Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine!!!! And when you see equal signs around a word such as =happy=, it's my sign for italics. I don't know how to do them, so just pretend.
WARNING: This chapter contains a very OOC Hermione. But I had to write it, OK! My fingers just started typing, and I couldn't stop! Seriously!
And happy 4-20! (Just kidding, I'm not really into that.)
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Yes, today was going to be a good day. Although it may not seem as though a decision like this was possible to make overnight, it had happened. Hermione Granger had woken up determined to stop taking people's shit.
Sure, she was still going to be the same person. Smart, nice, helpful. But now, just a little bit different. Hermione had been at Hogwarts for seven years, and she was =not= going to be remembered as that bookish dork who never did anything dangerous short of returning a book to the library a day late.
It was time to finally just say what she'd wanted to say to people since the first day she'd walked into school.
"Parvati, you are a slut." She practiced. Okay, maybe not that blunt.
"I've been walked all over by everybody in this school." She thought. "I've had sex, and I would've done it again." Admittedly, the whole sex thing was a bad excuse for the source of her newfound confidence. But why deny it? She =wanted= to stop being looked upon as naïve and unproven.
It was time to be something different.
Hermione glanced in the mirror and closed her eyes a little bit. No, her hair didn't look any different when she squinted. Due to the humidity it had poufed up to twice its normal size.
"Dammit, where's a freaking hairtie?" she looked across her dresser, irritated. Hermione finally located one and wrapped her hair into a messy bun.
"Time to go." She said, glancing at her watch. Hermione grabbed a canvas bag off her bed and threw it over her shoulder.
***Classroom***
When Hermione walked into the room five minutes early she was a bit surprised to see Malfoy there already. But it was all the same to her. Hermione was eager to start the lesson to see if her little Cosmo tricks were worth memorizing.
"What's in the bag, Granger?" he asked. She set it down on a table.
"Just a few things." She said. "Can we get started?" He raised his eyebrows at her enthusiasm.
"Sure, whatever." Malfoy said. "What's on the agenda for today?" Hermione took a deep breath and began talking.
"I think I should explain to you why I really wanted to get these lessons." Malfoy nodded.
"Go ahead."
"Okay, well. You know about that night that I didn't want to sleep with Ron." Hermione began, a bit embarrassedly. "And I won't go into details about that. But you also know he broke up with me. And he's now dating this amazing, beautiful girl that I've got nothing on. And I need to build up my confidence so I can get him back." Malfoy suppressed a bit of a laugh.
"Whatever you say, Granger." He said. "But really, what did you have in mind?" Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out her Cosmopolitan.
"This." She said, handing it to him. He leafed briefly through it.
"Interesting." Malfoy commented. "But why are you showing this to me?" Hermione reached over and opened to a page she'd turned the corner down on.
"75 Sex Moves He'll Never, Ever Forget." Malfoy read aloud. Then he burst out laughing. "You want to try these on Weasley?" he asked incredulously.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Obviously. I mean, I asked Parvati and Lavender about this girl Ron's seeing, and they told me that she's definitely had way more, well, experience than me." She met Malfoy's skeptical stare. "It's your payment." She said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Fine." Malfoy said, shaking his head. Then he looked at her momentarily. "Hey, can I ask you something? Where exactly did this bold new Hermione come from?"
"I don't know." She replied. "And really, it's not exactly a matter I'm willing to discuss with you."
"Just a question." He said. Hermione contemplated the situation for a moment.
"I guess I just don't want to lose him, you know? He's a great guy. You have no idea."
"Yeah, and you doubt I ever will, right? Oh, the insanity of it all." He said mockingly. And to think I could've been friends with such a great guy."
"Hey, no need to be rude." She said. "And anyway, it could do you well to have a friend. A =real= one, I mean." Hermione said, a pang of anger forming in her stomach. Who was he to insult her friends? "I mean, besides those two overgrown morons you hang around with."
"You know, I would've thought a smart girl like you would've figured me out by now." Draco said, his eyes narrowing. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Of course I know that Crabbe and Goyle are fucking morons. But the leader has to have followers, right?" he asked.
