First of all, I want to give my love to the people who have continued to support me. Your comments, kudos, and faves have really encouraged me.

Secondly, I would like to apologize for the delay in posting. It seems I have a number of people in my life who are trying to out-asshole one another, and I have been caught in the middle. I care deeply for the people in my life. When they hurt I hurt with them. It's hard trying to make this shit up when reality is making a mockery of me.

My mom has dementia. It's been coming on for years, but lately it has been a struggle. She can remember a conversation from 1982, but has no idea what was just said five minutes ago. I have been doing my best to take care of her. She's the most stubborn person on the planet, and refuses to admit defeat. She's worse than a three year old saying "I can do it myself."

I'm sure many of you are much younger than myself, and can't relate. I hope you take the advise of this old lady if you find yourself in a similar situation someday. BE PATIENT! It's hard, and when she has asks me for the fifteenth time what day it is, I pretend she didn't ask me the same question five minutes ago. She's forgotten how to cook. She has trouble telling time. My biggest fear is one day she will forget me. It's taking a toll on all of us. Nursing homes will never be an option for her. I refuse to do that to my mom.

On January 9th I lost a friend to cancer. She left us much too early, and it's been hard to say goodbye. She had the biggest heart, but was the best person to talk shit to about other people. She will be missed.

On a positive note, the one who inspired my inner Ophelia is doing well. I'm speaking of my granddaughter. She is currently 15 months old and is learning new things daily. She loves to climb, eat pizza, and has the best laugh, EVER! She and by beautiful daughter have been a balm to the stress I have been feeling.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. This is a turning point for our dear Hermione. All of her memories up to this point have been rather PG. However, this chapter we get a very Hermione POV of a sex scene (I hope you find it as funny as I did.). It takes place two days after the flashback from Chapter 15, if you need a refresher (I certainly did…LOL).

Disclaimer: All book titles and characters in this chapter are fictional. Any and all book titles and characters named in this chapter are coincidental and do not have any representation in the real world. Should I have named a book in existence, please note it was purely accidental. If you or someone you know have a book title listed in this chapter, please accept my deepest apologies. If you do have a book with one of those titles, please reevaluate your life choices. Thank you!

Chapter 50 – Bookworms Do it Best

24 April, 2010

The Three Broomsticks

Room 5

Hogsmeade, Scotland

Hermione Granger

Michael looks at me knowingly and smiles, "I think you know what you must do as the Morrigan." He implants a vision of me asking for an increase of ley lines worldwide. He continues, "When the magical population rises from ten percent to twenty percent, it will be impossible to hide magic." He places a hand on my shoulder and looks into my eyes. His brilliant blue eyes draw me in. "I know you understand what you must do, and that is why the Deities have so much interest in you, Young One."

In my mind I see Enchantex using our media to expose magic. He shows me glimpses of our campaign to expose magic to the masses. I see advertisements encouraging love, acceptance, and unity. He shows conflict caused by exposure to magic, and finally the peace acceptance will bring worldwide. I'm inundated with visions of myself fighting for the rights and equality for all beings. He shows me some backlash and how as a family, my friend's families, and my children will overcome the final stages victorious. I see my youngest son as a grown man standing in front of a large intergalactic assembly introducing himself as the representative for Arcadia.

I ask Michael in my head, " I thought it was ill advised for one to know their fate. Why are you showing me this?" He answers , "You are already on this path. I'm not telling you anything you haven't worked your life to accomplish. You are going to be the catalyst to bring your planet change, allowing entrance into the interplanetary council. Do you understand how important your decisions will be?"

I take a deep breath. Sirius and Sandy briefly mentioned the people of Earth are not allowed into the council because of the aggressive cultures of humans. I briefly glance over at Draco and his confused expression. So Draco can hear, I say outloud, "I'm starting to grasp the gravity of it all."

Michael smiles, "You can do it, stop doubting yourself. You may be the Morrigan by birth, but you being the Morrigan is fate. Trust your instincts, they will never fail you."

Michael stands up and he walks over to Draco and shakes his hand. "Draco, take care of her. You have redeemed yourself sufficiently. Live a good life." Interesting. I wonder what Michael saw that he isn't sharing.

Draco gives a look of concentration and says, "Thank you for the gift. I will put good use to it."

