Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest. I do not make any money off this.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Others
Genres: Angst, Drama, Humour, Romance
Story Warnings: Epilogue? What Epilogue?, Profanity, Smut
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hermione needs to get rid of her pesky virginity for her very own reasons. The solution to that is, of course, to make a list of the boys at Hogwarts to find out which one will suit her purpose best! Draco Malfoy is at first left off her list, but when he finds out and teases her about it, she realises that maybe he has a point--after all, who would be better to take her virginity than the most gossiped about skirt chaser at Hogwarts? He's not quite as willing as she thought he'd be, though. Written to fit a prompt.
Extra Note: Thank you to mazvn and cklls for the beta and dollfaced for the banner. :)
Chapter Length: 5,124
Watching Malfoy had become some kind of twisted hobby of Hermione's. It took her mind off Ron most days, at least, and even on the days when nothing could take her mind off him, she felt better having slightly petty fantasies of what Ron would say if she had sex with Malfoy.
She was certain that would make Ron really regret his own actions.
And possibly never want her again.
That thought gave her a bit of pause, but then she became angry. What right did he have to not want her? She'd saved her first time for him and had never even considered looking at another wizard before she got the devastating news. No, he had no right to not want her. In fact, if he didn't want her, then good riddance!
Except, she didn't really feel like it would be a good riddance. She merely hoped with all of her being that he wouldn't act like that, because that coupled with his own mistake would definitely make it impossible for her to return to him.
So she really had two choices. Either she could refrain from tempting fate and forgive and forget, or she could make the ultimate test.
Although the whole idea with a 'test' seemed so petty.
Yet she couldn't forgive and forget. She still couldn't stomach the thought of making love to Ron for the first time, knowing that he'd been with someone else. Knowing that he hadn't waited for her.
It would all have been so easy if she could either forgive him or completely let him go. As it was, she was currently caught in purgatory, and the only way out seemed through some kind of painful action.
She couldn't let him go.
Malfoy seemed to be between witches. He didn't seem too discriminatory and he had claimed to find her body nice. She wouldn't exactly have to tell Ron who it was she'd been with, either. She could just tell him the truth... that she had to know.
Not knowing was killing her.
And Malfoy... maybe he could be persuaded to be gentle with her. He didn't seem particularly rough around any of the other witches, after all. Mostly he was sneering, but she hadn't seen him be very forceful. The two times she'd come across him interacting with a female in a private place—where they hadn't been supposed to be, so Hermione had taken a perverse pleasure in breaking up the party and docking house points—he had actually physically seemed something that came close to gentle.
She didn't care if his words weren't gentle at all. She wasn't interested in his words. She was interested in his reputation and experience and how it could help her.
Malfoy would probably enjoy 'sticking it to' her in his own right. She could only imagine his future smug attitude around Ron and Harry. She didn't really care.
She just wanted it over with.
“Want to go somewhere more private together?” Lina Ramsey asked with a secret little smile.
Yes, Draco did want to go somewhere more private than this classroom together with the pretty Lina, but he’d glimpsed something bushy a few minutes ago and he knew that the Head Girl was waiting for an opportunity to harass him again. And unfortunately, she did have a leg to stand on as he was supposed to be in his common room at this hour. But how was he supposed to ever have any fun if he couldn't go anywhere?
“Maybe some other time,” he said, making sure to show all of his regret. “I have something I have to do right now.”
“Are you certain?” Lina purred, going closer to him and putting her hands on his chest. “I think we could have a lot of... fun.”
He had no idea what Lina’s motivations were yet. If he had to make a guess, he’d probably go with her trying to make someone else jealous or get back at an ex. She didn’t seem as interested in his reputation as Smethley had been, but she didn’t really know him well enough to be interested in him as a person, either.
Still... she was pretty. And less annoying than so many others. And the way she’d already snogged him earlier made him optimistic that she wasn’t even a tease.
So he really didn’t need for Granger to scare her off.
“Sorry, love,” he said, carefully removing her hands. “This can’t wait. We’ll talk again tomorrow, yeah?”
She looked genuinely put out. “Fine. We don’t have to.”
