Help Me Draco

Chapter one

Draco led her to a quiet corridor rarely used unless classes were held. He still had her hand in his and draped an arm around her shoulder as he eased her onto a stone bench next to him.



“Now, Granger, why is Ron such an interest to you lately?” He asked.



“I already told you, Ron is my……” He rolled his eyes and cut her off again.



“And Pansy is my friend, but you never cared who he had taken a fancy to before, then all of sudden you have to add your to knuts now. What’s going on?” He asked.



“You aren’t concerned about Pansy, that she may be moving too fast?” She asked, looking at him.



“How fast Pansy moves is her business.” He told her. “But you still haven’t answered the question, why do you care?” He spoke with a firmness this time.



“I don’t want to see Ron make a mistake and make things worse for her.” She said.



“Now it’s about Pansy? Since when do you care about her?” He asked. “You only began caring when Ron became involved.” His eyes widened and he looked down at her. “Your jealous.” He said slowly smiling.



Hermione rose and ran all the way to Gryffindor tower. Draco smiled as she took off, but was still confused. Why on earth would Granger be jealous? Nothing in their history had given an indication of romance or even that she was attracted to him.



There was however the possibility that she was jealous of another woman taking her friend away, but he dismissed that. The Weaslette had taken Potter’s time from her and she was obviously happy for them, not to mention she had more then enough to keep her busy.



Maybe Pansy was right, maybe she wanted some type of control. She plainly didn’t think Ron knew more about any subject then she did, and that was probably eating her up inside. Maybe she hated the fact that Ron was considered the ‘source’ and not her. He laughed out loud. Her jealousy over not being considered the best was bad enough, but to have someone she obviously thought had less intelligence then her as downright comical. It was an intriguing thought, but considering how Granger liked to have the last word, it seemed to have merit. He grinned and went back to his own common room.







Hermione had made it to Gryffindor Tower without running into anyone else. She was unnerved by what Draco had suggested. How could she be jealous of Pansy. She knew what Ron was like when it came to sex, that’s what she was trying to convey.



She had heard so many horror stories about losing ones virginity, that she had decided to take matters into her own hands. She had gone to Ron. He was her friend, so he would think about her feelings, he wouldn’t do anything she found disgusting, or so she thought. It had been horrible and she had to direct him where to go and what to do.



Nothing she had read about sex had prepared her for dealing with Ron. He was overly aggressive and argumentative. She had read about oral sex and dismissed it as nasty, but she didn’t think Ron would initiate it. He had dropped down and she had to scramble away from him. It was worse after that, when they had gotten to the intercourse part, she hadn’t been ready and it hurt more then she predicted.



She told Ron to hurry as quickly as he could, but he took over forty five minutes before he ejaculated. She was so dry that Ron, stopped and spit on his cock before continuing. She was embarrassed and humiliated and when she saw him next, while having dinner with her parents, she suggested they just forget the whole thing.



She hadn’t heard from him at all, and she thought he might be licking his wounds from the experience, but when she arrived at the Burrow she had found out about Pansy, and how all his attention was given to her. She had tried to help Pansy as well, but Ron didn’t seem to understand that a woman would be better for her to talk to.



During an attack that Pansy had at the Burrow, Hermione was trying to help until Ron showed up and then she panicked. Ginny had given her a lashing the next day about Ron being the one Pansy needed and from that point on Pansy had avoided her, spending every moment with Ron. She knew that all she needed to do was talk to Pansy and she knew she would be able to help, but it didn’t happen.



Hermione was concerned about Ron staying with her so much. Pansy had been raped and had to be around women, every book she had read indicated that was the usual option. Ron could have done a lot of damage if he had done or said the wrong thing, and Hermione herself knew he was more the capable of saying the wrong thing to her. But no matter what she said, Pansy wouldn’t speak to her, so she let it be, and hoped Ron didn’t do anything stupid.



When they got to Hogwart’s however and the Yule Ball came up, Ron seemed so happy that she had asked him to be her date but Hermione knew what was going on. She said it plainly, that Pansy wanted to be with someone safe, and at the moment that was Ron, since he was the one who saved her. He seemed to understand, but at the Ball he had taken the situation that arouse in hand and it made her think differently.



Pansy attacker had shown up with the guest school and Ron had behaved like a valiant defender in every way. It was a side of him she had never seen. He had never acted that way with her. He had never stood up for her that way. She was the one he lost his virginity to and he wasn’t willing to fight for her. Hermione felt hurt, and rejected. She knew she was the one who suggested they forget the whole thing, but when it seemed she didn’t mean anything to Ron, her feelings were hurt.



No, she wasn’t jealous, she was insulted. Right? Of course she was. She was insulted that Ron didn’t give her a better experience. She was insulted that he tried to treat her in a disgusting manner, and the way he looked at Pansy lately made her feel bad. She was his first and he never did any of the things for her that he did for Pansy. Why was she not deserving of that? Why was she just cast aside and Pansy treasured like gold?



She went to sleep, upset by Draco’s kiss and depressed at how Ron looked this evening. The fact that he never came back by curfew was also a factor, but she’d find out what happened later. Harry would know.







