Atypical Lesson

Atypical Lesson by Sarea Okelani


"Sounds like it wasn't very good," Ginny commented as she took the hand he had placed on his erection and slipped it inside his shorts. Judging from the strangled sound that emitted from Malfoy's throat, I assumed she had, er, taken matters into her own hands. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but there was movement, and Malfoy's grip on the bedpost grew tighter and tighter until his knuckles were white. I made a note to ask Ginny what exactly she had been doing with her hand, since I definitely wanted Harry to react to me the way Malfoy was reacting to her.

Casually, Ginny stopped and pulled both of her hands away from him. Malfoy made as if to put them right back, but Ginny had begun to briskly pull his trousers down. He couldn't argue with this, so he allowed himself to be undressed like a child. When his trousers and boxer shorts had made it past his hips, Ginny pushed him onto the edge of the bed, where he sat obediently. She removed his thick black boots, then his socks, and finally pulled the rest of his clothing off.

I had never seen a man naked before. Well, all right, I once saw my father in the altogether, but I was young and he looked nothing like Malfoy, and he certainly hadn't been in the state Malfoy was in (thank all the saints). Malfoy's erection looked impossibly large (good luck with that, Gin) and odd, being as pink and engorged as it was ... but for all that, strangely beautiful. I felt a moment of guilt that Harry wouldn't be the first naked, aroused boy my age that I'd see, but then I remembered Cho and Alicia and resolutely decided that I had nothing to feel guilty about. Harry could not begrudge me this. Especially as it wasn't my tongue licking drops of semen from Malfoy's erection. I searched for another quill as the one I was using was running out of ink. I hoped I'd brought enough parchment. Ginny was about to give Malfoy a blow job, and this was one of the primary reasons I was even here. I'd be furiously taking notes through the whole thing, and I hoped she would go slow so I wouldn't miss anything.

"Draco, will you tell me about your day?" Ginny asked again, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, his penis poised only centimeters from her mouth.

"Y-yes," Malfoy said, and it was the only time I'd ever heard him stutter.

"Don't leave out any details," Ginny encouraged, and took the head of his penis into her mouth.

"Ahhh, God," he safistfisting his hands into the bed sheets.

Ginny immediately stopped. "That's not telling me about your day, Draco," she said sweetly.

"Don't stop," he whispered.

"Then you had better start talking, Malfoy."

"I woke up this morning and went down to breakfast ..."

"What time did you wake up? What did you have for breakfast?" Ginny prompted.

Malfoy groaned. Ginny crossed her arms, and he began again, hastily. "I woke up at eight this morning. I was tired from studying the night before, and I thought about skipping breakfast. But I wanted to see you, so I ... oh God." Ginny had begun her intimate ministrations again, sliding her tongue around his length, occasionally sucking at him with small kisses. "So I ... went," Malfoy continued unsteadily. "I had ... eggs, bacon, tomato, toast, mushrooms, some h-ham, and orange juice."

"Mmm, for someone who was going to skip breakfast, you certainly were hungry," Ginny said. "Then what?"

"I went to Transfiguration. We've begun transfiguring ... transfiguring ..." He seemed to lose his train of thought as Ginny had taken as much of him as she could into her mouth and was slowly moving her head up and down. She stopped again and he let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper.

"Transfiguring in Transfiguration. That's very good, Draco," she said, her voice husky. "Go on, tell me about the rest of your day." She was clearly taking a bit of pity on him, as well as pleasure in being able to reduce the normally acerbic Draco Malfoy to a half-wit.

"Don't make me," he said. "I can't think when you're doing that."

"Well, you'll have to," Ginny rejoined smoothly. "If you want me to continue."

"After Transfiguration was Double Potions with the blasted Gryffindors," he said immediately. She pinched his backside for that show of impertinence, but went back to what she was doing before. This time she grasped the base of his erection with her hand, which she moved up and down in time with her mouth. "I won fifty points for Slytherin by making a perfect sleeping draught, and Longbottom managed for once to refrain from trying to kill us all." It was true; Neville hadn't caused any accidents during Potions today. "Then it was lunchtime, and I didn't see you ... that reminds me, where were you?" Ginny looked up at him as best she could without removing her mouth from its task. "Never mind, don't answer, I don't care. After lunch I had a free period, so I went to the Slytherin common room and played chess with Parkinson ..." He trailed off at the glare she leveled at him, and continued, "which I of course won. God, that feels good." His hands rose from the bed and his fingers parted her hair, clutching at her head.

