The Price of Knowledge

The Price of Knowledge


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Chapter Two



Something inside me snapped.


I rushed back to my dorms and flew into bed, where I closed the bed curtains and cast a silencing spell.


I heard Lavender’s snore and Pavati mumble incoherently in her sleep and wondered if they would sleep as soundly if they had just seen what I had seen, felt what I had felt.


I wondered they have ever had an orgasm, too.


They dated boys and I know Lavender seemed to have proficiency for making out, but I wasn’t sure if they had gone any further than kissing.


Now I had all these thoughts inside my head, these feelings inside my body and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where to turn. I felt lost in a very black abyss – without a light, without a wand… I was scared.


I tried to take some deep breaths, relax myself so I could focus. That’s what I usually did when I needed to regain my control and rein in my emotions. I had such a temper that sometimes it took a few moments to recoup my composure.


Why Draco? Of all the people I could have seen, why was he there? Why was he so angry? Why did he…


Masturbate. I had to get comfortable with that word. If you can do it, you have to say it. Masturbate.


I could imagine a slew of dirty words running through my mind and I shuddered, it didn’t seem real. But if my body had the ability to obtain sexual gratification and my mind the aptitude to find sexual pleasure – then I should be able to understand these new feelings and emotions. I had all the tools, now I had to understand how to use them.


I had been turned on by the sight of Draco Malfoy masturbating, so turned on that I began to masturbate as well, giving myself an orgasm.


Now that I could admit that, I wondered why.


Masturbation was not something I had ever done before. It was unknown, and usually, what is unknown inspires fear, hate. The subject of female gratification was taboo, and until I witnessed Draco tonight, I never would have thought twice about it. I liked watching him, watching his face contort as the passion ran over him, like waves of the ocean….


I am getting hotter and hotter and begin to pull off my pullover and socks. The thought, the memory, of my first climax is making me sweat. It must be a neurological response, maybe like Pavlov. I recall the moment I found pleasure, and the instance in which it was inspired and then…


I reached down again, and found my knickers were damp and slightly uncomfortable. I lifted my fingers into the light and found them coated with a slippery, slick substance that reminded me off Sleakeazy Potion, but not as sticky or heavy. It didn’t smell bad, sort of like sweat. I am tempted to taste it, but hold off. I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet. Wouldn’t tasting one’s “juices” mean she was a closet lesbian? I don’t think I’m attracted to girls. Maybe not the ones at Hogwarts because I’ve known them for so long. I don’t see them in that light. Then again, I grew up with most of the boys here, including Draco. Now why would I get so turned on by him anyway?


He wasn’t nice to me. Ever. He was a horrible prat, spoiled and snobby, and I still wanted to hit him every time he opened his mouth. He always acted so superior, as if the world was his oyster and everyone else were just annoying grains of salt that would get in the way of the view.


But he wasn’t wearing his armor tonight. He seemed…almost normal. He looked like a boy…no, a young man, who was angry and frustrated and needed help. He looked human, actually. And without his superior attitude, I noticed something I had never noticed before – Draco Malfoy was really good looking.


His skin was pale but not pasty, smooth. His hair was sexy when it wasn’t slicked back and he had the most beautiful eyes. He looked more like his mother than his father, which was Merlin’s favor. It made his angular features softer somehow. Less severe.


I always thought personality was a better gauge to measure someone’s attractiveness, but how well do we really know anyone? It was superficial sounding…but in that unguarded moment, Draco Malfoy appealed to me like no one else.


I lay in bed a very short time thinking about it, but I knew I had to learn more. So, before sleep claimed me, I promised myself that I would unlock the secret of sex.



tbc.




AN: I\'m on a writing frenzy lately, and because I am so excited at the response to said frenzy, I keep posting almost immediately after finishing, leaving things unpolished. Luckily for me Michelle had an anti tarnish spell to help me out. Thanks! ~ElizabethJade