Rating: R
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A/N: Sorry I haven't gotten my other fic out yet, I had this totally bitchy paper to write, but now that it's over I'm more on less back on track.
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"OW!" yelled Hermione as she was shoved against the wall of their designated classroom. "What is your problem Malfoy?" Draco's angry face was close to hers and his hands had her arms pinned above her head.
"Um, could you let me go, maybe?" she asked.
"Let's get one thing straight, Granger." He seethed. "You pull any more shit like last week, and you can kiss you little lessons good-bye. If you ever try anything like that again, you are dead, do you hear me?"
"Why Malfoy, I thought you'd appreciate my little demonstration of what I've learned." She said.
"No, I didn't, actually. Because in case you haven't noticed, I could care less about you, remember? For the fiftieth fucking time, I want my money. Weather or not the Magic Slut Act I'm teaching you works on Ron is no concern of mine."
"God, Malfoy, give it a rest. I know you're a heartless, self- obsessed jerk. You don't have to keep putting yourself down all the time. It's really not necessary." She looked at him, fake concern on her face. "Really." He pressed her body harder against the wall. His grip almost cut off the circulation to her hands, and she struggled a bit to free them.
"I guess I couldn't expect to get a real argument out of such and inexperienced little brat like you." He said, boring his icy eyes into hers.
"Fine, if you insist. Let's argue." Hermione said. "But where shall we begin? Perhaps we'll go back and forth insulting each other's friends for awhile, then exchange comments about your unloving, coldhearted parents and mine, who are, of course, muggle dentists, then we'll talk about how I'm constantly studying and have no life, then about how you make games out of ruining people's lives and devirginizing unsuspecting girls? Hmm? Sound good to you?" She raised her eyebrow while fixing him with a challenging stare. He moved his face in closer.
"Bitch." He sneered into her face.
"Asshole." She replied. They remained like that for the briefest moment glaring and contemplating, but both knew the inevitable was coming.
And the kiss was amazing. Fiery, fueled by the hatred only two complete, sworn enemies can feel for each other. When Hermione pulled back, Draco was laughing once again.
"Anger's pretty fucking sexy, huh?" he asked.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"And my mood setting skills, really, I'm quite the genius." He said.
"What?" she demanded.
"Come on, Granger. Did you think I could stay mad at you?" he asked innocently. "Timing, mood. Both equally important and equally difficult to teach. I managed to combine them both into one lesson."
"What? You were pretending to be mad at me?" she said, still struggling against the grip he had on her.
"Come on." He said. "Your hands pinned above your head, hate and indignation burning inside of you, you didn't think that was sexy at all?"
"Maybe, with someone else. Not with you." She said, a bit mad and embarrassed at the same time.
"But you don't hate anyone else like you hate me." He said. "It doesn't work unless you truly loathe them."
Obviously, Hermione would never admit exactly how nice that had been. Not romantic in the slightest, but there was just something about it. That feeling of enjoying something you normally wouldn't. Like a day of thunderstorms and dark skies in the middle of the bright, cheerful summer.
"Whatever. Besides, everyone knows stuff like that. It really wasn't necessary." She said. He let go of her arms, rolling his eyes.
"So." Draco said. "What're we doing today?"
"I don't know." Hermione shrugged.
"Once again, you've planned nothing." He said. Sitting down.
"All right, Malfoy. She sat across from him. "I read there are four levels to the male orgasm. What do you say to this?" Hermione fixed him with an inquisitive look while resting her chin on her hand.
"Excuse me?" he said, her forwardness surprising him.
"The male orgasm. Cosmo pointed out that usually both people are so fixated on the woman's orgasm. No one ever really thinks about the male getting off. Any comments?"
He leaned across the table. "What are you asking here?"
"I'm asking." She said. "What would a guy like to feel or hear in order to have a really great sexual experience? What can make the orgasm really fantastic and just stick in his mind forever?" Draco got a strange look on his face for a moment.