"I decided a long time ago not try and figure you out, Malfoy." She replied. His expression suddenly changed to one of interest. A small smirk formed on his face.
"Oh, so you've spent some of your spare time thinking about me, have you?" he asked.
"Well, yes, I suppose, because when you do hateful and cruel things to someone, they tend to stick out in the person's mind." Hermione said.
"Does Ron know that you're learning how to pleasure him from a little magazine guidebook?" Draco asked suddenly. "Oh WAIT a second, he doesn't know that you've been "fraternizing with the enemy", so to speak, now does he? You blame him for dating some other girl, when you're spending your Saturday nights making out with the person who's made his life hell for six and a half years, Granger. Quite hypocritical, if you ask me." Hermione could only glare at him. "And what would little Weasley say if he were to find out about our secret rendezvous, hm? Bet he wouldn't be too happy."
"Malfoy, if you tell him, you'll just be exposing yourself." She said icily. He shook his head mockingly.
"Perhaps you haven't figured me out quite as much as I thought you had." He said. "In this school, I am a fucking God. If I were to say, perhaps, that you came onto me in a delirious haze brought on by losing your one true love, there's going to be about three people in the entire school who won't believe me. And I think you know who I'm talking about. Anything I tell these people, they'll believe. Me, or my father if necessary, could assure to that. So don't think you have your own little card to play by telling on me. Because it would just turn around and bite you in the ass, Granger." He said.
Hermione had half (well, more, I suppose) a mind to turn around and never come back. But she figured that Malfoy might get angry at losing his payment and spill the secret. And, sensibly, where was she honestly going to find another guy to teach her this stuff? So she simply looked at him calmly and said,
"Fine. We'll make a deal. We don't try to figure out each other's psyche. Ever. I don't ask about your clouded ideals and family history, and you don't ask about my past with guys or my relationship with Ron. Or anything. Just no questions in general. Okay?" she asked.
"Deal." Malfoy said, extending his hand. Hermione took it. "So, back to the lesson."
"Yes, back to the lesson." She said. "You. Sit. There." She pointed to a chair. He contemplated the order for a minute, then sat as directed. Hermione had earlier made a decision to finally take charge of this whole lesson thing, completely. That meant a little extra work for her, but what the hell? She could be daring. Her experiences with Ron and, needless to say, with Chuck and that whole crazy summer, would finally pay off. In those eight weeks they did a lot of stuff. Hermione had learned much more than she'd ever care to admit.
"I'm going to blindfold you." She said, taking out a black scarf. Malfoy laughed. She glared at him, then proceeded to tie it around his eyes. "How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked.
"Enough to give Ron pleasure, I'm sure." He said. Hermione rolled her eyes and continued his bondage to the chair. "Is there a reason I can't move my arms and legs?" he asked.
"Yes." Hermione replied simply. "Now, you're going to tell me what feels good." She said. (A/N: I'm sure by now you're ready to throw up, but please bear with me here…)
"Oh, I am?" he asked.
"Yes." She replied again. She turned to page 172, then looked over the list and picked out a good, simple one to start with.
"This is it, Hermione." She thought. "Just do it." She leaned over Malfoy, who was still wearing his patented smirk, and pressed her lips to his, softly. Instantly his semi-smile faded and his lips parted to give her tongue access.
"Not just yet." She said, pulling back. "Just let me handle this, okay? I have a pretty good sense of what I'm doing." Hermione bit her lip; thankful he couldn't see the slight twinge of fear behind her eyes. She slowly lowered herself down until she was sitting on his legs. Then she resumed the slow, gentle kissing. He tried to build up speed, but that wasn't the way things were to work tonight. Every time Hermione increased the tempo a bit, she brought it back down as soon as she felt him start to slide out his tongue.
Slowly, veeery slowly, Hermione began to work her way down to his neck, then back up to his jaw line, and up to just below his ear.
"Good." He said into her hair.
