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Shiver	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Early Saturday morning I meet with Malfoy and perform the spell perfectly.
For the rest of the following week everything is fine. I pay attention, I’m diligent. I start to feel good about things. I tell myself that I should trust myself more and be more optimistic.
Tuesday we meet for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Again, I can’t focus. I don’t know. Just as I am prepared to explain to Draco that I don’t really suck, that this class just seems to stir up bad memories, he calls me to stand in front of him.
He is sitting, or rather, leaning against his desk.
I frown, but do as he asks.
‘I am going to help you, Miss Granger. I don’t think either one of us wants to wake up that early for another Saturday class.’
He’s right—I was tired and he seemed tired as well.
So I do as he asks, thinking he is going to walk me through the technique.
Wrong. Extremely wrong.
I am shocked when he pulls up against his body—I can feel every hard muscle and for the first time I become aware of the fact this is a guy behind me—and he puts his hand on top of me.
I am too shocked to say anything.
‘I notice you shake a little and that you wave your want too widely.’ His mouth is next to my ear; so close that I can feel the heat of his breath.
I am frozen, unable to say or do anything except let him manipulate my body. With one arm tightly around my waist, his free hand on my right hand, he guides my wand.
My heart is pounding.
I don’t know why, but I am incredibly aware of every single touch; when his fingers around my waist move ever so slightly I am immediately aware.
I want to push him off of me and run to the other side of the room but something keeps me rooted to the ground. Is it fear? Shock?
My mind is blank and I can’t think.
I can’t believe that he is doing this.
‘Now…’ he slowly says, ‘We will do it together. Miss Granger, please say the spell.’
Automatically I do as he commands, but my voice sounds high-pitched and on edge.
But it works.
I perform the spell.
I am prepared for him to release me, but he doesn’t. Much to my horror, his hand lazily drags up my arm before dropping to my waist.
‘This time,’ he whispers, and a shiver goes up my back.
I look to the door and hope someone enters but no one does. But it’s almost nine o’clock in the evening. We are alone, and I don’t think I’ve realized how alone we are before. It terrifies me.
His hands res on my waist. Big hands, slender fingers, gently squeezing my hips.
‘This time,’ he repeats slowly, and I hope I am imagining it but there is a dangerous, almost obscene undertone to his words, ‘I want you to do it without my help.’
Trembling, I take a deep breath and force myself to concentrate, which is difficult because his hands are on me. Malfoy’s hands are on me, his mouth is next to my ear, and I am terrified he will do something bad to me.
I utter the spell, and have never been so happy for it to work correctly.
‘Very good, Miss Granger.’ He releases me, and I stumble away, turning to face him.
‘Why did you do that?!’ I half yell half scream, ‘D-don’t you ever touch me.’
Malfoy frowns, and gives me a wounded look. As if I were the perpetrator.
‘I don’t understand. What did I do?’
Unbelievable. Is he serious? Does he think I am a moron?!
‘Don’t play stupid! I know you did that on purpose, you did that to make me upset, you were, you were—‘
He frowns, and I turn. The door opens. The headmistress is standing there.
‘What is all the commotion?’ She raises an eyebrow at Malfoy, and I feel my chest swell with glee. The Headmistress will fire him.
‘…I’m not entirely sure.’ Malfoy looked from her to me, still wearing that hurt expression, ‘Miss Granger is about to tell me.’
All eyes are on me, and for some reason, I feel like crying. This is wrong, I shouldn’t have to explain when something went wrong.
‘He put his hands on me!’
There is a long silence, and then the Headmistress turns to Malfoy, ‘That is a serious accusation Mr. Malfoy.’ She looks at me, ‘In what way?’
I am shocked by her question. Isn’t that enough? It’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy! In what way does she think?
‘He put his hands on my arm and waist.’
No one said anything, waiting for me to continue. I couldn’t help it. I look away, because now I am starting to loose my confidence. It makes me want to cry.
‘He was showing me how to do a spell. My arm kept shaking, and he said he wanted to help me keep it still in order to show me the right way to cast it.’
I don’t look up. I sense already, because no one has thrown Malfoy out, that I am in the wrong.
‘Miss Granger that is perfectly normal for a teacher to do when a student is struggling.’
I can’t help it. I start to cry. I cover my face with my hands. It’s awful to be wrong, especially in matters like these.
‘I apologize, Miss Granger, if—‘
‘No Mr. Malfoy you did nothing wrong. If you don’t mind I would like a word with Miss Granger.’
There was the sound of movement.
And then Hermione looked up to see that they were alone.
‘Miss Granger, are you sure you alright? I am concerned that maybe you are not ready for this—‘
‘I can do this!’ I lash out angrily, and then immediately cover my mouth with my hands.
The headmistress sighs, ‘Normally I would have a student apologize but I am looking at the context not the incident itself. In the future, be careful because sometimes words can have enormous consequences. If you are uncomfortable with Mr. Malfoy helping you in that way, the tell him. But be aware that you may be losing out on an important learning opportunity.’ She crossed her arms, ‘Get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day.’
I nod my head, but I feel like a jerk. I feel like I have somehow let her down. I feel like I jumped to assumptions when I am supposed to be working on trusting others. Malfoy didn’t do anything wrong.
I need to be nicer. I am so upset, I cry for fifteen more minutes before leaving for my room. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want to do well but I am afraid that I am just going to mess up.
In my bed I curl into a ball and tell myself that tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow will be better.
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I can’t help it.
I know I told myself that I would be ‘good’ but I know that is impossible for me now.
We were lucky. She was lucky. If no one had stepped in I think I would have done something that couldn’t be explained as ‘teaching’. I was erect when I let her go.
While she yelled and screamed I became harder. When she began to cry, I imagined turning her over the desk and filling her with cock.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the sight of her misery makes me want to do dirty, wicked things to her. I didn’t just leave when the Headmistress asked.
I aparated to Knockturn Ally, where I was guaranteed to find the one thing I needed very badly: pussy.
My procurer was someone I have relied upon for some time now. I requested a girl with short, curly brown hair. Unfortunately he could only get me red curly hair. It was good enough for me.
‘I want to teach you a lesson.’
‘Anything you want, Mr.’ She said in a sultry voice.
It made me angry, because it was not even close to the real thing. I twisted her arm behind her back and she cried out.
‘I want you to call me professor.’
A tremble passed through her body. It seemed my whore liked to play games.
‘Professor, I want you to teach me how to be a good girl.’
My cock throbbed in pain. I needed release, and it seemed I had found the perfect outlet.
A smile lit up my face.
‘Very well…’
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