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“Aren’t we all a little too old to learn about the birds and the bees?” Ron grumbled as he dropped himself down onto his stool, the class slowly filtering in behind him. Hermione didn’t very often agree with much Ron had to say, but she could agree with him on this one.
Returning for their mandatory 8th year, she wasn’t the only one shocked to find a sex education class listed down on their timetables. Considering they were all 18 years old, and well into the age of consent, she felt it a little futile to impose such a class on them all and take away from prospective valuable learning time. Nevertheless, she thought the boys in her class could use a lesson or two in the art of pleasuring a woman. Since she came out of the war fairly unscathed, she had spent the summer doing everything she had feared she may never get to do, and that included having sex. And lots of it. From her research (yes she had created an in depth spreadsheet comparing each man’s finger, tongue and cock techniques), she found that most men had absolutely no idea of the inner workings of a vagina. It seemed they barely even knew how to use their own genitals. Most couldn’t tell the clitoris from the mons pubis, and fondling around with the latter really just didn’t do it for her.
“Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two Ronald” Lavender snarked as she brushed past him to her seat. Case in point.
“Okay class, please take your seats” Professor Graham spoke as she waked around the classroom, handing each of them a different vegetable. Professor Graham was new to the faculty that year. She was a younger teacher whose blonde hair fell in waves down her back, her glasses perched high on her petite frame. It was either going to be a blessing or a curse having such an attractive professor teaching sex education, but they would find out soon enough.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering why this particular subject has been intertwined with your timetables” she continued to speak as she handed a small square packet to each pair “Considering you all have had a pretty bad run the past few years, Professor McGonagall felt you all most likely missed out on a fair few basic life lessons. One of those being sex education-Yes, Mr.Malfoy?”
“For those of us that aren’t embarrassingly virgins, can we have this as a free period?”
Although she couldn’t see his face, only the back of his head, she could just envision the smirk that was playing at the corners of his mouth. If she had hoped that recent events would’ve knocked his ego down a block or two, she was sorely mistaken.
“Unfortunately not Mr.Malfoy” her voice was stern as she handed his pair their small square packet “Sex Education is not simply about having sex. It teaches you the importance of being safe and making correct choices when it comes to your sexual health!”
Professor Graham waltzed back towards her desk, and Hermione clocked a few of the boys wandering gazes land on their professor’s backside. Ron included.
“Speaking of being safe, our first task of the lesson” she held up a cucumber in one hand, and a condom in the other “How to apply a condom correctly. Show of hands if anyone in this room knows how to correctly and safely apply a condom?”
Hermione’s hand raised before she even realised, ignoring the way Ron let out a rather unsavoury squawk. She looked around the room to find she was the only female with her hand raised. She wasn’t embarrassed, far from it, she was more so concerned that not one other female classmate knew how to safely use male protection. She watched as Malfoy spun around in his seat as most of the classes attention fell upon her.
“I’m pretty sure you can’t read about this sort of thing Granger” he chuckled, his brow raising at her in jest.
“Who’s to say where I learnt this information from Malfoy?” She quipped back. She undid the condom on her desk and pinched the tip over her cucumber, rolling the condom down in one smooth swoop “Oh, look, extra small, this must be from your stash”
The class erupted into laughter, but Malfoy was no longer laughing. The smirk that had been on his face before had been wiped away, his expression unreadable as he just burned holes in her face. She of course knew what his brain was trying to figure out, what the whole class was trying to figure out. Swotty, goody two shoes Hermione Granger knows how to use a condom. If she could do that, what else can she do?
“Okay class, let’s return our attention to our own props and give it a go!” Professor Graham spoke “10 points to Gryffindor for a perfect demonstration Miss.Granger!”
She spent the remainder of the time helping Ron and Harry put their condoms on the cucumber, much to Ron’s embarrassment. He had reassured Hermione he knew exactly what he was doing, but when he put the condom on inside out, she had to take over. Merlin forbid Ronald Weasley be walking around life not knowing how to put on his own condom. There would be ginger haired sprogs sprouting up all over the place, and nobody wanted that. Class finally came to an end, and as everyone else quickly filtered out of the classroom and away from their now tainted vegetables, her Professor called her to stay behind.
“Miss Granger, does Mr.Malfoy give you trouble often?” She asked as she took her seat behind her desk.
“Oh, erm, I’m used to him by now. Most of the time I just ignore him” she shrugged her bag onto her shoulder further. Malfoy’s taunts had stopped bothering her by third year, and she soon realised that the best way to get back at him was to completely ignore him when he threw insults her way. But sometimes, like earlier, it was just too much fun to put him in his place.
“Well, if he continues to be a disturbance to you I will intervene, okay?” She smiled as she began shuffling through her papers. Hermione took this as her cue to leave, spinning on her heel “One more thing, before you go. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for being sex positive Miss Granger, it is a blessing in this day and age that women can present themselves as such! Never shy away from your thoughts and your feelings”
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The hallway was completely empty as she left the classroom, most students clearly back in their dorms or down at the Great Hall. Putting a slippery condom on a cucumber had really thrown her appetite out the window, so she began heading towards the common room. Her footsteps echoed along the tiles, but as she listened closely she didn’t think she was the only person in the hallway anymore. The shallow breathing that crept up on her was what alerted her to another presence, but before she had time to spin around to face them, a rough hand was fisting into her hair and throwing her against the wall. Her face was mashed against the cold tile wall, her breathing coming out hard and fast as she tried to fight off the perpetrator. The whole length of their body was pressed firmly against her back, their leg pressed in between hers and their hands grappling her against the wall. She was helpless, defenceless, but she still tried damn hard to shove whoever this was off of her.
“You think you’re all tough now Granger?” Malfoy’s voice spat in her ear, and she felt several sprays of his spit hit the side of her face “Think you can embarrass me like that in front of everyone? You think a filthy fucking mudblood like you has any right to speak to me like that?”
He took both her wrists into one hand, the other smushing her face even further into the wall. Her cries for help were weak as her lips pressed together, making it nearly impossible to speak.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t force you to your knees and apologise?” He snarled, his lips brushing against her skin “You’d probably like that though, wouldn’t you? Do you want to get to on your pretty knees for me Granger?”
A whimper was all she could manage, and she wanted to combust on the spot when her back arched slightly into his touch. Fucking hell, she was enjoying this. Here Malfoy was, threatening her, and her knickers were soaked. What the fuck was wrong with her? The grip on her wrists disappeared, and so did the warmth from his body. She slumped to the ground, catching her breath as she looked up at him through her lashes. The look he was giving her was filled with obscene hatred, anger, and…lust. His pupils were blown out, the black over taking his usual slate grey eyes. He was breathing hard and heavy, his hands clenching and unclenching by his side. Without another word, he stormed off back down the hallway, his footsteps echoing as a rapid pace away from her. She sat there for a few moments, scolding herself for the way her body had reacted, but that hadn’t stopped her from dipping her fingers down her knickers as soon as she was in the comfort of her own bed, thinking about Malfoy’s hands on her body.