What They Don\'t Teach You at Hogwarts
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Adult ++
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5
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14,344
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11
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Chapter 1
What They Don\'t Teach You at Hogwarts
Author: Fiona
Disclaimer: All things HARRY POTTER belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury and a whole load of other people that aren’t me. (Sigh) I’m just borrowing them.
Email: redwitchire@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: NC17 all the way
Warnings: Post Hogwarts, no real spoilers.
Other Pairings: Mentions Harry/Ginny
Author’s Notes: The Latin is curtsey of an on-line dictionary, and most spells. Please be gentle, this is only my second Draco/Hermione fic.
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Chapter 1/5 - Consilium
When Draco Apparated outside the main door to Malfoy Manor he was greeted by an envelope bobbing up and down in front of his face, squeaking out his name.
“Well, if you’d stay still I’d be able to read you,” he said as he tried to grab it.
“Draco… Draco… Draco…” it squeaked.
Draco rolled his eyes and using both hands managed to grab it. Quickly opening it he pulled out a small piece of paper, and read.
{Gone to Ginny’s. I’ll be back later… Hermione}
“Damn,” he muttered. There was no way he was going to spend the next Merlin-knows how many hours alone in the manor. He had hoped to spend that *alone* time with Hermione. Between their respective jobs at the Ministry, the various fundraisers, helping out at Hogwarts and Hermione still acting as Agony Aunt, to her friends they seemed to never see each other anymore. The odd times they did get together both were usually too tired to actually do anything, and their once rather frequent sex life had now been reduced to a quickie whenever they got the time and energy. And on top of all that these visits to Potter’s wife were becoming far too frequent and lengthy.
Letting himself into the house he made his way to his study. Standing in front of the fireplace he threw in some floo powder and seconds later the smiling face of Blaise Zabini appeared in the green flames. Minutes later an impromptu Quidditch match had been arranged and Draco sat back in his chair and awaited the arrival of the others.
‘This is going to stop,’ he thought. ‘It took me long enough to admit to myself my feelings for Hermione, and damn near as long to get her. I refuse to let us drift apart. I love her too much.’ His mind made up, Draco decided that when she got back tonight they were going to talk.
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“What about this one, Gin?” asked Hermione holding up the outfit.
“Covers too much,” grinned the redheaded witch. “Now this one is much better,” holding up the miniscule outfit, “and it’s even in green!”
“It’s practically nothing,” gasped Hermione.
“That’s the idea. Now Hermione, you promised. You, the witch who could have tutored a teacher at school, said you wanted me to *teach* you new things and I intend to take that job very seriously. Now take this, as well as the other stuff, and go pay.”
“Yes ma’am,” Hermione gave a mock salute, and headed to the counter. She just about fought back the blush as the sales girl grinned at her choices. Handing over her galleons she muttered a “thank you” and hurried back to Ginny.
Hermione had come to the conclusion that things between her and Draco had been a little *strained* lately. Both of them were to blame, placing their jobs, and various obligations, above their relationship. She had decided to do something about it. And that something was to put the *spark* back into their sex lives. They had, until recently, had a healthy sex life, although it was nothing as exciting as the Potters’ seemed to be. Draco had been her first and only lover, and whereas she had no problem facing a Death Eater, the thought of bringing a little variety into their bedroom scared the magic out of her. And Draco, bless him never tried to push her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.
In order to overcome that, she asked Ginny’s advice, and the young witch was more than happy to help. Coupled with the fact that Hermione Granger actually needed help with something, and that Ginny had always been Draco and Hermione’s biggest champion since they had taken her into their confidence when they first start dating, it was a job she couldn’t refuse. The only downside to Hermione had been sitting through many a conversation, usually a very detailed conversation, about Ginny and Harry’s sex life… that was incredibly embarrassing to her. But learn new things she did, things a naughty part of herself couldn’t wait to try out.
“I’ll be with you in a moment, Hermione,” said Ginny, interrupting her thoughts, “I just want to pay for these.”
‘And there’s another thing,’ thought Hermione, ‘who would have thought sweet little Ginny Weasley would know about these things, let alone actually do them.’
“Ok, I’m all set. What do you say to grabbing a couple of butterbeers? I have another little trick to tell you.”
“I say, bring on the butterbeer and tell me all, Mrs Potter,” grinned Hermione.
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“He didn’t,” exclaimed Hermione, causing a few witches and wizards to stare at her, “you can’t be serious,” she added in a lower voice.
“I swear Hermione, I thought he’d never stop,” grinned Ginny.
“And all because you used…” she trailed off as looked around the bar.
“Yes.”
“We are so stopping at Honeydukes before I head home,” said Hermione.
