Lovers of Hermione

Authors Note: O.k. this is just a ONE-SHOT and SHORT STORY series. These will contain pairings of Hermione with who ever I feel like. If you want to make a suggestion, that’s cool, but I can’t promise that I will do one though. It would be best if you didn’t request Hermione/Ron pairing. I can’t stand Ron and refuse to write him with Hermione.

I will confess I have never read the Harry Potter books, but I have watched the movies.(I just don’t like reading anything other then fan fiction, and am extremely lazy.) So none of these will follow with any of those.

I will also confess that I am no writer. So if there are spelling mistakes or grammar errors, I apologize now. And while I’m open for constructive criticism, I will not tolerate flames. If you want to flame go right ahead. I will just IGNORE YOU.

Warning: These fics will contain EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, this is not meant for children. If you are not of 18 or older it is highly recommended that you exit this fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does and she is a hell of a lot richer then me, I assure you.


Teach Me

Hermione strolled through the halls determinedly. Her eyes shot down different corridors looking for a certain blonde haired git. Absently her mind wondered to the reasons she was looking for Malfoy.

This was her sixth year in Hogwarts. During her fifth year, Deatheaters had attacked the Ministry. The Golden Trio had marched determinedly into the crowd of Deatheaters and Aurors, then rather quickly rid the wizardry world of the Dark Lord. It had been a bit of a let down really. After all those years of fighting against Voldemort and his pets, it seemed only two easy to kill him. At first she had worried he had yet again excaped death, and would in a few years haunt them again. But Dumbledore had quickly assured them that this would not be happening. Throughout the years since Dumbledore had learned of the Horocuxs, he had been sending teams of Order members to retrieve the pieces of the Dark Lords soul, and destroying them as he got them.

For the first time in a long time, the Golden Trio was able to breath easy. Harry had been ecstatic, he was more than willing to explore his new found freedom. With Voldemort gone, there was no longer any need for him to stay with his despicable relatives. After the end of 5th year he packed his bags and moved in with Sirius.

Over the summer many things developed. Harry and Ginny decided to give a go, and started seeing each other exclusively. And after three years of pinning for Ron, he finally made a move. It was something she would never forget. As they sat on a hill, by his house, watching the sunset he suddenly reached over, and took her hand. When she turned to ask him what he wanted, she received her first kiss. It was simple and sweet at first, just a touching of lips. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open due to the shock of his sudden move. Apparently he thought she was trying to be more of a participant, because he quickly shoved his tongue literally down her throat.

After recovering from gagging on his tongue, wiping the slobber from her face, an embarrassed Ron asked her to be his girlfriend. Even though her first kiss wasn’t quite what she had imagined it to be, she agreed. By the end of the summer she had gotten use to taking a towel to her face after a snogging section with Ron. At first she thought it was because he didn’t have much experience with kissing, and he would improve with practice. Wrong. He didn’t seem to be catching on, and she just learned to deal with it.

One month after arriving to Hogwarts for their 6th year, Ron asked her to have sex with him. She had never given any thought to sex, or read upon the subject. She knew the basics of how it was done, but that was about it. And after listening to all the other girls talk about how great it was she figured it would be o.k. to try it. Of course she researched all she could on how to prevent pregnancy, but she figured she would let Ron guide her through the rest.

After agreeing to the act, Ron arranged it so they could have some privacy in the boys dorms, and they set out to make love. Hermione snorted. After ridding her of her clothes, and torn off his, he rather quickly shoved himself into her. There was no passion or fluttering of her stomach. Disregarding her request for him to stop, he thrust at a max of four times before he stiffened and groaned, then rolled off her, told her he loved her, and then went to sleep.

To say she was disappointed was an understatement. It wasn’t anything like everyone had made it out to be. She feared something was wrong with her. After some thought she decided she was just asexual, and left it at that. Every time Ron asked for sex, she would do it just to keep him happy. She loved him after all. A small part of her hoped it would get better. Unfortunately it didn’t, and she just added it to the list of things she put up with just to be with Ron.

On their fifth month anniversary, Hermione awoke with a smile. Their anniversary thankfully came on a Hogsmead weekend, and she hoped Ron would like everything she had planned for the day. After getting dressed and requesting some food from Dobby, she quietly snuck to the boys dorm in hopes of waking Ron and having breakfast in bed.

Imagine her surprise to find Lavander Brown bouncing up and down on her boyfriends cock, and moaning like a two bit whore. When Ron caught sight of her, he jumped up from the bed causing Lavander to crash into the floor. The sound was enough to wake the rest of the boys in the dorm. Most laughed. Harry, on the other hand, refused to meet her eyes. The guilt on his face was as clear as Ron’s. He had knew. Surprisingly his deception hurt worse than Ron’s. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, she began to question them. It hurt to find out that Ron had been cheating on her with Lavander since the start of the year. It hurt even worse to find that Harry had knew all along and didn’t tell her. Was he not her friend too?