"I don't know." He said finally.
Hermione could not believe she was sitting in a classroom having a relaxed conversation with Malfoy about orgasms, as if it were an everyday thing.
"You don't know?" she said. "I thought you were supposed to be some sort of sex god."
"Well, I am." He replied. "But I couldn't tell you, honestly. Every girl is so different. I'm always so caught up in the pleasure; I don't really even pay much attention to what she's doing. But that's a good thing, really. If the girl can make you forget where you are, I guess it must mean she's pretty good at what she's doing."
Hermione thought for a moment. "Malfoy, that's almost kind of sad, seriously. I mean, not to get into your personal life, but all you do when having sex is focus on yourself? Do you ever think how the girl feels?" she asked.
"No, not really." He replied. She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. They always get off, so what's the big deal?"
"How can you be so sure?" she asked. "Did you ever ask them?"
"Granger, you listen outside my bedroom door Friday nights, and you'll have no doubt in your mind." He said.
"Have you ever seen 'When Harry Met Sally'?" she asked.
"No. I don't even know what the hell that is." Hemione laughed.
"Never mind. But they could just be faking, you know." She said. Malfoy immediately glared at her.
"Oh, I'm sure Granger. You ask any girl. They'll tell you. Seriously, don't even try to get me doubting my sexual prowess. It's almost funny, someone actually thinking I don't always get a girl off."
"Why is that funny, Malfoy?" she asked.
"I couldn't expect you to understand, Granger." He said.
"Try me." She replied. Malfoy sighed.
"Have you ever had an orgasm?" he asked.
"What?" she asked. This definitely won the award for Weirdest Half Hour of Her Life.
"To understand what I'm getting at, you have to know what it feels like, and how hard it is to concentrate during such an intense sensation."
Well, obviously she had, with Chuck. But Hermione would never tell him that.
"No." she said.
"Well, having had many myself, I'll tell you there's just something so real and true about it. You could make sounds and shit like that, but no matter how hard you try, if the guy has any experience, he'll know what you're doing."
"So if I'm having sex with a guy and nothing's happening, I should just climb off him and say, "Sorry, but I cannot foresee an orgasm in the next fifteen minutes. Rather that hurt you by pretending, I'm just gonna go?" she said.
"Now that is probably the one thing you should never, ever do." He said.
"But I thought you just told me that the guy would know I wasn't really getting off." She said. "You are such a walking contradiction."
"Well, having never been another guy, I wouldn't really know, I guess. After all I've done, I know the real thing. But I don't think most eighteen-year-old guys would. After awhile, you really start to get this good intuition. You can just tell it's real, from the look in their eyes or the sounds. But it takes some time." He said. "In the beginning, I probably wouldn't have known the difference."
"But before you said that every girl was different. Maybe some of them know what they're doing more than you might think." She said. Malfoy just narrowed his eyes at her.
"Whatever. It's not necessary for me to doubt my skills. Besides, if a girl left my room without having a genuine orgasm, her best friend would know about it in two seconds flat. Five minutes later, it'd be around school. Trust me, as hard as it is to believe, there are people out there who would love to bring me down. So, if you've never heard anything, it's safe to say there's nothing to be heard."
Hermione had to admit he was right; no girl could ever keep something like that a secret. Malfoy stretched his arms out.
"And, you know, thanks for the advice, I suppose, but who's teaching whom here?" he said. "You wanna get back on track?" Hermione shook her head. "I'm sure, deep down, he's actually really insecure." She thought. Riiiiight.
"Okay Malfoy. We'll get back on track. You tell me what the greatest sex ever would be for you." She said. "If you got a girl who'd do anything to you, what would it be?"
"Oh, so is this supposed to be my fantasy?" he asked.
"Something like that, I suppose." She said.
"I'll only tell you if you tell me." He said, locking eyes with her. Hermione contemplated.
