A/N: First off, I truly apologize for the delay. Real life and all. To make up for it, this chapter is incredibly long!

And on that note, I don't know if I'll be writing another chapter from HPOV for a while. It was tough writing her as I've written her. Hopefully you'll see why. Not as easy as I thought it would be!

I hope it was worth the wait.

I'm leaving on vacation on thursday and since we'll be at the nice sunny ocean, and I'm alergic to the sun, I plan on spending the day in the hotel room reading and writing. I'm sure there will be no objections. (:

I think it turned out well overall. I hope you all enjoy it too.

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Chapter 3 -Tease Me, Please Me

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I lowered myself into the hot bath water, hissing as my nether-regions broke the surface. Once they had been submerged for a few moments, the stinging sensation became more of a dull ache. Dull ache, I can deal with.

I flipped through the pages of the catalogue I was browsing. I knew exactly what I was looking for, but sometimes it's more fun to just look through the pages. That, and I found myself having to look at some of pages more than once. My mind was most definitely elsewhere.

Draco Malfoy had definitely been a fantastic lay. Not the best I had been with, but within the top two. I'd be damned if I'd tell him that. But he did have an amazing knack for oral sex. I'd give him that. Memories of our sex were definitely filling my thoughts and easily distracting me.

Granted, my experience was limited to what, six guys? And maybe a dozen times each, if that? Well, with one exception. So I didn't have a lot of experiences to compare to. I'm sure I had a lot less experience than Draco did. And I'm still not sure what made me think that he would even be good in bed. After all, rumors are just that. Draco is known all over the school as a sex legend. I know you can't believe everything you hear.

And I really didn't care. Pansy was a slag, everyone knew that. And I'm sure she would have exaggerated any and all of her conquests.

But, if she was such a good and dedicated girlfriend, why was Draco Malfoy, sex god extraordinaire, going into sex shops buying toys for himself?

I had been friends with Charlie Kendall for several years. He was actually a squib, born to wizarding parents. Charlie's father happened to be Lucius Malfoy's half-brother.

Charlie had only been at the shop for a few weeks when I made my first visit. I had just decided to break things off with Viktor Krum, deciding that our long distance relationship was just too difficult. I stopped into the shop, wanting to find a sex toy. Viktor and I had shared a very close, physical relationship, and I had quickly found that I missed this aspect.

I was very shocked when I walked into the shop and found my friend Charlie. We talked; I bought my first sex toy, a book on hand job techniques, and left with a date with Charlie.

We dated over that summer. Well, dated is a pretty loose term. We met at pre-arranged times, at pre-arranged places, for pre-arranged things. So yeah, we dated. I learned a lot about oral sex from Charlie. Charlie was more than willing to let me practice, and he enjoyed showing me what he knew as well. But better than that, I got his employee discount.

But as Sandy, a character in the movie Grease said 'It turned cold; that's where it ends.' Something in me knew that it was a rebound relationship, a 'summer fling'. It was exactly what I needed. I left with a slew of toys and books, a plethora of sex knowledge, and a great friend.

So I was incredibly shocked when a few days ago, I had gotten a letter from my friend, telling me what had happened. I wasn't upset with him, not really. Yeah, he gave Draco my initials, but I knew there were other people in the school with the same initials. So what? Let him suspect me? I don't care. I honestly wasn't upset with Charlie. And the more I thought about it, the more I thought that I could really have some fun with it.

So a few days later, when I placed yet another order for batteries, I included a note and told Charlie to 'go ahead and tell him what your owl looks like. I'll keep you updated with what he does.'

I could have kissed Charlie when I got a letter from him the next day, along with a catalogue, showing me a picture of the newest muggle wizarding crossover device. A DVD movie camera. It took me hours to figure out how to work around Hogwarts safety field. Charlie gave me a hand with that too. But in the end, I gave the device its own little field, inside the Hogwarts field. It was a tough piece of magic that was probably way too advanced for a student of Hogwarts. But not for the smartest witch in half a century. I hid the device on my bookshelf, and aimed it towards my bed. Because of the field, I would have to manually start any recording, instead of using a remote device. But I thought that I could probably figure an easy way around that. And figuring out how to get the batteries charged had been a whole different story.