Michael walks over to me. In my mind he tells me, " I'll be close young one. You will always be safe." He smiles and says, "I'll be seeing you." He takes my hand and I feel a pulse of magic similar to what Dina did when she blessed me. Before I can ask what he did, he fades away.

Draco lets out an audible sigh of relief. His eye brows are draw together and mouth is pursed as if he is trying to figure out what to make of the interaction. He finally comes closer to me and asks, "What is it you must do?"

I smile knowing he is going to have a great deal of questions, "I'm exposing magic to the muggles. Twenty years from now, everyone will know magic exists."

He looks shocked and incredulously asks, "How are you going to do that?"

I smile know he is going to have a great many questions and respond, "The birth rate of muggle-borns are going to increase in the next twenty years. Technology is making our world smaller by the day. Our society will no longer be able to hide magic." I get on my tip toes and kiss his cheek and say, "We are going to change everything."

He looks astonished, "Mia getting rid of the Statute to Secrecy is dangerous. It protects us from the muggles."

I take a seat at the table, "Draco, have a seat. We have a lot to talk about."

He looks frustrated. He takes a seat at the table and scoots his chair closer to mine. I turn to him and say, "Though the Statute of Secrecy at one time protected wizards and witches from the perceived threat of muggles, it was never necessary. The 55,000 "witches" that were killed during the witch hunts in America and Europe were never witches. Most of these women were highly intelligent, eccentric, or independent. Many of the women were free thinkers who would not confirm to the social norms of the times. It is a fact that only three women were killed throughout the witch hunts who were actually witches. In the mid 14th century, a wizard with the last name of Black created a potion, or perhaps spread the potion throughout Europe. He was responsible for the Bubonic Plague or Black Plague as muggles and some wizarding texts explain. This killed over fifty million people throughout Europe and possibly up to seventy million. Perseus Black received only a verbal reprimand since it killed muggles and not wizards and witches. This brought great tensions between muggles and wizards. Muggles used to rely on wizards to assist them with magic. Many wizards became resentful of them asking for help. The solution was to create the Statute of Secrecy and erase wizards from muggle history. Prior to the Statute of Secrecy, muggles and wizards had a very symbiotic relationship for thousands of years, but men being inherently greedy asked for too much from each other. The tensions were unbearable, so wizards erased themselves from muggle history. The Statute is unnecessary when magic can easily be recorded now with video cameras. The I.C.W. was created to secure the Statute, but they can shift and become the protection of wizards throughout the world. Exposing magic will be especially hard for some cultures to accept. Some cultures have laws against witchcraft. Some religious sects will become violent, but eventually the wizen population will blend with no-majs. It will be harder for No-Maj people to accept than Magical people. Magical people are already being conditioned to love and accept all humans around the world. Intolerance only happens when people fear or are ignorant of the truth. The sociological aspects of prejudice occurs in people with a lower education. Enchantex makes several billion galleons that I keep within the company. I can create funding across the world for education, advertising, and propaganda if I have to create a world of tolerance and love."

He shakes his head, "This sounds like some Grindlewald bullshite, I don't think it's a good idea."

I laugh at him, "Draco, Grindlewald wanted to destroy the Statute of Secrecy so wizards could overpower muggles. He did it for power. I'm going to do this because it could open so many opportunities for our world. There are other societies and worlds we could benefit from if we as a species can get over our petty prejudices. I don't want to destroy the Statute of Secrecy to rule over non-magical people, I want our world to learn to bask in our differences and love one another as a species. The difference of magical people and non-magical people is a single chromosome."

Draco looks at me confused. I inwardly sigh because although I know Draco is extremely intelligent, his basic science education is lacking since British purebloods considered science a muggle subject. I gently ask him, "Do you know any muggle science?"

He looks a bit sheepish, and says, "I have studied some medical muggle science to assist with potion making. However, it was never a subject I was taught."

I smile encouragingly at him, "Draco, I understand. Though most science has been able to explain a lot of things, with meeting the Deities, I have an inclination many things are still quite unexplained and are simply theories. There is one thing that has been confirmed by Gaia when I met her, DNA. DNA, deoxyribonucleic acid isa molecule that contains the genetic code that is unique to every individual. Think of it as a potion recipe. Each ingredient makes up the properties of a potion. The difference in one potion to another is the ingredients used in the potion. DNA is the list of the ingredients, while Chromosomes refer to the individual ingredients of the Potions. Each potion differs dependent on the ingredients used to make the potion. Same for all living creatures. Our DNA is unique based on the chromosomes found in our DNA. Chromosomes determine why some humans are male and some female, why I have brown hair, and you have blond. Chromosomes also can determine your ability to run faster, be creative, or give us magic. Humans, animals, and plants are made up of cells. Each and every living being is comprised of cells. It takes approximately thirty seven trillion cells to make up the human body." I look at him and he seems completely confused. I know I have lost him. "Draco, can we table this discussion until I can acquire the proper materials to help you understand?"

