It was Hermione's turn to take a hard swallow. Her leg burned where he touched her and she suddenly regretted not wearing any panties. By the end of this class she was surely going to soak through her skirt.
As if things couldn't get any worse, in walk Ron and Harry. They made their way to Hermione's table and took seats on either side of her. Ron leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Mmm," he murmured, "You sure smell good this morning." His hot breath tickled her ear and he eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the sensation.
They snapped open again as Malfoy's foot began to tease her knee and inch up her inner thigh. "Do you two mind? Granger and I were in the middle of some important Head Student matters." Malfoy scowled at Harry then Ron, lingering over the red head just long enough to make him squirm under the Slytherin's gaze.
Hermione was feeling a bit light headed, enjoying being caught between the two of them. She tried to focus; she couldn't let Malfoy think that she wanted him as much as she really did. "I'm sure Harry and Ron don't mind," Hermione said with a sly wink in Malfoy's direction. "We should get started on our essays anyway. Will you two go grab us some books?"
"Sure Mione," said Harry as he got up and moved towards the books shelves.
Ron leaned in close to Hermione's ear again. He took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of her, and Hermione felt goose bumps appear on her skin. "You sure you don't want to come too? We could steal away from Harry and have a quick shag behind the shelves." Ron whispered in her ear.
Hermione giggled and turned to him. "Ron! This is an important essay!" She playfully smacked his arm. Ron's mouth fell into a frown, but lit up again as she pulled him closer to whisper "Tonight" into his ear. She knew that after all of this teasing, she was going to need a little satisfaction.
"You might as well come over here then, love. Knowing the way you usually write essays, your going to need the whole table." Draco smirked at her, glad to have an excuse to get her next to him.
Hermione looked down and cursed to herself when she realized that he was right. Stuck between Ron and Harry she wouldn't have to room she needed to spread out and really get some work done.
"Fine," she muttered, and Malfoy grinned, he loved winning. She gathered her books and made her way across the table to the seat next to Malfoy, across from Harry.
Draco leaned forward on the table, resting his chin in his hand. "Now, was that really so hard?" He teased. Hermione ignored him and began straightening her parchment and quills on the table.
Draco shifted his chair closer to hers and pointed his body directly at hers. "Speaking of things that are hard…"
"Oi Hermione, do these look ok?" Ron called as he made his way back to the table. Draco turned back towards the table, still smirking. He had all class to get Granger hot and bothered. And this was the perfect class to do it in. They were writing essays on the advancement and creation of sexual spells during the Magical Sexual Revolution. Man, did witches and wizards do crazy things back then! Draco wondered since Hermione was so good at spells, if she knew any of these as well.
Snapping his focus back to the present and away from his fantasy, he heard Hermione explaining to her friends in very exasperated tones that no, in fact the Magical Sexual Revolution wasn't just an excuse for magical people to shag all the time.
"Listen Ron, its more than that! It's about expressing yourself without limitation, and freedom to be who you are! It's about…"
Draco cut her off. "It's about tolerance and acceptance of both yourself and others, and being proud of your whole true self. But it was also about magical exploration, Granger. It can be dangerous to perform spells on yourself or your partner that will change you physically. These people were courageous revolutionaries. Personally, I thank them for their contributions to the magical world. I don't know about you, but my life is a whole lot more full because of them…"
Ron interrupted, still looking skeptical, "Yeah but all they did was shag a lot and make up spells to make it better, right?"
Draco looked directly at Hermione, who was staring back at him, her eyes wide with surprise at his knowledge of the subject. His gaze penetrated her and she didn't dare blink for fear of losing contact. "Have you ever felt on the brink of an orgasm for a full twenty minutes? Your whole body tenses up and your heart pounds in your ears and just when you think you can't get any closer to that sweet release, you reach a whole new level of bliss. That's what these spells can do; you can slow down a climax so that each millisecond is stretched and expanded. Every minute detail and sensation is amplified and drawn out and it's almost too much, you almost crave release, but the spell won't let you have it until you are on the very edge of insanity. And when you finally come, its like your whole body is exploding with pleasure, from your fingertips to your toes to individual strands of hair on your head, you are coming undone. You feel your orgasm in parts of yourself you never knew could feel this type of bliss. And its agony. Agony and ecstasy all at once. "
Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Her cunt ached with desire and her nipples were hard nubs against the lace of her bra. She wasn't even thinking about Harry or Ron or her essay anymore, all she wanted, all the needed, was to hear more. Her eyes still held Draco's as he continued. "Or have you ever felt a woman's tongue draw lines of ice on your body? It's like each caress, each gentle touch of her tongue, is an ice cube drawing circles around your nipples, your thighs, the head of your cock. There is nothing like the feeling of a woman's mouth, cold as snow, hard and smooth as steel, surrounding your shaft and pulling you in. Heat can be nice, but the chill will send electricity throughout your body. And when you slip your hot aching cock in her cold wet folds, its' like swimming through smooth arctic waters in an impenetrable wetsuit. It's refreshing, and exhilarating and above all, intensifying. You may think you know pleasure, but heat against heat holds no comparison to the battle that wages between hot and cold within you."