Now that she was more relaxed, it was time to start the tricks. She'd memorized a few to start off with. "Here goes." She thought.
Hermione removed her mouth and reached her tongue out and flicked it along his ear once or twice, then kissed him a little more and did the same.
"Pret-" Malfoy began.
"Don't talk until I'm done." She said, not wanting him to break her concentration.
Hermione moved her lips back down his jaw, stopping to drag her tongue every now and then. Once she was midway down, she slid her tongue out once more and ran it across his cheek at an achingly slow pace, then back down again. The concept of licking someone's face was kinda disgusting, but Hermione figured she'd at least try it.
She resumed kissing him, but fiercer this time. The speed picked up, and she finally gave Malfoy's tongue access into her mouth. Hermione could literally feel their mouths generating heat together. She felt Malfoy pulling his arms instinctively; trying to touch her like a normal guy would when kissing a girl.
But this was all her. It was a learning experience.
She reached her hands up and ran them along his back, then up his neck. Their kisses became, if possible, more passionate, and she heard a small moan emanate from his throat. She sucked on his lower lip a bit, and then tried another of her tricks, pulling on his hair roughly, but still gently. Hermione was pleased with his responsive mmmmmmm.
Then suddenly, Hermione moved her mouth back over to the other side of his neck she hadn't kissed before. After dealing with that for a while, she resumed kissing him, but returned back to soft and gentle. She felt his tongue trying to part her lips, but she just pulled back and leaned over to whisper in his ear,
"No, no. Not right now, Malfoy," making sure her breath lingered on his skin. Then she returned to kissing him, touching her lips just barely to his.
At this point Hermione pulled out her last move for that particular moment, from Clay, 28.
She leaned in closer swiveled her hips against him; just barely making contact. It worked well because there was pressure against him one second, then the next, nothing. As she intensified the kiss one last time, she made the swirling more forceful, until she heard a louder groan from within his chest. Taking one last deep kiss, she pulled her head back and slid off of his legs.
She breathed deep the welcome oxygen, and noticed him equally relishing his air.
"Well?"
"So you learned all that from a magazine?" he asked, the smirk returning.
"No. But most of it." She said. "So? I mean, you seemed like you liked it pretty well."
"Not too bad." He said. "Truly. I never would have expected that from you in a million years. But don't worry, I'm not even going to begin to guess where you learned it."
"Chuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuck." Her mind inwardly screamed.
"Oh, I doubt you'd guess right anyway." She said. "So that was good? Ron would like it?"
"Basically. He'd have to be a eunuch to not enjoy that." He said. It was probably the one time in her life Hermione had actually enjoyed his blatant comments. "And don't take that as a compliment, really. It's just my inner male speaking."
"Okay. Good." Hermione said, ignoring him. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"No, not really. You just seemed a bit tentative. It kinda kills the mood." He said.
"Well, you're not exactly the greatest person to practice on. I mean, sure, you're good at kissing, from all your experience, but there is an element of, well, desire, I suppose, that's missing from us." She said. Malfoy's eyes took on a slightly mischievous glint.
"Are you saying." He began, "That right now, when I've just been worked up by a pretty amazing kiss, and I'm tied to a chair without the ability to move any of my arms and legs, despite all this, you don't want me at all?"
"Malfoy." She said. "Even if you were naked and begging me to 'pleasure you like only I know how', I still don't think I could feel any amount of desire whatsoever for you. You're too much of a jerk for me to want you in that way." She said.
"Understandable." He said. "But you have to admit, there's always that 'I'm a decent guy, you're a decent-enough looking girl, let's get together to satisfy our hormones' stuff going on." He said.
"You know Draco, you're right, actually." She said suddenly, taking on a fake innocent tone. Step One of the Getting Yourself Confident Program: Repay your enemies.
"Now that you mention it, in fact, you do look pretty sexy all tied up like that. You know, I just might want to…" she reached down and gently sat on his lap. "…Take off all your clothes." She slowly began to unbutton his shirt." Hermione started up into his eyes as she slid the fabric back from his shoulders.
"Oh really?" he asked.
