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Fic: Lesson 1/1 (D/Hr, NC-17) & Introduction
Hiya! Thanks to the mods for their invitation to join hp_het_kink! I didn't have time to write something especially for the community, so I'm bearing an older fic that is one of my favorites. I think it fits the Voyeurism challenge well!

Name: Krissy
Title: Lesson
Rating: Mature
Kinks: mutual masturbation, voyeurism
Warnings: none, really, unless you *want* to be warned about the smut!
Summary: Draco offers to tutor Hermione
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs Jo Rowling and assorted others, none of whom are me
Length: 4133 words

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"May I ask you a question, Granger?"

Hermione glanced up, scowling at the blond wizard draped so casually in his favorite armchair. Dressed in dark grey trousers and an untucked white dress shirt, Draco Malfoy was the very picture of indolent, aristocratic beauty. Hermione's cat Crookshanks was spread across his lap, purring happily as Draco stroked his ginger-furred belly. The sight only irritated the young witch more than ever. Crooks was her cat, damnit, and from the minute the three of them had become suitemates at the beginning of term, the turncoat cat had bonded with the Slytherin wizard.

"What? Make it quick, because I need to finish this chapter tonight," she snapped, glaring back down at her textbook. Draco grinned.

"It's Friday, Granger. Even hardcore Ravenclaw swots take Friday off," he drawled. She gritted her teeth, hearing the mild derision in his voice. To her great surprise, Draco had made the initial overture of truce, their first night in the Heads' quarters. Being Head Boy and Girl, their last year at Hogwarts, they could either make an effort to get along or go on as they were, making each other miserable. He'd held out his hand, innocently, and Hermione grasped it in her own, shocked but secretly pleased with his initiative.

And, true to his word, he'd been, if not friendly, then civil. It was even kind of nice, Hermione thought, coming home after classes to share a quiet common room with the blond wizard, a warm fire in the grate and a pot of tea and sandwiches for them to share.

It was...domestic.

"Do you masturbate?"

For a moment, Hermione was certain she'd heard him wrong. Masturbate...what rhymes with masturbate? Do you pass the gate? What? "Beg pardon, but what did you say?"

Draco's grin was devilish, made even more so by the glow of the fire turning his platinum hair orange and casting his sharp features into shadow. "You heard me, Granger. Do you masturbate?"

Hermione could literally feel the blood suffusing her face, cell by cell, until she broke out in a sweat and gasped for a horrified breath. Draco slowly stroked his long fingers through Crookshanks' fur and the traitorous cat stretched languidly. "Wh...what...Merlin above, Malfoy! You have no right to talk to me that way! You utter...bastard!" she finally squeaked.

"It's a simple question, Granger, demanding a simple answer. Yes, you do masturbate or no, you do not masturbate. Which is it?" he said, his voice coolly logical.

Hermione wanted to hide under the sofa cushions, but she sat rooted to the spot, too mortified to look away from his frank gaze. "Malfoy...what would possess you to ask me something like that?" she sputtered at last.

He shrugged elegantly and dipped his head to one side. His hair, now almost to his shoulders and looking too much like his dead father's for comfort, fell into his eyes and he gave his head a little shake. Hermione swallowed tightly, not wanting to admit to the tiny shiver of yearning that always accompanied that move.

"Pansy does. She's really quite enthusiastic about it. Has a whole repertoire of techniques to bring herself off a million ways from Sunday," he said diffidently, lifting his hand as Crookshanks slithered to the floor and slinked away. He smiled at Hermione's mesmerized expression. "You look hot, Granger. You should take off that robe."

If it was possible, she became even redder and she could feel a trickle of sweat sliding along her spine. "You...you...deviant!"

He smirked at that and swung his legs off the arm of the chair. "Actually, that would be Theo Nott...you know, he likes to...insert things." He waggled his eyebrows and Hermione squeezed her eyes shut.

"Oh my god, I'm not listening to this! Do you lay awake at night and think this perverted nonsense up just to torture me?" she snapped, slamming her book shut. There'd be no studying this Friday night. At least not with her nerves shot all to hell.

"Is it perverted? Do Muggles not masturbate?"

Hermione jumped to her feet. "Stop saying that word! Merlin, Malfoy, are you hard up or something? Go find Pansy!"

"Are you kidding? There's no way I can compete with Harry," Draco said as he rose to his feet, stretching lithely, his shirt pulling taut across his chest.