For two weeks, she had not spoken to either of them. Ron tried time after time to get her forgiveness, only to be meet with venom filled words, or a well placed hex. Harry, wisely kept his distance, yet he still seem to send her a pitiful, wounded, puppy look every time he need help with his homework. The look was easy enough for her to ignore when she reminded herself the reason why she was not speaking to him.

For two weeks, she thought about herself and her relationship with Ron, and concluded that something was wrong with her. Obviously, Lavander enjoyed Ron a hell of a lot more then she had. Why didn’t she enjoy the sex? Quickly she concluded that she needed to talk to someone who knew a lot about sex. Her parents and teachers weren’t an option. It would be entirely to embarrassing trying to question them on the subject. The only other person she knew who had obtained such knowledge wasn’t someone she was comfortable discussing sex with. Before long she decided to swallow her pride and ask the slimy git Malfoy for advise.

As she turned a corner heading for the Great Hall, the dreaded voice of Draco Malfoy, and the giggling of girls meet her ears. Hermione stopped and watched him as he flirted with nearly every girl in the vicinity. He had grown quiet a bit over the summer. He was ruffly 5’9” with a slinder build. She could clearly see his muscles through his white shirt, and even she had to admit he was handsome. It was a damn shame, that the image was usually ruined when he opened his mouth, and turn ugly as sin. Hell, she wouldn’t mind dating him if someone stapled his mouth shut. She shook her head to clear her head, and squared her shoulders. Silently she said a prayer hoping against hope that he wouldn’t insult her right off the bat. She wasn’t felling particularly stable, and it would be unfortunate if she lost her temper, and didn’t get a chance to question him. Then again if he managed to piss her off enough, she might hex him, and then he would be force to listen to her if he was laid out in the hospital wing.

She disregarded these thoughts. It would be better if he was willing, then maybe he would be truthful. Steeling her nerves, she marched determinedly toward Malfoy. When she made it to him she loudly cleared her throat. Slowly he turned around, and quickly placed a cold sneer on his face when he caught sight of whole wished to speak to him.

“What do you want mud blood?” he sneered.

Hermione closed her eyes and took another deep breath in hopes of calming herself down. She had made it this far, she might as well finish what she started.

“I would like a word with you” she glanced at all the girls and Slytherns surrounding him, and quickly added “In private if you please.”

The look on his face was enough to tell her that the next thing out of his mouth would be both embarrassing and insulting. Deciding to defuse the situation a bit, she grabbed a firm hold on his robes, turned, and started to drag him forcefully down the hall.

Malfoy was a little surprised that such a small girl could be so strong and forceful. Throwing a look over his shoulder he found the rest of his friends looking as equally surprised. Dramatically rolling his eyes, he shrugged his shoulders, and decided to allow Granger to drag him to were ever she was going. He was very curious about what she could want. She had never skimped on her hatred for him. So he was a bit surprised that she seemed so determined to speak with him.

Suddenly, she stopped causing him to bump into her. She throw a glare at him over her shoulder then signaled for him to stand next to the wall. He patently waited and watched as she mumbled to herself then paced three times in front of the opposite wall. His eyes widened as a door suddenly appeared. Quickly, he masked his surprise and followed her into the room.

Right away he noticed that the room was very neutral. There was no house colors of any kind, instead everything was done in tones of wood that looked to be cedar. Two peach colored sofas sat facing each other with a solid wood coffee table between them. On the right side sat a roaring fireplace, and the left a couple of bookcases filled to the brink with books. In the middle of the coffee table sat a tea set and some snacks. As graceful as a Malfoy could be he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea and sat back looking at her expectantly. Hermione once again gathered her nerves, and sat opposite him.

“Surely you didn’t bring me here to ogle my sexy body Granger, so what is it that you want?”

Hermione rolled her eyes and prepared herself for what she wanted to ask.

“No, I did not bring you here for that. I would like to ask you about sex.” she stated rather bluntly.

Malfoy choked on his tea and quickly grabbed a napkin to clean himself up.

“What”

“Oh, you heard me you git. I will not repeat myself.”

After gathering his wits he sneered at her.

“Well then why exactly are you asking me about this?”

Hermione shifted in her seat nervously.

“Well, this isn’t something I wish to speak to about with a teacher, and you are the only one I know that is hailed for being a sex god. So you were the most logical choice to come to about this.”

Malfoy thought it over and decided to hear her out.

“Fine ask away.”

“Well you see its like this,” she paused shifting again. “I think that there might be something wrong with me. I don’t enjoy sex.” Pausing again she seemed to try to come up with the right words. “No that’s not exactly right. I rather loath sex. I find it to be painful, unfulfilling, and nothing at all like everyone makes it out to be.”

Malfoy was stunned. He had never met a girl that didn’t like sex. Hell, he didn’t think is was possible to not like sex. His eyes narrowed as he thought over what she said. Nodding his head to himself, he decided to take this very seriously. While he might not like the mud blood, it was his duty as a Malfoy to make sure every woman in his company enjoyed herself even if it wasn’t of a sexual nature.

“How many guys have you been with?”

