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hpkinkfestTitle: A Dangerous Game
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Prompt Number: #138 submitted byldymusyc
Kink Showcased: Verbal humiliation
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Summary: When Hermione tries to get Draco’s attention, she ends up getting a lot more than she bargained for.
Warnings: Verbal humiliation, D/s elements, solo(f), brief mention of spanking and bondage.
Word Count: 4903
Author's Notes:ldymusyc, I hope I did your prompt justice. I used the verbal humiliation a bit sparingly, but it’s all in there, I promise! Thanks to amethyst18, bunney, and dianoram for the fabulous beta job. And thanks to the mods for running this show – it’s been a blast!
It was just a little harmless flirting.
At least that’s what Hermione told herself as she smiled alluringly at Blaise Zabini and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. Under the guise of sipping her champagne, her eyes darted to the other side of the room, where Draco was engaged in business discussions with the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She caught him watching her intently, and the moment he saw her looking at him, he diverted his gaze with apparent indifference. But the brief flash in his eyes told Hermione he was feeling far from indifferent about the fact that she was currently having a cozy conversation with his old school friend.
She decided to step up the game. As Blaise finished telling her a joke, she laughed and let her hand linger for just a moment on his arm. It didn’t take long for Draco to end his conversation with the Ministry official and make his way over to her side. When he wrapped one arm possessively around her waist, it took a great deal of effort for her to refrain from grinning in triumph.
“It’s about time you joined the party, Malfoy,” Blaise said as he shook Draco’s hand in greeting. “Although I did enjoy having your girlfriend all to myself for a little while.”
“I wouldn’t get used to it, Zabini,” Draco said lightly. “You know I've never been good at sharing.”
“Yes, and what a shame, too.” Blaise’s brown eyes flicked appreciatively over Hermione’s figure, and she could feel Draco’s grip on her waist tighten.
In retrospect, maybe she had gone a bit too far with the dress. While she wouldn’t call it inappropriate attire for a Ministry function, it was definitely more risqué than the classy black outfits she usually wore. The dress was floor-length scarlet satin that clung to her curves like a caress. It had a tasteful neckline that revealed only a little cleavage, but it was the back of the gown that was the real showstopper. It was cut much lower than anything she had ever worn in public before, baring her back to the base of her spine.
“Well, it’s been a long day,” Draco said, addressing her now. “Would you mind if we turn in early tonight?”
Hermione let out a small sigh, pretending to be disappointed at the prospect of leaving the party and Blaise’s company.
“Yes, I suppose it would be all right if we left.”
Blaise glanced at his gold wristwatch.
“Leaving already? It’s not even nine o’clock yet!” Then he seemed to realize Draco’s true motive for going home early, and a sly grin stole across his face. “Right. Well, you two have a good night’s sleep.”
“Oh, I’m sure we will,” Draco said with a smirk, tugging Hermione towards the door. As she said her good-byes to Blaise, she noticed the dark look in Draco’s eyes, and knew she was in big trouble.
She could hardly wait to see what her punishment would be.
After Draco had returned them to their shared flat via Side-Along Apparition, he remained still for a few moments, holding Hermione close. Then, to her surprise and disappointment, he pulled away and strode casually in the direction of their bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Going to bed. I told you I was tired, didn’t I?”
“But –”
“But what?” Draco asked, arching one golden eyebrow in her direction. “Did you have something else in mind?”
Hermione noticed the slight twitch of his lips that indicated he was amused about something. In the year that they had been dating, she had learned to read his facial expressions well. She realized that he knew exactly what she wanted, but he was going to make her beg for it. Well, two could play at that game…
“No, nothing at all,” she replied.
She followed Draco into their bedroom, where he stretched, yawned, and kicked off his shoes. Hermione watched him out of the corner of her eye as she slipped off her high heels and flexed her feet to work out the kinks. Her heart sank as she began to think that maybe Draco really did have no other plans for the evening than to go to bed early. She tried to hide her disappointment as she headed over to their adjacent bathroom.
Hermione looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and sighed. Over the past month, Draco had been immersed in his work, staying late hours at the office and often bringing paperwork home. She knew he was up for promotion next month, and she had understood his need to put in some extra time and effort on the job. He had been equally understanding with her when she was working towards a promotion in the Department of Magical Creatures earlier that year.
But Hermione was tired of the effect Draco’s work was having on their love life. Lately, he collapsed into bed from exhaustion without giving her the physical attention she had grown accustomed to in their relationship. She didn’t want to be selfish or needy, but she also couldn’t help feeling neglected, and desperate times called for desperate measures. She had hoped that by wearing the sexy dress Ginny had helped her pick out, and being flirtatious at the Ministry party, she would manage to capture his attention for the evening. Apparently, she’d been wrong.
With another sigh, Hermione removed the pins that held her hair in place, allowing the chestnut curls to spill loose around her shoulders. Then she reached up to remove her simple gold necklace from around her neck. Suddenly, she hesitated, a grin tugging at her lips as she thought of a new plan.
“Draco, can you come here for a second?” she called out. She could hear his footsteps approaching from the bedroom and then he was there in the doorway, looking at her expectantly. She noticed that he had already removed his dress robes, and was now wearing only his button-down shirt, tie, and trousers.
“What is it?” he asked impatiently.
“I can’t seem to unfasten my necklace. Will you help me?”
Draco let out a huff of annoyance as he stalked across the bathroom to stand behind her. With one hand, he swept her curls up off her neck, while he used his other hand to pluck at the clasp of her necklace. Hermione could feel his hot breath graze her neck and upper back; she shivered, feeling goose bumps break out across her flesh.
Draco slid the necklace off of her neck and paused when he noticed her reaction. In the mirror, she could see his grey eyes darken once more, and she shifted backwards slightly, trying to bring her body in contact with his. To her great disappointment, he stepped away from her, depriving her of his heat.
