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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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Are you worth your weight in gold?
Cause you're behind my eyelids when I'm all alone
Hey, stranger, I want you to catch me like a cold.
You and god both got the guns, when you shoot I think I'd duck.
Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!
Drop our anchors in a storm.
Hey! They will never be the same,
A fire in a flask to keep us warm.
Cause they know, I know
That they don't look like me.
Oh, they know, I know
That they don't sound like me.
"Hurricane" by Panic! At The Disco
Draco stared at the impossibly long list as he rubbed his fingers over his evening stubble. He'd need to shave before returning to class tomorrow morning, but he'd deal with that later. Right now, the task was assessing Hermione's dangerously seductive list and figuring out just what kind of sexual endeavors got his broomstick flying. Quite frankly, most of the things on the list that he understood looked appetizing, but there were still some of the suggestions that he had no idea what were or that were even possible. The idea of a woman taking control in the bedroom, for example, proved both stimulating and frightening. Did he want to be tied up and submissive? He'd never considered it before now. And the idea of Granger being the one to do it only made the thought more enticing.
But there were other things on this list… nipple clamps, for instance. The name said it all, but Draco had never even seen them in person. And a vibrator… that had to be like the vibrating charm you could use on a wand, right? Then there was all this business of where to do it; outdoors, in a bath, on a roof, a balcony. He wondered if it could be done on a broomstick? Might be a bit of a headache, but his imagination got the best of him.
Damn Hermione Granger. This was exactly what she had wanted to procure from him, wasn't it? His fantasies ran wild late into the night, but it didn't stop him from at least filling out a bit of the list. Things that he had already done seemed sparse in comparison to the rest of the suggestions; he'd had intercourse, obviously, and had done quite a few on her list of positions. He was particularly interested in '69ing'. It sounded rather fun, and now that he would have a partner that would be willing to swallow his cock… fuck. No he didn't, because he had volunteered himself a poster-boy for abstinence! Way to be a sod, Draco. Way to be a fucking sod.
He wondered, as he sat his quill down and rubbed his tired eyes, just what Granger was doing at this very moment, and if she was as sexually charged up as he was.
If Draco Malfoy could see her now, he'd know that Hermione was indeed as sexually riled as he was. She hadn't told him when she had handed him his homework, but she had cast a dual-charm on a separate sheet of parchment tucked safely away in her room. This parchment was an exact copy of his list, and when she said exact copy, she meant exact copy. Whatever Draco Malfoy checked off on his pretty little list would also check off on hers, thus giving her the advantage of knowing his sexual preferences before he would even have a chance to show her. If there was one thing Hermione Granger was good at, it was getting the upper hand.
Dressed in her favorite red camisole and short shorts, she took a bite of her evening bagel she'd taken away from dinner and unrolled the parchment with a smile. There were already several ticks on the list, most of which were from the 'Done' category. She read the checks quietly to herself; missionary, doggy, cowgirl (not reverse cowgirl, though… how interesting), upright, -ooh, he had even tried the corkscrew! What a naughty boy… was it hot in here? She thought about opening a window, but decided on continuing to read the list instead. The 'Om' was a personal favorite of hers, where two lovers would face each other with the woman's legs draped over the man's hips as they rode out their sexual conquests while staring into each other's eyes. It was the one thing that Ron had been particularly good at; looking her in the eyes while they made love. Not that she would ever make love to Draco Malfoy… no. His sexual conquests were far from anything adoring, were they? Had he ever been in love to know what making love felt like? -Ooh, he had checked off the 'Om' as well! But in the 'Wish List' category, which surprised her. Was he fantasizing about her while checking it off? Or was it just a generality?
There was a timid knock at the door, and Hermione found herself in a sea of fluster as she rolled the parchment up quickly and stowed it away under her pillow. She grabbed up her fluffy bath-robe, wrapped it around herself, and padded to the door. She had just seem Draco check off on that list, so whomever was at her door at ten thirty this evening couldn't possibly be him. She reached for the door, giving a quick little breath to calm her nerves, and swung it open. Neville Longbottom smiled enthusiastically at her, dressed in his evening dress robes, sans tie. "Neville!" she exclaimed. "What a pleasant surprise! What brings you here?"
"Just on my nightly patrols," Neville said, snuffing out the light from the tip of his wand with a 'nox.' "Thought I'd pop up and say that I think what you're doing with the kids is great."
