Okay guys, first time that I dared to dip into the Dramione world. Currently there are no more than 8-10 chapters planned and updates will be happening as I get to them. This will be a short story, porn without much plot. If explicit language is not your thing, I'd recommend scrolling.

Ramelle x

Teach me, Draco

Chapter 1 – I masturbated before, thank you very much

Eight weeks. That's how long Hermione Granger was able to ignore Draco Malfoy. Not that she would have had a problem with continuing her punishment of silence towards her new coworker. She preferred to live in a world where he didn't exist. She was long over the torture he put her through during their years in Hogwarts… that's what she kept telling herself.

She was genuinely fine with him having a job at the ministry after he spent years in the United States, working on his redemption. People didn't seem to remember how he almost wiped out of most of the world population with his idiotic beliefs. Turns out the time he spent away to work on his new image paid off eventually.

No matter if he changed or not, it didn't matter. She couldn't forgive him for what he did to her. She worked hard to get over the memory of him laughing at her when he had found her journal in the library. Seeing him almost every day now brought back those memories.

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"I wish he would see me for who I truly am. I'm more than my blood status." The young Draco Malfoy spat in between words, holding his belly while reading out the lines written in a moment of weakness.

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Really, she was fine with it all. Alright… maybe she was a little upset that even Harry seemed to have made up with him. They went out for drinks last weekend. Admittedly, Harry never knew about her secret crush on Malfoy in fourth year. At least he never commented on it.

She was invited, just like everyone else from their friend group. And they all went… everyone but Hermione. She just couldn't get out of her own way to spend her free time with this man. He hated her, after all. And she felt so small for being disappointed that he had not once approached her to talk to her since he started working at the ministry.

So, she was fine with ignoring him and pretending like he didn't exist.

It just so happened that he overheard her talking to Pansy Parkinson in on Wednesday morning.

"So, why did you break up with Adrian then?" Pansy asked, sipping her coffee when they waited in the lobby for the lift.

"We were both not happy with how things were. It's for the best. Adrian took it well. I guess we both missed a little bit of a… spark."

Pansy laughed out loud, lowering her voice slightly but not enough for Hermione to not wince. "So, the sex was bad then?"

"I didn't say that…" Hermione mumbled into her own coffee, trying to hide the heat wave creeping up on her.

"You didn't deny it either. No judgment here. If he can't make you come at least twice in one night, he's not worth it."

"Twice?!" Hermione's eyes widened; her head spun towards the pretty brunette.

She didn't even have one orgasm with Adrian. Well, there was this one time where he agreed to take her from behind. But he had stopped fucking her when she tried to bring herself to the edge with her fingers on her clit while her other hand secretly closed around her own throat. Squeezing hard to make her see stars. He had finished before she even got close.

"I think two orgasms are sufficient to show you he paid attention on how to get you off. You want someone who knows your body as good as yourself, if not better."

Hermione fell into a brooding silence, the lift doors opening with a 'ping' in front of them.

She huffed as they entered the small lift, "Honestly, I would be happy if I've had one single orgasm in the last four months."

Pansy held her breath, almost choking on her own spit, "Hermione! For the love of Merlin, please go take care of it yourself. No wonder you have been so tense lately."

As Hermione turned to face the hallway, she almost let out a shriek when Draco Malfoy entered right behind them.

His eyes met hers, the silver gaze daggering her so intently that she almost forgot to breathe. If she had tinted cheeks before, she didn't want to know how mortified she must have looked right this moment. How much did he hear?

"Granger." The calm tone in his voice equaled an ice-cold shower. He nodded once, then moved on to Pansy to greet her.

Hermione's lips parted to acknowledge his gesture to not show him how ashamed she was. Her voice betrayed her; he already had his back turned towards her. Her heart was beating painfully fast in embarrassment. She wanted to fall off the face of the earth.

"Hi Draco, did you get Theodore's note for his farewell party? This week Friday?" Pansy didn't seem to sense her dilemma unfolding, casually holding small talk with her childhood friend. She was surprised Pansy never brought up the incident in the library. She could have sworn Draco had told all his friends about it back then. Usually, Pansy didn't hold back to take a jab at her. All in good spirits of course.

"I did. Tell him I will be there." His low voice went right through her spine.

"Great! Hermione, you're coming too, right?"

She almost spilled her coffee, earning an irritated look from her friend.

