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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- 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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Haha, a lot of you don't want Neville out of the friend zone. It made me laugh quite a bit. Don't worry, people. I ship Dramione for a reason. Neville is a plot device, and I'm not going to exclude him, but you needn't worry yourselves. And I'm not using him as a 'romantic prospect' for Hermione. She'll figure out she doesn't want to continue on. But just trust me, I know where I'm going with this, and it will all make sense later.
So much love for the humor in this fic, and that delights me. Thank you all for the kind words. It really still baffles me that anyone wants to read my work, so thank you again, from the top and bottom of my heart.
Much love, apple hugs and vanilla kisses
A.
Makin' a movie on the couch with a flip phone
Just like you, like I, like fingers in your mouth.
Up on the sun, playing drums with a bleached bone
Just like you, like me, like everybody else.
(When it gets loud, I turn it up)
Shake it like a bad girl up in Harlem
(When it's too hot, I light it up)
Light it up, yeah, smoke 'em if you got 'em
(When it's too soft, I shake it up)
Like I look at a bad girl up in Harlem
(You're so sweet, but I like it rough)
Ooh, light it up, yeah, smoke 'em if you got 'em
"Harlem" by New Politics
The next two weeks dragged on at a snail's pace, irritating the shit out of Draco. Every night, he added a bit of detail to the list, and every night he went to bed with an ache in his groin and his thoughts drifting around a curly-haired brunette with a behind so exquisite it could only be matched in detail by the sound of her laugh. Really, the laugh was the thing that kept him up at night. He could hear it even when he was alone grading papers or tucked away in his shower trying to scrub off the pungent smell of defeat; because, deep down, Draco knew he had been bested, yet again, by Hermione Granger. She was doing things to him not just physically, but mentally. And he couldn't quite understand why until Wednesday morning with his fourth year students, when Tabitha Cornfield and her best friend Jesse Hobsworth were huddled around a cauldron, gossiping their fourteen-year-old hearts out.
"Did you hear?" said Tabitha, also calling the attention towards the table in front of her, where Lidia Cornelia and her partner Liam Houste were seated. "Professor L asked Professor Granger out on a date!"
Draco's eyes flickered up from his task at hand (grading Wayne's essay paper from yesterday), and he nonchalantly tried to pretend that he was simply glancing around the room to watch his students work.
"No offense, Tabitha," said Lidia, turning in her chair, "But why do any of us care?"
"Well, it's a bit exciting, isn't it?" asked Jesse, sticking up for her friend's attempt at juicy chatter. "I've never seen two professors date before."
"How do you even know it's a date?" asked Lidia.
Tabitha was the one to answer. "Because it's on the next Hogsmeade trip."
"Is that significant?" Yes, was it?
"Don't you remember what day that falls on?"
Oh. OH. Draco's eyes widened momentarily, and he averted his gaze quickly back to his paper as to not draw attention to himself as he sniggered into the back of his hand. Had Granger even realized? He'd have to find out for himself. But what if she did know, and had said yes anyways? Did she really mean to date Longbottom? And if so, where did that leave Draco in the thick of it? He'd have to find out this evening for sure. Giving up on grading Wayne's shoddy essay, he brought out Granger's list and began to check off the boxes one by one. He'd need an excuse to see her after all…
"Are you really going to Hogsmeade with Longbottom next weekend?" Malfoy asked, startling Hermione from her afternoon tea. It was her free period, and she had been so enthralled by grading papers and listening to Chopin's 'Nocturne' on the record player in the corner of her room that she hadn't heard him come in. The music matched his graceful demeanor rather well as he thrust out a scroll in front of her nose. Hermione reached up, took it gently, and smiled up at him.
"Well, hello to you too, Professor Malfoy. This is your homework, I presume?"
He smirked down at her, crossing his arms. "Answer my question, Granger. Are you and Longbottom going on a date?"
"Where did you hear that from?"
"Oh, it's quite the bit of gossip amongst the fourth years."
"Is it?"
"So is it true?" His mouth was pulled up so smugly that she wanted to slap it off of his face.
"It's just coffee, Malfoy."
"Just coffee? Oh, Granger, Granger, Granger." He placed his hand on his mouth and laughed into it. "Do you really not know?"
"Know what?"
"What next weekend is?"
Hermione furrowed her brow, confused. "I don't like the way you're smiling. What's next weekend?" She opened up her drawer, pulled out her calendar, and began to sift through the dates. When her finger fell upon Saturday, February 14th… her heart just about plunged into her stomach, and she paled so much that she could have matched Draco's complexion. "V-Valentine's Day? I've made plans with Neville on Valentine's Day?"