"Deal." She said. Malfoy sighed, and then closed his eyes.
"No specifics come to mind, really. A girl I didn't know, who was gorgeous and sexy. And who wanted me so badly it made her hurt, and I'd want her the exact same way. And my dark bedroom, with the black silk sheets. No lights anywhere, no candles or shit like that. If it was night, I'd open the curtains and let the moonlight spill in. Lots of kissing and touching, then perfect, hot, rough sex. Lots of screaming and moaning. And ice. Lots of ice." He said. "Mostly, it would be nice to just have a desire equal to my partners." He said.
Very briefly, his eyes clouded over, but like all mist it rolled away within a few seconds.
Hermione chose to ignore it for the time being, and simply raised an eyebrow. "That was, um, interesting." She said. "You have black silk sheets?"
"Satin, actually. But did you like that? I wasn't sure you'd be able to handle it." Hermione bit her lip to keep from psychoanalyzing his blatant need for someone to love him how he wanted to be loved, or at least to screw someone he truly had a serious desire for. It was the first time she'd actually felt sorry for Malfoy. He had just expressed one of his greatest wants without even realizing it. Acceptance, equality with a lover.
"Oh, I've heard worse." She said.
"Really?" he said, interested.
"Come on, Malfoy. I shared a room with Parvati and Lavender for six years. After awhile, I discovered that it was impossible to block them out."
"I see. So, your turn." He said.
"Oh." Hermione had forgotten about their deal. "Well, I guess it would just be a long-time boyfriend, that I knew loved me, and he'd cook me dinner or something, and then we'd go for a walk holding hands and just anticipating the night ahead, then go to his room and kiss softly until we were ready, and we'd just have sex gently, and when I woke up I knew he'd still be there."
Malfoy looked at her. "Are you a virgin?" he asked. Hermione's stomach dropped. Before, lying had been acceptable. What was lying about an orgasm compared to this? This, her virginity?
"Yes." She said, relief and remorse colliding simultaneously.
"I figured." He said. "But that sounded nice for a first time, for a chick anyway. It's always more important to them."
"How old were you?" she asked.
"Fifteen." He said. She nodded.
"Who was it?"
"A girl I met over the summer. She was sixteen. She said I was a natural. I figured I'd better use what talents I'd been bestowed with." He said.
Hermione couldn't help but think Draco had never experienced true romance in his life. And even worse yet, he seemed to have no problem with it. His brain was like a Rubix Cube. As soon as you think you've got one side, you turn it around and it's all mixed up.
"Oh." She simply replied. Hermione shook her head.
"Granger?"
"Yeah?"
"If you had been having sex awhile, what would you have a guy do if he'd do anything to you?" he asked.
"Unfair question." She stated.
"Oh, come on." Malfoy said. Hermione glared.
"I don't know enough to respond accurately." She said.
"Fine." Malfoy said. "Just thought if I knew, I could help you figure out how to get it." He said.
"Thanks for the thought."
"Sure, whatever." He said.
Hermione got a strange feeling inside. "Did I just thank Malfoy? Okay, just remember, you're doing this for Ron." She said to herself. "Because I love him and I want him." Well, it was time to snap back into action.
"Anything you just think I should flat out know?" she asked. Draco thought about this.
"Well, I already mentioned the ice thing. I think any guy would like that. The whole "human sundae" thing is way overrated, really, it's a total fucking mess, trust me. Be sure to look at him intently, it'll make him work for you. Being vocal is good, really vocal is even better. Tell him exactly how he makes you feel. When you think he's going to come, scream out his name like you want everyone in the world to hear it. Why don't you try it out?"
Hermione was a bit taken aback. "Try what?"
"Screaming my name." He said.
"What, now?" he asked.
"No, later when we're screwing each other in my bedroom." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Or course, now. It has to be full of passion, not some puny little whimper."
