a/n: Hi! This is my first freaking fanfiction for Harry Potter! And of course, it has to be Dramione. :D I used to write Bleach fanfic, so sorry to those who are subscribed to me. You might be getting useless chapter updates from Harry Potter. xD Anyway, I'm reallly excited about this fanfic!! I kind of was just thinking about it. And yeah! OMG. :D Okay, this chapter has NO SMUT. I will warn before I write it, just in case some people don't like to read it. BUT this story is probably going to be mainly M rated stuff, so I wouldn't recommend reading this if you don't like that kind of thing. xD Okay, this story's going to be in Hermione's and Draco's point of view. It'll be pretty obvious in what point of view it's in. xD Oh and as this is my first time writing a Harry Potter fanfic, I'm not all that familiar with British "slang" yet. The only ones I pretty much know are shag, snog, and arse. xD I'm pretty sure I know more since I've read LOADS of dramione, but I just don't remember it. D:

OH I TOTALLY FORGOT. If you want to see the dresses, then just go to my profile. :D

Okay, I need to stop blabbering. Have fun reading!

Disclaimer: umm...I WISH.

Music I listened to while writing this: All Time Low- Dear Maria Count Me In. Awesome song, listen to it. :D

Rating: M!

Story Name: Learning is Fun?

Chapter Name: Goal: Get Shagged

I, Hermione Granger, the brightest witch in all of Hogwarts history since Rowena Ravenclaw, am sitting in a bathroom stall crying to myself. And because of who? That bastard Ron F. Weasley.

Take a guess, everyone. Take a guess at what that "F" stands for. Franklin? Fred? WRONG. It stands for Fucking. That's right, Ron Fucking Weasley.

Ron F. Weasley dumped me. ME! Hermione Granger! Part of the Golden Trio! (Please exclude the fact that he was a part of it too.) How dare he? And because of what fucking stupid reason?

FLASHBACK

"Hey, Hermione." Ron said to me, looking down guility, his face bright red...as usual. Instantly, I knew something was wrong. Exasperatedly, I looked down at my watch. I had an important meeting to catch in around fifteen minutes! Our relationship has already been going downhill for awhile now, so I was definitely not in the mood to listen to one of his complaints again. In fact, I was planning to break it with him just today, at dinner.

Instead, he beat me to it.

"What?" I said, tapping my foot. "Spit it out, Ron. I have a meeting."

"See?! This is exactly the problem! You never have time to pay attention to ME!" Ron screamed. Well I must admit, I could have paid a little more attention to him, and me staring at a group of people pretty much having an orgy in public could do nothing except prove his point. But seriously, is he a teenage girl?! Is he even a man? Sometimes, I really doubt it.

"Ronald, can we talk about this sometime else? I seriously don't want to hear it right now." I said, not exactly looking at him, but at the aforementioned orgy group.

"No, Hermione. You listen to me right now. I don't want this relationship anymore. We don't do anything. And you won't even shag me! You're a virgin at 21, for fuck's sake!" Ron said, slowly getting louder and practically spitting the last part in my face. I cringed when he said the "V" word, and looked around, praying no one saw it. Of course, today was not exactly the greatest day of my life, so the orgy group had to hear every fucking word of Ron's "little" outburst, thus almost bursting out in laughter.

Note the sarcasm, please.

So in my rage, I had a little outburst of my own. Accordingly I said this to him, "Why would I want to shag an ape like you?"

Nice, huh? And with this, I gave him a little shove and walked past him, on the way to my meeting with the Ministry.

END FLASHBACK

And so, this is how we get the whole bathroom situation. Before anyone misunderstands, I am not crying because I am sad about Ron! Not in the least. He was an arsehole to me the whole way through. I am crying because he dumped and humiliated me! It was supposed to be the other way around! But of course, being the kind person I am, I was about to break up with him when we were alone. Definitely not outside on the street, with a group that contained two gorgeous males that could probably steal the title of "Slytherin Sex God" away from Draco Malfoy.

