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He came across her in the library, as usual. She hadn’t been in her room, so he figured she’d be here. He’d just completed his rounds, it was past curfew, and no one else was around. It was the perfect time.
“Granger.”
“Oh, Malfoy.” She raised her head from her book with a start, a light pink stealing across her cheeks as she realised he was standing in front of her.
“What are you reading this late?” He snatched the book from her hands, flipping to the title page interestedly. Just because the War was behind them and they were on decent terms now that he’d apologised and grown more than a few inches of character didn’t mean he couldn’t still irritate her. Wasn’t that what friends did? She’d been particularly adamant about befriending him and the rest of the Slytherins as well this year, for reasons he couldn’t possibly fathom and had given up trying to understand, so really, she’d brought it upon herself.
“Ooh, Hermione Granger is reading erotica!” he gasped sarcastically, covering up the fact that he was actually surprised.
“Give that back!” she grabbed for the book, but he had almost a foot on her and easily held it out of her reach.
“Ask nicely, Granger,” he tutted, flipping through the pages. “Let’s see, what scandalous scenes have you been reading about?”
“Please give my book back, Malfoy,” she forced out, holding her hand out.
He considered it. “Hm…no.”
“Malfoy!”
He thought it was funny that she forgot she was a witch and could use a myriad of spells to get it back. Skimming the content of the miserably inaccurate book, he lowered it slightly and gave her an aggrieved look. “Please tell me you read this to laugh at it and not because it gets you off,” he said. “This is miserably inaccurate.”
The pink became a lovely shade of rose at his mention of ‘getting off’. “My reading habits are none of your business. I’m an adult and can read what I like for reasons I have no need to explain to you.”
“Do it anyway,” he encouraged her. “I’ll give it back if you tell me why you’re reading this.”
She huffed and crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up, as she considered his words. They’d lived in the Head Dorms together for months by now, and she knew how stubborn and petty he could be. He could see her brain working the pros and cons of answering versus hexing him and stealing her book back.
“I read it because I was curious about sex, okay?”
He stared at her, letting his hand drop enough that she darted forward and retrieved it, holding it to her chest protectively as she glared warningly up at him.
“You…were curious…about sex?”
“Yes, and what about it?” she snapped.
“Surely you’ve shagged someone by now, Granger. Weasley? Krum? Potter? Some Muggle?”
“No, I haven’t. I was too busy with school and fighting a war and didn’t have the brainspace to care about shagging some bloke when I didn’t even know if I’d survive the next year. I didn’t want to just lose my virginity in some meaningless shag and have it be over with. I wanted a connection, a friendship at the very least, someone I was comfortable being my naked, most authentic self with.” She tilted her chin up at him proudly. “I have scars and wounds and baggage, and I’d be bringing all that with me into bed.”
“I have a big bed,” was what Draco heard himself say in dawning horror. What did he just imply?!
She stared at him. He stared back.
“Malfoy, what are you…”
Some of her Gryffindor courage must have rubbed off on him some time in the last few months, because he simply took a deep breath and said, “I’m offering to teach you how to shag. Properly. So you don’t traumatise some bloke when you follow terrible ancient advice.”
She stared at him even harder, and he half expected a repeat of third year’s assault, but instead, her shoulders dropped and she let out a breath. “Fine. Teach me how to have sex, O Sex God of Slytherin.”
He dropped his head back on his shoulders. “Never call me that again.”
She smirked. “No promises.”
The walk back to their dorms was quiet. Draco wouldn’t have been surprised if she had told him she’d changed her mind when they entered the shared living space, but she didn’t. She simply stepped out of her shoes, tossed her jumper over the back of the chair closest to the door, and stated her terms and conditions.
“One rule: no kissing.”
“No kissing?”
“No kissing. I may be letting you teach me how to…do everything else…but I draw the line at you kissing me.”
“Ouch, Granger. You really know how to make a man feel wanted,” he laid a hand across his chest.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning towards her room. “Are you coming?”
“Be there in a second, Granger. Go ahead and get comfy.” He watched her ascend the stairs to the bedrooms, her hips swaying and a hint of the shadow of her arse revealed by her pyjama shorts.
Shaking his head in disbelief at what he was about to do, he collected his sanity in the minute he was away from her distracting influence, along with a glass of water.
She was waiting on her bed when he knocked and entered her room, sheets and quilt kicked down around her knees. Her curls were spread around the pillows she leant against, one hand resting on her stomach and the other fiddling her wand between her fingers.
He placed the glass on the nightstand on the side of the bed he stood by. “May I join you?”
She nodded.