"Yeah." She said, and kissed him fiercely, then pulled back, keeping her face in close range to his. "And after I have your shirt off, that is, if you weren't tied up… I'd slooowly undo your pants and then slide them down, along with those satin boxers I know your father monograms your initials on."
He snapped his head up. "And how did you know that?" he asked.
"Girls talk." She replied, then leaned down and unfastened his belt.
"Hey Draco, do you have any idea what we'd do =after= all your clothes were off?" she whispered, sliding down the zipper of his khakis.
"I couldn't fathom a guess." He mumbled.
"Well…" she said. "First, I'd let you take off all =my= clothes, as slowly as you wanted to." She played with the hem of her shirt a tiny bit, lifting it up to expose a few inches of skin. "And then, you could kiss me, =anywhere= you'd like." She watched as Draco blinked once or twice.
"Tell me, Malfoy." She continued. "If, and this is, if you weren't tied up, would you take me if I asked you?" She enjoyed the surprise that blanched his face. "Right here, right now, on that table over there? Would you give me the special, "Malfoy Treatment" I hear girls whispering about all the time?" she paused to look into his eyes. "Well?" He looked at her, and whispered in a slightly raspy voice,
"I think I could work something out."
"Well good." She moved her face closer to his. "But don't worry", she whispered into his ear seductively, then pulled back and stepped off his lap, "Cause I'm never, ever going to ask."
"W-What?" he asked. She shoved her magazine back into her bag and dropped some coins on the table.
"See ya." She gave a cheery wave and turned to leave.
"Could you maybe untie me?" he asked. Hermione turned around.
"You're a wizard. Put your wand to good use." She glanced down slightly towards his lap. "For once in your life." That said, she quickly turned to depart, leaving the half-undressed Draco gaping after her.
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Okay, I just wanted to share this with all of you. This is an actual sex move someone sent in to Cosmo:
"A religious ex used to turn on Christian TV and we'd listen to the preacher talk about sin while we got down and dirty." I literally laughed out loud when I read that.
Disclaimer: Not mine!!!! And when you see equal signs around a word such as =happy=, it's my sign for italics. I don't know how to do them, so just pretend.
WARNING: This chapter contains a very OOC Hermione. But I had to write it, OK! My fingers just started typing, and I couldn't stop! Seriously!
And happy 4-20! (Just kidding, I'm not really into that.)
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Yes, today was going to be a good day. Although it may not seem as though a decision like this was possible to make overnight, it had happened. Hermione Granger had woken up determined to stop taking people's shit.
Sure, she was still going to be the same person. Smart, nice, helpful. But now, just a little bit different. Hermione had been at Hogwarts for seven years, and she was =not= going to be remembered as that bookish dork who never did anything dangerous short of returning a book to the library a day late.
It was time to finally just say what she'd wanted to say to people since the first day she'd walked into school.
"Parvati, you are a slut." She practiced. Okay, maybe not that blunt.
"I've been walked all over by everybody in this school." She thought. "I've had sex, and I would've done it again." Admittedly, the whole sex thing was a bad excuse for the source of her newfound confidence. But why deny it? She =wanted= to stop being looked upon as naïve and unproven.
It was time to be something different.
Hermione glanced in the mirror and closed her eyes a little bit. No, her hair didn't look any different when she squinted. Due to the humidity it had poufed up to twice its normal size.
"Dammit, where's a freaking hairtie?" she looked across her dresser, irritated. Hermione finally located one and wrapped her hair into a messy bun.
"Time to go." She said, glancing at her watch. Hermione grabbed a canvas bag off her bed and threw it over her shoulder.
***Classroom***
When Hermione walked into the room five minutes early she was a bit surprised to see Malfoy there already. But it was all the same to her. Hermione was eager to start the lesson to see if her little Cosmo tricks were worth memorizing.
"What's in the bag, Granger?" he asked. She set it down on a table.
"Just a few things." She said. "Can we get started?" He raised his eyebrows at her enthusiasm.
"Sure, whatever." Malfoy said. "What's on the agenda for today?" Hermione took a deep breath and began talking.
