The Price Of Knowledge

The Price of Knowledge



Chapter Fourteen


People were strange. And that’s how it goes. I finished my detention without incident, following which I went straight to bed. Draco didn’t come for me. When I went to bed, my frustration – and disappointment - ebbed into my dreams.

I had an assignment to make up in Herbology, and found I was behind on my other work as well. I usually was three weeks ahead…now I was barely able to keep up with the work given the day before. I would sit down with my books spread in front of me, look at my study schedule…and fiddle. I would fiddle, fidget, anything…I just couldn’t concentrate. My mind was forever wandering and I was forever trying to keep it on the straight and narrow path. Was this what homework was like for everyone else? Knowing what you had to do but procrastinating until it was too late?

I wish I could have said that was the most unusual part, but I couldn’t. The fact was…I didn’t really care. I knew my schoolwork was important…but was it really pertinent to real life? I was ready to take my NEWTs, but post-Hogwarts, what did that really matter? Did that mean I was going to have a better life? Maybe it would help me start a great career, but the more I thought about it, the less I knew what I wanted to do with my future. It seemed like the possibilities were endless…and what if I chose the wrong path? Could I start again? It felt as if the weight of my so-called accomplishments was too much to take…I had expectations, as did those around me, for myself. And was I ever one to not live up to the expectations of others? Despite my disillusionment, I felt obliged to be what everyone expected.

That was probably my second mistake. My first having slept with Draco.

Because that was all I could think about.

I was a fiend! It was as if I was given a taste of heaven and thrown into purgatory. It wasn’t enough. Four days went by…agonizingly slow despite all the work…and all I could think about was why. Why hadn’t he come to me? Why wasn’t he exercising his right to have me anymore? Didn’t he want me? Was it because I didn’t show up that night? Was he shagging other girls? What???

When I saw him in class, I tried not to watch him. I tried, I honestly did, but ever so often my attention span would wane and I would throw my glance in his direction. Nothing. He didn’t make eye contact; he showed no signs of wanting me as much as I wanted him. I tried to corner him, at least get the cloak back, but circumstance would have a professor interrupt, or friends get in the way.

Harry was one. He was like my shadow as of late, his eyes on everything I did. Ron was himself, for the most part. I would catch him staring at my chest more often than naught, and his eyes would glaze over. I avoided them as much as I could, finding the library the safest place to study.

The dorm was still off limits…Parvati asked me to help her study for Charms one night and preceded to caress my hand and/or thigh the entire time. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t have liked it so much. It was hard not to feel anything when she came on to me – I was already randy, and she was a gorgeous young woman with lovely hands…

But I didn’t want to hurt her, or lead her on. Despite the arousal she invoked, I pulled back. Although…it was getting harder and harder to resist. I wondered if I was truly attracted to women, or if it was just because I was flattered and horny and she was available. I wasn’t attracted to Lavender, or most of the girls in my year. I found Ginny striking, but I wasn’t ready to shag her.

Four days was a fucking eternity when you wanted to be shagged rotten within an inch of your life.

So I did what anyone else would have – I “kidnapped” him during his detention.

It had actually been my fault really – I had charmed his transfiguration homework to turn any person who touched it bright green. Professor McGonagall had been furious. “This, Mr. Malfoy, is taking House pride to far!” He didn’t deny the allegation that he was taking House rivalries to the next plateau – in fact, he even goaded Professor McGonagall further by smirking at her. He said nothing as she handed him detention, in fact he looked as if he expected it.

“I believe I know the counter, Professor,” I offered, raising my hand.

“Yes, Miss Granger?” Professor McGonagall held out her emerald-colored hands.

“Colo Colui Cultum!” I cast the spell and her hands returned to normal.

Professor McGonagall wasn’t pleased, but she did award me points. She then turned back to Draco. “Thankfully your mischief was dealt with by Miss Granger. Detention at seven o’clock tonight, and I expect better, even of you Mr. Malfoy.”

His eyes met mine and he smirked, nodding his head. I believe he understood.

His detention consisted of cleaning the Owlery without the aid of magic. I watched Filch leave, and then snuck in behind Draco. “Scourgify!” I cast before putting my wand away.

“About time, Granger, I was worried I might actually have to do the detention you gave me,” he drawled dryly.

“Please. I have never seen you do your own detentions,” I scoffed, putting my wand away. “And how else could I get you alone?”

“You wanted to get me alone?” His eyebrow rose and the corner of his mouth twitched. “What a randy little Gryffindor you are!”

