The young man paced back and forth at his desk, a note in his hand that he could help but to read over and over. The words burned into his mind, as clearly as they had been inked to the bit of parchment. The parchment had read simply, Meet me tonight here at 8, H. The letters were penned neatly in her cursive. He wondered what kind of cruel revenge would find him should he choose to pursue this endeavour.
The magic emanating off him and through the room was enough to provide him with the answer. Even if it was only for the briefest of moments he wanted this, damn the consequences. He wanted so much more than just an arranged meeting, he wanted everything about her. He wanted to caress every inch of her flesh, he wanted see his rough hands wrapped in her hair, he wanted to possessed her in way that would make every other man disappear from her mind and leave her begging him for what she would soon know that only he could provide.
The clock ticked away drearily in the background as he droned his way through the day. He had pursued this career, dull as it may be, to keep him out of the house. His wife and son were both too much for him to handle. His wife had taken the time to instill too many of the old values in her son, and it had driven a wedge between the family. After the war he had just as much respect for those that had mudblood, half blood or pureblood status. He remembered the sound of the mudblood witches voice as she took part in the battle at Hogwarts, it was unwavering. He remembered as she ran to that damn Weasley after the fight but pushed it from his mind. He spent most of his time at his work place now to avoid the inner conflict the conversations at home were sure to provide.
He completed his daily tasks and cleaned up his office a bit, before stepping out for a quick snack. He returned to the office with a small bag of take-out and a drink. He consumed his small meal in silence as he flipped through a copy of the Daily Profit, his gaze found the bottom of page four where a picture one of the Weasley's caught his eye. Ginny was on her broom showing off a bit for a moving photo and far in the background Ronald Weasley is leaning in and kissing a swooning long blonde haired woman that was clearly not Hermione. He chuckled. This news will surely help his cause if it is not the reason for their meeting in the first place. He thought it was very Slytherin of her to play this game if it was truly her intention to use him to get back at her husband. He would be the perfect choice for such an task, of course, not just as the former boyhood tormentor but because he had moved up the ranks more quickly than Ron and was currently his direct supervisor.
He cleaned up the mess from his snack vanishing the packaging away just before eight, he brushed a few crumbs that had fallen from his meal just as a sturdy knock bit through the door. He heard the words come strongly out of his mouth giving permission for entry. The handle on the door turned, the door opened only a small way to allow the mousy brown haired girl entry. She shut the door quickly behind her. She addressed him formally and he began to think that she was going to beg him to help Weasley in someway but when she looked up at him her brown eyes locked with his and again his inner fires were ignited.
She sat down across from him and began to tell him the tale of how Ronald had failed in so many ways as a husband, but his biggest failures were as he had suspected in the bedroom. Openly displaying such behaviours, she motioned to the Daily Profit knowing that a man like the one in front of her wouldn't miss such a detail. She had a flushed face as she explained to the man across from her that she wanted revenge and that he was the only person she could think of who could help her get the kind of revenge she was looking for. She studied him from across the table wondering if he understood what she was asking for. He was more handsome than she had remembered, he smelled of parchment, starch, the cinnamon in his drink and a pleasant musk she determined was his own scent. She noticed that hands seemed larger and his lean fingers had thickened a little over time. Gods... she hoped that he didn't see how truly wanton she was.
He leaned forward in his chair and looked her up and down almost hungrily as she had just looked at him and she pretended not to notice though the sensation of his eyes on her body caused a tingle in a place she had almost forgotten since marrying Ron. He smiled for the first time in a long time, he stood and walked around the desk watching as she shifted awkwardly in her chair. He felt the power he held over her in the moment and weighed it carefully. He felt a slight trepidation inside, she had to know what he preferred sexually, everyone had since Hogwarts, he liked his women to submit to him in the bedroom. Did she know he wanted her to submit to him completely? He brushed his hand along her collar bone, she shivered in response. He smirked as he remarked that it had been a long time. She shot him a angry look, but didn't get up to leave. His hand travelled along the back of her neck to her hair, he wrapped his hand in it but resisted the urge to pull her from her chair by it. Instead he let it fall back down around her shoulders, tracing the line back down the other side of her neck. Her head rolled in response giving him full access to the left side of her neck.