"I think I should explain to you why I really wanted to get these lessons." Malfoy nodded.
"Go ahead."
"Okay, well. You know about that night that I didn't want to sleep with Ron." Hermione began, a bit embarrassedly. "And I won't go into details about that. But you also know he broke up with me. And he's now dating this amazing, beautiful girl that I've got nothing on. And I need to build up my confidence so I can get him back." Malfoy suppressed a bit of a laugh.
"Whatever you say, Granger." He said. "But really, what did you have in mind?" Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out her Cosmopolitan.
"This." She said, handing it to him. He leafed briefly through it.
"Interesting." Malfoy commented. "But why are you showing this to me?" Hermione reached over and opened to a page she'd turned the corner down on.
"75 Sex Moves He'll Never, Ever Forget." Malfoy read aloud. Then he burst out laughing. "You want to try these on Weasley?" he asked incredulously.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Obviously. I mean, I asked Parvati and Lavender about this girl Ron's seeing, and they told me that she's definitely had way more, well, experience than me." She met Malfoy's skeptical stare. "It's your payment." She said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Fine." Malfoy said, shaking his head. Then he looked at her momentarily. "Hey, can I ask you something? Where exactly did this bold new Hermione come from?"
"I don't know." She replied. "And really, it's not exactly a matter I'm willing to discuss with you."
"Just a question." He said. Hermione contemplated the situation for a moment.
"I guess I just don't want to lose him, you know? He's a great guy. You have no idea."
"Yeah, and you doubt I ever will, right? Oh, the insanity of it all." He said mockingly. And to think I could've been friends with such a great guy."
"Hey, no need to be rude." She said. "And anyway, it could do you well to have a friend. A =real= one, I mean." Hermione said, a pang of anger forming in her stomach. Who was he to insult her friends? "I mean, besides those two overgrown morons you hang around with."
"You know, I would've thought a smart girl like you would've figured me out by now." Draco said, his eyes narrowing. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Of course I know that Crabbe and Goyle are fucking morons. But the leader has to have followers, right?" he asked.
"I decided a long time ago not try and figure you out, Malfoy." She replied. His expression suddenly changed to one of interest. A small smirk formed on his face.
"Oh, so you've spent some of your spare time thinking about me, have you?" he asked.
"Well, yes, I suppose, because when you do hateful and cruel things to someone, they tend to stick out in the person's mind." Hermione said.
"Does Ron know that you're learning how to pleasure him from a little magazine guidebook?" Draco asked suddenly. "Oh WAIT a second, he doesn't know that you've been "fraternizing with the enemy", so to speak, now does he? You blame him for dating some other girl, when you're spending your Saturday nights making out with the person who's made his life hell for six and a half years, Granger. Quite hypocritical, if you ask me." Hermione could only glare at him. "And what would little Weasley say if he were to find out about our secret rendezvous, hm? Bet he wouldn't be too happy."
"Malfoy, if you tell him, you'll just be exposing yourself." She said icily. He shook his head mockingly.
"Perhaps you haven't figured me out quite as much as I thought you had." He said. "In this school, I am a fucking God. If I were to say, perhaps, that you came onto me in a delirious haze brought on by losing your one true love, there's going to be about three people in the entire school who won't believe me. And I think you know who I'm talking about. Anything I tell these people, they'll believe. Me, or my father if necessary, could assure to that. So don't think you have your own little card to play by telling on me. Because it would just turn around and bite you in the ass, Granger." He said.
Hermione had half (well, more, I suppose) a mind to turn around and never come back. But she figured that Malfoy might get angry at losing his payment and spill the secret. And, sensibly, where was she honestly going to find another guy to teach her this stuff? So she simply looked at him calmly and said,
"Fine. We'll make a deal. We don't try to figure out each other's psyche. Ever. I don't ask about your clouded ideals and family history, and you don't ask about my past with guys or my relationship with Ron. Or anything. Just no questions in general. Okay?" she asked.
