Help Me Draco

Hermione spent that evening over dinner deep in thought. She knew Malfoy was watching her, she could feel it, but she was too distracted. She hadn’t been prepared for what he did and it unnerved her. She liked to be prepared for everything.



Her friends tried to draw her into conversation, but she wasn’t much for talking. Eventually they just left her to her meal. When she finished she hurried up to her dorm to be alone. She had to admit though, she had the most restful sleep she had in weeks.





It was Sunday the next day and she usually relaxed, reading under a tree on the grounds. She dug through her trunk for a book she had yet to read. It was titled ‘Sex and the Psyche’. When she approached Ron, she had done so after reading several books. However since she was proposing a physical situation as apposed to a mental connection since they were already friends, she didn’t think it was necessary to read this book. Now, with what Draco had said and done, she thought it might be wise.



Under her tree she read all morning, absorbing everything. She now realized that she should have read this one first. Maybe she hadn’t been ready for sex. She went to Ron because she was tired of being a virgin but it was more then that. She went to Ron because she wanted to be the one in charge of what happened to her.



She didn’t want her first time to just happen as a result of some random circumstances. She didn’t want to have to admit to herself that she got drunk and ended up with a stranger, or she slept with someone to get back at someone else. She wanted to make sure it went right, and it was because she had made the decision. So she took control, just like the book suggested a woman like her always did.



“Interesting book?” She gasped and looked over her shoulder, pulling the book to her chest.



“Don’t sneak up on me Malfoy.” She said.



“You called me Draco, yesterday. Can’t you continue?” He asked sitting next to her.



“What do you want?” She asked.



“What are you reading?” He asked and pulled the book into view. “Ah….research.” He moved closer and looked down at the page and read. “ ‘Gentleman find showing affection easier then talking about emotions, which is why most men will not admit to thoughts unless with a partner they trust.’ That’s true you know, look at Ron.”



“What does that mean?” She asked.



“Did he talk with you?” Draco asked. Hermione stared off into space thinking.



“No, he didn’t.” She admitted. “I had to tell him what to do.”



“The blind leading the blind.” He chuckled. “How can you tell him what to do when you were a virgin also?”



“I read enough about it.” She said.



“Then why read this one again?” He asked. She fell silent again. “You didn’t read this one did you? Why not?”



“It was just physical. We were friends, so I didn’t need to know about bonds and connections. It was just sex.” She explained.



“And now you know otherwise don’t you?” He asked, tapping the book with his finger. “It’s never just sex, unless you are a prostitute, then it’s business. There is always a connection of some kind.”



“Are you saying we have a connection? How? We hated each other up until recently.”



“Up until recently being the important phrase. We have grown up since then and matured. We don’t hate each other anymore. And yes, we have a connection, a physical one first, but there is something there.” Draco moved closer and stretched out his legs alongside hers. “Look here, ‘Women in control of all aspects of home life and career usually find a partner who is more dominant then themselves to be an excitement’, that fits you perfectly. You need someone strong like youself, not someone you can walk all over.”



“I didn’t walk all over Ron.” She said.



“Did he try to eat your pussy?” He asked seductively.



She blushed as his words but answered him. “Yes, he tried to give me oral but I told him no.”



“And he just stopped without a fight. Bet your sorry now.” He laughed at her expression. “You loved it, and if you had let Ron do it, who knows, it may have been great for you two, but you didn’t trust him enough to overcome daft ideas.”



“Daft ideas?” She asked.



“Yes. Daft. This insane idea that only whores and sluts let men do that. Men don’t even consider doing that with sluts and whores, they don’t know how many men have been in there. I know you have only been with Ron, I know you aren’t filthy. Ron knew the same thing, that’s why he wanted to do it. He was showing you the ultimate trust by wanting to give you that, but you didn’t return his trust.”



“I trust Ron.” She said, but she wasn’t even convincing to herself.



“You trust him with secrets, and you trust him to fight along you and be there when there isn’t anyone, and most likely he will still be that trustworthy for you. Sex is different though, you need to feel something for your partner, and friendship isn’t enough most of the time.”



Hermione thought about it and had to agree. For her and Ron, friendship hadn’t been enough. That still didn’t explain why Draco made her feel things Ron didn’t. She looked back at him and then down at her book, and turned a page. It was titled ‘Physical Attraction versus Mental Attraction’.



“Read.” He told her. She looked over at him. “Read the first column.” He said, then waited.



She cleared her throat and read the text from the first column. “Physical attraction manifests in the following ways, although not all are present, some are very discernible. Attraction to the eyes, facial features and appearance. Appreciation of hygiene, scent, cologne preference. Attraction to a specific features, such as an affinity for blondes, or tall men. Attractions to traits such as glasses, slight frame of husky build. Attraction to the body and reactions it produces in ones one body.”



Draco took the book and read from the second column. “Mental attraction develops on its own after outside factors contribute. A newfound appreciation for certain behaviors, gentlemanly traits or chivalrous acts. An attraction to the same things, hobbies, interests, and professions. A shared interest in certain places and adventures. An attraction to a good deed or act of kindness will often cause one to look at a person differently then before.”