A small whimper escaped Hermione's lips as he traced the line back up and cupped her soft face in his hand. He leaned in and let their lips brush, gently, and briefly, the moment slipped by so fast. The look on her face showed how much more she wanted, but he needed to see how willing she really was. He pulled up ever so slightly and she responded by standing. He placed his hand in the smile of her back and guided her to the floo. She barely even blinked, she never asked where he was taking her. She just allowed herself to be led away from familiar surroundings and literally into the fire.
He smirked at her before he cast a charm to prevent her from hearing the location he was taking her and watched as her face contorted a little knowing that she had already relinquished control. Her eyes flashed, then lowered, and she stepped into the floo at his gesture.
The room was dark, save the light of the fire, but as she looked around she could see pieces of him everywhere. There were a few trophies on a shelf, one from the year she had punched him in the face, the rest of the shelves that filled the room were filled with books. Draco stepped out of the floo behind her bringing only a hint of sulphur to the thick smell of parchment in the air. He reached up and loosened his tie, he then pulled his wand and lit the sconces around the room. A few lit down the hallway to the right. He led her around the small cabin showing her the bathroom, the tiny kitchen, the balcony, he led her to the last door on the right of the little hall, she knew that it could only be the bedroom, but instead of opening the door he led her back to the kitchen and brewed her a cup of tea.
Her mind wandered, wondering what contraptions that bedroom held. She had heard stories of those that dabbled in D/s and some were more than scary. She didn't want to be humiliated or strung up she wanted...oh Merlin..she just wanted to feel...well...something, anything sensual at all. She knew Malfoy would be the most efficient way to hurt Ron, she hadn't realized how much the git actually turned her on, his little smirk, his knowing steely eyes. He was an extremely impressive male specimen and she indeed had decided she wanted very much to dissect him, or be dissected by him either way... She sipped at her tea as Draco's eyes payed homage to her face, she had come into her own over the years and was well kept for someone married to a Weasley. Her body was in shape and showed none of the signs of birthing Weasley children, she was beautiful. He told her so, and her heart fluttered.
As they finished their tea their conversation turned to a more inquisitive one, about her sexual likes and dislikes. He was quite honest about his own, though a few of the things he suggested made her crinkle her nose and he laughed. She realized in that moment she had never heard Draco laugh an honest laugh before and found the throaty sound made her breath catch in her throat. When her heart felt as though it was going to jump out of her chest at the mention of some of the things he had wanted or expected from his previous dalliances, she finally came out of her quiet shell. She ripped him apart verbally for wanting some of the things he requested from those girls, and yet others had made her legs quiver at the thought. He smiled as he responded to her attack with only a response that those women had let him do those things, and that if she gave him an honest chance even she might come to like at least some of them. She stood fast though and drew her line in the sand, as instructed she wrote down her word for him and passed it across the table. They had agreed to one night to start with and she was more than terrified.
Hermione sat wondering if she was more terrified of the act, the beautiful man in front of her, or the prospect that she would enjoy this more than she cared to admit to herself. Satisfied that the bases had been covered and that he had a good idea of what she really wanted from this encounter, he placed his cup in the sink and returned to his stool waiting for her to finish hers. As she brought the cup up to her lips to finish the drink he announced that once the tea was done he expected their evening begin. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried not to draw the last drink out too long showing her current state of un-Griffindor like cowardliness.
Malfoy sat across from her knowing that he had just told her that was her last moment in any semblance of control and he watched as she tried to stretch it out just a little. His heart pounded steadily in anticipation of something he hadn't thought would ever be possible and he wasn't about to do anything that would jeopardize the situation and so he took the time to mentally review the things that he believed she would enjoy and the things that he would push her to do after she reached her first peak, and should she let him he would lead her to her second. His eyes shone with desire as she licked the last drop of tea from the inside of her lip and he watched as she rose and put her glass next to his in the sink, though she added a small amount of water to stop any remaining sugar from being difficult to wash out later.