As it happens Hermione found out Ron didn’t make it back to Gryffindor Tower until well after two in the morning. He had taken Harry’s invisibility cloak with him, but he had been doing that ever since him and Pansy began staying out late, just in case they were out past curfew. He walked her to her common room, then went to his. What Harry wouldn’t tell her, was what Ron did, saying it wasn’t his business or hers. Hermione knew better though, Ron told him everything, he would have told him what happened. Ginny would be no help either, she wholeheartedly supported Ron and Pansy.



She was looking down at them from one of the catwalks and Pansy was sitting in his lap. Ron never wanted her to sit in his lap, he never held her that way. He certainly never smiled at her that way. Hermione knew that had shagged, there was no doubting it now, and it was also obvious that Pansy loved it. She leaned against a pillar, suddenly even more depressed then before, then began a slow pitiful walk without a destination in mind.





Draco had been watching her al morning. He knew what Ron and Pansy had done, she told him. She also knew that Hermione wasn’t going to like it and if he could keep an eye on her like he agreed, and he said he would. This suddenly wasn’t about his friend anymore, although he was happy to help her.



Hermione’s reaction was unusual, and he intended to get to the bottom of it. She shouldn’t be feeling this way about him, unless she wanted Ron for herself, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He was therefore more curious then anything about her reasons. His comment about jealousy got a shocking reaction from her, but what was she jealous of? Pansy, for having Ron, or Ron for knowing something she didn’t?



He saw her amble lazily along the corridor with her head down and hurried down to intercept her. “Where are you headed Granger?” He asked easing into a walk beside her. She looked up at him and said nothing, then looked back to the floor. “What are you so depressed about?” He asked, stopping her and making her face him.



She tried to move away, but he took hold of her shoulders. “I don’t feel like talking.” She said in a low voice and again tried to pull away.



“I know, but that’s why you have to.” He took her hand and together they slipped into an empty classroom. Shutting the door behind them he helped her sit and took a chair next to her. She sat with her arms folded on the table saying nothing, but merely taking in the marks on the desk. “Out with it Granger, why do they have your knickers in a knot?” He asked.



“I said…..” She began with her back straight.



“I know what you said, but not wanting to do something, and needing to are two different things. Now come on. Why are you so interested in what Ron and Pansy do?” He asked. Pansy had been right, she didn’t like to admit to being wrong about anything, or concede that someone else was right.



“Do you know anything about Ron?” She asked, unfolding her arms and lacing her fingers.



“You mean personally? Not much, but what does that matter?” He asked.



“He’s not a virgin.” Hermione told him.



“And you know this because you were his first I assume?” He said. She nodded. “And you are upset because he found someone else?”



“No,” she looked up and faced him, “it was awful. Truly, truly awful, and my first thought was that after the rape she would need someone who knew what he was doing. Ron could have horrible effects on her.”



“It doesn’t seem as if he is having that effect. In fact it seems as if he is good for her.” Her face fell again. “You said, your first thought, so what is your thought now.”



“I see how he is with her, and he wasn’t like that with me.” Her speech dropped and she spoke as if she had failed the whole of England. “He didn’t treat me in any way like he treats her.”



“And you feel cheated?” He said. She looked up and gave him a funny look. “You thought your first time would be wonderful because you chose someone you trusted, didn’t you? It doesn’t work that way Granger, you need passion not friendship.”



She looked at him. “What do you know about it?” She dismissed him and looked back at her hands again.



“I’m no virgin either, and I had enough sense not to go to a friend. You have to be attracted to whoever you choose, its not about logic.” He said, watching her face.



“I think I can make my own choices Malfoy.’ She shot at him with a fierce look.



“And a brilliant one you made.” He said. “You need to not only chose someone you are attracted to, but you need to find someone who is attracted to you also.”



“What are you talking about?” She was getting angry. “He didn’t refuse me at all when I talked to him about it.”



“Granger,” he shifted in his seat slightly and faced her, “no man is going to refuse sex if it offered to them on a silver platter, not matter what the girl looks like.”



“Are you saying I’m ugly?” Her face feel and for a moment Draco thought she might cry. She was probably having flashbacks to her bush teeth and bushy hair days.



“No, you are not ugly.” He softened his voice. “What I’m saying is you could have been Crabbe in drag and if you had said ‘let’s shag’ anyone would agree.”



“Crabbe in drag?” She asked making a face.



“Everyone is the same in the dark.” He said in a matter of fact tone.



“That’s horrible!” She shrieked.



“Yes it is, but it’s a fact, most men wont care. I’m sure Ron cared in his own way, but there wasn’t the sexual attraction that needs to be felt to make it good.” Draco told her. “You can care, and even love someone but if you don’t physically want someone sex will be sadly lacking.”



Hermione thought about his words. Ron didn’t want her? Had she made a mistake? She couldn’t have. Ron cared, he said he did, but then again his behavior with Pansy made her think about what he said. He couldn’t have lied to her, he was still her friend after all. Then again she hadn’t gone to Ron because she wanted him, she went to him because he was her friend and she thought it was wiser to be with someone she trusted. She thought that since he agreed he must have felt something for her, he did have an erection the whole time.



She looked over at Draco and saw he was still looking at her. He was wrong. He had to be wrong. She got up and hurried out of the classroom. Draco watched her leave and did nothing. He knew she was having problems with what she had heard.



Now that he knew more about the situation, he thought it would be a good idea to talk to Ron. He had Grangers point of view but that was often one sided, especially when things didn’t turn out the way she thought they would.