"Keep up, Granger. Keep up." Malfoy looked about as content as a cat who had finally found something warm to sleep on. He took a brisk walk around the room, arms tucked neatly behind his back, as he continued. "I have to say, I didn't take Longbottom for your type, but then again, Weasley was never your type either, was he?"
"Now what are you going on about?" Hermione sighed, setting her chin in her hand. "You're rather cheery."
He stopped his pacing to glance back at her. "And you're rather… blasé about it all." He narrowed his eyes, his cheery disposition gone almost at once. "Hold on, are you saying that you're alright with going on a date with Longbottom?"
"Of course." She raised an eyebrow. If she didn't know any better, he nearly sounded jealous. "I knew it was a date to begin with. I just didn't know that it was on one of the most romantic holidays of the year. Sort of makes for an awkward occasion, but I can work with it." She rubbed her temples with her fingers, feeling a headache approaching. "Why do you care, anyways?"
"I don't," Draco sneered, quickly coming back across the room to stand at the edge of her desk. "But…" His eyes almost carried a hint of – was that hurt? Or perhaps that was anger? She would surely recognize anger (she'd seen enough of Draco's anger from their childhood) so was this really what he looked like when he was betrayed? Surely not. Surely this was all some elaborate hoax. Because Draco Malfoy didn't pine over muggleborn women -lusted, sure, but never pined. "But, I thought we had a… a thing going."
"Did you?" Hermione smirked, covering the apprehension she felt in her gut by the way he had said that last statement, as if he really were just as taken aback by her date as she was that it was on the 14th of February. "I distinctly recall you telling me that my hands were to… how did you word it? Stay off the merchandise?"
"Yes, but you and I both know I didn't mean it," he said breathlessly. With wide eyes he realized precisely what he had said and backed up a few paces, clearing his throat. "I-I mean… fuck… I mean…" There was a pregnant pause, where he took his time, searching for the right words. "Why Longbottom?"
Hermione blinked at him. Where was all of this coming from? Why did it make her want to know? "Why not Neville?"
"He's not really your type, is he?"
"Then who is my type, Draco?"
He stared at her long and hard for a moment, eyebrows crumpled together, jaw clenched. Then his face fell and he sighed. "I don't know."
"Exactly. You don't know." She rose from her chair and placed her hands on the desk. "You don't know a thing about me to judge who I decide to date. You hardly know a single bit about me outside of our… experience we shared."
"You think you're going to be able to find an experience like that with him?" he sneered suddenly, crossing his arms like a two-year-old.
"I doubt it. Neville doesn't seem the type to enjoy…" She unrolled the scroll and to Draco's chagrin read one of his 'Wish List' ideas off. "Eating whip cream off of woman's body." He wasn't the only one to blush; a slow crawl of warmth crept up her cheeks and stayed there. "But then again, I don't plan on going that far with Neville to find out."
"You don't?"
She laughed ever so slightly. "Heavens, no. But I have to put myself out there, don't I? If I turned down every man who asks me on a date after Ron, how will I ever know when the right one comes along?"
"So… what does that make this, then?" Draco nudged his eyes in the direction of the list.
Hermione's heart jumped behind her ribcage. "I… I'm not sure." She laughed again, although this time it was forced. "Listen to us. Going on about my date with Neville. Sort of silly, don't you think?"
"Is it?"
"Yes. I mean, it's not like you care who I go on a date with." She made a point to say the words out loud and solidify them. She watched, ranging Draco's reaction, which was a mix somewhere between a nod and a scowl. He tapped his foot a few times upon the floor, scratched under his chin, and glanced back to her decidedly.
"Thing is, Granger, those pureblood ideologies you make fun of me for," he strolled around the desk and rested a hand on each of her shoulders, fingers digging into her skin like the way an owl would dig his talons into his prey, "They're really engrained in me. And do you know what they're telling me right now?" He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her ear. "Hmm, Hermione?"
She glanced up at her classroom door, which was shut, and over to the record player, which had stopped playing only moments ago. The room was empty and yet so full of tension as Hermione closed her eyes and willed herself to take breath after careful breath. When had things taken such a treacherous turn?
Draco continued, his hot breath tickling her cheek like a fire licking at the air. "Those stupid regulations are telling me that I shouldn't meddle around with someone like you. That if you're courting someone else, I should bloody well back off and never speak to you again. Is that what you want me to do?"
No, that's not what she wanted at all. She hadn't thought her date with Neville would evoke such a stir of emotions from her formal rival; really, she hadn't thought about him much at all when she had agreed to the date. But should she have, really? She was a single witch not tied down by any wizard. But the man with his fingers digging into her shoulders could tie her up if he wanted. Maybe gag her… take her from behind as he whispered seductive claims into her ear…
"It's just coffee," she said again, lamely.
His lips grazed against her earlobe as his fingers gripped her tighter. "Do you want to have coffee with me?"
