Sex Ed

By Fidelius Charm

Summary: The teacher's feel it is necessary for all upperclassmen to participate in Sex Ed. But what's even worse is the long-term project. Poor Hermione how will she survive Malfoy and a mechanical baby watching their every move until Christmas?

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A Different Kind of Hat;

Draco watched as Hermione had walked into their common room, he had dreaded this moment for several reasons most of them false emotions. His father had raised him to hate, and despise, Muggleborns. But he never really understood why he was supposed to hate them; they never did anything to him. He knew that his father rambled on about blood lines but that was never a legitimate answer for Draco, but even if it wasn't he still had to follow his father's orders on pain of the Cruciatus Curse.

"Malfoy." Hermione replied blandly, she retreated to her dorm, which was up the right staircase.

Draco sighed knowing he'd get this kind of treatment from the Gryffindor bookworm. Though he didn't really care, if she didn't want to be social then that was her choice. He on the other hand was going to find his friends.

Once Draco had made it to the Slytherin dungeons he found Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle waiting for him loyally.

"Hey guys." Draco said coolly.

"I'd hate to be you Draco, having to share a common room with that Mudblood." Goyle said giving him a sympathetic look.

What a nice greeting, Draco thought to himself, always so cheerful. He sighed and decided to let it go, he couldn't be bothered with having a blood line discussion with any of them.

"So did you see our time tables? We have Sex Ed with the Gryffindors first period." Blaise said, "What a stupid class. They should just require it for the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs as it seems as they seem to be so friendly with one another."

Draco remembered quite well the scandal that had gone on within his tower last year. He found it very irresponsible of the two but couldn't deny that they were truly in love. Even he a cold-hearted Slytherin could see the compassion and dedication the two had for one another, but like everyone else had been surprised at their recklessness. But he guessed a war where people are dying every time you take a breath would make you more anxious to be with someone, to know that someone will be there for you in times of darkness. Not that he needed anyone mind you.

"And that Medi-Witch Sickle is another Mudblood, it's disgusting how we are slowly being surrounded by their presence! My father is going to throw a fit the minute he finds out about this!" Blaise continued mimicking the stern look his father was known for.

"I don't think you should worry boys." A new voice joined their conversation, it was none other then Pansy Parkinson, the one person Draco despised more then Harry Potter, "We'll have a spy within the walls very soon. Someone who I will trust will get the job done, just like last time." She looked directly at Draco, and he picked up what she was saying, "Somebody is turning eighteen soon."

The other three boys finally picked up on what Pansy had been implying, and grinned. Draco tried his best to fake a smirk, trying not to cause any suspicion. The last thing he needed was his classmates doubting his act he played every day. It had taken him years to finally perfect it and he wasn't going to let seven years of work just neatly self-destruct. Yes, Draco Malfoy was the best actor Hogwarts had ever seen.

To the naked eye he was the Slytherin Prince, Future Death Eater, and Snob who had lead the Death Eaters into Hogwarts but to those who knew Draco knew he was just a kid who didn't give a crap about anything or anyone. He was just living and breathing to get by and find a way out of the hellhole he had been put into from birth. The only thing he had ever wanted to achieve was freedom. The freedom to do as one chose to do, the freedom many of his classmates took advantage of.

Suddenly Draco didn't want to be around the gang of Slytherins who didn't have enough capacity to talk about anything but the rise of their master, the Dark Lord. It really was pitiful how they followed the man so blindly. He needed to find some solitude. The library was closed at this hour, and he wasn't in the mood to take the risk of sneaking around, guess it was back to the common room for him. Without even saying goodbye he walked away from his four classmates, who were used to the treatment.


After a night haunted by insomnia and frustration Draco was glad he no longer had to share a dorm with Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise who would be annoying him about going down to breakfast by now. He changed into his uniform washed his face and ran his hands through his hair, not in any way shape or form caring about what it looked like. He was about to walk out of the bathroom when he rushed back in and fixed his hair properly. Okay he was lying to himself maybe there were some things he cared about.


When he entered the Great Hall everyone was already leaving. Apparently breakfast had ended before Draco had arrived. This sucked, majorly. He groaned in disappointment as large crowds of students rushed by him, trying to get to their first period classes on time, and speaking of first period classes, where the hell was his? Oh well, he'd find someone to guide him in the right direction eventually. And he did.

His first period class was in the abandoned classroom by the Hospital Wing, which was a serious annoyance since it was so far away from the Great Hall. He knew he was going to be late, but then again so was Pansy who was desperately holding on to his left arm for dear life. He also knew it was pointless to try and get her to detach herself so he decided to just ignore her presence completely. He burst threw doors to be greeted by about a hundred or so faces staring at Pansy and himself.

"And who might you be?" A woman, who was sitting on top of the large desk in the front questioned her black box framed glasses slipping slightly lower on the bridge of her nose.

"Pansy Parkinson ma'am." Pansy said sugar coating her voice as best as possible.

"And you young man?" The woman, who was obviously the Professor, questioned directly at Draco.

"Draco Malfoy, but if you don't mind I'd like the skip the questioning and just sit down and get this done with as soon as possible." Draco said claiming the seat nearest him, which caused Pansy to quickly follow suit.

"10 points from Slytherin for your fresh mouth, I refuse to receive that kind of tone in my classroom. Do I make myself clear Mr. Malfoy?" She said pushing her glasses up.

"Crystal ma'am." Draco said with out any hesitation.

The room again was silent for another moment, but then Professor Sickle regained her composure and continued her speech.

"As I was saying, this class is to teach you about Sex, and the information that goes along with it." This caused a group of Slytherin girls to giggle.

"Would you three like to be examples for the class of what sex is?" Professor Sickle replied slightly smirking. Draco had to give it to her she was definitely brutally sarcastic. When she got no response she continued, "As I thought." She said returning her attention to the entire class. "So the lesson will start with this."

The Professor pulled out a piece of long latex, and with both hands stretched it out.

"This is called a prophylactic or simply a condom, and since most of you aren't old enough to perform the Contraceptive Charm outside of these walls I will teach you about the muggle way to remain safe during sex." This caused many of the Slytherins around them to squirm in their seats.

This was definitely going to be a long class.


This chapter ended up being more about developing Draco's character in this fic then the actually class and the first layer of my plot. Though you did get some hints about the core of my plot but I'm not going to say another word. Sorry about it being so short, but so you don't hate me the next post should be fairly soon since I've fractured my ankle and all I can do is sit around and spend time on the computer!

--FC