Out of Hand by relativelypositive

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Chapter 33

"Where's Miss Judgy-Pants going?"

Draco didn't want to talk to anyone. He was mortified. And Blaise would be the last person he wanted to talk to in this situation. He was a great friend, but he had very little tact.

"Draco?"

He remained silent.

"What happened? Why was she on the floor? Were you holding her off by wandpoint?"

Draco remained silent and closed his eyes tightly.

"You're acting like that time we were in Knockturn Alley and that doxy felt you up!"

Go away, Blaise.

"I know that didn't happen. Miss Judgy-Pants wouldn't do anything that human. I imagine it will take years to pry the stick out of her arse."

No. I believe I'm the one in possession of the stick.

She had taken him completely by surprise. He thought they'd maybe kiss for a few months, progress as the wedding plans were made…up until their wedding night.

Girls weren't supposed to do that!

She just…she…fuck!

Draco had never had anyone…he couldn't even think of the right words to use for what she had been doing. Feeling him up wasn't the right phrase. It felt like so much more than what that loose woman in Knockturn Alley had done.

He knew a lot of that feeling was from the erotic dream he'd been having. He couldn't blame Granger for his dream, could he?

He had been incredibly turned on. It wasn't that he didn't like how it all felt. It was that he thought he was being molested by a guy, and that freaked him out.

That and the fact that he'd never done more than make out with a girl.

He knew the basics of sex. His father taught him what everything was, what it was for, where it went, and what not to do with it. He'd seen a gentleman's magazine or two in his time. He lived in the dormitory of a boarding school. Those things were commonplace.

If she'd come to him when he was awake the experience would have been vastly different.

"You're worrying me. Did she attack you?"

Draco sighed. "Not in the way you think."

"Are you blushing? I didn't even know you could blush!"

"You always pick on me when I blush, so don't act like it's a novelty."

Blaise made a grab for the pillow, but Draco dodged him.

Blaise accioed the pillow, and Draco jumped up from the couch and made a beeline for the closest room. He didn't care which one it was.

"Draco! Stop!"

Draco stopped, but didn't turn around.

"No one's hurt, right? You're all right? She's all right?"

"Not really."

Draco went through the closest door.

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Hermione was frantically searching the kitchen for tea.

She knew she had scared Malfoy. But what had she done that was so bad? She'd nuzzled him. That's the best descriptor she could think of. She hadn't done anything slutty!

She had crawled onto the couch with him. She hadn't touched him below the belt. When she felt him reacting a bit she had specifically moved so she wouldn't have any contact there.

She'd barely touched him at all! She had chosen her movements because they were gentle. Little kisses. Smoothing his hair.

Maybe the lick on the ear was a little more daring, but that was really just experimenting.

Her neighbor's puppy did more to you when you were lying on the couch.

What would cause that overreaction?

It wasn't just surprise. She saw his face.

If he thought he could kiss her until her knees shook in front of everyone, then not even want to snuggle with her in private, he was going to have to rethink.

Her future husband was going to want her. She just had to figure out how to make that happen.

"We can talk about it, you know. Since I'm engaged you won't be in any danger," she said sarcastically to Harry after five minutes of silence.

"It would be like talking about sex with my sister."

"I'm looking for a discussion here, not your fantasies or anything."

"Still, I don't want to talk about it with you. It feels wrong."

Hermione sighed.

"Can I tell you what happened?"

"I don't want to hear about you trying to have sex."

"That's not…God, I just wanted to make out a bit! We were in the middle of the Warren, where you could have walked in on us at any time! I wasn't going to have sex with him! I just wanted to see if he would…play a bit."

"Enough! Jeez, Hermione! I don't want to hear this!"

"But he was fine until he went to touch me! Then he shoved me onto the floor!"

"Maybe you scared him! He was asleep when we left him!"

"But isn't that a common thing you guys want? To be woken up…happy?"

"Maybe when you know someone's in bed with you."

"So you're telling me I went about it the wrong way."

"Hermione, stop what you're trying to do."

"What? Why?"

"He's not going to know how to respond to you. He didn't grow up in the world we did! You may be ready for more, but he probably isn't!"

"Seriously, Harry, I didn't do anything to him."

"You must have been pushing him."

"But all our clothes stayed on."

"Stop it!"

"I mostly kept my hands to myself."

"I don't want to hear this!"

"I didn't touch any of his naughty bits."

"Hermione, I don't know what he was thinking or feeling. Not every man has the same wants."

"I wish Ginny were here."

"So you could consult another virgin about sex?"

"You did hear me tell you that I wasn't going to have sex with Malfoy right out in the common area, right? Anyway, Ginny would at least hear me out."

The old friends looked at each other with trepidation.

"This is going to sound so girly, but I need him to think about me as a woman."