And I had. The first time, I knew he would be there, and was able to start recording ahead of time. Although I hadn't known the exact time, and managed to waste a bit of the media recording space.

Our second time had been a little more of a surprise. I knew he would be back for more, I just didn't know when. I was actually glad that he came back. I wasn't looking forward to approaching him. But something told me that if I just sat back and waited, he would break down. It only took two days. I half expected it to take a little longer, but hey, I'm not complaining.

On the walk back to my quarters, I was able to quickly formulate my plan. I would blindfold him quickly so that I could start the recording. That, and it's always hot to tease and torment someone when they're blindfolded.

But now my mind was thinking forward, to more torture. I wasn't done with the blond bombshell quite yet. I still wanted a little more humiliation. If he brought me the rest of the pictures , then maybe I would consider showing him the movies I've made of our little fuck fests. See how he feels about blackmail now.

I flipped another page. Butt plug. A very tempting thought. But knowing someone like him, I'd have to use the most narrow, and a whole bucket of lube. And besides, it would be more to degrade him. I'd get more enjoyment out of it than he would. Anal beads. Now there's a thought. He'd object at first, but they give fantastic orgasms. But that would take some heavy persuasion. Oh! Here we go!

Leather.

I found exactly what items I wanted, marking off my selections with my wand on the order form. Charlie would get a kick out of this order.

After finishing my bath, I went into the bedroom, lighting some candles. The scent of lilacs always helped to relax and calm me. I made my way to the shelf where the recorder was hidden. I pulled it out and carried it to my bed. Rewinding it quickly, I hit play and turned up the volume.

Perfect. There was Draco Malfoy, naked and tied to my bed. His magnificent cock was jutting out and he was wearing that Slytherin tie across his eyes. I grinned. This was too perfect. I lay back as I watched, and felt myself getting wet as the scene re-enacted before my eyes.

Wow. I'm really quite the bossy slut.

In a few spots I almost felt bad for Draco. Almost. I really did go quite hard on him. No pun intended. But it was still a huge turn on, watching myself fuck his face. Very humiliating, actually. I wonder what Draco would do, to make sure his Slytherin friends or his daddy didn't see this.

The video got to the end, where I undid Draco's binds and let him go free. Where he threw me onto the bed and drove himself into me. He was pounding into me, hard. It felt fantastic. Watching it was bringing back those familiar sensations. Reminding me of the blood he had drawn when he was gripping my thighs. Yes, it hurt, but I would be the last one to go to the hospital wing and get a potion for it. Call them well-earned battle scars.

The video ended, and I was glad that I had not put on any clothes after getting out of the bathtub. If I had, my panties would already be soaked. I got out of bed and changed the DVD to an empty one, hiding the full one before labeling it.

I debated over whether or not I should take care of this need myself. I was afraid that if I didn't, I would never be able to fall asleep. Then again, I'd had several orgasms earlier. Maybe that would be enough.

I decided to take a chance at sleep. I took my monthly anti-pregnancy potion, blew out the candles, and easily fell into a restful slumber.

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I had to get up early to mail my order to Charlie. I asked him to add it to my tab. It was kind of a running joke that we had. I was fairly sure that the things I had asked for would be in stock, and Charlie was always good about letting me know right away if something I wanted wasn't in the shop at the moment.

The day dragged on as usual. Lunch held its usual monotony, as Ron and Harry were droning on about Quidditch. Again.

And the two of you have to ask why you never get laid? Seriously?

It gets so old. Really.

My class work was done, and even my advanced reading was done. I was bored.

When I'm bored, I'm dangerous. When I'm bored, it almost always makes my mind wander. When my mind wanders, it wanders towards the gutter. And right now that gutter has Draco Malfoy's name written all over it. Merlin's beard. Why did I say tomorrow? That's a long time to wait.

I glanced across the lunchroom, seeing him picking at his food. He looked like he was trying to have a conversation with Blaise, but some random Slytherin girl was also trying to distract him.

Slag.

Keep your hands off my man meat. I am nowhere near done with him. Yet.

I had no intention of walking over to him and saying anything to him. I was hoping that maybe we could slip out for a quickie. I had no idea if he was even paying attention to me. And I did not want to attract any attention to myself. Shit. I hate being horny… I mean bored.