She spun around to face him.
“Draco,” she began, but at the calculated look on his face, she fell silent. He was planning something, and the thought made her feel both nervous and excited.
“Turn around,” he said suddenly. “Turn around and hold onto the sink with both hands. Don’t speak until I ask you to.”
At his low and commanding tone, Hermione shivered once more. She hesitated for just a moment, unsure if she wanted to proceed.
Draco had certainly expanded her horizons when it came to sex, and she had tried many things she had never dreamed of doing with her previous boyfriends, including toys, role-playing, and even a little light bondage. However, while Draco often took the lead in their lovemaking, he had never before sought to have true dominance over her. And Hermione was not one to willingly give up control of a situation.
When she noticed the challenging look on Draco’s face, her decision was made. She trusted him, and knew he wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Besides, if she backed down now, he would win, and that was simply not an acceptable outcome to this little game of theirs.
Without further hesitation, Hermione turned around and gripped the basin of the pedestal sink with both hands. She watched in the mirror as Draco undid the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing a strip of pale skin. Then he unfastened his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, baring long, lean forearms with a light dusting of golden hairs. Hermione restrained herself from gasping in delight at the sight of them. As silly as it sounded, she had always found Draco’s hands and arms to be incredibly sexy, and she knew the idea amused him to no end.
When he took off his tie, she darted a glance over her shoulder, and wondered if he planned to bind her wrists with it. Seeming to read her mind, he shook his head and tossed the garment aside.
“Later,” he growled. “Right now I want your hands free.”
Free for what? she wondered. But she stopped herself from asking the question out loud, since she was supposed to remain silent unless asked to speak. She may never have played the role of a submissive before, but no one could accuse Hermione Granger of being a slow learner.
Draco stepped up behind her again, close enough that she could feel his warmth, but still maintaining a small gap between them. He leaned in so that his lips were almost brushing her ear and said, “You’ve been a naughty girl this evening, Granger. So naughty, I think you need to be punished.”
Hermione whimpered and clutched the bathroom sink so tightly, she was surprised the porcelain didn’t crack. She didn’t understand how Draco did it - how he could make her so turned on before he had even touched her. It was unusual for him to call her by her surname these days, but there was something so undeniably sexy about the way he said it, that she had no desire to complain about the sudden change.
When Draco lightly trailed his fingertips down her back, following the path of her spine, her eyes fell closed as she lost herself in the sensation. Then, without warning, he smacked her bottom hard enough for her eyes to snap open, and her hips to jerk forward in surprise.
“Keep your eyes open,” he said roughly, as he trailed his hand down her back once more. “Now, spread your legs like the little slut you are.”
Hermione obeyed so quickly, she would have thought he cast an Imperius.
“Wider,” Draco ordered, and she spread her legs wider still, grateful she was able to brace herself against the sink.
Finally, Draco closed the scant distance between them, pressing against her so that she could feel his shirt buttons digging into her bare back. She sighed at the sensation of his muscular chest against her back, as his hardness pushed into her softness. Then his hands were at her hips, tugging at the material of her dress so that the skirt was lifted up, little by little. First, her knees were uncovered, and then her thighs, while Draco’s hands swept along her bared legs.
When his hands reached the end of their journey and discovered that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, he let out a soft grunt of surprise. Hermione was pleased that she had caught him off-guard, but he recovered quickly, and schooled his expression into indifference once more.
“You really are a filthy little Mudblood, aren’t you?” he breathed, as he cupped her bare arse in his hands.
It surprised Hermione that she didn’t take much offense at Draco’s words, but there was no real menace in them. And strangely, instead of anger, they ignited an entirely different feeling within her.
“Please, Draco,” she pleaded. She wiggled her bum backwards to brush along the hard length of his cock, which was still encased in his trousers. In response, he slapped her bottom once more, just hard enough for it to sting and cause the blood to rush to her skin.
“I said no talking. If you can’t accept your punishment in a proper manner, then I’ll just have to punish you even harder, won’t I?”
Hermione restrained herself from responding, and Draco hummed his approval at her silence. He rewarded her obedience by pushing down one strap of her dress and dragging his lips along her bare shoulder, the crook of her neck, and the shell of her ear. When he caught her earlobe in between his lips and gave it a gentle tug, Hermione had to work very hard at keeping her eyes from falling closed in pleasure. As it was, she couldn’t restrain herself from whimpering once more, and rocking her hips against the sink basin in search of some way to release the tension that was building between her legs.
“Look at you, all riled up like a bitch in heat,” Draco murmured, as his mouth continued to do wicked things to her neck. “I’m surprised you didn’t hump Zabini’s leg at the party, while you were at it.”
Hermione sensed a bit of genuine anger in his tone and shook her head in wordless protest. His grey eyes narrowed in disbelief.
“No?” he asked. “You mean you weren’t trying to seduce Zabini? Then how do you explain the flirting? Your lack of knickers? This ridiculous dress?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, trying to convey her annoyance without words.
“You may speak now,” he said.
“I was just trying to get your attention.”
“Well, you have my undivided attention now, Granger. I can promise you that.”
The anger in his voice seemed to have lessened considerably. Still, when he stepped back to withdraw his wand, Hermione licked her lips in nervous anticipation of what he was going to do with it.
“Diffindo,” he murmured, and ran the tip of his wand down the seam of her dress, ripping the satin garment in two.
Hermione clamped her mouth shut to smother a cry of protest as her expensive red gown fell to the floor in two pieces. She was left staring at her naked figure in the large mirror, while Draco remained fully clothed behind her. It made her feel exposed, and even more vulnerable than she was before, which she knew was his intention.
