The Price of Knowledge

The Price of Knowledge

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Chapter One


I can’t do it anymore.

It’s not easy for me to admit defeat, but I have no choice – I’m falling asleep between the chapters of the Advanced Transfiguration textbook and my fingers are caked with ink from my quill drooping. It’s well after midnight and it’s too warm in the library to not fall asleep within ten minutes.

I wanted to go on, read another chapter over again for the twenty-seventh time, but I know that I am not going to remember any of it by morning. And the very last thing I want is it have Madam Pince find me sleeping with a book as my pillow in the library again.

Too tired to move quickly, I start to gather my things and head for the dorms. Thankfully being Head Girl means no curfew – but I’m sure Filch would give me trouble if he caught me out this late.

I hear a noise. Maybe I didn’t, my sleep-ridden mind is playing tricks on me. I look around and the library is not the warm and fuzzy place I love – it’s filled with shadows and darkness and the unknown.

I leave my books behind as I stalk closer to the door, my wand ready – then I hear it again.

I am not alone.

Not wanting to be caught, I quickly cast a Nox and hide in the shadows of the shelves. Please, I plead in my mind, just go away. I am too tired to fight.

I see a shadow approach, and it lights a candle. It’s Draco Malfoy, arrogant prat extraordinaire, and he looks fit to be tied. His face is red and he is sweating. What is wrong with him, I wonder.

He keeps muttering under his breath and tried to calm down, but he’s pacing like a tiger in a cage. He keeps taking deep breaths, but is cursing when they don’t help. He looks frustrated and edgy, like Ron after a Quidditch match loss.

Now he shouldn’t be here, and should I dare step out of the shadows, I could deduct points for being out past curfew – but in his state I would probably end up hexed into the hospital wing or worse. Better to let sleeping dragons lie, so I stay in the shadows, trying to recall what I was studying to pass the time.

Then Draco does something I don’t expect. He curses loudly and begins to tear open his pants. He wraps his hands around himself and I can see that he has an erection. I have never seen one before – and am shocked. It’s so purple and vein-y and I can’t believe it could ever fit in any girl, let alone the apparent number of girls he has been linked too.

I don’t know what to do. Draco Malfoy is masturbating in front of me.

Something inside me says look away, do something, anything – but another part of me is compelled to watch. So compelled I can’t look away anymore and am transfixed by the sight of him stroking himself vigorously in my unannounced presence.

He’s leaning against the table I was studying on, one hand gripped tightly around his…penis, the other now fondling his balls. He is gasping, swearing still.

I have never seen anything like it, and my insides feel strange. It’s like nothing I have ever seen before…and I think I like it.

He is groaning loudly now, jerking his hand almost violently fast now.

It’s so strangely arousing, so much like the feelings I have read about, I don’t know what to do. I feel strange and suddenly so hot it’s like I’m on fire. I am a virgin; I never knew anything other than the basics about sex, didn’t want to, and now I was getting turned on by playing voyeur as Malfoy masturbates.

Am I a pervert?

My panties are getting wet, like it I started my period, but I know that is weeks away. I reach down and find the sensation of my cold fingers down there startling…but good, very good. It’s warm and wet there and feels good, better than chocolate tastes. There is so much thrill in it, thrill of the unknown, thrill of being caught, thrill of being in a large public library late at night – somewhere I am not supposed to be.

I almost gasp as my fingertips brush something sensitive. I retrace my movements and find a small nub that sends shivers down my spine every time I touch it. I start to touch it again and again, feeling the wetness course through my fingers and the pleasure shoot through my nerves.

Draco moans loudly and slumps forward, his purple-y…cock is jerking on its own, spilling white fluid onto his pants and his hands and the floor. His face contorts during this, then relaxes. He is breathing heavy and still sweating, but a look of pure pleasure washes over him and I know it must feel like this tenfold.

Suddenly, I feel hot lava run through my body from that spot in between my legs. The sharp sensations run through me and I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from crying out. My body feels like it is singing, singing for joy, but I have never felt joy like this before.

Draco mutters a cleansing charm over the mess, fastens up his trousers and walks out, taking the candle with him.

As I stand alone in the dark, my hand still in my knickers, I think resolutely: I must find out more.



Tbc…

Please read and review! Thank you, Michelle for going over it for me.