A shiver rippled up and down her back when his hand once again found the smile of her back. This time it felt different, almost possessive. He spun her around to face him and the look in his eyes caused her heart to palpitate. His dark eyes burned with a desire that she had never seen present in Ron's eyes even at his friskiest. She closed her eyes as he whispered about how she wouldn't want the Weasel when he was done with her. He led her down the hall the tub, he draws a bath of deliciously warm water and requests she undress and bath for him. She stubbornly shakes her head, almost teary eyed, finally realizing this is not one of her usual angry fantasies. She froze for a moment wondering if she had made a grievous mistake, she frantically looked around the room, eyes catching the Daily Profit on the back of the toilet. The sight of it settled her resolve some and she began to undress. She heard him whisper huskily about her being a good girl and that he would be back momentarily to bath her. She wrestled with the thought, she wasn't a child she was quite capable of bathing herself.
He was already peeling down her walls and she could feel it, she had listened to his questions and answered honestly and watched his reactions to her answers. She watched as he grew almost excited at the notion that she would perform fellatio even under slight distress. She could see that he intended on playing with her physically, but in a strange way he was really putting her in control of the game. Ron had always just expected her to be ready and waiting at his whim, and always seemed to have a headache if she was trying to get him in the mood. Ron had always been a selfish lover and she hadn't experienced any so sensual from him. He had never drawn bath for her, Ron had provided her with a marriage of finishing herself. She sighed, as the hot water finally consumed her thoughts and she lay in the water with only the sounds Draco made down the hall and her own slight movements in the water.
A soft knock jostled her from her driftings, the door opened and Draco appeared with his sleeves rolled up, no tie, a wash cloth in one hand and a body wash in the other. He placed the soap on the edge of the tub, took a towel from the rolled towels in a wicker basket on the floor and folded it before kneeling beside the tub. He moistened her hair before carefully washing it, gently massaging her scalp. A soft moan left her lips, as she leaned into his hands as he cradled her head. He tended to it with a curl friendly conditioner and rinsed it thoroughly.
He almost chuckled a little as another soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers helped free the conditioner from her scalp. If this was enough to make her moan, he couldn't wait to hear her the rest of the noises he would elicit from her lips tonight. He leaned across her soaping up his wash cloth. He didn't believe that he could wash the scent of parchment off of her nor did he wish to. He requested she lean forward and as relaxed as she was, she simply complied. He gently washed her neck and shoulders, he washed down her arms and her back. He washed down each side of her body, he caressed the wash cloth down her front and between her legs, but didn't linger. He gently moved each foot from the water to scrub the small callouses from her feet before returning them to the water.
He was not surprised to find her so natural, but alas that was not what he preferred and tonight he was in control. He ushered her to sit on the edge of the tub while the water drained away. He stood and turned to his cabinet and returned with a straight razor and cream. His firm request for her to spread her legs for him caused her bottom lip to quiver in protest but her body followed his command. She looked away in embarrassment as he lathered her up. He contemplated his initials but thought it rater obvious and instead left her with a trim S with its tail pointing directly to her clitoris. Rather proud of his work, he ran a warm shower, directing her to return to the tub, he proceeded to rinse her off in the most sensual of ways. He turned off the water and held up a towel toward her body, she went to step forward and he scowled so she stopped and he wrapped her in the towel before sweeping her into his arms.
He set her down on a small stool in front of the mirror in his room and directed her to sit up straight as he use a pick to work the knots from her hair before he worked it with a few spells leaving in cascading down her shoulders in soft beach waves. He took a tub of cocoa butter lotion from his dresser and placed some on the very tips of his fingers, he dotted her face like a makeup artist and gently massaged the cream into her face, he massaged more cream into her neck and shoulders and down her arms. He gently instructed her to remove her towel. She shivered at the thought but again her body complied. The air had been warmed some how with a whisper from behind her.
