Hermione huffed in front of the blank wall, stomping back and forth. I need to find Malfoy, she thought. I need to find Malfoy. I need to find Draco bloody Malfoy, the bloody, stupid tosser. She stopped in front of the newly formed door, surprisingly rustic, made up of reclaimed oak wood and patina metal accents. She pushed it opened and found a darkened room, lit only by a fireplace. A figure sat in front of it.
"Is this where you come to brood?"
She could only see a fraction of his shoulder and arm, draped over the arm of the red velvet chair. If he was surprised to hear her, he gave no indication from this angle.
"Why did you bully Neville again today?"
Again, nothing.
"Malfoy, why did you act like an ignorant, cruel idiot piece of hippogriff dung, once again? You know, if you want people to think the War changed you, you need to, god, just taking a vow of silence at this point would be an enormous improvement!" She now faced him. He stared at her—no, more like glared. Definitely glared.
"Granger," he finally said. "Fuck off."
"See," she said, pointing, "that's exactly what I'm talking about. Why. Why must you be so, so—"
"Because that's what I am. Mystery solved. Run along now."
His eyes glanced over her as they returned to the fire. "I saw you helping that Muggle girl on the edge of Diagon the other day." She said it all in one burst.
His eyes widened just a touch, then narrowed once more.
"She was lost, and cold, and you, you warmed her, you gave her something to eat, you, god, you comforted her, then helped her back home…"
"What's your point, Granger?" His jaw set in a hard line.
"You've changed. The pre-War Malfoy would've, he wouldn't have—"
"Woud've murdered her? That what you're saying?"
"Well, no, but—" she wrung her hands. How could she say it, without him rolling his eyes and dismissing her? That he was tender, and kind, and gentle, in a way she'd never seen him even think of acting before, and all with a Muggle. It left her speechless.
"You're wasting your time, Granger. Go." He waved his hand as though she were one of his house elves.
She sighed and turned away. If he wasn't going to make any effort, there was no point.
"They'll never see me any different," he said. She turned. He eyes still bore into the fire, which yellowed the edges of him. "They'll never see me as anything other than a Death Eater." He mumbled the last words, so much so that she could barely make them out.
Hermione bit her lip once more. "We can see you differently. I see you differently."
"Fat lot of good that does me. Even you treat me the same way they do."
She marched over to him, dropped to her knees beside his chair. They were now eye-to-eye, or they would be if he'd look at her. "I see you differently."
He moved his head just a touch, just enough to glance at her. She put her arms on the chair arm and pulled herself forward. He froze completely as she brushed her lips over his. "I see you differently, Malfoy," she said, her voice nearly a whisper. She made to move away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, meeting lips once again.
The kiss was much more gentle than she'd imagined. He took her lower lip in his mouth first, lightly grazing with his tongue, before settling in deeper. She turned her head and let her tongue meet his. When it did, his hands immediately rose to grasp her, to pull her body over him so that she straddled him on the chair. He ran his hands over her belly and back. She broke the kiss first, to drag her lips across his neck. She found a spot, one where his neck blurred into his shoulder, just above his collarbone. When she kissed there, his breaths became gasps. A wicked idea occurred to her. She opened her mouth and bit.
Malfoy let out a muffled moan, and his hands immediately went under her shirt, along the small of her back. She shuddered at the contact, and made to unbutton his long-sleeved immediately. She opened it to his lean chest, lowering her head to suck at his nipples. His hands froze as she did so. She assumed he liked it because how he hyperventilated. When she rose up, she licked that spot of his again, over his neck, and he shuddered and opened his eyes.
"Now you," he said, pulling her shirt off. He reached around and unclasped her bra, and she helped by pulling the straps down and to the floor. He pulled her down to take a nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly, feeling her knickers drench immediately. He fondled her other breast as he sucked, then reversed sides.
He released her nipple with a pop, then looked around. "We need something bigger," he said, his voice gravelly with lust. He fell backward as the chair immediately transfigured into an enormous bed. He looked up at her and grinned, a real smile, one that lit up the corners of his eyes, and gods, it startled her with its beauty.
He pushed her down on the bed and his hands went to unbutton her jeans. Okay, she thought, steadying herself. This was officially further than she'd gone with any boy before. He pulled her knickers down as well. A lot further, she thought, as he shook off the rest of his clothing.
He angled himself between her legs, then blinked, as though something just occurred to him. "Is this okay? Do you want this?" He seemed earnest. When she didn't respond right away, he leaned back. "It's okay," he said. "We don't have to.