Now that Draco’s revenge on her dress was complete, he studied her body’s reflection in the mirror. His eyes traversed the curve of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and finally lingered on the thatch of brown curls at the apex of her thighs. When his gaze flicked back up to her face, his eyes were as black as coals, and every bit as heated.
“Play with yourself,” he commanded. He looped one arm around her waist to steady her, so that she could release her grip on the bathroom sink. “Play with your breasts.”
Hermione swallowed hard and then obeyed, palming her breasts with both hands.
“That’s it,” Draco purred, watching intently as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. After a few minutes, he added, “Now, touch your clit.” She could feel his grip on her waist tighten when she hesitated to do what he asked of her. So, she bit her lip and dropped one hand down to circle the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Oh!” she gasped, as a jolt of pleasure surged through her body, radiating out from the place where she was now touching herself. She wondered if Draco would punish her for her exclamation, but he was so entranced with the sight of her pleasuring herself, he didn’t even seem to notice. Instead, he brought his free hand up to cup the breast she had abandoned.
Hermione was mesmerized by the sight of Draco’s hand – the long fingers kneading her flesh, while the ropy muscles of his forearm rippled beneath the skin. She sped up the pace of her strokes, bringing herself closer and closer to climax as she awaited his next command.
“Stick one finger in your cunt,” he demanded. She stopped circling her clit and slipped one finger into her slick folds, but she still felt as if she needed something more.
“Add a second finger,” he said, as if he had foreseen her need. She could have sworn she heard him bite back a moan when she obeyed, but when he spoke again, his voice was level and controlled. “Now, fuck yourself with your fingers. That’s a good girl.”
As she pumped her fingers in and out, Hermione turned her head to the side in embarrassment, unable to look at her reflection any longer. It wasn’t as if she had never masturbated before. She had done it plenty of times in private, and even in front of Draco, whenever she wanted to bring herself off faster during sex. But never before had she actually been forced to watch.
Suddenly, Draco relinquished his grasp on her breast and cupped her chin, gently turning her head to face the mirror once more.
“Look,” he rasped. “I want you to see.”
So, she looked.
Hermione didn’t exactly know what he wanted her to see. She had seen her naked body in the mirror many times - had secretly scrutinized it as she looked for flaws. But the image she saw before her now was surprisingly arousing. Her hair fell loose and wild around her shoulders, her skin was flushed and glowing with perspiration, and her eyes were dilated with pleasure. She looked almost…
“Beautiful,” Draco whispered, as he reached up to cup her breasts once more. He was staring at the place where her fingers were moving rhythmically in and out, and the expression on his face - a mixture of awe and barely restrained need - pushed Hermione even closer to the edge. The sensation was starting to burn low in her abdomen, and she was so close…so very close…
“Stop,” Draco said suddenly. Hermione let out a groan of disappointment as she forced her hand to still its movements. When she hesitated to remove it completely, Draco chuckled, gently tugged her fingers away from her core, and brought them to his lips.
Hermione watched in the mirror as Draco licked her juices from her fingers, his tongue making slow, sinuous movements as he savored the taste. If he didn’t look so damn sexy doing it, she would have berated him for making her stop just when she was about to come. She fervently hoped he would let her find release at some point in all of this. If he didn’t, it would be a cruel punishment indeed.
When he had finished licking her fingers clean, Draco buried one hand in her curls, pulled her head back, and brought his lips crashing against hers. Hermione could taste her arousal on his lips, and the flavor mingled with the glass of scotch he had drunk at the party to form an intoxicating mixture on her tongue. He made no attempt to be gentle as he plundered her mouth with his lips, teeth, and tongue, taking what he wanted from her, and leaving her breathless with want. She moaned into his mouth and rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy her need for further stimulation.
Finally, Draco ended the kiss and drew back to study her face.
“Tell me what you want,” he said in a low voice. Hermione licked her swollen lips and tried forcing her voice to work again.
“I want…I want you fuck me, Draco.”
“Do you?” Draco’s eyes took on a mischievous glint that made him look like sin personified. With slow, deliberate movements, he unzipped his trousers and pushed down the front of his boxers.
“Yes,” Hermione hissed, the moment she saw his cock spring free.
“Beg.”
“What? You can’t be serious.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Is there anything about my actions this evening that’s led you to believe I’m not being serious?” he growled. Before Hermione could answer, he grasped her hips and yanked her backwards so that she was pressed tightly against him. He brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit down for a week. You’re going to ride my cock like a whore, and scream like one, too. But first, you’re going to beg for it.”
He began teasing her by dragging the tip of his cock along her slit, but whenever Hermione tried to push against him, he would shift out of reach. She hissed in frustration, trying to think of a way to get what she wanted without having to beg for it. She refused to beg. She couldn’t let him win. But her brain was reduced to a mindless jumble of need, need, want, want, and her body was screaming for her to surrender.
“Do it, Granger. Beg me to fuck you.”
Draco’s voice was gravelly, and she could tell that he was barely holding onto his own restraint. If she could only break him first... But then his cock brushed tantalizingly close once again, causing a violent shudder to run through her body, and she had no choice but to give in.
“I’m begging you, Draco. For God’s sake, I’ll do anything. Just please fuck me. Please, please, please, please, please…”
With one powerful thrust, he surged into her, and she let out a yelp that was equal parts pleasure and surprise at being so suddenly and completely filled. She was standing on the balls of her feet to make up for the height discrepancy between them, and so, feeling a bit like a contortionist, she reached up to wrap her arms around Draco’s neck to keep her balance. She had never had sex in this particular position before, and while it was hardly comfortable, it allowed Draco to stroke just the right spot inside her, and set off such powerful jolts of sensation, that she thought she could happily stand this way for all eternity.