The towel fell down across the stool, and she heard him audibly gasp before expressing how beautiful she was. He caressed the curve of her back and down the sides of her body, until he was satisfied he had indeed had moisturized every inch of her. He once again commanded she spread her legs, and once again though her mind screamed no her body simply did as commanded. He smiled as he once again knelt between her thighs pressing them further apart with his shoulders. He told her to remain silent as he ran his finger through the cream, and then along the edges of her freshly shaved skin. She turned away once again embarrassed this time by the obvious wetness between her legs. He commanded her to look in the mirror, he wanted her to see her beauty, the flush of her skin in her arousal, the suppleness of her skin, but she winced at the sight of her nakedness and he quickly changed his approach.
He liked how she leaned in when he picked her up, he walked her over to the bed and laid her down. He instructed her to lay on her stomach, she turned over and bit her bottom lip. He congerred some oil and rubbed her neck, moving to her shoulders and upper back, occasionally slipping round to caress the edge of her breast until she began to moan. He reached even further round and fondled her breasts tentatively. She moaned again, almost purring, lifting herself to allow him better access.
He worked his way around her breasts until her nipples hardened, he instinctively pinched hard at the tip and she convulsed beneath him. She heard his husky voice chuckle as he whispered to her that was a first even for him, he told her she was a good girl and that he wasn't finished, he wanted to keep playing with her. She mewled back at him greatfully.
She felt as the goose pimples formed beneath the heat of his body, she felt a little shame in the fact that she had already achieved release once and he hadn't even undressed yet. The tingle she felt at his touch only intensified when he large hands reached around each side of her hips massaging and undulating them just slightly. He worked he way down the outside of her left leg but on his way up he nudged it further apart from the other placing his body gently between her ankles. He used both hands as he travelled up her thigh allowing his hand to brush her sex causing her to gasp. He brushed it off pretending not to notice the wetness present there and he continued his ministrations back down her other leg paying attention to her feet, only occasionally brushing by her sensitive zones making her hips tilt up ever so slightly as he passed her spots by. She heard herself whine a little as he passed by once again leaving her wanting.
He growled a little at her, commanding her to be patient, and she blushed finding his need for control much hotter than she anticipated. She felt his weight shift as he pressed himself between her legs bringing his hardness to press into her wetness through his pants she resisted the urge to grind into him and she revelled in his husky voice whispering in her ear that he would claim her before the night was done. She felt his weight shift again and shivered as he placed a gently kiss on the smile of her back before drawing his finger from the inside of her knee up the inside of her thigh and stopping once again only a breath away from her wetness. She wanted him to stop playing but she knew he wouldn't and she didn't want him to see her squirm too much but her body once again betrayed her as it moved slightly toward his touch.
He wasted no time, plunging his fingers into her wetness before beginning to caress her most sensitive nub. He alternately between pushing his fingers into her wetness and rubbing her nub while she writhed beneath his fingers. He roughly grabbed at her thighs pulling her bottom from the bed and towards his face, his hot breath on her alone was enough to make her squeal in anticipation. His tongue shot out, plunging into her heat and her body bucked in response, he swept it up to her nub and began to circle it steadily. Her body betrayed her over and over to him. His tongue quickened its movements and he sucked her nub into his mouth. He almost forcefully inserted of his two fingers into her heat, and a with quick nip to her nub she once again buckled under his touch. He released her bottom back to the bed and stroked her gently across her behind. His voice was huskier somehow than the last time he spoke as he gave her one last chance to change her mind. Her eyes were wide and she dared not move other than to shake her head no.
She felt the movement on the bed and she heard as his shirt hit floor, the sound of his belt buckle coming undone almost caused her to come unglued again. He commanded that she remain still and her mind forced her body to hold fast this time. She had long since passed white knuckling the sheets and had almost torn clear through them. She needed this, wanted this, she craved this. His voice came dark and huskily from behind her, as he told her through a growl once again to be still. He slipped his pants off and the remainder of his clothes before positioning himself in front of her entrance, though her legs were not spread in the fashion she was accustomed but something about it felt naughty and that only drove her on even more.
