Teach me, Draco
Chapter 2 – That's what you do to me, Granger
After her meeting with Draco on Wednesday things changed. Hermione was no longer able to ignore him in the mornings, or when she saw him in the hallways of the ministry. Not that she didn't try to; she surely put her best-efforts into the task.
His face was all over the Daily Prophet on Thursday morning, Astoria Greengrass pressed against him as they left a fancy restaurant in Muggle London. Ridiculous.
They both looked lovely. She didn't care in the slightest, but for some reason she couldn't get the picture of his long fingers digging into Astoria's hips out of her head. His hands really got to her since he told her all about his wanking habits. Surely, he didn't have to worry about that anymore now that he dated Astoria.
Draco Malfoy still seemed to enjoy making fun of Hermione though.
After she had read the article at breakfast on Thursday morning, she had bumped into him in the lobby. Pansy was nowhere to be found, so he asked her how far she was with the open points on the safety protocol for the Quidditch World cup. She reassured him it was taken care of, not wanting to tell him that she already finished the review the previous night. She worked until midnight on it, just to make sure she was prepared for the handover. She didn't make mistakes after all.
He was standing right next to her in the lift, brushing her lower arm with his long fingers when he stepped closer to make room for two Aurors who sneaked into the small space. When they got off at the next level, he didn't seem to be bothered to stay close to her.
"You're still tense, Granger" he poorly whispered before he stepped outside on his floor.
She rolled her eyes when he winked at her. As soon as the lift closed behind him, she let out a shaky breath and touched her forearm. Her skin still tingled from where he had touched her.
As soon as she got home that evening, she went back to look at the picture of him in the Daily Prophet. She tried to ignore the pulling sensation in her core. She hated him even more when she found herself with her hands in her knickers, rubbing herself to the thought of him. She got incredibly close, very fast, but then got interrupted by an owl flying against her window. She didn't dare to give it another try. She felt like a failure.
On Friday morning he walked into her office with a coffee in his large hands, his long fingers made the cup look tiny. He leaned against Ginny's desk who was still out sick.
"I will send the safety protocol to your department before lunch," she said and tried to not watch him as he picked up a feather from Ginny's desk and let it slide through his fingers. He did seem to be very talented with them, and she was sure that's what he wanted to prove to her. Whatever his reasons were for mocking her and her nonexistent sex life, she needed it to stop. The pull in her core returned within a blink of an eye, an uncomfortable wetness creeped in between her legs.
"I trust you'll have it ready and approved by the end of the day," he replied lazily as he toyed with the feather.
"Is there anything else you need?" Hermione asked, now infuriated that he wouldn't even shy away from annoying her in her own department.
"I just wanted to check on Weasley, is she alright?" His eyes met hers, and for a moment she thought she would forget to breathe. He looked genuinely concerned when his silver eyes bored into hers. She hated to admit it, but the older he got the more handsome he had become.
"She's fine. Harry and her just moved and I think it was just-" she noticed how he wormed the information out of her without much effort. She caught herself quickly. "You came all the way here to check on Ginny?!"
"Oh no," he cooed while an amused grin stole onto his otherwise stern face. "I was just finishing up in the Administration Department when I thought of you. One thought let to another, and I decided to stop by."
The Administration Department… where he suggested her to go into the broom closet to masturbate just two days ago. He was definitely mocking her, and she hated herself for closing her thighs at that. The last thing she wanted to think about was Draco Malfoy with his – apparently massive, yeah right - cock in his hands. Did he just suggest he wanked off and thought of her while doing so?
Hermione's mind was racing when he watched her curiously. "Did you even try to get rid of your tension?"
"Malfoy, why are you so interested in my orgasms?" She blurted out in frustration, not because she cared. He smiled at her, little laugh lines decorated his annoyingly handsome face.
"That's a loaded question," he replied smug, "to keep it simple; I'd say I'm trying to prevent that one day soon you will just…" his hands made a gesture as if something detonated in between his hands, "POUF."
