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Hello all! Just a short note to let you readers know that Chapter 7: Internal Politics of the Malfoy Family, has been extensively revised, with three new pages of content added on 7/11/11. If you get the chance, you may want to start by re-reading that chapter.

My thanks to UnseenLibrarian, who did an awesome Beta job on this chapter for us all, fact-checking, editing, and commenting -- and all while working on her own amazing stories!

Silent in the wake of so many revelations, Hermione sipped the remaining wine as she processed the unpredictable turns the afternoon had taken. Perhaps she did not know Draco as well as she thought, despite how frequently they talked over the past years. His teasing, everyday sarcasm hid a deeply embedded sense of responsibility for his family, for both their past and future deeds.

With a sigh, Draco refilled their glasses and brought the lighter mood back with more of the teasing banter they had enjoyed earlier. "You had some questions about Maiden's Blush. Ask away, fair maiden." He finished speaking with a grand gesture, as if he was removing a bulky hat in the presence of a lady.

Cheeks reddening, she started with the simplest question. "Why is Maiden's Blush so valuable, Draco?"

"The thing about Maiden's Blush is that both Muggle and Magical science have not been able to pinpoint exactly what it is, or precisely where it originates." Draco leaned back on the couch as he explained. "There are many theories and suppositions, but what is known for sure is that it can be a product of a female's arousal and that it is different from the vagina's own lubrication."

"How is it different?" she asked, confused.

In a clinical voice, Draco answered. "The secretions of the vagina are meant to lubricate, so they are somewhat viscous or sticky, depending on the time of the woman's cycle. They slowly coat the vagina to facilitate intercourse, and make sex more enjoyable." He sipped from his glass. "Now, female ejaculation is colloquially called 'squirting,' or 'gushing,' because it is expelled rather forcefully from the body. It is very liquid, much like water in consistency. Because it can wash away lubrication from the genitals, healers are not sure what role it plays in procreation."

Hermione was captivated. Despite her rising embarrassment, he had her undivided attention. His lecture was arousing her mind, and her intellectual curiosity, much as their earlier kiss had awakened her senses.

Unaware of her thoughts, Draco continued explaining. "Some cultures treasure the woman's ability to ejaculate, but in our Western culture most people aren't very knowledgeable about sex and think this ejaculate is really urine leakage." He nodded at Hermione's disgusted noise. "Not sexy at all, I know. So women try to suppress it, embarrassed, and many men belittle the woman for it."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she made another indistinct noise of disgust, and he smirked. "What's this Miss Granger? Are you now judging people for their ignorance about sexual matters?"

Chagrined, she tried to think of flippant retorts, but they died in her throat as Draco continued speaking. "The thing is, it can happen with orgasm, but it can also happen during the 'ramping up', if you wish."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise. "I thought you needed to stimulate the G-spot..."

"You can," Draco agreed, nodding his head slowly. "But it is not the only way. With patience, relaxation, and intention..." he trailed off, pausing until she looked up at him.

When her gaze met his, he continued speaking, in a lower, honeyed voice. "The Maiden's Blush can be harvested as the arousal climbs..." Her eyes were drawn to his mouth as his lips shaped each word. "Higher..." She was mesmerized by his tone, explicit in its seductive intent. "And... higher..." As her thoughts followed his innuendo, her inner temperature rocketed and her cheeks heated. Seeking some solace, she jerked her gaze away from his smirking lips to his eyes, only to be caught like a deer in a predator's sight.

Draco's eyes were hot pools of melted silver, burning with repressed emotion. "There is no limit, Hermione, to how much pleasure one can experience."

She trembled at the intent reflected in his eyes, fearing the knowledge she could see in their depths. It was almost pornographic how explicitly his gaze conveyed his knowledge of seduction, his knowledge of what easy prey she would be. Uncomfortable with the promise implied in his eyes, Hermione looked away and cleared her throat.

