Why Draco Should Not Be Using Tampons

Day
five: Thursday

 

“Hermione, can we talk for a
moment? In private?”

‘No’ Draco thought annoyedly as
he turned around and saw the Weaslette approaching him in the Gryffindor common
room.

“Where do you want to go?” he
asked, trying not to sound to troubled.

“Lets go upstairs,” she said.

For a moment there, Draco was
worried the stairway to the female dorms was going to go slippery slide on him
since boys aren’t allowed up there. But off course, since he was a girl now,
that didn’t happen. When he first entered the room he noted that it was quite
different from his old shared dorm, but he figured that it was because he
currently found himself located in a tower and not because he was in a girls’
dorm.

He watched the Weaslette -“Damn,
what’s really her name!?”- as she sat herself down on a bed, which he
guessed was hers, so he walked over and sat on the bed across from her.

“I thought you wanted to talk?”
he said bluntly.

“I do. I just...”

“So? What is it?”. He really
didn’t want to draw this out any longer than it should.

“I slept with Dean,” the girl
blurted out.

O god, it’s one
of *those* talks.

“Dean Thomas?” Draco asked.

“Yes off course Dean Thomas. What
do you think? That I have a whole stack of Deans hidden in my closet?”

Draco frowned.

“I thought you were together with
Potter.”

“Harry? Stop kidding around
Hermione, you know very well that he’s going steady with Luna.”

Now Draco was totally confused.

“Luna?”

“Lovegood. Honestly ‘Mione, are
you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Draco said, trying to
recover from his momentary laps. “You said you wanted to talk.”

“Yeah” she said while fidgeting
with her nails. “I just want... need to talk to you about this.”

And from the way she said it,
Draco just knew that this girl had just lost her virginity. He needed to get
himself into girl-talk mode. Something that is not that easy considering he’s a
guy.

“So... how was it?” he asked,
that being the first question popping into mind.

“It was... I don’t know,” she
said with a sigh and then leaned closer and dropped her voice a bit. “I don’t
think we did it right”.

“What do you mean by that?” Draco
asked, now being quite curious himself. There’s a wrong way to do it?

“Well, it was rather brief,” she
said. “And even so it wasn’t very pleasant. Not for me anyway, but he seemed to
enjoy himself though. I don’t know. Do you think there’s something wrong with
me?”

Draco pondered for a second.

“Did he prepare you
sufficiently?”

“Prepare me?” she asked with a
frown.

“Yes, were you lubricated
enough?”

“I don’t know,” she answered with
a blush. “It was rather spontaneous and we got to it really quickly.”

Draco rolled his eyes, thinking
that Gryffindors were stupid amateurs.

“Are you planning on doing it
again soon?” he asked her offhandedly.

“I don’t know,” she said
hesitantly. “Whoever said that losing your virginity only gives ‘a little
sting’ should be put against a wall and be shot. It fucking bloody hurts! I
don’t think I can do it again.”

“It will get better in time you
know. And besides; not all men are as clumsy as he is. But if you’re dead set
on Dean you should really tell him what you want. It’s a female’s right you
know, since men are practically guaranteed an orgasm.”

“Life’s not fair, is it?” she
noted with a slight smile.

“Not really” Draco shrugged. “But
you... we, can get multiple orgasms. So we come back with a vengeance.”

At this the Weaslette finally
cracked a smile. Draco was better at this girl-talk thing that he thought.

“When he proposes on doing it
again,” Draco said, “and he probably will, just tell him that if he’s not
willing to put in some work, he’s not getting any.”

“Work?”

“Foreplay” Draco said. “And if
the bonehead can’t find his way to your clitoris draw him a map for all I care
and mark it with an ‘X’.”

At this the redhead truly
laughed.

“How do you know all these
things?” she asked.

“Err... books” Draco said.

“Figures,” she said with a smirk.

She got up from her bed,
seemingly done talking so Draco did the same.