Oh God, was that a real question? It was hard to tell if he was being serious or mocking her, so she sat perfectly still and chewed on her lower lip. When he pulled away from her, she let out a sigh and turned around in her chair. "You're serious?"
"Did I stutter?"
She shook her head. "No, you didn't." She rose from her chair and squared him up, though he was a fair amount taller than her. "You're asking me to have coffee with you."
"Yes."
"When?"
"Hogsmeade trip."
"Why?"
"Why not?" He shrugged. "As you've said, it's just coffee."
"Yes. But when Neville asked me, he asked me as a date. Is that what you're doing?"
He fidgeted nervously, glancing down at his perfectly manicured hands as if there could possibly be a speck of dirt underneath them. "You said you wanted to get to know me, right?" He glanced up at her, and then back down at his nails. They, apparently, were very interesting. "Well, here's your opportunity."
Hermione had never heard such a terrible proposal for a date in her entire life. "Oh, gee. Thank you, Lord Malfoy, for bestowing your good graces upon us small folk and humbling us with your time. We should all be privy to thank you for the time you allot us with your presence."
He smirked. "Quippy."
"Not interested." She crossed her arms.
Draco frowned. "What? Why not?"
"Because that was by far the worst attempt I've ever heard to ask a woman on a proper date."
"Is that what you want from me? A proper date?" He flexed his fingers, turning his hand this way and that as he stared at it. It was a great buffer from having to look Hermione square in the eyes. "Because you have an odd way of showing it." How had he managed to turn the tables on her already?
"Excuse me?"
"You're irritating," he told her, finally mustering the courage to caress his eyes over her face. "You are stubborn, insufferable, and you don't give a damn what anyone else has to say if they disagree with you. You think that your way is the only way, and everyone else can shove it up their arse. You nitpicked Potter and Weasley all through school. I think you get off on telling others what to do."
"Hmm, are you sure you're not describing yourself?"
"See?" He stepped forward, thrusting himself into her personal space, nose to nose with her. "You always have to feel like you're in control of the situation, and you hate losing." His eyes searched hers, though for what she didn't know. His hands were fisted down at his sides, but his lips were drawing ever closer, his breathing hitched, his shoulders sturdy and sure as he stood his ground against her. "And despite all of those things, I've still asked you for coffee. So if you're going to turn me down, you better have a damn good reason why. Because, frankly, anyone who's willing to put up with that oversized brain of yours deserves a goddamn medal."
Oh! Of all the intolerable things to come out of his mouth! "You want to know why I said no, Malfoy? Why I said yes to Neville and no to you?" She pressed the tip of her nose to his, eyes boring into his skull like two orb shaped drills. If she could, she'd use those eyes to lobotomize him, but as it were, all she could do was scowl. "Because Neville is a kind hearted soul who puts others before himself! He never used to tease me in school, or enlarge my teeth, or call me 'Mudblood'!" She shouted the xenophobic name at him as she pushed on his shoulder with one of her hands, knocking him slightly off balance, but not enough to make him fall away from his death stare against her. "Because I know that Neville isn't trying to goad a response out of me simply because he possesses the emotional shortcomings of a kettle pot! Because Neville Longbottom isn't afraid to say that he likes me! Not to me, or others, or even himself-!"
Warm lips crashed against hers, sending her stumbling back against her desk. Her tailbone hit the edge of the thick wood and sent a sting of pain up her spine, but it fell away in the shadow of the overdue, sexually electrified kiss that Draco Malfoy was bestowing upon her. His fingers instinctively found their place at the sides of her hips while his tongue ran along the skin of her lower lip, demanding entrance into her mouth. Hermione conceded almost at once; it was like she was an outsider watching it all unfold from a distance. Malfoy was kissing her, and she was kissing him back, and that tongue that she had long since craved sent heatwaves over her body as it collided with her own. He tasted of peppermints and chocolate, and it was heavenly. He brought one of his pale hands up to her cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb along her cheekbones as he slowed down the kiss to a mild jog. His eyes were closed, lost in the sensations just like she was. Their tongues stopped wrestling, finding a rhythm amongst themselves, dancing along the crevices of each other's mouths as if they had done this a hundred times. And perhaps they had in their dreams, but this was reality, and it was so much more rewarding.
Hermione tried to keep her hands down at her sides, and she managed only by gripping the bottom of his robes and holding on for dear life as she pulled him even closer to her. He stumbled forward, pressing his pelvis against hers as their kissing sped up, hungry for one another. Kissing Draco was like breathing into a paper bag; suffocating and calming all at once. The more she let herself be drawn in by his scent and taste and touch, the more she felt like she might lose her sense of control. It was thrilling and nerve-wracking like a roller coaster ride that had never been cleared for public use. This was uncharted territory, and it could go off the rails at any moment if she weren't careful.
