Well the last chappy seemed to go down very well; I can only hope that the next goes down half as well!

Read on and let me know what you think.

Hermione stood with her head against the wall. Her ears must be playing tricks on her. Not only was she hearing a boy talking about…wanking…but she could hear Malfoy give some very good advice.

Had the world somehow turned it's self upside down?

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

Hermione turned bright red. How can he sound so clam talking about something that was…so not! Although, it all made sense now. Why the little boy had wanted to talk to Malfoy and not herself. She doubted that it would happen often. Okay so she would not be able to deal with everything but she would be able to deal with mostly everything.

"You mean everyone does it?" she heard the little boy ask.

That one little thought sprung some very unwanted images into her head.

Harry on his back in bed playing with himself. Ron in the shower moaning and touching. Neville in a cupboard com- that thought was cut off fast and hard. The very thought of any of the above wanking turned her stomach.

Malfoy must have answered the boy's question, as soon another one came.

"Even you?"

Hermione's whole body went still. For some reason she really wanted to hear the answer to this question. That stolen moment on the train was relived in her mind. Her body went hot and cold.

"Even me." was his reply.

Her knees gave out under her and she slid down the door and sat in a ball on the floor. Maybe she should stop listening. And yet she didn't get up off the floor. They were talking again but she couldn't quite pick up what they were saying. Then she heard a question that she knew she shouldn't hear the answer too.

"How often do you do it?"

But once again she did not move. The thought of Malfoy wanking did not turn her stomach like the others had. If anything it was quite the opposite. Instead she felt needy, but for what she was not sure. Closing her eyes she thought about Malfoy. His blonde hair ruffled and out of place. His eyes lids heavy, his lips slightly parted. Need for something more written all over his face. One of his hands on his chest, playing with his nipples, the other down-

"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?"

Hermione's eyes widened and her heart sped up. She knew how often Draco Malfoy wanked. She knew how often he brought himself pleasure. She knew how often he needs release. Wait! Did he wank that often when he was sleeping with some one? Or does he wank that often because he is not sleeping with some one?

The thought of Draco…Malfoy in bed with anybody was just as disturbing as Neville doing…things!

Now Hermione was not some one that shied away from anything sexual. Yes she was still a virgin, but she had played about with boys before. A friend from childhood had been her first boyfriend, and then there had been a little thing with that Ravenclaw, although neither had worked out. But the problem was they had all been boys, she was ready for more. But when she did give up her virginity she wanted it to mean something. It was a silly romantic thought that a bookworm should never had but…she wants to be in love when she has sex with a man.

Many people thought that something had gone on between her and Ron but nothing ever had. They would be friends…best friends, but they could never be more. Not that that stop Ron from asking her out every other day.

In a way though, Hermione felt nothing but respect for people that could bring themselves the pleasure, release they need. She had tried but had never been able to get it right. Was it this hard for guys too? Or other women? Or was it just her?

The shutting bang of the portrait brought her out of her thoughts. Now she had a new dilemma to solve. What does she do now?

Does she go down there and face the fact that she was listening in, face the fact that she knew how often Malfoy wanked. Or does she go to bed and pretend the whole thing hadn't happened. Even though deep down inside herself she knew that he knew she had been listening to every word.

It had been a long day and she was very tired. Well that's what she told herself and she took the easy way out and got ready for bed.

A fuzzy eyed Hermione made her way down into the heads common room. What little sleep she had gotten had been full of dreams concerning the Slytherin prince!

She glared at his door as she walked past.

Her plan had been to get up and look over her new school books. Okay so she may have read through them twice already but she liked to be prepared that's all.

Looking around the room she hunted for her bag. There were many things Hermione was good at: reading, learning, studying…etc. but she was not a good person at keeping things tidy. Little imps must come into her rooms and move things, because there is no way that one person could lose so much stuff! She had only been in these rooms for one night and she had already lost her bag!

Malfoy's door opened and he walked into the room and went over to the fire. Putting in some floo powder he asked for the kitchens.

