What A Girl Needs

Chapter 3

Hermione was feeling particularly upbeat that morning, as she munched on her toast, not at all how she felt a few days ago. She’d gotten the highest score on her potion, despite Snape’s hovering, their first clone was perfect, as were the five copies she’d made for herself and the other women in the group. They were to test theirs and come back to Hermione with suggestions and complaints. So far she’d heard nothing.

And on top of it all, she was going to start her apprenticeship right after the holidays, which started tomorrow. Maybe she could even get Snape to start a bit early since she was staying at the Castle with thirty other students. Most of them didn’t have a home anymore, or at least not a family to go home to. Hermione’s parents had been killed a few months before the final battle and now there was just an empty house waiting for her.

She glanced across the room at Draco. He’d lost his parents too. His mother was dead and his father a soulless shell living in Azkaban. He’d be staying here too, which was a perfect opportunity for her, she felt. Blaise had already said Draco talked about her. Maybe she could get him to agree to a cloning too.

She’d even done something completely outrageous to get his attention. Blaise had given her the idea when he stole her panties two nights ago. That and the little episode with the toy had given her a boost of confidence that she planned on holding tight to. She wasn’t sure if Blaise was right about boys wanting to sleep with her, but she’d decided to take a very big risk on one of the hottest guys at school. After that, surely others guys would be a breeze to approach. Hermione wasn’t quite sure if this was the stupidest plan she’d ever had, but it was certainly out of character enough to get his attention once he figured out where her surprise had come from.

Hermione grinned to herself as the morning post owls swooped into the hall, raining letters and packages down on the students. She watched with glee as Draco caught a tiny box before it landed in his oatmeal. Blaise was sitting next to him and prodded his friend, probably telling him to open it.

Draco grinned and shrugged, tugging at the bows of the package and opening the box cautiously. One couldn’t be too careful when opening presents. You never knew if you’d get the latest surprise from the Weasley twins in it, after all. She watched as his brows went up and a smirk touched his lips. He picked up the note sitting on the top of the very lacy pair of green panties she’d worn yesterday. There was next to no fabric in the back and just enough in the front and bottom to make them even worthwhile. He picked them up, dangling them casually from his finger as he read the note: “Think the Prince of Slytherin can make this princess roar?” Draco chuckled and then bunched the panties into his fist, bringing them to his nose.

Hermione watched in fascination as he inhaled, his eyes shuttered slightly. That certainly wasn’t expected, but hot none the less. She bit her lip as he grinned wickedly and pushed the scrap of fabric into his trouser pocket and stood, clapping a chuckling Blaise on the shoulder. He didn’t look her way though. Was the clue too vague? She hadn’t thought so, but he just walked calmly towards the door and out into the hallway.

Feeling a raw rush of disappointment, she stood and hoisted her bag on to her shoulder. Well at least she’d made an effort. That was something in itself. Either he didn’t get the clue or he didn’t want her. Despite the answer she still had a class to get to anyway.

Potions was her only class today, since most students would be taking the train home this evening, and afternoon classes had been cancelled. Waving goodbye to her friends, she made her way out of the Great Hall and down the corridor. It was a fair walk to the dungeon classroom, so she always had to leaved breakfast a little early anyway.

She was about halfway to the classroom, when a strong arm swept out and pulled her, squealing, into a dark alcove. A hand clapped over her mouth and lips brushed over her ear. “Good morning Princess,” Draco murmured huskily.

Hermione spun, blushing, as he released her. “Malfoy,” she said in greeting, still panting from her scare.

“Lose something Princess?” he asked tugging out the silky scrap of green from his pocket.

“Oh I didn’t lose those,” she said with a small smile. “How did you know it was me?”

“You’re the only girl that I’ve called Princess anything. I’ve got to say I never expected to receive panties from you, despite the loads others I have gotten them from. These are a particularly nice pair too. One of the nicer I’ve received actually.” He stroked his fingers across the silky, lacy material and smiled slowly. “Why don’t you take off the panties you’re wearing right now too, Princess?” he purred moving closer and running his hand over her rounded bottom. “I think I’d like those too.”

“But you just said you liked those,” she said, her voice catching a bit and her blush spreading, as she gestured towards the green pair. “I thought for sure you’d like that color….”

