A/N: well I planned only doing a one-shot of this but someone, cough dramionelover26 cough, asked me if I might continue. To give you an idea as to why Draco got into it and all that.

To the guest who asked about the hardcore version. I wish you might have signed in so I could answer you through a PM, but since you didn't I'll answer here. I know nothing about bdsm. I don't practice it or anything like that. The only way I can learn anything is through research. That being said. I never planned to continue this but as I have decided to add at least this chapter, that's just not the Draco I have in my mind.

You'll see what I mean in this chapter, but I have no plans to make this into anything hardcore. This will be completely softcore if I go any further than this second chapter. I hope you all can understand that and of course that you can understand that I may or may not add chapters, if they come to me.

In light of that, I will change this to incomplete with a brief note to explain that I may or may not add to it.

Besides the way I see Draco, even if he was a hardcore Dominant. He would never do that with Hermione at the beginning of it because she's not a Submissive. She has never done anything remotely kinky ever, so an untrained person would never be introed to hardcore bdsm until they've had some training.

At least I hope that's the case. Hope you enjoy moving further into the depths of Draco's psyche. Also the song I mention in this chapter can be kind of depressing I'm told, so if you choose to listen to it, please do so with caution. Enjoy. :)

Chapter Two

Two Weeks later

Hermione

"So Draco, what made you get into this,"Hermione asked.

She'd been curious about that for two weeks now, but in a completely un-Gryffindor like manner she had been afraid to ask. For obvious reasons of course. She knew whatever it had been had to be relatively bad.

She knew from the websites- she may be magical but that didn't keep her from Muggle things, after all she was a Muggle-born-she had visited that a fair few people got into it to keep their demons at bay. While others just liked giving up control or taking it when they didn't have it in their everyday lives.

She doubted Draco was submissive during the day. From her encounters with him so far he was a fairly dominant man. He chose what they did usually and more often than not they came to his flat and just stayed there.

They had yet to go out on an actual date and if she were honest she was starting to feel like a dirty secret. Not that that was a bad thing. She could imagine what Ron or Harry might say if they saw her with Draco, but at the same time she wanted all the women she had heard throw themselves at him on a daily basis at work- from the single female teachers to some of the Sixth and Seventh Year girls- to know he was off limits. She couldn't count the number of times she had heard girls giggling in the corridors or her classroom over the 'handsome Professor Malfoy'.

At first it had merely amused her. She wasn't really interested then.

She wanted to possibly be his friend of course- having worked on her feelings over the way he and other Pure-bloods had treated her- but other that she had been with Ron at that time and Draco had been avoiding people for the most part.

She was swiftly becoming addicted to the sight of him, however. The feel of him, on her, around her, in her and she wondered how they might continue this relationship or whatever it was when they had to go back to Hogwarts in approximately two months. She was brought out of her musings by his silky baritone chuckling at her.

"Always the curious one aren't you Granger? Though I must confess to be surprised you haven't asked before now. Alright, I'll open up to you."

Draco

She gave him an endearing smile. He was going to wipe that right off her face with his story. It wasn't a pretty one. He knew what she had seen on the surface, but not what was behind the scenes. The things he saw, the things he went through, the things he had been forced to do. No, it wasn't pretty by any means.

"You know how I became a Death Eater. What you don't know, but I'm sure speculated, is that I never wanted it. Voldemort forced it upon me as punishment for my father's failures. You were at the Ministry that night. Everyone knows it. That prophecy was important and my father failed.

"Punishing him directly would never have been good enough for ole Voldy. No, he had to do it through those Father loved most, myself and my mother. And what better way to punish him than to watch the anguish my mother felt when her beloved son was forced into service and given an impossible task. One he knew I would fail and then he would have the joy of watching my parents faces as he killed me slowly. Fortunately Snape saved me, but that wasn't the end of it, not by a long shot.

"That bastard tortured my mother in front of me. Put her under the Cruciatus and then enjoyed her torment when he used the Imperius Curse and made my mother torture and kill people for the fun of it, because he knew how much my mother would hate herself when he showed her, through his memories, what she had done.

"My mother wasn't a Death Eater. She didn't have the capacity to murder people in cold blood just because they weren't Pure-blood like we were. Sure, she held to the ideals, what good obedient Pure-blood wife didn't. But my mother was no monster.

"When he was done playing with my mother he turned back to me. The people I had to torture, maim, kill- I've killed people Granger, and I'll hate myself everyday for the rest of my life for it.

"So when Potter ended the Dark Lord I sought out some control in my life, in all ways. I took charge of my destiny, as it were. The first thing that went was my betrothal. I had been engaged to Astoria Greengrass since the day she was born. Shacklebolt was able to annul that, being the Minister and all, much to my father's displeasure. My mother understood of course.