“Let me tell you Hermione, when
you decide on sleeping with someone do it with someone who has some experience
already.”

“Er, alright,” Draco said, not
really knowing how to respond to this.

“You know,” Ginny said
suggestively. “Your bedroom is in very close proximity of someone who perfectly
fits that description. They don’t call him the ‘walking talking orgasm’ for
nothing.”

“They call m... him what?”

Draco was rather taken aback by
this. ‘Walking talking orgasm’? Really? Sure, his motto was; ‘if you do
something, do it right’. But his,... well;... hello!

Girls really do talk about everything.

Good thing that he was apparently
on their good side.

“I’m serious!” she continued as
they made their way out of the dormitory. “You can’t deny that he really has
grown up to be bloody handsome, even though his personality is absolutely
wretched. Just stuff a sock in his mouth so he’ll shut up and he’d be fine.”

...

Or not.

*

“So Draco, do you know already
when you’ll be getting it?” Crabbe asked Hermione as they were sitting in the
Slytherin common room doing their homework. Or more so him copying from
Hermione’s parchment. She only hoped Crabbe was smart enough not to copy
Draco’s name in the process, but she wasn’t counting on it. Or was it Goyle?
She kept forgetting.

“Getting what?” she asked.

“You know; the mark.”

“The ma-?”

The Dark Mark,
Hermione realised. Malfoy was going to get the mark and become a Death Eater.
Off course. Even though she had gotten to know him better over the last few
days (in a rather personal way) and for the first time actually began to see
him as a human instead of a spawn of Hell; he still was on the opposite side.
He still sided with Voldemort.

She made a strong mental note
never to disregard that again.

“Er, I don’t know yet” she
answered. “You?”

“During Christmas break,” he
answered with a sigh. “Goyle too. You still haven’t come up with anything to
get us all out of it do you?”

Wheels were turning in Hermione’s
head. Out of it? So Malfoy wasn’t all that keen on serving Voldemort?

That’s new.

And interesting.

*

“So, anything new on my front
today?” Hermione asked as she and Malfoy had gotten together in their common
room to exchange information.

“Not much,” Draco said while was
flipping through his edition the Daily Prophet. “Oh wait. Yeah, the Weaslette
lost her virginity.”

“Ginny?” Hermione asked in
surprise.

“Ginny!” Draco exclaimed. The
girl’s name had been on the tip of his tongue all day. “Thank you!”

“What did she say to you?”
Hermione asked.

“Well, lets just say that she
didn’t enjoy it very much.”

“Oh, poor Gin,” Hermione sighed.
“And it’s another two days before I can talk to her.”

“Don’t fret on it,” Draco said.
“I already did.”

“I can only imagine what you said
to the poor girl,” Hermione said accusingly.

“Don’t underestimate me Granger,
my advise would sure be better than yours,” he said. “Anything new on my
front?”

“Not really. Oh wait. Yeah,
Crabbe asked if you’ve come up with anything yet to get out of taking the Dark
Mark. But other than that, nothing new,” Hermione said mock-casually.

“Don’t!” Draco said warningly as
he kept his gaze on his Daily Prophet.

“Don’t what?” Hermione asked
innocently. “I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you were going to!”
Draco said. “It’s what you do... meddling into things. This is my business and
I don’t have to share it with you.”

“Fine!” Hermione said.

“Fine” Draco echoed.

-Silence-

“But if you just went to
Dumbledore with this-“

“What did I just tell you
Granger?” Draco yelled. “Leave me alone!”

“But what if you can’t stop it?”
Hermione yelled in return. “What if you still get the mark, even if you don’t
want it?”

“Then that’s my fucking
problem!” Draco bellowed as he got up from his seat and marched to his
room.

Hermione flinched as he slammed
the door shut so loudly she was surprised that it didn’t fly out of its hinges.
She realised she had hit quite a nerve in Malfoy.

The most logical thing for a
person to do was to leave the nerve alone.

But Hermione was never all that
logical, now was she?

 

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End of day five