“I do, but I’d like for you to wear them while I fuck you against this wall,” he said biting gently at her ear. “Then I’m going to take both pairs of your panties to class with me, where they’ll sit in my pocket, reminding me of what I’ve just done. And you’re going to stand over your cauldron with nothing to stop my come from running down your legs, to remind you what you’ve just done.”

Hermione couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten out of a pair of panties so fast. He handed her the green pair and watched, eyes darkened and intense as they slid up her legs and disappeared under her proper little school girl skirt. “Good, now turn around and put your hands on the wall Granger. Let’s see if I can get Gryffindor’s Princess to roar a little for me…hmm? ”

She blushed hotly, but did as he asked, trembling with excitement and nervousness as he tugged her hips out and flipped her skirt up. She’d never done it this way before. Not that she’d done any other way much before either. Even when she’d had the threesome with Ron and Harry, she’d still been on her back. There was something just a little extra naughty about letting a man take you from behind, she decided.

“Fuck Granger. Where have you been hiding this lovely, round ass? Merlin…it makes my teeth ache. If we didn’t have class in a few minutes…” he growled yanking at his zipper and pulling his cock out. “Later. I will find you later; that’s a promise.”

Hermione gasped and arched her hips as his cock pushed past the tiny string running down the valley of her rear, and under the bit of fabric covering her liquid entrance. “Ah fuck me, you’re already wet,” he growled low, thrusting upward into her clutching body. “You’ve been thinking about this all morning haven’t you? Wondering if I’d know it was you that sent the panties and what I’d do if I figured it out; wondering if the Prince of Slytherin would fuck you.”

“Yes,” she gasped, marveling at how he felt inside her. She could tell that he wasn’t has wide was Harry or Ron or Blaise, but there was just something about the way his long length curved, stroked her in all the right places. “Oh gods you feel amazing,” she gasped. “I wasn’t sure if Blaise was just teasing when he said you were interested in me…I thought boys just saw me as a silly bookworm.”

“We do,” he grunted, thrusting hard and fast, knowing he had all of about three minutes before students would start filtering down the hall to head to Potions. “But that just makes us want to fuck you all the more. We want to mess you up a little, see you flushed and sweaty, your wild hair across our pillow. We want to spoil the neat little perfection that his Hermione Granger,” he said on a deep groan. Clearly, he’d been imagining this for a bit, she decided happily.

Draco gripped her cheeks hard in his hands as he picked up the pace. “Merlin’s balls woman, next time I’m going to fuck you here,” he moaned, tracing his thumb over her rosebud. “Just the thought of sinking into your tight little ass….”

She shivered at his words and felt her body clamp down hard around him. So he was probably fucking her just so he could say he had, but at least he was making it good for her. Besides, that’s basically what she was doing any way. He was a lovely little notch to put in her bedpost too.

Gasping he thrust forcefully a few more times before stiffening and jerking into her hard. She cried out and fell out over the edge, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Shuddering, she moaned softly, the contented moan of a satisfied woman, as he pulled out. She could feel his eyes on her, knowing he was watching as his come slid out of her and dampened her thighs. “Beautiful,” he murmured softly, “But as much as I’d like to stay, we’d better get to class before Snape gets there,” he finally said flipping her skirt down and patting her bottom.

She nodded and reached under her skirt to take off the green panties for him. Once that pair and her sensible white pair were safe in his pocket, they both snuck back into the hallway and joined the flow of students headed to class.

***

Hermione stirred her potion a final time and extinguished the flame beneath it with a flick of her wand. It had been distracting to feel the stickiness on her thighs all class, but kind of fun too. She finally felt like a normal female student, instead of some kind of walking library. With Malfoy, she’d felt desirable, even if it’d only been for a few minutes. She didn’t know if he meant that he was going to be with her again, or if that was just his dick talking, but it had been gratifying to hear anyway. Not that she was suddenly in love with him or anything, but he was a nice option to have available to her. Blaise probably would sleep with her if she wanted him too. Hell even Ron and Harry might be willing, now that she knew what guys thought of her. It was strangely compelling.

She bottled her potion and took it up to Professor Snape. He took the vial, swirled the pale purple liquid, nodded and then handed it back to her. “Good, now drink it,” he murmured just loud enough for her to hear.