“One”

“Who?”

“Does that really matter?” she managed to squeak out.

“Yes”

She sighed. “Ron”

Malfoy looked thoughtful. “Oh yes, I remember hearing something about your break up. If I remember correctly the Weasel came stomping into the quidditch pitch one evening loudly proclaim that you were a fridged bitch, and a cold fish in bed.”

Hermione flinched at his words, and seemed to sink into herself.

“Well I .. I suppose he is right in a way. I did just lay there most of the time. But if I tried to participate it just made it over quicker.”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow silently questioning her on her meaning.

“Ron usually lasted from 4-6 minutes before he finished. If I tried to participate it usually only last from 2-3 minutes long.”

Malfoy burst into laughter. “You counted how long it took?” he managed to get out.

Hermione squirmed. “Well I got bored.”

Malfoy continued to laugh much to Hermione’s displeasure. After a few deep breaths he composed himself.

“O.k. so describe what it was like.”

Hermione suddenly looked nervous. “Well, it hurt most of the time. I didn’t fell any excitement, or desire like everyone says there is. When it was over, my ..ah…” she blushed. “privates felt raw and it burned. It never seemed to get any better each time we had sex. If that is all sex is then I think I would be much happier never to have sex again.”

Malfoy was stunned and speechless. Never have sex again. He could not comprehend such a thing. Sex was glorious, and a great stress reliever. His favorite thing was to watch a woman come apart with an orgasm. It was like watching someone’s world shatter apart, then slowly piece back together. It also furthered his ego to know that they got to that state of bliss because of him. Many a time a ex-lover had come to him complaining that their present lover couldn’t perform as good as he had.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. The way she describe it, he could only guess the Weasel was too stupid to prepare her and get the juices flowing before he shoved it to her.

“Was there any fore-play?”

“Any what?”

“Fore-play! You know. Did he juggle your tits? Finger your pussy? Did you suck his dick? Did he eat you out?”

Malfoy barely kept himself from laughing at the sight of her beet red face.

“N..o… Ron said that only whore do those kinds of things.”

“WHAT?!?”

Granger stared at him with wide eyes. Taking a few breaths to calm himself he started to question her some more.

“What size is the Weasels dick?”

“How is that irrelevant? And How the Hell am I supposed to know anyway?”

“How can you not know Granger! Did you or did you not have sex with the Weasel multiple times? There’s no way you could not have seen it at least once!”

“Ron said it wasn’t proper to have sex with the lights on. We always did it in the pitch dark.”

“How the hell can you, who is supposed to be the smartest witch of our age, believe such tripe?”

“I never thought much about sex o.k. I had better things to research than tips on how to have sex.” She suddenly jumped up and started to pace. “So now that you have thoroughly embarrassed me with your questions, could you please tell me what is wrong with me.”

Malfoy chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Granger. Except for the fact that you were stupid enough to make the Weasel your first lover. In capable hands, you could very well be a wild cat in bed, or maybe a very sensual lover. The Weasel obviously needs some dire lessons on how to please a woman sexually.”

“So there’s nothing wrong with me?”

“Nope.”

“If that’s the truth why is it that Lavander seemed to be having a great time while she was screwing with my boyfriend?”

“Lavander Brown is a whore. I think she has damn near worked her way through most of the boys of our year and a few seventh years. I am more then willing to bet that Brown wasn’t enjoying it all that much. She was probably faking it.”

“But why would she fake it that don’t make sense.”

Wiping his nails on his shirt, Malfoy’s expression suddenly turned arrogant. “While a woman has never had a reason to fake it with me, I have heard that some woman, and even some men will fake an orgasm to please their lovers even if they are not enjoying it.”

“That doesn’t seem very logical. How will they improve if their heads are filled with false praise?”

“What you need to do is find someone who has enough experience to show you how to have good sex.”

“How can you tell if someone is good at sex or not? I not so keen on having sex with everyone in hopes of finding someone good enough.”

Malfoy smirked. What a wonderful opportunity that had just fallen into his lap. He couldn’t deny that having sex with Granger had crossed his mind a time or two. It wasn’t as if he had warm and fuzzy feeling for the mud blood. Heaven forbid, he wasn’t even interested in dating her. But the thought of fucking her was very exciting. She was something forbidden. He had doubted very seriously that he would never been able to fuck her willingly, and he wasn’t interested if she was not willing.

“There is no need for all that. I am more than willing to offer my services in teaching you the art of sex.”

“YOU!”

“Why yes. Am I not called the Slytherin Sex God for nothing you know. I have more then enough experience to teach you everything you wish to know about sex Granger.”

Hermione just stared at him stunned. He wanted to have sex with her. While she chose not to show it, she was rather flattered. Her expression turned thoughtful.

“Could you give me a few days to think about it?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes. So much for Gryfindor courage. “Fine, just don’t wait to long. The offer will not stand long.”

Before she could say anything else, Malfoy stood and walked out the door leaving her to her thoughts.

Sex with Malfoy huh? I will give this some serious thought.