She should have been mortified at his words, but the anger was weighing so much heavier on her mind. She clearly wasn't thinking straight when the words escaped her lips, "I'll send you an owl right after my next orgasm." She grabbed her own coffee to keep herself busy.
"That would be nice. Although, if you let me know prior, I might be able to assist you." He almost hummed the words, and she spit out her coffee all over the table. He seemed to like that, a faint spark in his eyes.
"Easy there, Granger," his voice lowered, and she wasn't sure if she spilled the coffee over herself or if it was his voice that made her neck burn in heat. "Just a polite offer between coworkers."
"You're suggesting your…? Your services to apologize for being a dickhead your entire life? Something is seriously wrong with you."
"Is there now? I think you'd be surprised at how addictive these orgasms can be. That is, if you'll ever be able to shut out that fascinating brain of yours."
When she just sat there and stared at him in disbelief, he shook his head and went on with his day. Again, as if they had been talking about the weather. She felt incredibly embarrassed at the wetness between her thighs.
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Hermione was disappointed to find out that Ron didn't join the farewell get-together. She had hoped she wouldn't be the only single. Harry had Ginny, Theodore had Pansy, and Draco had Astoria…. and even if he didn't have her, she wouldn't be interested in him.
She told herself that the only reason why she ran around with wet knickers since days was because he kept talking about her need to get herself off. He wasn't wrong, but she just didn't know how to make herself feel the things she wanted to feel. Him pointing out her needs just made her feel… empty.
When she arrived at the pub where the friend group usually met, he was already there. She was the last one to join them, and she was surprised to see that Malfoy came alone. No Astoria. Not that it changed anything…
"I thought you bailed on us," Pansy winked at her when she took off her scarf and coat. She was trying to find a free seat besides the one next to Malfoy.
"Hermione, sit down, we're voting on baby names," Theodore pointed towards the spot next to Malfoy on the bench. She scooped in but didn't look at him once. She almost flinched when her knee brushed his as she got comfortable. He didn't comment, just sipped his firewhiskey.
He stayed surprisingly quiet throughout the evening. He didn't make a snide remark since she arrived, which she was incredibly thankful for. He only talked when someone spoke to him directly. Besides the one time where Ginny asked Hermione about the meeting with Malfoy earlier in the week. He spoke for her then.
The more butterbeer Hermione drank, the more at ease she felt with the situation. She didn't even want to go home when they all decided to go to Pansy's flat for a night cap. At least not until Harry and Ginny left them, and she was sitting with Pansy, Theo and Malfoy in a small living room.
Malfoy excused himself after Pansy started gossiping, and Hermione almost forgot about him until her two friends started to snog heavily.
That's when she decided it was time to go home. Normally she would use the floo, but she quite enjoyed the short walk to her place.
"You might want to skip the goodbyes, they are busy." Hermione said when she bumped into Malfoy in the hallway. He looked over her head towards the living room and shrugged his shoulders. She was throwing the scarf around her and slipped into her coat.
When she passed him and marched towards the door, he grabbed her by the wrist. His fingers around her made her hold her breath. The alcohol forced her body to betray her.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Home?" she looked at him in confusion.
"Their fireplace is in the living room," he noted and looked at her as if she had lost her marbles.
"Yeah, you can use the floo, I'll walk." Hermione's eyes lowered to her wrist in his grasp.
She didn't recall the exact events on how he ended up walking next to her down the narrow streets. Or how she ended up asking him about his girlfriend – just to find out they weren't dating.
The next thing she knew was that they were facing each other when she told him goodbye; only then she realized Malfoy knew where she lived now.
"Well, erm… thank you for walking me home, Malfoy."
His cheeks were rosy from the cold, their breaths visible. She regretted his company the moment the smirk returned to his face.
"I am curious, Granger. How come you haven't taken care of your little problem yet?"
"How would you know?" Her arms crossed in front of her chest; she was freezing. The alcohol almost banished her embarrassment completely. By now they had talked about her lack of orgasms so frequently that she couldn't be bothered. "Maybe I did have a fantastic orgasm."
"I highly doubt that" he commented smug, she rolled her eyes. "I'm not making fun of you, Granger. I'm trying to help. Four months is a very long time. Even for you."