She bucked involuntarily to get him to breach her entrance and he slapped her ass and prodded her swollen clit with his rock solid member. Her juices easily lubricating him as he did, he once again prodded at her entrance and she whined. He slapped her harder and demanded that she tell him what she wanted him to do, he wanted her to ask him nicely, he wanted to hear the word master roll off her lips but he doubted she would go that far. Honestly he had been surprised when she hadn't left after her first orgasm. Her voice was a muffled whisper from the pillow but the words were clear enough. Oh Merlin...she had begun and then paused looking for the words that would get her what she so desperately needed. Then they came to her mind and braced herself for the loss, her words resounded in the room for one long moment as she relinquished the remainder of her control to him. Her tongue was numbed a little at speaking so brazenly, so honestly. She had told him that she wanted his large cock to pound her until she couldn't breath, when he didn't move. She had begged him, pleaded and but it brought about a final understanding of something. She lifted her head from the pillow and in the sultriest voice she could must begged her new master to claim her pussy and pound her into a heaven she had not yet been privy to. His cock twitched when she called him Master for the first time, his smile knew it wouldn't be the last.
His cock slid into her heat from behind sheathing itself almost half way before stopping, she couldn't hold back a whimper and he once again commanded her face into the pillow. Why couldn't this witch just enjoy herself he had thought to himself. He worked his way in and out driving into her cervix hard on the second stroke. She bucked beneath him and he snaked a hand down to her nub and brought his body down on hers holding her in place. The utter darkness of the whole scene made her shudder and once again she felt him bring her closer to climax. He speed up his penetrations, deepening his motions driving his tip into her cervix harder with each stroke. It caused her to shudder against him and scream his name into the pillow. She had begun to babble and almost trash around the bed as she heard him boom another command. She barely registered his demand to bring her bottom up into the air, but once again her body comply to the sound of his vapid voice. She lifted herself up onto her hands and knees and was met with a forceful push to her upper body pressing it back into the mattress another growl escaping from the back of his throat, her legs nearly buckled at the sound and her breathing somehow managed to increase.
A light chuckle from behind her once again caused her blush to show over the skin of her body though barely visible by sconce. He cooed at her to be a good little kitten and just play along, it is only one night in the control of another, and she gets to decide if she wants to return. Her fear left her again and he plunged down into her cervix in one motion leaving her breathless. He worked her extremely sensitive nub brushing over it so lightly that it should barely register and yet his new play thing writhed with extraordinarily heightened pleasure beneath him. He drove into her dragging his tip over her g-spot until she sputtered and convulsed again with a push of her button. He knew she couldn't physically respond to his commands any further and so he pulled out of her and flipped her around planting her surprised face directly before his glistening member.
She was humiliated a little by the moment but his request came more as a growl than a command and although some part wanted desperately for him to punish her, another part knew she wasn't ready to accept it. Her hesitation brought his hand up to her hair and he forced her surprised mouth around his twitching cock. She tasted herself on him and she found the taste not unpleasant, she drug her teeth gently up his length before he wrapped his hand around the hair at the back of her neck and plunged himself into the back of her throat. He bucked his hips and made some strange sounds and she heard him when all he could repeat was her name and the word fuck over and over before he removed himself from her mouth. He moved them both on the bed, saying cleaning spell over them both and pulling her into his arms stroking the side of her face. He purred words at her about how good of a little kitten she had been for her first time and how he wanted ever so much to be her first for so many more things.
