Help Me Draco

Draco caught Pansy and Ron that evening as they were coming back from dinner. He loved how Pansy looked like her old self again, smiling all the time. She was still nervous around men thought but was easily seen with the first and second year boys. It would take time but she would be in complete control again.



“Weasley!” He called when he saw Pansy take off with Millicent. “Have you got a few minutes?”



“Sure.” The walked off and sat lazily on a bench, while in plain view of the corridor, they were away from any crowds.



“Did you know Pansy asked me to keep Hermione distracted?” He crooked his fingers in quotation signs on his last word.



Ron chuckled. “Yes, she did, but you don’t have to. I can handle Hermione.”



“I figured, but Pansy doesn’t want to deal with her, and besides, it looks like she could use some distraction anyway.” Ron could only nod. “Can I ask what happened with you and her?”



“I thought Pansy might have told you.” Ron said.



“She said I would find out soon enough, and I did, but now I want your side.” The blonde look at Ron with a seriousness he had seen only a few times.



“The I’m sure Hermione told you about us.” He only nodded, so Ron continued. “Well, it was during the end of sixth year. Hermione came to me and said she wanted her first time to be with someone she trusted. It seemed to be a good idea at the time so I agreed. I’m not stupid, I wasn’t about to saw no.” Draco grinned.



“When did it happen?” He asked.



“After the term ended, the day after we let the castle to be precise. She usually comes to the Burrow with me and Harry and then her parents pick her up from there. It was the night before she left. She had made all the plans, saying she would come to my room and with a silencing charm nobody would hear us.”



“When did things go downhill?” Draco asked, taking not of the fact that she had made the arrangements in Ron’s house.



“Almost immediately. I went to kiss her but she insisted we lay down first, then when I started for her clothes, she said she would do it because I might rip them, then she told me to take mine off. No offer of help, no romance, all things very precise.” He shook his head. “She told me where to touch and where not to touch. I was trying to explore and see everything but she had to have things a certain way. She nearly hit the roof when I tried to give her head.”



“She didn’t want it?” Draco asked, thinking it odd. Most women anticipated something like that or complained that they didn’t get enough.



“Well, Hermione as we all know has always been different. She said it was disgusting and men do that with slags and whores, and she wouldn’t be treated like one. I can understand feelings but when I tried to continue she kept saying she didn’t like this or that. I asked her why she was so unwilling to try anything, and she could only tell me that every book she read said it was healthy to speak to your partner about what you want or don’t want.” Ron said, rolling his eyes.



“She read books about it?” Draco asked rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.



“Yes she did. Not only your typical muggle books, but also romance novels and those according to Pansy are about emotions and feelings and rarely do writers mention oral sex, only the daring ones.” Ron informed him. “She had in her head, this mental list of what was acceptable and what wasn’t, what she was supposed to feel during this act or that.”



“Why did you keep at it then?” He asked.



“It was already too far along to stop. If I stopped, it would have caused an argument. Besides she asked me for it, so why not give it to her right? Well, even when it came to sex, it was easier said then done. She told me just to do it and hurry up.”



“How romantic.” Draco said sarcastically.



“That’s how it was unfortunately. She was so demanding the whole time, refusing me this or that, and because she wasn’t willing to let go and enjoy herself, she wasn’t wet enough. I had to spit on my cock to make sure I was even able to slid inside her. She must have thought it wouldn’t be as painful as it was, but then again she had chosen me not because she wanted it, but because I was safe. I wasn’t about to argue with her, or hurt her feelings, so I just kept going until I came. That took longer then she thought also, because she complained about me taking too long. I was too tired of her attitude but this point so when I was done I merely let my body fall and pretended to fall sleep.”



“That couldn’t have made her happy.” Draco assumed.



“I know it makes me a git, but was trying to avoid her telling me not to hold her or cuddle her so I just laid on my side while she called me filthy names. She left after a few minutes. We ended up avoiding each other the next day, since she was leaving anyway. When we met up with her parents, she spoke to me briefly, saying that it would be better if we just forgot it had happened. I agreed and decided to walk home. I ran into Pansy in the forest and you know the rest of the summer from that point.”



“So she just forgot?” He asked.



“I thought she did, that is until me and Pansy started to get close, then all of a sudden she starts thinking she needs to let Pansy know how I am.” He let out a small laugh. “Pansy is different, but I doubt Hermione will understand why.”



“So she told Pansy that you weren’t any good?” Draco asked.



“Yes, but Pansy didn’t pay attention to what she said. Hermione had told her at one point that she should talk to women, because women would understand her more then men would.” Ron offered.



“I heard something along those lines from Pansy. I didn’t bother with it.” Draco said. “Pansy knows what she needs and wants.”



“I told her as much, but Hermione will think what she thinks. I don’t as much about that, so long as she leaves Pansy alone.” Ron said. “Have you spoken to her?”



“Hermione? Yes, she feels cheated.” He said.



“Cheated? Why would she feel cheated?” Ron asked confused.



“You made her first time horrible and it was your job to make it good.” He said.



“Oh, so that’s why.” Ron rolled his eyes again. He found himself doing that a lot lately. “Well, she should have given me a little room to maneuver if she wanted a good experience. I didn’t exactly enjoy her commands.” Ron looked over at Draco. “Are you planning on fucking her?”



“That’s what I asked Pansy, she didn’t seem to care if I did.” Draco said with another laugh. “Besides, it seems to me that she needs a good fucking doesn’t she?” He rubbed his hands together and left as Ron laughed.







The next day the Slytherins and Gryffindors had three classes together, giving Draco ample opportunity to watch Hermione closely. He knew that Pansy and Ron would not relax their behavior and they shouldn’t have to. Pansy was healing wonderfully and she didn’t need Hermione interfering.



Hermione though was sinking into her own depression. She watched as Ron held Pansy’s hand between classes, how they sat together if they could, and talked at every spare moment. She seemed to be resentful, but given what she had told him, he knew that it was Ron’s open displays of affection that caused her to feel this way.



This still confused Draco. She didn’t want a relationship according, so she went to her friend and when they were intimate, she did nothing but complain about it. Her refusing to allow the experience to be something beautiful was her own fault, but still she blamed Ron. She was trusting him enough to let him fuck her, why not trust him enough to show her what he could do.



He knew Ron had the talent to make it good. Pansy had only this faraway look of bliss when he asked her how it was. Hermione could have had that look, but she didn’t. In typical Granger fashion, she had turned it into an assignment. She had researched it and studied it and came up with an idea of the ‘right’ way. It took two people to make sex good, but she didn’t consider that.



Well, Draco thought, it was time she did.