He nods, "I think I understand some of what you are saying. I have my mother's eyes and my father's hair. These things were determined at conception, correct?"

I smile, "Yes. In the simplest explanation, yes. However the logistics are more complicated than I care to explain right now. Our parents pass on their chromosomes and they combine to create an unique DNA that make us individually different from our parents."

He nods, "Earlier today I asked why our eldest daughter will have black hair and you said it's a recessive gene. Are genes chromosomes?"

I grimace, "Genes are contained in the chromosomes. There are hundreds to thousands of genes that make up a single chromosome. I also told you genetics was complicated."

He sighs, "Right, so you are saying muggles and wizards are essentially the same except for a different component that essentially is our magical core?"

I almost forgot how intelligent he was. I smile at him and lean in and kiss his cheek. Gods, he smells amazing! I take his hands and interlock our fingers and say, "Yes. In the simplest terms. However, genetics are not the only way to create a magical person. Two muggles can create a magical person by conceiving a child on a ley line. I do not fully understand how. The ley lines could possibly effect us on a molecular level. It will need to be studied. The second way two muggles can produce a magical person is with pure…"

He finishes the sentence with a smile, "Love. Love is the most powerful magic." He laughs. "Ophelia told me something similar a long time ago."

I hesitate, "It's been proven by the I.C.W."

He smirks, "Yes, but when did you first hear it?"

I stop my train of thought and think. When did I first hear about love being the most powerful magic? I smile as I remember…Sixth Year.

5 November, 1996

Dagworth Castle

Ballroom

Cornwall, England

Hermione Granger

" EXPELLIARMUS!"

Tonks' wand flies into my hand and I grin in triumph. My grin quickly fades when I see the defeated look on Tonks' face. Remus broke up with her after Sirius died. Sirius' death affected all of us at the Castle. It has been very solemn and serious as of late. Some days I still find it hard to function, but I have so much more I need to learn. I have been spending as much time here as possible. I have been using the time turner four to five times a day. I find ways to spend time studying at the Castle then I go to my parents for a few hours, I visit Fred and George, and sometimes I hide in a muggle library to allow myself extra time to study. I have been using three Replenishing Potions a day. Master Bevel, my potions master, taught me how to brew it myself. Fred or George buy me the ingredients once a week so I have a huge secret supply.

It's just not enough. I can't seem to learn everything I need to. I feel things are going to become much more dangerous and Viola and Andi have been pushing me extra hard. Minerva has tried to encourage me to complete my animangus form. I don't see the point. An elephant isn't something inconspicuous in England. It seems pointless. Minerva says I am already at a Masters level for Transfiguration. I have been focusing on charms, hexes, and abjuration. I want to be able to protect Harry as much as possible.

Looking at Tonks and seeing her so defeated is a glaring reminder of what loss can do to a person. She and Remus loved each other. Last year they were inseparable. However when Sirius died, Remus broke up with Tonks and it has devastated her.

She walks over to me and says, "Oi, give me my wand. I think we have had enough training for the day. You're a great duelist, next time don't use Expelliarmus. You are not Harry Potter."

I shake my head, "I wasn't going to hurt you, it was the best I could think of."

She nods, "We'll work on finishing spells tomorrow. I'm ending our time early today. I'm not in the headspace to properly duel. Moody would have my arse."

I frown. Her mousey brown hair is in disarray and she has dark circles under her eyes. She avoids Remus at all costs, and it's been stressful. I watch her leave and Viola is standing in the doorway. I ignore Viola and slump to the floor. I've been so worried about Tonks, the war, Harry, and desperately missing Sirius. The stress is exhausting me.

I hear Viola's heels as she walks closer to me, "Hermione, what seems to be troubling you, my dear."

I look up into her unreal blue eyes framed by perfect blond hair held back by a diamond headband, and inwardly scoff. Why does her hair have to be so perfect all the time? I take a deep breath and say, "I'm worried about Tonks. She's just a shell of herself and I have no idea how to help her."