Hermione blinked owlishly at him, his comment coming out of left-field. "Harry? What?"

"Pansy found this Muggle contraption at a joke shop in London..."

"Oh. My. God."

"...called a vigator? Violator?"

"Vibrator."

Draco smiled brightly. "Yeah! That's it! I want you to know, it took her and Millicent a week to figure out how the damned thing works. She had to have some kind of...battery? Is that the word? Battery."

Hermione clutched her textbook to her chest, certain she was going to have an aneurysm or heat stroke or some kind of seizure any minute now. She grasped at his words, struggling to find some way to divert him from this bizarre and humiliating path. "What's Harry got to do with...with...Pansy's...her..."

"Vibrator?"

Hermione glared at him furiously. "Don't say that word!"

"I thought the word I'm not supposed to say was 'masturbate'?"

"You're just being a prat now." Hermione turned on her heel and stomped into her bedroom, Draco sauntering after her. He crawled up on her bed and stretched out on his stomach, his bare feet dangling over the edge.

"Why are you being so difficult? I really don't see what the big deal is."

Hermione sat down at her vanity, burying her face in her hands. "You didn't answer my question, prat."

"Which was, bitch?"

"What does Harry have to do with Pansy's sex toy?"

It was Draco's turn to blink at her, realization dawning on his face. "Granger, love...Harry is Pansy's sex toy. One of them, anyway. And apparently, he's made such an unparalleled impression on her that she named her second favorite cock after him. The first being Potter's prick itself."

Too stunned to even bother being embarrassed, Hermione gaped at him. "You are a such a filthy, bald-faced liar, Draco Malfoy!"

"Oh, you think? Let's see...it's Friday night," He looked over at the clock on her bedside table. "It's almost midnight. If I'm not too terribly mistaken, Pansy's probably on her third orgasm up in that venerable den of teenaged lust, the Astronomy Tower. I hear Potty's quite the beast. After their first time, Pansy couldn't walk upright for a week."

"Get out."

"We could go watch. Come on, it'd be fun! We can critique their performance," he said, laughing.

"Get." She pulled off a shoe and threw it at him. He ducked easily and it sailed over the bed. "Out."

"Come on, Hermione...answer my question and I'll tell you anything you want to know. I'm an open book."

She was tugging off her robe, wadding it up in her confusion and anger, and tossed it into their shared bathroom. Draco raised an eyebrow at her fit of pique and propped his chin on his folded hands. "Come on, Granger, be a sport. How many times a week do you finger yourself?"

"Never! Okay? Are you satisfied? I've never masturbated!" The other shoe sailed through the air and smacked him on the forehead. He grunted in surprise and sat up, his face darkening first in anger, then as her words sank in, something Hermione was afraid to put a name to. His lips curled in amusement. Hermione flushed scarlet.

"Now, who's the liar, Granger?"

"I'm not lying, Malfoy! Besides, what difference does it make? Why would you even care?" she said wearily.

"Well, Crabbe was prattling on at breakfast today about how Millicent would rather mast...indulge in self-gratification...than fuck him. Frankly, the thought of Vince Crabbe mating with Millicent Bulstrode makes me rather ill, but it's not like all the girls are pulling their skirts up for him." He paused, as Hermione gave him an exasperated glare. "Anyway, it made me think..."

"Will wonders never cease?"

He smirked lewdly at her. "Anyway. It made me think...do all girls masturbate? Do they really prefer that over a man between their legs? Pansy notwithstanding, of course. It's not exactly something people talk about in polite society."

"We're discussing it!"

"I'm discussing it, you're doing a remarkable imitation of a bonfire, and besides, we aren't polite, are we?"

His voice dropped at the end and Hermione felt a tingle low in her belly. She'd spent so many years hating Draco Malfoy that it was as familiar as taking a breath, but lately... Lately, she never failed to be affected by his occasional flirtations.

"Do you?" She winced a moment later, the words coming out too aggressively. Challenging him to answer.

"What do you think?"

Hermione studied him, curiously. She'd never really wondered specifically about his sex life, but she was certain he had one. His familiarity with Pansy's sexual escapades oh Harry, I'm going to kill you! seemed to indicate that he wasn't a virgin.

"I think you take your pleasure wherever you can find it," she mused, gazing at him with cold, analytical eyes. "You shag the willing witches, coerce the not-so-willing, and leave them wondering where they went wrong when you won't talk to them in the morning."