"Oh?" Hermione found herself smiling. "You came all the way up here just to tell me that?"
"Well… not really… if I'm being honest." He rubbed the back of his freshly cut hair; it was shorter than she had ever seen it, but it aged him well. Neville was far from that pudgy little boy with round ears she had met their first year. He was a man now, with a stout frame and kind eyes and even a bit of muscle here and there. She'd never really noticed, and maybe it was all this sexual tension between her and Draco electrifying the air that made her see Neville clearly for the first time. He was handsome, in his own aloof way. Not handsome the way Draco was handsome, but in the way that reminded her of Ron; sweet and gentle. "I came up here to ask you… t-to ask you…" He bowed his head ever so slightly, glancing down at his scuffed up dress shoes.
"To ask me what, Neville?"
"To ask you… if-you'd-maybe-like-to-have-coffee-with-me-next-Hogsmeade-trip!" His offer came out in a slur of words that he shouted just a bit too loud. Knowing what he had done, he quickly ducked his head lower and whispered, "I-I mean… if you'd want to."
"Neville Longbottom." Hermione grinned, placing her hands on her hips. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
"N-n-no!" He flushed as red as an apple. "I-I mean… yes! I mean. Well. Only if you want to, and you don't have to if you don't want to… I just thought… with you and Ron not being a thing anymore… and seeing as how we see each other anyways… and…"
With a firm hand, she reached out and patted his shoulder. "A cup of coffee sounds lovely, Neville. Truly."
His head shot up, and the beaming smile on his face could have blinded the room if it were made of sunlight. "Wow, really? I mean, that's great!" He rubbed the back of his head again, standing a bit more confident. "Thanks, Hermione. I was afraid you'd turn me down."
"Well, it's not like you were asking me to hop in bed with you!" Hermione laughed. She realized she might have been a bit too forward by the paling look on Neville's face, and she added quickly, "Joking, Neville. Joking."
"O-oh, of course." His ears now matched his face. "Though I b-bet you're a bang up in the b-bed… bedroom…" His eyes went wide, and he shook his head reverently. "Sorry. That came out wrong." He blinked twice, swooped in, kissed her cheek, and flushed even more (which she didn't think was possible.) "Right. Well, I… I'll leave you to it then." He bowed gracelessly and shut the door for her, leaving her alone in her bedroom to laugh into her pillow.
Oh, wow! What a turn of events! Hermione had never really considered Neville as a prospect before, but it did make sense. He was wonderfully kind, and he had the heart of a lion, sans all that selfish pride. No, he wasn't a thing like Draco… Draco… he'd never ask her on a date, would he? That would be preposterous!
She reached under her pillow and felt around until her fingers found the scroll. Just a peek, she said to herself, so that she might have a fantasy or two before bed…
Monday went by quickly, much to Draco's mortification, and Tuesday arrived like a thunderous bolt of lightning hurdling through the sky that read 'FEMALE SEX ORGANS' -or maybe that was just Professor Granger's white board. He stared at the obscene words, utterly perplexed while he waited for his fifth year students to filter in to the Great Hall. Hermione had yet to show up, but he knew she'd arrive any moment with that over-confident head held high. Perhaps that's why her curls were so large -to hide that enormous head of hers. Stupid Granger. Stupid white board. Stupid list that was tucked inside of his robes on an inside pocket. He didn't dare leave it in his dorms for a house elf to accidently throw out into the rubbage bin. What if a student went nose-diving for thrown away homework and discovered it? He shuddered at the thought.
When Professor Granger arrived this evening she wasn't alone. Longbottom accompanied her, carrying a muggle looking contraption with a tripod at the end of it. Some sort of projector, possibly. And the way he was smiling at her, as if she were the last custard delight at the end of a long day… Well, that just didn't sit right with Draco. Not that he cared or anything. He just knew Hermione was far above Longbottom's attainability. But then, why was she giggling into her hand like a school girl? Why, for the mother of dragons, would she find anything that cur had to say stimulating?
"Neville, you simply must stop!" she laughed, patting him in the shoulder. Longbottom gave a lopsided smile and set the tripod down next to the white board. His gaze met Draco's, and both men gave a sharp nod.