He climbed on and knelt in front of her, knowing the moonlight coming through the curtainless window would be enough to see each other clearly. “Granger, from now on, you listen to me, okay? If I ask you something, you respond verbally, even if it’s just a yes or a no. If you want to stop at any time, just say stop, or if you want a break, say pause. Those will be your safewords. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she nodded, then bit her lip to stop from saying more.
He gently tugged it out from under her teeth, his thumb feeling the smoothness of her lips and making him wish he could taste them. He hated her rule. Surely she could have come up with something better than that to be the hill she died on to pretend she had control and knew what she was doing?
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he ordered softly. “I want to hear everything you’re thinking and feeling tonight. This works best with communication; instincts only get you so far.”
“I thought it was only really kinky stuff that needed safewords,” she admitted. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Everyone needs a safeword, Granger,” he explained patiently. “Even if it’s the most vanilla stuff out there. ‘Stop’ is the same as ‘red’ or ‘Quidditch’ or whatever other safeword you pick. If you’d feel safer with some other words, then pick one. But your instincts will tell you to say ‘stop’ if you feel uncomfortable, so I figured we’d keep it simple since you’ll be busy learning and feeling new things.”
“Oh. That makes sense. Sorry, I’m just a little nervous,” she admitted, her wand now flicking through both hands’ fingers.
“That’s perfectly understandable. If you have any more questions, just ask. It’s why we’re doing this, after all. And I want you to be comfortable.”
“You’re surprisingly…considerate? Responsible? About this,” she told him.
He was sure he looked a little offended. “I take my partners’ safety and comfortability seriously,” he informed her. “Surely you knew that on some level if you asked me to do this.”
She shifted a little, eyes trained on her wand. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound…like that. It’s just…a new angle I’m seeing you from.”
“I understand.” He gripped her chin in his hand, tilting it up to face him. “But I have one more rule I’d like you to follow. Keep your eyes on me when I’m facing you. I can tell a lot about you from your eyes, and I’ve got a lot on the line here, okay? What if you don’t look at me and I mess something up and then scar you from sex for life?”
A small giggle escaped her and she rolled her eyes, a little more fondly this time. “Got it. And I’m sure that won’t happen…you’re already doing a wonderful job of reassuring me.”
He was mildly surprised that a) she was feeling that and b) she admitted it to his face, but he was glad she did. It calmed the few nerves he’d revealed to her through his joke.
“Thank you for saying that, Granger,” he said, releasing her chin. “Alright, since you’ve nixed snogging, that means I’ve got to get creative with starting my foreplay. How about…” he considered her for a second, the moonlight highlighting her blush as he casually mentioned sexual acts. What a sweet little ingenue.
“Can I sit behind you?”
She nodded, then caught herself, moving out of the way. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he tried, watching as the blush deepened. Ha, he knew she had a praise kink. He wondered how many of his other speculations would turn out to be correct, though some would take another several sessions to work up to…he hoped she allowed him to get that far.
Propping the pillows behind him, he relaxed, then patted his spread legs. “Come sit against me, nice and close. Just get comfy, okay?”
“Okay.” She crawled back onto her bed, scooching back until her butt was flush against his crotch and her back rested on his chest. He silently spat out the curls that attempted to make their way into his mouth and choke him (he was into giving, not receiving) and moved her hair to one side.
“Comfy? Good. Now, just relax. Don’t worry about anything that may or may not happen tonight. Just focus on my touches in the here and now, okay?”
“Alright.” She shifted a little more, a bit of tenseness escaping her.
Good. He’d have to start slow. Bringing his hands to hers, he slowly fitted his fingers between hers, getting her used to his touch on a non-private body part. Her hands were much smaller than his, her fingers on the shorter side, and what he thought was slightly warmer than normal.
Slowly he began dragging their twined hands up and down her arms, light touches, just to get her used to him.
“You’re doing so well. Just keep relaxing, focusing on me. I’m going to let go of your hands now and touch the rest of your body, okay? You tell me when something feels good. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Draco,” she nodded, and fuck if that didn’t make him a little harder, hearing her soft voice saying his name like that.
“Good girl.” He freed their hands and let one slowly slide across her belly while the other moved up to her neck, his forearm fitting between her breasts. He didn’t wrap his fingers around her neck, although he wanted to, instead sticking to light strokes along her neck.
“Can I kiss your body?” He leaned forward, asking into her ear.
“Okay,” she agreed. “I like your voice in my ear.”
“Good girl, telling me what you like,” he purred, punctuating his praise with a soft kiss where her neck met her shoulder. The hand across her stomach moved slowly upward, brushing the bottom of her breast.