Draco burst out laughing and Hermione felt her stomach lurch. So much about Draco was artifice and bravado, rarely letting anyone behind the wall he'd built around himself after his father had been taken to Azkaban the spring of their fifth year. But, now, with his pale eyes shining with good humor and the appreciative look he was aiming at her, Hermione couldn't help but be affected.

"You've been spending too much time with Brown and Patil. I have quite the naughty reputation, it seems."

Hermione's lips twitched, then she smiled. It was hard to stay angry at him when he was in such an uncommonly good mood. "Well, word may have gotten around. This school is quite small when it comes to gossip spreading."

"Very true. But, my finesse with the witches isn't the topic of conversation, Granger. You asked me if I masturbated. I asked you what do you think?" He smiled slowly and rose up to his knees, his hand brushing his belt buckle. "You tell me."

Hermione was pressed against the wall, her eyes riveted to his wandering hand. "I...I suppose you do," she whispered.

"Mmm-hmm. If you've ever wondered why I take forty-five minute showers, now you know. Speaking of which, the next time we're in Hogsmeade, remind me to buy you a new bottle of conditioner." His smirk was wicked as Hermione pursed her lips testily, then he stroked his fingers over the front of his trousers, bringing the witch's attention to the rigid length tenting them. She felt dizzy from the blood rushing back to her head.

"Don't..." she whispered, watching in morbid fascination as he cupped himself in one hand, rocking forward lazily.

"Don't what, Granger? Pleasure myself? Were you being truthful? You've never touched your quim?" Draco replied, his eyes locked on her flustered face. "Do you have any idea what you're missing?"

Hermione shifted against the wall, praying he wouldn't see the way she pressed her thighs together, stemming the moisture that was beginning to gather. "It's...wrong," she whispered weakly. Draco's eyes gleamed with triumph. He had her and she knew it and the knowledge terrified her.

"Take your knickers off."

"What? Malfoy..." she stammered.

"Do it, Granger. I'm going to teach you how to come."

Hands that didn't seem to belong to Hermione Granger stole underneath her pleated wool skirt and as she slid the sensible white cotton down her trembling thighs, she cursed herself for not throwing his smirking self out of the room and locking the door behind him. But, he was staring at her with heavy-lidded eyes, his hand moving sinuously along that column of hidden flesh and she yearned to know just what it was that was making her thighs damp and her nipples rock-hard.

She stepped out of her knickers and bent over to remove her white kneesocks. Draco gave a quick shake of his head. "Leave them."

Obeying, Hermione straightened, feeling vaguely foolish, but Draco was looking at her hungrily, a tentative smile on his lips.

"Come here, Granger. Come lay down." He beckoned to her, then leaned over to prop two pillows atop each other. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Hermione's stiff legs carried her to the bed and she sat on the edge, her knees pressed tightly together. "Malfoy, this is insane..." she started.

He was kneeling at the foot of the bed now, gazing at her solemnly. "I'm only going to show you how to pleasure yourself. Nothing more." The smirk was back and Hermione had to look away as the butterflies in her tummy became hippogriffs.

With a sigh, she scooted back until she was in the center of the bed, the pillows at her back. Draco reached out and touched her foot and she jerked it back. "Lay back against the pillows...yeah, that's good. Are you high enough? Can you see?"

Hermione frowned irritably. "See? What am I supposed to see?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Yourself, Granger. Half the fun is watching."

"Oh. You aren't serious?"

"Don't tell me you've never even looked at yourself?" he said, disbelief in every word.

"Well, of course, I've looked! Just not...like this." Suddenly, she felt very young, very foolish. "Malfoy, look, this is stupid..."

She started to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, but his hand on her ankle stopped her. As soon as she stilled, he removed it, folding both hands in his lap. The bulge in his trousers seemed larger than ever.

"Don't. Give it a chance."

"So you can make fun of me?"

"No! No. I just want to see." Draco's smile was encouraging as she relaxed back against the pillows. "Okay. Loosen your legs a bit. You look like you've been hit with a petrificus totalus."

Hermione did as he asked, disconcerted to feel a trickle of fluid slide over the curve of her arse and onto the quilt beneath. He seemed so far away, as she looked down the length of her body at him, and she wondered idly what it would be like to have him closer, on top of her...