Hmmm… How to distract myself? I didn't have time to run back to my quarters for a wank, but I did have time to give myself a little imagery. Perfect!

I reached down into my bag. Digging down a little, into one of the pockets, I pulled out a lolly.

A bright red, cherry lolly.

I pulled the wrapper off and closed my eyes, letting myself imagine that it was Draco's swollen prick. I let the tip of my tongue swirl around and sucked it into my mouth. I pulled it out with a popping sound, and then repeated. I wasn't able to give it the same motions that I would normally do, but I gave it a good work out. I could feel the familiar wetness starting to form in between my thighs, and I rubbed my legs together firmly.

My imagined need for sex seemed to diminish as I took out my frustration on the lollipop. My tongue and lips gave it everything they had. The aching sensation diminished, and my mental need for sex lessened. My eyes were still closed as I was remembering the previous night with Draco, and how he had reacted. I could almost hear the way he had moaned as I wrapped my lips around him, and sucked on his man flesh.

When my fantasy got to the part where I was rewarded with a big healthy mouthful of spunk, I slowly opened my eyes. I was actually surprised to feel several sets of eyes on me. A few were from my own house, a couple in Ravenclaw. But there were two sets from Slytherin.

Blaise, and the blond who I had been fantasizing about. Blaise was staring with his mouth wide open, like he was mildly in shock.

Yeah, I know. I'm the goody- goody Gryffindor.

Draco's eyes were narrowed. He didn't look happy. Eh, whatever. Don't take it personal, Draco. I wasn't directing it at you. Although you were the one starring in my day dream, and the object of my mouth's affection, I wasn't trying to be mean.

I placed the rest of my sugary confection on the edge of my plate as the rest of my classmates started to stand up. Some were going to their next class; some were going to places in between. I myself was headed to potions, in the dungeons.

The rest of the day went by rather quickly, and I was glad that I didn't receive an owl from Charlie at dinner. That meant that the things that I ordered would be in the next morning. I had to smile at that. I ate quickly while trying to do some of my own class work, knowing that I had a tutoring session in a half an hour. It was easy work, but it didn't leave me with a lot of time to do my own work.

Deciding that I had eaten enough, I picked up my books, gave a hurried wave to the boys, and quickly made my way to the library. I had one table in the library that I preferred to use. It had the best lighting, and it was centrally located for most of the tutoring subjects. I put my bag down, pulled out the books that I wanted, and walked down the aisle that had the books I needed.

I didn't even see him around the corner. He had to have known exactly where I would be headed. He was on top of me in a heartbeat. He slammed up against me, his erection against my ass making my panties wet almost instantly. One of his hands grabbed one of my tits roughly; the other hand immediately went to my center and pushed the fabric aside. His fingers parted my folds and I was shocked at how wet I really was. His breath was so hot and warm against my ear. I was glad that for once I was actually wearing a ponytail.

"That was a really fucking good show Granger. You see what you did to me? Can you feel how hard you made me?" His lips started to ravage my neck, planting harsh, wet kisses. His fingers in my panties drove into me, first one finger, and then two. He wasn't being gentle, and I didn't want gentle anyway. The hand on my breast started to pinch my nipple and I couldn't help the soft moan that I let out.

"Yeah, you like that Granger, don't you? You like it when I fucking tease you. Just like you were fucking teasing me earlier. Do you know what that felt like, Hermione?" His fingers had now moved to my clit and were starting to rub in slow, torturous circles. I couldn't stop myself from rotating my hips along with him. He starting to move his hips against my ass, and his erection felt incredible. I was biting my lip to stop from moaning. He resumed his torture on neck, sucking and nipping a warm wet path.

"You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now. I want to take my cock and ram it so far up inside of you, Granger. And when I finish fucking you, you'll be walking with a limp." His lips were right next to my ear, and he stopped to flick. I pushed my hips back against his, and I had to bite my the inside of my cheek to fight myself from moaning out loud when he thrust his hips back, hard.

I started to panic when I heard voices enter the library. Shit. It was probably the girls that I tutor. Fuck it. I needed to get off, now. Draco pulled his hands from my panties, removed his hand from my breast and kissed my neck softly.

