Originally written for an anonymous HP-kink challenge. Prompt: "Draco/Hermione; woods!sex, something to do with Draco teaching Hermione a lesson? (with a comedic/sadistic line from Draco at the very end?)"
Obviously, I ran with it a little. The author makes no attempt to justify this PWP. :P
Draco swings around and has Hermione pinned against the tree before it occurs to her to defend herself. One cool hand clenches around her throat, the other leveling a wand at her stomach. Hermione wildly tries to conjure an excuse for following him, certain the question is forthcoming. She had seen Draco sprinting across the grounds from her window, and took off after him just as he'd disappeared into the woods, fueled by baseless paranoia. But he doesn't speak. They stare at each other coldly. And then Draco raises his knee between Hermione's legs and presses up, hard.
Hermione gasps, and then there are ropes around her, cutting into her skin. Draco drops his wand tip to the hemline of her skirt and hooks it under, drawing it higher, higher. The wand feels hot as it trails up the soft inside of her bare thigh. He leans in and whispers in her ear: you've had this coming.
He kisses her hard, and it's all teeth and violence and possession. He bites down on her lower lip and she thinks she tastes blood. Hermione tries, and fails, to suppress a low moan. There are four ropes binding her: one at her neck, one beneath her breasts, one riding low on her hips and another at her shins. They are millimeters away from her erogenous points and she feels like she is going to die as the nylon ropes bite into her skin, hiking up her shirt to reveal her stomach, her skirt to expose her wetness, every time she struggles. It occurs to her that she wants to feel the rough, dirty rope on her throbbing clit.
Draco steps back and observes the writhing girl before him. Of course, Draco means for her to struggle. The more she fights, the tighter the ropes get. If she's not careful, Draco thinks with lust, she is going to asphyxiate herself. Draco is seized by the realization that she is his completely, tonight. He removes her panties and stuffs them into her mouth.
Smirking, Draco carefully disrobes and methodically folds back his sleeves. He unzips the fly of his trousers, tucks away his wand, projecting the sense that he's got all night. He pulls Hermione's arms free of the ropes and pins them above her. He knows he does not need to prepare her, but wouldn't have bothered even if she were as dry as the tree she's pressed against. Her eyes are huge and terrified when he drives himself into her, and she tries to scream.
And then she is bucking against him and he is driving himself in and out of her and as they hear the tell-tale squelching sound, they both know she is soaking his cock. Hermione flushes with embarrassment of her desire. Draco presses her arms harder into the tree and she yelps with the pain of contact. She will have quite a few scratches in the morning. She will look like she has been used. And with that thought, Draco plunges into her furiously, pulls out and releases himself on her exposed stomach.
He tucks himself back into his trousers and wordlessly releases the ropes. Hermione is shaking slightly with aftermath. Draco, with a devilish grin, leans in, tenderly kisses her cheek, and then strides back towards the castle.
Sliding to the base of the now-slick tree, Hermione reflects that there is something to be said for nosiness, after all.