When Draco began to steadily rock his hips against her, it was Nirvana. No longer embarrassed to look, Hermione stared in the mirror, where she could watch him enter her again and again, and the sight only served to heighten her pleasure. Watching her and Draco make love was like being a voyeur and an exhibitionist at the same time.
“Watch,” he rasped, and she saw that his attention, too, was riveted to the place where their bodies joined. “Watch me fuck you.”
He reached down with one hand and used his fingers to spread her open, giving both of them a better view of his glistening cock as it continued to penetrate her swollen flesh. It was the most erotic thing Hermione had ever seen.
“Tell me, do you think Blaise Zabini could have made you feel like this?” Draco snarled between thrusts. When she didn’t answer immediately, he swiveled his hips, making her cry out at the new sensations the movement created. “Answer me, Granger! Would Zabini have made you feel this way? Or Weasley, or your precious Potter?”
“N-no, just you,” Hermione gasped. “Harder,” she pleaded, “faster.”
For the first time that evening, Draco actually obeyed her. Tightening his grip on her hips, to the point where Hermione was sure she would have the black-and-blue marks of his hands on her flesh, he began thrusting even harder than before. Each time, she was almost lifted off of her feet as he literally impaled her on his cock.
“Mine,” he hissed into her ear, “Say it!”
“I’m yours, Draco. Please…don’t stop.”
Draco growled possessively and nipped at her neck, almost as if he were trying to mark her as his. She was drowning in sensations – the heat of Draco’s body pressed against her back, the steady pumping of his cock, the burn of his lips against her throat. Hermione groaned and arched her back at the sensory overload, feeling herself drawn as tight as a string. Then, suddenly, the string snapped, and she was writhing in Draco’s arms. His jaw tightened as he tried to hold back his own climax, but it was useless.
“Scream,” he choked out. “Scream for me, you stubborn little bint.”
And so she did. Hermione screamed so loudly, she was surprised the mirror didn’t shatter into a million pieces, just as she was about to do. This time, Draco was unable to restrain himself from moaning as he felt her tighten and contract around him, and he soon joined her in her release.
Every ounce of Hermione’s body pulsed with intense pleasure, and when the sensation ebbed, her legs finally gave out. She pitched forward, but Draco caught her just in time to prevent her from dashing her head on the sink.
“Whoa, easy there,” he murmured. He sank to his knees on the bathroom floor, cradling her in his lap.
Hermione was shaking from head to toe, and her eyes fell closed as she tried to sort out her scrambled thoughts. She could feel the zipper of Draco’s trousers digging into her arse, and the trickle of his seed running down her thighs, but everything else was a blur. Then he was lifting her in his arms, and a few moments later, she felt herself being gently deposited on the bed. She heard Draco mutter a cleansing spell to remove the wetness from between her legs, and then she felt the bed shift as he crawled over to her side.
“Hermione? Hermione, are you all right?”
She opened her eyes and blinked blearily up into Draco’s concerned face. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he had removed the rest of his clothes.
“You ruined my dress,” she finally managed to mumble. Draco chuckled and lied down on the bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist to draw her close.
“I’ll buy you a new dress – a plain one that covers you from head to toe and won’t make me want to challenge Blaise Zabini to a wizard’s duel.” He was silent for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, and when he turned to her again, his expression was grim. “You played a dangerous game tonight, Hermione.”
Hermione sighed and reached up to sweep his damp hair off of his face.
“I’m sorry, Draco. It’s just…I know you’ve been busy at work, but you’ve been so distant lately, and I missed you. I thought that, you being a former Slytherin, it might be better for me to-”
“To use underhanded and manipulative methods to get my attention?” Draco finished for her. His expression eased into one of amusement. “You should know better than to play games with a Slytherin. You’ll quickly find yourself in over your head.”
Suddenly, he rolled over so that he was kneeling upright and straddling her hips. Then he bent down to capture her mouth in a kiss that was much gentler than the brutal one they had shared earlier.
“I promise to lighten up about work,” he said, as he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “But only if you promise that next time, you’ll just tell me what you’re feeling rather than playing mind games with me. I may be a former Slytherin, but I’m still a bloke, and even I can’t understand your subtle, girly methods of trying to get a point across.”
“I promise,” Hermione whispered, smiling up at him. He returned her smile with a cocky grin of his own.
“So,” he said, “do you admit defeat?”
Hermione frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, this little game you played with me this evening – do you admit I won it?”
“Absolutely not!” she protested. “We never set any terms for victory and I-”
“Come on, I had you begging for my cock in less than five minutes,” Draco drawled.
“It was not five minutes, you cocky git. Ten, maybe…”
“If you’d like, we can get a Pensieve, and replay my memories as evidence.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Hermione said through gritted teeth, even though she strongly suspected that he would be reviewing the evening’s events in a Pensieve the next chance he got. She knew she would be tempted to relive her own memories of that racy encounter for years to come. “Fine,” she snapped. “You won the game. Happy now?”
“Very,” Draco replied, his grin widening.
With a wandless Accio, he summoned his tie from where he had discarded it on the bathroom floor. It came floating through the air and into his outstretched hand, and before Hermione could react, he swiftly bound her wrists with the silk material and lashed them to the wrought-iron headboard. To the inquisitive look on her face, he responded with a gloating smirk and began peppering her breasts and stomach with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
“You know what they say,” he murmured, as his mouth traveled further down the length of her body. “To the victor go the spoils.”
Then, Draco buried his face in between her legs, causing Hermione’s hips to jerk off the bed as she tugged at her restraints and bit her lip to stifle a moan. Before he could send her rocketing off into mindless bliss once more, she came to a startling conclusion that made the competitive, Gryffindor aspect of her personality quail.
Hermione decided that – in the bedroom, at least – it would pay for her to lose to Draco more often.