Oddly enough, that made her want it immediately. "Yes," she said, pulling his hand.
"Yes? You're sure?"
She nodded. He returned his cock to her warmth and slipped it inside.
She gasped. It hurt way worse than she expected. Damn that Lavender Brown and her "just a pinch" assurances!
Malfoy, for his part, seemed to like it. She stifled a giggle as his face contorted goofily. "Fuck, Granger," he moaned. "You're so," he stopped, catching his breath. "So tight."
She didn't know what to say, settling on, "I'm glad you like it, Malfoy." From the look of befuddlement he gave her, she gathered that wasn't quite right, so she decided to stay quiet and focus on the experience.
He began to move, and it wasn't so bad after a few minutes. It only hurt when he pushed it all in, and soon, that turned into more of a dull soreness. She wondered when it would start to feel good, though, like Lavender and Angelina and Luna and Ginny had gone on about at dinner last week.
He looked at her and stopped. "Does this—does this feel okay?"
"Oh, yes," Hermione nodded. "It feels much better now."
"You, you just didn't look like it did." He narrowed his eyes. "You're just studying me. Like one of your bloody books." His voice seemed a bit strained from the pleasure. Hermione laughed, but her brow remained furrowed. How could this feel so good for him when it could be best described as blah to her?
"Well, it does feel better, Malfoy. You can keep, you know. Keep moving."
He did, slowly, not taking his eyes off her. This made her a bit nervous. She wasn't sure what he was looking for.
He stopped again. "Are you sure you like this?"
"Yes," Hermione said. She actually wasn't sure if she liked it, but things seemed to be getting better, so she was going to be optimistic.
He returned to his thrusts, but went more slowly. "What does this feel like, Granger?"
Oh, this. This she could do. "Well, there's so many sensations. We're so close. We're all touching from here to there. There's definitely a pressure. I feel so full, you know? I'm assuming it's because you're larger than average—"
He groaned and pulled out of her, sitting back on the bed. Hermione's mouth dropped open. "Did I—Did I do something wrong? I didn't mean—"
"You're entirely too… coherent." He stared, as though trying to figure something out. "I mean, you were so wet before. I thought you were ready."
"Oh!" Hermione said. "Oh, yes, I was fully aroused. But penetration was a lot more painful than I thought it'd be, and I think that sort of reset… it…" she faded as Malfoy's eyes widened, his lips parted in surprise.
"You mean you were—you haven't—" he sputtered. "You're a virgin?"
"Well, I mean. Not anymore," she said, a little sheepish. She felt completely dismayed to watch his erection shrink back. God, I've ruined it, she thought.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He seemed angry.
"I—uh—"
"I would've made it better for you. Merlin, I just, I pushed it right inside. And it hurt you."
"From what I've heard, that's pretty standard," Hermione said.
He didn't say anything as he looked at her up and down. His erection seemed to be returning. She bit her lip. Now what?
She jumped when he suddenly lowered his head to her cunt. "I want you to tell me, in explicit detail, what you feel, Granger." He smirked and dropped his head on her.
"Oh!" she said. "Okay. This, this is cunnilingus. I feel your tongue. There." She didn't add that his tongue felt sort of cold and dry and pointy, giving her an image of a fish at the market. This, she was assured by the girls, was supposed to make her die of pleasure! Was there something wrong with her?
"Uh," she added. "Fascinating sensation, that is." He groaned, out of frustration, she figured, and shifted his angle aggressively. She gasped. His tongue was warmer now. Hot, even. And wet.
"Oh," she whispered. She watched his eyebrows shoot up, as though he'd finally heard what he'd been waiting for. He increased the pressure of each warm lap. "Oh, God," she said as her thighs trembled. He chuckled against her and the vibrations of his voice forced her back to arch.
She remembered her assignment. "That feels," she hissed, arching her back again. "Oh, that feels so good, Malfoy." She dropped her hands to his hair, pulling him even closer. "So—" she moaned. "So, so—" she gasped. "Oh, god."
He went even faster, so fast that she couldn't even tell what his tongue was doing. She could only focus on that, that something that was building inside of her, something fiery and tingly and… and…
She screamed as she bucked against him. She tried to explain it, but only a string of wordless babbles came out of her mouth. When it ended, much too soon in her opinion, Malfoy finally pushed himself up. "That's more like it," he said, and she wanted to slap the smirk off his face, but, she found, she could barely move her limbs.
He gave her a minute, then asked, "Would you like to try sex again?"
She nodded. She did, actually. If it might make her feel that once more.
