Fic: My Favorite Things (Draco/Hermione, NC17)

[musyc]

Title: My Favorite Things
Author: Musyc
Prompt Number: 31 submitted by deirdre_aithne
Kink Showcased: "Mudblood"
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Summary: Draco and Hermione enjoy spicing up their marriage with fantasies, but Draco's not sure about Hermione's latest request.
Warnings: Date rape as a roleplay scenario, rough sex, physical assault, face-slapping, verbal abuse.
Word Count: 4200
Author's Notes: Oh, god, I enjoyed writing this far more than I expected. >.>



"I'm just saying. I don't understand why you want to do this scenario," Draco said, smoothing his hand down Hermione's sweat-dampened body. He rested his fingers in the small of her back, traced the shallow dimples on either side of her spine.

She murmured and turned her head on the pillow, hair falling in damp tangles across her face. "Because I want to. We play out fantasies all the time." Her voice was low and drowsy, her eyes hooded. "This isn't anything different. Just another fantasy I want to try with my husband, who I love deeply and trust with my life. I'll have a good time, Draco."

Draco wrapped one curl around his fingers. "Yeah, but this is.... I don't mind being rough with you. Actually, I enjoy it a great deal, but this is more than rough."

Hermione made a soft noise, acknowledging what he'd said. She licked her lips and burrowed into the pillow. Draco thought she'd fallen asleep, but after a minute she sighed and opened one eye. "I don't have an explanation. I don't need one. It's something I want to do. I didn't question you when you wanted me to 'borrow' those Wizengamot robes and interrogate you, did I?"

Draco chuckled and wriggled closer, throwing one leg over hers. "Yeah, but you have to admit, that was fun. I know you enjoyed getting all legalistic and aggressive on me." He bent close to her ear, whispering. "Please, Madame Granger. I'll do anything. I have responsibilities, a wife. She'll be devastated if I'm sent up the sea. Anything I can do for you." Draco kissed the hollow beneath her ear, the tip of his tongue flicking out for a taste of the salt on her skin. "Anything."

"Mmm, yes. That was fun. I kept the robes, in case you ever want to do that one again." She slipped one hand from beneath the pillow and poked him in the chest. "And just so you know, I was about to hex your bollocks off."

"For offering to cheat on you?"

"For taking so long to come up with that. Honestly, Malfoy. The whole point was to shag your brains out. Why did you drag it out like that?"

Draco laughed and rolled onto his back. A beam of moonlight cut across his face and he closed his eyes. "Wanted it to be accurate. If that had been for real, I'd have gone the blackmail and bribery route first. Cheating on my wife is never going to be the first option. Last resort, and only if there's no other choice."

Hermione made a soft noise and moved to put her head on his shoulder, arm over his waist. Draco wrapped his arm around her, idly drawing circles on her back. "Good husband," she said. She kissed his chest and yawned. Draco strained to hear her mutter. "So fair trade. I did that for you. You do mine for me. No wands, though. No magic. Get physical. Get rough. Make it real."

---

Hermione put the keys into the door of the flat and turned to smile at her date. "I had a wonderful time," she said, patting the back of her chignon where one curl had sprung free and tickled her shoulder. "The restaurant was lovely, and I had no idea you were such an amazing dancer, Mister Malfoy."

"Well, Miss Granger," Draco said, leaning against the wall beside her door. He had both thumbs hooked into the pockets of dark jeans, and his eyes gleamed as silver as the silk shirt beneath his black jacket. "My mum insisted I take lessons when I was a kid. Something about it impressing the girls." He brought one hand up and drew a finger along the length of her jaw. "Looks like she was right. I'll have to tell her."

Hermione shivered, her skin tingling in the path of his touch. She stopped herself from leaning into his hand and cleared her throat with a shake of her head. "I was impressed," she said. She put her hand on the keys and turned the lock, then glanced up to Draco, hesitating. "Would-- er. Would you like to come in? Have a cup of tea?"

Draco smiled, two thin lines bracketing his mouth. "I would."