"You may want to get out there. And as they say, Payback is a bitch, Granger."

He spun and was out of my sight before I could even react. What the hell was that? I turned to find him. Consequences be damned, I was going to demand that he get me off, right now. He had literally disappeared. I had to wonder if he had used his invisibility cloak.

I stopped for a few seconds, trying to think about what to do next. I really should get out there and tutor. I'd been horny before. Nothing new. I'd never been this worked up during a tutoring session though. At least the session was with girls, and the class I was tutoring was muggle studies. It was definitely a class I didn't have to even think about.

I had to get out there, before the girls wondered where I was. They would see my books and my bag, and I always sat in the same spot, so hopefully that would save me a few minutes. I closed my eyes, took some deep even breaths, and fluffed my hair. I checked quickly to make sure that my clothes were not askew, and then turned to grab the books I had originally came down this isle for. I found them easily, and made my way out to my charges.

They both smiled at me, and then they both looked at me, concern crossing their face. "Hermione, are you ok?" They both asked at the same time. I nodded.

"You look flushed." One of them told me. The both started to giggle, and whisper. I pulled out the books I had found, and started to go over the material that they needed. As they were reviewing with themselves, I found myself daydreaming about what I was planning what I was going to do to Draco tomorrow night.

I was quickly pulled out of my reverie when I heard one of the girls whispered voices say "I'm positive that's a hickey."

Oh, he did not.

I ignored the girls comment, but cut the study session a little shorter than I normally would have. I quickly pulled made my way to my quarters, and headed straight to the mirror.

That little weasel. Correction, that little ferret.

There, in all of its bright purple glory, was a hickey. It wasn't much larger than my thumb, but it was there, and it was unmistakable. I ran my fingers over it, and my eyes narrowed. Damn him. I had to wonder if he did it on purpose, or if it was on accident. He was a little overzealous . No, he was a lot overzealous. Well, he may have done it on purpose. Well, I wasn't going to hide it. Nope. Well earned battle scars.

Going to bed that night without getting myself off was probably the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. Well, it ranks right up there. It was definitely difficult. But I also knew that if I could abstain, it would make my adventure with Draco a lot more exciting.

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The talk on Tuesday morning was interesting. I did absolutely nothing to cover the marks on my neck. I didn't know if the girls had said anything to anyone else in their house or not, but I wouldn't have cared if they did. Malfoy had decided to 'one up' the ante, so I had thrown one in raised the bet as well.

And I could not wait to show him my hand. It was very comforting, going into the game when you know without a doubt that you are holding the royal flush, all in hearts.

I sat down at the table to grab a bite to eat, timing it so that everyone in the Great Hall would see my entrance. The whispers increased with every step I took, and I had to fight hard not to smirk. I made my way to my usual spot across from Harry and Ron, next to Neville and Ginny. They all stared at me. All except Ron. Ron was glaring, and his face was an exceptional shade of bright pink. Ginny stared for only a few seconds, and then smiled and winked.

I asked each of them to pass me something, acting like nothing was wrong, and I was actually really surprised when none of them questioned me. I was half expecting it. Although there were a few times where I saw that Ron would start to open his mouth in that way that he did before he put his foot into it, and Harry would quickly elbow him.

I could have almost kissed Neville when he brought up the topic of Quidditch. Yeah, it's overdone. Yeah, they talk about it every day. But yeah, they're boys. It's a sport. You have to have a penis to understand.

I had almost forgotten the delivery that I was expecting that morning, and I was glad when the post owls came swooping in. They dropped in, making their various drop off, one of which happened to be directly in front of me. I discreetly picked up the package and tucked it into my bag. There was only one set of eyes that seemed to be remotely interested in what my delivery entailed.

His eyes found mine, his eyebrows quirking up in a question. I smirked in response. He'd find out soon enough.

The rest of the school day went by as usual. However, I did find myself secretly thinking about the package that was inside of my bag, and what I would be doing with it later tonight.