He climbed over her and pushed in, this time slower, stopping every inch to make sure she was okay. She was so wet, there was no pain at all. As he started moving in a rhythmic manner, she continued her analysis.
"That feels," she closed her eyes. "This is much more slippery. I feel full, but not like I'm going to burst, like before. Which is an improvement. You're going more slow, which is okay, I think, and you feel warmer and harder, even. I can tell you feel pleasure, which is nice, and—"
He pulled out. "Let's try you on top." He grabbed her waist and rolled them over.
She grabbed his cock, noting its slick and heat. His eyes rolled back when she slid it inside, pushing down against him. She could tell he was restrained in his expressions, as though he didn't want her to know how much he liked it for some reason.
She moved up and down, staring at him the whole while. His breath increased, he closed his eyes with a stifled grunt every time she sank. He put his arms on her hips and stopped her. "Why don't you try moving your cunt around in circles?"
She bit her lip and did what she was told. He didn't seem to have as much of a reaction to that, but it felt more… interesting to her. She leaned forward. Her clit started to graze his pubic bone with each cycle and she gasped. "Keep going," he said. She bent forward even more, so close she could kiss him. When she circled 'round the front, he jerked his pelvis up to hit her clit, which made her moan.
She paused. "But you don't like that as much," she whispered.
"When it feels good for you, it feels good for me," he said, his voice husky. "You tighten all around me. I like that."
She continued until she felt the warm, tingly wave emerging once more. Each cycle of her hips sent her closer, closer until finally it was there, all over her, and she arched her back and moaned to god, to Merlin, to Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw and the general wizarding world. He groaned and convulsed against her, pulling her down for a long, deep kiss. When she stopped seeing stars, she laid her head on his chest, rising and falling with the slowing of his breath.
"You're mine now," he said, as though it were a very significant epiphany.
"I beg your pardon," Hermione said stuffily, pushing up. "I, for your information, Malfoy, belong to no one. Having sex doesn't make me yours like you've marked me with your seed or some nonsense."
"I mean, you're my girlfriend now."
"What?" She swallowed hard. "Is that some sort of Slytherin tradition? You become someone's significant other by way of intercourse?"
He looked annoyed now. "So you don't…" he trailed off, waiting for her to say something, but she was at a loss. His face took on that scowl she so hated and he returned to glaring at her. "Why did you come here, Granger? Why did you kiss me, like, like that, if you didn't feel—why? Why did you fuck me?"
"Well, it just happened," she said. "I do admit that I sort of just realized I fancied you a few weeks ago, but when I came here, I didn't really intend sex, I just wanted to talk, but you seemed so hopeless and I wanted to prove to you—"
He pulled away from under her and she plopped onto the bed with a thud. "That's what this is?" He laughed bitterly. "A pity fuck? From the Gryffindor Princess herself! Oh, this is bloody rich." He flung his trousers on and aggressively worked at the buttons.
"You think that I came here and gave you my virginity out of pity? What kind of idiot do you think—"
"A mudblood one," he muttered it and didn't look her in the eye.
"Excuse me?"
"A mudblood idiot." He glanced at her, his mouth straight and jaw clenched.
Well, that stung, but she sure as Merlin's beard wouldn't let him see how much. She wordlessly dressed as he sat on the bed and watched. She turned toward the door, and as she opened it, she said "I was wrong, Malfoy. You haven't changed at all." Then she slammed it shut.
-18 Years Later-
"Okay, girls. I've got a good one for this month's rendition of…" Ginny paused. "The One-Up Gossip Club." She waved her wand over the mini-cauldron in the middle of the living room, next to the empty wine bottles. The cauldron caught glow, and from her pocket, she pulled out a small ticket. "This is one, just one because I couldn't, for the life of me, get anymore, entrance pass to this year's—" she paused. "Hogwarts' Yule Ball." Hermione and Angelina gasped. "As a chaperone, technically," Ginny added, "which we can all pull off, consider we have offspring all in attendance."
"And whoever wins this is required to get photos of all said offspring," Angelina added. "I need to see little Fred with his first dance date ever!"
"Who's he going with?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, a Hufflepuff girl named Tatiana. I haven't met her yet, but with that hot little ticket there…"
"Okay, let's get started," Ginny said. "Lina, you're up."
"Oh, god, I want to go to the Ball so bad but I haven't got anything good this time."
"Well, you know the rule. No matter how small—"
"You must gossip for all," the women chanted in unison, then raised their wine glasses, cheering.
