Sex Lessons From Draco Malfoy (Dramione)

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Hermione checked herself in the mirror one more time. She smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on her red knee length, spaghetti strap dress. She twirled a lock of her brown hair with her finger. She was wearing her hair out. She moved onto make up. Once satisfied with her make up and appearance, she grabbed her clutch and walked down to the Heads common room, the one she shared with head boy.

Speaking of the head boy, she looked around and couldn't see him anywhere. She sighed to herself, she couldn't help but feel a bit of regret. He must of already left. Why, you ask, does she feel regret? Well because Hermione Granger had caught the hots for the head boy. And who, you ask, is the head boy? The head boy was none other then the spoilt brat, badass extraordinaire Draco Malfoy. As hard as it was for her to admit it, she had been crushing on the head boy since they moved into the heads dormitory together, which was about 2 months prior.

As much of a ferret he was, he was a hot ferret, she couldn't deny that. His cold demeanour always seemed to bring her crumbling down though. 

She could always feel him staring at her at dinner but when she turned around to address him, he was either eating or talking to his Slytherin friends. 

He would never say a word to her other then to remind her for her rounds. He would never give her a second look, whatever the occasion and it made her feel tossed aside. Not that he knew of her feelings anyway.

He had matured over the years and no longer made the golden trio's lives a misery. 'He has also filled out nicely' a voice in the back of her mind said. 

It was true though. He still had his pale complexion but it had more colour then it did before.

His platinum blond locks would always be out and messy, making him look incredibly cute. 

His stormy grey eyes were still cold but held more happiness and warmth then they did before.

He had aristocratic and angular features, which was like the cherry on top.

But Hermione couldn't even begin to describe his body. The body half the girls in Hogwarts swooned over. The body she would find herself thinking about in the middle of the night, knickers soaking wet.

Oh merlin, his body was nothing short of perfection. Perfectly toned and muscly arms. A defined torso. Legs shaped with a strong build, thighs nice and shaped from quiditch. And a tight arse. Not like she checked his arse out or anything...

Hermione could feel herself starting to pool in her knickers and heat starting to form in her core. She snapped out of her daze and glanced at the clock. Oh my! She was daydreaming about him for 10 minutes straight. She had to get to Slughorn's party! Hermione dashed out of the common room and ran to the party as fast as she could, well as fast as she could in high heels. 

She arrived at the party at scanned the room for a certain blond. Her amber eyes met grey ones. His eyes raked her body from a distance and he blinked slowly once before letting his jaw drop a fraction. Hermione couldn't help but feel a little...smug. He quickly recomposed himself and looked away, not daring to look at her again. He was wearing grey slacks, that outlined his well shaped legs, a white button down and a grey waistcoat, complimenting his eyes. She felt her heart drop a little when he looked away but tried to enjoy the rest of the Friday night party.

After partying and talking to the other guests for a while, Hermione got bored. She scanned the room again, looking for grey eyes. When she didn't find them, she frowned a bit. Her eyes fell on the door, where a flash of white-blond hair disappeared behind. She furrowed her eyebrows and walked to the door, she was going to follow him.