“Oh, we have to. But tomorrow.”
She sniffed. “Forget it. I’m not taking a number and getting in line behind whoever this is.”
“It’s not another girl.”
“Oh, there you are, lover,” a voice said behind him. “Are you ready?”
He cringed. Granger had been eavesdropping and was wrecking his love life on purpose. He opened his mouth to try to placate Lina, but before he could think of anything to say, she’d disappeared in a huff.
He groaned. So close this time. So close.
“She was an upgrade from your last one,” Granger conversationally said. “I see your tastes have improved."
He didn’t comment on that with anything but a murderous look. “Stalking and harassing now, Granger? I know you’re sweet on me, but you’re really taking it too far.”
“I’m not sweet on you.”
“Yet you follow me everywhere I go and scare off the competition.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m sweet on you.”
Her lack of adamant refusal that she did any such thing on purpose threw him for a loop. “Come again?”
“I re-evaluated my list and you were right.”
He eyed her warily. “I was?”
“Yes. You absolutely did stand out.”
Of course he’d stood out, she’d more reason to dislike him than anybody! “That’s great. Now go find someone who stands out in a positive way.”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t want to like this person. Half your ‘cons’ are actually ‘pros’, as it turns out.”
He really didn’t like where this was going. “Half still leaves a whole lot of ‘cons’.”
“True. I did consider that. But the fact of the matter is that if we can make some sort of deal, you will do perfectly.”
“Sex. You have expertise and claimed to like my body. There will be no talking or interacting outside of the sex, and there will be no mentioning of the sex afterwards. Oh, and the sex won’t be rough.”
“I really don’t see what’s in it for me.”
She pursed her lips. “Really? You don’t see the appeal in deflowering me, the girl you despise in all kinds of ways on her own merits, and the friend of Harry Potter and ex-girlfriend of Ron Weasley?”
Deflowering? He wasnt sure why learning that Hermione Granger was a virgin surprised him so much that his jaw actually went slack.
Maybe it had something to do with her propositioning him.
“Why?” he asked.
“That’s none of your business.”
He shook his head. “Fine. Never mind. I’m not doing it. You’re mental and should be locked up.”
“Obviously you need time to think.”
“I don’t need time to think.”
“I’ve watched you, Malfoy. You’re not one to turn down no-strings flings.”
“With you, I am. Have you even considered what you’re asking me to do here? Can you even imagine the two of us kissing?”
She looked like she really gave it some thought. Merlin, she honestly hadn’t thought about that, had she?
Finally she said, “We wouldn’t have to kiss. I don’t mind.”
He groaned. She was missing the point by a mile. “A good rule of thumb is never to sleep with anyone you wouldn’t want to kiss.”
She wrinkled her nose. “That’s a stupid rule of thumb.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Fine,” she said. “We’ll kiss.”
“I don’t want to kiss you.”
She sighed. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re not attracted to me at all?”
He slowly nodded, not quite understanding why this would surprise her.
She began slowly unbuttoning the white button-down shirt she was wearing.
“What are you doing?” he warily asked, wondering if now was the time to bolt.
“Checking your theory.”
“Uh, Granger, when a bloke says he isn’t interested, it’s not really a theory...”
“Fine, checking my theory, then.”
“And what theory would that be?”
“That you’re full of it.”
He didn’t know what to reply. Skin was beginning to show. She had freckles just above her breasts, which were cupped by a cute white lace bra. They had a nice un-padded shape. They looked perky. He wondered if they would be as perky without the bra, or if they would sag. Some breasts sagged a lot, even if they weren’t very big. But hers didn’t look like they’d sag. And they weren't as small as he'd thought.
“It might help your case if you could stop staring at my boobs, Malfoy.”
He blinked and looked away, feeling his own cheeks heat. “I’m eighteen years old, Granger. I’ll stare at anything that even resembles a breast.”
“Hmm.” She undid the last button and allowed the shirt to slide down to the floor, reaching behind herself.
He almost choked on his own saliva. “What are you doing?”
Her bra came undone and slid down to join her shirt.
Two round, perky freckled breasts were staring him right in the face. Or maybe he was staring right at them. He wasn’t quite certain any longer. His world was comprised of breasts.