Viola sits down in front of me, "You can't help her. She is mourning a loss of love, and there is little anyone can do to help her right now. Remus made his decision in a reaction to his own mourning. Sirius has left his mark on all of us. I had known him his entire life. Like his father, his charisma was electrifying. He draws people in. I've believe, his father, before being manipulated into marrying his heinous wife, was just as lovely as his son. Those Black men never knew a stranger. Fear causes men to do horribly stupid things. Fear has many faces. Fear caused a beautiful soul to enter into a dreadful union. Walburga had threatened Orion's mother's life. He married her to save her life. Orion was never a cruel man, he was a man full of fear of his wife. He resigned himself to her through his apathy. He just stopped caring about everything. Sirius deserved a better father, but found family through his friends. He loved Remus fiercely. Remus' father feared werewolves, and spent his life fearing his own son never offering any love. Remus had love amongst his friends, which have all met tragic ends. Remus fears loving someone else because he fears he is the catalyst for their deaths. Men are not very logical with their emotions. They are quite inept at them, to be honest. Fear causes the most irrational actions in men, some females too. Remus and Dora shared a loving bond. Love is not simply an emotion, love is magic in its purest form. Love can end wars, cure the ill, create something entirely new. Even muggles can manage great feats when they love. Have you ever heard of the mother who lifted a automobile to save her child? Love will find it's way back to those two souls. It's not for you to fix."

I finally look up at her and she's smiling. "Hermione, you're seventeen now. It is time you learn to pick your battles, not everything is on your shoulders to fix." She takes my hands in hers, "How about we go see what Hester has in the kitchens for us to eat, hmmm?"

I smile at Viola. She really is a good friend to have in your corner. "Thank you Vi. I just worry about those I care about."

She smiles, "As do I, my dear. This is why I'm trying to bribe you with sweets to improve your mood."

I laugh, "Yes, let's go find some sweets."

24 April, 2010

The Three Broomsticks

Room 5

Hogsmeade, Scotland

Hermione Granger

I open my eyes and meet Draco's. "It was Sixth Year. Remus Lupin had broken up with Tonks, and she was so fucking depressed it was hard to be around her. Viola said love is powerful and it would bring them back together." I smile and take his hand in mine. "It's your fault they got back together actually."

He looks incredulous, and sputters, "M-My fault? How?" Then he pauses and sighs, "Sixth Year, the Battle at the Astronomy Tower? I let Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Fuck!"

I climb into his lap and wrap my legs around him and hold his face to force him to look at me. "Draco, don't you dare spiral on me! I shouldn't have teased you. After that battle, Remus and Tonks were married just three days later on the 3rd of July."

He smirks at me, and places his hand on my hips and pulls me closer. Fuck! I didn't think when I climbed on top of him. Gods, he feels amazing, but we can't do this. Fuck I feel his cock growing. I want him so bad, but it's too soon.

He laughs, "Mia there is no need to panic. I'm fully in control of my facilities. I was only reminded of how good you feel wrapped around me. I promise I will not pressure you, and we agreed to a courtship. As much as I want to throw you on that bed in this private room, I won't touch you until the look of fear in your eyes is gone." He pulls me into a hug and softly runs kisses down my neck. "When, and only when you are ready, I'm going to make every inch of you mine again. Do you remember how good we are together?" He moves his hands up to my waist and slips his hands under my jumper. Fuck, I'm on fire! He continues caressing me and pressing light kisses along my neck. I let a slight moan slip and move my hips against him for some friction. He moves his hands and place them on my bum and stands up with me wrapped around him. He walks us until my back is against the wall and grinds into me while kissing my neck.

Then he stops, moves his torso away from me and searches my eyes. I want him, but it's too soon. We have a decade of experiences between us that we need to discuss. I'm scared of being hurt again. No one ever hurt me like Draco did.

He takes my hands and places them above my head and I completely forgot about taking things slow. I position my core over his cock. Damn, he feels so fucking good. He's broader than he once was, but he still smells the same and has the same glint in his eyes. He runs his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, "Mmhm, you're still a good girl, aren't you?" He squeezes my bum and grinds against my sweet spot. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" He leans forward and kisses the spot under my ear. "I know how fucking delicious you taste. I've craved the taste of you." He runs his tongue across my bottom lip and pulls away before I can capture his lips. Fuck! "I feel the heat of that perfect cunt on my cock through your jeans. I know you're wet for me."

