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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A *huge* shout out to my awesome and dear friend WayMay for her proofing this chapter for me! She cracks me up and keeps me on my toes! We make a fine pair of friends indeed, so please give her love in your review (if you happen to leave one). -On the subject of reviews, your reviews have cracked me up well into the night and next day following my posts. If anything, the reason why I try to update so often is to read the hilarious reviews that pop up in my emails. Again, thank you LightofEvolution for this plot bunny that you've let me run wild across the halls of Hogwarts with. We're having a heck of a time finding ourselves within this story. *hearts*
~A.
Who I am hates who I've been
And who I am will take the second chance you gave me.
Who I am hates who I've been
'cause who I've been only ever made me...
So sorry for the person I became.
So sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.
"Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" by Relient K
The day of the February Hogsmeade trip was quickly approaching, and Hermione had never felt so daunted by a date in nearly her entire life (aside from her exams as a student). Luckily for both her and Professor Malfoy, Lidia Penelope Cornelia had, indeed, kept her mouth shut, which alleviated the fear in Hermione's heart when she approached Neville the day before the Hogsmeade trip to tell him that his date would not be the only one in the works Saturday.
"Hello Neville," she said warmly as she approached the breakfast table Friday morning. Professor Malfoy was nowhere to be seen, so she took this as a sign that this would certainly be the moment she could confess her double date. Neville glanced up from his strawberry muffin doused in honey glaze and waved his hand gleefully.
"Allo, Hermione!" He sat up a bit straighter, and pulled the chair out to his right for her to take a seat. She did, and she even let him set a couple of pieces of toast on her plate. "How are the lessons going?"
"They're great," she replied, taking a sip of some milk from her goblet. "Erm… Neville… I have a confession to make."
"You're going on a date with Malfoy tomorrow," he nodded, causing Hermione to choke on her milk and spit it back into her goblet. She patted her chest, trying to clear the milk from the wrong passage, and a firm hand came up from behind her and patted her between the shoulder blades. Neville continued to pat until she could breathe again.
"Y-You knew?" She choked out at once, a crinkle between her eyebrows.
"I've known for over a week. Honestly, I was wondering if you were going to tell me at all."
"Who told you?"
"Who do you think?"
As if he were cued to perform on stage, Professor Malfoy walked through the double doors and approached the Professors table with a smug smirk on his face. He exchanged a nod of the head with Neville and took a seat next to him.
"You told Neville?" Hermione leaned over the table and careened her head in the direction of Draco. He flickered his eyes up from his plate and over to her, Neville between them.
"You didn't?"
"I was in the process of telling him right now."
"He's right here, you know," mumbled Neville.
Draco ignored him. "Waiting till the day before the date? Bad form." He tisked.
"No, what's bad form is not letting me handle my own affairs."
"It's not just your affair, is it? It takes two to date, Professor."
"He's got a point," said Neville.
Hermione sat up straight and glared at both men. "Just whose side are you two on?"
"Which ever pisses you off more," smirked Draco.
"I'm not on anyone's side, Hermione," said Neville, "But Malfoy has a point. You shouldn't have waited so long to discuss it. We're all adults here. The only thing I don't understand is why you'd want to date someone like him."
"Ooh, kitty's got claws…" Draco chuckled.
"Was that a… a… pu-pu-"
"Yes, Longbottom. I called you a pussy. What is it you say, Granger? Fear of a word…?" He rose an eyebrow between the two suggestively.
"Do you really want to date that idiot?" Neville motioned his thumb over to Malfoy.
"Frankly, I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't date either of you if this is how you treat men you're jealous of."
"I'm not jealous!" They shouted in unison.
A few chairs away, Professor Flitwick leaned over to Professor Trelawney and said in a hushed tone, "My bet is on Professor Longbottom. Any bets, Sybill?"
Trelawney acted as if she had seen a great premonition, nodded, and said, "I'll take you up on that wager, Filius. Professor Malfoy's aura is heavy with resolve."
Flitwick rolled his eyes, but shook her hand anyways. "The bet is on then."
"Ah… young love… and hormones."
