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'Take off your clothes.'

Hermione looked at him in surprise. Her face felt like it was on fire. For a moment, the enormity of what she had just gotten herself involved in hit her. Malfoy had been the one person that had done his best to make her time at Hogwarts as painful as possible. But it wasn't the war anymore and admittedly he hadn't been so bad since they had been forced to share a dorm. She shook it off, telling herself that it was for Ron and that Malfoy was without a doubt the person most suited to the task. It was only logical.

Regardless, Hermione couldn't help the nerves that bit at her. It did not help that Malfoy was currently laughing.

'You really are shy aren't you?' He chuckled. 'What did you expect Granger? If I was going to fuck you today, you still would have had to take your clothes off.'

She knew that he was right, 'It's just that I've never been naked in front of a man Malfoy, it's a reasonably big deal.' She crossed her arms defiantly across her chest.

'I get that, but you basically asked me to have sex with you this morning and then you're giddy when I say that I'll help you with gaining confidence in that particular area and now you're chickening out because you've never been naked in front of a man. Excuse me, but you're going to have to do a whole lot of new stuff and taking your clothes off is the tamest thing I'm going to have you doing sweetheart.' He grinned wickedly and she blushed a deeper shade of red.

Hermione had to admit that he was annoyingly right. She was wearing a simple black T-shirt and jeans but as she went to lift her shirt, he placed a hand on top of hers, stilling her movements. 'Just your clothes. You don't have to take off your underwear.' He said quietly.

She gave him a questioning look. His face softened, 'We can take it slow if you need. This is about you not me. I won't make you do anything you're not comfortable with.' She smiled up at him in appreciation. She would not have thought it was possible for Draco Malfoy to show such compassion without combusting.

He gave her a half smile before removing his hand from her. 'Well carry on, I don't have all day.'

She rolled her eyes before quickly pulling her shirt over her head and dropping her jeans. Like a band aid. She thought to herself. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover as much of her body as she could. She had never been particularly fond of her body, her insecurities were no different to that of any other teenage girl; she didn't think she was skinny enough, her breasts were too small, she didn't like her legs and the list went on. Malfoy stepped closer to her and grabbed her arms, moving them away from her body and letting them fall at her sides. 'Don't hide yourself from me.' He gently touched her shoulder and stepped back to look at her properly.

She watched as his eyes ran up and down her body. She chewed on her lip nervously as he circled her like a predator would his prey. She felt small under his gaze but held her head up. Confidence she repeated to herself remembering what Malfoy had told her.

He circled her a few more times before coming to a stop behind her. She gasped as he pulled on her thick bra strap and with a sharp sting it snapped back against her shoulder blade. She turned to face him. 'What the hell was that for?'

He motioned towards her modest underwear 'Grandma knickers and a sports bra Granger? Do you even play sport?'

'They're comfortable, thank you very much.'

He shook his head. 'They have to go. There's a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow, I'll take you to get some new lingerie.' He continued to stare at her body whilst tapping his chin with one slender finger, clearly planning something. Probably trying to decide what to he's going to dress me up in, she thought to herself, sighing inwardly. She felt like a doll.

'Why do I need lingerie?' she groaned at him, breaking him out of his reverie.

'Confidence.' he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. 'We've been over this.'

'What has lingerie got to do with confidence?'

'You actually don't have a clue do you?' he chuckled again and she shot him a glare. 'Two things, if you feel sexy in what you're wearing, then you'll look sexy, trust me. But you don't want to dress like a slut cause then men will treat you like a slut.'

'Like Pansy?' she interjected.

'Exactly.' He replied much to her surprise. 'Anyway, you want to be sexy whilst still being mysterious. Drives us guys crazy. The best way to achieve that, I would reckon, is lingerie. You feel sexy cause you're dressing sexy but at the same time you're not putting everything on display. It's really rather brilliant.' He smiled widely.

Hermione ignored his arrogance but had to admit that it was pretty clever. She had never worn lingerie and she wasn't ever really into it but he knew what he was talking about so she would give it a try. 'What's the second thing?' she asked.

'If you take off your uniform and you're standing there in a nice bra and a thong, I guarantee Weasley will already be halfway there.' She blushed and bit her lip.

'Is there anything else?' She asked nervously.

'What do you mean?' he replied looking confused.

'Well, I mean, don't you want me to start working out or diet or something?' she looked at her hands.

'I can't tell if you're taking the piss or not.' He smiled. The look she gave him when she met his eyes answered his question.

He looked at her as if she just asked him if he found Harry Potter attractive, utterly dumbfounded. 'No! Why would I want you to do any of those things?'

She motioned towards her body and his eyes seemed to widen even more.