She took a swig from her forgotten wine glass, trying to moisten her parched mouth. One tense minute later, still avoiding his eyes, she swallowed a rather large mouthful the wrong way. Hacking through the resulting coughing fit seemed to give the conversation a much needed change of mood. He chuckled as she sipped some more wine, trying to clear her embarrassment away.

Draco matched her, sipping his wine before speaking. "Maiden's Blush as an ingredient is meant to capture the building excitement and desire before it bursts."

Hermione busied herself with her glass, amazed at the ease with which Draco could change his moods. "What do you mean?"

"Female ejaculation need not be synonymous with orgasm." His professorial tone was back as he lectured her on the finer points of arousal. "When a woman is sufficiently excited and stimulated, she can expel this ejaculate without reaching her peak, during the mini-orgasms that women are able to experience. Once familiar with the feeling, it is possible to practice so that you learn to recognize and encourage the sensations. With the right stimulation and relaxation, most women can achieve it, alone or with partners."

"Hold on. Just how much is expelled each time? How are we going to collect it? What price does it fetch? What--"

He smirked and poured more wine into their glasses. "One at a time, remember? Let's start with the cost. A fluid ounce of Maiden's Blush sells for ten galleons from a reputable source. And before you ask," he smirked, seeing her close her mouth abruptly, "I do have connections with some of the premier potions' suppliers. I believe I will have to sign with Veritaserum ink, certifying that the Maiden's Blush was collected in the proper way, and that you are a virgin. Together with your little certificate from earlier, that should be enough to get us a fair deal."

"Now, about the amount that we will be able to generate together." He winked playfully at her, and she felt her cheeks flush in response. "If properly aroused, a woman can expel anywhere from two tablespoons to a half-cup of female ejaculate. I think that the level of hydration prior to the make-out session matters, though I don't know for sure. As for collecting it, I have a few ideas that we can probably work on together."

She frowned. "What kinds of potions use Maiden's Blush as an ingredient, Draco? Because I do not want to be involved in helping make anything harmful --"

"You won't be. First of all, most of the potions that use Maiden's Blush have to do with sexual excitement." He shrugged as he explained. "Supposedly, it can be combined with pheromones in perfumes designed to entice the senses, and used in elixirs for minor sexual dysfunction. I have never brewed or tried these potions myself, so I am not sure if they work as advertised."

She frowned harder in her confusion. "How so?"

"Don't stress, princess. I'll explain it." He reached over and gently caressed her forehead, tracing and easing each of her frown lines with his fingers.

"Princess?" she asked, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back to better enjoy the caress. The wine was making her feel very relaxed, and she cautioned herself to stop drinking soon, lest she go all giddy and tipsy on him.

"That's what I used to call you when we were at Hogwarts. 'Gryffindor's Princess'. Don't you like it?" As he spoke, his fingers were drawing patterns over her forehead, dipping down to her cheekbones, and circling back through the bridge of her nose.

Despite the relaxing stroking, his answer made another frown appear on her forehead. "I'm sure you meant it pejoratively back then, as an insult."

He smoothed those lines away gently as well. "Your forehead is too pretty to be scrunched like this," he said, as he continued with his mesmerizing touches.

Wanting to have a pet name that would not remind her of their years of enmity, she quickly came up with a different interpretation of the nickname. With a smile and a teasing tone, she said, "If I'm the princess and you're the dragon, then who is the brave knight that will rescue me from your clutches?"

He chuckled. "I think that you'd be the one doing the rescuing, of both the dragon and the knight. Wouldn't you, Hermione?"

She smiled and retorted, "Perhaps I'm just a self-rescuing princess, with no need for knights. You just have not realized how dangerous I can be to you, Mr. Dragon."

Draco chuckled again, saying, "Oh, I do realize, Hermione." Hermione could hear a smile in his voice as he spoke. "That's why we're going to work together. You keep me on my toes."

She was wondering just how many layers were embedded in this comment, but he moved to address her earlier point. "What about 'kitten'?" As he asked, he gently moved a couple of her curls from her forehead, tucking them in behind her ears, then carried the light massage to her nape.