Hermione laughed. If Malfoy was expecting her to produce a "puny little whimper", she'd definitely give him a shock. They already kept a silencing charm on the room, so that was no obstacle.
"I don't really think it would work." She said. "In order to scream like I was having an orgasm, I'd have to be having one. And don't get any ideas."
"Damn, you read my mind." He said sarcastically.
"Well?" asked Malfoy.
"This ISN'T going to work." She said.
"Give it a try." Malfoy said.
Hermione smiled slightly. Fine, he wanted a scream, okay then. She closed her eyes and thought back to how Ron used to make her feel, back to the night with Chuck, conjuring up some thoughts of pleasure to give him a nice scream.
Satisfied, she gripped the arms of her chair, leaned back, and screamed "MALFOY!!!!" with all her might. The sound was throaty and perfect. Yes, she had certainly been given the gift of screaming guys' names. Hermione peered a cautious eye at Malfoy. He was laughing.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"No, that was perfect, really, it was. It's just funny. If we were to have sex right now, you'd scream out 'Malfoy'. I know it's what you know me as, but I mean, it's just my last name." He said.
"Well, if we were to have sex right now, you'd scream out 'Granger'." She said. "That is kinda funny, you're right." She laughed. "But the chances of us having sex are, as I said last week, nonexistent, so you don't have to worry about that."
"Obviously." He said. "I don't like doing virgins, anyway." He said. "You have to be so gentle and caring. Oh, are you okay? Oh, am I hurting you? I just try to avoid it."
Hermione shook her head. "That's insulting." Chuck hadn't been a virgin. He hadn't treated her like a chore that night. But of course, he had been doing her for personal gain.
"Hey, you'd feel the same way, trust me. After you're first time, you're going to be amazed at how much better it is."
"Well, obviously." She said. "But maybe if you knew how much it hurts, you wouldn't chastise them for having to go slow."
"You would know this how?" he asked.
"Shit." Thought Hermione, her stomach dropping a bit. "I've just heard." She said.
"Oh." Draco shrugged. "Well, just for background, I'd go for missionary your first time. After, feel free to experiment with anything."
"Right. Erm, thanks." She said. Something about this whole night was making Hermione's head spin. There had been so much to take in, all the facts, plus the brief appearance of Semi-Sensitive Draco.
Malfoy and her were so completely different; they almost canceled out each other, like a negative and a positive.
Or maybe, just maybe, they complemented each other perfectly.
No.
"I guess not." She thought.
'Have I lost you?" asked Draco.
"Huh?" she asked.
"I think we've done enough for tonight." He said.
"Yeah." Hermione said. She dazedly got up and handed him some coins. "See ya later."
Hermione left the room, thinking so hard it felt like two seconds had passed when she reached her room. She thought all through washing up, then when she climbed into bed she though even more.
One, she hated Malfoy. Two, he was a complete jackass. Three, he was probably the most sexually magnetic guy in school. Weather that was good or bad, she didn't know. Four, he was undeniably sexy. Five, he was so complex it would take forever to just to figure out how to decipher him, much less perform the actual action. Six, it appeared he was hiding a sensitive side so lost inside him he could only stumble upon it accidentally. Seven, he was her worst enemy. Eight, she shouldn't be thinking about him so much. Nine, she loved Ron. Ten, Ron suddenly seemed farther off then he'd ever been. Eleven, Hermione didn't know if she could ever get him back. Twelve, somehow, it didn't bring a sick, unbearable feeling to her stomach anymore. Thirteen, she suddenly didn't know what the hell she was doing with her life.
Hermione fell asleep before a fourteen, but what she had was definitely enough to last awhile.
If only she had known someone else was lying in their satin sheets at that very moment, thinking startlingly similar thoughts, perhaps it wouldn't have been quite so odd.
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A/N: Sorry I haven't gotten my other fic out yet, I had this totally bitchy paper to write, but now that it's over I'm more on less back on track.