His voice rumbled through Hermione, making her hands shake when she opened the door. She put her bag and the keys on the small table just inside the entrance. Draco followed her in, one hand brushing her elbow as he reached past her to push the door closed. He left his hand there, leaned into the door, blocked her into the narrow space by the coppery coat rack. Hermione sank her teeth into her lip and looked up at him. "Um. If you want tea, you'll need to move. Kitchen's ... over there."

"I don't want tea."

Hermione's eyes widened at the deep growl in Draco's voice. She took a deep breath and locked her hands together to keep them from visibly trembling. "Well. Well. That's. That's all I invited you in for, so--"

Draco put his free hand on her shoulder, slid it back to cup the nape of her neck. "Don't play the innocent with me. We both know you didn't invite me in for tea."

Hermione put both hands on his chest, pushing at him, but she might as well have been pushing the wall. Draco didn't budge. His hand suddenly locked on the thick mass of her chignon and he wrenched her head back. She gasped, tears coming to her eyes. Her heart raced and her gut rolled. She swallowed, trying to get moisture into her mouth. "Draco." She pushed against his chest again, harder. "Draco, stop. This isn't-- You have to leave. Leave now. Get out."

Draco tightened his grip in her hair and leaned in, his weight forcing her elbows to bend. She dropped her arms to her sides and tried to turn her head away but he held her firm. Draco nuzzled against her neck, just beneath her ear. His breath was hot on her skin and the faint spice of his cologne filled her nose until she couldn't think. "No," she whispered. "L-leave."

"Don't tease," he said. "You've been after me all night. All those little smiles, all those little touches. I know what you want, Hermione. I'm going to give it to you." He licked the shell of her ear. Hermione whimpered as a tear slid down her cheek. "I saw how you looked at me," Draco continued, stepping in close, his hip sharp against her side. "You know you want it."

His hand fell on her breast and he squeezed hard. Hermione shrieked. She flailed against him, stomping on his foot, slapping at his chest. Her tight dress kept her from bringing one knee up to drive into his groin, but he'd left her hands free. She brought both up and clawed his face. Draco shouted and jerked away from her, blood trickling off his jaw from the scrape she'd left in his cheek. Hermione dove for her bag to scrabble for anything she could use in defense against his greater size and reach.

"Bitch." Draco was as fast as he'd ever been, and he grabbed her waist, hauling her back. He heaved her into the sitting room and threw her face-down into the sofa. Before she could turn over, he was on her, his body weight pushing her into the cushions. He grabbed her hands and held them locked in the small of her back, both wrists trapped in one of his hands, his long fingers holding her easily. "Damned bitch," he growled against her ear. "Teasing me all night, panting for it. I know you, I know you were. You want this. And now you're going to pretend you don't?"

Hermione keened into the seat of the sofa as she heard the jingle of Draco's belt. He wrapped the thick leather around her wrists, pulling it tight and locking the buckle in place. She kicked against the sofa, Draco's weight heavy on her thighs as he straddled her. He jerked the comb out of her hair and flung it across the room to crack into the wall. "Draco, please," she keened, struggling to turn over. "Draco, stop. Stop. Just leave, please. If you leave, I won't tell anyone, I won't do anything. I swear. Just go, please. Don't do this. Don't!"

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head to the side. Leaning down, he licked the tear from her cheek. "Give up," he said, and she shuddered at the dark anger in his voice. "You've been promising me all night, showing off those tits, grinding up against me when we danced. You're a tease and a slut, and if you think you're going to go back on what you offered, you've got another think coming. Besides, you owe me." He pushed his hand in front of her eyes, blood on his fingers where he'd wiped his cheek. "You owe me for this, filthy little Mudblood."

Hermione yelped and went still, her temperature flaring hot, her skin prickling. Her breasts felt full and heavy, her knickers gone wet as her cunt throbbed. Above her, Draco froze, relaxing his grip in her hair. She turned her head enough to see his face, to see the tight, struggling tension in his expression. "Raindrops," she whispered.

---

"Anything not on this list?" Draco asked, tapping his thumb on the parchment Hermione had set beside his plate of toast. He sipped his coffee and looked over the single column of words one more time. "I understand the reason behind most of these. Stupid, idiot, witless - I can see how those would be hurtful to you."

