Atypical Lesson

Atypical Lesson by Sarea Okelani


Ginny's jaw dropped. I couldn't help the small flare of satisfaction I felt at seeing her so stunned. "Well, I --" she began, but it was as far as she got. She stopped.

"Have you ..." I made vague gestures with my hands. "For Malfoy?"

She made a strange noise and turned bright pink. "Well ... yes, but ..."

"I'm sorry, is this too personal for you?" I asked, concerned.

"I don't know what to say."

"It is. Fine, forget I asked."

"No, no. I'm fine. I actually don't mind, I think. You've just caught me a little by surprise."

"All right," I said, relieved. "So ... he likes it, right?"

"Yes, I think it's safe to say that he likes it," Ginny said dryly.

"So what do you do?" I persisted.

"Well ..." She aim aimless motions with her hands, clearly not knowing where to begin.

"Does he stand?" I prompted.

Ginny looked relieved to have a definite question to answer. "One time he did, but ... it's generally not a good idea, as his legs will turn to jelly and he'll collapse after awhile." She grinned. "So I usually have him sit."

I nodded, rummaging through my book bag. Presently, I produced a piece of parchment and a quill. "Do you mind if I take notes?"

"Oh Merlin ... go ahead, I suppose."

I began to write. "And do you just take him into your mouth then?"

"I can't believe we're having this conversation. I can't believe you're taking notes."

"Ginny," I said firmly. "If you're uncomfortable with this, I'll understand and you don't have to say another word. But if you want to be helpful, being as forthcoming as you can would be the best way to do that."

"Okay, okay." She took a deep breath. "I usually ... lick him a bit first. Lightly, to tease him and get him really desperate. Make him anticipate what's coming." She smiled a little, and I don't think she even knew she was doing it. "Then when I'm ready, I take him in my mouth."

"Hmm," I wrinkled my nose. "Don't you find it unpleasant? Degrading?"

Ginny looked surprised by the question. "No, I actually find it ... rather empowering."

That was interesting. "Why?"

"Because then Draco is at my mercy," she answered immediately. "Then I can go fast or I can go slow. I can do it hard or do it soft, and I can stop altogether, and there's nothing he can do about it. But he'll do anything -- anything -- to make me continue. And it's up to me whether I do. I like to hear him beg." She said this last part contentedly to herself, but I caught it. "I love hearing him say my name with that hint of desperation in his voice ..." She trailed off dreamily.

I cleared my throat. "And how do you perform the act itself? Do you take him all the way in? Do you --"

Ginny put her hands over her ears, looking flustered. "I've changed my mind. I don't think I can have this conversation, Hermione."

"All right," I said, disappointed.

"I mean ... it sounds like you want diagrams or something. I just can't do that for you. I do what feels right ... what it seems to me he likes. That's really the best way to go about it."

What she said made sense, and yet it was not good enough. "Can we move on to another subject, then? Related but not the same?"

"All right ... but I might stop you."

"That's fine. Sexual intercourse. Have you and Malfoy...?"

If possible, Ginny turned even redder. "Are you sure you're not just asking me all this so you can tell Ron?"

I held up my parchment and quill. "I don't think your brotherld wld want all the gory details, do you?"

"Er -- good point. Then yes, we have."

"Was he your first?" This question was pertinent, but I was also curious. How in the world had Ginny and Draco Malfoy even crossed one another's paths often enough to get the idea into their heads to start an intimate relationship?

"Yes," Ginny said briefly. "And before you ask, I wasn't his. So I'm guessing that you and I are in similar situations."

"Only ... you seemed to have gotten past any issues you might have had," I said, "whereas I'm still working on it."

"I didn't have much choice," Ginny said. "With Harry, you know he loves you. No matter what you do or don't do. With Draco ... I knew if I wanted him I had to go in with both feet first. He wasn't going to wait for me. He didn't have to."

"Did he pressure you?" I asked quietly.

"No ... not really. I pressured myself. I really wanted him, Hermione. I would have done anything. I know that might be hard for you to understand."