"Okay, okay. I might've accidentally found out that awful old Umbridge signed up for Hermione's Centaur Sex Holiday she crafted for the Ministry."
"What?" Hermione gasped.
"Umbridge." Ginny said, eyes widened. "You mean Delores Umbridge, hateful cat lady who tortured us—"
"The very one."
"All participants to the Centaur Holiday are supposed to be anonymous," Hermione scolded.
"I know, I know, but when the paperwork came to my department, I couldn't help but just take a little itty-bitty peek—"
"That's illegal, Angelina!" Hermione gasped, hitting Lina's arm lightly.
"Oh, hush it, Hermione. "The laws of ordinary witches and wizards don't apply at the Gossip Club. We all know that." Gin started chucking. "I can't believe it, that old swot, signing up to get her jollies off—"
"No more," Angelina squealed. "There are too many ungodly images running through my mind right now."
"I knew that woman had a thing for the centaurs," Hermione said. "When they ran off with her in sixth year, she screamed just a bit too cheerfully. Harry thought I was mad for suggesting it."
"Enough!" Angelina said. "Who's next?"
"Me." Ginny paused. "I'm pregnant."
"WHAT?" Angelina and Hermione stood up. "But you've been drinking all night, Ginny!" Hermione added.
"Oh, I've been switching my wine out for water all night, but you two have been way too tossed to notice."
"I can't believe this!" Their arms reached out in all directions as they hugged each other. "How far along?"
"Fifteen weeks. And we know it's a girl already."
"A girl! Oh, I'm so happy for you and Harry!"
They discussed the baby for a few minutes more, until Ginny clasped her hands together and said, "'Mione, you're next, darling."
"Mmm. Well, I recently just found out Rose also has a date to the Yule Ball."
"Who?" Ginny and Angelina asked in unison.
Hermione took a long sip of wine, then cleared her throat. "Scorpius. Malfoy."
"No!" Ginny screamed just as Angelina yelled out.
"Yes."
"How did Ron take it?" Angelina asked.
"Oh, he has no bloody idea, and Rose made me swear on everyone's grave that I wouldn't tell."
"Good Godric," Ginny said. "Well, let's hope he doesn't find out, or else poor Scorpius is going to have a worse time at the Yule Ball than you did in fifth year." She sipped her water. "Well, let's see, let's see, who wins this month?"
The three waved their wands. The cauldron trembled and spit out two pieces of paper.
"A tie?" Angelina said, grabbing one. "That hasn't happened in years!"
Ginny grabbed the other piece, then reached to see Angelina's. "Looks like me and Granger have another round."
"Damn it, I knew Umbridge's sexcapades weren't going to win it."
"You know well enough, the more personal this news, the better for this enchantment," Ginny scolded with a smile.
"I know, I know. Well, Gin, looks like you're up." Angelina waved at her with a flourish.
"Okay, well, let me think for a bit. Wasn't expecting a tie…" she clucked her tongue for a minute, then snapped her finger. "Well, I have to admit, this one is abhorrent. Grotesque, even, I must warn you, but I really want to see and document James and Lily and Albus, all gorgeous in their dress robes, awkwardly dancing with their peers. But—" she paused, putting her hands over her eyes. "I found out sometime last year that Mum and Dad have tried anal."
"WHAT?!" Hermione and Angelina screamed. "How the fuck did you find that out?" Angelina added.
"I heard them acting all flirty in the kitchen, you know how they get after a glass of wine or two when they think none of us are listening. And Dad whispered, very loudly for some reason, that he wanted to get in, oh god I really don't want to say it but, he wanted to try the 'back door' again, and the way he said it, I just knew he wasn't talking about fixing the hinges on the actual door of the house."
By then, Angelina and Hermione were screeching with laughter. "That is—oh my Merlin, that's the funniest thing I've heard in ages," Hermione said, snorting while wiping her eyes.
"Speaking of ungodly images," Angelina said, chuckling.
"Indeed," Ginny said dryly. "Now, Granger. Beat that."
Hermione paused, biting her lip. "Well, this one I've been saving for a while. But since I, too, really want to humiliate my children by forcing them to take a thousand photos a piece in their dress robes." She paused, wincing, and said it quickly. "Ron's not the one I lost my virginity to."
Angelina and Ginny's eyes widened. "Who, then? And why the hell am I hearing about this just now?" Ginny demanded.
"Because it's, oh god, it just never made sense and he was so, so angsty and it ended so terribly—"
"What year?" Gin asked.
"Seventh. Well, eighth. When we went back after the War."
"Was it Krum?" Angelina asked.