He smirks, and my heart is racing. Who cares if it's too soon? I need him so fucking bad.

He leans in closer and says, "You have shown me a future with you, and fuck I can't wait to finally make you my wife. I can't wait to see you swell with our children, and raise a family with you." He grinds his cock against my center and then smirks, "I'll be damned if we do anything too soon to ruin that. Your great big brain can't handle all the delicious things I'm going to do to you to make you mine." He unwraps my legs and sets me on the floor and when he knows I'm steady, he smirks, "If you'll excuse me, I must part, to take care of something."

He spins around and goes into the loo. That fucking bastard! How dare he leave me like this! Gods I can taste him on my lips and my entire body is heated. I have goose pimples and the tiny hairs along my body are standing up. He's the only one who could do this to me. He is the first one to show me I am capable, confident, and sexy.

11 January, 1999

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hogwarts Library, Restricted Section

Hogsmeade, Scotland

Hermione Granger

I'm a coward. I have excepted my fate, and will gladly turn in my Gryffindor colors forever because I am the biggest coward on the planet. Two days ago, I used the last of my bravery in the most brazen way possible, and now I'm hiding. Yesterday morning I woke up in Draco's bed. I slept for the first time since Third Year, and I hid away in Minerva's office studying. I skipped classes today and hid in the Restricted Section of the Library. I did all of this so I can't face Draco after I brazenly took off my clothes and he spent hours kissing every inch of my body. How will I ever be able to face him again? What must he think of me after I boldly vanished my clothes? We didn't have sex, but I had my first six orgasms just by him doing amazing things with his tongue. He was like a starving man having a feast. I begged him for more, and he never pushed me for anything else. He wouldn't even let me touch him. How can I possibly ever face him again?

I can't help but think it was a dream. How can this beautiful boy…man…young man ever really be interested in me? No one has ever been interested in me, why would he want me? He used to say the most hateful things to me. What if he really feels that way and this year has been some kind of scheme? No that can't be it. We became friends quite by accident. Gods, I love him. He's amazing. What if he remembers he doesn't like me much at all?

Just then I here the gate crash open to the Restricted Section. I glance at my watch, and it says it's after 11. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I know it's him before he appears in front of me. He is smirking at me and walks over to the table and stands in front of me. He places both hands on the table and leans on them.

"Granger, it's such a surprise to see you here. I thought I would find you in the infirmary. I really thought my beautiful swot would have to be very sick to miss all her classes today."

I feel my cheeks redden. He truly is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. "Erm…"

He snickers and walks around the table and pulls my chair out and kneels down in front of me. He still looks highly amused, and I feel mortified for how I reacted. "Granger? I'm Granger again?"

He smirks, "When a girl avoids you for two days after one spends hours exploring her entire body, one would think you didn't mean it when you said you would be mine."

Gods, he hates me! I knew I messed everything up! "I-I meant it. I-I…."

He puts his arms around me pulls me to him. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, and smiles, "Where were you yesterday?"

"Minerv…erm, Headmistress McGonagall let me use her office to study." I cast my eyes down unable to met his stare.

He sighs audibly, "Granger, look at me…Please." I look at him and he looks like he is trying not to laugh at me.

I reluctantly meet his eyes. He leans in and places a kiss on my forehead. "Did I do something wrong?"

I shake my head unable to find words.

He stands up and picks me up and places me on the table and stands between my legs. He lifts my chin and looks in my eyes. "Do you believe you did something wrong?"

I look away from him without answering and bite my bottom lip worriedly.

He puts his hand on my chin and gently turns my head until I'm looking at him again. He looks highly amused, and it is just making me feel worse.

He looks up at the ceiling and sighs. "Mia, how could the most significant night of my life end with you feeling you did something wrong?"

Most significant night of his life? What? He's been with so many other girls. "Malfoy…"

He shakes his head, and places his finger over my mouth, "Tsk…tsk…tsk. None of that, Granger. What's my name?"

I look up at him, "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Why do you get to call me Granger?"

He smiles, "Because I want to. It's really a term of endearment, really." He leans in and places a light kiss on my lips. "Some blokes call their girls 'baby', but I have a feeling you would vanish my bollocks if I tried that one. Love, I use, however we are still quite new. Though I am courting you with the intent to marry you, because when I said I want you to be mine, I meant it, we shouldn't rush anything yet. However when you are being absolutely mind numbingly impossible, your name is and will always be Granger."