Hermione nodded, her hair twitching against her back as she wiped down the counters with a damp sponge. Humming under her breath, she tossed the sponge into the wire rack attached to the tiles over the sink and spun in place, arms out. Draco smiled to himself at the look of pleasure on her face. So many years of uncertainty, of feeling out of place and unsettled, had left her with a deep joy in the simplest domestic tasks. She'd told him that she liked to do the washing-up, liked to sweep the floors and dust the shelves, because it was something for her to do in her house. Her home, a place she belonged. "Anything not on that list," she confirmed. "Those are firmly in 'no' territory. Anything else is fair game."

Draco put his mug down and drew his finger down the list of words. When he looked up again, he watched her for a moment in solemn silence, then took a deep breath. "There's a word not on this list, Hermione. A very hurtful word."

She caught her lip in her teeth and spun one more time before joining him. Hands folded together, forearms on the table, she looked at him with as serious an expression as he'd ever seen in her eyes. "I know. It's not on the list because...." She ducked her head, her hair falling across her face. Draco could hear her swallow, hear her breath catch in her throat. He reached out and tucked her hair back, fingers brushing her cheek. Hermione caught his hand and pressed it to her face. "I want you to say it," she whispered.

Draco stilled, looking at her in bewilderment. "But why?"

Hermione quivered. After a moment, she looked up at him, her eyes glimmering. "Because if you say it to me now, it's my choice. It's my decision. You're not saying it because you want to hurt me. You're saying it because you want to please me. Because I know it's coming. Because I asked for it. Because I know you love me. It's my choice. That's the difference."

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Draco looked down at her, his grey eyes wide, his face almost white beneath the smear of red blood on his cheeks. "Are ... are you sure?" His voice shook, tight with strain. "Hermione, I know we agreed, but...."

Hermione licked her lips and said it again. "Raindrops." She couldn't touch his heart with her hands bound, but she wiggled enough to curl both hands into fists, thumbs extended, forming sign language to give him the reassurance he'd need. Good. "Don't stop. This is good. This is great. More, like that. More names. Make it real. Raindrops, Draco."

Draco closed his eyes. It took him a few moments, his chest heaving as he breathed, but after he let all his air out in a slow sigh, his voice was steady. "Roses."

The word had barely left his mouth before Draco locked his fingers in her hair again. He pushed her head against the sofa, grinding her face into the thick padding of the cushion beneath her. His other hand shoved between her thighs, under her skirt, and his fingers prodded at the damp crotch of her knickers. His laugh was pleased and dark. "Wet, already? Told you I knew you wanted it. That's what you need, isn't it? Little Mudblood bitch. Just need somebody to give it to you like you want. You got it."

He shoved off her, the sofa rocking back against the wall. Hermione howled and kicked her feet in protest as Draco hauled her up. He jerked her off the floor and dropped her over his shoulder, knocking the wind from her. Pinning her legs against his chest, he ripped her shoes off, then strode into the bedroom. Her skull cracked into the headboard when he flung her onto the bed and she shrieked, the spike of pain dazing her for a moment.

Draco was on her within a second, his jacket tossed on the floor beside the bed. He hooked both hands in the neckline of her dress and pulled the loose fabric of the cowl down, further trapping her bound arms. He shoved the material below her breasts and Hermione's breath stuttered at the dark gleam in his eyes. "Knew you were a slut," he said, brushing one hand over her bare nipples. "Only little Mudblood sluts go out without a bra on, showing off their tits."

Hermione writhed under him, twisting in efforts to move away from his touch. Draco pinched her nipple, pulling until her breast rose off her ribcage. Hermione howled, first in pain, then in shock as Draco slapped her. "Shut up," he demanded. He leaned down into her face, his mouth twisting, his eyes narrowed. "Shut up, Mudblood. Scream again and I'll gag you."

A bone-deep shudder of loathing ran through her. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, please. No gags. I'll be good. I'll be quiet. No gags, please."