"I can't give you any more advice about Malfoy."

"But if I have to marry him someday, I need him to-"

"Stop. Talking. I get it. Why do you need that now?"

"Why not now?"

Harry sighed. "I'm going to regret asking you this. How did you think that was going to go?"

"I thought he'd wake up and kiss me. We'd touch each other a bit…over the clothes! Don't make that face! He'd come with me to the library for a little privacy where we'd share a couch and kiss and snuggle."

"Since when do you live in dream land?"

"What's wrong with that scenario?"

"It's not reality."

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Draco found himself in the storage room.

He looked around a bit and quickly became bored. Like eighty rooms in this place and he ends up in the only boring one.

How was he going to teach his witch what was acceptable?

That was not.

Not that he didn't appreciate her spirit. Once married, they'd have a robust sex life.

Draco wanted to ignore the knock on the door. It was either Granger or Blaise, and he didn't want to see either of them.

"Come on, man! You've been pouting for ten minutes now. Come out."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"We need to talk about what you're going to do about your father and the Dark Lord."

He supposed they did.

"Granger's not out here. Scratch that. She wasn't out here."

"Malfoy?"

Ugh. He didn't want to talk to her yet.

"I thought he was Draco."

"Shut up, Zabini. Malfoy, can I come in, please?"

No. He didn't want her in this enclosed space with him.

He wasn't scared of her.

He was wary of her.

There was a difference!

He pulled open the door and walked past Granger and Blaise. He could hear them sniping at each other as he opened door after door looking for the meeting room.

"Is this going to devolve into fisticuffs?"

"Fisticuffs? Really?"

"Fine. A duel then."

"Why in the world would you think that would happen?" asked Granger.

"This room has the tension of an impending fight."

When Draco found the meeting room he turned to his best friend and his fiancée.

"Granger, please sit. Blaise, give us five minutes, then come in. And I mean that literally. Time us. Five minutes."

"No safe word?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Five minutes. Got it."

Draco took a deep breath while he ushered Granger into a chair on one side of the table, then proceeded to take a seat across from her.

He forced himself to look her in the eye.

"There is etiquette to be followed."

"Etiquette," she responded blandly.

"Yes."

"So…I'm not allowed to kiss you."

"I didn't say that."

"I'm not allowed to lay next to you?"

"I didn't say that, either."

"So…what did I do that was so wrong?"

"Relations—"

"Just call it sex!"

"Granger, listen, please. Sex is not to be performed—"

"Why are you-?"

"Why won't you let me finish a sentence!" he yelled.

"Because I know you aren't attracted to me!"

Did she miss the huge…never mind.

"There are a few reasons I reacted like I did. None of them are because I don't think you're hot!"

"Then why did you shove me away?"

Draco was having a hard time keeping his temper under control.

"This is very embarrassing for me, so shut up for a minute and let me figure out how to say this!" He took a moment to pick his words. He could feel her indignation. "I was asleep," he started again. "I thought I was in my bed in my dorm. Only males can get into the boys' dorms. I thought you were a guy!"

Granger full out laughed in surprise. "Seriously? Do guys hit on you a lot?"

Draco smiled in return. "No," he said with a laugh in his voice.

He tried to see this incident from her point of view, but just couldn't.

"Hermione, we shouldn't do those things."

"If you liked it, then why not?"

"Because we shouldn't. This is how I was raised. I've lived by these strict rules, and I still do."

"You have a choice now."

"Yeah, I do, but I can't just change. I keep forgetting you're new to all this. I've always been 'Draco Malfoy,' the heir to the most powerful family in England. Take away my title, and I still have the training, the expectations."

"But who you are going to be has changed. Your expectations can change."

"Yeah. But I'm not going to suddenly become easy!" He smiled to show her he was joking.

Granger gave him a smile in return that looked more like a wince of pain.

"Did you think I was going to have sex with you?"

"You weren't?"

"No!" she said as though she were the one being offended. "There is a lot of ground to cover between kissing and sex!"

"Then what were you doing?"

"I'd been thinking about that kiss! Every few minutes it replayed in my mind. I wanted more." She thought for a moment, then quickly added, "It's not like I was stripping down and grinding on you. I barely touched you at all. I may not think sex is as big a deal as you do, but I do have scruples. I wouldn't go from kissing to sex in one day."

"But what were you doing?" he pressed.

"You had said something about being romantic earlier and…I thought you'd like to be woken up that way."

"Time's up!" Blaise sauntered in with Harry, Greg and the twins. "You two done fighting about the sex you're not having?"

Draco fought the urge to kill his friend.

"Of course they're not having sex. It's Hermione," said one of the twins.

Blaise smirked. "Dude, you need to catch up."

A/N:

I kind of enjoyed how annoyed some of you were with Hermione's choices. Is that wrong?

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