Drabbles

“Alright Granger, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Hermione sipped her Butterbeer as she waited for another uninspired question from the Slytherins around her. Given their reputation for secrets and cunning, the questions thus far had centered mostly about petty rule-breaking, and she’d relaxed into their company, confident that the game would remain tame without Seamus or Ginny’s influence.

Returning for Eighth Year had been a treat for her and a moderate punishment for them – to be withheld from their family’s estates and forced to return to the scene of their crimes or trauma. She’d felt vindicated by it in the beginning, watching them skulk around the castle they’d once marched through like princes and princesses, but the satisfaction had shifted to pity when she’d slowly begun to connect with them. Daphne and Theo first – two outsiders to the cause – and then Blaise, Pansy, and finally Malfoy. He’d been the hardest to win over and even now, seemed reserved and resistant to fully joining in. 

Hardly any of her Housemates had returned and so she’d inserted herself into the group of her remaining peers. Now, sitting around the Slytherin Common Room, she found herself quite comfortable in their company.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?” Blaise asked, lips curling into a grin. 

Uninspired, as expected, though she got a sense he was quite proud of himself for the daring of it. She checked her watch.

“Aw, got to go?” he teased.

“Hm?” She glanced up, counting back the hours in her head. “Oh, no. I was just checking: it’s been four hours, give or take a few minutes. Although that might have been my second to last…” She paused, thinking back. “...No, no I think that’s accurate. Four hours.”

“Second to last?” Daphne blurted, and Hermione turned toward the pretty blonde who sat at the far end of the sofa opposite the three boys. “Circe, how many have you had today?”

“Oi, not your turn,” interjected Blaise but Theo shushed him with a quick elbow to the side as he raised his glass for a drink.

Hermione tilted her head contemplatively. “Hmm…five and a half.”

Theo choked on his sip. “Five?” he spluttered, staring at her.

“And a half?” Blaise added, brows furrowing.

She took in their reactions with mounting curiosity. “Yes, five. And a half because I got a little too close while edging myself this morning, but I stopped before it really took hold so I don’t think it fully counted.”

On the couch beside Theo, Malfoy cleared his throat. The hollows of his cheeks were flushed a light rose and he was staring pointedly down into his Firewhiskey. She marked his body language with interest, but then Theo was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, and fixing her with a penetrating stare.

“Wait,” he said, “Wait, wait, wait. You’re claiming you’ve come essentially six times today? How? Why?”

“Exams are around the corner,” she said, slightly baffled by how baffled they all seemed to be. “Orgasms are excellent stress relief. Plus they feel incredible. Why wouldn’t I want them?”

“Okay…fair enough.” Theo cocked his head.

“But…they went long enough for you to come multiple times? How did the bloke possibly–” Blaise cut himself off, perhaps realizing the statement he was inadvertently making about himself. 

“There are ways to build your stamina up,” she told him kindly. “And for what it’s worth, most of my partnered orgasms aren’t from typical sex.”

She knew Hogwarts didn’t have any sort of formal – or informal – sexual education courses but judging by the looks given to her from all sides, she was suddenly quite worried that no one was doing any supplemental reading of their own, let alone practical experimentation. She could feel the burden of education slowly settling itself on her shoulders, a sensation she was well accustomed to. 

“...and by typical sex, I mean penis in vagina,” she said slowly. “Or, if you prefer less clinical vernacular, cock in cunt. Or you can just call it penetrative sex, which also allows for a more inclusive definition since it includes anal sex, whether hetero- or homosexual in nature.”

“Merlin and Morgana, Granger,” Pansy griped, crossing her legs at the knee and bumping Hermione’s shin with her foot in the process.

Hermione held up a hand in a peacekeeping gesture, pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged on the sofa to give Pansy more room. “I’m just trying to answer thoroughly.”

“No one would ever accuse you of brevity,” Pansy muttered at the same time Theo asked, “But who gave them to you?” 

Hermione elected to respond to Theo, since he at least was being inquisitive. His brows were knit, as if she’d begun speaking another language and he was doing his best to follow along. 

“I gave them to myself,” she replied, like it was obvious, and then, because the boys on the couch were all staring at her like dumbstruck fools, she turned to the girls beside her. “Sometimes those are the best, aren’t they?” she said conspiratorially, winking.

They looked just as nonplussed as the boys. 

She deflated slightly, but it was their prerogative if they didn’t want to touch themselves, so she tried to loop them back into the conversation if they felt more comfortable receiving pleasure from someone else.

“Partnered ones are excellent, too, of course. It’s always wonderful when you find a person who’s sexually compatible with you, and even better when they’re willing to teach and be taught.”

Daphne shrugged an unenthused shoulder. Pansy sipped her drink. Ah. She gave them an understanding smile.

“Ron was dreadful to start as well,” she told them sympathetically. “But once we figured out what worked for us, it was really excellent. He’s very food motivated, if you know what I mean.”

The blank stares indicated that they did not. Just how sexually repressed were these Purebloods?

“He liked to eat?” she tried.

More blank faces. 

No humorous turns of phrase for them, then.

“He went down on me a lot,” she said plainly. 

When only Blaise made a sound of acknowledgement, she gasped. “No,” she said, aghast, mouth popping open as she gaped at Daphne and Pansy. “Circe, please tell me someone’s gone down on you before!”

Pansy pinched her lips together, looking prim, but Daphne was pink cheeked and a little awestruck. “You don’t mean…” She squirmed, nose wrinkling as she gestured to her lap. “There?”

Hermione nodded fervently. “I absolutely do. Merlin, I can’t believe you’ve never…gods, there’s nothing like having your clit sucked on.”

Malfoy slapped his thighs in a brisk, that’s-the-end-of-that gesture and made to stand up. “Alright.” It was the first word she’d heard from him since the game had begun. “I’m done.” 

His interjection reminded her of his connection to one of the tragically un-licked girls in front of her. “Oh no you don’t, Draco Malfoy,” she said, in her bossiest tone. “You are not excused – it seems you need this lesson most of all!”

His jaw clenched but he stayed seated. “Why’s that?” he drawled, going for unaffected, but his blush had deepened and begun to spread down his neck. 

Hermione gestured with an open palm at Pansy. “Why am I learning that your girlfriend has never had her cunt licked?”

“Salazar’s fucking tits, Granger,” Pansy protested. “Leave him out of it.” 

“Why?” Hermione demanded, turning to her. “Don’t you want him to learn?” When Pansy’s mouth cinched into that small line again – something Hermione took for begrudging agreement – she turned a contemplative gaze on Malfoy. “I’m sure he’d be adequate at it.”

“Adequate,” Malfoy repeated, offended, but she hummed and turned back to Pansy. 

“It’s really not hard, and he’s always been good in class. I’m sure he’d manage well enough – though you’d need to be clear with him about what feels good. They really need all the help they can get in that department, to no fault of their own. Feedback is essential both ways, actually.” 

“I don’t–” Pansy spluttered, but then huffed and tried again with more composure. “We’re not dating, actually, so him learning things wouldn’t affect me at all. He can go, for all I care.”

Hermione felt her brows lift up. “You’re not dating? But I caught you snogging in the corridor two nights ago.”

Pansy eyed her for a long moment then flicked her gaze to the side. Hermione followed it to see Malfoy glaring daggers at Pansy. Pansy made a little hum of acknowledgement and when Hermione looked at her again, she was smiling a private smile.

“We’re just sexually frustrated,” Pansy said. “Though, not for each other.”