I think this is all I'm going to write for these two, but I hope you've enjoyed this nonetheless.
R&R
"You've done so well tonight, pet."
Hermione was currently tied to a Saint Andrew's Cross, her arms and legs were spread apart to make an X, ankles and wrists held to the cross by soft straps of leather, a strip of emerald green fabric around her neck that kept her from moving away from the cross.
"Thank you." she exhaled, eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.
Draco had just given her the most intense orgasm she'd ever had in her life and was now just looking at her with that smirk.
"Your skin looks lovely like this." he murmured, moving back over to her to trail his fingertips along her body.
He spent - well, she didn't actually know how long he'd spent, but quite some time she was sure - using a flogger across every inch of her skin that he could reach.
To say she'd enjoyed it would be an understatement. He'd had her writhing in a matter of minutes, and coming undone with just the touch of his fingertips to her over sensitized clit.
"More lovely than when I'm out of my comfort zone?" she asked, a small smirk slipping onto her face.
He met hers with a smirk of his own, trailing his knuckles across her cheek and down her neck, "Not quite, Granger."
"Do you trust me?" he asked, taking a few steps away from her. She couldn't help but think he did that to give her a clear head.
She appreciated it.
At his question she laughed, "Trust you how, Malfoy? I'm tied to a cross in your house, at your mercy."
"I suppose that's true." he said, moving forward again to untie the green silk and release her from the St. Andrew's Cross. "We're going to try something, then."
They were in Draco's playroom after all.
He lead her toward the middle of the room to stand underneath what she could only describe as a mini subway track. There was a longer strip of emerald green silk attached to chains that he showed could move along the grid.
He sensed her hesitation and smirked, one eyebrow raised in challenge, "You're not afraid, are you, pet?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest, "Of course not."
"Come here." he said, offering her his hand.
She took it and he immediately pulled her forward so her bare chest was pressed against his - skin to skin.
"If I ever do something you don't like, you know you just have to say so, right?" he asked, his voice softer.
She caught his silver eyes and knew he spoke the truth.
"I know."
He pressed a slightly softer kiss to her lips before stepping back.
"Your arms, pet."
She stepped over to him, raising her arms above her head so he could secure the silk ties around her wrists and bit down her forearms.
"Comfortable?" he asked with a smirk. He was very aware of how she stood on her tip-toes in front of him.
"Not exactly the word I'd use."
"Good." he said, stepping back to look through a set of drawers.
A few moments later he returned, a bottle of slightly pink looking oil in his hands.
"What's that?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she watched him walk toward her.
"It's an oil, pet. I think you're going to love it."
"An oil." she repeated. It wasn't a question, but he acted as though it had been.
"Those wheels are just spinning up there, aren't they, love?" he said, delicately tapping his index finger against her forehead.
"What kind of -"
"Just enjoy the ride, Granger." he murmured against her ear, his lips brushing the delicate shell before he stepped back a bit.
She rolled her eyes, and before she could register what was happening Malfoy spun her around and smacked her ass twice.
"I told you your eye rolling gives me quite the twitchy palm, pet." he said, pulling her back against himself by her waist.
He slid one hand from her waist up to her breasts, lightly rolling a nipple between his fingers before repeating the process with the other breast.
"Oh!" she gasped, her head tipping back to rest on his shoulder as his other hand busied itself between her legs.
"I love how responsive you are." he murmured against her neck, pressing kisses there as his hands continued their ministrations.
After a few moments he pulled the vial of oil from his back pocket and began dripping it across her body. He started at her shoulders, letting the slightly pink liquid roll down her breasts and stomach to slide between her folds.
The liquid was warm, and she could feel whatever tension she'd had from the week dissipate when his hands found her breasts again.
This time he stood in front of her, wanting to see her reactions to his touch. Something about having Hermione Granger at his mercy was...exhilarating.
Hermione's eyes fell closed and a soft moan slipped past her lips. Everything felt so much more than before. It was as though every inch of her skin was on fire, and the soft touches Malfoy was giving her was doing nothing to put out the flames.
Her moans increased, both in frequency and volume, as his hands lost their gentle touch. He pinched and tweaked her nipples, taking one into his mouth to graze his teeth over the sensitive peak.
"Oh Merlin, Malfoy." she moaned, lightly tugging on the restraints on her arms.
"Are you getting restless, pet?" he asked with a smirk, his silver eyes sparkling with dark promise as he looked down at her.
"Please fuck me." she said, her body reflexively arching toward him as he continued teasing her breasts.
"I fully intend to fuck you." he said with a chuckle, one hand sliding down between her legs, "But first, I want to play."
The strange pink oil Malfoy had used had Hermione utterly overwhelmed, and it wasn't long before Malfoy's fingers on her clit had reduced her to a writhing mess.