“But sir,” she whispered, “It’s supposed to go to the Infirmary. I don’t need a birth control potion…” she trailed off and paled as he raised a brow. “Yes sir,” she said with a blush. “I’ll take it when I get to my room sir.”

“Stay after class for a few minutes Miss Granger,” he said quietly, as the others started to slowly file out, chatting happily about the coming holidays. She watched Draco pack up his bag and smiled slightly when he winked and wandered from the room.

“Explain,” Severus said firmly.

“Sir?” she asked nervously.

“Explain what you did today,” he growled.

She frowned, figuring he somehow knew about Draco. Hermione wasn’t surprised all that much. Snape always seemed to know things that seemed impossible to know. “I’d rather not explain anything about my personal life to you sir,” she answered boldly, jutting her chin out stubbornly.

“Very well,” he sighed and pushing a paper towards her. “Sign this Miss Granger. It’s for your apprenticeship with me. I’ve decided to start tomorrow morning, as I have too many potions to get finished for Madam Pomfrey in the next few weeks.”

She glanced over the contract, nodding and then signing it. It was the standard style with few changes anyway. “Thank you sir. Is that all sir?” she asked.

“No, now I want you to explain today to me, and now you must answer me truthfully,” he growled. “Being the smartest student at Hogwarts, you really should have seen this one coming,” he taunted smugly.

She’d just signed over her life to him, so really she had no choice but to answer. Sneaky git had her backed into a corner and now she had to tell him what she’d done today. Hermione stuttered, “Which part do you wish to know about, sir?”

“Let’s start with the owl,” he purred standing and leaning across the desk.

“I sent Draco and owl with a package sir,” she said.

“And what was in that package Miss Granger?” he asked moving around the desk and towering over her.

She trembled and swallowed. Gods this was humiliating. “My panties from yesterday, sir.”

“Why Miss Granger?” he purred tilting her chin up. Merlin, did he have to use her name each time?

“Blaise said that Draco wanted me, so I thought I’d see if it was true. I thought boys didn’t really like me much,” she said, her lip trembling. Oh gods. Now that he was her Master, he could really punish her and even the Headmaster wouldn’t be able to stop it. Not that sex between of age students was totally against the rules, but he didn’t necessarily have to look at it that way. “I sent a note with them, asking if the Slytherin Prince could make this princess roar.” She knew it would be better to just tell the truth, so she continued on, rather than hide anything and be punished for lying. “I thought he didn’t know who it was because he just left, so I decided to just go to class. When I was walking down the hall he pulled me into an alcove.”

Snape actually smiled at that point, “Yes and then fucked you with those green panties on. In fact you’re not wearing any panties now, are you Miss Granger? He wanted you to feel his come on your thighs, didn’t he Miss Granger?” he said sliding his hand into her hair and yanking her head back. Again with the name….

“How?” she gasped, utterly humiliated and terrified by the man holding her in an iron grip. This was the side of the professor that made students and even grown adults tremble, never knowing exactly what was about to become of them.

“Because Mr. Malfoy chose the wrong alcove and fucked you on my front step! When I felt him brush my wards I took a side hall back to my quarters and imagine my surprise when he’s screwing my apprentice up against my door,” he snarled.

“I’m sorry sir,” she said, a slight whimper in her voice. “I know it’s against the rules….”

“I don’t care about the sex, Miss Granger,” he huffed. “You are of age and free to screw whomever you please. I just expect you to show up to my class fully clothed. A cleansing charm would be appreciated too.”

“Yes sir,” she said, afraid to move from the grip on her hair. “Will I be punished for this sir?”

“After the pleasant little show this morning I tempted to do a lot more than punish you Miss Granger,” he threatened silkily. She gasped as he forced her, painfully, to her knees by her hair. It was fairly difficult to miss the slight bulge against his heavy robes and she began to tremble harder. She wasn’t even quite sure if it was completely in terror or not. He shifted until his clothed erection was directing before her eyes. “Next time you disrespect me and my classroom like that, this will be your punishment and I won’t be gentle about it, understood?” he asked in a deadly, soft tone.

“Yes sir,” she cried out. Despite the humiliation of the moment and his fierce grip on her hair, she didn’t exactly fear the punishment he threatened. In a way it might be a little bit fun. Though, she had to admit, she didn’t care for the scary mood he was in, and didn’t doubt that it wouldn’t really be all that fun in reality.