Ginny pulled away. "Sorry, sorry," Malfoy said, taking his hands away. Apparently, holding Ginny's head while she performed oral sex was not allowed. She didn't comment, but sucked him into her mouth again once his hands were back at his sides, this time moving faster. Sounding as though he were speaking from somewhere far, far away, Malfoy swallowed and went on, "Then it was Care of Magical Creatures, but that oaf Hagrid was ill so they had that insufferable Mudblood Granger take over for the period" -- at this reminder of who else was in the room, Ginny nearly choked and her eyes watered -- "then I had Quidditch practice and Harry bloody Potter tried to steal our pitch time, but we prevailed. Of course, it was normally their pitch time, but it wasn't our fault that the stupid gits hadn't recorded it in the log book, was it?" In answer, Ginny used her other hand to cup and fondle his testicles. "Holyshit thenIhaddinnerandstudied andwentonmyrounds andohGodI'mgoingtocome."

Immediately, Ginny ceased all activity. She smiled at him as she dabbed the corner of her mouth with a thumb.

"Witch," he said. Well spotted, Malfoy. "Come here." He hauled her up to sit next to him on the bed and gave her a long, ferocious kiss. I couldn't help it; I felt a twinge of something in my nether regions when I saw that kiss.

Ginny squealed as Malfoy somehow managed to maneuver her onto her back in two seconds flat. He pushed her nightgown up over her hips (it didn't have very far to go), exposing her to him. Without ceremony or any teasing whatsoever, Malfoy immediately placed his tongue on her and began to navigate it through her folds. Ginny's squeal turned into a moan, and she bucked up against him, but his hands on her hips held her fast to the bed. Turn about apparently wasn't fair play, as Malfoy did not object at all to Ginny clutching his hair for dear life, even though this treatment was playing havoc with its normally impeccable appearance.

When Ginny had stopped her wild movements and was docilely staying fairly still (but not silent), Malfoy took a hand away from her hips and slid one long finger into her. Ginny gave a whimpering moan that escalated when he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. Dear Gods in the heavens above, I thought, adjusting myself surreptitiously. Malfoy added another finger and began to move them in and out as Ginny's head tossed and turned.

"How did your Potions exam go today, Gin?" Malfoy asked conversationally. "All that studying we did pay off?"

Studying? Ginny and Malfoy studied together? Not that it was that surprising, I suppose. Malfoy did get very good marks in Potions. He was the only one who was ever a worthy adversary for me when it came to schoolwork. Or a worthy adversary for Harry in Quidditch. And it could be said that Ron competed with Malfoy in just about every regard, he despised him so much. So as much as we hated Malfoy, it appeared that he played a pivotal role in spurring all of us on. How odd.

"What ... exam ..." she breathed crossly.

"You had a Potions exam today," Draco said patiently. "On antidotes?"

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

"I won't stop," he promised. "If you'll tell me how to brew an antidote to abnormal swelling."

"Can't ... remember."

"Yes, you can. It's easy. Here, I'll help. Knotgrass ..." His thumb pushed against her and began rubbing in small circles as Ginny's breaths came in short gasps.

"Knotgrass," she repeated. "Lacewing flies ..."

"Very good. And how long do they have to be stewed for?"

"Uhhhh ... ohgod. Twenty-one days."

"Miss Weasley, you have been studying."

"I had a ... persuasive teacher."

Malfoy grinned smugly. "You're not quite done yet. What else?"

"Shredded boomslang skin, powdered root of asphodel, and ... and ..."

"One more," Malfoy coaxed.

"Monkshood?" Ginny said.

"Yes, monkshood. And for being such a good girl for paying attention during your lessons, I'm going to give you a reward. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Draco, please."