"I-… erm…", she cleared her throat. She really didn't want to come now that she knew Draco Malfoy was going to be there with her group of friends. Couldn't he find other people to spread his venom?

"You can't be serious, you helped him get the job and won't even celebrate with us?"

Theodore Nott had become a good friend of hers, and she shouldn't let the attendance of Draco Malfoy interfere with her social life. He couldn't bully her anymore. She was well liked by her friends and coworkers. Maybe they did have a mutual, silent agreement to just ignore each other.

With a surrendered sigh she replied, "Of course I will be there. I wouldn't want to miss it."

When Pansy got off on her floor, Hermione stayed back with Draco. Her eyes were focusing on her new pair of shoes. They were a little higher than her usual heels, but she fell in love with the shape of them. She felt like her feet looked delicate in them. She liked that.

He would need to get off one level before her – he worked in the Department of International Magical Cooperation – whereas Harry was trying to convince him to join the Auror Force. She secretly hoped he didn't succeed, although she understood Harry's motivation behind wanting a former Death Eater to join his department. It would offer them great insight of the mind of a … -

"Parkinson has a point, Granger." Draco's voice sounded so much lower and closer than earlier, and when her name left his lips this time, he didn't even bother to look at her. She noticed because her head shot up to ogle him.

From the side she could see how he was getting ready to leave the lift, his hands tightening around the handle of his briefcase. Finest dragon leather, of course.

"Excuse me?" She usually didn't talk in this high-pitched voice, but she was horrified that he spoke to her… again. With anyone else around, for the first time in five years.

With another 'ping' the door opened, "You do look a little tense."

She stared at him as he exited the lift, turning around to face her one more time. As if they were talking about the weather he casually added, "I've heard they have a quite spacious closet across from the big meeting room in the Administration Department. If you ever need some privacy to take care of things."

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"Who does the git think he is?!" Hermione was fuming when she threw her purse on her desk before she straightened her dress. A habit when she didn't feel comfortable in her own skin. He did that to her…

"Who?" Ginny Weasley looked up from her report she had been working on for almost a week now. She joined Hermione's team last summer and had been a tremendous help with the Improper Use of Magic Office.

"Malfoy. I don't understand where he takes his confidence from…"

"Big dick energy, I'm not going to lie to you – I've heard he has every reason to be arrogant," she giggled and winked at Hermione, which made her only more frustrated. What was in the air today that everybody wanted to talk about sex with her?!

"Shush!" Hermione shrieked and looked around the office. Nobody seemed to have overheard their conversation when she fell in her chair. She really missed her personal office when she used to lead the House-Elf Relocation. "That's not the point. Who told you that?!"

Ginny grinned at her best friend, "Do you really want to know? You normally don't want to partake in any kind of gossip. I'm just double checking before you will be mortified afterwards."

Hermione pulled the new cases for the day closer, starting to distribute them to the team with a flick of her wand based on difficulty and importance.

"You're right… I don't care…" She replied hastily and tried to focus on the task on hand. She couldn't care less how big his manhood was. It's not like she'd ever get around to use it.

"Cho Chang and Angelina Jones… both since he's back in England."

She frowned.

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Hermione decided that someone must have cursed her day. There was no other explanation why she was on her way to join a meeting with the head of the Foreign Affairs Office – where she could easily run into the blonde-haired prat. She had to cover for Ginny who, thanks to her second pregnancy, was spending the rest of the day in bed.

She was determined to walk in and out of the meeting without looking up from her path or engaging in any kind of small talk. Not if it held the risk that she could bump into him again. He probably already overshared her lack of orgasms with level 2 and beyond.

The collaboration between their offices was important, and she didn't want to be responsible for any setbacks while they were planning the Quidditch Cup in London for the first time in ages. She was running a little behind schedule, which was why she hurried into the office of Landon Gunter without paying attention to her surroundings. Sneaking into the room, she closed the door and took a deep breath with her back facing the office.

"I'm sorry for running late, Landon. Ginny Weasley called out sick and I had to get familiar with the schedule for the stadium tour. I'm going to take over for her today."

"Right, the pregnancy. Probably better to have you involved directly for this part."

She froze when she discovered Draco Malfoy out of all people sitting behind the desk of Landon Gunter, his legs crossed as he was reading through notes in front of him. He didn't look up when Hermione's hands formed into fists at her sides.