Intent to marry???!!! Oh my God! "Dra-Draco, how can you say you intend to marry me? Your parents will never allow it."

He smirks, "Though the blood purity nonsense is somewhat an issue. I am a Malfoy. Malfoys are not superior to others because of our blood, we are superior because we always get what we want. I want you. I want the smart, gorgeous, thoughtful, generous, forgiving person you have shown to be for the last four months. Every conversation we have had I have seen who you are and I can't imagine living a life without you. The last two days have been torturous without you. My mother loves me too much to not allow me to have the only thing in life that makes me happy. Don't worry about that now. What I need to know is why you have been hiding for two days?"

I look away, and I feel my cheeks color. How can I tell him? He moves into my line of sight, and says, "Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that, right? I have never been more transparent with anyone in my life. I hope you know you can tell me anything."

My breath hitches with his sincerity. I look at him, and he's right. Our late night conversations have been the most honest conversations I have ever had since Sirius. I have shared more with Draco than I have with anyone. I sigh and bend my head. I finally say, "I was embarrassed because I was so brazen. It was quite out of character for me. I was afraid, you would think I was a slag."

He bites down on both of his lips and closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes they are on fire. He licks his bottom lip and smirks. "Mia, let me say this perfectly clear so you are never mistaken again. I knew I was taking a risk by admitting to you how have been feeling for months. I calculated many outcomes. I thought the worst case scenario would be you didn't feel the same. I know you are grieving, and you constantly question yourself. Your big beautiful brain is in constant motion, and you continuously evaluate everything over and over. Saturday, when I confessed how I felt, I was happy for a kiss. It was the most amazing kiss I have ever had in my life. To couple that with you, allowing me to do so many delicious things to you, I was the happiest wizard alive. Finding out my girlfriend not only is beautiful and smart, but is bold, sexy, and responsive to all of my fantasies was the best thing that has ever happened to me. What happened to make you think I would think about you in any negative way?"

I cast my eyes down, he's right. Our night together was amazing and he didn't do anything I didn't enjoy. He didn't pressure me and everything that happened, I asked for more. "Then…then why didn't you let me t-touch you?"

He laughs, "Granger, if you want to touch me, I am right here."

"B-but you went to the loo and…and"

He finally burst out laughing, "Hermione Jean Granger, are you seriously upset, I didn't ask you for more?"

I look away from him, "I-I don't know. You just said you had something to take care of and left me alone to go to the loo. I-I thought I did something wrong. When you came back you just kissed me and held me tight until we fell asleep."

His smirk somehow becomes smirkier (it's a word), and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me flush to him. "Mia, I was so fucking hard from the hours I spent giving you as much pleasure as I could, I needed to have a wank before I exploded. You're a virgin, love. I love that about you, it caters to my inner masculinity in a way I can hardly express. I didn't want to do anymore, because I was trying to be a gentleman. As much as I want to fuck you into my mattress until you come all over my cock, I didn't think it would be wise. You overthink too much and I thought it would be too much for you right now. I am so sorry, I made you feel insecure. Mia, please talk to me, next time. You are too good of an occulmens for me to know what you are thinking. Please talk to me. I never want you to feel there is anything you can't say to me. I never want you to think you can't ask for what you want. We are new to this aspect of our relationship. I love our friendship. I love being able to tell you everything on my mind. I love that you trust me to tell me your feelings. Sexuality is a new aspect of what we are going to share. Don't be afraid to ask me for what you want. Don't be afraid to explore. Don't be afraid to touch me. I want all of you."

My breath hitches, and I know he's right. I vanished my clothes because he asked me to let him make me feel good, and I took the opportunity. I nod, unable to find words. I'm tired of words. I lean in and kiss him. I taste his bottom lip and he is just as delicious as I remember.

Tonks gave me about 30 steamy wizarding erotic novels for my seventeenth birthday. She said it was time I had a different type of education. She said, "Someday you will thank me." I spent a couple weeks devouring the novels. I found them somewhat educational, if not a bit ridiculous, but since I never had time for boys, I wondered if I would ever find someone I could use my knowledge on. I've had crushes before, and Pavarti and Lavender were always talking too loud about boys in the dorm. I decided to research sex on a scientific level. Since I was always going to a muggle library to hideaway, I devoured all the books about the fundamentals of sex. There were many books with plenty of information, on the subject. I memorized anatomy, erogenous zones, and some procedural information. I stored all the information away until the war was over. Now that it is, I'm scared of trying.