But I guess the whole virginity thing at twenty-one years of age might have been a turnoff. They probably think I have some weird unecessary body part that made me unattractive with my clothes off. However, I could tell they were surprised. I look hot now, if I may say so myself. I mean, I look totally different than the Hogwarts me. Even Draco Malfoy might have a little twitch in the lower parts if he saw me now. Hah, to all men and their shallow minds!

But anyway, back to the description. Everyone knows I used to have this revolting hair that was so bushy, birds could make nests in it. Yeah, it was that bad. Though it's not sleek straight now, it is tamed. The bushiness has instead transformed into curls. Nice curls, or ringlets. Whatever sounds better. Of course, this whole transformation took some effort. I made this super complicated-- and permanent-- potion that made my old hair look like...well my new hair. But anyway, I think it might be the second most useful potion yet. First is Verisatum, obviously. I mean, it's seriously so easy to slip some of Verisatum into someone's drink and make them tell all of there deepest, darkest secrets.

(Insert evil laugh here)

Enough about the hair. I've already had to describe to the millions of people who came up to me and said, "Hermione Granger? You look so different. Your hair definitely...changed." And after that last sentence, they would give me a smile, totally trying to cover up the insult embedded into those words.

Okay, now it's onto my figure. Believe me, over the two or three years out of Hogwarts, I didn't automatically grow humongous boobs and wide, supple hips. In fact, I am very slim, bordering on skinny. I am a small 5' 3", with pretty much everyone towering over me. My breasts are also relatively small, ranking in only at a 34B. And my hips are well just normal. I don't look like a stick but I most definitely don't look like an hourglass. My waist is tiny, though. So I guess I do kind of have an hourglass figure. Just a very narrow hourglass. I think the time my hourglass figure would measure is probably, at maximum, a day, while other women can probably measure up to a week.

I think too much to myself, don't I?

And my clothes. Ohh, my clothes. Well, let's just say they changed quite a bit. When I applied for a job at the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, to furthur develop my S.P.E.W. campaign, I was still dressed in my old clothes. i.e. a turtleneck with a ankle length black skirt.

I shudder just thinking about it.

I got the job, though. (Duh, who wouldn't want Hermione Granger to work for them?) So, when I entered the office, my fellow coworkers stared at me for around a second. After that quick second, they all rushed at me. I must admit, I was pretty scared for a moment there. And I had to right to be so. They instantly started picking at my clothes, and murmuring about how my clothes were pretty much...repulsive. And of course, being the baby of the group at nineteen, they took me into their arms (literally and figuratively), and took me on a "little" shopping trip.

Which is where I pretty much got all of my clothes that are currently acceptable to wear out in public. That's right! Hermione Jean Granger owns more than two pairs of high heels!

Please, close your mouths. It's a little rude.

But, anyway. So after I had my meeting with my fellow subordinates, (I rise up the ranks pretty fast), I pretty much sprinted to the bathroom to just let everything out. And now, I must say.

I feel good.

Like really good. I feel like I can do whatever I want. And the first thing I need to do? Yup, I need to lose my virginity.

But, there are three reasons that I can't accomplish my goal at the moment.

1. I have absolutely no idea of what to do in sex.

2. I want someone who I actually know and I need to actually be able to fuck him. In other words, he needs to be hot.

3. I HAVE NO EXPERIENCE IN SEX WHATSOEVER! I just wanted to emphasize #1 a little more.

I mean, I really don't want to make an complete, utter fool of myself. So obviously, I need a hot guy who's willing to teach me, and he needs to be someone I know.

What should I do now? Duh, call Ginny.

When I called Ginny and told her my plan, she freaked.

In a good way, I guess.

When I told her Ron broke up with me, she freaked.

Not exactly in a good way.

Not only did she swear many wizard swears I've never even heard before, she also made some super scary threats. For example, ripping his balls off and shrinking his "manhood."

Eek.

But Ginny has been wanted to rid me of my virginity for years. So she's really glad she can help. Of course, Ginny being Ginny can only think of one way for me to meet hot guys. And that is obviously, a club.