Draco grunted and stripped her dress from her, the seams stretching and popping as he wrestled it past her hips to toss it on the floor. He rose up on his knees and unfastened his jeans. Shoving jeans and pants below his hips, he pumped his fist on his cock. Hermione sniffed back snot and tears as he pushed the head against her mouth. "Bite me and you'll regret it," he said, and the threat in his voice made her gasp. Draco shoved between her lips, pushed into her in one thrust. Hermione choked, eyes watering, as he fucked her mouth. He drove deep, the head of his cock jamming into her soft palate. Hermione's gagging seemed to spur him on, and he pulled out of her mouth to grab his cock and stroke it in rough, furious movements. She closed her eyes as the thick bursts of his semen splashed across her breasts.

He rolled off her and turned her over. The belt came off her wrists but he didn't release her. He pushed her onto her back before he wrenched her arms over her head and fastened them to the headboard. Hermione wanted to scream, but his threat to gag her kept her silent except for soft whimpering. Draco grinned down at her, his teeth looking sharp as fangs in the faint light. He slapped his hand between her thighs. Hermione bucked, her heels drumming on the bed.

Draco pushed two fingers beneath the crotch of her knickers and into her cunt. "God, I knew it," he said, voice full of triumph. "You're wet as fuck, Mudblood. Hot for it, aren't you? Just dripping to have me fuck you like you've been wanting all night." His thumb ground against her clit, sending spikes of heat through her body. Draco pumped his fingers in her and bent over to suck one nipple between his lips. Hermione tugged at the belt binding her to the headboard, kicked her feet against the bed. Draco drove deep into her, the pad of one finger brushing across a soft, spongy area. Hermione shrieked, crying in earnest as her body responded. She could feel her nipples tightening, feel her cunt pulsing, and she buried her face against her arm as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Her blood roared in her ears and she keened in shamed denial when one more flick of Draco's thumb on her clit shoved her over the edge. Her body shook as she came. Draco's tongue moved over her nipple in wet circles; his fingers thrust into her in rhythm with each throb of her cunt. When she collapsed, panting, her hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks from sweat and tears, Draco moved up beside her. He bent over her, hand locked on her chin to hold her still. He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with such force that she felt her lip crack.

"You want this." Draco raised his head, his fingers digging into her jaw. "Tell me you want it."

Hermione spat in his face. The spark of defiance flared into hot fear when his expression went from surprise to anger in less than a heartbeat. He slapped her again. "Tell me," he ordered. "Tell me you want it, Mudblood bitch. Tell me, or I'll make it hurt."

She stared up at him, shivering. His face had twisted, his eyes gone dark and blank. She swallowed and forced her voice to work. "I--" She hesitated and Draco growled, drawing his hand back. Hermione shrieked and writhed on the bed, hauling at her bonds. "No, no! Don't, please. Don't! I want it. I want it. I want this, Draco, I want it."

"You're a slut and a Mudblood and you want it. Say it."

Hermione sobbed. "I'm-I'm. I'm a slut. I teased you. I wanted this all along. I'm a Mu-Mudblood whore and I want this." Draco closed his eyes as she spoke and he held still for a moment, his lips pressed together, a muscle jumping in his cheek. Hermione's heart pounded against her ribs. She whispered. "Raindrops."

"Roses," he murmured in return. Draco opened his eyes and stretched out beside her. "See there," he crooned to her, stroking his fingers down her torso and tracing a circle on the wet fabric of her knickers. "See there, pretty little Mudblood? I knew you'd like it. I knew you wanted it." Hermione lay still as Draco touched her, didn't move when he stood up to strip. She kept her head turned away, her eyes on the round clock beside the bed, watching the small hand tick around. The bed creaked and dipped as Draco returned.

He pulled her knickers off and moved over her. He pushed at her legs and she spread them wide, not needing an order to know what would make him happy. She had no more energy to fight, unable to do anything but wait for it to be over. "You want this," Draco said again. "Filthy little Mudblood. Say it."

Hermione nodded, once, slowly. She spoke in a flat, dull tone. "I'm a Mudblood. Dirty Mudblood slut. I want this. Want you to fuck me." She closed her eyes and listened to the clock ticking.