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"OW!" yelled Hermione as she was shoved against the wall of their designated classroom. "What is your problem Malfoy?" Draco's angry face was close to hers and his hands had her arms pinned above her head.
"Um, could you let me go, maybe?" she asked.
"Let's get one thing straight, Granger." He seethed. "You pull any more shit like last week, and you can kiss you little lessons good-bye. If you ever try anything like that again, you are dead, do you hear me?"
"Why Malfoy, I thought you'd appreciate my little demonstration of what I've learned." She said.
"No, I didn't, actually. Because in case you haven't noticed, I could care less about you, remember? For the fiftieth fucking time, I want my money. Weather or not the Magic Slut Act I'm teaching you works on Ron is no concern of mine."
"God, Malfoy, give it a rest. I know you're a heartless, self- obsessed jerk. You don't have to keep putting yourself down all the time. It's really not necessary." She looked at him, fake concern on her face. "Really." He pressed her body harder against the wall. His grip almost cut off the circulation to her hands, and she struggled a bit to free them.
"I guess I couldn't expect to get a real argument out of such and inexperienced little brat like you." He said, boring his icy eyes into hers.
"Fine, if you insist. Let's argue." Hermione said. "But where shall we begin? Perhaps we'll go back and forth insulting each other's friends for awhile, then exchange comments about your unloving, coldhearted parents and mine, who are, of course, muggle dentists, then we'll talk about how I'm constantly studying and have no life, then about how you make games out of ruining people's lives and devirginizing unsuspecting girls? Hmm? Sound good to you?" She raised her eyebrow while fixing him with a challenging stare. He moved his face in closer.
"Bitch." He sneered into her face.
"Asshole." She replied. They remained like that for the briefest moment glaring and contemplating, but both knew the inevitable was coming.
And the kiss was amazing. Fiery, fueled by the hatred only two complete, sworn enemies can feel for each other. When Hermione pulled back, Draco was laughing once again.
"Anger's pretty fucking sexy, huh?" he asked.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"And my mood setting skills, really, I'm quite the genius." He said.
"What?" she demanded.
"Come on, Granger. Did you think I could stay mad at you?" he asked innocently. "Timing, mood. Both equally important and equally difficult to teach. I managed to combine them both into one lesson."
"What? You were pretending to be mad at me?" she said, still struggling against the grip he had on her.
"Come on." He said. "Your hands pinned above your head, hate and indignation burning inside of you, you didn't think that was sexy at all?"
"Maybe, with someone else. Not with you." She said, a bit mad and embarrassed at the same time.
"But you don't hate anyone else like you hate me." He said. "It doesn't work unless you truly loathe them."
Obviously, Hermione would never admit exactly how nice that had been. Not romantic in the slightest, but there was just something about it. That feeling of enjoying something you normally wouldn't. Like a day of thunderstorms and dark skies in the middle of the bright, cheerful summer.
"Whatever. Besides, everyone knows stuff like that. It really wasn't necessary." She said. He let go of her arms, rolling his eyes.
"So." Draco said. "What're we doing today?"
"I don't know." Hermione shrugged.
"Once again, you've planned nothing." He said. Sitting down.
"All right, Malfoy. She sat across from him. "I read there are four levels to the male orgasm. What do you say to this?" Hermione fixed him with an inquisitive look while resting her chin on her hand.
"Excuse me?" he said, her forwardness surprising him.
"The male orgasm. Cosmo pointed out that usually both people are so fixated on the woman's orgasm. No one ever really thinks about the male getting off. Any comments?"
He leaned across the table. "What are you asking here?"
"I'm asking." She said. "What would a guy like to feel or hear in order to have a really great sexual experience? What can make the orgasm really fantastic and just stick in his mind forever?" Draco got a strange look on his face for a moment.
"I don't know." He said finally.
Hermione could not believe she was sitting in a classroom having a relaxed conversation with Malfoy about orgasms, as if it were an everyday thing.