"Then I set out to make my own fortune outside of what I would inherit by being the Malfoy heir. If I could I would throw that away too, but that would hurt my mother and I just can't do that. What I could do though, was make my own unsullied reputation.

"I work for the School of Hogwarts as the Potions Professor, as you know of course. We don't make a great amount of money of course, but it's enough to live off of without supplementing it during the summer vacations, as you also know. Plus Theo Nott helped me make some sound investments, I'm quite independently wealthy now.

"Then I moved out from under my parents. I bought this flat with my first pay check. Everything in it is because of me. Not my parents. Then I sought more control. What better way to have it than to tie up pretty witches like yourself and make your bodies sing?

"I started out with the harsher aspects, more to exorcise my demons than anything else, but after a bit I realized that that wasn't me. I was just repeating a vicious cycle. Hurting others, getting off on their pain just like He did, so I got rid of the canes and whips and such and now it's all about the controlling of a woman's pleasure.

"I decide when she will come, how she will come and how often, and I'm a master at it. I can make your body scream for my touch Granger. Would you like me to show you again?"

"You're deflecting."

"Bloody know it all. Fine, what more is there to say?"

"How many?"

"A fair few Granger and that's all you'll get besides the fact that yes, some of them were former classmates."

"Ok, fair enough. What do you expect between us Draco? I'm not some one night stand kind of girl, though there was one time it happened. I don't mind the kink, but can you give me the relationship?"

"You know, had you asked me that three years ago before I stopped the harder stuff, I would have told you no, I couldn't. But now... Well, I'll just say perhaps and hope you'll take what I'm offering. I mean we have been at this for two weeks, surely that tells you that you aren't a one night stand."

"I won't be a dirty little secret Draco."

"Good Gran... um, I mean Hermione, because I plan to flaunt you in front of all and sundry, I will have you on my arm for the societal events we're both expected to attend, I will take you on dates, and perhaps one day in the future I might even marry you and have children with you."

"Marry me Draco? Funny, I had that same thought after that first night. But what about work? How do we work around that? McGonagall won't keep us apart, but neither will she allow us to flaunt our relationship."

"Well forgive me for wanting you all to myself for a bit first. To keep our relationship our own. You know the second Rita Skeeter gets wind we're together it'll be all over the Wizarding World and more than likely in a way, or in words, we won't like. As for Hogwarts. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. We have about a month and a half and who knows what will happen during it, besides the fact that we will still be together. Of that I have no doubt.

"So, now that we've gotten the awkwardness of when is the appropriate time to have sex out of the way, what say you to going out to dinner and a movie with me? I've become quite fond of those Muggle movie theaters, I'll even let you pick what we eat and whatever we see."

He gave her his trademark smirk and watched as her eyes flashed and she nodded her head.

"Good, now that's settled how about I show you just how gifted I am at making your body sing."

He then proceeded to show her that he was quite a gifted lover without all the trappings. He hadn't taken her into the Red Room since that first night, he couldn't quite fathom why. Perhaps it was to show her that he didn't need it. That it was no longer a crutch, but a means in which to bring a little spice to his sex life?

Who knew really; and who cared as long as he held her in his arms each night. Their night was most enjoyable and they fell into a sated sleep wrapped in each others arms, just as he hoped to do for many more nights.

The next night

Hermione

"So Hermione, I promised you dinner and a movie. What would you like to eat?"

He was dressed as his usual impeccable self, in a green button down and black slacks, with a black belt and dress shoes. She'd give him one thing, he knew how to dress to impress. She on the other hand was in a simple white sundress with colorful butterflies all over the skirt and up onto the bodice.

Dressy, but still causal. She noticed his sleeves were rolled up, something he didn't do at the school- he wore robes somewhat similar to what Snape's had been in that they were all black and long sleeved, or so she had heard- due to the faded Dark Mark on his arm and it made her happy that he trusted her enough to show it.

Of course she still had the scar from his maniacal aunt, 'Mudblood', engraved into her arm and Bellatrix had put just enough dark magic into it so that it would never fade. It would remain a white scar, similar to his, for the rest of her life. No amount of magic or potions would ever remove it.

They were both scarred by the war and had both worked to find coping mechanisms. He the control, she the determination to make a name for herself- other than the one she got as being one of 'The Golden Trio'. She threw herself into her work, hardly making any time for herself or her relationship with Ron, even when school had let out for the summer. It had been the beginning of the end for their relationship.