I thought of Harry and the lengths I had gone -- was going -- to eventually be intimate with him. "No, I understand," I said. "Go on. Did it, ah, hurt?"

Ginny got a far-away look in her eyes. "Mmm, yes, it hurt. But really only the first few times. Now, when we -- well, it only feels good."

I envied her having gotten to that point, even if it was with Malfoy. Well, there was no accounting for taste. And I suppose I'd rather have Ginny happy with Malfoy than unhappily still in love with Harry, though I wasn't sure when exactly she'd gotten over him. For that matter, when had she taken up with Malfoy? I voiced the question aloud.

"Oh. Hmm ... we've been seeing one another for about a year now, I suppose."

It was my turn to be surprised. I honestly hadn't expected her to indicate anything longer than a few months at most. I simply wouldn't have thought Malfoy had it in him to not lose interest after he'd gotten what he wanted. Of course, taking up with one of Gryffindor House's sweetest girls and she being the younger sister of someone he despised so utterly must be too good a thing to tire of easily.

"How odd that it's been that long," she murmured.

"All right, so how does that go then?" I asked, trying to get back to the topic at hand. Ginny was looking a bit too far away and I didn't need her getting useless on me.

"What do you mean? You mean, how we ... sleep together?" She sounded incredulous. Really, I don't know what she had to be so surprised about -- the questions I'd been asking up to this point had made it pretty clear, I thought, that I wasn't going to be walking on eggshells around the topic. After all, I'd bared my insecurities about Harry to her. That ought to indicate that I was very serious about this.

"I don't care so much about the sleeping as I do what goes on beforehand," I said bluntly.

"I don't believe this," Ginny muttered. "You know, I hate to tell you this, Hermione, but I don't think asking me all these questions is going to help. Everything I know comes from my experiences with Draco. Harry could have totally different preferences. And given the two people we're talking about, that in fact seems highly likely."

"They're both boys," I pointed out. "I just need to get a sense of what to do so that I don't feel like a complete idiot. If I'm more comfortable, I think Harry will be more comfortable. And, as I said, I don't want him to just enjoy himself. I want him to never want to think about another girl, ever." Where had that come from? I obviously had some issues that I'd bottled up. "If I could just learn some basic tequesques--"

"Hermione," Ginny said, frustration evident in her voice, "what you're asking is impossible, short of seeing it with your own eyes."

Seeing it with my own eyes. Hmm. Could this possibly have merit? Ginny gaped at me as I contemplated the idea.

"No," she said. "That's nutters. No. Absolutely not."

"I didn't say anything," I snapped.

"But you had that mad look in your eyes. I know that look, Hermione. I've seen it in my brother's eyes and occasionally in Harry's. The three of you all get that same look when you're about to embark on some ill-advised adventure."

"I never ..." I huffed. "All I try to do is keep them out of trouble, thank you very much."

"Hmph. But you were thinking about it!"

"All right, so I was," I admitted. "Is it such a crime? I have things to learn, Ginny. I'll be the first to own up to it. But you're right, I doubt watching you and Draco could do much for me anyway."

Ginny narrowed her eyes at me. "You might be surprised."

I shrugged. "In any case, how would it even work? It's totally mad."

"It is mad." There was silence. Then, "Though ... if you had an Invisibility Cloak ..."

"Harry has one, of course," I said. "But he uses it all the time. I'm not sure I could borrow it without arousing suspicion, and if I were to take it he'd be sure to notice."

"Draco has one; I'm sure I could get it," Ginny said absently. "What am I saying? Are we really thinking about doing this?"

"It's up to you, of course," I said. "I would feel comfortable with it. As a lifelong student, I have no doubts about my ability as an impartial observer. But I know this is a lot to ask."

"Damn right it's a lot to ask," Ginny muttered. "And yet ..." She grinned. "It might be kind of fun."

I studied her eagerly. "Really?"