"Toast and tea."

The ordered meal appeared on the table with a slight pop. Without even asking if Hermione wanted some, he plonked himself down on the sofa and started to make his way through the feast.

Hermione watched him for a moment and gave an annoyed little sniff and went back to looking for her bag. She lifted things here and moved things there.

It must be under the sofa. Getting down on her knees she started to look under there. A knock on the portrait brought her head up. Looking at Malfoy she waited for him to move, but he just carried on eating.

With another little sniff she got up and stomped over to the portrait. Opening it she found Pansy Parkinson looking up with a smile. The sight almost stunned her. Why would Parkinson be smiling at her!

But the smile quickly disappeared only to have the place taken by a fierce scowl.

"Move out of my way mudblood." She snapped, pushing Hermione to the side.

"You can't just walk into the heads rooms like that. You have to ask permission." Hermione growled.

Parkinson turned to look at Malfoy.

"Draco, honey bunch. Is it okay for me to be in here?" she asked in a too sweet voice.

The head boy gave a shrug.

"sure." Then went back to munching on his toast.

Parkinson spun round to look at her. And gave a satisfied smirk before prowling over to her lover.

Where they lovers? Why did the thought of them being lovers bother her so much?

Getting annoyed with herself, Hermione turned away from the talking pair on the sofa and carried on the search for her bag.

A shrill laugh filled the room.

"Look honey bunch, she's down on her knees. The right place for scum like her." The Slytherin princess exclaimed. "You've trained her so well."

Closing her eyes and begging for some kind of control over the urge to hit Parkinson right in the mouth, Hermione stood and looked over at the vile being.

"I am looking for my bag." She said. "Not that it's any of you're business."

"Don't mind us." Malfoy said, not looking up from the paper he was now reading. "We were just enjoying the view."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione took a step closer.

"It means…" he looked up from the paper he was reading. "That when an ass like that gets up in the air it's hard to see anything else."

Hermione's mouth dropped and Parkinson's laugh rained out over her. She hated to admit it but she was hurt. Stupid really, he had said worse things. Quickly looking away once again, she tried her best not to let the tears fall.

Everybody thought she was a strong person, a person that you could throw insults at and they just bounce off. Many of them did, but anything about her appearance always hurt. Un-consciously her hand went up to her mouth and her fingers ran along her teeth. They were still the right shape but her confidence never would be again.

She knew it was running away again but she went up to her room. And hey, maybe she would find her bag up there.

After a long hunt all around her room it was no where to be found. She would have to go back down to the common room but she wasn't quite ready to face them yet. Looking across at the clock she knew that she had no more time to get herself ready, she had to find her bag before classes started in a matter of minutes. It would not do for the head girl to be late on her very first day back at school.

Opening the door a little, she could hear no sounds coming from common room below. Taking a deep breath she stepped out on the first step and nearly fell over something on the floor. Un-tangling her feet, she held up her bag.

How in the world had it gotten there! It hadn't been there before.

Going back down into the room she found it empty. It was time to go to class but she still hadn't had anything to eat. But maybe that was a good thing; she didn't want her bum to get any bigger. She ran a hand down over it. Was it really that big? I mean sure…it's not tiny but she had always thought it had a nice curve to it.

This was stupid she was not going to let him make her feel bad about her body. Marching over to the table she picked up the last piece of toast, which she was sure she had seen him eat, and bit into it. Imagining it was Parkinson's head.

"Take that Pansy wansy!" she said with her mouth full. It was weak she knew that but it made her fell a hell of a lot better.

Holding her head higher she turned around only to find Malfoy in the portrait arch watching her with a smirk on his face.

"I bet Pansy is in a lot of pain after that one." He walked into the room and picked up a book. Then walking back out he said. "Honest, I'm not sure she will make it through the day without breaking down with emotional strain."

The last sound she heard was him laughing then the slam of the portrait.

Well there we go people another chappy down…what do y all think? Well you can click that button down there and let me know…you know you really wanna…go on…go on…thanks! Lol!

HC