Obnoxious floating magical holograms of hearts floated down every hallway Draco came across on the morning of Valentine's Day. He couldn't avoid running smack dab into a few on his way towards the front doors and bursting them into puffs of sweet smelling smoke with his face or shoulder. It made him irritated to see the couples paired off in the hallways, as if their hormonal trysts might last for a lifetime. Hah. As if. In a few months, they'd all be sick of each other and onto humping the next pretty body they came across… Speaking of pretty bodies, Hermione took his breath away when he spotted her up by the front doors chatting away with stupid Longbottom. Gone were her stuffy work robes as she adorned a simple yet tasteful red pleated skirt and black button up blouse. The weather had shifted dramatically since the last Hogsmeade trip, and it was rather sunny outside, giving her the excuse to wear the tempting outfit. Longbottom was underdressed in khaki trousers and a long sleeved polo. It made Draco feel rather impressed with his usual attire of button up/ vest combo that was tailored to fit his body in all the right ways. Once he realized he was assessing everyone's attire, he instantly felt irritated with himself; Granger wasn't raised to scrutinize a person's appearance the way he had been, so she wouldn't care what he wore as long as it was with a smile and a cheery disposition. It was all so strange, knowing he was going on a date with someone who really could give a skrewt's ass what he wore. Strange and satisfying.
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun. "Professors," he said, bowing ever so slightly in Hermione's direction; a courting ritual from his old habits that he couldn't shake no matter how much he tried. He purposefully scanned his eyes over Longbottom's hideous attire and smirked. "Going to a polo match today, Longbottom?"
Neville ignored his comment, instead commenting on Hermione's attire. "You look beautiful, Professor Granger."
"Oh. Thank you, Neville." Hermione blushed, looking down to her roster of children's names. "It's one of the only nice outfits I packed."
"Well, it suits you."
"Hmph." Draco scoffed. "She could wear a brown paper bag, and it would look brilliant on her."
"Thank you, Professor Malfoy." Hermione patted him on the shoulder. "Oh dear."
"What?"
"I do believe you look a bit green." She gave him a small wink before sauntering off to check off students from her list as they prepared to set out, leaving Draco all alone next to Neville Longbottom.
"So what's your game?" Neville asked after a time, crossing his arms curtly.
Draco's response included a shrug and a wiggle of his eyebrows as he replied, "Well, I'm not going to give you a play-by-play of my evening, Longbottom. I have half a mind to know it'll be better than anything you plan to dish out."
"No, I meant, why did you ask her out?" He narrowed his eyes. "If this is all some sick joke to you-"
"The only thing that's a joke is your scuffed up shoes," Draco sneered.
"So, you actually like Hermione?"
"I asked her on a date, didn't I?"
"As a ruse to get back at me for pranking you with that stink bomb in your classroom last semester."
"That was you?" Draco had to fight back the urge to hex Longbottom here and now. He inhaled deeply, reminding himself that this was one of the most romantic holidays of the year, and he planned on getting into Granger's pants and/or mind somehow by the end of the day today. It was the only way to smooth over the anger he felt as he said, "Though I do attest that I was raised to think muggleborns are beneath me, Granger has a way of… making me forget about it. No, Longbottom. Don't flatter yourself into thinking that my asking Hermione out on a date has anything to do with you. If we're being quite frank, I'd rather you not be in the picture at all, but here we are."
"Yeah…." Neville nodded. "Here we are… And I asked her first."
"What are you? Five?" Draco crossed his arms. He briefly got a very unnerving thought; what if she were doing things with Longbottom too? Surely, Granger wasn't a slut. No… "Just out of curiosity, did she give you a list too?"
"List?" Neville scrunched his face up in confusion. "You mean the roster for the students?"
Draco smirked, his curiosity thoroughly satisfied.
"Miss Cornelia, might I have a moment?" Hermione asked as she took to the path to Hogsmeade with her students. Draco was up ahead, talking to one of his seventh year students about Quidditch, and Neville was somewhere behind, having a conversation with the Herbology club. Lidia Cornelia slowed her pace and hung back with her professor, away from the throng of students.
"Yes, Professor?"
Hermione smiled and whispered as they walked, "I just wanted to thank you about your discretion on the matter of last week…"
"Think nothing of it." Lidia smiled. "If I'm being quite honest with you, Professor, I look up to you a bit. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with the Headmistress, so I won't say a word."
"That's quite kind of you."
"May I ask you a question?"
"You may."
Hermione half expected it to be something pertaining to her and Draco or even her and Neville, but instead Miss Cornelia tugged on one of her pigtails and glanced up ahead, to where her desk partner Liam was laughing with a few of his mates. "How do I get a boy to notice me?"
She had to blink twice, as if it would help her better understand the question. But when it hit her that Lidia was asking her for advice, she smiled warmly and placed an arm around her. "By being yourself, Miss Cornelia."