Now Malfoy had all the power and Ginny had none, and watching them, for the first time I found myself undaunted by the idea of giving up control. After all, if Ginny could place this much confidence in Malfoy, someone who normally wasn't to be trusted, then there was zero reason for me to hold back with Harry. Especially now that I sort of knew what I would be getting myself into.

An ear-splitting scream brought me firmly back to the situation at hand, and it was probably safe to guess that Ginny had climaxed. She was breathing heavily, her eyes were closed, and a fine sheen of perspiration had covered her from head to toe. Malfoy tried to tug her nightgown off, but it wouldn't cooperate, and in a fit of impatience he ripped it off and sent it fluttering to the floor. (Don't buy expensive nighties, I wrote.) He tugged her higher up the bed so Ginny could rest her head on a pillow, and he moved like a cat between her legs, kissing his sinuous way up to her parted mouth. Ginny couldn't see the self-satisfied look on his face that I suspected would be there for days, but I could, and it made me grit my teeth in annoyance. More irritating than the fact that I generally hated to see Malfoy's typical smug manner was the fact that in this case, it was warranted.

Taking advantage of Ginny's pliable form, Malfoy lifted himself onto his knees and sat back on his heels. He grabbed Ginny's waist and pulled her forward and up to meet his eren, hn, her knees nestled against either hip. Holding her firmly, Malfoy waited until she had opened her eyes, observing him from beneath lowered lashes, before he steadily began to ease himself into her, coaxing her open. She let out a small sound that was halfway between a whimper and a groan, as if she didn't have the energy to focus on one. Her hands grasped his wrists where he held her, and she bit her lip as he at last managed to fit all of himself inside. I was relieved to think that I wouldn't have as much of an issue in this regard; Harry and I are more proportional to one another than Ginny and Malfoy were, assuming they were similarly built.

Malfoy began to pump his hips slowly, sliding out a bit before thrusting back in. He repeated this several times and had just begun an intoxicating rhythm when Ginny gasped, "Stop, Draco, stop."

His hips stilled. "What?" he groaned. "What is it, Gin?"

"The spell," she said. "You forgot the spell."

Malfoy looked as if he were trying to recall what spell she might be talking about. "Oh right, the sodding spell," he said, with a note of reluctance. "Hang on." Without disconnecting their bodies, Malfoy adjusted their position so that he was lying fully on top of her. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table and drew out his wand, muttering an incantation I was vaguely familiar with. I knew it was supposed to prevent unwanted pregnancy ... and really, it was lucky Ginny had remembered. I would have to make sure that Harry and I weren't so caught up in our own moment that we threw precaution out the window. Then where would we be? Unwed parents with no prospects of a bright future, that's where.

"Happy now?" Malfoy asked.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and flipped him over so that she was on top. "Now I'm happy," she said. She nipped lightly at his jaw and neck.

Malfoy took her face in his hands and kissed her, then as he was tracing her lips with his thumb, whispered, "Ride me, Gin."

I could no longer pretend indifference when I saw the look of pure bliss on both of their faces as Ginny began to move. There was something about the way they were with one another that spoke volumes of an intimacy that went deeper than the physical act of sex, and I was beginning to realize why they had been together for such a long time. I didn't think this was a casual relationship for either of them, and I was nearly sorry to have asked Ginny to put me in this position. I believed that what they were doing was a demonstration of love, and I rightly shouldn't be witnessing it.

But I couldn't regret it, for if none of this had happened, I might not have come to the following conclusion: I had nothing whatsoever to fear. Sex between two people who loved one another wasn't about the acts performed; it was about giving and receiving love. I knew Harry loved me, and I wanted him to be able to show me. And I wanted him to experience me, all of me, including the insecurities and the neuroses and the learning-as-I-went.

It wasn't long before Ginny and Malfoy were gasping in tandem, Ginny rotating her hips faster and faster, Malfoy grabbing her hips to pull her down on him harder. Her breasts jiggled enticingly in front of his face and he was unable to resist; he sucked a nipple into his mouth and worked at it with his tongue. At the same time, he moved a hand to where they were joined and rubbed her clit.