“Yes,” she calmly said as if she weren’t half-naked. “I definitely see your disinterest. Especially around the groin area.”
He cleared his throat so his voice wouldn’t squeak. “Involuntary reaction, Granger.”
She snorted at him. “That may be, Malfoy, but you could’ve walked out at any time you wanted, yet didn’t.”
Walk out? He could walk? He had feet? With a last glance at the glory in front of him, he turned on his heel and walked off.
Hermione's cheeks were blazing and she was almost shaking with embarrassment combined with an odd excitement as she re-dressed.
She'd just stripped down in front of Draco Malfoy.
That had to be one of the most reckless things she'd ever done, even taking everything she did in the war into account, but she was unable to regret it. It had been exhilarating to see that look on his face.
He could claim not to want her all he wanted, but she'd seen the way his pupils had dilated as he licked his lips and seemed unable to tear his gaze away from her.
And there had definitely been a bulge in his trousers.
She hadn't quite expected him to walk away, though. She'd thought he would go for it. She'd thought a boy like him would appreciate the easy sex and his rejection had certainly managed to surprise her.
Yet Hermione Granger didn't mind surprises and she certainly never backed down from a challenge. She'd seen the physical proof of his arousal and that was all she needed. Regardless of what he said about 'involuntary reactions', she didn't believe for one second in the nonsensical statement that men were powerless when it came to the will of their dicks. That was just yet another way for them to refuse to take responsibility for their own actions. No, if he didn't want her to pursue him, he'd have to do much better than drooling at the sight of her naked skin.
This would be fun.
Draco sat rigid in his seat and stared straight ahead at the blackboard without seeing a thing.
His day had become surreal.
It had started out in a common enough way, with him waking up tired from a long night of being subjected to someone's clogged sinuses and eating a breakfast that had gone cold... and then it had gone all downhill from there.
Lina was avoiding him. Pretty, soft, willing Lina. Oh, how he mourned the loss.
And if that wasn't enough, Granger was now openly harassing him, making people talk. He didn't want to be associated with her, damn it, but there were limits to what he could do without pissing off all the people that controlled his future.
She'd sat next to him in every class they had together, and he was powerless to stop her.
She put a piece of parchment between them.
"What's wrong?" she wrote on it. "You look tired."
He ignored it. Maybe if he ignored her, she'd go away.
"You can borrow my bed..." she wrote.
"Leave me alone!"
So maybe he wasn't very good at ignoring people.
"I'm amused at how scary you find my breasts."
Scary? That was a fairly apt description. They'd haunted his dreams and made him wake up bathed in sweat.
"What is it you want?"
"You know what I want."
In this case, even knowing made it hard for him to believe. "Why?"
"Ron and I have broken up."
"Sorry to hear that."
"No, you aren't."
"Believe me. I am." He really was. If she'd had her Weasley, she wouldn't have been pursuing him like this.
She sighed and wrote, "I don't understand you. I saw your reaction and I know you're not exactly fond of most of the other girls you have relations with."
Relations? That was one way to put it. But he didn't reply.
"You have a hearing coming up this summer," she continued writing. "I could give you a positive statement."
"Let me guess—as opposed to the negative one you'll give if I don't sleep with you?"
She shot him a disgusted look. "As opposed to no statement at all, genius. What do you take me for?"
He wasn't quite certain so he didn't reply.
She wasn't discouraged. "I'm trying to catch you with sugar, not vinegar."
"I liked the way you looked at me."
"I didn't. You were imagining things."
"No, I wasn't. But I was once I got back to my room. Were you?"
He flushed, feeling very uncomfortable about discussing this right here. Especially since he could feel his body reacting to the memory. "Not here!"
"Mr Malfoy!" Draco was torn out of his vivid memories of perky, freckled breasts by Professor Vector's stern voice.
"Yes?" he stammered, well-knowing that his face was beet red.
"Is there anything you would like to share with the rest of the class?"
Oh, Merlin, no!
"He was asking me to explain to him the exact properties of the number nine using Wenlock's numerical chart," Granger said, absentmindedly tapping at the parchment between them with her wand. "He didn't quite understand the explanation in the book."