"Did you hear that?" Asked Bradly Wayne, nudging one of his friends in the side, "Professor Granger just called Professor L by his first name! Do you think they're dating?"
"Wayne," Draco lulled, cocking an arrogant brow, "Do butt out."
"Now, that's not very nice, Professor," chided Hermione as she approached him. She flashed him an innocent smile and turned to Bradly. "Professor L and I have been friends since our first year at Hogwarts. It seems only appropriate that I can call him by his given name, don't you agree, Mister Wayne?"
Wayne smirked, trailing his eyes over to his Potions Professor. "How long have you and Professor Malfoy known each other?"
"Oh, I don't know. About the same amount, I'd imagine."
"But you don't call him by his given name."
"Wayne," Draco growled again, "Do butt out."
"Yes, well," said Hermione, ignoring Draco, "Perhaps Professor Malfoy hasn't earned that title yet. He's a cheeky man, you know."
Wayne sniggered into his sleeve and turned to talk amongst his friends. Draco, irritated, strolled up directly behind her and whispered into her ear, "Give me a dark room and an hour and I'll show you cheeky."
She laughed quietly into the palm of her hand, and it made Draco's chest inflate with smugness. Longbottom wasn't the only one who could make her laugh, dammit. -Wait, was he seriously trying to one up Neville Longbottom? What the bloody Hell was happening to him? Perhaps he should visit the infirmary after class was over…
"Are you ready for today's lesson?" Hermione asked him, pulling him out of his thoughts. Aside from them, Longbottom was setting up the projector for her like an eager puppy. Ha. Well, at least Draco knew better than to do that. He wouldn't be caught dead doing chivalrous things for that infuriating bookworm with tits so inviting he wanted to spend his holiday under the covers with them in his mouth.
He shook his head from his daydream and scowled up to the board. "No, actually."
"Ever the prude," she quipped.
"You and I both know that's not entirely true."
The pink strung across her cheeks fit her skin tone perfectly as she flittered away from him to help Longbottom set up a projector screen. By the time they had finished, the classroom had all come together, staring impatiently while talking amongst themselves. Hermione thanked Neville with a warm hug, which made a set of Gryffindor girls cheer unexpectedly from the back of the hall. Draco glared at them, and their tizzy fizzled into quiet whispers.
"Have fun!" Longbottom told Hermione as he took his leave, waving to a few of his fellow students as he went. Hermione pushed a small hand held device with her thumb, and the projector lit up with the words 'VAGINA: WHAT AM I? AND WHY AM I IMPORTANT?'
He instantly became mortified. Oh God. No. No, no, no. This was too much. Just way too much. "Professor Granger," he whispered, calling her attention. She approached him, grinning ear to ear.
"Yes, Professor Malfoy?"
"Does it have to say that word up there?"
"What? Vagina?"
Behind him, Draco could hear Wayne roar with laughter. "She said vagina! Did you hear that, everyone? Professor Granger just said vagina!" Oh, what circle of Hell was Draco in now?
"Yes." Hermione stood straight and patted Draco's chest for good sport. "Vagina." She looked around the room, and shouted a bit louder, "Vagina!" That got the students' attention, and soon the class hushed and stared at her. A few of them laughed, and even one in the back shouted 'vagina!' back to her. Vivian Wallum's hand shot up into the air, and Hermione answered her gleefully. "Miss Wallum?"
"Is this sort of like the penis game?" Vivian asked. The penis game. Oh, Draco hadn't thought about that in years. Potter and Weasley thought that game was quite a trip if he recalled correctly.
"Are you referring to the game where individuals shout the word penis at a higher pitch volume as the game continues, until everyone chickens out except the loudest shouter?"
"Yes!" Wallum clapped her hands. "Professor Granger, you simply are the coolest teacher I've ever met."
"Hey," Draco frowned, "What am I? Chopped goblin?"
Wallum shrugged.
"Thank you, Miss Wallum. You bring up a wonderful introduction to this next course: if you fear a word, you will most certainly fear the thing itself. So, on three, I'd like everyone in the room to shout: vagina!"
"NO thank you," Draco scoffed, eliciting a slew of giggles from about half of the class.
Hermione spun on her heels, her hands placed firmly on her hips. "What was that, Professor Malfoy?"