"You don't know?" she said. "I thought you were supposed to be some sort of sex god."
"Well, I am." He replied. "But I couldn't tell you, honestly. Every girl is so different. I'm always so caught up in the pleasure; I don't really even pay much attention to what she's doing. But that's a good thing, really. If the girl can make you forget where you are, I guess it must mean she's pretty good at what she's doing."
Hermione thought for a moment. "Malfoy, that's almost kind of sad, seriously. I mean, not to get into your personal life, but all you do when having sex is focus on yourself? Do you ever think how the girl feels?" she asked.
"No, not really." He replied. She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. They always get off, so what's the big deal?"
"How can you be so sure?" she asked. "Did you ever ask them?"
"Granger, you listen outside my bedroom door Friday nights, and you'll have no doubt in your mind." He said.
"Have you ever seen 'When Harry Met Sally'?" she asked.
"No. I don't even know what the hell that is." Hemione laughed.
"Never mind. But they could just be faking, you know." She said. Malfoy immediately glared at her.
"Oh, I'm sure Granger. You ask any girl. They'll tell you. Seriously, don't even try to get me doubting my sexual prowess. It's almost funny, someone actually thinking I don't always get a girl off."
"Why is that funny, Malfoy?" she asked.
"I couldn't expect you to understand, Granger." He said.
"Try me." She replied. Malfoy sighed.
"Have you ever had an orgasm?" he asked.
"What?" she asked. This definitely won the award for Weirdest Half Hour of Her Life.
"To understand what I'm getting at, you have to know what it feels like, and how hard it is to concentrate during such an intense sensation."
Well, obviously she had, with Chuck. But Hermione would never tell him that.
"No." she said.
"Well, having had many myself, I'll tell you there's just something so real and true about it. You could make sounds and shit like that, but no matter how hard you try, if the guy has any experience, he'll know what you're doing."
"So if I'm having sex with a guy and nothing's happening, I should just climb off him and say, "Sorry, but I cannot foresee an orgasm in the next fifteen minutes. Rather that hurt you by pretending, I'm just gonna go?" she said.
"Now that is probably the one thing you should never, ever do." He said.
"But I thought you just told me that the guy would know I wasn't really getting off." She said. "You are such a walking contradiction."
"Well, having never been another guy, I wouldn't really know, I guess. After all I've done, I know the real thing. But I don't think most eighteen-year-old guys would. After awhile, you really start to get this good intuition. You can just tell it's real, from the look in their eyes or the sounds. But it takes some time." He said. "In the beginning, I probably wouldn't have known the difference."
"But before you said that every girl was different. Maybe some of them know what they're doing more than you might think." She said. Malfoy just narrowed his eyes at her.
"Whatever. It's not necessary for me to doubt my skills. Besides, if a girl left my room without having a genuine orgasm, her best friend would know about it in two seconds flat. Five minutes later, it'd be around school. Trust me, as hard as it is to believe, there are people out there who would love to bring me down. So, if you've never heard anything, it's safe to say there's nothing to be heard."
Hermione had to admit he was right; no girl could ever keep something like that a secret. Malfoy stretched his arms out.
"And, you know, thanks for the advice, I suppose, but who's teaching whom here?" he said. "You wanna get back on track?" Hermione shook her head. "I'm sure, deep down, he's actually really insecure." She thought. Riiiiight.
"Okay Malfoy. We'll get back on track. You tell me what the greatest sex ever would be for you." She said. "If you got a girl who'd do anything to you, what would it be?"
"Oh, so is this supposed to be my fantasy?" he asked.
"Something like that, I suppose." She said.
"I'll only tell you if you tell me." He said, locking eyes with her. Hermione contemplated.
"Deal." She said. Malfoy sighed, and then closed his eyes.
