Sex Lessons From Draco Malfoy (Dramione)

Chapter 6*

Song(s) for the chapter:

1. never forget you~ Zara Larsson.

2. I think I'm in love~ Kat dahlia.

Draco POV:

The instant I pushed Hermione out of the room, I regretted it. I itched to have my arms around her once more, to have my lips on hers, to feel her heartbeat quicken against my chest.

I wanted to run out into the corridor, witnesses be damned, and kiss her so passionately she would melt. To carry her back into the secret room and begin our lessons in full. To do anything but sit here without her.

But I did none of those things. Instead, as if in a trance, I entered the bedroom and opened the dark oak door into the adjacent washroom.

I splashed some cold water on my warm face and looked into the mirror, my hands clutching the sides of the basin.

My platinum blonde hair was disheveled, and my cheeks were flushed a brilliant pink. My gray eyes, normally calm, were a swirling storm of silver hues.

"What the hell Draco?" I sighed to myself.

I had been with dozens of girls, in far more intimate ways, but none had ever affected me this way. Nothing compared to the way that Hermione's touch made my heart race.

I sighed once again and flopped backward onto the bed. "What the hell Draco?" What was I going to do? Hermione's heart belonged to someone else, her loyalties lied with Potter and the weasel, and don't even get me started on my family. Wait wait. Why would my family matter?

These lessons were supposed to be fun for me, a mere game, but that all changed after that tender kiss.

Oh that kiss.

I was supposed to pull back teasingly, make fun of her inexperience, compare myself to the weasel, anything.

But I didn't do any of those things because I was so afraid.

Afraid of how much I wanted her, how much I needed her.

So I sent her away. And now look at me. I was a mess because of her, yet I couldn't bear to stay away.

...Shit.

Hermione POV:

"You weren't in the library," Ginny said suspiciously as I sat down beside her at dinner.

"What?" I asked, not expecting the question. "Yes, I was."

"No, you weren't. I got in a big fight with Ron and went to find you, and the library was empty," she shot back.

"Uh," I splutter, trying to buy time. "Um, I did go, but I left early to go for a walk." I lie

"Where?" she asks, dead set on catching me in a lie.

"Around the grounds," I say, quickly.

"With who?" She asks, her smirk growing.

"Me, myself and I, okay?" I say, and she laughs.

"Suuuuuuure. I'll drop it for now, but you can't lie to me forever," she says, emphasizing the now.

"How's Harry?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Well, maybe you should ask him yourself, instead of avoiding him because of Ron." She says and I immediately feel guilty.

"I'm not avoiding him." I lie.

"Oh really? Then I guess you wouldn't mind talking to him right now," she says, pointing across the Great Hall at Harry.

He looked rather down, walking with his shoulders hunched and eyes downcast, but he brightened up when he saw Ginny and I.