Rating- R
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, but the plot is straight from my crazy mind.
I don't really like this chapter, but it's part of the plot I wanted to get out of the way. And Happy Easter, if you celebrate it.
Hermione's Reflections:
"It's hard to admit how nervous I am right now. In less than ten hours I'll be at my first lesson with Malfoy." Hermione said to the mirror.
But is this wrong or immoral somehow? Me paying Malfoy to teach me how to, well, satisfy a guy? Should this feel dirty? Because it kind of does….
Just forget it, Hermione. He suggested it. So what if it seems corrupt somehow. It's funny, though, who would have thought, Draco Malfoy needing money, and getting it from Hermione Granger?"
Hermione glanced at the clothes strewn across her bed once more. Why was it so hard to pick something to wear? "Why should I worry about impressing him?" She finally decided to just get some breakfast and come back to the decision later.
"Oh wait, where did I hide the bag I keep my spare money in?" she wondered. Parvati and Lavender were always coming into her room to borrow something, and, while she trusted the somewhat, she didn't feel comfortable just leaving her money lying around. "Oh, I remember. In the closet." She said, after thinking for a minute. Hermione opened the door to her closet and spotted the purple velvet bag. She stood on her tiptoes to retrieve it.
"Arg, almost got it, umph." She said, stretching to her limits. The bag appeared to be stuck under something. "How did I get this up here in the first place?" she wondered. She gave it a final tug, and the bag came loose and toppled to the floor, bringing a box of pictures down with it. The bag fell with a soft clunk on the floor, but the box burst open and the pictures scattered everywhere.
Hermione tossed the bag on her bed and sighed, then bent down to gather up the photos. These were the non-moving kind, from her trip to visit her cousin Anna in Manhattan. She leafed through them quickly, the scenes from the photos bringing back nice memories from her past summer. She stuffed them back in the box and shoved it into the back of her closet, not bothering with getting it back on the shelf.
She was just heading over to count out some money to take when a picture she had missed caught her eye. Hermione bent down to pick it up, only to gasp when she saw what it contained. "No, no I threw all these away." She whispered. "I threw all of them away." Her hand trembled a bit and she quickly shoved the picture into the trash can. Then she slowly sat down on her bed, recollecting her thoughts. "I threw all of those away, I know I did. I know I did." She whispered. A tear landed on her arm before she even realized she'd been crying. "I don't want to remember anything about him. He doesn't deserve anything more from me." She smiled sadly. "He took enough in the first place."
Chuck Richardson. Sex god extraordinaire and king of the city. Just one look at this guy, and you could know you'd never sleep again until you got more of him. Anna had warned her about Chuck, but something about him; she just couldn't stay away. Hermione closed her eyes, unwilling to relive the whole thing. "To make a long story short, I slept with him, and the day after I found out he'd used me and had never loved me, even though he told me he did." She said out loud. "God, why did it take me five fucking months in therapy to be able to say that?"
"So basically several months and a few nightmares later, I'd forgotten about him." Thought Hermione.
She'd never told anyone. She hadn't even told Anna how far things had gotten with them. Ron certainly didn't know about her and Chuck. She wasn't afraid to tell him because he'd think she was a slut or something. She knew Ron would never do that. It was just, it had taken her so long to forget what had happened, she was afraid if she had to relive the whole summer she wouldn't be able to get over it again.
"I don't know if I'm that strong." She thought. Now, desperately in need of some food, she headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Draco's Reflections:
"Less than ten hours until we start this thing." He thought. Draco was still in bed, lying on his black sheets in just his boxers, the blankets barely covering his bare chest (sorry, couldn't resist the mental picture).
To be honest, he didn't really know what Hermione expected him to teach her. To kiss? Touch? More, maybe?
"All that really matters is I get my money." He thought, frowning. In all of his sixteen years, he'd never had to know what it was like to want. Any girl he wanted, he could have. Any sort of room, or teacher, or grade he wanted. His. So why was Lucius suddenly acting like such a parent to him, trying to teach him to budget and shit like that?
"God, the bitch better pay well." He thought, rolling out of bed and reaching for his pants. Not that he wouldn't enjoy this little setup with Hermione. She would definitely get her money's worth, the whole Malfoy experience. He could have a little fun with her, wreak a little havoc on her senses, his specialty. It could be very fun to help the virtuous girl enter a world completely opposite her own. Yes, he could have a good time doing this, actually.
Just as long as he got some fucking money.
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Well, I did my best with the deep thoughts.
The next chapter will be their first session, as things go along I may have to up the rating…. What would you think about that?
Reviews are, as always, welcome!
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I couldn't believe I got 27 reviews for one chapter! Thank you all so much!
Key, Kasumi Greenleaf, Shakespeare Diva, Stargirl, Megan, Noelle, Angel, Jewels, Dragon 31, bumblebee, Alanna Roseguard, Sucker for Romance, Mione G, Draco's gurl, neato, Icy Stormz, Sai, Arwen Undomiel, Athena's Quill, twisted sister, Hellbound, Hermione M., and Coffee for reviewing.
And I wanted to respond to one or two ppl…
Starshine- I didn't know if that was dumbfounded good or bad, if good, I'm glad you liked it, if bad, thanks for being honest and giving my story a try.
DarkAngel009988- I felt that way about her talking, too. But I figured it wasn't that bad, and she was just supposed to be in a bad mood. For the most part she won't be swearing like that, so I hope you keep reading.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, but the plot is straight from my crazy mind.