I ate my dinner quickly, and did my homework even faster, which was so uncharacteristic for me. I would usually pour over my homework for hours, and pour over my class work for even longer. And then sometimes I would pour over the next chapters to get that edge in the next class. And sometimes I would go over the homework a second time, to double check my answers, making sure everything was correct.

This time, I actually gave it a half ass attempt. And for the first time in a long time, I didn't care.

I double checked that that the recorder was ready for tonight's show, and then double checked my delivery for the night. I ended up pacing, waiting for Draco to show up.

At ten minutes to nine, I sat down at my desk. I wanted to give the appearance of studying. I did not want him to have the slightest clue of the affect he had on me. Or maybe it was fairer to say the affect that our actions had on me.

Cool, calm and collected.

Yeah, right.

The door swung open at two minutes to nine and he strode in, exuding confidence. His little game from last night had given him a big head. Time to knock that ego down a notch.

I gestured to the bag that was slung over his shoulder. "I take it the rest of the pictures are in there?"

He nodded and reached inside. He pulled them out and handed me a stack. I flipped through them. "Is this all of them?" I asked. He rolled his eyes as he reached in again and pulled out a few more. I didn't know if these were possibly his favorite, or if he had withheld them on purpose. Maybe he was holding them to try and use them for more blackmail. My guess was the later.

I opened up my desk and put the pictures inside. I leaned back against the desk, adopting his same cocky attitude. I smirked at him.

"That was quite a little trick you played yesterday in the library. But giving me such a territorial mark? Malfoy, I'm surprised." I quipped.

He raised an eyebrow in response, and actually chuckled. "I have to apologize, actually. I didn't mean to bite so hard. I got a little caught up in the moment. I was just trying to get rough. But I was a little surprised that you didn't cover it up at all. I would have expected you to cast a glamour or something."

It was my turn to laugh.

"Yeah, normally I would cover them up. But the whispers were kind of nice. Sometimes I get sick of people always thinking that I'm some innocent little virgin." I smiled at him, mentally undressing him with my eyes. "But I don't think we came here to talk, Malfoy. And since you brought the pictures…" I left off.

He took a few steps towards me, reaching for me, and then stopped.

It seemed he remembered my rules. Good.

I smiled at him.

"Draco, we are going to have so much fun. Well, I know I am." I told him.

I waggled my finger, motioning him towards me. He came closer and reached towards my clothes.

"First things first, Draco. You are going to make up for being so mean to me last night." I told him.

"Mean to you? I don't know Granger. Call me crazy, but if your panties gave any indication, you enjoyed it too." He smirked at me.

"Eh. It was ok." I answered, as nonchalantly as I could. The smirk fell from his face. My grin became wider at his reaction.

I walked into the bathroom, looking over my shoulder to see if he was following. He was staring at me, a look on his face like he was seriously hurt by my last statement. I doubted it, but I decided I'd try to make him feel a little better anyway.

I stopped and turned full around. "I do have to say that getting off in the books has always been a fantasy of mine. Maybe we can put that cloak of yours to use sometime." I told him. He glanced at me, and I winked.

His smile returned. I was a little confused that his ego was so easily bruised, but he seemed to quickly recover. He started walking towards me, and I made my way to the bathtub against the far wall. I turned on the taps, and started the water, selecting a few different scents of bubbles. He stopped behind me, just like I had trained him to do. I had to smile. At least he learned quickly.

"Ok Draco. We're going to try something that I've always wanted to do. You're going to give me a bath." I told him.

His raised his eyebrows at me in response. "You want me to bathe you?"

"Yes." I nodded my head. "And you're going to shave my legs too. And I want you to wash my hair."

"So call a house-elf." He quipped.

"Oh, no. I think you'll do a much better job." I smiled in response. "You need to take my clothes off first though Malfoy."

He looked at me, and I think he actually contemplated defiance for a few moments. With a slight moment of hesitation, he reached towards me and started undoing my tie. He made quick work of the knot, and began on my shirt. I was actually a little shocked when he undressed me the rest of the way without any snarky comments. He turned and shut off the water without any prompting from me, and starting to unbutton his shirt. He took it off and put it on the counter.

I stood there, watching him take his shirt off. He looked at me and smirked.

"Well, are you going to get in, or let the water get cold?" He asked me with his best cocky grin.