I've heard others talk about it. While on the run, Harry was very explicit about his experiences with Ginny. He spoke about it the most when Ron left, but there was a couple of instances it became awkward. I walked in on Ron and Harry masturbating more often than I care to admit. I always thought of sex as something other people do. It was never applicable to me until Draco. I promised myself to have a normal teenage experience this year. What is more normal than a little petting with your former school bully? Ugh…I need a therapist not a boyfriend, I think. He tastes so good, I wonder if all of him tastes as good.

I broke the kiss, and look into his eyes full of something I'm not sure I can identify. "You're not mad at me?"

He laughs and pulls me closer to him and I feel my core against his hardness. "Mad? No. I'm not mad at you. I know you. I didn't make my move until I knew you well enough to gage your reactions. I'm irritated you didn't speak to me, but my amusement won over any irritation I may have felt. You won't get rid of me easily. I'm a giant prat that always gets his way. I am determined to have you in every capacity you allow me."

I lick my bottom lip, "Fair enough. I don't like you going to the loo to take care of yourself. C-can I try something?"

He smiles a genuine smile, and hold out his hands, "Mia Love, I am yours to do with as you please."

I stand up and grab my wand and cast a silencing charm, a disillusionment charm and a warding lock on the gate. I look at him and say, "I would like for you to sit down." He takes a seat, and I straddle his lap. "I-I'm nervous. As you have so accurately deduced, I do not have any experience, and if I do something wrong, will you please tell me?"

He gets a serious look, "Mia, you don't…"

I silence him with a kiss. I break the kiss and start removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as I continue, "I was upset because I acted so brazen. I know enough about teenage boys to know they wouldn't say no to many things. I thought since you didn't let me touch you, you decided you didn't want me. You have made it clear, I was mistaken. I will try to be more open with you. Some things may cause me a little embarrassment. I-I don't know enough about relationships, to know how to navigate it all. I am asking for your patience."

When his chest is exposed to me, I move from his lap to the floor after placing a cushioning charm. He licks his bottom lip and draw it between his teeth as I apprehensively touch his chest. He doesn't take his eyes off me and both of us a breathing quite audibly. I run my hand down his chest, his nearly defined abs, and when I reach the waist of his trousers, I slowly start removing them.

Once he is exposed to me I look at him in his full glory. This boy…man is clearly the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I take both my hands and wrap them around his cock. The tip sticks out a couple of inches above my hands. I see a bead of moisture leaking from the tip. I lean in tentatively and lick the moisture. It's a bit salty, but otherwise there is no taste.

While I'm otherwise in my head trying to calm my nerves, Draco's reaction is immediate, and I look up at him, and he is holding on to the chair watching me. While looking into his eyes I swirl my tongue around the tip. He hisses, and I try again. I remove one of my hands and take more of him in my mouth. Other than reading, I have no idea what I'm doing, but Draco seems to be enjoying it immensely. I watch his reaction to the things I'm doing and it makes me feel…powerful.

"Fuck Mia, that's it, you're doing so good, love."

The powerful feeling I was experiencing erupts and the only thing I know is doing everything I can to keep him making those noises. It's amazing to realize I can make this tall, strong man fall apart in this way. I once thought oral sex was degrading to females. In muggle culture, it's sometimes used in a derogatory way. I think it certainly is, but when you care about someone, it's empowering to have them fall apart under you.

I've taken much more of him in my mouth, and have begun pumping my other hand in time. In The Witch, the Wizard, and the Time-Turner , it went into great detail how to do this. I never thought of the books in practicum, but they are certainly helping me now.

In My Concubine is a Vampire , the narrator described how Clarisse used suction and hallowed out her cheeks while adding a twist to the base of the man's cock with their hand.

"Holy fucking hell, Mia!"

Hmmm. He likes this. Draco is always so put together. He's so posh, and confident. Seeing him visibly shake and moan while I'm really only putting in a bit of effort is amazing. In, The Warlock and the Werewolf's Secret Chamber , Julietta used her left hand to apply gentle pressure to his testicles. I've never touched a testicle before, but I did kick Jason Keesling while attending primary school for pushing Valerie once. I use my hand and kneed his testicles together like Chinese baoding balls.