She awoke in the morning still in his arms. He was gently petting her hair, he expressed that although he wished for was to ravage her body again she needed time to heal and he needed to get ready for work. She nodded and rose and headed for the bathroom. She removed herself from the shower with enough time dress and floo to work. Somehow she wasn't ready to look Draco in the eye after that night. She had indeed wanted it to happen and she enjoyed it very much but those steel grey eyes left her mind foggy and panties wet. She needed to concentrate. She slipped into the bedroom to dress and discovered a note over a very choice black tailored dress that would cover her chest but bare her arms. She took the hint and put it on, it was very hot secretary but she appreciated how it hugged her curves. Inside the note was a small silver charm in the shape of a serpent, the note read that she was to put it on if she was truly ready to be his, but wearing it meant that the Weasel was never to touch her romantically again. She rolled her eyes at the thought, the "Weasel" as he had described Ron hadn't touched her like that in years anyway. She took the charm and placed in on a chain and took a deep breath before she used a bit of magic to fasten the chain around her neck.
Draco smiled from the boardroom table feeling his present was accepted. After his meeting he sent an owl to her demanding she tell Ron she was his now, and received a howler in return screaming only the name of his wife. His owl reply came in his own cursive writing rather than a howler, the parchment read words she never expected. His note read clearly that the first night he had the chance to entertain her presence in his bedroom he had informed his wife of his intentions and the separation had gone through the ministry that same afternoon due to Astoria's repeated howlers to the whole of the Ministry. He was a free man other than he had fought for custody of his son and won, a Malfoy heir and what not. The boy had been angry and opted to stay with his grandmother instead of himself but at least Astoria wouldn't be his foremost influence.
He wished he could see her face at the moment she realized what he had done for the prospect of one night with her. He chuckled to himself as he pictured her face turning pink in front of whomever she might be near at the time of the notes arrival, her hand almost dropping the note as her mouth dropped open. He smiled wondering if it was enough for her to finally know the truth, the truth of how he had felt about her since their youth. The next thing he saw slide under his door and he quickly put up a muffillatio spell to prevent others from hearing his inevitable rejection from Hermione, but when her opened the letter the unmistakable voice of the Weasel boomed out from the letter. Ronald screamed about how Malfoy had ruined his life by getting his wife off. Draco couldn't help but laugh. His work day flew by and he returned to the little manor he had shared with Hermione that night. If nothing more there scent would still be on the sheets and that would be enough for him tonight.
He pushed the door opened and scanned the room the sconces were already lit and the house was warmed by the same magical charm he had used the night before. He loosened his tie as he made his way to the bedroom, he pushed the open door to let himself inside letting out an audible gasp as he took in the form of Hermione, she was positioned in a submissive state with her arms in her lap sitting on her lower legs wearing nothing but his charm around her neck. She was keeping her back straight but her head and eyes low. It was clear someone had done some reading and he licked his lips at the prospect. He vowed in that moment to best the best he could be for her.
Her voice came out meekly but it was all he needed to spur him on. One word had escaped her mouth and he had barried his cock in her throat once more. The word resounded through his head and he never wanted to hear her call him anything but daddy for as long as they both lived. Her eyes welled up with tears as he commanded her to look at him from her place on her knees and for a moment he wanted to pull back, she saw the hint of hurt in his eyes and curled her lips into a smile around his cock before swallowing hard around his pulsing member. He came hard at the back of her throat before ravaging her body again.
He whispered to her after about how he planned to do so nightly until she told him to stop, she giggled and her eyes sparkled with only hunger in response. He put her to bed that night only after watching her eyes roll into the back of her head for a third time while he drove his cock across her g-spot until she climaxed convulsing hard. Once again he cleaned them both and held her close petting her gently as he whispered in her ear about how she had been a good little kitten and about how he would take care of her always. This time after he was sure she was asleep he whispered about how much he craved her every moment of the day with her, and how much he loved her, he whispered to her how one day, when she was ready, he would make her a Malfoy.
He drifted off to sleep never seeing the smile creep across her face, he only moved to hold her tigher when she had nuzzled deeper into his chest. She brushed her lips gently across his chest and breathed out a sigh. He was everything she needed now and she wanted nothing more than to be his in every sense of the word. She would say yes when he asked. She knew she would find no other words in the moment, she predicted that she wouldn't want to.