Ginny came so powerfully that it would be a miracle if Malfoy was ever able to hear out of his right ear again. He didn't seem too concerned with possible deafness, because the second Ginny climaxed he flipped them over again, wrapped her legs around his waist, and thrust into her with a strength and velocity that, had I not witnessed it first hand, would have said was impossible. Shortly thereafter, Malfoy let out a loud groan that rivaled his partner's expression of satisfaction moments before, and his hips continued to pump without rhythm as he came.

After long moments, Malfoy relaxed -- or more accurately, he slumped on top of Ginny and didn't look like he planned to ever get up -- and buried his face against her neck. She caressed his hair almost tenderly until their breathing evened out and became normal again. And even after that Ginny stared at the ceiling and continued to run her fingers through his hair in an almost hypnotic rhythm. I was starting to worry that she had forgotten about me -- not that I could blame her. I couldn't reveal myself for fear that Malfoy would actually be awake and raise hell when he saw me. Maybe I could sneak out the door without either of them noticing.

As I contemplated avenues of escape, Ginny moved. She carefully extricated herself from beneath Malfoy's heavy form, kissing his temple when he grumbled a bit. This quieted him, and I soon realized that the snuffling sounds he was making were actually snores -- he was asleep. Ginny left the bed, pulling the covers up to his waist, then whispered an incantation that soundlessly pulled the curtains around the bed closed.

She drew on Malfoy's discarded robe, and tiptoed over to where she thought I was.

"Are you still there?" she whispered.

I pulled the Invisibility Cloak off halfway, startling Ginny so that she put a hand over her heart. "Good Lord, you startled me," she said. "No matter how many times it's happened, you never get used to seeing a floating head."

We made our way stealthily to the door. Once outside, Ginny stopped whispering, but her voice was still low. "Did you get what you needed?" She held Malfoy's robe closed with her hands, and I had to smile at her mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips. There were red marks along her neck and on her right shoulder, and her eyes were shining. She looked the picture of a woman thoroughly loved. And I wasn't sure that that wasn't the truth after all.

"Yes, I did. Thank you, Gin," I said, impulsively hugging her, which she returned with one arm.

"Sure. Did it ... uh ..."

"You two look wonderful together," I said honestly.

Ginny's face flushed -- with pleasure or embarrassment, I didn't know, but she grinned and said, "Well, this is an odd thing to bond over, isn't it?"

"The oddest," I agreed. "Gin --" I hesitated, not knowing exactly how to say what I wanted to say, not feeling that I had the right to tell her, yet felt that it needed to be said. "If it were just the sex, the two of you wouldn't have lasted a year." It was the best I could do.

Ginny seemed to understand what I meant, even if she didn't look convinced. "You'd better get going. Good luck with Harry." She lifted her hand in farewell, then disappeared behind Malfoy's door once more.

I made my way back to Gryffindor Tower. The common room was bright and warm, the perpetual fire in the fireplace burning steadily. I walked over to it, shedding the Invisibility Cloak along the way (I would have to remember to return that to Ginny tomorrow), and pulled pages and pages of notes from the pockets of my robes. Without a moment's hesitation, I fed them all to the fire. Then I went upstairs to bed.

When I got to my room, my heart did a funny little flip to see Harry lying on my bed fully clothed, his glasses askew. On the bedside table was a tray, on top of which sat a bowl of soup and some now-hardened bread. I remembered that I was supposed to be sick.

I began to undress, and my movements woke Harry up. He peered at me with groggy eyes, as if he wasn't sure I was really there. When he was certain it was me, he sat up and adjusted his glasses.

"Hey," he said. "How are you feeling?"

Donning my modest nightdress, I sat down next to him, as close as possible, so close I could smell that sweet scent of Harry I loved so much. His voice was husky with sleep, and it sent shivers down my spine.

"Good," I said softly.

"Were you at the library?" He yawned hugely.

"I was doing some research," I said, reaching behind him to pull the covers down. "It's time for bed. Want me to help you get undressed?"

Harry blinked owlishly at me. "It's all right, I can manage."

Crawling under the covers, I watched as he began to pull his clothes off and change into the spare pyjamas he kept in my room. "Another time, then."

Harry looked at me oddly, but I couldn't have stopped the huge smile that spread over my face even if I'd tried.

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THE END

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