I rolled my eyes. “Stop thinking with your other brain. I wanted to talk to you.”

“And by talk do you mean fuck?”

“By talk I mean talk. What a concept.” I folded my arms under my breasts. “Where can we go?”

Draco shrugged. “Filch won’t be back for a couple hours, so…I have an idea.” He grabbed a ratty old broom from the corner and mounted it. With a kick of his heels, he was airborne. “It’s old, and if you tell anyone I used it, I’ll deny it, but she will do.” He swirled around the room on the broom, rustling feathers and causing most of the owls to squawk. He reached down and held out his hand. “Come on. I know a great place.”

I looked at his hand wearily.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “For bloody fuck’s sake, I’m not going to bite – well, not hard anyway. And even then, you need to ask me nicely.” He shook his hand. “Come on, you know you want to…” he taunted.

I did know I wanted to, so I took his hand. The moment my hand took his, he whirled me into his lap and into the air. I almost squealed as we zoomed through the cool night air. I closed my eyes and grabbed onto Malfoy for dear life. I could feel the wind rustle under my skirt and raise the hair on the back of my neck.


“Are you afraid of flying, Granger?” he teased.

“I’m not afraid of flying,” I repeated into his shoulder. “I’m afraid of falling.”

“I won’t let you fall,” he said confidently. “Really. Trust me.”

I didn’t know what to think, so I just held on.

We landed on top of Gryffindor tower. The red roof shingles were sturdier that I thought, and when I conjured a pillow to sit on, I couldn’t believe the view. The tallest tower of Hogwarts gave a breathtaking view of the entire area, and under the luminous glow of the moon, even the foreboding Forbidden Forest looked appealing and magical.

“I come here to think sometimes.” Draco conjured a pillow and flopped down beside me. “The best part is the fact I’m sitting on a dorm full of Gryffindors.”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you enjoy being such a prat?”

“Do you enjoy having that stick up your bum?” He countered. I turned to face the moon but I could see him watching me from the corner of his eye. “That’s what I thought. So, thanks for the detention. If you really wanted me alone, you could have just asked. Or gotten naked and started without me.”

“I told you, I wanted to talk to you. About Pansy.” I saw something indistinguishable flicker in his eyes and pursued. “I caught her. And Millicent. And they were talking about you.”

“Everyone talks about me, they can’t help it.” Draco leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. “What can I say, I’m just irresistible.”

“Pansy is a lesbian.”

“And?”

“And Millicent is not, well not really,” I bit my bottom lip. “They said they tried something with you, but it didn’t work. Was that the night I saw you in the library?”

Draco didn’t say anything, he just stared at me. So I continued, “Are you sleeping with them? Or anyone else?”

Draco leaned back up. “Ah. I know what this is about now.”

I pulled back when he pulled closer. “I was just curious…”

Draco snorted. “What else is new?”

“Just…answer the question, will you?”

“The night you saw me in the library they did try,” he confirmed in a voice so small I did not recognize it. “And no, I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”

“Then why haven’t you…” I couldn’t find the words, and when I did I choked on them. “Why haven’t you exercised your right?”

“To fuck you?”

“Yes.” I didn’t want to admit it. It almost felt as if I were surrendering.

“Hell, Granger, if you want it so bad, you have to say it,” he chuckled. “You want me to fuck you?”

“It’s been four days,” I blushed. “I also need the cloak back.” The more important afterthought. I was going mad not to have secured that first. What priorities?

“Is this all I am to you? The way to scratch the itch? I’m hurt, Granger. Hurt…but surprisingly aroused,” he grinned, leaning back. “But the cloak…you need to work for it.”

My eyes narrowed. “Work for it?”

He smiled, and I could feel the butterflies rise in the pit of my stomach. Whenever he smiled I often wondered if something good would actually come of it. “Unbutton my pants,” he instructed.

I looked at him apprehensively.

He rolled his eyes, sighed, then proceeded to unbuckle his belt and pull at the buttons of his fly. I caught his hand and took over.

“Use your imagination.” Came his wry instruction.

So he wanted a blowjob. I knew all the mechanics of it, and had read many articles on it, but had never practiced before. Well, no time like the present to learn something new. I did, after all, make learning a priority.

I took hold of his semi-aroused member and held it, slowly adjusting to the feel of his penis in my hand. It was warm, and the skin was smooth. I careessed it in my hand slowly, squeezing him. I then leaned forward to place a kiss right under his naval.

“Tease,” Draco grinned, pushing my head lower.