"Deal." Malfoy said, extending his hand. Hermione took it. "So, back to the lesson."
"Yes, back to the lesson." She said. "You. Sit. There." She pointed to a chair. He contemplated the order for a minute, then sat as directed. Hermione had earlier made a decision to finally take charge of this whole lesson thing, completely. That meant a little extra work for her, but what the hell? She could be daring. Her experiences with Ron and, needless to say, with Chuck and that whole crazy summer, would finally pay off. In those eight weeks they did a lot of stuff. Hermione had learned much more than she'd ever care to admit.
"I'm going to blindfold you." She said, taking out a black scarf. Malfoy laughed. She glared at him, then proceeded to tie it around his eyes. "How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked.
"Enough to give Ron pleasure, I'm sure." He said. Hermione rolled her eyes and continued his bondage to the chair. "Is there a reason I can't move my arms and legs?" he asked.
"Yes." Hermione replied simply. "Now, you're going to tell me what feels good." She said. (A/N: I'm sure by now you're ready to throw up, but please bear with me here…)
"Oh, I am?" he asked.
"Yes." She replied again. She turned to page 172, then looked over the list and picked out a good, simple one to start with.
"This is it, Hermione." She thought. "Just do it." She leaned over Malfoy, who was still wearing his patented smirk, and pressed her lips to his, softly. Instantly his semi-smile faded and his lips parted to give her tongue access.
"Not just yet." She said, pulling back. "Just let me handle this, okay? I have a pretty good sense of what I'm doing." Hermione bit her lip; thankful he couldn't see the slight twinge of fear behind her eyes. She slowly lowered herself down until she was sitting on his legs. Then she resumed the slow, gentle kissing. He tried to build up speed, but that wasn't the way things were to work tonight. Every time Hermione increased the tempo a bit, she brought it back down as soon as she felt him start to slide out his tongue.
Slowly, veeery slowly, Hermione began to work her way down to his neck, then back up to his jaw line, and up to just below his ear.
"Good." He said into her hair.
Now that she was more relaxed, it was time to start the tricks. She'd memorized a few to start off with. "Here goes." She thought.
Hermione removed her mouth and reached her tongue out and flicked it along his ear once or twice, then kissed him a little more and did the same.
"Pret-" Malfoy began.
"Don't talk until I'm done." She said, not wanting him to break her concentration.
Hermione moved her lips back down his jaw, stopping to drag her tongue every now and then. Once she was midway down, she slid her tongue out once more and ran it across his cheek at an achingly slow pace, then back down again. The concept of licking someone's face was kinda disgusting, but Hermione figured she'd at least try it.
She resumed kissing him, but fiercer this time. The speed picked up, and she finally gave Malfoy's tongue access into her mouth. Hermione could literally feel their mouths generating heat together. She felt Malfoy pulling his arms instinctively; trying to touch her like a normal guy would when kissing a girl.
But this was all her. It was a learning experience.
She reached her hands up and ran them along his back, then up his neck. Their kisses became, if possible, more passionate, and she heard a small moan emanate from his throat. She sucked on his lower lip a bit, and then tried another of her tricks, pulling on his hair roughly, but still gently. Hermione was pleased with his responsive mmmmmmm.
Then suddenly, Hermione moved her mouth back over to the other side of his neck she hadn't kissed before. After dealing with that for a while, she resumed kissing him, but returned back to soft and gentle. She felt his tongue trying to part her lips, but she just pulled back and leaned over to whisper in his ear,
"No, no. Not right now, Malfoy," making sure her breath lingered on his skin. Then she returned to kissing him, touching her lips just barely to his.
At this point Hermione pulled out her last move for that particular moment, from Clay, 28.
She leaned in closer swiveled her hips against him; just barely making contact. It worked well because there was pressure against him one second, then the next, nothing. As she intensified the kiss one last time, she made the swirling more forceful, until she heard a louder groan from within his chest. Taking one last deep kiss, she pulled her head back and slid off of his legs.
She breathed deep the welcome oxygen, and noticed him equally relishing his air.
"Well?"