Professor Vector picked up the parchment and Draco felt ready to die as she read it. This had to be the biggest humiliation he'd ever suffered, and he'd suffered a few.
"Hmm," Professor Vector said. "Very good explanation, Ms Granger, but I'd appreciate it if you kept this out of class."
"Yes, Professor. I'm sorry, Professor," Granger said as if nothing was amiss.
Professor Vector put the parchment back down and Draco saw that it did indeed contain charts and explanations. He quickly glanced at Granger who shrugged and smirked in a way that said, you didn't really think I wouldn't plan for something like that?
Every Tuesday and Friday night Draco had to report to the Headmistress. It was part of the deal that allowed him to continue here. She'd evaluate his class participation, marks, and statements from the teachers, as well as any other things she felt relevant.
He hated being subject to such scrutiny, but he knew better than to complain. Instead, he had to simply sit there, week after week, suffering the indignity of having his every word and action analysed and recorded.
At least Granger hadn't reported him for being out after hours or teasing her at the library. Yet.
"You seem to be doing much better," Professor McGonagall stated, looking over her parchments. "Your attitude has been vastly approved."
More like smothered.
"Trying my best, Professor."
"That's good to hear, Mr Malfoy." She put away the reports she'd been reviewing. "But here's the thing. I am a busy woman, and I won't be here the next few weeks."
No scrutiny? "Oh?" He felt something resembling hope begin to grow. Even a few weeks' respite from these meetings would make him feel tremendously better.
"Yes, but these check-up meetings are mandatory for you."
"Oh." He deflated. Of course she wasn't going to bend the rules for him.
"I considered having another teacher oversee your case, but frankly, most of them are busy and don't need the extra headache."
"Then what?" He knew he sounded flat and contrary, but he didn't care.
There was a knock on the door.
"Enter!" Professor McGonagall said.
Draco half-turned his head and saw Granger enter the room. Great. He just loved for her—for anyone, really—to see him in this position.
"Ah, there you are, Ms Granger," McGonagall said, instantly making Draco suspicious. Why would Granger need to be here now? "As I was saying," McGonagall continued, directed at Draco, "I was looking for someone to meet with you and evaluate you twice a week whilst I'm gone, and the Head Girl has asked me to assign her a detentionee to help tidy up the books at the library whilst Madam Pince is on extended sick leave."
"I'm not a detentionee."
"You'll do. Ms Granger will report directly to me, so I would advise against giving her any grief. Think of this as a different way to evaluate you."
Professor McGonagall completely ignored him. "I suggest you start tonight. Our library is fairly large and Ms Granger tells me that students aren't very good at putting the books in their rightful places. You’re dismissed."
He slowly got up and walked straight out without even looking at Granger. He couldn't believe the girl's gall!
"Well..." he said after they'd walked for a while in silence. "I don't know how you pulled it off, but I guess you now have complete power over me."
She immediately, forcefully slapped the back of his head.
"Ow!" he exclaimed before he could help himself. "What was that for?"
"For being a complete ninny. I hardly asked her for you! And what exactly is it you keep accusing me of trying to do? I'm not you. I don't need to force someone to sleep with me."
"Oh, you're saying that I do?"
"I'm saying that you certainly think like someone who does!"
"I get plenty of offers, thanks. I even recall the Head Girl throwing herself at me."
Granger snorted. "And I recall you being too scared to take her up on it."
"Please. Like I need for someone with that kind of power to get jealous and use whatever means necessary to ruin my life."
She stopped walking and grabbed his arm to make him stop as well. "Is that what you think will happen?"
He moved his arm from her grasp. "I know girls." He attempted to continue walking but suddenly felt himself backed up against a wall, facing a Head Girl standing too close.
He'd never have figured her to be so aggressive. True, she had slapped him that one time but that had been... different.
"That would never happen," she very earnestly said. "You can be with whoever you want, whenever you want."
"Yeah? Funny, last I checked, you were actively scaring my prospects away."
She had the courtesy to blush. "All right, so maybe I did do that. But only when you were breaking the rules. And I didn't report you to the Headmistress even though I've been specifically told to do that."