"I said: no thank you. Why must the students shout obscene words to make a point? They can read. They're not incapable of figuring out just what you'd like to teach them." He crossed his arms, setting his stance decisively.
"I'm trying to teach them that they are in control of their own minds, and that they shouldn't let fear a clinical word."
"We never had to shout vagina in a classroom full of our peers."
"Professor Malfoy just said VAGINA!" a blonde haired twit shouted from the Hufflepuff table.
"Yes." Hermione smirked. "Yes, he did." She turned around to the class. "On three. One!"
"Granger."
"Two!"
"Hermione!"
"Ooh!" Wayne gleefully pointed between the two. "Professor Malfoy likes Professor Granger! He called her by her given name!"
"That's not how it works, Wayne!"
"Three!"
To Draco's mortification, the entire class lit up with, "VAGINA!"
Fuck. This was getting well out of hand.
Granger pressed the button in her hand again, and the projector flickered to a sketched diagram of a woman's undercarriage, besmirched by clinical terms such as 'uterus' and 'labia' and 'vaginal canal'. Oh good gods, strike him down right now. He averted his gaze quickly, which didn't help at all because he met the eyes of a fifteen-year-old girl and just about fell over in mortification. He closed his eyes, braced himself against the podium, and lowered his head. As he listened to Granger talk about the differences between the inner and outer lips of the vagina, he pulled out his list and quickly marked 'Play Doctor' on his 'Never' list. Nope. Never gonna happen.
A boy much smaller than his peers raised his hand, and Granger called on him. "Professor Granger, um… what's that?" He gestured up to the diagram.
"You'll have to be a bit more specific, Charlie."
"That bit between… between the… the holes."
The room giggled hopelessly, and Draco bit down on his lower lip to keep from screaming at the entire lot of them to shut their faces.
"Oh, this bit?" Hermione pointed to the area. "This is the perineum."
"Oh." Charlie frowned. "Is it?"
"What do you call it, Charlie?"
"The taint?"
Even majorly-prude Draco Malfoy burst out into laughter, and the tension in his brow lessened. He threw his head onto the podium, trying to muffle his laughs. This day… this day was amazingly disastrous. He coughed back the last of his laughs and exchanged humorous glances with Hermione, who then replied to Charlie, "Well… that is a street name for the perineum."
"Why?"
"Cuz it taint the pussy and it taint the anus!" shouted a Slytherin boy gleefully, and the room began to fly off the handle in nervous laughter. Draco scowled; though he had to give the kid credit for creativity, it was highly inappropriate.
"Mr. Silvan!" he shouted sternly. "Ten points from Slytherin for inappropriate language, and you can see me in detention this evening."
"Awwwww!" Silvan threw himself down in his chair, sulking. "Taint that my luck!"
"Another ten points!" Draco growled, scowling. "Come on, Silvan! This is my House your tarnishing! Get it together!"
Hermione and her fellow Gryffindors laughed, making his ears burn. He was never going to make it through this day intact.
"Miss Granger," said Rosemary Jones, "Are you sure that diagram is correct?"
"Quite. Why, Miss Jones?"
"I… do they all look that way?"
"What dear? Vaginas?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Oh, heavens no!" Hermione pointed to the diagram. "This is only an example piece. Every woman's vagina, especially her inner and outer lips, will look a bit different. Sometimes, a clitoris will be a bit more hooded than another, and colors vary. It is perfectly acceptable for your vagina to look nothing like the example here."
That peaked Draco's interest, despite the fact that she kept throwing those clinical terms around like the Healer that she was. Did Granger's look like the example? Or was it smaller? Larger? Was it hideous? No, surely not. Everything on that body was exquisite; her pussy would most certainly match the rest of her. Did she have a landing strip, though? Or was she completely bare against her folds? Did she go all natural? Draco quickly made a note on his parchment in the suggestions page; he liked a clean, well-groomed woman downstairs. He didn't care if there was hair, but it bloody well be taken care of. 'Trimmed or clean is best' he wrote, feeling the blush crawl up his cheeks. Well, he was certainly discovering himself, wasn't he?
"Taking notes, Professor Malfoy?" Hermione called out to him. Draco's face slowly crawled up to meet hers, and his eyes widened into saucers. With a cough and a quick roll of parchment, he shook his head and tucked the scroll back inside his robes. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hermione's lips pull back in a provocative smile.
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