“Good,” he snarled releasing her and stepping back. “Drink the potion. I’ll expect you to take it once a week from now on. You may brew this month’s batch tomorrow with those that Madam Pomfrey still needs.” He started for the door, but paused and glanced back, “Don’t think that this means you can’t fuck any boys, but do be more alert to your surroundings next time Miss Granger.”

Hermione watched him go from her position on the floor, horrified to realize that most of the dampness on her thighs had nothing to do with Draco, but rather the man that had just stormed out the door. “Gods I must be some kind of masochist,” she growled to herself.

***

Hermione was surprised to see the other girls at her door when she returned to her rooms. They looked almost as surprised right back. “What in the hell happened to you after I left?” Pansy asked, taking in Hermione’s rather puffy-eyed, wild haired appearance. “Snape didn’t look pissed when I left and you certainly didn’t mess up today.”

“You remember what Blaise told me about Draco?” Hermione asked, taking down her wards and waving the girls into her room.

“About wanting to spoil your good girl image a bit?” Pansy asked, settling into the same chair as she sat in the night Blaise had entertained them.

“Yes, well I let him, or rather I asked him too,” Hermione sighed, slumping down onto her bed. The other girls settled in waiting impatiently for her to continue. “We ended up have sex in the dungeons this morning and then he made me go to class without my panties. Snape was furious.”

“About you sleeping with Malfoy?” Ginny asked in surprise.

“No, it was more about doing it up against the door to his quarters and then coming to class without my panties,” Hermione said, face flaming.

“What did he do?” Lavender asked in horrified wonder.

“After he had me sign my apprenticeship papers, he made me tell him what I’d done and then forced me to my knees.” She rubbed her hands over her face. “I thought he was going to make me suck him off…he was already hard even. He said the next time I did something like that that’s exactly what I’d be doing and then he left.”

“Can he do that?” Ginny asked in horror. “You’re a student!”

“Oh yes,” Luna sighed. “Remember, she’s his apprentice now. He can do anything but maiming or killing her. Her body is his now. The Headmaster and Ministry can’t even say anything about it, unless her situation looks really bad. Though, I doubt even Professor Snape would do anything that horrible,” she murmured thoughtfully.

Millicent nodded. “It’s true. My cousin was an apprentice for a Charms Master. He made her sleep in his bed even. It’s fairly common really. I mean you’re learning from a Master, so they need to be compensated in some form. Sometimes wealthy families will pay for the training, but more often than not it’s left up to the Master what form of payment they prefer.”

“Besides,” Hermione shrugged, “He said his needs weren’t really that great. I don’t think it’ll be that bad.”

Luna smiled at her. “I think he’s sexy.”

“Luna, ugh!” Lavender cried. “Professor Snape is not sexy! He’s mean and not the least bit handsome.”

Hermione hummed, “True he’s not handsome in the traditional sense, but there is something about him. He scares the hell out of me, but he smells kind of nice and he’s really strong.” She blushed. “He doesn’t look like he’d be all that big under all those layers, but he has definite strength in him. When he pushed me down onto my knees…I don’t know. I got kind of turned on.”

Pansy grinned. “You wouldn’t believe how common that particular fantasy is in Slytherin…in both dorms.” She laughed at the astounded looks she received. “I’d have to agree with Luna and Hermione. There is something about the man that’s just…decadent. I’d bet he’s the kind that likes to tie is partner down to his bed and tease them mercilessly.”

“Maybe we should try to get a copy of him too,” Luna said opening her bag and pulling out two different dildos. Hermione had given them each the charm set and asked them to get signatures and clones so she could work on making copies over break. There had already been a whisper of interest in the girls’ dorms of each house, so she wanted to be ready.

“I doubt he’d ever agree,” Hermione said shaking her head. “I should be able to get Draco though. Who do you all have?”

“Anthony and Neville,” Luna said with a pleased smile.

“How’d you get the Head Boy?” Hermione asked in surprise. Anthony was nice enough, but just a little uptight. They shared a common room and while he would speak to her, he tended to keep to himself, studying during every spare moment. Rather than a place to socialize, their common room tended to be more for counseling and study groups. That was about the extent of his socialization. She was kind of surprised he’d taken time out to fool around with anyone, let alone Luna. Luna was sweet, but a little strange on the best of days.

