The Price of Knowledge

Price of Knowledge




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Chapter Twelve

My first thought: Great timing! A girl could get used to this kind of service.

My second thought: Bloody hell! Lavender and Parvati are still in the room!

My third: How did the bugger even get in?

Draco leered down at me and winked. His death grip over my mouth lifted, then he motioned for silence. The hand that held onto my hip lifted and I realized what he had in his hand. Harry’s Invisibility cloak!

I must have forgotten about it right before the contract and that kiss. Merlin knows I couldn’t think straight after his mouth met mine…but how the hell could have I forgotten it in the first place? What did Harry think about my not having returned his cloak? Obviously the worst…but he hadn’t said anything. How peculiar.

And for Draco, surprisingly convenient. Tit-for-tat, he did exactly what I had done only hours before; snuck into another house’s dormitory. How many school rules could two people break in the span of a day?

I could almost read his mind; he must have been quite proud to have the upper hand thanks to his last amendment to the contract. Ferret.

I motioned to the curtains. Lavender and Parvati were talking about boys right outside my bed – I could hear Lavender mention Dean’s new haircut and Parvati’s shoes hit the stone floor. Although I had the bed closest to the door in the darkest part of the room, anyone could peer through the slim curtain openings and see what was going on behind them. Not to mention the fact everything could be heard – it wasn’t even late! Everyone was awake, anyone could walk in…

Draco winked at me, leaned in close and licked my ear lobe. I shivered excitedly, I couldn’t help myself. How had he found one of my weak spots so soon?

“Be good…and be very, very, quiet,” he whispered so softly I strained to hear.

Be quiet, he said. I would have laughed if I hadn’t known better. Merlin, why now of all times did he choose to exercise his right? We were going to get caught!

He smirked again at me, and then threw the Invisibility cloak over us. I was never more thankful. The icy streak running through my blood melted, and I felt heat pool between my legs. It wasn’t the best solution, but it would have to do.

I really had to find the reasoning behind my sense of exhibitionism. I would have thought of it at the time, but all thought escaped my mind as his fingers cleverly found my nipple and coaxed it to unbearable hardness.

He was nibbling my neck, blowing gently against my ear, all the while his hand glided lower and lower, over my belly, along the waistband of my skirt, under the tweed fabric, under my knickers, down….

I arched off the bed when I felt his fingers stroke my clit so expertly, he held me down. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured. “Were you dreaming about me, Granger?”

“Yes,” I whispered helplessly, my hands clenching his broad shoulders as I fought the sensations and the urge to whimper.

“Was I fucking you?” he whispered, now thrusting two fingers into my tightness, stretching me, filling me, frustrating me. I was starting to shake and sweat.

“Yes,” I managed.

“In Gryffindor Tower?” he asked softly, curling his finger inside me to brush against something hard – my g-spot. Shite. I was going to scream.

“In the common room,” I panted, trying desperately to be as quiet as possible. “From behind.”

He smiled just then, a smile I had seen so many times before which had only spelled trouble now made my insides liquefy. “Sounds like a great idea. Turn over.”

According to the Kama Sutra, the doggie position was best suited for obtaining female orgasm as the penis was better aligned to thrust towards the g-spot. The fact I had just dreamed it and now it had become reality was only the icing on the cake.

I rolled under him onto my belly and lifted my hips. Draco pulled my skirt down, then my knickers. He brought his mouth to the small of my back and squeezed my ass tightly. I burrowed my face into my pillow, stifling the groan. I heard the sound of his belt and his zipper coming hastily undone before I felt him thrust forward, joining our bodies.

Filled with his delicious heat, I knew my vibrator would just not cut it any longer. Not after having the real thing.

He placed his hand on my shoulders, as to gain even more leverage as he thrust. He leaned forward to kiss my neck, my upper back, anything he could touch. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you touch yourself while I fuck you like this,” he panted, jerking into me again.

With as much strength as I could manage, I moved one of my hands between my legs and found my engorged clit begging to be stroked. I could feel the slippery mess between my legs; feel the heat of his cock thrusting into me. His slow, deep strokes were hastening, so that he could bring me to orgasm before he did. I could feel the pressure between my legs bubble hopelessly out of control, like a cauldron on the fire. My thighs were drenched in my own juices and my body was covered in perspiration. “Fuck!” I swore, a bit too loudly.

“Hermione?”

Panic gripped me. Lavender heard! How could I have been so stupid?

I could almost feel Draco’s mirth. I was so close…

“Hey, Hermione. Are you all right?” It was Parvati now asking.