"MIA, FUUUUUUCK!!!"

That seemed to do the trick. My mouth is filled with liquid that surprisingly doesn't have a bad taste. In, Accio, My Heart, Roman told Lisette it's bad manners not to swallow. So I swallowed and look up at Draco and smile while I lick him clean as Dimitri in Love me or Avada me said he enjoyed.

He puts his hands under my arms and lifts me up and guides me to straddle him. He gives me a mind blowing kiss, I feel shaky from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I can't quite believe I just did that.

As he is kissing me he places his hand between my legs, and says, "Fuck Mia, you're so wet for me. Did you enjoy doing that for me?"

I nod, "I-I really did."

He smiles and kisses my forehead, "I promise I'll never deny you again. I'll let you do anything you want to me."

He then picks me up and lays me on the table and returns the favor well into the night. I think I like Draco Malfoy as my boyfriend.

24 April, 2010

The Three Broomsticks

Room 5

Hogsmeade, Scotland

Hermione Granger

Memory Lane is interrupted when I hear my phone chime. It's been going off all day, but I decided now to check it.

Sasha: Where in the ever living hell did you disappear to? All of your friends have been trying to reach you! Theo and I have organized a dinner at Zabini's Italian Restaurant, Diagon Alley @ 7. Everyone you like will be there. I expect you and the Douchebag to come as well. It's 4 now, please reply.

Mia: Who will be there?

Sasha: Idk. Theo sent owls to your friends in England. We decided not to go to Paris. Where are you?

Mia: I'm in Scotland, we'll be back at the Manor shortly. Did Colton get the images I need?

Sasha: Yes he did. He'll go over them later. Love you.

Mia: Thanks! Love you, too.

I tidy up the room and wait for Draco to appear. After about ten minutes, Draco comes out of the loo and smiles at me. I huff because he has to know I'm irritated at him. I still feel a bit flushed from before. He looks perfect as if he didn't just go in the loo to work one out.

I take a deep breath. "We have been requested to attend dinner at Zabini's with your friends and mine. Sasha and Theo planned it."

He sighs, "Another night with Josh, huh?"

I giggle, "That's pretty specific. Do we need to talk about Josh?"

He sits on the bed and sighs, "Maybe. He just seems really familiar with you. He put his arm around you three times last night. I don't like him touching you. I hate feeling so possessive of you, but I just got you back."

I sit next to him and say, "You have nothing to worry about with Josh. We dated for two years over six years ago. We have never had sex, Draco. There is nothing more between us now than friendship. Josh and I have a complicated dynamic. We fight all the time. He's argumentative, crass, and arrogant one moment, and the next he's a great listener, thoughtful, and brilliant. He's a natural legilimens, which he doesn't need around you because you give everything away when it comes to me. Josh's legilimens is unique. Even with Occlumency he can get a sense on who the person is. If they are good or evil, if they are lying or telling the truth, or if their motives are true. He would have been an amazing Auror. He is sizing you up. He told me this morning he likes you, but will be damned to admit until we are soul and magically bonded to one another for all eternity. He has become family to me. All of my friends have. They have been in my life for a decade. That is longer than my friends here were in my life. Colton really likes you, and Mikey and Jason think your alright. Chris likes everyone and the girls only want me to be happy."

He nods and then grimaces, "What do you mean you and Josh never had sex? How could you date someone for two years without sex?"

Ugh. When Draco and I dated we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Once we finally had sex we had sex several times a day, every day. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. It's a fair question, but fuck I don't want to answer this question. "I was emotionally unavailable for most of our relationship, and when I finally allowed myself to love him, we discovered we weren't compatible."

He glares at me, "What aren't you telling me?"

Men and their stupid egos. Telling him the truth is a bad idea. Men can't handle being compared to another man especially when it's about their stupid penises. I've been honest with men in my past and they all get weird about it when I tell the truth. "Why can't you accept my answer?"

He smirks, "Because I know you are lying to me. You get this cute little wrinkle between your eyes."

Fine he asked for it, "Josh is rather en-endowed and I couldn't make things work."

He laughs, and kisses my forehead. "I see why you were hesitant to tell me, but don't worry, love, I'm man enough to know your sweet quim was made for me."

He continues laughing. "Let's get ready for dinner." He stands up and holds out his hand, "I want to show you my home."

With that we left The Three Broomsticks and floo'd to his townhouse.