"Sure. Especially if you tell me your impartial observations later. I think Draco and I are great together, but there's always room for improvement. I think he enjoys himself plenty when we have sex. But maybe you would be able to tell differently. Are there any points during which it seems he's not? Does he get bored? You know. Plus, he's always so secretive. It'd be a refreshing change to be privy to knowledge he's completely ignorant of. I'll make him the star of his own sex show, and he won't even know it." This last was said with no little amount of glee.

As glad as I was about her newfound enthusiasm to take part in this project, my conscience forced me to say, "Ginny, are you sure about this? We're talking about a very intimate act between two people ..."

She waved me away. "What intimate act? It's just sex."

"That's pretty intimate," I said, unsettled by her flippancy.

"Sure, maybe if the two people were in love with one another." Something about the way she said this made me phrase what I said next very carefully.

"And that doesn't apply to you and Malfoy?"

"What, are you kidding? No way." She ran a hand through her hair. "No love involved. None whatsoever."

I was starting to think that that might be true -- in Malfoy's case, anyway. Ginny's vehement protests were only making it all the more likely that she had given her heart to the cold-blooded bastard. This spelt trouble for the future, especially if Malfoy ended up hurting her (this would almost certainly happen) and Ron found out about it. Well, if the males in Gryffindor house found out about it, actually. Ginny was like everyone's younger sister. But there wasn't anything to be done about that now, and I had pressing matters to attend to. When this was all over, I'd think some more on how to help Ginny get over Malfoy. For now, she seemed giddy about the chance to lord something over him -- even if it was in secret -- and who was I to deny her?

"If you're sure, then we should plan this out to the last detail," I said decisively. "When are you going to be able to get Malfoy's Invisibility Cloak?"

"Whenever," Ginny said. "I know the password to his room." Of course she did. Malfoy's Head Boy private quarters were located directly adjacent to the Slytherin dungeons, and no doubt Ginny had been there many times before.

"All right. You get that, and I'll make my own preparations. When do you want to do this?"

"We meet Friday nights without fail," Ginny said without hesitation. "Is tomorrow too soon for you?"

I was starting to admire Ginny's resolve once she had made up her mind to do something. I'd expected her to hem and haw and generally try to get herself out of it, and I would have let her, of course. But now it appeared that we were on a fast broom toward inevitability. "Tomorrow is fine," I said. "The sooner the better. Where shall I meet you?"

"The common room at midnight. We'll both use the cloak until we get to Draco's room, then I'll let us in. It's his week to do the nightly rounds" -- Ginny waited for my nod of confirmation before continuing -- "so he'll be a little late. That will give you time to find a good observation spot and do whatever else you need to do."

"Good," I said. "Now -- how do I get out once I've got what I need?"

Ginny pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I'm afraid that once you're in there after Draco arrives, you're committed. At least for the duration of our, er, activities. But if you do change your mind, you can always close your eyes and use a deafening charm," Ginny said, grinning. "But anyway, after Draco comes, he typically becomes practically comatose -- that's something you should know, by the way, as I think most blokes are like that" -- I nodded and jotted this piece of information down -- "and I'll be able to draw the curtains and let you out at that point."

"All right. I believe that covers everything," I said. "I won't change my mind. But if you do, you know you just have to say the word, and we'll forget the whole thing."

"I won't change my mind, either," Ginny replied, lifting her head.

I nodded and made to leave, but Ginny's voice stopped me. "Hermione," she said.

"Yes?"

"Don't start coveting Draco when you see him starkers," she advised, her cheeks dimpling. "He's spoken for."

"I'll try and refrain," I answered dryly. Finding a nude Draco Malfoy attractive was the least of my concerns.

~ ~ ~

Everything we discussed went off without incident, which was a good thing because we didn't have a contingency plan. I told Harry I wasn't feeling well so that he wouldn't expect to see me that night, which wasn't exactly a lie. I did feel nervous about the whole thing, and once -- briefly -- I considered calling it off, but then reinvested myself in the cause. I felt bad about deceiving Harry in any way, but there was no help for it. The concern he expressed at my lie annoyed yet touched me at the same time. I was clearly becoming a madwoman. My only consolation was that I was trying to halt the process and put it in reverse.