The goosebumps that flowed through her skin from his touch were addling her brain. "Kitten?" she asked, uncomfortable with how often she was parroting words back at him today. Perhaps because of too much wine on an empty stomach? Or perhaps it was hunger? Whatever the cause, her mind felt like it was covered in treacle.

His sensual caress had moved to include her ears and jaw line, and when she next heard his voice, it was closer than before. "Hmmm, yes. Wasn't it our second year that you--"

She pulled back and opened her eyes, asking, "How do you know about that?" She was incensed, humiliated, and surprised, all at the same time.

He shrugged. "I was a frequent visitor to the infirmary when a certain wild-haired witch resided there."

"In our second year? Why?" Her question was accompanied by a severe frown, which he once again proceeded to soothe.

"I think at first it was malice, wanting to see you brought low -- and no, I am not proud of my motivations back then. You were such an upstart little thing, wanting to prove that you were better than us pure-bloods. But after a while it became more than that. By then, I missed you. Oh, not for anything good," he reassured her as her mouth fell open in surprise.

With a smirk, he explained, "I missed making fun of you, taunting you, verbally sparring with you. Over time it had come to be part of my routine." His voice went higher, child-like in its intonation, mocking his younger self's questions. "What is Granger doing today? How is she going to provoke Professor Snape today? What Muggle atrocity will Granger be wearing today?" He paused for a moment, and smirked again, faintly, as he continued speaking in his normal voice. "Let me tell you, the jeans you Muggle-born students wore always caused quite the stir. Tsk, tsk, tsk. So indecent!"

Smiling, she countered, "You pure-bloods are such a prudish lot!"

"Yes, yes we are. You don't know quite how prudish pure-bloods can be." He chuckled, and continued with his explanation. "Second year I was completely bored during the weeks you were petrified, and visiting you in the infirmary seemed to be the only break to my day's monotony." He stilled his hand with a sigh. "The highlight of my day was getting around Madam Pomfrey to spend some time at your side. I would whisper-taunt you with all the moronic things your friends were doing without you." He chuckled. "Truly, even now I am not sure how Potty and the Weasel manage to go through a day without your advice."

She knew he had been there. Her time petrified had been a nightmare, one that often visited her in the years since. To be frozen, unable to see, speak, move, or respond, but able to hear everything. Hour after hour of nothingness, no sense of whether it was day or night. She would have been completely scared, if it wasn't for Professor Snape's reassurances that her condition was curable, and that she would be able to make up her classwork. But still, she had never felt so helpless, so bored, so frustrated!

Harry and Ron visited sometimes, but Hermione had few other friends. Most often, she had to strain her ears to discern news from the visitors to the other petrified students. Luna, who was not really her friend back then, had come by and read the news to her a handful of days. It was a kindness that Hermione never forgot, even though she would have preferred to hear The Daily Prophet over The Quibbler. Draco had been a reliable and very welcome visitor, albeit also an unexpected one.

His voice lowered as he continued speaking, averting his eyes. "It was only to you that I could confess how unhappy the petrification of students made me, even as I was supposed to cheer on the Heir of Slytherin in public."

Hermione had remembered enough of his whispered feelings about the Heir of Slytherin that, in their sixth year, she refused to believe Harry's theories about Draco's nefarious plots. How could someone who cared about his fellow students' welfare curse and poison them?

"I am not sure if you even could hear me those days, but Professor Snape said--"

"I could hear you, Draco." She swallowed heavily and tried to convey her gratitude in her gaze. Reaching for his hand, she continued speaking. "And I cannot thank you enough for those visits. They gave me something to look forward to, a break in my day's monotony too." She smiled. "Thinking of witty retorts to your quips kept me sane during the long unbroken days of nothingness. And now look at us!" she said.