"Even for me?" She asked with a laugh, but when he didn't join the fun, she went quiet.
He stared at her for a while without saying anything else. The longer he kept quiet, the bigger the urge to say something grew within her. She shifted from one leg to the other as she caught herself looking for his fingers. He was wearing leather gloves, and she swallowed down the disappointment.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she stumbled over her own whispered words. When she looked up into his eyes again, they somehow looked darker than before.
"The fact that you haven't touched yourself in four months tells me you don't enjoy getting yourself off," he said slowly as he looked her body up and down. She could have sworn he licked his lips at one point.
She looked away as she thought about the previous night. How she rubbed her clit in circles, even entered a finger inside of her. But it hadn't felt right. Maybe she just didn't know how to orgasm anymore. Maybe she was broken.
"Wait," he stepped closer until he caught her eyes with his, "you tried to get yourself off, didn't you?"
She moaned out loud as he frowned at her desperate expression. "Malfoy, I can't believe we're talking about this."
"Don't shut me out now," he cooed and smiled carefully. His eyes did give away his darkness still, but his silk voice already had her wrapped around his long fingers. "Tell me what happened."
"Nothing happened, okay? I think I just… I just don't… something was missing."
"After four months?"
"After four months," she repeated with a lump in her throat. This was absolutely embarrassing for her. She just waited for him to explode in laughter. Just like he did in the library in fourth year.
Why in the world did she feel so vulnerable right now? "I think something might be wrong with me."
He closed the gap between them. His hands grabbed her face and she wanted to cry. "Look at me, Granger."
She didn't know why but she obeyed.
"Don't you think something is wrong with you ever again, do you hear me? You just ended a relationship in which you ran around unsatisfied for fucking four months. You're a little rusty, maybe need some inspiration to help get things going… but there is absolutely nothing wrong with you." He smelled like peppermint, whiskey and old parchment. Her eyes teared up and she was certain it was the alcohol forcing her to do all these things. To show how terribly stupid she felt in front of the man she was convinced she hated.
"H-how am I going to fix this?" She whispered.
He took a deep breath but not once let go of her numb face in between his gloved hands. She wished secretly he would take them off and touch her skin.
"We have to experiment a little in the beginning, but I'm pretty sure this will be easier than you thought."
"We – as in you would teach me?" She wasn't sure if she had spoken up enough for him to hear her, but then he smiled softly.
"If that's what you want to call it, sure." His grin died when her mouth parted, closed and then parted again. "Will you let me help you to make you feel good, Granger?"
Something snapped inside of her at the hoarsely tone in his voice. She lost it.
"Teach me, please. I need to feel good again. Fix me."
The world around her disappeared as soon as he leaned into her, his eyes didn't leave hers until her breath hit his lips. He kissed her with a guttural moan escaping his chest. Oh, he had the softest lips she ever felt on hers.
His fingers dug slightly along the sides of her face, until he reached her hair.
She wanted to open her mouth, let him discover her. But her brain suddenly rebooted, and she retreated. He gasped and his eyes shot open when she tried to pull down his hands from her cheeks.
"Wait," she panted, "why would you want to do this? What is in it for you?"
His eyes widened at her change of thoughts. "You have no idea, do you?"
One of his hands around her face loosened, trailed down her body to her chest where he untangled her crossed arms. She wanted to let them drop to her sides, but he caught one of them, squeezing her right hand.
They both looked down in between their bodies, and she was dumbfounded when he pulled her hand towards his crotch. He pressed it against the massive bulge in his trousers and she almost let out a moan of pleasure. He was more than massive.
How did she not know about this? It was too dark for her to look at it properly, but she felt him twitching inside his pants at her touch. As if she was possessed, she squeezed him eagerly. He was thick too. He tried to hold back a groan. Sweet Merlin.
She wanted to stroke him through the fabric, suddenly so needy for his erection that she felt her walls clench around nothing. She wanted him to fill her up, stretch her and make her feel forbidden things.