"No specifics come to mind, really. A girl I didn't know, who was gorgeous and sexy. And who wanted me so badly it made her hurt, and I'd want her the exact same way. And my dark bedroom, with the black silk sheets. No lights anywhere, no candles or shit like that. If it was night, I'd open the curtains and let the moonlight spill in. Lots of kissing and touching, then perfect, hot, rough sex. Lots of screaming and moaning. And ice. Lots of ice." He said. "Mostly, it would be nice to just have a desire equal to my partners." He said.
Very briefly, his eyes clouded over, but like all mist it rolled away within a few seconds.
Hermione chose to ignore it for the time being, and simply raised an eyebrow. "That was, um, interesting." She said. "You have black silk sheets?"
"Satin, actually. But did you like that? I wasn't sure you'd be able to handle it." Hermione bit her lip to keep from psychoanalyzing his blatant need for someone to love him how he wanted to be loved, or at least to screw someone he truly had a serious desire for. It was the first time she'd actually felt sorry for Malfoy. He had just expressed one of his greatest wants without even realizing it. Acceptance, equality with a lover.
"Oh, I've heard worse." She said.
"Really?" he said, interested.
"Come on, Malfoy. I shared a room with Parvati and Lavender for six years. After awhile, I discovered that it was impossible to block them out."
"I see. So, your turn." He said.
"Oh." Hermione had forgotten about their deal. "Well, I guess it would just be a long-time boyfriend, that I knew loved me, and he'd cook me dinner or something, and then we'd go for a walk holding hands and just anticipating the night ahead, then go to his room and kiss softly until we were ready, and we'd just have sex gently, and when I woke up I knew he'd still be there."
Malfoy looked at her. "Are you a virgin?" he asked. Hermione's stomach dropped. Before, lying had been acceptable. What was lying about an orgasm compared to this? This, her virginity?
"Yes." She said, relief and remorse colliding simultaneously.
"I figured." He said. "But that sounded nice for a first time, for a chick anyway. It's always more important to them."
"How old were you?" she asked.
"Fifteen." He said. She nodded.
"Who was it?"
"A girl I met over the summer. She was sixteen. She said I was a natural. I figured I'd better use what talents I'd been bestowed with." He said.
Hermione couldn't help but think Draco had never experienced true romance in his life. And even worse yet, he seemed to have no problem with it. His brain was like a Rubix Cube. As soon as you think you've got one side, you turn it around and it's all mixed up.
"Oh." She simply replied. Hermione shook her head.
"Granger?"
"Yeah?"
"If you had been having sex awhile, what would you have a guy do if he'd do anything to you?" he asked.
"Unfair question." She stated.
"Oh, come on." Malfoy said. Hermione glared.
"I don't know enough to respond accurately." She said.
"Fine." Malfoy said. "Just thought if I knew, I could help you figure out how to get it." He said.
"Thanks for the thought."
"Sure, whatever." He said.
Hermione got a strange feeling inside. "Did I just thank Malfoy? Okay, just remember, you're doing this for Ron." She said to herself. "Because I love him and I want him." Well, it was time to snap back into action.
"Anything you just think I should flat out know?" she asked. Draco thought about this.
"Well, I already mentioned the ice thing. I think any guy would like that. The whole "human sundae" thing is way overrated, really, it's a total fucking mess, trust me. Be sure to look at him intently, it'll make him work for you. Being vocal is good, really vocal is even better. Tell him exactly how he makes you feel. When you think he's going to come, scream out his name like you want everyone in the world to hear it. Why don't you try it out?"
Hermione was a bit taken aback. "Try what?"
"Screaming my name." He said.
"What, now?" he asked.
"No, later when we're screwing each other in my bedroom." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Or course, now. It has to be full of passion, not some puny little whimper."
Hermione laughed. If Malfoy was expecting her to produce a "puny little whimper", she'd definitely give him a shock. They already kept a silencing charm on the room, so that was no obstacle.
"I don't really think it would work." She said. "In order to scream like I was having an orgasm, I'd have to be having one. And don't get any ideas."