"No, I already asked that while they were dating. Unless you lied to me, Hermione?"
"No. It wasn't Krum."
"Bugger," Angelina said. "I really wanted a good, long, detailed description of that man's cock."
"Lina!" Hermione gasped.
"Hey, I know I'm married, but a girl needs her fantasies."
Ginny stared at Hermione, tapping her finger on her chin. "Angsty you say? Yet someone you were ultimately ashamed of. Hmm, there was really only one bloke who was super angsty that year but you would never…" she paused. "No. No you did not, Hermione Granger!"
"What!?" Angelina said. "Who is it?"
Hermione nodded her head shamefully, throwing back a few sips of wine in a gulp.
Ginny was standing now. "I don't believe it. You! Gave it up! To—"
"To Draco Malfoy," Hermione finished, raising her glass as though it were a macabre toast.
"NO!" Angelina screamed. "Malfoy!?"
"Yes."
"We need the story, Hermione. Now."
Hermione took a deep breath in and filled them in. When she was finished, Gin and Lina blinked slowly, as though being snapped out of a stupor. "Holy shit," Ginny finally said. "You guys not only fucked, but you liked each other."
"Yeah, I fancied him alright, up until he called me a mudblood idiot."
"Mm, yeah, important to not neglect that part of the story," Ginny said.
"He has changed, that Malfoy," Angelina said, leaning back. "At least as an adult, I mean. I've spent a significant amount of time with him at the Ministry, even have lunch from time to time with Astoria when she visits."
"Really," Hermione said.
"Really. I mean, sure, the bloke's still got that horrible-yet-hot smirk on his face all the time, but he's polite and thoughtful and god, he loves that boy Scorpius so much. He's head over heels."
Ginny clapped her hands. "Ladies, let's finish this before the charm wears out." They waved their wands over the cauldron, and this time, one name was spat out.
Ginny read it, sighed and handed it to Hermione. "I knew there was no beating that dirty little secret. But you are going to take pictures of all our children, 'Mione!"
"I will!" Hermione promised, putting her hand on her heart.
"Oh my god," Angelina said. "I just remembered something. Oh, this is so perfect."
"What?" Gin asked.
"Malfoy's going to be at the Yule Ball. Astoria was going to do it, chaperone, I mean, but then she went off and married that Greek wizard and they're doing their honeymoon during."
"Oh, well, that's nice, I suppose," Hermione said.
"Well, it's not like it'll be too awkward, right?" Gin said. "I mean, you two have talked since then."
"Yeah, we have. And it's been cordial enough."
"So neither of you has ever brought it up," Angelina asked.
"Never. Furthermore, I never intend to."
"Aw, I think you ought to. At the Yule Ball, in fact. Invite him to the Room of Requirement, you know, for old time's sake." Lina waggled her brows.
"I don't think so," Hermione said. "Not in one hundred thousand years."
"Well, it has been a while hasn't it, Hermione? I mean, has there been anyone since the divorce?" Gin asked.
Hermione grimaced. "Well, last year I sort of did run into Viktor at a pub the day before Ron remarried—"
"NO!" Angelina yelled. "You had a romp with Krum!?"
"I did," Hermione said.
"Hermione, you never tell me anything!" Ginny screeched.
"Well, we've got to hear it now," Lina said, refilling the wine glasses. "I want to know about both Krum and Malfoy's cocks. Length. Shape." She lowered her voice. "Girth."
Hermione nearly spat out her wine as she burst into laughter.
"I'm serious!" Angelina protested.
"Actually, yeah, I'd like to hear this out, too." Gin said.
After being interrogated over infinitesimal cock details for so long she swore she would've ever speak of the male package again, Hermione tucked her Yule Ball ticket in her pocket with a drunken smile as she left for her home by floo.
I know I said I wouldn't publish this one for a bit, but I had so much fun writing that I decided to share earlier. The idea for this came after reading a lot of fics in which Malfoy is the Slytherin sex god and gets to educate Hermione- which, let's be honest, is always hot. But I thought, hmm, this character has always surrounded himself with minions- suppose he also had "yes women" in the bedroom who faked it just to please him?- especially as a young adult. So I thought they could both have some vulnerability: Draco realizing he actually doesn't know much about pleasing a woman as he thought; Hermione in being completely honest with her ho-hum experience.
Of course, they both learn a thing or two by Part Two. My goal is to publish it in about two weeks.
Oh, and sorry if I get some years wrong. I'm not a Potter dictionary sort of writer.
Thanks so much for reading!