I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter One:

This is a complete and utter waste of time. As if we don't all already know how babies are made and understand the mechanics of sex. There are more important things to be worried about. Dumbledore was chased out of the castle and who knows what will be next!

"Oy, Granger! Is this your first time ever hearing about the birds and the bees?" Draco sneered at me. I just rolled my eyes and ignored him. I'm not going to dignify him with a response. He doesn't deserve it. He isn't worth my time. "I bet you've never even seen a naked wizard before; have you?" He taunted me. I stayed quiet. Did it really matter that I haven't? I'm a muggle-born, not an idiot.

"Shove off, Malfoy." Ron spoke up, walking into the room." Draco just smirked, clearly amused with himself.

"I didn't think she would be so sensitive. I knew she was a prude, but I didn't think that your little mudblood was a virgin, too." Malfoy snorted, beside himself with laughter.

"Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you." Harry shot at him. The rumors were already out. Everyone know that Harry had started the DA and that he was the best of us. Either way, it made Malfoy shut up.

"I'm sorry I'm late, class. Umbridge has made it her mission in life to disrupt as many classes as possible and make my life even harder, the twit." McGonagall said the last bit under her breath. She's probably the only person who could get away with it, too. She's the only professor that everyone is legitimately afraid of. We all know her capabilities. I would never want to be on her bad side. "Personally, I believe that this class is a waste of time. We have far more pressing issues at hand, however, it is now mandatory. Let's get through this as quickly and painlessly as possible, shall we?"

True to her word, we sped through the information and had completed much more than we should have during our first class. My head hurt and my eyes were heavy. I'm exhausted. I haven't been sleeping. I don't have the time. If I don't keep up with our notes and classes, the three of us would fail. I can't have that. We're no use to anyone without our educations.

"Hermione, why don't you go rest. I can do these assignments. I took notes. And you've been supporting us all year." Harry offered. My ears perked up and I looked at him hopefully. Did he really mean it?

"Harry, are you sure?" I asked him, quietly.

"Of course, I'm sure. Go. You never complain, but we can both tell that you're worn out. You've been running ragged." He reassured me. I nodded. I sighed. A bath in the prefects' bathroom sounds lovely. I'll do that and then have a nap.

It didn't take me long to collect my things. I made it to the bathroom in no time. I filled the pool with bath oil and bubble bath. Nothing sounds better right now.

I stripped out of my clothes and put them aside in a neat little pile, before walking over to the inviting water.

"Do you always take off your clothes for an audience?" A voice breathed behind me. I jumped and whipped around.

"Malfoy?!" I squeaked. I hurried to cover myself with my arms, but it was no use. He'd already seen me. "I thought I was alone. I didn't realize." The words tumbled out of my mouth. I was so emersed in my own thoughts that I hadn't heard Draco at all.

"I don't doubt that. You know, for a mudblood, you've got quite the body." He mused, making a show of looking me over. I blushed scarlet. "If the guys at school knew that you looked like that under your clothes, there's no way that you'd still be a virgin. You can't tell me that Potter or Weaslebee haven't tried to hit that." He bit his lip and stepped closer. I took a step backward. "Have you ever even touched yourself? Maybe that's why you're so frigid."

"Th-that's none of your business." I stammered. His smirk grew predatory.

"That's a no, then. You haven't. It's a shame. You're so tense. It'd really help with that. Perhaps, if you asked nicely, I'd even help you with that." He offered. I shook my head and walked over to the tub. My clothes are too far away, but the water isn't. "You're shaved, too?" He sounded impressed. Right now, I just wanted to disappear.

"Can you please just go?" I asked him, forcing myself to look him in the eye, since my body was now hidden.

"What fun would that be? For once I know more about something than you do. Let me teach you." He tried, again. I didn't say a word. I didn't trust my voice. I didn't like how he was affecting me. Since when did Malfoy make me feel arousal?

"No, thank you." I declined. He just chuckled and got into the water with me. When did he take off his clothes? How did I not notice that?

"You don't mean it." He argued. He got closer and closer, until he had me backed against the wall of the pool. He placed a hand on my waist and I trembled against him. "I can help you feel so good. I can show you how to pleasure yourself. It's something every woman should know, even one like you." He purred.

"And what kind of woman am I?" I asked, haughtily.

"Muggle-born," he replied, softly. I was shocked. He's never called me that before. It has always been something more profane. His hand wondered lower, until it caressed my womanhood. I gasped and he parted my lower lips. I trembled, again. "Look at me." He commanded, lowly. I forced myself to do as he asked. I looked at him and he redoubled his efforts. His thumb brushed against the sensitive nub between my legs and I cried out. What is he doing to me?

"Draco," I breathed. He twirled his fingertips around my sex and my breath hitched. I moved my hips, trying to increase three friction he was giving me. It wasn't enough.

"That's it, Hermione. You feel it; don't you? You're getting closer. It's going to feel overwhelming and amazing, all at once. How do you feel knowing that I'm going to be the one to give you your first orgasm?" Draco asked me, sounding genuinely curious. His words made the gravity of the situation really sink in. Instead of detouring me, it only made it feel that much hotter.

"Draco, fuck," I struggled to firm a coherent thought. He smirked at me and used his free hand to feel me up. His lips latched onto mine and I lost it. I vibrated against him and came with a shout.

"Feel better, Granger?" He asked me. I just nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "Good. Relax a little. Just imagine how good it'll feel, when I finally fuck you." He teased. I looked up at him, confused. "Don't worry. We're done for now and this will be our little secret. Now kiss me, so I can get off, too." He demanded. I did as he told me, even though I wasn't sure why I was doing it. He groped my chest, before letting his fingers find their way back to my sex. He thrust a finger inside of me and I moaned in surprise. He moved his thumb in just the right way, again. He was going to make me come with him. Fuck.

"I'm going to..." I groaned, as I broke the kiss.

"Say my name. You're not coming without me." He hissed. I trembled and I could feel my release quickly approaching.

"Draco, God, Draco," I gasped.

"Fuck, yes, Hermione." He came and I followed close behind. I slumped against him and neither of us moved. "I'll come find you soon and we'll finish your education." He told me. I looked up at him and nodded, still feeling very boneless. He put a hand behind my neck and kissed me with a ferocity that I didn't know he had. He didn't say anything else, before he left. I got out and scourgified the pool. I pulled my clothes on and walked back to the common room in a daze.

Sleep. I need to sleep.