I was falling over the edge of the world…. Sparks shot out from behind my eyes and I was gasping as I felt Draco explode into me with one final thrust. Somehow the danger was the most arousing thing I had ever felt – and my orgasm hit, hard. I felt his weight roll off me and I threw my blankets over me.

Lavender drew open the drapes. “Blimey, you’re sweating! Did you have a bad dream or something?” I saw Parvati staring over from her bed.

I feigned ignorance although I could feel Draco shifting at the end of the bed, concealed under the Invisibility cloak. My face felt like it was on fire, my body was still trembling from the aftershocks, and between my legs was a rather disgusting mess…but Lavender didn’t seem to notice. All I could smell was sex and yet…she appeared concerned over my apparent nightmare.

“I’m fine. It was a really horrible dream, but it’s over now,” I said breathlessly. “Just give me a moment, all right?”

Lavender nodded, closing the drapes. “Let us know if you want to talk about it, all right?” I heard her say before she went back into conversation with our other roommate.

I fell back against the pillows completely flabbergasted. How did I just get away with that? How could she have not realized what was really going on here?

I saw Draco smirking at me again, but I ignored him.

Lavender didn’t realize anything because…she had to be a virgin. For all her boasting over her prowess in the bedroom, she didn’t have any idea. She had been telling falsehoods since last year, going on about how she has multiple sexual partners and had multiple orgasms. What a bloody liar!

Draco leaned over and kissed me softly, interrupting my thoughts again. “Tomorrow I’m going to be in the library half an hour before curfew, so if you want your cloak back,” he paused, brushing his fingertips over my lips, “you better be there without knickers on. Understood, Granger?”

He pulled the cloak on again and was gone.

I lay there for a long time, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. That had been too close. If Lavender had been there only moments earlier…I shuddered.

I picked up my research notebook and logged the entire event. Then I straightened myself as best I could and parted the curtains. It was early evening – Lavender was gone and Parvati was reading in her bed, the one closest to my own.

“You all right?” she asked. “That had to have been some dream.”

I nodded. “It was.” I caught sight of my reflection as I began to gather my toiletries. “I think I better go take a shower though, I look like a disaster right now.” I laughed half-heartedly.

Parvati nodded, her eyes back down in her book. “You look like you just had a mad snogging session,” she said casually.

My heart skipped a necessary beat. “Oh, do I?” I attempted to sound nonchalant.

Parvati looked up. “It’s okay, Hermione. Sometimes we need to release.”

I blinked several times before one word came to mind. “What?”

Parvati lifted her head and smiled softly. She rose from her position on her belly to sit on the edge of the bed before me, her eyes shining slightly as she looked up into mine. I wanted to take a step back; the look she was giving me was unsettling. Not in a bad way, but I had never seen her like this before.

“You were masturbating, weren’t you?” she inquired.

My eyes probably went as wide as saucers. I sat promptly down.

“I’ve noticed a change in you lately, and it wasn’t until today that I understood, but you’ve been touching yourself, haven’t you? Down there?” She motioned to below the belt and I had no idea what to say. “It’s all right. I do it too. It really helps relax me, especially with NEWTs coming up so quickly.”

“So you…wank?” I asked slowly.

She nodded. “I like it. It makes me feel like I’m in control of my body. It makes me feel confident. No matter what, I know what I need to do in order to give myself pleasure. Most guys…they don’t know what it takes, or they just don’t care. We shouldn’t have to wait for them to figure it out.” She tilted her head to look up at me. “Do you understand what I mean?”

“I guess I do,” I said, and I knew very well what she meant.

“Sometimes I wish I could touch someone else with the same knowledge that I know myself, to see if it’s the same…because we girls have to stick together.” I looked down and found her hand on my knee. “Sometimes, we don’t have to be alone to find our pleasure.”

I rose so quickly Parvati almost lost her balance. “I really need to go take a shower.”

“Think about it, okay Hermione?” Parvati stood up and pressed her cool hand against the side of my hot face. “Lavender…doesn’t have to know. No one does. It could be our little secret.”

I practically ran to the bathroom, slamming and spelling the door shut behind me. I leaned against that heavy door for a long time, breathless, wondering what the hell had come over everyone lately, wondering why me, why now…

It felt like I was descending deeper into darkness, without a light, forced to fight the shadows…only the shadows weren’t going to hurt me…they wanted to fuck with me instead.

I think I was getting in over my head.



Tbc…



AN: Thanks to Baldley....I mean Ashley (ahem) and for everyone's continued interest. This story is such a soap opera I find myself ignoring my two other stories in favor of twisting this plot even further. Let me know what you thought in a review! Should Hermione experiment, or tie Draco up and have her way with him?