"You are soaking," Draco said, his fingers probing between her thighs. Hermione flinched as he rubbed her clit again. She shuddered, sniffling when her cunt throbbed in response, her traitor's body wanting more sensation, more pleasure. Draco held her open and guided his cock into her. Hermione quivered, each breath escaping her with a high, soft whine. Draco lay atop her, hips pumping, his fringe brushing her cheek with every thrust.

With a thick grunt, he pushed up onto his hands. The change in angle pushed the head of his cock across that sensitive area inside her, and Hermione shrieked. Draco's laugh rolled dark through her, and he drove into her hard, his bollocks slapping against her body. Hermione wrapped her fingers around the belt holding her to the headboard and keened as Draco's thrusts sent her temperature soaring. Her skin tingled, her head pounded, and Draco gave another thrust that broke her into orgasm. Hermione screamed as her body took pleasure in every pulse and throb.

She collapsed, every muscle loose, the duvet wet and sticky beneath her from the juices that dripped out of her each time Draco withdrew. The clock hand made a half-dozen circuits before Draco's steady rhythm faltered. He panted, groaned, and stiffened. Hermione trembled as his cock spasmed within her.

Draco kissed her, licking the blood away from her split lip. "Beautiful," he whispered. He pulled free of her body, come dripping down her arse to soak into the duvet beneath her. He unbound her hands and set them at her sides. Hermione's fingers twitched, but she didn't move. She listened to Draco moving beside the bed, to the rustle of his clothes as he dressed. He sat on the bed and stroked her cheek. "Good little Mudblood," he said, his voice nearly a purr. "I'll see you around."

The bedroom door closed and Hermione rolled, curling in on herself to weep.

---

She tied the sash of her dressing gown and walked out of the bedroom. The kettle was just on the verge of whistling in the kitchen and she went to take it off the heat. Draco sat beside the table, elbows on his knees, both hands covering his face. Hermione put the kettle on a trivet, wet a flannel in the sink, and moved to the table. She set the flannel down and put her hands on his shoulders. She bent to kiss the top of his head. "Raindrops," she whispered into his hair.

Draco shuddered. He dropped his hands and she sucked in a breath at the wet shimmer in his reddened eyes. Blinking fast, he gave her a small, trembling smile. "Roses."

Hermione slipped into his lap and took up the flannel, gently wiping the dried blood off his face. Draco touched her lip and the red patch on her cheek where he'd slapped her. "You're all right?" he asked in a whisper.

Hermione nodded. "Better than," she said, slipping her hand into his open collar to press her fingers over his heart. "That was perfect, Draco. More than I hoped for. I was about two seconds from coming the entire time."

"Even when I--" His voice broke, but she watched his lips form a word he hadn't spoken in years before that night.

"Especially then." Hermione put the flannel on the table and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him, delicate and careful. "You did it because I asked you to, Draco. I wanted it. The begging I did? What I said? I wasn't role-playing entirely. I wanted that. I wanted all of it. Attacking me, overpowering me, humiliating me? Honestly, I thought I'd have to goad you into saying it."

He shook his head, his lips brushing across hers. Hermione cupped his face, rubbed her thumbs along the arch of his cheekbones, kissed his brows and the corners of his eyes. "It fit into the scenario. It fit your role perfectly, love. You went above and beyond what I asked for, and I loved every minute of it. God, making me call myself those names? It felt so real. I could barely even think. All I could do was feel. It was humiliating, terrifying, and positively, absolutely amazing." She took his hand and linked her fingers in his, their wedding rings making a soft clink as they touched. "Thank you for doing this for me. I know it was hard on you. I could see you fighting it."

Draco nodded and rested his forehead on her shoulder. "Yeah. There's a reason I drank so much at dinner." He turned his face to her neck and kissed her throat where her pulse fluttered. "I love being rough with you, Hermione, but let's do something a little more gentle next time. I'm going to need a good long while before I can do anything like this again."