"But what if who I am isn't someone that a boy likes?"
"Well, then he doesn't deserve you at all."
"How did you manage to get Professor Malfoy's attention?"
Hermione thought long and hard before she answered. "Truthfully, I have no idea. He and I live on different planes of being; he's a Pureblood aristocrat, and I… well, I'm just an educative, book-loving, free spirit."
"So am I." Lidia glanced up to Hermione, her blue eyes glistening with innocence and a smidgen of sadness. "But you're so pretty, Professor. How do I even begin to try to get a boy to notice me when I'm so… me?"
"Lidia…" Hermione stopped her walking, and her student fell in time, halting beside her. "You are a beautiful young lady. Don't let anyone ever tell you differently. If I had been half as pretty as you when I was your age, I would have been beating the boys off with a stick. It's just about how you carry yourself. For example." She plucked her wand from her back pocket and gave it a wave, undoing Lidia's pigtails and fluffing out her hair so that it framed her face in just the right way. "Oh, you look ever so much more confident. Now you'll have to beat the boys off with a stick -or better yet your wand. You know, my best friend Ginny is a whiz at a Bat Bogey Hex. I could teach it to you…"
Lidia giggled loudly, capturing the attention of a few people in front of them. Hermione saw Liam turn around, looking for his partner, and when his eyes fell on the unobservant girl they glazed over. Oh yes. Lidia was going to have a very nice Valentine's Day, indeed.
Hermione's date with Neville was rather adorable, trying out the new coffee shop just on the East end of Hogsmeade. There was a sample station set up with an array of serve-yourself one shot foam cups to try different brews that tasted of holiday flavors such as peppermint, pumpkin pie, and vanilla cake. About halfway through testing each flavor, they had to switch to decaf to prevent them from jumping out of their own skins. Neville was quite courteous, paying for everything and wiping the bit of froth off of Hermione's lip when she tried a butterbeer flavored brew. A few of the students (the ones that didn't have anything better to do) sat in the corner of the shop, giggling as they watched their Professors.
"Ignore them," Neville said when he caught Hermione's eyes glancing over to a group of sixth year Slytherin boys who were making kissy faces in their general direction. "For all you know, Malfoy could have sent them on a reconnaissance-search-and-destroy mission."
"You don't think he'd go so far, do you?" Hermione asked, shaking her head.
"Who knows? It's Malfoy."
"Fair point."
They both laughed, taking down a swig of their jelly-bean flavored coffee that had a purple hue to it. It was rather sweet for Hermione's taste, but Neville went so far as to order himself a full cup, coming back with a hot chocolate for her. They smiled at one another, sipping in silence, every now and then laughing awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Finally, Neville broke the ice.
"So, I want to thank you."
"For?"
"For going out with me today." He grinned at her. "I know that it was odd, me asking you for a date on Valentine's Day. But really, I hate being alone on it, and I'd rather spend it with some… someone beautiful like you, anyways." He dipped his eyes down to the ground. "I want you to know that even if you never go on another date with me, this was definitely worth it."
Hermione couldn't help it; she reached out her hand across the table and clasped it around his. "Neville, that is quite literally one of the sweetest things anyone has ever told me."
He grinned sheepishly, flickering his eyes back to hers. "W-Well, it's true."
"Neville? Hermione? Put a broomstick up my bum and call me Professor Snape, is that you?" A feminine voice squealed as the doors to the coffee shop burst open. Ginny Weasley burst in, hands thick with shopping bags. She ran straight up to them and threw her bags down before grabbing up both of them at the same time and hugging them ferociously. "Oh, it is you!"
"Ginny!" Hermione laughed, nearly spilling her cup as she swung her arm around her best friend. "So good to see you!"
"Yeah!" Neville piped in. "Wonderful to see you, Gin!"
Ginny pulled away, grinning between the two. "I was just doing a bit of lingerie shopping for… well, for Harry this evening, and I saw you two through the window and I just… oh, it's so good to see you two again!" She threw her arms around them once more, suffocating the life out of her friends. She flicked her wand towards a vacant chair, willed it over to their table, and took a seat between them. "Hogsmeade trip, then?"
"Yup." Neville smiled to her. "Want some coffee, Gin?"
"Oh. No thank you, Neville. Very kind to ask, though." She looked between them and smirked. "Wait… are you two on a date right now?"