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Draco dragged his tired, sweaty, yet exhilarated body into the bathroom. The Quidditch game had turned into a full-on battle. Blaise had rounded up enough people to make two full teams and they had made the most of the Quidditch pitch Draco had installed within the Malfoy grounds.
Draco’s team, after quite a few hours, of course, had won. And after celebrating with a few drinks the others had left.
With a groan he pulled his clothes from his body and stepped into the shower. “Aqua desiliens,” he muttered and a spray of hot water flowed over his body. Bracing his hands against the tiled wall, he allowed it to pound over him, washing the grime and sweat away.
“Bliss,” he whispered.
He stood like that for a few moments feeling the water refresh his tired body. When he felt like he had enough energy he set about washing his hair.
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When Hermione got back to the manor she hurried to her study and hid all her purchases in her desk. There was an unwritten rule in the manor that Draco never entered her study without her permission, and likewise she never entered his without the same. So her *items* were safe from prying eyes.
Smiling to herself she grabbed one small package and hiding in the pockets of her robes, left the study for their bedroom.
“Welcome home, Hermione,” the distinguished looking man in the large portrait at the top of the stairs greeted.
“Thank you, Xavier,” she replied with a smile.
Entering the room she was greeted by the sound of an off-key Draco singing in the shower. Chuckling softy to herself she placed the small box on the small dresser beside the bed and stripped off her clothes before pulling on a grey silk shirt of Draco’s that reached mid-thigh on her. She had just finished fastening a handful of buttons when the door to the bathroom opened and Draco walked out.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand that he was rubbing against his hair. Droplets of water still clung to his body and with hungry eyes she followed one down his chest.
When his eyes landed on her and he smiled, “Hello, love, when did you get back?”
Crossing to room to him, she kissed him softly, “A few minutes ago,” she replied when they parted.
“You should have joined me,” he smirked, slipping an arm around her waist. Tiredness from the Quidditch match disappeared. Hermione was here, wearing nothing but one of his shirts, and all his plans for talking to her flew out the window when she pressed herself tight against him.
Looking up at him through her eyelashes she smiled coyly. “I have something else planned,” she purred.
Draco cocked an eyebrow at her. “And what would that be?” he asked, curiosity piqued.
Pulling away from him she grabbed the towel in his hand and threw it on a chair, taking his hand she led him towards the bed. “Lie down, close your eyes and I’ll show you.”
“Trust me Draco,” she added when he didn’t move immediately, “it will totally blow your mind.”
Author: Fiona
Disclaimer: All things HARRY POTTER belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury and a whole load of other people that aren’t me. (Sigh) I’m just borrowing them.
Email: redwitchire@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: NC17 all the way
Warnings: Post Hogwarts, no real spoilers.
Other Pairings: Mentions Harry/Ginny
Author’s Notes: The Latin is curtsey of an on-line dictionary, and most spells. Please be gentle, this is only my second Draco/Hermione fic.
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Chapter 1/5 - Consilium
When Draco Apparated outside the main door to Malfoy Manor he was greeted by an envelope bobbing up and down in front of his face, squeaking out his name.
“Well, if you’d stay still I’d be able to read you,” he said as he tried to grab it.
“Draco… Draco… Draco…” it squeaked.
Draco rolled his eyes and using both hands managed to grab it. Quickly opening it he pulled out a small piece of paper, and read.
{Gone to Ginny’s. I’ll be back later… Hermione}
“Damn,” he muttered. There was no way he was going to spend the next Merlin-knows how many hours alone in the manor. He had hoped to spend that *alone* time with Hermione. Between their respective jobs at the Ministry, the various fundraisers, helping out at Hogwarts and Hermione still acting as Agony Aunt, to her friends they seemed to never see each other anymore. The odd times they did get together both were usually too tired to actually do anything, and their once rather frequent sex life had now been reduced to a quickie whenever they got the time and energy. And on top of all that these visits to Potter’s wife were becoming far too frequent and lengthy.
Letting himself into the house he made his way to his study. Standing in front of the fireplace he threw in some floo powder and seconds later the smiling face of Blaise Zabini appeared in the green flames. Minutes later an impromptu Quidditch match had been arranged and Draco sat back in his chair and awaited the arrival of the others.
‘This is going to stop,’ he thought. ‘It took me long enough to admit to myself my feelings for Hermione, and damn near as long to get her. I refuse to let us drift apart. I love her too much.’ His mind made up, Draco decided that when she got back tonight they were going to talk.
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“What about this one, Gin?” asked Hermione holding up the outfit.
“Covers too much,” grinned the redheaded witch. “Now this one is much better,” holding up the miniscule outfit, “and it’s even in green!”
“It’s practically nothing,” gasped Hermione.