Hermione smiled into his hair. "Don't worry. I already had something in mind." She rubbed the back of his neck and kissed the curve of his ear. "One of your favorites, too. I hope you'll have time to discuss my daughter's marks, Professor. Is there anything I can do to help her improve?"

Draco managed a quiet laugh and lifted his head for another kiss. "We'll have to see, Mrs. Malfoy. We'll just have to see."


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Mods, could I please get a kink: roleplay tag?

Comments

[uniquepov.livejournal.com]

Perfect. I love how Hermione was perfectly at ease with what she wanted, and Draco needed to be convinced and reassured. And the RP was soo hawt! Force fantasies are difficult but the dynamics were great. well done!!

[musyc]

XDXD Thank you!

[deirdre-aithne.livejournal.com]

O_O ... *flails and squees*

Where do I begin?! Uhm, well, let's see here: the whole thing was amazing! The way you worked the kink in there was perfect and oh so very delicious. I love the role play in general, because it was fantastically done, and very realistic!

Draco's reaction to her request and his behaviour after the scene was heartbreaking in a way because he was just so worried about hurting her with that word. I love it so much! He's such a lil sweetheart, and those two really are amazing for each other.

I'll admit, when I had submitted it, I expected to see something like this coming purely from a place of hate/anger rather than a scene between a loving couple. But I adore this so much, I think I'm gonna have to read it again, give it a rather thorough cuddle, and then drag it off to bed with me!

[musyc]

Heee, I'm glad you liked! They're thoroughly my OTP, so even when they're rough with each other, it's still love in my world. XD

[anna-unfolding.livejournal.com]

I almost never ever read het, but I liked the look of this fic and gave it a shot. WOW so great! I thought it was believable and hot. I love her cunt being soaking wet and him fucking her mouth. JESUS. HOTT.

I did see one little typo?

you've got another think coming.

Thought I'd let you know. AWESOME JOB. Wow.

[musyc]

So glad you liked! I'm very glad it was believable and enjoyable. XD

And that's not a typo - "another thing coming" is incorrect usage popularized in dialect. The phrase is "another think coming", to indicate that the person should think again or rethink, hence having another think coming. (Sorry, I was a linguistics student years ago, and that was one of my papers. The "thing" usage is becoming more acceptable, but it's not standard.)

[anna-unfolding.livejournal.com]

Oh I love learning new things about language!!! Thanks so much! :)

[cinnamonselkie.livejournal.com]

Seconds "another think coming".

[cinnamonselkie.livejournal.com]

Oh I loved this. Very hot, and the constant repetition of "raindrops" and "roses" helped to reassure that yes, this was what Hermione wanted. And it was wonderful that Draco was able to go along with it, to make her happy, even though he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea to begin with. Cinnamon.

[musyc]

Thank you! I wanted to give them an option to leave the scenario if it became too much for either of them, while still indicating that Hermione really did want him to do all of it. I thought raindrops/roses was more fun than yellow/green. (Plus, I can't resist a Sound of Music allusion. XD )

[mijeli.livejournal.com]

Seconding what anna_unfolding said - I hardly ever read het, myself, and especially not when someone from my OTP is involved ;) But I was so curious for this prompt, I couldn't resist it. Jesus, this was hot! I loved how Draco was hesitant, whereas Hermione was so sure about what she wanted. And that kink just works wonderfully between them.

[musyc]

Thank you! Very glad you gave this a chance and enjoyed. :D

This was intense!

[meganmurphy1977.livejournal.com]

First, Draco wanting to play naughty prisoner/Wizengamot witch made me laugh. Especially said if he had been realistic, he would have tried bribery!

I think I was channeling this Draco here because this was a little difficult to me to read. (Which is odd because I love dubious consent fic and while this plays like non-con, she actually did want it.) It just felt a little too real for my to find it hot if that makes any sense. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy this fic, but whenever they were in their roles, I kept holding my breath waiting for something really bad to happen.

Sound of Music is one of my all time favorite films, and I loved the use of such a sweet, innocent song as a stop for something as intense as their roleplay.