Gently, she released his robes, becoming less of Hermione Granger, the ever prudent Healer/Teacher, and more of Hermione Granger, the sexual deviant who wanted nothing more than to slam Draco Malfoy down on top of her desk and ride him silly. Her hands slid up the muscles of his stomach (they were firm, she noted, beneath those suffocating robes), and up further to his chest, where they explored over his pectorals with ferocity. Draco's instincts got the better of him when she raked her nails down his shoulders with just enough pressure, and he rolled his hips, pressing his firm erection against her. Before Hermione knew what was happening, his hands found their way behind her to her ass cheeks and she was scooped up, prompting her to sit on top of her desk and wrap her legs around his hips. He released her ass, hands trailing intricate designs up and down the fabric against her back as he tenderly suckled at her lower lip.
"Umm… Professor Granger?" a timid voice asked from the doorway. Draco and Hermione both jumped at once, him pulling away from her in a fluster of red cheeks and wide eyes while she dropped her legs down off of his hips and turned her head to stare at one Lidia Penelope Cornelia as her hands gripped a slightly bent essay paper. "I… I can come back later…"
"Oh. Oh! No! Erm…" Hermione tried fan herself as she brought herself up to stand. Draco had taken to the wall, back pressed up against her blackboard and embarrassment besmirching his handsome face. She scrambled over to her student, shaking her head. "No, Miss Cornelia. I… I'm sorry for the unprofessional nature that you have found Professor Malfoy and I engaging in…"
Lidia glanced over to her Potions professor, then back to Hermione. "I did try to knock on the door before I came in."
"I believe you."
"Anyways." Lidia shook her head from her daze and held up the paper. "I was just going to turn in next week's assignment to get a jump on things, since I'm taking extra classes, you see…"
"Yes, well… that's very diligent of you, Miss Cornelia. Thank you." Hermione forced a smile and took the paper from Lidia. "Is there anything else?"
"No." Lidia's eyes fluttered over to the desk where she had caught her two teachers passionately grinding each other and she grinned. "So are you and Professor Malfoy an item now, or…?"
"An -An item?" Hermione squeaked out. She exchanged careful glances with Draco. "We're… still figuring that out."
"I see." Lidia's almond shaped eyes glistened back at her with humor. "I think you should take him up on that coffee, Professor Granger."
Draco's eyebrows twisted up in a concerned state. "Just how long were you standing outside of that door, Miss Cornelia?"
Lidia shrugged. "I won't say anything. In fact, I've forgotten it already." She grinned to both of her Professors and waved to them as she approached the door. "Have a goodnight, Professors!" She left them, and when the door clicked shut behind her both Draco and Hermione let out an anxious sigh of relief.
"That… was unexpected," Hermione laughed.
"Unexpected? The girl was practically a voyeur!" Draco threw his hand up into the air, and then rubbed his eyes. "Although, she was right about one thing."
"What's that?"
He smirked, meeting her gaze. "You should take me up on that coffee."
Rolling her eyes, Hermione chewed on the inside of her cheek, thinking. After what seemed like ages, she smiled. "Ask me properly, then."
"Hmm? What?"
"If you want me to have coffee with you, ask me like a proper gentleman."
Draco grimaced. "I never said I was a proper gentleman."
"No, but you did tell me you could be one, when the need arises. Well, here it is. Prove it."
With a close of his eyes, it looked as if he were having an internal struggle with himself on the subject of if it was worth it. Something won out, because he opened up his eyes again, stalked up to her, and in a low, guttural tone mumbled, "Hermione, would you like to have coffee with me on Valentine's Day?"
"Yes, Draco." She smiled. "I'd love to." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Right after my coffee with Neville."
"What?" His eyes narrowed. "You're still going on a date with that twat?"
"Of course I am. Did you think I was going to cancel on him just because you decided to work up the nerve to ask me on a date yourself? Looks like you have competition, Professor Malfoy."
"Hmph." He crossed his arms. "That's not competition. I'll mop the floor with his date, you just wait and see."
She patted his cheek. "Can't wait." Hermione sauntered back over to her desk, to a seat, and feigned a yawn. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Professor, I have some homework to grade." She picked up Draco's Sexual Preferences List and wagged it in the air between them.
Draco blushed, stalking to the door with a string of obscenities under his breath, but at the last moment he stopped before his hand touched the handle and said over his shoulder, "I like the way you call me 'Professor.'"
"Do you?"
"It's… quite a turn on."
"I'll be sure to remember that, Professor."
She watched as his shoulders tensed and his back went ridged. He shook his head, throwing himself from his urge to turn back around, and as he was leaving shouted, "Ten points to Gryffindor!"
Hermione doubled over on her desk, laughing hysterically.
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