“Now that we have read, do you have a point Professor?” She asked.



“Work with me here, alright.” He grinned. “Put Weasley into the first category. Physical attraction. Did any of those listed apply.”



“Ron is very…..” She started.



“You didn’t even look at the book. Start at the first item. His appearance. Were you attracted to his face at all?” He asked.



“Ron is handsome enough on his own.” She said.



“But not what you dream about ?” He ventured.



“No. I’ve never see him like that.’ She admitted.



“What about his hygiene, scent or cologne?” He asked reading from the page.



“He is very particular about being clean, but most of the boys in Gryffindor are, and he doesn’t really wear cologne.” She said.



“Alright then. Specific features. That ginger hair of his perhaps?” He teased.



She let herself giggle. “Ron’s hair is nice enough, but I don’t put much stock into hair color alone, at least not enough for sex.”



“Fair enough. Well then what about specific features. Millicent likes Neville Longbottom because his ears stick out a little and she thinks it’s cute.” Hermione looked over at him with raised eyebrows. “Don’t tell anyone though. What about Ron, anything like that?”



“Well, I like that he is tall, but a lot of men are tall. Other then that no, nothing really.” She said.



“Well, that leaves the last one then. Does looking at him make you want him?” He asked. “Don’t think about what you already did with him. Think about how it was when you were thinking about approaching him. Was it a factor in that decision.”



“No.” She said outright. “It wasn’t.”



“That leaves the next section then. Mental attraction. Behaviors?” He asked.



“Ron has always been a gentleman to ladies, but I wouldn’t call him chivalrous. But no, I wasn’t thinking of that.” She said.



“Same hobbies, or interests?” He continued.



“No.” She said with a shrug.



“What about adventures. You always have that don’t you? Breaking rules, sneaking out all the time?” He asked.



“So do me and Harry but I didn’t ask him.” She said.



“True. A good deed or act of kindness?” He asked. Hermione fell quiet and Draco knew she was thinking about his actions with Pansy.



“Not then.” Was all she said.



Draco closed the book and put it aside. “Then why chose Ron?”



“I trusted him.” She said. “I knew….I knew……”



“You knew he would do what you said.” Draco finished.



“I guess I did. I knew if I told him to stop he would.” She said, looking off into the sky.



“Then why didn’t you stop when it wasn’t going the way you planned?” He asked, curious.



“I started it, I may as well have finished it.” She reasoned.



“Now you know what it was that made the experience bad.” He said. “You should have just called it off and told him it wasn’t going to work. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it. Chances are he would have agreed.”



“I always finish what I start.” She said firmly.



“He isn’t a project, and I bet if you ask he would say his feelings were hurt by it.” Draco said firmly. He actually knew it was a fact because he had already had a talk with Ron, but now Hermione needed to know.



She looked over at him. “Then what’s your reason? Why go after me?”



“I think you have a few traits from both columns.” He told her. “But I think its because of my own example at home. My father is a man’s man and he makes it obvious that he is the man in the family. My mother on the other hand would never chose a weak man, she is a strong woman who needs a strong man. I think I need a woman who is not spineless, who won’t cry at every moment, who is strong, like her.”



“And you have decided that I’m the one?” She asked.



“You know, you just might be.” He said looking at her.



Hermione thought about her encounter with Draco. He had tied her up and she had enjoyed it, but she didn’t think that made her a masochist. She would have enjoyed it much better if she had been freed, but she wasn’t about to ask his reasons. She did enjoy it in the end and he had made sure she wasn’t hurt in any way. Maybe she was afraid to admit to want him like her body told her? Maybe he saw that and gave her a way to enjoy it until she was ready to admit it?



Draco sat there next to her, watching her think. He could practically hear the gears in her head turning. He knew she enjoyed what he did, and he knew she was thinking about it. He leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss on her cheek. Then he rose and left.





Hermione had rounds a few days later. She had thought over that time of what she had learned. Maybe Draco was the partner for her. Maybe he was the one who could do what Ron could not. Maybe he was the one she should be with. She went to Ron because she trusted him, but maybe it wasn’t enough.



She had thought to feel excitement with Ron, but she didn’t. She felt it with Draco. As she walked slowly through her assigned halls, she thought about him. She had been thinking about him a lot lately, and it confused her. She didn’t trust Draco, so why did her body want to give in as much as it did.



When he had tied her down and she was in the midst of her orgasm, a part of her wanted him to fuck her, and fuck her hard and fast. She had always fantasized about slow romantic love making, but with Draco her fantasies too on a new genre, and she couldn’t explain it.



She stopped at the end of a hall. Not just any hall. It was THE hall. The one with the closet that Draco had first dragged her into. He was standing in front of it now, holding the door open and watching her. No kidnappings, and snatching in an empty corridor. He was inviting her in this time. It was her choice.