"How about Italian, and not that cheap stuff! The authentic stuff made by authentic Italian chefs."

"As you wish. Close your eyes and hang on tight."

When she had requested the Italian dinner she had expected Draco to Apparate them to some five star restaurant in London that had catered to that specifically. When she closed her eyes and he wrapped her in his arms and she had felt the familiar tug of Apparition, she had expected to open her eyes to some expensive place that required reservations.

Some place in the Wizarding World. She definitely didn't expect to open her eyes in an alley way about a block from their destination and to step out into the crowd of people, in Rome! And she absolutely hadn't expected him to take her to some off the grid, cozy little mom and pop restaurant that was comfortably crowded.

She also hadn't expected him to order their meal, in actual Italian. The sound of his voice speaking to the waiter was enough to make her panties wet, but that he did so in another language had made her flushed and wanting as well. She wondered what other little talents he possessed outside of the bedroom? She couldn't wait until she could delve deeper into the enigma that was Draco Malfoy.

After a delightful dinner full of pleasant conversation about their lives now, he paid the bill and took her back to that alley way and Disapparated them back to London and an alley way not far from a movie theater.

After deciding on the movie they grabbed some candy and a drink and headed into the theater. He led them to a dark back corner, where they could see, but not be seen, and Hermione wondered what he might be up to.

Once the lights dimmed and the movie began she started to relax. She had just gotten into the movie when she felt a hand, ever so gently, begin to play with the hem of her dress.

Now she saw his game. But she wondered how far he would go with it. She peeked at the other patrons, but no one was within their vacinity and she wondered if he had cast a silent and wandless Muggle Repelling Charm around them. She had never seen him with his wand, but again that could have been because she was too busy watching his bum in those trousers.

She also had begun to think he had cast a Silencing Charm as well when his finger started to trace higher and higher, until it lightly traced up her slit through her panties and elicited a surprised gasp from her.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Snide bastard, he was making it very hard to watch the movie.

Suddenly her candy was grabbed from her hand and placed on the seat next to him and her hand was grabbed in his and placed on his very impressive erection.

"See what you do to me love? I have to have you, can't wait till we get back to my place."

With that he had lifted her out of her seat, unzipped and freed himself, and had lifted her skirt high enough to see her panties which he then moved aside and then he was filling her. She was sat on his lap, the skirt of her dress draped around them so no one could see what was going on underneath, as if they would see anyway. As a wizard Draco had made sure no one would know what they were doing in the back corner of the darkened theater.

He had a hold of her hips, a forceful yet gentle grip, and was lifting her off of himself all the way to the tip just to slam her back down. It felt sensational and she could feel herself building quickly, as she tried to muffle her cries of pleasure out of habit. No one would hear her with that Silencing Charm around them.

She was getting closer to her release with every thrust and she knew when he was too because he held her up, just above him to begin pumping in and out of her faster and harder and more erratically until they both cried out loudly.

He held her there, on his lap, for what seemed like hours, as he tried to catch his breath and she tried to catch hers. She wasn't sure if it had been him, the thrill of where they were, or what but this had to be the best sex she'd ever had.

She definitely wanted more, much much more and she truly thought she might already have fallen in love with him.

He lifted her once more, moved her panties back over her, moved her back to her seat, stuffed himself back into his trousers and zipped them back up. He stood up then and offered her his hand.

"I'm no where near finished with you yet Hermione. Let's go back to my place."

And she went with him gladly. She couldn't wait to see what pleasures awaited her this night. At this rate she might as well move in with him. She hadn't seen her own flat for the last two weeks, except to pop in during the day to feed Crookshanks, water her plants and get a change of clothes.

Later when she lay next to him in his king sized bed, made with green silk sheets- typical Slytherin- she watched the play of the moonlight that filtered through the curtains dance across his skin. It made his already pale skin look ghostly and she couldn't help but think of a Muggle song she had heard once. It was called Lost Boy by an artist called Ruth B. The song was hauntingly beautiful and having now heard his story, she thought of it for some reason.

He was just a lost boy after all. His Neverland was the control he strove so hard to achieve. Tonight however she had seen more of him. A different depth. There had been a carefree quality to him when they had gone on their date.

He had done all in his power to make the night memorable for her, from taking her to Rome because she had wanted Italian, to letting her choose the movie, even if it had meant watching some romantic comedy or some such nonsense. Then the sex in public and bringing her back to his flat to continue their love fest. Not once had he suggested the Red Room. It was as if he was reluctant to take her in there again.

She would just have to persuade him, because as much as she'd enjoyed these two weeks she wanted to make sure he knew that she accepted all of him. And she'd enjoyed it just as much as he had.