"It's a lot more than just making sex better, its opening up a whole new realm of sexual, erotic experience."
Ron was speechless as well, staring at Malfoy, almost in awe. Harry had begun taking notes for his essay. Words like "ecstasy" and "arctic waters" found there way onto his parchment as he scrambled to write down Malfoy's speech.
Hermione's mind was racing. Questions of where Malfoy had gained this knowledge, and how liberally he used it, ran through her mind. She had never desired anyone in this way before. But there was still a voice that said "patience" in her mind. A voice that warned her Malfoy was still dangerous, that she shouldn't' abandon her plan to seduce him just because he caused her breath to catch and her clit to ache.
So she decided to show off a little knowledge of her own. 'Lets see if this works on Malfoy just as well. He's not the only one with knowledge of the spells of the Magical Sexual Revolution."
Never breaking their eye contact, Hermione spoke. "And what about you, Malfoy? Have you ever felt the vibrations or shocks of an enchanted tongue? One that touches the most sensitive parts of you, sparking pain and pleasure as it presses harder and harder on the spots that make you moan and squirm. Have you ever felt a warm mouth envelop your cock and massage your shaft and head with vibrations, pulling you deeper and deeper until you are entirely surrounded by wet, pulsating warmth?"
Draco held her stare, but she noticed his pupils dilate and sweat break out on his brow. She leaned closer to him, her arms crossing in front of her body to push her breasts together. "It's the kind of orgasm that leaves an afterglow for weeks at a time. You find yourself hard, or wet, at the mere passing thought of the vibrations against your body. Incredible magic. The user has complete control over the strength and pressure of the vibrations, and when used correctly produces a violent orgasm so strong you are not sure if you are screaming in delight or in distress. It's amazing how pleasurable pain can be, don't you agree?"
Draco smiled wickedly at Hermione; glad she had decided to join the game.
"I see you've done your homework, Granger." Draco leaned into Hermione a bit closer, their faces mere inches apart. "If you ever want some hands on practice…"
"Mione can you repeat that part about control over the tongue?" Harry interrupted, still frantically taking notes on what the pair were describing. "This will certainly be an entertaining essay for Binns, don't you think?"
Ron laughed with Harry at the thought of the ancient Professor reading about the erotic spells of the progressive movement. It was a forced laugh however, as he couldn't help but notice the tension between Hermione and Malfoy. He made a mental note to ask Hermione about it later.
Hermione repeated an almost automatic response to Harry, more focused on her throbbing center and attempts to slow her breathing. Draco's eyes still held hers, his eyebrows raised and a signature smirk on his face.
"Well then, we should all start on our essays, don't you agree Mione?" Ron asked, still eyeing her skeptically, not sure what to make of her or Malfoy's speeches.
Hermione blushed and looked down at her blank parchment and unopened books. A loose strand of hair fell from her bun and she tucked it behind her ear putting on a no-nonsense face to tell Malfoy that she was determined to work. They could always resume their teasing when there wasn't an essay to write.
Burying her head in a book, Hermione tried to focus on the history in the text instead of the way Malfoy lazily twirled his quill in his left hand as he read. The boy did have talented fingers.
She squinted her eyes at her book in concentration when a piece of parchment interrupted her gaze.
"Granger, if you have a minute, can you take a look at the prefect schedule for this week, we might want to make some change." Draco slid the parchment closer to her. She looked down and immediately recognized his tall elegant handwriting (even as a lefty, he surprisingly never smudged his ink), but it wasn't the prefect schedule she was looking at.
Feeling all right there, Granger? You look a bit flushed.