“Threesome,” Luna said with a small chuckle. “He likes boys and Neville was a good sport about it.”

The girls all laughed at that, hardly imagining that Neville would allow another boy to do that to him. He was so sweet and shy normally. But then, he was dating Luna, so maybe there was hope for him yet. “Anyone else?”

“I got Crabb and Goyle,” Pansy said with a sigh. “I let them wank for me,” she elaborated when they gave her surprised looks.

“I have Harry and Seamus,” Ginny said nervously.

“How did you manage that?” Hermione asked in surprise. “I thought you weren’t interested in Harry any more.”

“I’m not really, but they let me watch them,” Ginny admitted blushing. “They were drinking last night and started playing a game where they dared each other to do stuff and pretty soon they were naked and…well…rubbing against each other. I made copies and then asked them this morning if they’d sign the contract. They were kind of embarrassed about what happened, but they said it was okay with them to keep the copies anyway.”

“I didn’t know Harry actually liked boys,” Hermione gasped.

“I think he likes both, but I don’t think he and Seamus meant to do that with each other anyway. They looked pretty awkward around each other at breakfast today. I don’t think it’ll happen again,” Ginny said. She sighed, “It’s really too bad too, because watching them was soooo hot!”

“I have Ron,” Lavender said with a grin in Ginny’s direction. “I have a date with Dean tonight too, so I should have his ready to send to you tomorrow.”

Ginny blanched at the sight of her brother’s clone. “I definitely don’t want a copy of that one,” she said looking a bit ill at the prospect of testing anything that had anything to do with her brothers’ bits. “I’ll give the charm sequence to my brothers though, since they’ll be home for Christmas. I don’t think they’d mind…probably think it’s funny. Let’s just pray our mother doesn’t find out. I can only imagine the kind of howler I’d get over this.”

Hermione sent her a sympathetic look. Molly could be quite the little terror when crossed. “Give them the charm to work themselves and have them owl the results to me,” she suggested. “That way you don’t have to have any…contact with…well your brothers’ bits.” She laughed at the utter relief on Ginny’s face and turned to look at the other girls.

“So we have a fair collection then to get started on. I’ll make a few copies of what we have and when break is finished we’ll begin to send out hints and get some orders,” Hermione said with a smile. “I think we should keep it as discrete as possible. Order forms will ask for personal preferences, with no names attached, and come to us through Dobby. He’s agreed to deliver the forms, which will automatically transport to him upon the customer checking the ‘Finished’ box at the bottom of the form. The forms are also charmed to recognize the customer and automatically send their payment to our account when they check the ‘Pay’ box, which of course must be marked before the ‘Finished’ box in order for the form to be sent off. Once we receive an order, we’ll choose which toy best fits the customer’s preferences, and send it with a copy of their order form through Dobby again. He’s sworn to secrecy on this, so I will be the only one able to get names out of him, mostly just in case there is a problem with a model and I need to contact a customer.”

“Why only you?” Lavender asked, pouting slightly.

“Because Dobby trusts me,” Hermione said with a shrug. “It’s best anyway, that way only one person has access to the names of customers, just in case we’re all talking and someone slipped on accident. It’s just better that we don’t really know the names of those involved. Even our names will be kept secret if possible. I’d rather not be known as the Muggle born witch that supplied sex toys to the student populous. It just looks really bad on my record.” She bit her lip and thought a moment, “Speaking of the student populous, I’ll also have to charm the order forms to only accept orders from ‘of age’ witches and wizards. I have no desire to provide sex toys to children either. The age of consent is 17, so no one younger is allowed to buy the toys. If they want to ask their parents, fine, but otherwise, they are banned from purchasing anything from us. Finally I want us to all take an oath to keep the wizards’ names a secret from anyone outside of the circle of participants,” she said firmly. “The only way you can talk about them in front of others, is if they’ve already made their participation known.” Each of them got out their wands and promptly swore on it.

“I’m in agreement with you, on everything,” Pansy murmured after a moment, “But you’re also overlooking one thing. Our names will have to be given to the Licensing Department, at least. We’ll need a license to run a business before we sell anything.”

