I know it has been a long time since I wrote in this story but my other piece 'Do you have an answer.' has been taking up a lot of my time. But now I have another chapter of this one so enjoy!

Hermione stood staring at the bane of her existence. At the one person that had made the last five years a living hell, made her friends likes a living hell. The one person in the whole world that she really didn't want to be thinking about in any kind of sexual way. And yet here she stood, unable to take her eyes off of the stunning boy…man before her.

A rather loud knock on the portrait broke the connection that had taken hold the moment Malfoy had walked into the room.

Turning quickly she went back into her room.

"Fine I will get that then shall I!" she heard Malfoy shout through her door.

What was going on inside her head, what was going on inside her body! She could not be thinking nor feeling anything towards that man. He was a nothing, a bad smell that no matter how hard you tired would never go away.

Grabbing a book she picked it up and flopped down on her bed. But no matter how hard she tried she could not lose herself in it. Walking across to her chest she opened it and pulled out a CD.

Nothing electrical worked in Hogwarts but she knew a very handy little spell. Holding the CD at eye level she tapped it. It began to spin as if it really was inside a CD player. The sound of a favourite band filled the room.

Sighing happily she lay back down on the bed and let the familiar music fill her head. Every now and again a certain blond would try to run about in her head but she pushed him away and focused on thinking happy, calming thoughts.

It was an hour later that a tapping on the window brought her out of her trace like state.

Walking over to the window she opened it and let the owl into her room. The brown ball of fluff that could only be pig held out its leg. Once eating the treat giving it flew out the window.

Ron did not except a reply? That was strange.

Sitting down at her table she opened the letter and read the messy writing.

Hermione,

The ferret Malfoy won't let us into see you. Would you please come down to the portrait and let us in.

Ron and Harry.

Sighing deeply she stood and left the room.

Walking down the stairs into the main room she saw Malfoy stretched out on the sofa in front of the fire. His back was to her and she didn't want to look and closer to see if he was awake. Quickly she went to the portrait and opened it.

"At last!" Ron exclaimed. "I thought you were never going to let us in here."

Pushing past her he walked into the room.

Turning back to Harry she said.

"Sorry, I had music on, I didn't know what was going on."

Harry just smiled.

"It's okay, we're in now."

Hermione moved to the side and let him into the room.

"Can you believe what he did to us?" Ron spat, pointing at the still body of Draco Malfoy. "He told us you were busy and didn't want to speak to us. He even said that trash like us weren't aloud in here. I mean he is the one that thinks you're a mudblood and yet he lets you in here. What's up with that!"

Harry stepped forward and punched Ron hard on the arm.

"Shut up." He said. He then turned back to Hermione and asked. "Are you busy?"

Hermione, who had been about to shout at Ron before Harry had hit him said.

"No, not really. I would have come to see you it's just that I'm really…tired."

Tried! Yeah right, she wasn't tired she just didn't want to talk about why she hadn't been down to see them sooner.

Harry looked at her for a moment then grabbed Ron's arm.

"Come on mate, we can catch up with Hermione tomorrow. She needs to sleep."

Ron spluttered and tried to stay in the room but Harry was having none of it. Both left in record time leaving Hermione starring at the portrait like an idiot.

"No matter how long you stare at it they are not going to come back." An icy voice said behind her.

She spun around, an equally icy retort ready, when there was a knock on the portrait that took them both by surprise.
Growling Malfoy laid down again, his back to her and the door.

Using his very words she said. "Fine, I'll get it then shall I!"

Opening the door revealed a scared looking Huffelpuff boy. Say about year 1 maybe 2.

She smiled down at the shaking boy. How had he found there rooms? In fact how had Harry and Ron found there rooms?

"Hi there." She said softly, scared that anything louder might break the poor lad.

"Is the head boy there…" he looked at her hopefully.

Looking back into the room Hermione could still see Malfoy laid out on the sofa back to the door.

"Why do you want him?" she asked the Huffelpuff.

"I need…" he gulped and looked down at his feet. "I need to ask him something."

The odds of Malfoy getting up to help this poor wee boy were not good. But then that was what she was here for, to pick up the slack.

"Em…he's a bit busy at the moment. But maybe I can help."

The boy's head started shaking so fast that she was sure that it might fall off. What could Malfoy help him with that she could not?

