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Draco woke up with a groan. Before he had even opened his eyes he saw the look in Granger's eyes when she walked in on him fucking Pansy, or rather the other way around. He really wasn't all that into Pansy but she was always good for a fuck when he needed it. He knew it wasn't kind, considering how much she liked him, but she was just so easy. She should have more respect for herself he thought to himself trying to remain unconcerned but there was something in the way Granger had looked at him that shook his conviction.

He headed downstairs and found her sitting at their small dining table, head in a book. It was a Saturday so they didn't have to be off to classes, otherwise they would not have encountered each other.

'Whatcha reading?' he said, trying to act as casually as possible, hoping that she wouldn't still be upset about last night, he didn't really feel like arguing with her. It did not work. Hermione simply slammed her book closed and glared at him with those deep chocolate eyes.

'Alrighty, chill out' he held his hands up in surrender.

'Chill out?! Are you joking?' she yelled at him. The way that her hair seemed to become even more frazzled when she was mad reminded Draco of Medusa. Consequently he had to stop himself from laughing; he knew that would just incur more of her wrath upon himself.

'Ok look, I'm sorry that I was enjoying myself,' he began sarcastically, 'but you're the one that came back early.' He knew that would drive her mental, but he couldn't help it, he'd grown so used to ticking her off whenever he got the chance. And if he was being perfectly honest with himself he liked the way that her brown eyes would widen with anger and disbelief and a light pink flush would creep up on her cheeks and neck.

'I never said how long I was going to be gone! You just wanted to fuck your whore right there on the fucking couch. You're so disgusting; I sit on that couch!' Hermione exploded, throwing her book at him. He dodged it easily, amused not only at her outburst but at hearing her cuss for the first time, something he had never imagined her doing.

'Alright, I see that you're quite distressed at this but are you sure the problem here isn't you?' He watched her face contort in rage. He supressed the urge to chuckle. 'I can only assume that you're jealous, I can't imagine that Weasley would be any good for starters and to be completely honest I can't imagine you being able to let go of all you rules and regulations and blah blah blah and actually let yourself have some good wicked fun.' He winked at her.

He could tell that somewhere he had hit a nerve. He face changed from rage to embarrassment. Instead of continuing to glare at him as though she was attempting to make him explode using only her mind, she dropped her eyes and hid her face behind her hair. He felt a hint of remorse but shook it off; this was Granger for Christ sake.

She continued to look at her feet in silence but he could see her biting her lip as though she was contemplating something. He grew tired of waiting for her to speak and frankly, he wanted to go back to bed. With a frustrated sigh he turned back towards the stairs that headed to his room.

'You're right' she spoke so softly that he only just made out what it was that she had said.

He turned back to her, his signature arrogant smirk wide on his face. 'Well that is a given but please, enlighten me.'

'I'm jealous.' she met his eyes and instantly he had regretted what he had said. There was a guarded sadness in her eyes that Draco had never seen before in anyone's eyes let alone Granger's.

'I'm jealous that I don't have that alright?' she said it all in a rush as if she needed to get it out before she changed her mind about saying it the first place.

Draco couldn't help but laugh, 'I knew Weasley would be shit in bed. Doesn't give you the excitement you're after hey Granger? He continued to laugh whilst waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

'It's not like that Malfoy! Shut up!' he voice broke and Draco stopped laughing as soon as he saw her eyes shine with tears.

His face softened and he moved towards her slightly. 'Granger, please don't cry. I'm sorry for what I said.' It wasn't as difficult to say as he thought it might have been.

He watched her take a deep breath before saying a phrase that he never in his life thought he'd hear from her.

'Malfoy, I need your help.'

'You what?!' First of all, he needed a minute to take in the fact that Granger had actually stooped so low as to ask him of all people for help and secondly he wasn't entirely sure what she was asking for help with. It was only the fact that they had been talking about sex before she had brought this up that kept him from telling her fuck no straight away.

'I need your help' she repeated, now fiddling with her fingers nervously.

'How about you tell me what the fuck it is that I of all people can help you with?'