"Yes, look at us now," he softly agreed. Leaning down, he aligned his head with hers, as if he was seeking a kiss. He closed the distance between them slowly as her eyes drifted shut and her lips puckered. All this was for naught, for she only felt his nose caress hers gently. It was an innocent gesture that felt more sensual than any French kiss she had received. His sweet breath fanned her mouth, teasing her with the proximity of their lips without ever connecting them. Goosebumps erupted on her skin when his fringe feathered her cheek. She licked her lips, and tried to bring their lips into contact. But he was withdrawing already.

Her eyes opened slowly, to see him smile gently as he raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "You are too distracting by far, Hermione." With a sigh, he visibly collected himself, sitting slightly further away. "To answer your earlier question, personally, I am not sure that this Maiden's Blush has all the magical properties that people have attributed to it, for a couple of reasons. First, my lovely know-it-all, what does it mean for someone to be a virgin?"

Frowning, Hermione asked for clarification. "Pardon?"

"Think about it, Hermione. There are so many possible interpretations of the definition of 'virgin.' I am not clear which one, if any, matters for the potency of the Maiden's Blush. Why should it matter whether the woman's hymen is intact?"

"Well," Hermione started her answer hesitantly, "Historically, there has been an interest in hymenal blood both as an ingredient in esoteric preparations, and as -- let's say -- 'social currency.'"

Draco's eyebrows shot up with a smirk. "Is that how you are trying to frame the traditional notion that a woman should be a virgin before marriage?"

"Precisely," she answered in a very swotty voice. "What else would you call that antiquated notion? A bride's value was set by whether she was verifiably untouched."

"And what if she has never had sexual intercourse, but her hymen was broken by accident? Would she still be considered a virgin? Hmmm?"

Her mouth opened in rapt fascination, never having considered this possibility.

But Draco was not done listing different alternative definitions. "What if it was broken by using a sex toy? If what matters is that she has never engaged in a sexual relationship past the point of intercourse, what if her preferences run toward females, and she is the one doing the penetration on someone else?" He scoffed. "How far do you have to go in order to be considered 'impure,' for the Maiden's Blush? What if you have anal sex, but not vaginal intercourse?"

He smirked and zeroed his gaze in hers, unreadable, before speaking again. "Now, theoretically these alternatives present a challenge, but I'm guessing these don't apply to our situation, right?"

She blushed hotly and averted her eyes under his scrutiny. He seemed to be waiting for some sort of answer. Hermione stalled, draining her wine glass in small sips, trying to will away her embarrassment. She chanced a glance at him, and realized he had not moved or looked away since asking his question. Draco's face had darkened, his brows were furrowed, and only his nostrils vibrated, faintly. As she watched, one of his eyebrows rose in expectation. When he still did not speak, she faintly answered, "Right, they don't."

"I didn't hear you, Granger," he spoke in a dangerous tone. "Are you a virgin in name only? How far did you and Weasley go?" His voice turned even more menacing as he ended with another question, "Or was it with Krum that you experimented more?"

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise and a little bit of fear. What was going on with Draco? Trying to move slowly, so as not to provoke him further, she leaned away from him on the couch and accidentally dropped her glass. Fortunately it did not break. Yet the bounce of the glass on the carpet seemed to reach Draco, breaking through his dark mood.

As if he was just waking from a deep sleep, Draco started when he heard the noise and shook his head violently. Breathing deeply, he stood up and walked up to the wall, clenching his fists reactively.

As her surprise morphed to anger, Hermione retorted, "Why would it matter?" She mopped up the small pool of wine with her napkin, all the while thinking that Draco probably had done all those (and more!) in the years since they left Hogwarts. Heck, he may even have done them all this past week!

With his back facing her, Draco leaned his forehead against the wall and raked a hand through his hair. Still breathing deeply, he frowned in concentration and pleaded, "It matters to me, Hermione."

Her temper kindled by his interrogation, she answered, "Well it should not matter, given all the things you have gotten up to over the years."

Letting out a frustrated huff, Draco rolled over, leaning his head on the wall. Without opening his eyes, he spoke in a strangled voice. "You already raked me over the coals for my expertise, Hermione. It is your turn to answer me now."