I didn’t know if I should put him all in my mouth or not. I knew most guys liked “deep throat” for visual reasons, but I didn’t particularly feel like testing my gag reflex. I peppered the tip and base with kisses before I ran my tongue back up. It wasn’t repulsive in the least, in fact, it wasn’t very different than kissing any other part of him.
I opened my mouth and took him in, maybe an inch, and swirled my tongue over the tip. It was wet, I noticed, and Draco’s hips jerked forward, almost to say, “More please.”

“Use your hand too,” he directed me.

My right hand came down from his stomach to cup his testicles gently, and stroke his perineum – I remembered how much he liked it the first time. Draco groaned and I looked up, my mouth still on him, and watched. His head was thrown back, his features tight…

He was so incredibly sexy.

I felt my knickers flood with moisture and I slid one of my hands under my skirt to stroke the tight nub between my legs. I was getting turned on sucking him off and touching myself, able to see and taste his arousal and know I caused it. I shifted positions so that I was kneeling with my thighs parted.

“Take them off,” Draco panted. “Your knickers, take them off.”

I squirmed slightly, but didn’t take my mouth off him as I cast them aside.

“Now sit on my face,” he ordered.

My eyes widened. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting?

Awkwardly, I managed to twirl around and position myself so that I was going the opposite way, straddling Draco’s face while still I fucked him with my mouth. I felt Draco’s breath on my thigh and shivered.

“Open your legs more and lower yourself so I can taste you.” Oh my God. He was suggesting what I thought he was.

Draco’s lips found my aching core and his tongue was on my clit in a flash. I gasped and writhed uncontrollably, almost forgetting what I was doing.

And I thought only one person would come during oral sex. How foolish and naive I was – and how would I ever look at it the same way again.

I used my hands and mouth to simultaneously pleasure him as his tongue massaged me into a frenzy. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pressing against old bruises once healed, holding my pelvis to his face. I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth and my hips on his simultaneously; bringing me closer and closer to that beautiful edge of sexual satisfaction…I was so close…

I felt Draco’s fingers tugging in my hair and his hips were jerking up, his erection humming in my mouth…and he came. His grunt was muffled by my core, but it was one of the most erotic sounds I have ever heard. His come filled my mouth, and I attempted to take it all in. It felt right to swallow his seed – anything else wouldn’t have been the same. It was salty…but had an unusual sweetness that seemed familiar, almost primitive. It felt natural, as if it had always been this way.

My thighs were trembling so hard that Draco’s grip was painful. He began sucking on my engorged clitoris and I came undone, shattering like glass over his ravenous mouth. My fingers raked his thighs as I rode out the waves, shaking uncontrollably like an autumn leaf in an October gust. I slowly lifted one tender thigh and swirled around, sitting beside him. My chest was rising with each breath, and my skin was clammy in the night air.

Draco pushed himself up beside me, cupped his hands around my face and he kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips, much as he tasted himself on my tongue…only it wasn’t repugnant. It was incredibly erotic and my eyes closed in bliss as I deepened the kiss, my hands coming up into his hair to pull him even closer and kiss him even deeper.

I felt like a million galleons.

“You are such a minx,” Draco grinned, although his face wasn’t lit up in prattiness, it was a smile of the sated. He reached over and brushed the side of my mouth with his finger. “I’ll have the cloak back in your hands by first class tomorrow.”

“So my work was satisfactory?”

He looked us both over and winked. “What do you think?”

“Can we stay here a bit longer?” I asked.

In response, he pulled me closer and transfigured his cloak into a blanket, then wrapped it over us. “For a little while, anyway,” he said, pressing his lips to my temple. “I have to tell you Granger, I don’t usually fantasize over girls after I’ve had sex with them. I should have guessed you’d take to sex as much as you take to school. Too bad there aren’t NEWTs for it.”

“Was that a compliment?” I asked, a smile spreading across my face. “Do you like shagging me, Mr. Malfoy?” I teased.

“I do. More than I thought,” he said softly, then smiled again. You never would have thought he could be so rude and pompous when he smiled, only charming and ridiculously tempting. “You might have changed all notions I carried about you and started something that could be trouble for both of us.”

I looked into his eyes, as silver as the moon, and for the first time since this thing… whatever it was… between us started, I realized how ill fated it actually was, and how I shouldn’t - couldn’t get too emotionally involved.

“Then it’s a good thing we have the contract, isn’t it?” I said, and almost regretted saying it.

“It is,” he agreed, although his voice was hollow and echoed in the night.


Tbc.