I don't really like this chapter, but it's part of the plot I wanted to get out of the way. And Happy Easter, if you celebrate it.
Hermione's Reflections:
"It's hard to admit how nervous I am right now. In less than ten hours I'll be at my first lesson with Malfoy." Hermione said to the mirror.
But is this wrong or immoral somehow? Me paying Malfoy to teach me how to, well, satisfy a guy? Should this feel dirty? Because it kind of does….
Just forget it, Hermione. He suggested it. So what if it seems corrupt somehow. It's funny, though, who would have thought, Draco Malfoy needing money, and getting it from Hermione Granger?"
Hermione glanced at the clothes strewn across her bed once more. Why was it so hard to pick something to wear? "Why should I worry about impressing him?" She finally decided to just get some breakfast and come back to the decision later.
"Oh wait, where did I hide the bag I keep my spare money in?" she wondered. Parvati and Lavender were always coming into her room to borrow something, and, while she trusted the somewhat, she didn't feel comfortable just leaving her money lying around. "Oh, I remember. In the closet." She said, after thinking for a minute. Hermione opened the door to her closet and spotted the purple velvet bag. She stood on her tiptoes to retrieve it.
"Arg, almost got it, umph." She said, stretching to her limits. The bag appeared to be stuck under something. "How did I get this up here in the first place?" she wondered. She gave it a final tug, and the bag came loose and toppled to the floor, bringing a box of pictures down with it. The bag fell with a soft clunk on the floor, but the box burst open and the pictures scattered everywhere.
Hermione tossed the bag on her bed and sighed, then bent down to gather up the photos. These were the non-moving kind, from her trip to visit her cousin Anna in Manhattan. She leafed through them quickly, the scenes from the photos bringing back nice memories from her past summer. She stuffed them back in the box and shoved it into the back of her closet, not bothering with getting it back on the shelf.
She was just heading over to count out some money to take when a picture she had missed caught her eye. Hermione bent down to pick it up, only to gasp when she saw what it contained. "No, no I threw all these away." She whispered. "I threw all of them away." Her hand trembled a bit and she quickly shoved the picture into the trash can. Then she slowly sat down on her bed, recollecting her thoughts. "I threw all of those away, I know I did. I know I did." She whispered. A tear landed on her arm before she even realized she'd been crying. "I don't want to remember anything about him. He doesn't deserve anything more from me." She smiled sadly. "He took enough in the first place."
Chuck Richardson. Sex god extraordinaire and king of the city. Just one look at this guy, and you could know you'd never sleep again until you got more of him. Anna had warned her about Chuck, but something about him; she just couldn't stay away. Hermione closed her eyes, unwilling to relive the whole thing. "To make a long story short, I slept with him, and the day after I found out he'd used me and had never loved me, even though he told me he did." She said out loud. "God, why did it take me five fucking months in therapy to be able to say that?"
"So basically several months and a few nightmares later, I'd forgotten about him." Thought Hermione.
She'd never told anyone. She hadn't even told Anna how far things had gotten with them. Ron certainly didn't know about her and Chuck. She wasn't afraid to tell him because he'd think she was a slut or something. She knew Ron would never do that. It was just, it had taken her so long to forget what had happened, she was afraid if she had to relive the whole summer she wouldn't be able to get over it again.
"I don't know if I'm that strong." She thought. Now, desperately in need of some food, she headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Draco's Reflections:
"Less than ten hours until we start this thing." He thought. Draco was still in bed, lying on his black sheets in just his boxers, the blankets barely covering his bare chest (sorry, couldn't resist the mental picture).
To be honest, he didn't really know what Hermione expected him to teach her. To kiss? Touch? More, maybe?
"All that really matters is I get my money." He thought, frowning. In all of his sixteen years, he'd never had to know what it was like to want. Any girl he wanted, he could have. Any sort of room, or teacher, or grade he wanted. His. So why was Lucius suddenly acting like such a parent to him, trying to teach him to budget and shit like that?
"God, the bitch better pay well." He thought, rolling out of bed and reaching for his pants. Not that he wouldn't enjoy this little setup with Hermione. She would definitely get her money's worth, the whole Malfoy experience. He could have a little fun with her, wreak a little havoc on her senses, his specialty. It could be very fun to help the virtuous girl enter a world completely opposite her own. Yes, he could have a good time doing this, actually.
Just as long as he got some fucking money.
************
Well, I did my best with the deep thoughts.
The next chapter will be their first session, as things go along I may have to up the rating…. What would you think about that?
Reviews are, as always, welcome!
************
I couldn't believe I got 27 reviews for one chapter! Thank you all so much!
Key, Kasumi Greenleaf, Shakespeare Diva, Stargirl, Megan, Noelle, Angel, Jewels, Dragon 31, bumblebee, Alanna Roseguard, Sucker for Romance, Mione G, Draco's gurl, neato, Icy Stormz, Sai, Arwen Undomiel, Athena's Quill, twisted sister, Hellbound, Hermione M., and Coffee for reviewing.
And I wanted to respond to one or two ppl…
Starshine- I didn't know if that was dumbfounded good or bad, if good, I'm glad you liked it, if bad, thanks for being honest and giving my story a try.
DarkAngel009988- I felt that way about her talking, too. But I figured it wasn't that bad, and she was just supposed to be in a bad mood. For the most part she won't be swearing like that, so I hope you keep reading.