Author:
atalanta84Prompt Number: #138 submitted by
ldymusycKink Showcased: Verbal humiliation
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Summary: When Hermione tries to get Draco’s attention, she ends up getting a lot more than she bargained for.
Warnings: Verbal humiliation, D/s elements, solo(f), brief mention of spanking and bondage.
Word Count: 4903
Author's Notes:
ldymusyc, I hope I did your prompt justice. I used the verbal humiliation a bit sparingly, but it’s all in there, I promise! Thanks to amethyst18, bunney, and dianoram for the fabulous beta job. And thanks to the mods for running this show – it’s been a blast!It was just a little harmless flirting.
At least that’s what Hermione told herself as she smiled alluringly at Blaise Zabini and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. Under the guise of sipping her champagne, her eyes darted to the other side of the room, where Draco was engaged in business discussions with the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She caught him watching her intently, and the moment he saw her looking at him, he diverted his gaze with apparent indifference. But the brief flash in his eyes told Hermione he was feeling far from indifferent about the fact that she was currently having a cozy conversation with his old school friend.
She decided to step up the game. As Blaise finished telling her a joke, she laughed and let her hand linger for just a moment on his arm. It didn’t take long for Draco to end his conversation with the Ministry official and make his way over to her side. When he wrapped one arm possessively around her waist, it took a great deal of effort for her to refrain from grinning in triumph.
“It’s about time you joined the party, Malfoy,” Blaise said as he shook Draco’s hand in greeting. “Although I did enjoy having your girlfriend all to myself for a little while.”
“I wouldn’t get used to it, Zabini,” Draco said lightly. “You know I've never been good at sharing.”
“Yes, and what a shame, too.” Blaise’s brown eyes flicked appreciatively over Hermione’s figure, and she could feel Draco’s grip on her waist tighten.
In retrospect, maybe she had gone a bit too far with the dress. While she wouldn’t call it inappropriate attire for a Ministry function, it was definitely more risqué than the classy black outfits she usually wore. The dress was floor-length scarlet satin that clung to her curves like a caress. It had a tasteful neckline that revealed only a little cleavage, but it was the back of the gown that was the real showstopper. It was cut much lower than anything she had ever worn in public before, baring her back to the base of her spine.
“Well, it’s been a long day,” Draco said, addressing her now. “Would you mind if we turn in early tonight?”
Hermione let out a small sigh, pretending to be disappointed at the prospect of leaving the party and Blaise’s company.
“Yes, I suppose it would be all right if we left.”
Blaise glanced at his gold wristwatch.
“Leaving already? It’s not even nine o’clock yet!” Then he seemed to realize Draco’s true motive for going home early, and a sly grin stole across his face. “Right. Well, you two have a good night’s sleep.”
“Oh, I’m sure we will,” Draco said with a smirk, tugging Hermione towards the door. As she said her good-byes to Blaise, she noticed the dark look in Draco’s eyes, and knew she was in big trouble.
She could hardly wait to see what her punishment would be.
After Draco had returned them to their shared flat via Side-Along Apparition, he remained still for a few moments, holding Hermione close. Then, to her surprise and disappointment, he pulled away and strode casually in the direction of their bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Going to bed. I told you I was tired, didn’t I?”
“But –”
“But what?” Draco asked, arching one golden eyebrow in her direction. “Did you have something else in mind?”
Hermione noticed the slight twitch of his lips that indicated he was amused about something. In the year that they had been dating, she had learned to read his facial expressions well. She realized that he knew exactly what she wanted, but he was going to make her beg for it. Well, two could play at that game…
“No, nothing at all,” she replied.
She followed Draco into their bedroom, where he stretched, yawned, and kicked off his shoes. Hermione watched him out of the corner of her eye as she slipped off her high heels and flexed her feet to work out the kinks. Her heart sank as she began to think that maybe Draco really did have no other plans for the evening than to go to bed early. She tried to hide her disappointment as she headed over to their adjacent bathroom.
Hermione looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and sighed. Over the past month, Draco had been immersed in his work, staying late hours at the office and often bringing paperwork home. She knew he was up for promotion next month, and she had understood his need to put in some extra time and effort on the job. He had been equally understanding with her when she was working towards a promotion in the Department of Magical Creatures earlier that year.
But Hermione was tired of the effect Draco’s work was having on their love life. Lately, he collapsed into bed from exhaustion without giving her the physical attention she had grown accustomed to in their relationship. She didn’t want to be selfish or needy, but she also couldn’t help feeling neglected, and desperate times called for desperate measures. She had hoped that by wearing the sexy dress Ginny had helped her pick out, and being flirtatious at the Ministry party, she would manage to capture his attention for the evening. Apparently, she’d been wrong.
With another sigh, Hermione removed the pins that held her hair in place, allowing the chestnut curls to spill loose around her shoulders. Then she reached up to remove her simple gold necklace from around her neck. Suddenly, she hesitated, a grin tugging at her lips as she thought of a new plan.
“Draco, can you come here for a second?” she called out. She could hear his footsteps approaching from the bedroom and then he was there in the doorway, looking at her expectantly. She noticed that he had already removed his dress robes, and was now wearing only his button-down shirt, tie, and trousers.
“What is it?” he asked impatiently.
“I can’t seem to unfasten my necklace. Will you help me?”
Draco let out a huff of annoyance as he stalked across the bathroom to stand behind her. With one hand, he swept her curls up off her neck, while he used his other hand to pluck at the clasp of her necklace. Hermione could feel his hot breath graze her neck and upper back; she shivered, feeling goose bumps break out across her flesh.
Draco slid the necklace off of her neck and paused when he noticed her reaction. In the mirror, she could see his grey eyes darken once more, and she shifted backwards slightly, trying to bring her body in contact with his. To her great disappointment, he stepped away from her, depriving her of his heat.