At midnight, I met Ginny in the Gryffindor common room, where she was already waiting with Malfoy's Invisibility Cloak. She had scared the living daylights out of me when she suddenly became visible next to the fireplace, hissing my name. We made our way to Malfoy's room, Ginny navigating in the dark as if she had done it a hundred times. Which, come to think of it, she probably had.

As expected, Malfoy was out making Head Boy rounds. Ginny whispered the password and the door opened to reveal a large room that was surprisingly bright, due to the fire blazing in the fireplace. Much of the floor had been covered in a thick rug -- far more comfortable than stone, I noted with relief, since I was likely going to have to be sitting on the ground for some time. Though the room was the equal to mine in terms of dimensions, everything else about it screamed luxury, from his bed sheets to the silver-gilded full-length mirror facing the bed to the quality of the quills, ink, and parchment strewn on his desk (oh, don't think I haven't noticed and coveted those things during class). And though we both had a bed, a dresser, a nightstand, a bookshelf, and other such essential furniture, it was obvious that all of his furnishings were of the highest quality and had obviously replaced what he'd originally been assigned. How unsurprising that Hogwarts standard wasn't good enough for Malfoy.

Toward the end of the room a large four-poster bed draped in green satin -- silk? -- sheets waited, looming large and conspicuous. I wondered if Ginny felt as self-conscious as I did. Apparently not, as she quickly rushed about the room making preparations and calling over her shoulder for me to pick a good vantage point.

While Ginny dampened the fire a bit, turned down the bed, and straightened Malfoy's desk -- what an oddly familiar thing to do -- I made my own preparations. It seemed to me that the best position in which to see everything without having to move (didn't want to risk any noise alerting Malfoy to another presence in the room, after all) was by the side of the bed nearest the door. I'd also be able to rest against the wall, if necessary.

Ginny saw my writing equipment and exclaimed, "Hermione, you can't be serious! You can't take notes!"

"Why not?" I asked reasonably. "I have to be able to take notes, Ginny. I can't be expected to remember every detail on my own; the human mind doesn't work that way. At least, most don't. Besides, I like to confer with my notes when I--"

"What if he hears you?"

"He's not going to hear me," I said confidently. "I purchased these quills specially -- they're extra-long-lasting and soundless. And I've put anti-sneeze cream on my nose, which will last until the morning."

"Oh, all right. Are you sure you'll be fine there on the floor?"

"Well, now that you mention it, it would be rather nice to have an armchair or something. How about an ottoman, and a candle while you're at it?" I said sarcastically. "Ginny -- aren't you the least bit self conscious about all this?" I'd been meaning to ask her that for awhile now, but hadn't in case calling attention to her lack of inhibition might discourage her from doing it at all.

She shrugged. "Well, of course. But I'm not ashamed of my body. As for what I do with Draco ... I'm not ashamed of that, either. It's a bit strange, but I'll try anything once." She grinned, and I had to return it.

Ginny's head turned toward the door. "Are you ready? I think I hear Draco coming."

"That would be disappointing; we haven't even started," I joked, quickly covering myself and my various note-taking items with the Invisibility Cloak.

Ginny snickered but quickly cut off as the door opened and Draco Malfoy strode in.

My heart belongs to Harry, but there's no denying that Malfoy is attractive. Pretty, even, with that white-blond hair and those mercury eyes. I've heard more than one witch blathering on about Hogwarts' Head Boy; perfectly sickening. He's a devil with the face of an angel, and females are ridiculously drawn to that sort of thing. Ron doesn't understand it at all, but then that's perhaps for the best.

Malfoy had on his typical scowl, but it lightened considerably when he caught sight of Ginny. "You're early," he stated.