"Okay...good. Now, unbutton your blouse...slowly, Granger! This isn't a visit to the doctor!"

Hermione couldn't help the hysterical little giggle that bubbled up. She slowed her fingers, tugging her tie loose, then sliding each white button out of its hole. Draco was watching her dreamily, as still as a statue, except for the occasional twitch of his fingers on his crotch. Not stroking exactly, more like a reminder that it was still there, still hard.

The insides of Hermione's thighs were slick now and she had a sudden horrified thought that she'd started her period. But no, wait...that was two weeks ago. Besides, she could smell herself now, an odd, musky smell, not unpleasant really...just odd. But, definitely not the metallic scent of blood.

Draco was shifting on his knees now, his eyes narrowed. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and hoarse. "Open your bra."

Fortunately, it was a front-closure, so it was a simple enough procedure to unclasp it, if only her fingers would obey. She held onto the tiny plastic clip, the idea of baring her breasts, her small, unremarkable breasts with their flat pink nipples, making her cringe anxiously.

"Please, Hermione...show me," he whispered. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue touched his upper lip, sliding over it in a slow circuit that had Hermione spellbound. Holding his gaze, she unfastened the bra and let the cups fall to either side of her body, the vibrant scarlet of her tie laying between each firm mound.

Draco groaned and the sound went straight to Hermione's core. She whimpered, her chest heaving with the sudden lack of oxygen in the room. He reached out again, touching her toes. "Touch your nipples, Granger. Feel how hard they are."

And they were, puckered and hard and even the faintest touch of her fingertips on them made her cry out in surprise. She circled them slowly, deliberately, exploring the pebbled texture.

"Look at them...see how they've darkened? You have really nice breasts, Hermione...it should be a crime to hide those under a uniform all year." Draco was watching her with a stare so intense, Hermione could hardly bear the weight of it on her, yet couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Th...they're too small," she whispered, still teasing the dusky tips with her fingertips, lightly scratching at the sensitive flesh with her nails.

"Small? By comparison to whom? A first year, maybe. Now, you aren't as big as, say, Alicia Spinnet. Now that girl has a set of tits that would feed a small, third-world nation." He grinned cheekily as she gave him a petulant glare. "Granger, you have a lovely pair of breasts...cup them for me. Yes...push them higher..."

Hermione cupped her breasts in both hands, pushing them together around the silk necktie, her nipples peeking out from between her thumb and forefinger. She felt hot all over and as shaky as a newborn kitten. The look Draco was giving her would melt steel and Hermione's thoughts were beginning to drift in directions that far surpassed self-gratification. He had stripped off his shirt and his pale, smooth chest gleamed in the dim light. She looked lower, to the spot where his belt buckle was laying loose against his partially-unzipped trousers and was stunned to see the glistening tip of his cock jutting out.

Draco sucked one finger into his mouth, then touched it to the tiny slit, spreading the droplets of gathered moisture around the ridged knob. Hermione squirmed, rubbing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to alleviate the growing tension coiling in her center.

"Pull your skirt up, Hermione. Show me."

With one hand, she tugged at the charcoal wool, sliding it over the tops of her thighs. Draco drew in a single breath and held it, watching the slow progression of her hem over the swell of her hips, baring the neat triangle of dark curls, the womanly curve of her stomach. His cock, already painfully erect, twitched hard under his fingers.

"Bloody hell, Granger...how could you not have your fingers in there every minute of the day?" he hissed. He was breathing heavily, his upper lip starting to glisten with perspiration.

Hermione, starting to realize the power he was giving her, sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and spread her legs, just a little. Draco's eyes flashed to hers, his nostrils flaring. "What do you want me to do, Mal...Draco?" she asked.

The proverbial ball was back in his court. He raised up just enough to slide his trousers down over his arse, his cock bobbing gently. Wrapping his fingers around the base, he slowly stroked his shaft, his hips rocking with each upwards motion of his fist.

"Spread your legs...farther. Farther, Granger. Wide open. Ohhhhh...yeah, just like that."

Hermione blushed, but wordlessly did as he asked, parting her thighs so wide that she could feel cool air swirl around the dampened inner flesh. She shivered as an unfamiliar ache made her arch her hips off the mattress.

"Merlin, Granger...you keep doing that and you may be losing more than you bargained for," he growled, his hand moving smoothly on his cock, palming the tip, then back down, all in one long, bewitching motion.