She spun around to face him.
“Draco,” she began, but at the calculated look on his face, she fell silent. He was planning something, and the thought made her feel both nervous and excited.
“Turn around,” he said suddenly. “Turn around and hold onto the sink with both hands. Don’t speak until I ask you to.”
At his low and commanding tone, Hermione shivered once more. She hesitated for just a moment, unsure if she wanted to proceed.
Draco had certainly expanded her horizons when it came to sex, and she had tried many things she had never dreamed of doing with her previous boyfriends, including toys, role-playing, and even a little light bondage. However, while Draco often took the lead in their lovemaking, he had never before sought to have true dominance over her. And Hermione was not one to willingly give up control of a situation.
When she noticed the challenging look on Draco’s face, her decision was made. She trusted him, and knew he wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Besides, if she backed down now, he would win, and that was simply not an acceptable outcome to this little game of theirs.
Without further hesitation, Hermione turned around and gripped the basin of the pedestal sink with both hands. She watched in the mirror as Draco undid the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing a strip of pale skin. Then he unfastened his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, baring long, lean forearms with a light dusting of golden hairs. Hermione restrained herself from gasping in delight at the sight of them. As silly as it sounded, she had always found Draco’s hands and arms to be incredibly sexy, and she knew the idea amused him to no end.
When he took off his tie, she darted a glance over her shoulder, and wondered if he planned to bind her wrists with it. Seeming to read her mind, he shook his head and tossed the garment aside.
“Later,” he growled. “Right now I want your hands free.”
Free for what? she wondered. But she stopped herself from asking the question out loud, since she was supposed to remain silent unless asked to speak. She may never have played the role of a submissive before, but no one could accuse Hermione Granger of being a slow learner.
Draco stepped up behind her again, close enough that she could feel his warmth, but still maintaining a small gap between them. He leaned in so that his lips were almost brushing her ear and said, “You’ve been a naughty girl this evening, Granger. So naughty, I think you need to be punished.”
Hermione whimpered and clutched the bathroom sink so tightly, she was surprised the porcelain didn’t crack. She didn’t understand how Draco did it - how he could make her so turned on before he had even touched her. It was unusual for him to call her by her surname these days, but there was something so undeniably sexy about the way he said it, that she had no desire to complain about the sudden change.
When Draco lightly trailed his fingertips down her back, following the path of her spine, her eyes fell closed as she lost herself in the sensation. Then, without warning, he smacked her bottom hard enough for her eyes to snap open, and her hips to jerk forward in surprise.
“Keep your eyes open,” he said roughly, as he trailed his hand down her back once more. “Now, spread your legs like the little slut you are.”
Hermione obeyed so quickly, she would have thought he cast an Imperius.
“Wider,” Draco ordered, and she spread her legs wider still, grateful she was able to brace herself against the sink.
Finally, Draco closed the scant distance between them, pressing against her so that she could feel his shirt buttons digging into her bare back. She sighed at the sensation of his muscular chest against her back, as his hardness pushed into her softness. Then his hands were at her hips, tugging at the material of her dress so that the skirt was lifted up, little by little. First, her knees were uncovered, and then her thighs, while Draco’s hands swept along her bared legs.
When his hands reached the end of their journey and discovered that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, he let out a soft grunt of surprise. Hermione was pleased that she had caught him off-guard, but he recovered quickly, and schooled his expression into indifference once more.
“You really are a filthy little Mudblood, aren’t you?” he breathed, as he cupped her bare arse in his hands.
It surprised Hermione that she didn’t take much offense at Draco’s words, but there was no real menace in them. And strangely, instead of anger, they ignited an entirely different feeling within her.
“Please, Draco,” she pleaded. She wiggled her bum backwards to brush along the hard length of his cock, which was still encased in his trousers. In response, he slapped her bottom once more, just hard enough for it to sting and cause the blood to rush to her skin.
“I said no talking. If you can’t accept your punishment in a proper manner, then I’ll just have to punish you even harder, won’t I?”
Hermione restrained herself from responding, and Draco hummed his approval at her silence. He rewarded her obedience by pushing down one strap of her dress and dragging his lips along her bare shoulder, the crook of her neck, and the shell of her ear. When he caught her earlobe in between his lips and gave it a gentle tug, Hermione had to work very hard at keeping her eyes from falling closed in pleasure. As it was, she couldn’t restrain herself from whimpering once more, and rocking her hips against the sink basin in search of some way to release the tension that was building between her legs.
“Look at you, all riled up like a bitch in heat,” Draco murmured, as his mouth continued to do wicked things to her neck. “I’m surprised you didn’t hump Zabini’s leg at the party, while you were at it.”
Hermione sensed a bit of genuine anger in his tone and shook her head in wordless protest. His grey eyes narrowed in disbelief.
“No?” he asked. “You mean you weren’t trying to seduce Zabini? Then how do you explain the flirting? Your lack of knickers? This ridiculous dress?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, trying to convey her annoyance without words.
“You may speak now,” he said.
“I was just trying to get your attention.”
“Well, you have my undivided attention now, Granger. I can promise you that.”
The anger in his voice seemed to have lessened considerably. Still, when he stepped back to withdraw his wand, Hermione licked her lips in nervous anticipation of what he was going to do with it.
“Diffindo,” he murmured, and ran the tip of his wand down the seam of her dress, ripping the satin garment in two.
Hermione clamped her mouth shut to smother a cry of protest as her expensive red gown fell to the floor in two pieces. She was left staring at her naked figure in the large mirror, while Draco remained fully clothed behind her. It made her feel exposed, and even more vulnerable than she was before, which she knew was his intention.