'Ron's not the problem.' she said wiping her face.

'What is that even supposed to mean Granger?' Draco was getting frustrated with all this beating around the bush.

'OK fine, here it is. I'm too nervous and worried that I'll be ridiculously inadequate and shit at sex and Ron won't be pleased and he'll compare me to Lavender and he'll hate being with me and –'

'Slow down, slow down!' Draco needed to process what she was saying and she was rambling much too quickly. One thing was for sure, she had his full attention now.

'You're telling me that you're non-existent sex life with your boring boyfriend is because you're insecure about whether you'll be able to please him properly?' For the third time that morning Draco had to suppress his laughter. She simply nodded in response.

'That's ridiculous! If he really liked you then I'm sure it wouldn't matter. And Granger, not to make you uncomfortable or anything but I don't think you need to worry about not pleasing him. Fucking you would probably be the best darn thing that happened to that kid.' It was true. Despite how much she irritated him, he couldn't ignore that she had grown into quite an attractive girl. He knew from living with her and getting to occasionally see her in pyjamas and clothes other than her uniform, that her robes did nothing to flatter her rather curvy figure. Not only that but she was the perfect, innocent school girl, there wasn't a boy Draco knew that hadn't had some kind of fantasy involving corrupting Gryffindor's golden girl.

She looked up at him with a strange expression in her eyes that Draco couldn't read. 'Really?'

He shrugged nonchalantly. "So what has this got to do with me anyway Granger? What is it that you want me to do?'

'I think I need experience' she said quietly and to the floor.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'You want me to fuck you Granger?' He noticed the blush that spread across her skin following his words. He stepped closer and with his index finger, he lifted her chin to meet her eyes. She didn't flinch away from his touch like he thought she might but instead her eyes seemed to soften.

'Well, umm, when you put it like that it sounds bad but, um yeah I suppose. It's just that considering your reputation, you're probably the best person to ask.'

'I agree I am the most equipped for this kind of problem. But are you not worried about Weasley finding out? I mean if you're not even able to screw your boyfriend then you really don't seem like the type to be into adultery.' he asked curiously. He had figured this would be the one part of the plan that maybe she hadn't thought through. Unfortunately, he had underestimated her again.

'No. See's that's the other reason why you're perfect. You wouldn't want people to know that you'd slept with me, a mudblood and best friend of Harry Potter, any more than I would want Ron to know I'd slept with you.' Draco had to admit it was actually rather brilliant.

'So will you do it?' she looked up at him, brown eyes wide and eager. He leaned closer to her face, brushing her bushy brown hair away from her neck. He lightly ghosted his lips across her skin until his lips were almost touching her ear. He whispered gently, his breath washing over her no doubt heated skin, 'No.'

She quickly moved away from him, her face flustered. "Fine, you prick. Can't get over your goddam pride can you?' she burst out.

'Granger, settle down. No I won't sleep with you yet.' he smiled devilishly at her.

'Yet?' she questioned.

'I once fucked a virgin and she was so into it that I didn't even realise she was a virgin until I was inside her.' She grimaced at his vulgarity. 'You see the thing is, it's not about experience. The thing that makes you different from Pansy and that girl isn't a lack of experience but rather a lack of confidence. That's what it is that you need to gain before you can have what you want. We need to change your entire attitude towards sex.'

'We?' a smile began to spread across her face.

'Yes, Granger I will help you. It's against my nature to turn my back on ladies that need good sex.' he winked at her.

'Don't make me sound like a slut' she said playfully. I was strange for him to be around Granger whilst she was happy.

Suddenly her arms we around him. "Thank you Malfoy" she breathed against his neck. He shivered slightly and gently patted her back awkwardly; unable to properly comprehend let alone react to what was happening.

'So um, where do we start?' she said pulling away from him.

He thought for a minute before replying. Just to reassure himself he asked 'Are you certain this is what you want Granger? Because once we start this, there's no going back.'

'I'm positive.' she replied.

'Alrighty then.' He rubbed his hands together as if warming up for something, 'Take off your clothes.'

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