"Don't be silly, I'm sure I can help."

"No…I can only talk to the head boy about…this."

Suddenly the door was pulled wider and Malfoy filled the gap.

"You wanting to talk to me." Malfoy said his voice full of boredom as if he didn't care either way.

The little boy's head bounced up and down again. Fear that it might fall of filled her again. Frowning she turned to look at Malfoy, who was looking at the little boys head with amusement. What in the world could the boy want to talk to him about and not her!

"You can leave now Granger, I promise not to eat him." Malfoy snarled.

Hermione gave a sniff and went up to her room.

Draco watched her leave and looked back at the wimpy looking little Huffelpuff. He would have to handle this carefully. Granger was sure to be listening in.

He stood back and left enough room for the boy to enter and then shut the portrait after him. Ignoring the boy he walked back to the sofa and sat. He said nothing and made no motion for the boy to sit either. Eventually the boy sat next to him. After a while he could see that the boy had calmed down a lot more.

"Butter beer?" he asked the stranger.

The boy looked at him and nodded.

Tapping his wand on the table two butter beers appeared. Passing one to the boy, then picking up his own he sat back and took a couple of sips.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"George."

Draco nodded.

"Okay, George, what's you're real name?"

The boy's head shot up and he looked stunned.

"Peter." He said meekly.

Draco nodded, happier that he had the right answer this time.

"So what can I do ya for?"

The boy said nothing for a long time; so long in fact that Draco was sure that he was never going to find out what had brought the Huffelpuff boy to the Heads rooms asking for him of all people.

"I think I'm dying."

Turning to look at the boy, he studied him. He had brown eyes and a health brown skin.

"I don't think your dying. Why do you?"

"I…I think I have done something to myself."

Draco frowned, what in the world could the boy have done to himself to make him think he was dying.

"What?"

Peter took another huge mouthful of butter beer and whispered.

"I made myself leak."

What! What did he just say!

"You mean like going to the toilet?" Draco asked more than a little confused.

The boy's head shock in the very amusing way it did. But this was not the time to find something like that funny, he told himself sternly.

"Well what do you mean?" when he didn't answer Draco added. "Talk me through what happened to make you…leak."

The boy's grip on his drink was amazing, surely the glass should break?

"I was asleep and I was dreaming about…about a girl in Ravenclaw, when I woke up and…and…"

Draco closed his eyes and prayed this was not going where he thought it was going.

"Down there." The boy moved his head towards his crotch. "Had grown. It felt…good but bad at the same time."

Biting his tongue, Draco did his best to not moan out loud. This was going where he didn't want it too.

"I needed it to go away, so I…I…I touched myself. But that made it worse. And it felt more good than it did bad."

He was very tempted to stop the boy now, but it seemed he had to get this out in the open. So he let the boy carry on.

"It felt really good when I move it like this."

Draco quickly looked away when he saw the little boys hand move up and down, as if he really was getting himself off.

"And then suddenly I felt something like I have never before. Then I…I leaked all over my hand and the bed."

The little boys head fell.

"I'm dying aren't I?"

Taking a deep breath, Draco thought about where to start.

"First of all, you're not leaking your ejaculating. You're not dying." He said looking the boy straight in the eye. "I promise."

Peter's shoulders sagged in relief.

"What you did, when you touched yourself, is called Masturbation. It is normal; there is nothing wrong with bringing yourself pleasure."

The little boy looked shocked then asked…

"You mean everyone does it?"

Draco nodded.

"Even you?"

After a long pause he answered.

"Even me."

They sat in silence for a long time before Peter spoke again.

"So it's okay if I do it again…right?"

I would worry about you more if you didn't." Draco replied.

"How often do you do it?"

This was getting way out of line. It was becoming more about him than it was about the boy.

"Once, twice a week. Do it as often as you want. Just remember it is much more fun to do it with a partner. But you have to wait till you are of age. Are we okay now?"

Peter sat for a moment then stood. He looked unsure of what to say.
"It's okay. Now go on back to your dorm. It's nearly past curfew."

The huffelpuff quickly made his way out of the portrait.

Letting out a big sigh of relief, he slouched back on the sofa. Now that was not something he wanted to do again anytime soon.

That's when it hit him…Had Hermione been listening to all of that!

There we go, review and let me know what you think! Oh please please please please please please!