"Damn, you read my mind." He said sarcastically.
"Well?" asked Malfoy.
"This ISN'T going to work." She said.
"Give it a try." Malfoy said.
Hermione smiled slightly. Fine, he wanted a scream, okay then. She closed her eyes and thought back to how Ron used to make her feel, back to the night with Chuck, conjuring up some thoughts of pleasure to give him a nice scream.
Satisfied, she gripped the arms of her chair, leaned back, and screamed "MALFOY!!!!" with all her might. The sound was throaty and perfect. Yes, she had certainly been given the gift of screaming guys' names. Hermione peered a cautious eye at Malfoy. He was laughing.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"No, that was perfect, really, it was. It's just funny. If we were to have sex right now, you'd scream out 'Malfoy'. I know it's what you know me as, but I mean, it's just my last name." He said.
"Well, if we were to have sex right now, you'd scream out 'Granger'." She said. "That is kinda funny, you're right." She laughed. "But the chances of us having sex are, as I said last week, nonexistent, so you don't have to worry about that."
"Obviously." He said. "I don't like doing virgins, anyway." He said. "You have to be so gentle and caring. Oh, are you okay? Oh, am I hurting you? I just try to avoid it."
Hermione shook her head. "That's insulting." Chuck hadn't been a virgin. He hadn't treated her like a chore that night. But of course, he had been doing her for personal gain.
"Hey, you'd feel the same way, trust me. After you're first time, you're going to be amazed at how much better it is."
"Well, obviously." She said. "But maybe if you knew how much it hurts, you wouldn't chastise them for having to go slow."
"You would know this how?" he asked.
"Shit." Thought Hermione, her stomach dropping a bit. "I've just heard." She said.
"Oh." Draco shrugged. "Well, just for background, I'd go for missionary your first time. After, feel free to experiment with anything."
"Right. Erm, thanks." She said. Something about this whole night was making Hermione's head spin. There had been so much to take in, all the facts, plus the brief appearance of Semi-Sensitive Draco.
Malfoy and her were so completely different; they almost canceled out each other, like a negative and a positive.
Or maybe, just maybe, they complemented each other perfectly.
No.
"I guess not." She thought.
'Have I lost you?" asked Draco.
"Huh?" she asked.
"I think we've done enough for tonight." He said.
"Yeah." Hermione said. She dazedly got up and handed him some coins. "See ya later."
Hermione left the room, thinking so hard it felt like two seconds had passed when she reached her room. She thought all through washing up, then when she climbed into bed she though even more.
One, she hated Malfoy. Two, he was a complete jackass. Three, he was probably the most sexually magnetic guy in school. Weather that was good or bad, she didn't know. Four, he was undeniably sexy. Five, he was so complex it would take forever to just to figure out how to decipher him, much less perform the actual action. Six, it appeared he was hiding a sensitive side so lost inside him he could only stumble upon it accidentally. Seven, he was her worst enemy. Eight, she shouldn't be thinking about him so much. Nine, she loved Ron. Ten, Ron suddenly seemed farther off then he'd ever been. Eleven, Hermione didn't know if she could ever get him back. Twelve, somehow, it didn't bring a sick, unbearable feeling to her stomach anymore. Thirteen, she suddenly didn't know what the hell she was doing with her life.
Hermione fell asleep before a fourteen, but what she had was definitely enough to last awhile.
If only she had known someone else was lying in their satin sheets at that very moment, thinking startlingly similar thoughts, perhaps it wouldn't have been quite so odd.
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HA! TAKE THAT!!! I think that ending was pretty f*ing good. Well, if it was uncharacteristically sappy, I'm listening to Vanessa Carlton, so take it out with her. I think you can figure out where this is going, but I've got stuff planned for the future, so bear with me, please. This won't be insanely long, but it could stretch a bit. Not too long, don't worry.
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