Hermione frowned, “Is that a difficult process? I’m afraid I don’t know how to accomplish that.”

“I’ll handle it,” Millicent said with a shrug. “My father works with them all of the time with his business ventures. He’d do anything for me, so I’ll get our names in over the holiday. Ginny, you’re old enough right?”

“Yes, barely,” Ginny said with a nod. “I just turned 17, thank goodness.”

“You and your brother are rather close in age aren’t you?” Lavender said with a laugh. “Your parents really didn’t waste a moment on you!” she snorted.

“They had a second honeymoon not long after Ron was born…and well here I am,” Ginny said with a light blush. It was really quite well known how much her parents doted on each other. Ginny was positive that there would have been more children after her, if her mother hadn’t had a procedure done to prevent it. They were just too poor to have any more children.

“So if that’s everything, I think we can all head to lunch and then I’ll see you all off to the train,” Hermione said with a smile. “Send me letters if you think of anything or if you find any more men. Make sure to take contracts with you just in case. I’ll also send out copies of the order forms for you to look over.” The other girls nodded and slowly filed out of the room.

Hermione left last and was a bit surprised to see Ron and Harry standing there, waiting for her, each looking a little flushed. “Hey Ron and Harry. Are you waiting for me? Hasn’t lunch already started?”

“Yeah, but we wanted to talk to you,” Ron said glancing around to see if anyone could hear him, then deciding just to pull her back into her room, followed by Harry. “Is this…company thing for real ‘Mione?”

“You mean the one selling the copies?” she asked with a small smile, almost laughing when the boys blushed harder. “Yes. We thought it would be fun and useful. You didn’t have to agree you know. If you’d rather not participate, I can remove your models from the product line. It’d be a shame though, since both are rather lovely,” she teased as both boys looked like they wanted to sink into the floor.

“No,” Harry murmured. “It’s just that we wanted to make sure it would all be kept…quiet. I get enough publicity as it is, so I’d rather not have a headline show up in a few weeks announcing that the Boy Who Lived comes in a new portable form.”

“Yeah and I don’t want to get the mother of all howlers from my mum,” Ron said nervously.

Hermione sighed and smiled, “I promise I’ll keep your names a secret. Each model has a descriptive name and nothing more. Women won’t even know for sure if they are from men in the school. They just list their style preferences and we’ll try to match them as best we can. The five of us have even taken an oath to keep the men’s names a secret. Obviously you’ve already talked to each other about it, so I’d probably be allowed to speak to you both about your pair of clones.”

They both nodded, looking rather flustered. Harry fidgeted a bit and then cleared his throat, “Hermione…do you think…do you think wizards will order from you too? I mean is it only for witches?” He ignored Ron’s snicker and looked at Hermione hesitantly.

“Wizards are welcome too,” she said with a smile. “They can fill out the forms and as long as they’re of age, we’ll fill the order for them. Anyone in particular that you’re thinking of? I might have something close,” she said gently.

He blushed furiously and flicked his eyes to a grinning Ron and then the floor. “Uh…no…no, just curious,” he muttered. Ron laughed a little at his friend’s obvious embarrassment and patted him on the shoulder. Ron apparently knew that Harry liked men, despite Hermione only really finding out that morning. It kind of made her wonder what else she had missed out on.

Hermione looked at him curiously for a moment as his eyes drifted over his red headed friend briefly. Hadn’t see that one coming either, she had to admit. She’d had no idea Harry had anything resembling a crush on Ron, but he appeared to at least be mildly interest. “Come talk to me later and maybe we can satisfy that curiosity, hmm?” Harry wasn’t leaving the castle for a few more days anyway. He was working on some project with the Headmaster and would only leave to go to the Weasley’s for Christmas day.

Harry nodded, “Yeah okay. I was going to come and hang out with you tonight anyway so….” He shrugged and opened the door. “Let’s go eat. Ron still has to finish packing,” he said his blush fading a little as he distracted himself.

Ron grinned, “Fantastic idea. I’m starving!”

“Ron you only have two states of hunger, hungry and starving. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard you of being too full. It’s a wonder you don’t look like Crab and Goyle with all that you eat,” Hermione teased, following the boys down the hall. “I can’t figure out how your mother feeds all of you.”