"It's so nice to be persecuted."
"Congratulations, Malfoy. You now have an inkling of what it was like to be a Muggle-born under Voldemort. There's hope for you yet!"
Now it was his turn to flush. "Doesn't make it right," he muttered.
"It's my job to get on your case. Keep a low profile and I won't have any reason to come after you."
"And if you have your way?"
"I've never been adverse to preferential treatment towards those that please me."
"Remind me never to vote for you for Minister for Magic."
She laughed. "Oh, come on, now, Malfoy. That would be exactly the kind of minister you'd want. Besides, it's not really the same thing. I don't honestly see it damaging my integrity to turn a blind eye to you sneaking out with some girl at night."
"Doesn't it bother you to negotiate with me like this to get me to have sex with you?"
She blinked as if honestly surprised. "No. Should it?"
He shook his head at her. She honestly didn't seem to function on any level he'd call normal. "Don't you want your first time to be with someone who wants you?"
She shrugged and let her gaze slide down his frame and up again to meet his eyes. "You want me."
"I do not!"
"Part of you does. The important part."
He flushed even deeper than before. "I'd have that reaction to any girl stripping down in front of me. Any girl!"
"I never said you wouldn't. But I also know that you would go for almost any girl, so it's a curious thing how you keep digging your heels in when it comes to me." She cocked her head, looking at him in that way again.
"You're freaking me out, Granger," he finally said, edging to the side and then resuming his walk towards the library. She was freaking him out. And turning him on. It was a bad, bad combination and he wished he could simply run away from her.
She caught up with him and grinned. "I know. It's so funny. You'd think you'd never have a girl come on to you before."
"Oh, not quite like this."
"It's a pity," she stated. "I've done some research on the matter and it seems that males are always encouraged to be the aggressors, not taking 'no' for an answer, whilst females are encouraged to be cautious and even reluctant. I don't think I like that model. I find being the aggressor quite exhilarating."
"Uh-huh." He could believe that.
"I only wish you weren't so reluctant, because I'm seriously beginning to need release. And I don't mean the kind I can give myself. I've tried and it wasn't enough."
His eyes widened before he could check his reaction. "Damn it, Granger, I did not need to know that!"
"No? I thought you might appreciate the mental image of me touching myself..."
No, no, he did not. He didn't need the image of her touching those lovely, round, freckled breasts, before her hand slid down between her legs and she threw her head back and moaned...
He was almost running the last stretch to the library, not quite certain what kind of salvation he was hoping to find there. They would still be all alone.
This was torture.
Hermione smothered a laugh as Malfoy's stride lengthened, bringing him in front of her.
It was so much fun to make him blush.
Not to mention that he could deny it all he wanted, but it turned him on to be pursued. She was inexperienced, not stupid. She could see the way he looked at her and the way his hands fisted. He claimed he didn't have the least inclination to kiss her, but everything in his body language contradicted that.
He took several steps inside the library before he turned around and demanded, "So, what am I supposed to do now?"
She raised an eyebrow. Nah, too easy. She pointed towards the door behind the librarian's desk. "In there are the newly returned books. They need to be shelved."
He nodded and strode over and opened the door. Then he stopped in his tracks and scowled at her. "What are you trying to pull, Granger?"
She pursed her lips. "Madam Pince has been out for a while, Malfoy. I only have the time to do this some days, and the other teachers can generally only give a few hours a week as well."
"Other teachers? Thinking highly of ourselves, are we?"
"Other than Madam Pince, nitwit."
"Madam Pince isn't a teacher."
She gave him her best death glare for being so pedantic, but he merely smirked back.
"Anyway," she said, "those books will now be your problem."
"I think you mean our problem."
Now it was her time to smirk. "No. I really do mean your problem." Then she went over to a nearby shelf, picked out a book and sat down to read.
Maybe that would teach him not to be so annoying.
Draco shook his head and got to work. For someone who claimed to be trying to seduce him, she certainly wasn't very keen on being nice to him. He even almost said as much, but then he realised that she might see it as encouragement.
