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Why Draco Should Not Be Using Tampons	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 43388 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Day six: Friday

Over the last five days Hermione had thought herself to be dealing quite gracefully with her somewhat unconventional situation. Suddenly going from a girl to a fully developed 17-year-old boy is just asking for trouble. Just imagine dropping a pre-pubescent boy into manhood over the course of one night. Would be quite disastrous wouldn’t it? Now, the idea of being a girl who has been dropped into manhood over the course of one night sounds just downright catastrophical. But Hermione, being the smart and practical person she was, dealt with it as best as she could and thought she could perfectly manage for the remaining two days.

Until this morning, that is.

“Oh bloody hell!” she exclaimed as she noticed what caused the uncomfortable aching feeling that woke her up.

Hermione had found herself rousing with a little problem. A little problem that was located in the general pants-area and it didn’t seem like it would fix itself. Hermione told herself to ignore it and perhaps it would go away.

It didn’t.

In fact; it only got worse. It was only until the tension around her groin was becoming downright painful that she decided she had to deal with his head on. She wasn’t stupid nor naive. She knew what she had to do to fix the raging hard-on she was currently sporting. She didn’t exactly know how, but she knew enough to just start and go from there.

She took a shuddering breath and pulled her boxers off. She gasped at the sight of her erection; it was flushed, stood proudly erect and was leaking with pre-come. In this moment Hermione truly realised how completely distorted this whole situation really was.

For gods sake, she was having an erection!

And she was on the verge of going to wank to get rid of it!

Whist being a girl she had never given into the need to masturbate, simply because of the fact that she didn’t really know how to. Sure, she had tried once or twice out of curiosity but there never really seemed to be happening much. So she had come to the conclusion that either certain parts of her body weren’t functioning as they should or she was just bad at operating them. So at night she just kept her hands ‘safely above the sheets’ as one could say. And besides; her hormones weren’t exactly ‘raging’ as much as people generally say they usually do in the teenage body. Her current situation seemed to call for a different approach since male hormones demand attention in a somewhat agonizing way and are not so easy to ignore.

A rather painful twitch in her groin made her decide to bite the sour pill and get this over with. She let her right-hand wander down her stomach and gently grabbed the shaft of her erection. It felt hard as steel, yet the skin against her hand was soft as silk. Gently she started stroking her hand up and down her shaft; trying to learn how to properly stimulate herself. Her brow was wrinkled in concentration in trying to feel a sign that would indicate that she was doing it right. After a few moments of trying different things she let out a groan of relief as she found a method and a rhythm that seemed to do the trick. At first she had went for a rather gentle approach because was a little afraid to hurt herself, but she had quickly come to the conclusion that she could make use of a rather firm grip. She felt as if she was relieving herself, yet building up the ache even more. With her other hand she cupped the two sacks under her arousal and played with them between her fingers.

A delicious tingly feeling was spreading all over her body. Merlin, this felt amazing. It felt rather unsettling to have her body react so irrationally and on its own accord, yet it was exiting all the same. Warm, sticky fluid was leaking down her shaft, which from the continuous strokes from her hand she then coated herself with. She felt her cock growing harder by the minute. In the spirit of experimentation she rubbed the palm of her hand against the sensitive tip of her arousal. At this she found herself whimpering. She was stroking a fire in the pit of her stomach that desperately needed release. Her whole body was hot and flushed. By now she was fiercely thrusting her hips into her hand. This was absolute torture. She needed release. Desperately.

And she got it.

The tension that had been building in the pit of her stomach suddenly snapped and send shockwaves of pleasant warmth throughout her body. Warm cum sprayed over her hand and stomach and she arched her back off the bed while trying to stifle her moans and whimpers. She kept stroking herself whilst riding out the orgasm, until her cock admitted defeat and laid limp in her trembling hand.

She stared at the ceiling of her room while panting fiercely as if she’d just run twice around the castle. She was absolutely baffled, both from the incredible release as to the unfamiliar and overwhelming sensation her body had been subjected to. She had just wanted to get rid of her ‘situation’, but by doing so she realised she had just gotten an inside perspective of the male sexuality; something most women could only wonder about. She now had gotten a dash of the male perspective, but non of the female one. If that’s not irony than she didn’t know what was. She ran her index finger through the sticky fluid across her belly and brought it to her face to take a closer look. It was a transparent sort of white and was still warm. Hermione felt sort of glad that she could have this time to inspect all this in the privacy of her room. Until several days ago she had never even seen a naked man before. She could easily imagine how utterly overwhelming it must be to be faced with all this whilst having ones first sexual experience. Having the opportunity to slowly get accustomed with it all was a blessing. Granted; a blessing in disguise, but a blessing all the same.

She felt the semen dry up against her stomach, so she scrambled herself off the bed and walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would be much different for a woman. She quite hoped it didn’t, since this was just heavenly.

*

It was Hermione’s turn to do rounds that evening; another task that came with being Head Girl (or Boy). When she turned a corner somewhere on the second floor she caught sight of a boy and a girl in quite a heated embrace. They were both so caught up in each other (or each others’ lips) that they probably had neglected that curfew ended ten minutes ago. Hermione’s breath hitched at the sight. If it were any other two people, that spectacle would have been a sight she’d like to recall on cold lonely nights.

It would.

If it were any other people than Harry and Luna.

Honestly, how gorgeous the sight objectively might be, you don’t want to run into a heated snogging-session of a person you consider the closest thing you have to a brother.

Then why can’t Hermione stop looking?! O yes, because it’s a preverbal train wreck!

“Malfoy?”