Seriously, everytime I come to Ginny for a problem, she always brings me to a club to "solve it." Sometimes I think she just needs an excuse to drag me with her.

I, however, hate clubs and admantly refused.

"Ginny, no way am I going to go to another club with you. Last time, you just ran off with some guy, most likely shagging in some bathroom, and I was just sitting there awkwardly. A creepy guy with tattoos all over even bought me a drink!"

"Hermioneee, I promise I'll stay with you this time. And last time, no one paid any attention to you because you wore your work clothes! Who would ask you out if you're all serious? This time, we're going to dress you up and dazzle everyone on the dance floor. Anyway, I'm planning to take us to this new club that's already really popular. It's called Luxe, and it sounds awesome! Come with me, please?" Ginny said, looking at me with her huge, green eyes.

Man, I never knew it, but Ginny can be really persuasive sometimes. And she has done many things for me...I guess I can do this one for her.

"Okay," I laughed as she squealed. "but it better be fun!"

"Oh it will, I promise. And what better place to meet guys than a club?" Ginny said, smiling.

That's what Ginny says to everything.

"What better place to vent anger from Ron than a club?"

"What better place to not feel guilty from recently firing someone than a club?"

Ugh. I give her a little face as she says that, and we both laugh, hugging each other.

"Okay, now is 4:30! We should be getting ready soon! No, more like now! Come on, you first!" Ginny cried, her eyes already sparkling with excitement.

I groan as she pushes me toward my room and closet. Should I really have agreed to this?

"Okay, I'm done! You can see yourself now!" Ginny said, spinning me around in my chair.

I blink a couple of times before I register that the person in the mirror is actually me. I mean, my everyday makeup consists of foundation, blush, and occassionly lipstick. That's it.

And Ginny has taken me to clubs before. She just has never done this much to me before.

My skin looked absolutely flawless. The blush made me look alive, and the highlights and contours made me look like I have cheekbones. Amazing cheekbones. My eyes were absolutely smoldering. It was a smoky brown with black liquid liner and mascara. My eyes looked ten times bigger. My lips were already pretty full before, but with the red lipgloss, my lips looked...pouty.

"Oh my god, Gin. My lips look like Angelina Jolie." I said, using my limited knowledge on American media. However this comment didn't effect Ginny at all. She just bustled around still tweaking my hair.

Yeah, my hair. My curls were messy and it looked hot. It looked sexified. I was gaping at myself in the mirror, turning my head this way and that to see the different angles of me.

"Hermione, you look so great. Just wait a second, I need to get ready." Ginny said, running back to change and to get her makeup done.

When she walked back, she said, striking a pose, "How do I look, Hermione?"

"Holy shit, Ginny, you look absolutely amazing. And oh my god, your dress?!" Her green dress complemented her very well. It made her red hair look even redder and her green eyes pop. But that was definitely not the part I was oh my godding at. Her dress cut down to the bottom of the navel, leaving very little to imagination. Luckily, it was tight, so nothing was in trouble of falling out. Hopefully.

But knowing Ginny, they would probably be falling out tonight anyway.

"I know, don't you love it? Oh, have you even seen your dress? It looks so sexy!" Ginny said eyeing the dress I totally forgot about. I guess I was too caught up in my face to look down. I hurried to the mirror, praying that Ginny chose something a little less revealing than hers. I was happy with what I got. It was short and tight, but it covered mostly everything that could be provacative. However, it was still sexy. It was bright red, which matched my skin tone very well, and I looked good in it. Amazing, even. I felt confident. I wanted to get shagged.

Tonight.

"Okay, Ginny! Let's go!" I said to her, my enthusiasm increasing.

"Ahh! I'm so excited!" She squealed as she hung on my arm.

Okay, Hermione. You have a goal you need to accomplish.

My Goal:

To get shagged.

a/n2: I know, please not another super goddily long author's note!! By the way, I make up really weird adjectives sometimes. xD But anyway, hope you guys liked it. Hermione might be a little OOC, because this is her POV and I expect it to be a little different than what she shows on the outside. xD

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