Help Me Draco

Hermione spent the next morning in deep thought in the common room. Most of the castle had already left for breakfast and was about on the pitch of grounds. The common room was somewhat empty but the few students there gave Hermione no notice.



She had gone over and over in her head what happened last night with Draco. She admitted to Draco that she reacted to his touch and the sex they had was just amazing. She had to admit that she knew her and Ron wasn’t the man for her. She needed someone aggressive and to put it frankly, rough. Ron would have thought he was hurting her, but Draco knew instinctively what she needed.



Then why did she go to Ron? She kept saying to anyone who asked, including herself, that she trusted him, but trusted him in what way? She didn’t want to admit to mistakes but this one was big. She went to Ron because she knew she would have control over him. But control was something she needed to give up in order to have good sex. She knew that now and knew that she had treated Ron horribly. What kind of friend was she? She went to him because he was her friend but she had behaved as anything but.



“Are you alright?” She looked up to see Ron standing next to her chair.



“Yes, I’m fine. Are you heading out?” She asked.



“Yes, I’m meeting Pansy, but then I saw you. You rarely sit idly doing nothing.” He said easing into the chair next to her.



She grinned. “How are you and Pansy doing?”



“We’re great.” He said smiling.



Hermione’s smile went away. “I need to apologize to you Ron.”



“What for?” He asked.



“For going to you that first time.” She looked at him and saw his face. He was calm and giving her his attention. “I went to you for the wrong reasons, I know that now.”



“Alright then. Why did you come to me?” He wasn’t accusing her or even try to start an argument, he was just curious.



“I told you then that I trusted you, but I think it was because I knew you would do what I said. I knew I would have control. I knew if I said to stop anything you would have.” She said quietly.



“Hermione, I would have stopped so matter what. You would have always had control, I didn’t want it. I wanted to share something, and it was a different expectation then you had. It just seemed to me that you want it done, but you didn’t want to do it with me.” He said.



“I think you might be right. I wanted to lose my virginity but I didn’t want it to be because of a drunken mistake or a one night stand. I wanted to be able to say I agreed to it so I went to you.” A tear slipped down her cheek. “I know now that I used you and I’m sorry.”



“It’s alright.” He reached out and took her hand. “You didn’t intentionally use me.” He smiled. “I cant think of a more pleasurable was to be used.”



Hermione rolled her eyes as she wiped away her tear. “It wasn’t even that pleasurable for you.”



“Or you if you think about it.” He said.



“Is it better with Pansy?” She asked, not sure if she had the right.



“Yes it is.” He said with a smile. “We just naturally work together.” Hermione smiled at him. “How is it with Draco?”



Hermione blushed. “How did you know?”



“I’m not blind.’ He said with a laugh. “I see how you look at him and how he looks at you.”



“It’s good.” She told him. “Although I never would have thought it would be.”



“Hermione, there are some things that can never be explained or learned from a book. Sometimes nature and instinct are the best teachers. A partner who matches you can teach you plenty. Even if they don’t realize it.” He said. She never would have thought him capable of that kind of insight but then again, in the last year he had grown up considerable and now he was a man. A strong and mature man.



“Ron, when I came to you, why did you agree?” Her curiosity at his reasons suddenly seemed important.



“You’ll think I’m a git, but I wanted it.” He said.



“Not because of me?” She asked.



“You didn’t agree because of me?” She asked.



“You didn’t come to me for me.” He said. She smiled. “Listen, for whatever reason it happened, we learned from it, and now we move on.” He stood and leaned down kissing her cheek. She gave him a hug, thankful for the friend that he always was.









Hermione went through the book she had bought when she decided to go to Ron. She had bypassed several chapters and pages, dismissing them as unimportant. After Draco, however, she decided to review them with a new insight.



She had bypassed several pages in the section on positions because she had thought most of them filthy. Now she looked at him with a wand in hand, charming the drawings to look like her and Draco. Several of them were very sexy and while she could never imagine her and Ron engaging in them, she easily imagined Draco twisting her about like this.



She wondered if Draco thought of sex with her as well. She doubted it, he seemed more the upfront type of man who didn’t give in to fantasy. She would find out that she was wrong.







The next time they had classes together was two days later. As they separated into potions partners, Draco spoke. “I’ve been thinking about you. When are we going to spend more time together?” He asked, chopping.



“You want more?” She teased, grinding with a mortar and pestle.



“I want to spend time with you, if we have sex, fine but I will want to spend time with you.” He said, adding to the cauldron. “Is that so strange?”



“No.” She blushed.



“What have you been thinking of?” He asked, grinning and moving to the next step.



“Nothing.” She said avoiding his eyes.



“Liar.” He grinned. “What dreams have you conjured? Tell me.”



“Curious?” She grinned back.



“As to your fantasies? Very.” He told her.



“In fantasy?” She asked with a frown.



He leaned in and whispered. “There is nothing more healthy then two lovers engaging in fantasies with each other.” He focused on his ingredients again. “So come on, what’s at the top of the list?”



She blushed hard. “Its only a list of two things.” She whispered.



“What are they?” He asked in his own whisper.



Hermione couldn’t speak, she was too embarrassed. “I don’t know.”



“Hermione,” he leaned in again, “I’ve been inside you. I’ve tasted you, and I’ve heard you lose your mind. Who better to tell your fantasies to then the one that can make them come true.”



She grinned and looked at him. “Well, I went back to those books and found something I thought might be fun.” She admitted.



“So tell me.” He urged.



“Well, there was…..” She blushed to a near purple shade.



“Tell you what, write it down, or copy the page from the book and send it to me, that way you wont have to be embarrassed.” He offered.



“What if you don’t like it?” She asked.



“Then I will find a way to do it that will make us both happy.” He said.



Maybe he would. Maybe with him she could give in. “Alright. I’ll send something.”



Before lunch Hermione managed to make it to Gryffindor tower and copied a page from the book. Sealing a parchment she slipped it to Draco when they met for their next class.



During class when he had a moment, he read it then gave her a wink. She blushed again and continued with her lessons. Draco would make the next move.







a/n: sorry this one is so short, im building up for the next chapter