Damn. Baiting Granger with her supposed attraction to him had been one of his favourite pastimes. Who would've thought she would take him seriously? He glanced at her, where she was sitting, as he was taking a stack of books past her. She was wearing a skirt today. It was insane to wear a skirt in this draughty castle at this time of year, but looking at her, he could see why she was doing it.
She'd turned her chair to face the chair next to her and was resting her left foot on its spindle, making the skirt fall back to reveal a good part of her thigh. It was a really nice thigh. All shapely and soft-looking...
Sudden pain hit him square in the face and he dropped his books and swore.
"Be careful with those!" Granger called out, humour colouring her voice.
He scowled at her, feeling his face heat up for who knew what time. She'd probably seen him walk straight into that bookcase and figured out why. Damn her!
Oh, this was the best day ever. If anything, Hermione was sorry that she'd never discovered how much fun it was to play with Malfoy before.
Obviously the boy was more controlled by his nether regions than he'd like to admit.
To his credit and her disappointment, he decided to completely ignore her after that and managed to neither blush nor walk into things. It didn't take long for her to reach a point where she was actually considering pulling her skirt far enough up to show knickers. Just to see how he'd react, of course.
But in order for him to react, he'd have to see it, and currently he was much too good at completely avoiding looking at her.
She tried yawning and stretching. No result. Then she slowly got up and sauntered over to put her book in place, striking a pose that showed her body off to its best advantage. No result. Then, finally, she walked up to the ladder he was currently climbing to put a book in its place.
She narrowed her eyes at the book binding and rolled her eyes. "Wrong spot, Malfoy."
He looked down at her. "Nice try."
He was bound to have a good view of her cleavage. The thought made her smirk. "Not trying anything here, Malfoy."
"This book should go under F."
"Yes, it should. But it should go under F in the Magical Theory section, not the Potions and Elixirs section."
He looked down at the book. "Oh. Oops."
She pursed her lips. "How many do you reckon you put wrong?"
He half-shrugged and began climbing down. "How many do you reckon I put on the shelves?"
She gaped. Was he serious? "Oh, come on, Malfoy! They can't all be wrong!"
"I don't really know, do I?"
"For crying out loud! You'd think you'd never used the library before!"
"Never in this way. Besides, weren't you supposed to supervise me?"
They had a glaring contest. Then after a few moments, Hermione lost her patience and threw up her hands. "Well, there's nothing to be done about it, is there? We have to go through every shelf to sort them out. It's probably sorely needed anyway."
He blanched slightly. "Tonight? It's already late."
"Yes, well, it'll be later since you just set us back."
"How much later? I have classes in the morning!"
"Half an hour. And you will turn up early on Friday." She felt extremely fair.
"Deal, I suppose."
She snorted and began climbing a ladder off to the left.
"What are you doing?" He actually looked confused.
"Do you honestly think you'll ever be done on your own?"
"Oh, so now you can help?"
"Don't be such a pain. I would've helped from the start if you hadn't annoyed me."
"Look at who does get off on her power..."
"Shut up and start sorting, Malfoo—oh!" She'd attempted to angrily turn while she spoke to him and it had made the ladder wobble dangerously.
Oh, how she hated heights even on the best of days. But she wasn't so much of a coward that she couldn't climb a damn ladder.
"Look out or you'll fall," he lazily said, leaning against a bookcase, merely watching her.
And they said chivalry was dead.
"Hold on to it!" she commanded, very conscious that it was wobbling a bit again.
"Isn't it a bit counter-productive if I'm only holding ladders?"
"No, I find it vastly more productive than you merely standing there."
He shrugged and came over to loosely hold on to the ladder. "I'm not catching you if you fall."
"Oh, you'll catch me," she replied. "Or you'll risk it going on your record that you were responsible for it."
"I'm not responsible for anything!" he indignantly said.
"Yeah, that's the conclusion people will jump to!"
He growled. "If that's how everyone will feel, then why don't I just—"
He didn't get to finish his sentence, because the unthinkable happened and her foot slipped. She wildly grasped for some kind of hold and was unfortunate enough to get it. With all of her weight yanking down on her wrist, she felt something give and then there was pain.