He stopped her hand movement abruptly, but he kept her fingers in place as if he tried to relish in the feeling of her palm pressed against his cock.
"That's what you do to me, Granger. Thinking about you getting yourself off, with or without me, makes me hard as fuck. I want to take care of you, make you feel good. You deserve that and more."
"Oh god… Malfoy…" she had to press her thighs together at his dirty words.
"You like it when I say these things to you, don't you, darling?" he kissed her again, rougher this time. She whimpered underneath his caress when he let go of her hand at his crotch and pulled her flush against his muscled chest. She had to grab his jacket to not lose her balance, his hands sneaked into her open coat to dig into her hips. He held her like they both were about to drown, which in Hermione's case wouldn't be too far-fetched.
Him calling her 'darling' and his filthy mouth just gave her the rest. Her nipples ached underneath her bra, the raised peaks from either the cold weather or her arousal made her rub her body against him.
Their hands wandered over each other as if they felt another person for the first time. They both wanted this, and even though she had no logical explanation for the 'why'… she didn't mind. The only thing she could manage to think about was how good it would have felt if he made her scream his name. With his massive cock buried deep inside her.
The door behind them opened, and they both drifted apart when one of Hermione's neighbors left the building. Still dazed from what just happened she tried to keep her breath steady. His eyes laid hot on hers, when he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her after him. He hurried to grab the door as it closed, and they both sneaked inside.
They held hands and interlocked their fingers until she opened the door to her tiny flat. She had been worried that the spark would have faded on their way, but it seemed to only grow further.
Hermione's mind was racing as she tried to think if there was anything embarrassing on her bedroom floor. Or when she had shaved the last time… But Draco Malfoy didn't seem to be bothered by anything, pulling off his gloves and letting them drop on the dresser in the hallway.
He helped her out of her coat, his fingers longed to stroke her and her scarf was lost along the way. He stood behind her as he leaned down to attach his lips to her aching neck.
She moaned at the touch, and she pressed herself against his front as he added his tongue along her skin.
"So starved of touch…," he mumbled close to her ear, licked her and groaned himself when his cock rubbed against her backside. "… gonna make you come so hard."
She had no idea she was into dirty talk, but her center was dripping at his words. She winced as his hands moved to her front, stroking firmly over her sides and up to her full breasts. He kneaded them with just the right amount of pressure.
Draco Malfoy was a passionate man with a filthy mouth. His long fingers made out her nipples over her clothing immediately. He pinched them slightly, rolled them in his fingers and made her moan in desperation.
"Will you tell me what turns you on, or do you want me to find out for myself?" He whispered, kissed the back of her head before he let go of her mounds. He turned her around in a swift motion.
Hermione was out of breath from just letting him devour her. She was sure he was able to get her off just fine without her giving him any instructions. He seemed to know what he was doing to her, his eyes raked over her weakened body. Up and down…
She never really had expressed her sexual desires to anyone. She always just had gone with whatever was offered to her, and sometimes it was good and more often it was… not enough…
"Talk to me," he said as he took off his jacket without ever taking his eyes off her. "You must have some fantasies you never told anyone about. Today is your lucky day, I'm sure I can fulfill almost every single one of them."
That did make her cunt throb, and she just had to press her legs together. He noticed it with a wink; a grin on his face.
"I… what are you into?" She asked with a nervous laugh.
He raised his eyebrows when he nodded towards the hallway behind her. "Show me your bedroom."
She took a deep breath and led the way. He was close behind her when they entered, and she was relieved to find her room in acceptable condition. He closed the door behind them with his foot.
"Get on the bed," he ordered without wasting more time. Hermione was surprised to learn that she responded to his command with goosebumps as they erupted all over her body.
She sat down on her mattress, watching him as he stepped closer. Her anticipation grew.
"Be a good girl and make yourself comfortable," he whispered with hungry eyes that flew over her figure. It was dark in the room, the moonshine the only source of light. Enough for them to see each other clearly. He looked beautiful.
"Don't you want me to get undressed first?" She asked breathlessly, her head bended backwards to be able to investigate his face as he stepped in between her legs. His knee nudged them open without much effort.
