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 reign
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 see, 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 run 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 was getting hotter and hotter and began to pull off my
pullover and socks. The thought, the memory, of my first climax was making me
sweat. It must have been a neurological response, maybe like Pavlov. I recalled
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 of Sleakeazy Potion,
but not as sticky or heavy. It didn’t smell bad, sort of like sweat. I was
tempted to taste it, but held off. I didn’t think I was ready for that just
yet. Wouldn’t tasting one’s “juices” mean they were a closet lesbian? I didn’t
think I was attracted to girls. Maybe not the ones at Hogwarts because I’ve
known them for so long, anyway. I didn’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…