"I'll return later, then," she answered easily, moving to walk past him. She didn't get three steps away before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"I suppose it's all right." They stared at one another, and I was almost afraid to breathe for fear of disrupting the silence. The moment passed when Malfoy turned away and began to unfasten his robes, taking out his wand and placing it into the drawer of the bedside table.

When his back was turned, Ginny removed her cloak, winking in my general direction. I had to stifle a gasp when I saw what she had been hiding underneath -- a tiny, silky blue nightgown that clung to her every curve and ended high on her thighs. It was a mere scrap of material, really, and I wondered how much she had paid for it. Wear skimpy pyjamas, I wrote.

Malfoy had removed his robes and was dressed in grey trousers, a white Oxford shirt, and his school tie. He was undoing his cufflinks when he turned around and saw Ginny. His movements were arrested, and his stillness rather made me feel self-conscious for Ginny. At this point, I would have been scrambling to cover myself, thinking that I'd made a fool of myself, I looked like an idiot, I should never have done this. Ginny had no such insecurities. She grinned impishly at him and took a step forward. Then another, until she was only inches from him.

"Looks like you need a little help," she said softly, almost a purr. I'd never heard her use that tone of voice before, and no wonder. If Ron ever heard it he'd have an apoplectic fit. Ginny took Malfoy's hand in hers and gently undid the cufflink, then did the same for the other one. She put her hands on the waistband of his trousers and he sucked in a breath, but she was only teasing; her hands traveled slowly up his chest until they reached his tie, and she began to unknot it.

I had never considered that undoing someone's tie would be such an intimate act, but it was. Perhaps it was the way Ginny wouldn't look at Malfoy, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Perhaps it was the way she concentrated on her task, as if it were the sole most important thing she had done that day. Perhaps it was the way she slowly pulled the material through her fingers, caressing it as she might his hair or his skin.

The task accomplished, she hung the tie up in his wardrobe. The hook was a little high and Ginny was not very tall, she she probably could have reached it without much trouble. Instead, she lifted herself onto her toes, which had the effect of accentuating the smooth lines of her calf muscles, made her nightgown ride an inch or two higher up her thighs, and caused her breasts to strain against the delicate material that held them captive.

Malfoy watched all this with seeming impassivity, but I could tell from the interesting things going on in the front of his trousers that he was anything but indifferent.

Be provocative and draw attention to your assets, I wrote. I was impressed by the way Ginny was able to take seemingly insignificant acts and turn them to her advantage. Where had she learned to do this? Was it natural? Obviously, it wasn't something that could be learned from a book. I'd tried.

Malfoy had obviously had enough of her enticement; with a single fluid move he had trapped her against the wardrobe, his hands placed on either side of her head. Ginny didn't look alarmed by this unexpectedness of the circumstanhe fhe found herself in; instead, she stared at his mouth and her eyelids dropped to half mast. Malfoy took his time lowering his head, and when his lips were a millimeter away from hers he stopped, and for a moment they simply breathed, their bodies tense with anticipation. Given how little Ginny was wearing, it was easy to see her chest rising and falling rapidly, telling me that she was excited, whereas it was harder to gauge what Malfoy was feeling.

The kiss, when it came, was soft and light. Malfoy repeated it several times, seemingly in no hurry to speed up the process, although I could tell Ginny was getting impatient. Every time she tried to deepen the kiss Malfoy would pull away, only to return and drop another feather-light touch to her lips a moment later. I don't mind saying that I was a bit surprised by how patient and gentle he was being; I would have expected Malfoy to simply take what Ginny was so blatantly offering and see to his own needs as quickly and expediently as possible. According to Ginny, their relationship was almost fully confined to sex; if that was the case, whythrothrough this seduction act? They both understood where this was going and wanted it to get there ... so why delay? Not that I was opposed, theoretically; I had already taken a full page of notes that I thought would be helpful in my own seduction plans, but it was curious.

Finally, Malfoy allowed Ginny to put her arms around his neck (how quickly the tables had turned, with the enticer enticed), and she kissed him hard. I couldn't see them clearly, but it was obvious from the sounds they were making and from the frantic way Ginny was clutching at Malfoy's clothing that some serious snogging had commenced.