“Oh,” she said softly, tensing a little then relaxing.
He tried a little more pressure, and she made the noise again. “Was that better, or did you prefer the lighter touches?”
“Hm, do it again.”
He acquiesced, repeating his motions on both breasts, just to be sure.
“I’m not sure, I like them both.”
“That’s good.” He left a short trail of kisses up her neck to her ear. “Can you feel yourself becoming aroused, Granger?”
A little intake of breath as he closed his teeth gently around her earlobe. “Yes.”
“Good.” The pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple, and he felt her toes twitch. Smirking to himself, he did it again. Trailing his fingers down her neck to her other breast, he gently lifted them in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
“Will you let me take your top off?”
In answer, her hands shot to the hem of her shirt, but he closed his over hers, tutting at her. “Words, Granger, and also I asked if I could take it off, not if you could.”
He could feel her rolling her eyes, but she stayed surprisingly free of snarky remarks.
“Yes, you may take my top off.”
“Good girl.”
She leaned forwards a little, letting him slide her tank top over her head easily, then settling back against his chest.
Draco thanked everything that he was tall enough that he could see over Granger’s shoulder and take in the wondrous view of her tits in all their glory. Cupping them in his hands again, he resumed his light, teasing touches, continuing until he felt Granger getting antsy.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes!”
He covered a chuckle at her exuberant answer, gently pinching her nipples with one hand while the other snaked down to her shorts and pants. It easily made its way under the elastic bands, feeling the short trimmed curls above her cunt.
His middle finger parted her folds, feeling her wetness, causing him to stifle a groan in her curls. She stiffened at the new feeling but relaxed almost immediately. He still decided to check in. Better safe than sorry.
“Doing alright, Granger? You can stop any time…”
“No. I want this. It’s just…new.”
“Okay, but if you change your mind that’s fine.”
She huffed and settled into him even further. He was a little surprised she hadn’t said anything about what was surely pressing into her perfect arse, but shrugged the thought away and continued his explorations. His ring and index finger kept her folds parted as his middle finger explored, feeling gently around as he made a mental layout of her cunt. It slid down to her hole, gently prodding before moving back up to find her clit. Still not quite ready for penetration, although he was pleasantly surprised at how wet she was.
He felt a ridge that he was pretty sure was her clit…oh yeah there it was, based on the way her thighs and stomach suddenly clenched. “That feel good, Granger?”
“Yeah,” she sighed out. “Keep doing that.”
He experimented with different pressures and speeds as he circled her clit, finding what made her most responsive. Suddenly she stiffened, muscles clenching, throwing her head back onto his shoulder. “Oh yeah, right there, Draco!”
He kept up his movements, feeling unbearably smug at how wound up she was getting, He couldn’t wait to see her break. Just a little more…and there she went, tipping over the edge with a cry of his name, her thighs clenching around his wrist and her abs trembling under his forearm. He pulled his fingers out of her knickers after a few more seconds, loath to let her go after seeing her come like that, but not wanting to overstimulate her.
He rubbed soothing circles on her stomach as her breathing evened out and her muscles stopped twitching. “You did such a good job, Granger, what a good girl.” He kissed her neck. “You were spectacular.”
She let out a long breath of air. “That was…”
His smugness increased as she was rendered incapable of completing her sentences. “That was great, Granger. Do you want to stop for the night?”
“Stop for the night?” she repeated.
He nodded. “Yeah. If you’re too tired or overwhelmed, we could continue another night…if you wanted?”
She traced his hand lying on her stomach with a fingertip. “You’d show me again?”
“Yeah, why not? I wouldn’t mind making you come again, you were bloody ravishing.”
“O-oh. Well…if you’re offering…I wouldn’t mind doing this again…and maybe a little more? I am a little tired right now, though…”
“Alright. We can talk about it later then. So you’re happy with how tonight went?”
“Yeah, I am. That orgasm was…I hate to say it lest you explode from your ego expanding too much, but it was earth-shattering.”
He physically could not stop the smirk that spread across his face. “I aim to please.” He slid out of the bed after a few more minutes of cuddles, feeling her shiver as the cool air blew against her exposed skin. Picking up the discarded top, he held it over her head.. “Arms up.”
She looked at him bewildered, but raised them anyway. He tugged her sleep shirt on and gently pushed her back against the pillows, handing her the glass of water from her nightstand. “Sleep well, Granger. Don’t forget to pee.”
“Good night, Malfoy, and…thank you.”
As soon as he closed her door behind him his hand was down his sweats. He barely made it past a minute when he came all over his hand, her name on his lips behind a Silencio.