"So you learned all that from a magazine?" he asked, the smirk returning.
"No. But most of it." She said. "So? I mean, you seemed like you liked it pretty well."
"Not too bad." He said. "Truly. I never would have expected that from you in a million years. But don't worry, I'm not even going to begin to guess where you learned it."
"Chuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuckchuck." Her mind inwardly screamed.
"Oh, I doubt you'd guess right anyway." She said. "So that was good? Ron would like it?"
"Basically. He'd have to be a eunuch to not enjoy that." He said. It was probably the one time in her life Hermione had actually enjoyed his blatant comments. "And don't take that as a compliment, really. It's just my inner male speaking."
"Okay. Good." Hermione said, ignoring him. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"No, not really. You just seemed a bit tentative. It kinda kills the mood." He said.
"Well, you're not exactly the greatest person to practice on. I mean, sure, you're good at kissing, from all your experience, but there is an element of, well, desire, I suppose, that's missing from us." She said. Malfoy's eyes took on a slightly mischievous glint.
"Are you saying." He began, "That right now, when I've just been worked up by a pretty amazing kiss, and I'm tied to a chair without the ability to move any of my arms and legs, despite all this, you don't want me at all?"
"Malfoy." She said. "Even if you were naked and begging me to 'pleasure you like only I know how', I still don't think I could feel any amount of desire whatsoever for you. You're too much of a jerk for me to want you in that way." She said.
"Understandable." He said. "But you have to admit, there's always that 'I'm a decent guy, you're a decent-enough looking girl, let's get together to satisfy our hormones' stuff going on." He said.
"You know Draco, you're right, actually." She said suddenly, taking on a fake innocent tone. Step One of the Getting Yourself Confident Program: Repay your enemies.
"Now that you mention it, in fact, you do look pretty sexy all tied up like that. You know, I just might want to…" she reached down and gently sat on his lap. "…Take off all your clothes." She slowly began to unbutton his shirt." Hermione started up into his eyes as she slid the fabric back from his shoulders.
"Oh really?" he asked.
"Yeah." She said, and kissed him fiercely, then pulled back, keeping her face in close range to his. "And after I have your shirt off, that is, if you weren't tied up… I'd slooowly undo your pants and then slide them down, along with those satin boxers I know your father monograms your initials on."
He snapped his head up. "And how did you know that?" he asked.
"Girls talk." She replied, then leaned down and unfastened his belt.
"Hey Draco, do you have any idea what we'd do =after= all your clothes were off?" she whispered, sliding down the zipper of his khakis.
"I couldn't fathom a guess." He mumbled.
"Well…" she said. "First, I'd let you take off all =my= clothes, as slowly as you wanted to." She played with the hem of her shirt a tiny bit, lifting it up to expose a few inches of skin. "And then, you could kiss me, =anywhere= you'd like." She watched as Draco blinked once or twice.
"Tell me, Malfoy." She continued. "If, and this is, if you weren't tied up, would you take me if I asked you?" She enjoyed the surprise that blanched his face. "Right here, right now, on that table over there? Would you give me the special, "Malfoy Treatment" I hear girls whispering about all the time?" she paused to look into his eyes. "Well?" He looked at her, and whispered in a slightly raspy voice,
"I think I could work something out."
"Well good." She moved her face closer to his. "But don't worry", she whispered into his ear seductively, then pulled back and stepped off his lap, "Cause I'm never, ever going to ask."
"W-What?" he asked. She shoved her magazine back into her bag and dropped some coins on the table.
"See ya." She gave a cheery wave and turned to leave.
"Could you maybe untie me?" he asked. Hermione turned around.
"You're a wizard. Put your wand to good use." She glanced down slightly towards his lap. "For once in your life." That said, she quickly turned to depart, leaving the half-undressed Draco gaping after her.
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Okay, I just wanted to share this with all of you. This is an actual sex move someone sent in to Cosmo:
"A religious ex used to turn on Christian TV and we'd listen to the preacher talk about sin while we got down and dirty." I literally laughed out loud when I read that.