Hermione felt her cheeks darken with blood, and for some reason, it was very hard to answer Ginny. Because, even though this was a date, admitting it out loud to her friend felt… obscure. Why was she so afraid to admit that she was on a date with Neville? How odd.
"I asked Hermione to accompany me for coffee," Neville offered, "And she said yes."
"Well, I'd hate to interrupt the moment." Ginny grinned, standing up. "I'll write you both tomorrow, I promise, and we should all get lunch on the weekend soon." She gasped, as if remembering something, and added, "Just so you both are aware, Ron is in Hogsmeade today too. In case you two weren't planning on coming out to anyone yet."
Hermione frowned. "One, you found us having coffee, Gin. Not procreating out in the square. And two, who gives a flying turnip what Ron thinks? I know I don't."
"Right, well, just trying to warn you," Ginny said seriously, giving her friend one final hug before blowing them both a kiss and leaving the shop. Hermione took a sip from her drinking while Neville stared at her.
"Everything alright?" she asked him.
"Just wondering what Ron's doing in Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day is all," Neville replied quietly.
"Well, if Ginny is here that probably means Harry is too. I wouldn't worry too much about it, Neville. Honestly. And so what if Ron sees us together? He has no say in what I do or who I go out with."
"Right…" Neville's eyes fell into his cuppa. "Speaking of which, shouldn't you be on your date with Malfoy right about now?"
"Hmm?" Hermione glanced up at the clock hanging above the counter and gasped. Was it five in the evening already? "Time went by quick, didn't it?"
"Always does when you're having fun." His face lit up in a smile. "I hope your date with him is rotten, you know."
Hermione laughed and shoved Neville playfully in the shoulder as she stood. "I'll see you this evening, then?"
Neville nodded, stood as well, and kissed her cheek. "Have fun, 'Mione."
"You too."
She left the shop and took off West, in the direction of the Square. She found Draco about ten minutes later, lying across at the edge of the fountain in the middle of the Plaza, nose buried deep in a book. How peculiar. She didn't know he read in his spare time. I suppose it makes sense. He's an intelligent bloke. He caught sight of her as she approached, slipping the book up to his chest and smirking at her.
"Have a nice playdate with the man-child?"
"Neville was quite a gentleman," she replied, taking a seat next to his head. Malfoy scooted back, resting his blonde head in her lap. "How was your afternoon alone?"
"Who said I was alone?" His gray eyes glistened up at her. She had to admit, the notion of having his head cradled on her thighs was quite adorable.
"Were you with someone?"
"No."
"Then you were alone."
"Hardly." He waved the book at her and gave a stretch, sitting upright. Hermione plucked the book out of his hand and scanned her eyes across the title: The Tale of Bartholomeus: Dragon Rider. "You're never quite alone when you've got a good book."
The faintest smile traced the edges of her lips. "Indeed. -So this is what you've been doing with your free time this afternoon?"
"Well, first, I had a look around," he told her, "Canvassed a few shops to plan out our evening. Once I did that, I purchased this book and here I am."
"You're nearly halfway done!" She exclaimed, impressed, as she found the page he was on with its page corner tucked like a doggy ear. "You really shouldn't bend the pages. It's bad for the books."
"They're inanimate objects, Granger." He jostled her in the shoulder with his own. "They can't feel."
"Yes, but you should take better care of them."
"So buy me a bookmark and I'll use it."
"Purchase your own bookmark. You're supposed to be wooing me, or don't you recall?"
He smirked. "Oh, no. I remember." He stood up, offering his hand out. "Come on."
"Do you think we might skip the coffee?" she asked as she took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. "I think I've just about coffee'd myself out for the next month."
He shook his head, a devious chuckle barreling out of his throat. "I think you're going to enjoy the coffee I have in mind, Hermione." She raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged. "Trust me." His hand still in hers (not that she was entirely complaining), she let him lead her down past a fair amount of coffee and tea shops and to a corner alley, where a ladder was leaned precariously up the side of Zonko's Joke Shop. Hermione glanced around the alleyway, back towards the bustling crowds of students and loving couples and then in front of her to Draco.
"What are we doing back here, exactly?"
"We're about to go on our date, of course." He motioned to the ladder. "Up you go."
"Up?" She squeaked. "You mean for us to climb up on the roof?"
"Oh, don't tell me you're afraid of breaking a few rules," he chided, stepping close to her. "If I do recall, you and your little school chums were always so eager to break curfew."