Suddenly he was right in front of her, so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. His hands found her shoulders and gently he began to run them down the sides of her body. She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her mouth as his fingertips grazed the swell of her breasts. To her surprise, she didn't feel that overpowering sense of anxiety that normally accompanied this kind of situation. Instead, she felt heat where he touched her skin and it was different to anything she had felt in her life. Never had she been touched like this. A part of her wanted to push him away but that part was silenced as his hands came to rest on her hips, his head leaning down to lightly press a kiss to her throat and she found herself tilting her own head to allow him better access.

As he continued to press kisses to her neck and trace patterns on her hips with his thumbs, Hermione felt her body go pliant and fall against his. She snaked one of her hands around his neck, holding his head to her. As his kisses on her neck grew more heated, now lightly sucking and nipping at her skin, she moaned loudly and blushed at her own response. She hoped he would not leave a mark but couldn't really bring herself to care. She felt Malfoy smirk against her skin and grip her tighter, bringing her hips flush against his.

'This is what your body has done to me Granger. Don't ever let me catch you thinking it's less than perfect.' He whispered in her ear. She felt what he was talking about, against her bare stomach, straining against his pyjama pants. Upon feeling it, she felt that knot again. She had thought she was going so well, this was about as physically intimate as she had even been and up until this point she had been fine. In fact, if she was honest, she was enjoying herself.

Malfoy must have felt her tension as he stopped kissing her jaw and pulled back staring her straight in the eyes. 'What's wrong?'

'This is what happens.' She said quietly looking away from him.

'Do you want me to back up?' His hands were no longer on her hips but on her back, running up and down soothingly.

'Umm…' her hand was still on the back of his neck and she absentmindedly played with his hair while she thought. He let out a small groan and she was once again acutely aware of their situation.

'Yeah' she said whilst removing her hands from him and stepping back.

He moved away and picked up her shirt. He held it out for her whilst she grabbed her jeans. 'I didn't mean to push you or anything.' He said whilst she pulled on her clothes.

'No, you didn't. It's me. This is what I'm talking about. I freak out.'

'You only freaked out once I pulled you against me.' He looked at her, his expression a mixture of guilt and curiosity. 'Is that what happens with Weasley?'

She blushed a bright red. 'Not exactly.' She bit her lip.

'What do you mean?' he was now leaning against the table, arms folded against his chest. Hermione couldn't help but take notice of the way his biceps bulged under the grey material of the T-shirt he had obviously worn to bed.

'Normally it happens faster with Ron. We don't get as far.'

A smile spread across his face. 'Was that the furthest you've ever been with a man Granger?'

She nodded shyly.

'Well, well, aren't I in for some fun with you then.' He winked. She was getting real sick of blushing around him. 'I guess it just takes talent, something the Weasel clearly doesn't have.' He was smirking arrogantly and Hermione did not like it.

'Don't be a jerk Malfoy. You were being so kind before, don't ruin it.' She glared at him.

'It's not my fault that Weasley doesn't know how to handle a woman.' He chuckled. She let out a frustrated sigh.

'Let's just not talk about Ron yeah?'

'Fair enough I suppose.' She nodded in thanks.

'So I think that's enough for today. I've got some stuff I've got to get done anyway.' Hermione noticed him shift his weight slightly and when she looked lower, she could see that number one on that list of stuff to get done would probably be a cold shower. 'Eyes up here Granger.' He clicked at her and winked. She felt her face flood with heat.

'Don't forget about Hogsmeade tomorrow.' He said and she was grateful that he changed the subject.

'Do you expect us to just walk around Hogsmeade together, me with bags of lingerie without anyone thinking that it's a bit strange?' She asked, genuinely concerned about what people would think if they just saw them out together, let alone buying skimpy knickers.

'It'll be fine. Don't worry so much. The war is over and done with, we don't need to be on opposite sides anymore. We could set a good example you and me.' It was a good idea, though Hermione wasn't entirely sure that he was being serious. 'And besides, if people question us we'll just tell them the truth.'

'Malfoy!' she gasped, taken aback that he would even suggest that after they had agreed they wouldn't tell anyone.

'That I'm helping you with a surprise for Weasley.' he said innocently. 'It's technically the truth and it doesn't sound that bad does it?'

She simply rolled her eyes and headed for the portrait hole. 'I'm going to go find Ginny and the boys. But thank you Malfoy. Feels weird to say, but I mean it.' She smiled genuinely and went to walk out of the dorm.

'Granger, before you go.' He pushed himself off the table and stood in the middle of their common room as she turned to look at him. 'What we were doing before you got all freaked out and shit.' She blushed and nodded. 'It was hot. Really hot. Remember that.' She smiled at him, a silent thanks. 'I can't wait to do it again.' He winked and turned away from her.

She shook her head to clear it as she walked out of the common room in search of her best friends and her boyfriend. It would not do to be with Ron and to be thinking about the fact that there was a part of her, no matter how small, that couldn't wait either.

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