Between sticking his tongue into Ginny's mouth and grinding his hips against hers, Malfoy had lowered the straps of Ginny's nightgown so that it was an easy matter to then tug on the bodice and spring her breasts free. Occasionally Malfoy would move a certain way and I saw enough to deduce what was happening. I was surprisingly unfazed by the sight of my friend's naked chest. This whole situation had an air of unreality to it that made it easier for me to observe on the sidelines and take my notes.

Whereas previously Malfoy had been seemingly unhurried, now he wasted no time in devouring one of Ginny's bared breasts with his mouth, the other palmed in his hand. He suckled like this for some time while Ginny held his head with her hands and tried to remain standing. Why didn't they move their business to the bed so that no one was in danger of falling? I made a note to be sure I was sitting before letting Harry suckle my breasts. My face grew strangely hot at the thought of Harry doing to me what Malfoy was doing to Ginny. Stop it, stop it, I thought. You are an impartial observer.

Malfoy wrapped his arms around her waist to help keep Ginny upright as he concentrated on her other breast. I could see that the one he'd left was wet and puckered from his attentions. And was the normally pink nipple slightly red? Had he used his teeth? I shuddered a bit. Surely that couldn't feel good. Wasn't that painful? I'd have to ask Ginny about it later, although she didn't sound as though she were in pain. At least, not a bad kind of pain.

Sliding his hands under the hem of Ginny's nightgown, Malfoy ran his hands over her derriere before pulling down her knickers. He had to stop his attentions to her breast to do this, but he made this sacrifice and was soon kneeling iont ont of her, urging her to step out of her plain white cotton underwear. Apparently, Ginny hadn't felt it necessary to splurge on her knickernd Mnd Malfoy didn't notice anyway, not sparing them a second glance as he tossed them over his shoulder. Don't bother with fancy underwear, I wrote. He doesn't care, anyway. But wait -- that was Malfoy. What if Harry cared? What if pretty knickers were what turned him on above all other things? I was starting to see Ginny's point about the limitations of this sort of observation. But surely some things were universal truths?

Malfoy began kissing his way up Ginny's leg, but she stopped him by moving away from the wardrobe and pulling her nightgown back in place. She took one of his hands and led him to the bed. Now I had a clear view. She removed his shirt with the same kind of care that she had his tie and hung it on a nearby chair. Malfoy had a surprisingly attractive torso; long, lean, and smooth, with enough muscle definition to accentuate the fact that he was in very good shape. He reminded me a lot of Harry, actually, who was also tall and thin ... but that made sense, I supposed, since they were both Seekers and presumably they got very similar exercise.

Ginny kissed his collarbone and used her tongue on each of his nipples in turn; the way Malfoy sucked in his breath, it sounded like he enjoyed that very much. I made a note of this. She then placed her hands on the waistband of his trousers again, but this time moved one of her hands around to the front, where she cupped his obvious arousal. Malfoy didn't speak or otherwise make a sound, but now that his chest was bared I could see that he was breathing heavily, and one of his hands gripped the bedpost.

Ginny, undaunted by his lack of verbal encouragement, unfastened his trousers with easy, deliberate grace. They slid down slightly, just past his hips. I could see the waistband of his black boxer shorts (impossible to tell what kind of material ... er, not that I cared), and Ginny slipped her arms around Malfoy's waist. She used her small, nimble fingers to find the groove of his spine, then slid her hands down into the back of his shorts and held him. She nibbled languidly at his chest.

"How was your day?" she asked. The almost-cheerful query seemed out of place in the situation, particularly since it was the first time one of them had spoken in quite some time.

"Fine," Malfoy said shortly. He reached out and plucked one of her hands from his arse, then placed it squarely on his erection, which strained against the material of the shorts. "Are you going to do something about this, or would you prefer for me to run down to the kitchens and get some biscuits and tea so we can sit by the fire and chat about inconsequential matters?"