Now that Draco’s revenge on her dress was complete, he studied her body’s reflection in the mirror. His eyes traversed the curve of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and finally lingered on the thatch of brown curls at the apex of her thighs. When his gaze flicked back up to her face, his eyes were as black as coals, and every bit as heated.
“Play with yourself,” he commanded. He looped one arm around her waist to steady her, so that she could release her grip on the bathroom sink. “Play with your breasts.”
Hermione swallowed hard and then obeyed, palming her breasts with both hands.
“That’s it,” Draco purred, watching intently as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. After a few minutes, he added, “Now, touch your clit.” She could feel his grip on her waist tighten when she hesitated to do what he asked of her. So, she bit her lip and dropped one hand down to circle the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Oh!” she gasped, as a jolt of pleasure surged through her body, radiating out from the place where she was now touching herself. She wondered if Draco would punish her for her exclamation, but he was so entranced with the sight of her pleasuring herself, he didn’t even seem to notice. Instead, he brought his free hand up to cup the breast she had abandoned.
Hermione was mesmerized by the sight of Draco’s hand – the long fingers kneading her flesh, while the ropy muscles of his forearm rippled beneath the skin. She sped up the pace of her strokes, bringing herself closer and closer to climax as she awaited his next command.
“Stick one finger in your cunt,” he demanded. She stopped circling her clit and slipped one finger into her slick folds, but she still felt as if she needed something more.
“Add a second finger,” he said, as if he had foreseen her need. She could have sworn she heard him bite back a moan when she obeyed, but when he spoke again, his voice was level and controlled. “Now, fuck yourself with your fingers. That’s a good girl.”
As she pumped her fingers in and out, Hermione turned her head to the side in embarrassment, unable to look at her reflection any longer. It wasn’t as if she had never masturbated before. She had done it plenty of times in private, and even in front of Draco, whenever she wanted to bring herself off faster during sex. But never before had she actually been forced to watch.
Suddenly, Draco relinquished his grasp on her breast and cupped her chin, gently turning her head to face the mirror once more.
“Look,” he rasped. “I want you to see.”
So, she looked.
Hermione didn’t exactly know what he wanted her to see. She had seen her naked body in the mirror many times - had secretly scrutinized it as she looked for flaws. But the image she saw before her now was surprisingly arousing. Her hair fell loose and wild around her shoulders, her skin was flushed and glowing with perspiration, and her eyes were dilated with pleasure. She looked almost…
“Beautiful,” Draco whispered, as he reached up to cup her breasts once more. He was staring at the place where her fingers were moving rhythmically in and out, and the expression on his face - a mixture of awe and barely restrained need - pushed Hermione even closer to the edge. The sensation was starting to burn low in her abdomen, and she was so close…so very close…
“Stop,” Draco said suddenly. Hermione let out a groan of disappointment as she forced her hand to still its movements. When she hesitated to remove it completely, Draco chuckled, gently tugged her fingers away from her core, and brought them to his lips.
Hermione watched in the mirror as Draco licked her juices from her fingers, his tongue making slow, sinuous movements as he savored the taste. If he didn’t look so damn sexy doing it, she would have berated him for making her stop just when she was about to come. She fervently hoped he would let her find release at some point in all of this. If he didn’t, it would be a cruel punishment indeed.
When he had finished licking her fingers clean, Draco buried one hand in her curls, pulled her head back, and brought his lips crashing against hers. Hermione could taste her arousal on his lips, and the flavor mingled with the glass of scotch he had drunk at the party to form an intoxicating mixture on her tongue. He made no attempt to be gentle as he plundered her mouth with his lips, teeth, and tongue, taking what he wanted from her, and leaving her breathless with want. She moaned into his mouth and rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy her need for further stimulation.
Finally, Draco ended the kiss and drew back to study her face.
“Tell me what you want,” he said in a low voice. Hermione licked her swollen lips and tried forcing her voice to work again.
“I want…I want you fuck me, Draco.”
“Do you?” Draco’s eyes took on a mischievous glint that made him look like sin personified. With slow, deliberate movements, he unzipped his trousers and pushed down the front of his boxers.
“Yes,” Hermione hissed, the moment she saw his cock spring free.
“Beg.”
“What? You can’t be serious.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Is there anything about my actions this evening that’s led you to believe I’m not being serious?” he growled. Before Hermione could answer, he grasped her hips and yanked her backwards so that she was pressed tightly against him. He brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit down for a week. You’re going to ride my cock like a whore, and scream like one, too. But first, you’re going to beg for it.”
He began teasing her by dragging the tip of his cock along her slit, but whenever Hermione tried to push against him, he would shift out of reach. She hissed in frustration, trying to think of a way to get what she wanted without having to beg for it. She refused to beg. She couldn’t let him win. But her brain was reduced to a mindless jumble of need, need, want, want, and her body was screaming for her to surrender.
“Do it, Granger. Beg me to fuck you.”
Draco’s voice was gravelly, and she could tell that he was barely holding onto his own restraint. If she could only break him first... But then his cock brushed tantalizingly close once again, causing a violent shudder to run through her body, and she had no choice but to give in.
“I’m begging you, Draco. For God’s sake, I’ll do anything. Just please fuck me. Please, please, please, please, please…”
With one powerful thrust, he surged into her, and she let out a yelp that was equal parts pleasure and surprise at being so suddenly and completely filled. She was standing on the balls of her feet to make up for the height discrepancy between them, and so, feeling a bit like a contortionist, she reached up to wrap her arms around Draco’s neck to keep her balance. She had never had sex in this particular position before, and while it was hardly comfortable, it allowed Draco to stroke just the right spot inside her, and set off such powerful jolts of sensation, that she thought she could happily stand this way for all eternity.
