Disclaimer: Nothing you recognise is mine, unfortunately it all belongs to Jo Rowling. Only the sad little ideas are mine.#
Summary: I was feeling naughty and thought I could maybe make this sound naughtier than it actually was. It didn't really turn out as I expected but please read anyway.
Hermione Learns a New Subject.
"Let's just hurry up and get this over with. I don't have all night you know. Ron and Harry will wonder where I am." She nervously looked around her, to be sure no one else could see them.
She couldn't help the excitement building up inside her despite the situation she was in and the person she was with. Her heart beat faster as he approached her, looking her up and down assessing her attire.
"I told you to wear something comfortable, loose, non-restricting." he gazed disapprovingly at her tight, skinny jeans.
"I still don't understand why you haven't told Potter or Weasley" He was behind her now, still looking at her, she inhaled sharply as he spoke in her ear, breath warm in the coldness of their surroundings.
"That is none of your business. I told you my reasons for doing this." She didn't want him to know that she was too embarrassed to ask her two best friends to do this for her, she felt it would be easier asking her enemy. She broke out in goose bumps as he walked back infront of her and took her hand in his to lead her to the centre of their meeting place, excitement and some fear building up in her now.
She felt him move closer to her, stepping behind her, he helped her find a comfortable position. He moved closer to her and she could feel him pressed up close to her now, leaning over her, forcing her to bend slightly.
"Ok Granger, hold on tight. You are in for the ride of your life," he whispered.
She felt sick and excited at the same time.
Malfoy thrust forward and she cried out in ecstasy.
She had never felt a sensation like it.
She felt free, untethered, uninhibited.
Draco Malfoy was teaching her to fly.