Why would it matter to him what she had been up to with her boyfriends? Hermione considered not answering, but Draco had answered truthfully her earlier inquiries, so she opted to alleviate his stress. Clearing her throat, she reasserted her answer in a firmer voice. "But yes, these considerations, although intellectually challenging, are irrelevant to our situation."

"Good," he said, breathing deeply as he forcibly relaxed his hands. He rolled his neck slowly a couple of times, keeping his eyes closed. Still facing away from her, he said, "I apologize for my outburst, Hermione." Then he walked back to the couch and sat down, acting as if the last extremely awkward minutes had not happened. "What other questions did you have about the Maiden's Blush?"

Taken aback by how fast Draco could switch gears from boiling hot to cold, Hermione cast through her mind for another question about Maiden's Blush. "You know," she frowned as she spoke, "given the interest in Maiden's Blush and Maiden's Blood, why was the same value not assigned to the bodily fluids produced by virgin men? What makes hymenal blood different from other types of blood?"

He smirked and countered with, "How do unicorns know who to approach, Hermione? There are times when magic defies logic--" He held up his hand as she inhaled in preparation for an interruption. "and fairness."

She closed her mouth with a snap.

"It may be that virgin men's ejaculate is plentiful and easy to come by, whereas Maiden's Blush requires greater knowledge and skill. Who knows? The fact is, that despite all my training as a Potions Master's apprentice, I still don't know what makes Maiden's Blush special. This is one of the reasons why I am unsure it is as magical as people hope. The second one has to do with the placebo effect. Have you heard of it?"

He waited until she raised her eyes to his and nodded her assent, before continuing with his explanations. "It is possible that something like that is going on with Maiden's Blush. People that wear the perfume made from Maiden's Blush feel more confident in their attractiveness because they believe in the power of the fragrance. Who can tell if it is really the effect of the Maiden's Blush or their own confidence?"

He refilled their glasses with the remaining contents of the bottle. "Same thing for the people suffering from minor sexual dysfunctions, and in addition, they probably do not want to complain about not being cured of their 'little problem.'" He paused to take a drink. "Mind you, it is entirely possible that Maiden's Blush is a powerful ingredient. I just don't know for sure."

"I suppose we could brew some of these potions and test it ourselves," Hermione mused.

"Certainly, though we would hardly be impartial judges, because we would know we were dosing ourselves with Maiden's Blush."

She sighed in defeat. "You're right."

"Hey, don't be down now. What we care about is that there is a demand for it, and people are willing to buy it."

She was not convinced. "It is not very honest to sell something that may not work as the buyers think it does."

"Don't let this bout of morals blow things out of proportion. First of all, it may well work as advertised. Secondly, who's to say that the people buying it aren't using it for their own experiments? And, thirdly, if it helps them have the confidence they need, why is it bad?"

Hermione sighed. Slytherins! Reasoning with them was always fraught with perils. They had trained from an early age to twist reality to their advantages, and if one was not careful, they could convince everyone of their version of the facts.

Dear Readers: Please Rate and Review! Do you think Maiden's Blush has intrinsic magical properties? What other types of potions do you think it is used for?

Attention! If you have not already done so, send in your guesses to what Draco's third condition would be, and what he was doing at the Clinic in Chapter 1. Time is running out! The Prize for those that guess correctly either or both of the mini-mysteries are two deleted scenes from chapters already published. To be fair, ONLY answers to what Draco's third condition would be, and what he was doing at the Clinic, are valid for the deleted scenes prize. Guesses about other mysteries in the story are VERY welcome, and very cool to read, but we need to be fair to those that have been submitting their guesses with an eye towards the prize!

The information presented in this chapter about Female Orgasm is factual, as far as I know. Sexual health college textbooks were used for most of the information presented in this chapter. Online sources used to verify the information included Wikipedia, www.drlauraberman.com, www.goaskalice.com, and others.
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