"You keep doing that and I may forget that I hate you," she replied, inwardly cringing at her bold words. But Draco grinned, his eyes warming with an affection she'd never before seen from him.

"You've never hated me, Granger. Or you wouldn't be sitting here doing all the naughty things I'm going to ask you to do."

"Very sure of yourself, aren't you, Malfoy?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. So, on that note, I want you to put two fingers inside and open yourself. Slowly, Granger...enjoy it...stroke your fingers through your curls...slip inside...and down, down..." Draco instructed. Hermione felt her temperature jump another notch and all of it seemed centered in her pussy. Smoothing her right hand over her stomach and lower, she tentatively slid her index finger into the moist nest of pubic hair covering her mound. As she added a second finger and parted her labia, Draco groaned despairingly.

"Ahhh, you're so wet, Granger...feel it...put your fingers in it...tell me what you feel..."

Hermione struggled for the words. "It feels...thick. It feels dark, like blood...for a moment, I thought that I was...that I..." She faltered, ashamed at sharing something so personal, but craving it all the same.

But, Draco was nodding, his face flushed and damp. "Yes. Blood. It's all about blood, isn't it? Granger, I want to see you come. I want it right now." He was fisting his shaft harder, the muscles in his arm bunching with each upstroke. She could see him quivering, shaking all over, as he struggled to hold back his own impending climax.

"Touch yourself...show me how you touch yourself..."

Hermione raised her knees, spilling them open, giving him a view not even her pediatrician had been privy to. She drew one finger over her clit, but the contact was too much, too intense, and she shied away from it.

"Do it again."

His voice was harsh, his eyes glittering with something that frightened her even as it aroused her to a fever pitch. "It's too much, Draco...it's too sensitive..." But even as she said the words, her hand moved of its own accord, slipping back down to swirl around the rigid little nub. Carefully, she circled it, daring to brush the tip with a gentle swipe, her hips coming up off the bed.

"Again."

"Draco..."

"Do it again, Granger!"

And she did, rubbing herself harder, rocking back and forth on her hand, reaching for something that was just...out...of...reach...

When that coil broke, it was Draco who screamed for her, his seed spurting onto his chest and hand and the heat of his gaze on her brought her spiraling over the edge. She slid two fingers along either side of her clit, pinching the throbbing nub briefly, then slipped lower to press the tip of her middle finger inside.

That simple action roused him and his eyes flamed with lust. "Yessss...slide your finger inside. Slow...slow...Ohhh, Hermione! You're so sweet...I'll bet you taste like honey, thick and sticky and sweet."

Hermione pushed her finger deeper inside her channel, her inner muscles pulling it in, craving that sensation of being filled. Draco was moving closer to her, now crouched between her knees, his fingertips grazing the tender skin of her thighs. His other hand still gripped his cock, which was twitching back to awareness, like an animal scenting its mate.

"Swirl your finger around, stretch yourself...yeah, like that...how does it feel?" he breathed.

"It's...not enough...I feel so," At this point, she blushed again, a slow suffusion of crimson staining her chest and neck. "Empty."

"Put two fingers inside your cunt."

She blinked at the vulgarity even as she did as he asked. There...that was better, but only just. She needed more, wanted more, and only he could fill that need. Hermione's hips bounced a little on the bed as she stroked two fingers in and out of her core, coating her hand with her juices. It was hot, feverish, and her whole body was contracting in on itself as she quickly reached her second peak. Draco's fingers were digging into her leg as he stroked his cock in time to her stroking fingers.

Touching her thumb tentatively to her clit, she gave a startled yelp and trembled violently from the force of her climax. She arched upwards, her breasts thrusting towards the ceiling, as the warm splash of Draco's seed on her thighs sent fresh waves of ecstasy through her straining body.

Closing her eyes briefly, one hand pressed to her heaving chest, Hermione felt Draco settle onto the bed beside her, lifting her leg to rest between his. His hand splayed over her stomach and she covered it with her own.

"I had no idea," she finally said, as the ability to speak once more returned.

His mouth was hot against her already overheated skin and the rasp of his tongue over her jawline made her sigh in want.

"You deserve top marks for a lesson well done, Granger. Care for some extra credit?"

She smiled, giddy with this newly-taken step in her life. "Only if I can take the advanced class."

Just before his lips descended on hers, Draco grinned. "I think that can be arranged."

~fin~