"What are you doing in Landon's office? Does he know you're in here?" She hissed in disbelief as he sent some papers towards the shredder in the corner of the room. Wandless, of course.

"This is my office, Granger. If you would have paid attention to the meeting invite, you would have noticed that it was me who signed off on it."

She was fuming now at him suggesting that she wasn't prepared.

"Once you're seated, we can start the meeting. Unless you need another minute to gather yourself. You don't seem to like surprises."

She hated surprises, but she would never give him the satisfaction of the day to think he knew anything about her.

"Oh, I don't mind surprises at all. But I do mind if someone questions my decision as the department head to assign my team based on their specialties. Ginny Weasley is pregnant, that doesn't make her unqualified to lead this project." She stepped closer now, trying to keep her breath steady. She would not give him the opportunity to humiliate her at her job.

He then looked at her for the first time since she entered 'his' office, eyebrows raised in astonishment.

"Granger, I do apologize if my words left room misinterpretation. When I said it would be favorable for you take over this part of the project, I wasn't suggesting that Ginny Weasley is not qualified to handle the task. I'm sure you have read the agenda; I wouldn't expect any less of the brightest witch of her age Hermione Granger. We're discussing the safety protocol for the event; they require a final signature by the Head of Improper Use of Magic Office. We'll be killing two birds with one stone."

Hermione swallowed down her anger with every bit of self-constraint she managed to gather within herself.

When he gestured for her to sit down across from him, she did. Reluctantly.

"Landon Gunter had to take a leave of absence for the next couple of months and I'm supporting interim. Since you're so curious; the minister himself asked me to move into this office. I'm sure you trust his judgment of character for us to continue." Draco Malfoy's eyes lowered to catch her hands straightening her dress briefly before he met her gaze.

He wasn't being arrogant about it, but almost seemed offended. Throwing her own words back at her did not sit very well with Hermione, but she was willing to let it slide just this once to get out of this situation as soon as possible. She missed Landon already.

The meeting went better than expected. To Hermione's surprise Draco Malfoy was behaving professional and structured in leading the meeting. She was able to sign off 80% of the safety protocol without thinking twice. The rest she promised to review personally and get it back to him before Friday. He agreed to that.

Their follow up meeting was scheduled for Monday. Hermione would join the meeting and promised to look at her schedule for the stadium tour the following week. This was important for the minister and her department, so she would not let her pride get in the way. Especially if Draco Malfoy could use any mistake against her. Hermione Granger didn't make mistakes.

To her surprise he didn't comment once on their morning encounter, and she almost forgot why she hated him so much, until she got up to leave 'his' office.

"Granger, can I ask you something not work related?" His voice was curious, and she turned around to face him before she reached the door. She already regretted she didn't just march out and threw the door shut before he had the opportunity to humiliate her. He seemed to truly await her consent.

"What?"

"I was just wondering if what you said to Parkinson earlier could be really true? Four months?" He stared at her strangely, almost intrigued. She wanted to die for the second time today.

"Seriously, Malfoy?! I don't request information about your latest ejaculation either, do I?" As soon as she said it, she wanted to slap herself. Ejaculation. He frowned at her.

She turned around again, reaching for the doorknob, before he calmly said, "Ten minutes before our meeting. I did wash my hands afterwards." She froze in her movement, her eyes widening. She had heard the amused grin in his voice.

"Why are you telling me this?" She tried to push away the imagery of him jerking off in his office… or in the bathroom? His long fingers wrapped around… She shook her head and turned to face him. Her cheeks were burning at even thinking about discussing her personal matters with him. But she was shortly distracted by the way his eyes raked over her body. His lips pressed to a thin line. There was no smirk left on his face.

He probably just realized that she could file for harassment at work if she wanted to.

"Just letting you know it's not a shame to get yourself off. Smart people like us do need an outlet. You should give it a try," he shrugged his shoulders and sat up straight before he got back to work. Hermione tried to ignore that he unintentionally put them into the same box. Smart people like us…

"I masturbated before, thank you very much," Hermione mumbled, this time truly reaching for the doorknob to leave him behind. She was as far turning it when he felt the need to speak again.

"It's good that you broke things off with Adrian, Granger. A fine wizard doesn't leave his witch unsatisfied. And I disagree with Parkinson, two is not enough."

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A light chapter to ease into it. Smut warning going forward. No, seriously.