When Draco began to steadily rock his hips against her, it was Nirvana. No longer embarrassed to look, Hermione stared in the mirror, where she could watch him enter her again and again, and the sight only served to heighten her pleasure. Watching her and Draco make love was like being a voyeur and an exhibitionist at the same time.
“Watch,” he rasped, and she saw that his attention, too, was riveted to the place where their bodies joined. “Watch me fuck you.”
He reached down with one hand and used his fingers to spread her open, giving both of them a better view of his glistening cock as it continued to penetrate her swollen flesh. It was the most erotic thing Hermione had ever seen.
“Tell me, do you think Blaise Zabini could have made you feel like this?” Draco snarled between thrusts. When she didn’t answer immediately, he swiveled his hips, making her cry out at the new sensations the movement created. “Answer me, Granger! Would Zabini have made you feel this way? Or Weasley, or your precious Potter?”
“N-no, just you,” Hermione gasped. “Harder,” she pleaded, “faster.”
For the first time that evening, Draco actually obeyed her. Tightening his grip on her hips, to the point where Hermione was sure she would have the black-and-blue marks of his hands on her flesh, he began thrusting even harder than before. Each time, she was almost lifted off of her feet as he literally impaled her on his cock.
“Mine,” he hissed into her ear, “Say it!”
“I’m yours, Draco. Please…don’t stop.”
Draco growled possessively and nipped at her neck, almost as if he were trying to mark her as his. She was drowning in sensations – the heat of Draco’s body pressed against her back, the steady pumping of his cock, the burn of his lips against her throat. Hermione groaned and arched her back at the sensory overload, feeling herself drawn as tight as a string. Then, suddenly, the string snapped, and she was writhing in Draco’s arms. His jaw tightened as he tried to hold back his own climax, but it was useless.
“Scream,” he choked out. “Scream for me, you stubborn little bint.”
And so she did. Hermione screamed so loudly, she was surprised the mirror didn’t shatter into a million pieces, just as she was about to do. This time, Draco was unable to restrain himself from moaning as he felt her tighten and contract around him, and he soon joined her in her release.
Every ounce of Hermione’s body pulsed with intense pleasure, and when the sensation ebbed, her legs finally gave out. She pitched forward, but Draco caught her just in time to prevent her from dashing her head on the sink.
“Whoa, easy there,” he murmured. He sank to his knees on the bathroom floor, cradling her in his lap.
Hermione was shaking from head to toe, and her eyes fell closed as she tried to sort out her scrambled thoughts. She could feel the zipper of Draco’s trousers digging into her arse, and the trickle of his seed running down her thighs, but everything else was a blur. Then he was lifting her in his arms, and a few moments later, she felt herself being gently deposited on the bed. She heard Draco mutter a cleansing spell to remove the wetness from between her legs, and then she felt the bed shift as he crawled over to her side.
“Hermione? Hermione, are you all right?”
She opened her eyes and blinked blearily up into Draco’s concerned face. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he had removed the rest of his clothes.
“You ruined my dress,” she finally managed to mumble. Draco chuckled and lied down on the bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist to draw her close.
“I’ll buy you a new dress – a plain one that covers you from head to toe and won’t make me want to challenge Blaise Zabini to a wizard’s duel.” He was silent for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, and when he turned to her again, his expression was grim. “You played a dangerous game tonight, Hermione.”
Hermione sighed and reached up to sweep his damp hair off of his face.
“I’m sorry, Draco. It’s just…I know you’ve been busy at work, but you’ve been so distant lately, and I missed you. I thought that, you being a former Slytherin, it might be better for me to-”
“To use underhanded and manipulative methods to get my attention?” Draco finished for her. His expression eased into one of amusement. “You should know better than to play games with a Slytherin. You’ll quickly find yourself in over your head.”
Suddenly, he rolled over so that he was kneeling upright and straddling her hips. Then he bent down to capture her mouth in a kiss that was much gentler than the brutal one they had shared earlier.
“I promise to lighten up about work,” he said, as he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “But only if you promise that next time, you’ll just tell me what you’re feeling rather than playing mind games with me. I may be a former Slytherin, but I’m still a bloke, and even I can’t understand your subtle, girly methods of trying to get a point across.”
“I promise,” Hermione whispered, smiling up at him. He returned her smile with a cocky grin of his own.
“So,” he said, “do you admit defeat?”
Hermione frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, this little game you played with me this evening – do you admit I won it?”
“Absolutely not!” she protested. “We never set any terms for victory and I-”
“Come on, I had you begging for my cock in less than five minutes,” Draco drawled.
“It was not five minutes, you cocky git. Ten, maybe…”
“If you’d like, we can get a Pensieve, and replay my memories as evidence.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Hermione said through gritted teeth, even though she strongly suspected that he would be reviewing the evening’s events in a Pensieve the next chance he got. She knew she would be tempted to relive her own memories of that racy encounter for years to come. “Fine,” she snapped. “You won the game. Happy now?”
“Very,” Draco replied, his grin widening.
With a wandless Accio, he summoned his tie from where he had discarded it on the bathroom floor. It came floating through the air and into his outstretched hand, and before Hermione could react, he swiftly bound her wrists with the silk material and lashed them to the wrought-iron headboard. To the inquisitive look on her face, he responded with a gloating smirk and began peppering her breasts and stomach with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
“You know what they say,” he murmured, as his mouth traveled further down the length of her body. “To the victor go the spoils.”
Then, Draco buried his face in between her legs, causing Hermione’s hips to jerk off the bed as she tugged at her restraints and bit her lip to stifle a moan. Before he could send her rocketing off into mindless bliss once more, she came to a startling conclusion that made the competitive, Gryffindor aspect of her personality quail.
Hermione decided that – in the bedroom, at least – it would pay for her to lose to Draco more often.
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