“Have you seen my mother’s garden?” Ron asked in surprise. “It’s bloody huge! Weeding duty was always considered a punishment when I was growing up. She didn’t let us use any magic to do it, so it would take hours,” he complained.

The three laughed as they wandered into the noisy hall. It was full to the brim with laughing, excited students, all talking about what they were doing over the holidays. Hermione had to admit that she was a bit jealous of them. They’d all get to spend the next few weeks with their families, some off in exotic places, and she’d be stuck here. Though, she glanced over at the Slytherin table, at least Draco would be around.

Draco glanced up as she looked over, grinning and winking at her over his lunch. He picked up a peach from the fruit bowl and bit into it, and even at this distance, she could see a lot of tongue was involved in the maneuver. She blushed as he raised a brow in question and then grinned when it was clear she’d gotten his message. Hermione wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t know what he was intimating to her. She’d never had a boy go down on her, but Ron had offered when they’d been together and he’d been watching her take Harry in her mouth.

She sat down between the boys and thought about Draco. Had he really done that before? Surely he had if rumors were to be believed. She cleared her throat and glanced around to see who might hear her. Ron and Harry were on either side of her and Neville, Dean and Seamus across from them. One of them had to know about it right? They’d all been with girls, except for possibly Harry, since getting a blow job didn’t really mean a whole lot in experience department. “Hey guys,” she whispered to the group around her. “Can I ask you something a little…embarrassing?” They blinked at her and then shrugged and nodded. “Um…you’ve all been with girls…so um…what’s it like to go…down on one?” she stuttered out in embarrassment.

“Something you’re not telling us about your preferences ‘Mione?” Ron asked with a chuckle.

“No!” she gasped a little too loudly. Lowering her voice again she whispered, “No, it’s just someone sort of offered to do it…and well I don’t know if it’s…gross or anything.”

Harry shrugged next to her, “Not really. It’s kind of nice with the right girl I guess.” Well that answered that question. She really needed to have a chat with the boy about what he’d been up to.

“It’s a little different I suppose,” Neville offered shyly. “When it’s someone that I really like, I like to make her feel good, you know?”

“Doesn’t it taste bad…or you know…smell bad?” she asked, flushing. After all she had a vagina and knew it wasn’t always roses and freshness down there.

“Not if she washes everyday,” Ron said with a shrug. “Maybe you have to be attracted to girls to like it, but I think the smell is kind of a turn on.” The other guys nodded, a bit shyly. “And the taste…well it’s kind of tart and musky, a little salty.”

“Does it taste like a guy’s…” she trailed off as brows rose.

“No,” Harry said with a small smile. “It’s different; tart, not bitter…it’s just different.” Seamus snorted in amusement across from him, blushing lightly, but agreeing with Harry softly.

“So…so if a guy wanted to do it to me, he probably likes to do it…right?” she asked staring at her mashed potatoes. “I mean he wouldn’t offer if he didn’t like it…right?”

“He wouldn’t offer,” Ron agreed. “I don’t really know any guys that would object even if you asked for it though. I mean pretty much any guy likes to make his partner feel good. There’s nothing quite as good as hearing someone screaming your name as they orgasm,” he said with a laugh. The other boys chuckled, some blushed, but agreed. “Besides after you go down on a girl, if you do a decent job of it, she’s all swollen and so wet it’s fucking awesome to slide into her.”

“Who offered,” Harry whispered as the other guys started to share whispered stories with each other.

“I think Draco did as we came in,” she said back so only Harry could hear. “He did this thing with a peach that should probably be outlawed in public,” she snickered.

“I didn’t know you were seeing Draco,” Harry whispered in surprise.

“I’m not,” she sighed softly. “Not really. We just had a moment this morning and he said he’d like to see me again over break. It’s just for fun really,” she said with a shrug.

Ron, who had been listening to them leaned over, “I’ve heard about him,” he whispered. “Be careful. He’s supposed to be really good and all, but he doesn’t settle down with anyone. Plus he’s still kind of a spoiled git. Watch yourself with him ‘Mione,” he advised. “Besides, if you’re just out for some fun,” he said with a grin, “You know where to find us. You know you can trust us.

She shoved him playfully and laughed. “We’ll see about that one. Thanks for the offer though.” He just threw her a wicked grin and dug back into his lunch with a shrug.