“That’s the idea. Now Hermione, you promised. You, the witch who could have tutored a teacher at school, said you wanted me to *teach* you new things and I intend to take that job very seriously. Now take this, as well as the other stuff, and go pay.”
“Yes ma’am,” Hermione gave a mock salute, and headed to the counter. She just about fought back the blush as the sales girl grinned at her choices. Handing over her galleons she muttered a “thank you” and hurried back to Ginny.
Hermione had come to the conclusion that things between her and Draco had been a little *strained* lately. Both of them were to blame, placing their jobs, and various obligations, above their relationship. She had decided to do something about it. And that something was to put the *spark* back into their sex lives. They had, until recently, had a healthy sex life, although it was nothing as exciting as the Potters’ seemed to be. Draco had been her first and only lover, and whereas she had no problem facing a Death Eater, the thought of bringing a little variety into their bedroom scared the magic out of her. And Draco, bless him never tried to push her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.
In order to overcome that, she asked Ginny’s advice, and the young witch was more than happy to help. Coupled with the fact that Hermione Granger actually needed help with something, and that Ginny had always been Draco and Hermione’s biggest champion since they had taken her into their confidence when they first start dating, it was a job she couldn’t refuse. The only downside to Hermione had been sitting through many a conversation, usually a very detailed conversation, about Ginny and Harry’s sex life… that was incredibly embarrassing to her. But learn new things she did, things a naughty part of herself couldn’t wait to try out.
“I’ll be with you in a moment, Hermione,” said Ginny, interrupting her thoughts, “I just want to pay for these.”
‘And there’s another thing,’ thought Hermione, ‘who would have thought sweet little Ginny Weasley would know about these things, let alone actually do them.’
“Ok, I’m all set. What do you say to grabbing a couple of butterbeers? I have another little trick to tell you.”
“I say, bring on the butterbeer and tell me all, Mrs Potter,” grinned Hermione.
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“He didn’t,” exclaimed Hermione, causing a few witches and wizards to stare at her, “you can’t be serious,” she added in a lower voice.
“I swear Hermione, I thought he’d never stop,” grinned Ginny.
“And all because you used…” she trailed off as looked around the bar.
“Yes.”
“We are so stopping at Honeydukes before I head home,” said Hermione.
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Draco dragged his tired, sweaty, yet exhilarated body into the bathroom. The Quidditch game had turned into a full-on battle. Blaise had rounded up enough people to make two full teams and they had made the most of the Quidditch pitch Draco had installed within the Malfoy grounds.
Draco’s team, after quite a few hours, of course, had won. And after celebrating with a few drinks the others had left.
With a groan he pulled his clothes from his body and stepped into the shower. “Aqua desiliens,” he muttered and a spray of hot water flowed over his body. Bracing his hands against the tiled wall, he allowed it to pound over him, washing the grime and sweat away.
“Bliss,” he whispered.
He stood like that for a few moments feeling the water refresh his tired body. When he felt like he had enough energy he set about washing his hair.
--------------------------------------------------
When Hermione got back to the manor she hurried to her study and hid all her purchases in her desk. There was an unwritten rule in the manor that Draco never entered her study without her permission, and likewise she never entered his without the same. So her *items* were safe from prying eyes.
Smiling to herself she grabbed one small package and hiding in the pockets of her robes, left the study for their bedroom.
“Welcome home, Hermione,” the distinguished looking man in the large portrait at the top of the stairs greeted.
“Thank you, Xavier,” she replied with a smile.
Entering the room she was greeted by the sound of an off-key Draco singing in the shower. Chuckling softy to herself she placed the small box on the small dresser beside the bed and stripped off her clothes before pulling on a grey silk shirt of Draco’s that reached mid-thigh on her. She had just finished fastening a handful of buttons when the door to the bathroom opened and Draco walked out.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand that he was rubbing against his hair. Droplets of water still clung to his body and with hungry eyes she followed one down his chest.
When his eyes landed on her and he smiled, “Hello, love, when did you get back?”
Crossing to room to him, she kissed him softly, “A few minutes ago,” she replied when they parted.
“You should have joined me,” he smirked, slipping an arm around her waist. Tiredness from the Quidditch match disappeared. Hermione was here, wearing nothing but one of his shirts, and all his plans for talking to her flew out the window when she pressed herself tight against him.
Looking up at him through her eyelashes she smiled coyly. “I have something else planned,” she purred.
Draco cocked an eyebrow at her. “And what would that be?” he asked, curiosity piqued.
Pulling away from him she grabbed the towel in his hand and threw it on a chair, taking his hand she led him towards the bed. “Lie down, close your eyes and I’ll show you.”
“Trust me Draco,” she added when he didn’t move immediately, “it will totally blow your mind.”