Please, please, please. More, more, more.
The words went straight to his dick, and he couldn't deny that he'd never wanted the witch more. Her curly hair was wild around her face, her cheeks and breasts a lovely rose color as she panted. Her legs began to shake from both the strain of having to stand on her tip-toes and the impending orgasm he was about to give her.
Malfoy loved every second of it.
It wasn't long after that her orgasm did rip through her, and before she could comprehend anything, Malfoy knelt down, placing her legs on his shoulders as he licked her clit with abandon. He never relented, never giving Hermione the chance to catch her breath, as his hands kneaded her ass, pushing her closer to his mouth and holding her there.
"Oh fuck, Draco," she moaned, her toes curling and her eyes clamping shut as another orgasm washed over her.
He continued leisurely lapping at her essence as she slowly came down from her high.
"I've never...that was..." she was panting, unable to come up with the words to explain what she'd felt. She shook her head, chuckling as a light blush tinted her cheeks at the sight of him below her between her thighs.
He smirked, gently easing her back onto her feet. With the flick of his wrist the silk around her arms vanished and she fell forward. Luckily Malfoy had expected it and caught her easily.
"Tired already, pet?" he asked as he led her to the bed.
"You're joking, right?"
"I'm nowhere near done with you." he said, tugging her forward into a kiss, "So you'd better be ready."
She melted into his touch immediately. She had realized over the past few months that she was comfortable with him. More comfortable than she'd like to admit if she were being honest.
He pulled away and motioned for her to get on the bed, taking his pants off before sliding between her legs.
She was surprised that there were no restraints. He never fucked her like this.
But he slid into her warm, inviting heat easily, resting his weight on his forearms so as not to crush the much smaller witch below him.
"You feel fucking amazing." he groaned against her neck, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth. When he pulled away he was pleased to see a harsh red mark where his mouth had been.
She. Was. His.
The thought didn't surprise him as much as it would have a few weeks ago. He was well aware he had bitten off more than he could chew with the former Gryffindor Princess. He hadn't been able to so much as fantasize about another woman, let alone actually fuck one since he'd began whatever thing they were doing.
Her hands found his back, taking full advantage of the rare occasion of being able to touch him.
He kept his pace slow, but it did nothing to quell the fire building in her stomach, and on a particularly deep thrust her nails raked down his back.
He groaned, the sound low and guttural, and picked up his pace.
"I never knew you liked it a little rough too, Malfoy." she said, digging her nails into his back again. "And here I thought I was the only one who got off on a little pain."
Hearing such dirty words fall from her pouty lips was almost too much.
How was she even real?
"I still have so much to teach you, pet." he said, smirking against her neck as he shifted his angle to repeatedly hit that spot.
"Oh gods - Draco -"
She came undone beneath him, eyes squeezed shut as he continued pumping into her, drawing her orgasm out almost unbearably.
Almost.
She arched her back so her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, her pebbled nipples rubbing against his own. He took the opportunity to bite the space between her neck and shoulder, finding release for himself too.
He rolled off her, both of them staring up at the ceiling in silence for a few minutes.
Draco glanced over at her and noticed her eyes were closed. Instead of saying anything he just studied her. She'd always been quite pretty, but she was nothing less than stunning now.
Her wild halo of hair was splayed around her face, her pouty, pink lips were slightly parted as she attempted to catch her breath, and her long eyelashes brushed the freckles that covered her cheeks.
As if she could feel him staring at her, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Malfoy smirked, choosing not to answer her question, "Do you have fun with me, Granger?"
"Fun?" she repeated, a slight frown on her face.
He rolled his eyes, "Do you like being here?"
"Of course I do." she answered easily. She found it funny that he even had to ask at this point. It'd been months of nights like these.
"So you'll come back?" His voice was softer than she usually heard it, which caught her attention.
"Why wouldn't I?"
He ran a hand through his hair and said, "I heard that Weasley asked you out to dinner."
She couldn't stop the small chuckle from bubbling out - which did nothing but earn her a glare from the blonde haired wizard.
"He did ask me out." she said, still smiling, "But I politely declined."
"Why?" he asked with a snort, petulantly crossing his arms over his chest.
Hermione, though, wasn't phased by his attitude, "Because I enjoy this. I enjoy your company. Ron's a great guy, just not a great guy for me."
"And who is a great guy for you, Hermione?" he asked, his eyes holding none of their usual stoniness.
She smiled, rolling so she was on her side staring at him, "If you don't know by now, it's clear how I beat you all those years at Hogwarts."
He smirked, finally relaxing as he tugged her to lay with her head on his chest so he could gently stroke the soft skin of her back.
"You have no idea what you're getting into." he said, laughing lightly.
"I'm not afraid." she said with a wink, "Besides, you still have so much to teach me."
R&R please, it makes my day.