Chapter 6
They had gone back home and Draco kept clicking his stud around his mouth; Hermione kept playing with her ears. They had been home no more than ten minutes when an owl began tapping her window. Draco lazily let it in and noticed that it was for both him and Hermione, their school letters. It was their last year at Hogwarts.
He opened his own letter skimmed it and a shiny metal fell from his envelope. He was head boy. He smiled we walked to his mother's study and let himself in.
"Mother, I made it as Head Boy."
"Oh! That is great dear!"
"Yeah. Here's Hermione's letter, Dumbledore must know she's here."
His mother opened at and read through it.
"She's head girl."
"Well that everyone is expecting, she's the smartest person in our school. She has been since our first year."
"Dumbledore does know her predicament, he decided not to send her badge until she was mentally older fearing she will loose it."
"Makes sense."
"Tomorrow we'll set out to get your belongings." Draco nodded and after a moment of silence he asked the question that had been nagging in his mind for a little while now.
"What of Hermione's parents?"
"Aren't they worried about her?"
"I don't know Draco, I honestly don't know."
"Should we bring her back home?"
"We can try. We'll do it after we return from shopping tomorrow."
Draco nodded and left the room with a heavy heart.
He honestly didn't want her to leave; he was rather used to her being there. He didn't even have to watch her in the tub (not in the sick way you perverts) she was now nine in her mind (having aged again) and could bathe herself. He knew it was for the best that she did leave but he rather liked having her there. He didn't know why but still did.
He walked to where Hermione was sitting in his room looking into the mirror at her ears.
"Still amazed Hermione?"
She turned around and stuck her tongue out at him, both teasing him and prompting him. He returned the favor and she smiled.
She walked over to him and handed him a brush. He looked at it like it was foreign. He looked in the mirror to see if there was something wrong with his hair. Hermione saw this and laughed, not giggled but actually laughed.
"Will you brush my hair please?"
"Why? You can do it yourself cant you?"
"Yes, but I like it better when you brush my hair."
He followed her to the chair and she sat down. He ran the brush through her wet hair (she had just finished her bath). She was looking at him from the mirror and when he looked up he paused.
"What?"
She shrugged but continued to stare at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" She shook her head. He went back to brushing her hair and was wondering about her suspicious attitude when out of the blue she asked a very complicated question.
"Draco, what's sex?" Draco dropped the brush and dived down to catch it again. He looked at her in astonishment.
"Is this why you wanted me to brush your hair?" She nodded.
"So what is it?"
"I—uh—well." He couldn't understand why he couldn't tell her. He know what it was, it wasn't like he was the perfect virgin to begin with. He cleared his throat. He should he get around it? He could use the birds and bees; no that's too old school.
"Well, when you're my age again I suppose things happen to you."
"Like what?"
"Hormones?"
"What's that?" He figured that one day or another he would have to do this again.
"Ok when you grow up a little our body starts to change. You, because you're a girl, begin getting the things that guys like, hips, breasts, that kind of stuff. And guys get deeper voices and I guess the stuff you girls like. Well because of it you'll start liking boys and then you'll just do it."
"Do what?"
"Have sex"
"With hormones"
"With each other."
"Huh?"
"Ok basically girls have a vagina, boys have a penis." Her eyes got wide.
"I do?"
"Do what?"
"What a vagina?"
"You're a girl, yes."
"So you have a penis because you're a boy?" He nodded.
"Can I see it?"
"Hermione! Gods no! Listen you are going to the wrong person with this. I can't explain it. Doing it is all I really know, I can't explain it. Go ask my mother."
"You've done it? Sex I mean"
"Yeah, so?"
She looked deep in thought at ran off to ask Narcissa the dreaded question.
Blasted nine year olds, they want to know everything.
Several hours later Draco was lying on his bed in the dim light of a candle when his door creaked open. Hermione scampered in. He looked at her.
"Have another bad dream?" She shook he head.
"No, (pause) have you really had sex?"
"Yeah, why" She cocked her head thinking, then her face scrunched up in a look that said "yucky", she scampered away laughing like she just found out something embarrassing.
Draco watched her leave and realized that now when Hermione got her memory back (she would have all of her own memories and still remember what had happened in her time with the Malfoys) she would know about his "love" life, if she didn't know already. The thing that amused him most was the fact of how embarrassed she was going to be when she remembers that she had actually asked him what sex was.
