind of a Malfoy are you?

"I can't control what goes on in your mind," he told her quietly, eyes trained on her as she gave a light stretch that perched her breasts up into the air. "So however you fantasize about me… it shouldn't matter what the real me is like. Considering you won't be getting any of me." He had to add that last part just to prove he wasn't going to be seduced. Even if he were. Which he wasn't…
"Oh, I know." She rolled over on her stomach, facing away from him and exposing that glorious backside to him that was only covered by those irritating slacks. She swung her legs up in the air much like a teenage girl would as she was writing in her journal or whatever teenage girls did by themselves on a bed. He didn't really have time to think about It because there was a real woman sprawled across his. "I just want it to be realistic, you know? If I'm going to do it, I want to do it right. You said it yourself."
He glanced back down to the list and blinked twice. "Do you have a list?" he asked.
She smiled, rolling off of his bed and back up to her feet to stand. She sauntered across the room and put a finger to his chest. "I do. But I'll only show you if you answer yours honestly." She lightly stood up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Your assignment is due by the end of the month. But you might get bonus points for turning it in sooner."
What did bonus points mean? Did it mean another blow job? Or hand job? Or Hermione in sexy lingerie? - damn it, Draco! Focus!
"So sorry I won't be able to stay for cards tonight." Her hand trailed over his chest, down his stomach, and stopped right at the top of his pants. "Busy day tomorrow teaching the children. I'm sure you understand." And then she left him, the door clicking behind her and leaving Draco in a puddle of nerves and raging hormones in the middle of his bedroom.
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