You know what things I did find hot? The couples utter devotion to and trust in one another. How much Draco adored and loved his wife, not wanting to hurt her, but wanting to make her happy. How much faith Hermione had that she was always completely safe with her husband. Draco being the one to need a moment to take a breath and step back for a moment and him needing to liquid courage for this. The glimpse into their intimate lives and how much love there is and how much fun they have. This fits right in with your naughty!nurse/patient story from last year.

Draco sat beside the table, elbows on his knees, both hands covering his face. and his red-rimmed eyes really worried me, but I was very happy they talked everything out. And it seems he'll be happy being Professor Malfoy for the next round.

Re: This was intense!

[musyc]

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

The glimpse into their intimate lives and how much love there is and how much fun they have.

Yeeeeeeeeeeess, I'm so glad that worked so well. That was very important to me!

This fits right in with your naughty!nurse/patient story from last year.

ROFL, I didn't even think of that, but you're right! That could almost be the beginnings of their fantasy explorations. Obviously this scenario is MUCH later in their experiments. XD

[sashaminx.livejournal.com]

This is the hottest Draco/Hermione I've ever read.

I have trouble most of the time believing in them as a couple, a story has to be written convincingly to sway me, and you did that right there. <3

All of it was totally believable, though I have to say they are both truly amazing actors to carry it off so well. There was something so enjoyable about seeing Draco do that to Hermione with the incredible safety net of role-playing.

I really loved this - so rare for a Draco/Hermione fic for me, I'm afraid. You really must have pushed some of my buttons! =P

[musyc]

XD Thank you very much!

[inspired-ideas.livejournal.com]

I loved this. I enjoyed the negotiation, but it was the care they put into reassuring each other and their willingness to give each other their fantasies that I liked best. The use of greenlight words within their role playing was awesome as well.

[musyc]

The comfort and caring at the end was one of my favorite bits, I'll admit. Reassuring each other that they were good, and that it worked for them. You know the entertainment value of that! >:D

[skinnieminnie27.livejournal.com]

guh! that was seriously some of the best smut i've read in a long time ;) it was sweet yet incredibly obscene at the same time. i love how Draco is sort of fighting it while Hermione is asking for more, which is totally the point of roleplaying; doing something you wouldn't normally do under normal circumstances. you did an awesome job of portraying this particular kink/fantasy.

[musyc]

Thank you very much!

[scarletladyy.livejournal.com]

You know I love your fics, but this... this was exquisite ♥ I'd say it has to be one of, if not the best Dramione fics I've ever read. So sexy, so realistic, so... perfect ♥

[musyc]

Thank you! XD

[nekkidchick.livejournal.com]

Love this. ♥ Hot, oh yeah, but the best part was their relationship. Very well written.

[musyc]

XDXD Thank you!

[auntlynnie.livejournal.com]

Dayum.

I love the swottiness of the two of them -- negotiating all the details before play begins. (Fanon!Draco is usually second or third in the class -- he's no mental midget in his own right.)

And the use of Raindrops/Roses as a check-in was brilliant. Even though you didn't specifically explain what they were doing, it was obvious. And since it was Hermione saying "Raindrops", she was obviously the one in control -- topping from the bottom, in a way, I think.

I love how disturbed he was by the scenario -- just as pleased and happy as it made Hermione, he was distraught. Shows how much he's grown. He's a good man who loves his wife. And that's sexy as hell.

[musyc]

Thank you very much!

Shows how much he's grown. He's a good man who loves his wife. And that's sexy as hell.

YESSSSSSSSSSSS. :DDD

[mitsuki-hime.livejournal.com]

*shiver*

OMG this roleplay scenes.. THIS.IS.SO.SO.SO.SO.HOT!!!
play it rough on dramione is really awesome ;DDD
and the way Draco have this regret after all he did to fulfil hermione needs but he still did that after all ;)))) so lovely.

and I don't mind if you make another roleplaying dramione with this professor-parent thing ;DDD

[musyc]

:DDDDD THANK YOU! I'm so glad you liked. I may very well have to do another roleplaying piece. This one's my second, after all! (Prescription was the first, if you missed that one. Healer/patient fun!)