Hermione smiled, recalling the first time Malfoy had caught her, Harry, and Ron sneaking off to Hagrid's their first year. "You also broke curfew a few times."
"Only to make sure you lot weren't causing mischief."
"Sure, Draco." Hermione laughed, stepping around him to the ladder. "Whatever you say." She decided 'what the Hell?' and passed his book back to him before climbing up the ladder. Draco went and braced it at the bottom, glancing at her rear the entire time she climbed until she was up over the edge of the roof. Zonko's had a somewhat stationary roof compared to the exaggerated slants of the others, and it made a perfect hideaway where Draco had spread out a plush looking quilt embroidered with the Hogwarts Sigil and motto, 'Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus' (Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon). Set to the side of the quilt were two brown bags from Honeydukes, and a small, unopened basket. Hermione was impressed; had Draco Malfoy really gone through all of this on her behalf?
"I thought you said there'd be coffee," she jeered as he climbed up the roof next to her and they both shifted onto the quilt. Draco laughed to himself, fishing out something from the top of one of the Honeydukes bags before tossing it into her lap. Hermione picked it up and observed it to be a chocolate drizzled truffle. "I love truffles." She popped it into her mouth and a blast of coffee flavor tickled her tongue. Her eyes went wide, and she saw the satisfaction spread across Draco's face as he himself popped one into his mouth. They both enjoyed their truffle, neither of them saying much until they were done, to which Hermione said, "I have to give it to you. That was rather sly."
"I put the sly in Slytherin," he teased, laying down across the blanket and tugging her down to fit into the crook of his arm. Hermione felt the rush of heat from his side as he tucked her in closer, arm around her shoulders, hand stroking up and down her arm with gentle ease. His free hand reached up, pulled a few more truffles from the bag, and set them on his chest for them to split. From this view, Hermione could look up at the fluffy white clouds circling Hogsmeade and could smell the different scents of the shops below. There was the distinct smell of corndog somewhere in the mix, but she was sure that she wouldn't find any in this magical place. They were a muggle food, after all.
Draco put a truffle to her lips, and Hermione bit into it, taking about half into her mouth before he pulled it away and finished off the other half. For a first date, things were going rather swimmingly. Hermione didn't know why she suddenly felt so at ease with him, looking up at the sky without that useless small talk that got you nowhere. He had managed to skip all of that in one go, opting for the snuggling bit (which Hermione wasn't going to complain about.) She supposed it did make sense. They had already shared an intimate moment that night in her bedroom when she had put her lips around his most private of areas… they could skip all that unnecessary bit of 'how much does this person like me' -because, deep down, they both knew that they were attracted to one another.
"This is wonderful," she whispered to him, leaning her cheek against his chest while she glanced up to his face. Draco tilted his head down in her direction, the roof slanting them in just the right way.
"Told you I'd dance circles around Longbottom's date." His fingers still slid up and down her arm, but a bit more slowly then, like he was memorizing every detail of her skin beneath his fingertips. It was a small gesture, but it made her ears burn and her stomach flip. Draco was quiet for a time before he spoke again. "Are you comfortable?"
"Quite."
"Hmm." He reached up to the other bag, fumbling around without seeing as he pulled out a set of heart shaped cookies wrapped in a paper box.
"You have a sweet tooth," she noted.
"What can I say? I love sugar." Together, him and Hermione opened the box and fed each other cookie after cookie, laughing when crumbs would fall on their face or the cookie broke apart in their hands. They broke into the basket, pulling out drinks to quench their thirst. Even though it was such a refreshing experience being around someone without having to make the idle small talk, she still wanted to know more about Draco Malfoy. So when they had finished the entire box, she leaned up on her elbow and grinned at him.
"Tell me more about your pureblood traditions."
His eyes were gentle -more gentle than she had ever recalled them. It was like she had finally hurdled over that wall separating him from being just like everyone else; human and vulnerable. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," she said. "How do purebloods court one another? What are the rules? How did your parents bring up the birds and the bees to you?"
"The birds and the what-what?"
"Sex."
"Oh." He smirked. "You mean the hippogriffs and the dragons."
"Tell me that you just made that up."
"I wouldn't lie about something as terrible as that phrase." He sat up on his elbow too, turning to face her. "I don't remember exactly how old I was when they brought it up to me. I do, however, recall it was after accidentally walking in on them when they were going at it like banshees."
Hermione winced. "Perhaps that's too much detail."
