A Suitable Arrangement

Twelve: Seeking Advice

Hermione

Pansy Parkinson's office turned out to be located in a very fancy glass high rise in the middle of downtown London. Everything was polished and the witches and wizards who worked under Pansy were dressed very professionally, and looked like models. I instantly felt very out of place with my severe black clothes, and bustle rustling on the white marble floors of the building as my boot heels clicked as I walked.

I walked to the reception in the center of the foyer, and said to the friendly black secretary, "Yes, I have a noon appointment with Doctor Parkinson."

The black secretary tapped her overly long nail on to the guest book. "Just sign the guest book, Miss. Granger, and Doctor Parkinson will know you are here."

I did, and the lady collected it. She nodded to herself as if confirming something, and said, "Okay, ma'am. You can go up now, she's just done with her last appointment."

"Thank you," I replied.
"Yep. No problem."

I went to the elevator lifts, and punched in the up arrow. When the doors opened, I stepped in, and saw that Pansy had the second floor. I rode the lift up to her office, feeling nervous about just what I would say to such a vindictive bitch, and I had to remind myself that this was business and nothing else.

This is her job, Hermione. She does this for a living for crying out, give credit where credit is due. It's not like your fair weathered friends are going to give you sex advice. I kept that inner advice in mind as the doors finally opened again.

I stepped out, and rang the buzzer for her office. The door unlocked, and Pansy Parkinson was drinking coffee, and typing furiously on her laptop computer. She was dressed in a black designer power suit, her short bobbed black hair looking very chic against her pale skin.

"Please make yourself comfortable, Miss. Granger," Pansy said without looking up from her laptop. "I just have to type up the notes on my ten am. I'll be with you in a bit."

I sat on her black leather couch, my back completely straight. She shut her computer closed, and sagged in the chair, groaning. "Gods, telling chicks that their man needs a fucking viagra is a pain in the ass, let me tell you. Wow, you really did emulate Professor Snape in your get up. I like it, it oddly suits you, Granger. Now then, what is it you need from me, girl?"

She sat in a chair opposite from the couch, and she pulled out an iPad tablet, and crossed her legs.

I blushed at my lack of knowledge concerning what men liked sexually. "Well, I was taught to save myself for marriage, and I have," I began. "But now that it's going to happen next month, I realize that I have absolutely no clue how to please a man, and I have heard that my fiance is quite experienced."

Pansy took some notes, and nodded in understanding. "Well, yes, he is. But in your case, that won't be a hindrance. As I said in my letter, men are not complex down there. They have balls, a cock, and they are nothing but a bunch of nerves. Touch them right, and he will reward you with a night of pleasure."

My face flushed scarlet. "But I've never even um, touched a cock, let alone put one in my mouth or anything. It seems vulgar."

Pansy laughed. "Sorry. I'm sorry for laughing, but it's just so rare to encounter a truly innocent woman who has barely seen a naked man. Let me tell you that blowjobs, or fellatio, is not dirty. Okay, if he's not circumcised then it's kinda gross, but that's my preference. Let put it this way: he's your man, and your pussy will be the only one his cock is going into, alright? Whatever you two do sexually is an expression of your love for each other, and that includes blowjobs."

"But do all guys like it?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of it.

"Most do," Pansy replied. "Prudish ones don't. But let me tell you, Snape ain't no prude. No, I never fucked him, but my ex Draco got the low down based on what he did at Malfoy Manor, and boy, did he get trim left and right. So, you've got an experienced one, and I'm being totally honest here."

"So, what do I do for him on the wedding night?" I asked. "I'm clueless here."

Pansy sighed. "Just follow his lead. Do you love him?"

"Yes, completely."
"And he loves you?"
"Yes."
"Do you trust him?"
"Yes."

"Good. Then my advice is this: learn what he likes the first night. If you want to keep him away from witches like me: do not, I repeat, do not act like a prude in the bedroom. Be spontaneous with your man, men love that shit. Unless you are truly sick, stressed out, or on the rag, then be prepared to spread your legs for him. Dress sexy for him in private. You don't have to dress sleazy in public, and Snape ain't that type anyway to display his witch in public."

I understood what Pansy was saying, and thought that it was good advice. "Does...um, does losing your virginity hurt?" I asked.

Pansy nodded. "Yeah, but most guys have no clue how to stick it in gently. Experienced guys will make it memorable, but be sure to take your regeneration potions afterwards, because your crotch will be quite sore otherwise. Your muscles down there have to accomodate his cock, and keep in mind that not all chicks bleed down there. Every girl's hymen is different, so don't freak out if no blood comes out. Any more questions?"

"What do I do if he cheats?"
"Kick his ass to the curb."
"No second chances?"

Pansy sighed, and I swear that I saw a tear streak down her face. She wiped at her perfectly made up face absentmindedly. "Look, I've loved Draco for years. Our families set us up for marriage, and when we met, I thought I had met my Prince Charming...until puberty hit, that is, and we drifted apart. When we were fourteen, we were each other's firsts, thinking that we're going to get married anyway so what was the use of waiting? Anyway, that was a magical night for me, not so much for Draco."

She then glared at me, and I had a terrible feeling that I was about to know the real reason for her hatred of me, and it would not be what I thought. "After you stood up to him third year, he started fucking drawing you in his sketch books. He stared at you in classes with this lost puppy dog look in his eyes that tore at my heart, but when I called him out on his crush on you, he insisted that he could never 'love a mudblood.' He was lying, totally lying. So, guess what? You fucked up my chance to be with Draco Malfoy. Now, get out of my office, mudblood. Now, before I call security."

I got up, and scurried out of her office, but not before I heard Pansy Parkinson crying. As I rode the lift down, I was disturbed by her confession. I thought it was sad that she loved Draco Malfoy so desperately, but he never wanted her back. I apparated back to Hogwarts and ruminated on all that was said in her office. I was shocked that she hated me for so many years, because her boyfriend wanted a witch he could not have.

I decided to ask Draco about his side of the story, and see if he would tell me anything useful about what I learned in Pansy's office, because for all I knew, she could have been pouring poison into my ears just to get back at me, it would be a very Pansy thing to do, after all. But I had to know the truth, no matter what it took, because I had to know, I felt that that was important somehow to release all of this drama before I was to be married to the wizard of my dreams at long last...