‘Bugger’ Hermione thought as Harry looked at her with blurry, yet clearly disgruntled eyes. ‘I can never get away with anything in this body can I?’

“Curfew ended ten minutes ago, Potter” Hermione spat. “You might want to move this indoors.”

And before Harry had the chance to give a snide comment in return Hermione hasted herself out of there. Might not have been al that Malfoy-esque, but she really didn’t care about that right now since she was quite sure she was blushing madly.

Also not very Malfoy-esque.

*

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked as she walked into the common room and encountered Draco who seemed like he was desperately trying to touch his toes while not bending his legs. In reply she was rewarded with a disgruntled growl.

“My back hurts!” he spat. He had woken up that morning with a terrible ache in the small of his back that had lasted ever since. The thing that felt best to do about that was to curl his back; but that didn’t help much either.

“Ah, yes that happens,” she shrugged.

“What do you mean; ‘that happens’?” he grunted. “This isn’t normal.”

“Yes it is. Some girls get cramps, other get back pains, others get both. I get back pains.”

“Then give me cramps!” Draco growled while he helplessly pressed his knuckles into his back. He had a sudden new respect for the female species. The blood, the pain and not to mention the tampons. Sure; they had the breasts, but that was only a fair compensation for the troubles they received.

“What do you do to get rid of it?” he asked.

Hermione shrugged. “Find a poor sod who’s willing enough to give you a massage.”

At this Malfoy gave her a pointed look.

“No!”

“Come on, Granger! Who else can do it?”

“Ask Harry. He always does it when I-”

“Are you joking? I’m not asking Potter to give me a massage!”

“You can kiss him, but you can’t ask him for a massage?” Hermione asked pointedly.

“No!” Malfoy answered bluntly.

“Then you just won’t get any.”

“You’re cruel Granger!” Draco whined. “What if I make you a deal. You give me a massage and I’ll give you one next month.”

Hermione opened her mouth to protest but seemed to think about his proposition.

“How do I know that you’ll keep your end of the bargain?” she asked him.

“Ow, come on! I’m dying here!” Draco bleated. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

Although Hermione really didn’t trust Malfoy at all, she decided to give in. Worst thing that could happen was that she didn’t get a massage next month. Or perhaps actually getting one from Malfoy was worse. She wasn’t sure yet.

As she entered his bedroom she noted that it didn’t look all that much as she had expected. For some reason she expected a lot of green, silver and tons of fancy stuff that showed off Malfoy’s wealth. Instead she found his room to look somewhat... bohemian. There wasn’t really all that much in it; something she found surprising since it’s regarding Malfoy who generally wasn’t shy about showing off his money.

“Come on Granger, we don’t have all day,” Malfoy said as he sprawled himself out on his bed.

“Fine,” Hermione said indignantly as she sat herself on the bed and straddled Malfoy’s back. She noticed that it was a really strange feeling when you’re about to give your own body a massage.

From the moment her fingertips pressed into Malfoy’s lower back he let out a pleased sigh.

“Ahhh. That’s it” he said approvingly, his voice somewhat muffled since his face was pressed in a pillow. “At least you don’t have as much problems as I do. My body doesn’t have all the uncomfortable quirks yours has.”

“Yeah. Right” Hermione replied, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice while thinking of a certain incident earlier that day.

“I’m telling you; a long time ago someone has put a curse on entire the female species,” Draco said, while seemingly trying not to whimper as Hermione kneaded his tender muscles. “Bleedings, cramps, backaches and childbirth. That’s just too evil to be accidental.”

“And all because a girl listened to a snake and took a bite out of the apple,” Hermione mused aloud.

“What?”

“Nothing, Muggle-stuff.”

“Figures.”

“So are you really such a Muggle-hater, or was that part of the ‘Future Death Eater’-facade?” Hermione asked, wanting to steer the conversation back to that topic.

Draco grunted.

“You’re not still on that are you?” he asked.

“Yes I am.”

“Then I’m leaving,” Draco said bluntly as he tried to get up, but suddenly found himself crushed down unto the bed when Hermione pressed her full weight on top of him to prevent him from leaving. And since she was now the heavier one; he found himself quite immobile.

“Fuck Granger, what do you want from me?”

“Answers” she said. “And you’re going to give them or I’m crushing you into the mattress.”

“Fine” Draco said reluctantly and he gasped for air when she released some of her weight from him. “’Crushing me into the mattress?’ If that’s not suggestive I don’t know what is”.

“So why don’t you want the mark?” Hermione insisted as she resumed massaging Malfoys back. She hoped this direct approach might get some answers.

“I just don’t want to end up like my father, all right!” he admitted reluctantly. “I’m 17 years old for Merlin’s sake. I don’t want to start out my life with being constantly on the run, hiding and being tortured with the Cruciatus to prove my loyalty to some Dark Lord with an impossible dream.”

Hermione removed her hands from his back and twisted Malfoy around so they were facing each other, while she was still straddling him.

“You’re not lying about this, are you,” she said, more a statement than a question.

“No” he replied.

“I still think you should go and talk to Dumbled-“

“No!”

“Malfoy-“

“No, I’m solving this myself” he insisted. “This is my problem and I’m dealing with it. Understood Granger? And don’t you go and start babbling behind my back either!”

“Fine,” Hermione said reluctantly. “But just make sure you can solve it.”

Draco frowned.

“What do you care if I become a Death Eater or not?”

“I don’t” she said, but knew that wasn’t completely the truth. “It’s just... the less followers Voldemort has the better”

Draco flinched at her using the Dark Lord’s name.

“What are you saying his name for?” he growled.

“Sorry, I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Draco asked unbelievingly. “Damn Gryffindors...”

***********

End of day six.
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