"Believe me, that's nothing compared to what I walked in on. It's still engrained in the back of my skull." With a subtle skill known only to those who procured from Slytherin, he snaked his arm around the top of her hip and rested his hand along the sway in her back. "Anyways, my Father pulled me into his study the next day and told me that," he put on his best impersonation of his Father, exaggerating the lull in which he spoke, "When a man loves a woman, he must find ways of showing his affections in such a way that would bring about her satisfaction."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"That's a horrible way of explaining sex!" She threw her head back laughing, and Draco took the opportunity to pull her closer, flesh up against him. Her laughter died away, and when she brought her head forward again she was nose to nose with him. "Well, it's no wonder you're so determined to destroy my curriculum. I'm surprised you even lost your virginity at all."
"Really? Have you seen me?" He brushed his lips against hers, drawing out the moment. "When someone looks the way I do, do you honestly believe that there wouldn't be woman after woman throwing themselves at the chance to besmirch my innocence?"
"Is that what happened, then?"
His teeth came out and nipped at her lower lip seductively. "Professor Granger, are you asking me how I popped my first cherry?"
Her heart slammed in her ears, but Hermione kept a cool head as she dipped her tongue out and stroked it across his lips. Draco hissed a frustrated breath, but kept himself from forcing them into a heated kiss.
"We were both Prefects," he continued. "You remember the pool sized baths they had in those bathrooms?"
Hermione's eyes went wide, and she drew her face away from his for a moment. "Are you saying you lost your virginity in the Prefect's bathroom? To whom?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "To the only other Slytherin Prefect there was. Keep up."
"Pansy Parkinson?" Hermione grimaced. "You tossed it off to Pansy Parkinson?"
"Well, she looked good naked," he shrugged. "I didn't care much about her face. I was fifteen years old- cut me a bit of slack. If it makes you feel any better, she wasn't all that great."
"That didn't make me feel better at all, actually."
"Now look who's turning green," he smirked, pulling her closer yet again and bestowing a very attentive kiss to her lips. "If you want, I can pretend that the entire ordeal never happened. Born again virgin. Take me, Granger." He threw himself dramatically back and sniggered into his sleeve. Hermione burst out into a fit of laughter, smacking him hard on the chest. Draco continued to laugh, even adding, "B-But promise you'll… ahaha…be gentle!" She pinched him hard in the side, and he yipped, sitting upright. "Hey! That's not nice."
"I never promised to be gentle," she winked, poking him. Draco flinched -was he ticklish? Oh, this was brilliant! She started to poke and prod him, watching him squirm as he scowled between bouts of laughter. Soon, he retaliated, his fingers digging into her sides mercilessly. Hermione screamed, bursting into laughter as she threw her face into his chest. "I concede! Haha! I concede!"
"What was that?" He chided, "Can't hear you!"
"I concede!" she shouted.
"Damn right you do." He snaked his hands around her and pulled her on top of him, caressing her neck with the soft feel of his lips as he planted kiss after tender kiss. "Say it."
Hermione was lost in the sensation, and had to whisper to get anything out. "Say what?"
"Say I win."
"I win."
He nipped her harshly right underneath the curve of her jaw. "Now, now. No one told you to get cheeky." One of his hands slid down, down, down until it rested just at the hem of her pleated skirt. "You're welcome to tell me no if you don't want me to," he said as his fingers caressed the outer part of her thigh. "But I'd very much like to return the favor for the other night…"
Her eyes trailed over his face, searching for any dubious intents, and upon finding none, she asked herself a very serious question: did she want to consciously let Draco Malfoy into her knickers? Was she ready to take that step? On a roof? On Valentine's Day?
"If I said not right now," she asked quietly, averting her gaze, "Would this be enough?"
"If you're asking me if I'd be content with simply making out," he answered her, slipping his hand out from under her skirt to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, "I'd like to remind you that aside from a one night stand, I've been perfectly content with just my hand this last year. I could wait a bit longer… I get this nagging feeling the wait would be worth it." He gave her a smirk and a deviant wink.
Relief rippled in her stomach, and she nodded. "I can attest that it would be."
He released her then, allowing her to roll onto her back and snuggle into his side again. They attempted to eat the rest of the bag of sweets until their stomachs ached and their blood coursed through them in a sugar-induced high. Occasionally, they'd banter, but ultimately they basked in the evening sun and reveled in the fact that two Hogwarts Professors, who once detested each other, could share a Valentine's Day together and enjoy it immensely.
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