She told herself over and over to walk away and finished her rounds, but her feel wouldn’t listen and they walked toward him. She was still arguing with herself as she moved closer and closer, her eyes locked with his even as she moved into the closet.



He closed and sealed the door, putting up a silencing charm, then faced her. Without saying a word, or pulling his eyes from hers, he unfastened his belt, and jeans. “What are you doing?” She asked, then her eyes widened as he thrust a hand into his jeans. “I don’t want…..”



“I…..am…..not…..going……to…..fuck…..you.” He said firmly.



She calmed down, then swallowed as she watched his hand moving slowly inside his jeans. “Come here Granger.” He told her. When she looked up into his eyes he spoke again. “I won’t do anything to you today, I promise.”



She moved closer, to the side that had a free arm and slid into his hold. His arm pit around her waist as his hand kept moving. She didn’t know why she did it, but she lifted her hand up to his shoulder, and leaned into him. He noticed it, and hugged her closer. “You know what I’m doing don’t you?’ He asked, leaning in closer to her, while pulling her closer to him.



“Why are you doing it?” She asked.



“I do it thinking about you at night. I’ve done it ever since you came all over my face.” Her blush made him harder. “I’ve been doing it, thinking of that night. Thinking of the noise you made, the way your taste, how much I wanted to fuck you right then and there.”



His words brought a flush to her whole face, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from his arm, moving frantically in his jeans. The waistband of his boxers was covers his wrist and she ached to pull them away to look at him. All she had to do was pull the fabric away slightly……. “What does that hand want to do?” He asked.



Blinking she realized her free hand had wondered from her waist up to her chest and the fingers were opening and closing as she was thinking. She raised her fingers to lace with her other hands, trying to make herself behave.



“Go on. Do whatever you were thinking.” He told her. “This will be much better if you participate.”



“How do you know what I was thinking?” She whispered, still watching his hand move.



“I don’t, but if its something you want to do to me, then do it.” He whispered back.



Summoning her courage, she lowered her hand and reached for the waistband of his shorts. His hand had slowed somewhat, but still moved enticingly. She pulled the fabric out and then down, freeing his hand to voice and she sucked in a breath.



She had looked at Ron only once when he took his clothes off and had thought he was large, but now seeing Draco, she knew Ron was only half erect. Draco was fully erect and from the looks of it, close to cumming. He was pulsing and Draco’s hand was fisted around his flesh sliding up and down, his thumb rolling over the head at each upward pass. A film of clear fluid was coating the head and it gave a shine that Hermione could clearly see.



Draco was watching her, turned on even more by her reaction. Her look made him feel even more manly because he knew he was attractive in her eyes. He could see it. And every man wants to be attractive to women.



He was going to cum and he wanted her to see it happen. “Put your hand over mine.” He told her, laboring to breathe.



She lowered reached out with her fingers and covered his hand, feeling the digits move and listening to Draco groaning in her ear. It was the sexiest thing she had ever heard. The sounds came from low in his throat and as she kept her hand on his she looked over at his face. His eyes were closed and his head rolled back. His brow was furled and his teethe clenched.



She didn’t know what possessed her but she whispered the words in his ear before she could think about them. “Look at me Draco.”



She barely heard them but he did and his head snapped into position, his eyes focused on her and his hand worked faster. She could tell that his grip had tightened, and his eyes bore into her like a madman. Hermione was driven and before she knew what she was doing, she leaned in and took his lips in a kiss that brought a rumble from his throat. Her fingers tightened on his and together they stroked him harder and faster.



Hermione felt her own fluids begin to flow as Draco’s whole body tensed up. She felt his arm crushing her waist in its grip but it turned her on in it’s fierceness.



She let her hand slip off his, and she covered her head with her fingers. Draco growled out and his body shook. She felt a splash of wetness in her hand, then a second blast, then a third. It was warm, thick, and creamy in texture. She swallowed Draco’s noises into her mouth and his kiss relaxed.



When she slowly pulled away, she could help but smile as the normally controlled face if his took on a look of pure bliss. His head rolled back again and he took several deep breathes before looking at her. They held eyes for several moments before she felt him softening in her hand.



They both looked down and she turned her hand. Her palm and fingers were coated in his cum. She closed her fingers, feeling the texture and warmth. After a moment she looked at Draco, unsure of what to do. He still had an arm around her and she didn’t want to leave his embrace.



He pulled out his want and cleaned up her hand and what had spilled on him, then he adjusted himself back into his jeans and zipped himself up. With her help, he had his belt fastened and then focused his attention back on Hermione.



She moved from beside him to stand face to face. Her legs fit snugly between his where he had been leaning on a pile of boxes. She slipped her arms around his neck and he wrapped both of his around her waist.



They shared on a slow snog session, this time Hermione let herself enjoy it. She touched him where she wanted to, caressed his hair, his arms and shoulders, even tasting his neck, enjoying his moans. He was good for her ego as well.



It was some time before they left the little closet, each with a pair of swollen lips and happy expressions as they went their own ways.