"No."
She stared at him for a moment, unsure if he was joking. But when he started to look impatient with her, she decided to just go with it.
She crawled backwards onto her bed, until her head met her pillows and she sank down without losing eye contact. He looked satisfied with her.
"Show me how you touch yourself when you're alone," he demanded casually, no hint of amusement in his voice. She swallowed and he must have noticed how uncomfortable that thought made her. His own hands closed around his belt buckle and the sound of the metal as he opened it made her shiver.
"Come on, Granger" he hummed, "The first one belongs to yourself."
She was consumed by his fingers as he opened the button of his pants and the zipper followed shortly after. She could have always said no…
"That's a good girl, I'm right here to help you." He almost grunted out, her fingers nestled at the buttons of her own pants to open them. 'Good girl' really sounded nice to her. She wanted to be good for this man.
He let his knees dip onto the mattress as he kept watching her, his pants opened and one of his hands reached for her thigh. She almost moaned when his fingers stroke the outside of her leg firmly. She felt encouraged when her right hand disappeared underneath her knickers. She wanted to do this for him and herself. She wanted to come so badly.
"That's it, close your eyes and tell me what you feel," the way he talked was proof enough to her how aroused he was himself, "tell me what my fingers are missing out on right now."
Something in Hermione snapped, her fingers coated in her own wetness instantly when she spread her lower lips and ran down her slick center. A rumbling thunder went through her spine into her stomach.
"God… it's… wet…," she whispered and her eyes fluttered shut.
"Hmmm… what made you so wet, Granger?"
"You." She didn't have to think twice about it.
He squeezed her thigh. "That's right, rub that clit a little harder and I'll tell you what I'm into."
She obeyed him immediately and a shaky moan escaped her parted lips. The pressure she put on her sensitive clit felt good. She wondered what his long fingers would be able to do to her though.
"I like it hard, Granger," he voiced hoarsely. "There will be nothing better than my huge cock buried deep inside that little cunt of yours. I will need to be careful to not break you when I fuck you into the mattress."
The pull in her core awoke a little too abrupt. It went right through her spine, and she rubbed herself harder as a result. Fuck… she felt like she was drowning in her own pleasure.
"Oh god…don't be gentle." She whimpered and her lids fluttered in ecstasy when she heard how his clothing rustled and he shifted.
"Fuck… you like it rough? Do you like the pain?" A deep groan escaped his chest when he pulled himself with one hand out of his briefs and pants all together. Her walls clenched around nothing when she saw how big he was. Long and thick…
"Talk to me, Granger," he stroked himself once, his eyes closed, and she couldn't stop staring at his fingers closed around himself.
She couldn't believe how good she felt from just his words, how much she craved for him to thrust deep into her. She wanted him to have the same pleasure.
"Your cock is so huge, Malfoy. You'll destroy me and I will enjoy every second of it." His fingers on her thigh dug into her so hard that she was sure he left bruises behind.
"Fuck… yeah… like that… gonna make you take it all until you beg me to stop." He found a regular rhythm to pleasure himself and she unconsciously matched that rhythm with her own hand. Her fingertips started to feel numb, and the knot grew into a ball of energy. Her eyes fluttered shut again as the ball started to wander inside of her. She wanted to get lost in this moment.
"Will you choke me?" She just had to ask… this was something she always wanted to try with someone. Nobody ever took her seriously.
What happened then made her see stars. His fingers left her thigh, and she felt the mattress underneath her shift abruptly. His hands closed around her neck and her eyes flew open. His face was so close to hers now that she could feel his hot and heavy breath against her temple.
"You'll breathe when I tell you to," he squeezed her throat without hesitation and her breath could barely escape her lungs at the pressure. That did it for her.
She bucked her hips; her legs shook violently as her entire body began to spasm underneath both of their rough hands. She let go and gasped for air as she screamed and came hard around nothing. Four months of tension left her body … just like her soul.
Her mouth felt dry as the desert when his fingers loosened around her neck. They stroked down to her chest where he pressed his palm against her racing heart. Her hand slipped out of her drenched knickers.