I was shocked when he offered his hand to help me get into the tub. I took it, and stepped in. I sat down in the water and let it cover me. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I could feel Malfoy's eyes watching me. I opened my eyes, to see something crossing his lips that resembled a genuine smile. I returned it as he reached for a washcloth.

He filled it with my body wash, and began to wash me with a gentleness that shocked me. I was expecting him to take advantage of the situation, but he was actually a gentleman. I was surprised. I would have expected Draco to head straight for the prize.

He bathed me, shaved my legs and washed my hair. He took no shortcuts and used no spells. I wanted to ask him if he'd ever done this to someone before, but I knew that a Malfoy would never bathe anyone else. I'm sure that even when Draco was a child, his mother didn't bathe him. That task would be too menial for a Malfoy.

And even though he was only bathing me, it was a huge turn on. And if the bulge in his pants was any indication, it was affecting him just as much as it was affecting me.

He helped me to stand, and let the water to drain, before grabbing a large and fluffy towel. He slowly began to dry me off, patting in some spots and rubbing in all the right ones. I had to admit; I was getting more and more turned on. He led me over to the counter where he had seen me on a previous occasion. He looked at the bottles in front of him, held one of them up to read it, and without asking me or saying a word; he opened the cap and started to squeeze a small amount onto his hand. Just as he had watched me do once to myself, he began to rub in small circles, up and down each leg. I glanced at his crotch and smirked as I saw his erection straining in his pants.

He moved to my stomach and started to rub the lotion in there, in the same seductive motion. He moved around to my backside, making the same motions. I stopped hiding the moans, letting him know how I was feeling. He made his way up my back, and it might have been my imagination, but he seemed to move a little quicker than he had on my legs.

He finally finished with my arms and my neck, but totally avoiding my breasts altogether. He smiled when he got to the hickey. He placed the bottle back onto the counter and took another towel. He began to gently tousle my hair. I was almost allowing myself to become distracted by Draco's gentle actions. I had to quickly remind myself that I had a game plan, and I needed to stick with it.

"You know Draco, for never doing this before, you're pretty good."

He smirked in response.

"Are you ready to go into the bedroom and see what Charlie sent me?" I asked. He grinned widely and started following me into my bedroom, grabbing his shirt as he went.

I retrieved my wand from where I had conveniently placed it earlier, and lit several candles in the room with a simple flick. I made my way to the dresser and was easily able to start the recorder, while coincidently reaching for my outfit which happened to be on the same shelf.

I turned to face him. He was sitting on my bed, waiting for me to tell him what I wanted. Excellent.

Operation finish humiliating Draco Malfoy was about to begin.

"Well, here's part of Charlie's delivery." I tossed the black leather in his lap, and he easily caught it. He held it up and looked at me hungrily.

"Very nice Granger."

"I have a feeling it's going to look great. I don't like to buy leather without trying it on, but I took a wild guess. But it looks really close. But the great thing about this outfit is the ties in the back." I motioned to them. I stood before him, in all my naked glory, and put my hands on my hips.

"Well? Were you going to put it on me, or did you want to try it on yourself?" I asked him. It only took him a few seconds to pick up the garment, and come towards me, holding it up one way and then the other, as if wondering which would be the best way to put it on. He put the breasts in their obvious cups, and the rest of the outfit more or less fell into place.

Slowly, he walked behind me and started to cinch the corset closed. His knack for dressing me, as well as just taking care of me in general was uncanny. He got the corset in place, and then held the thong out for me, gently taking one ankle and then the other, and then pulled the thong into place. He stood back and looked at me and I could see his erection peeking out the top of his pants.

I took the few steps towards him, slowly and seductively. He grinned widely.

"I don't know why you had me put that on you Granger. We're just going to be taking it off right away." He laughed.

That's what you think.

I stepped right around him, and sat down on the bed. He turned and looked at me, confused. "Strip, Malfoy."

He grinned and started undoing his belt.

"That's what I'm talking about, Granger." He said. I quickly held a hand up to stop him.

"Whoa. Wait a minute." I told him, and he stopped. I smiled, trying to make it look as innocent as possible. "I want you to strip tease for me."

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

"Dance for me. Don't just take your clothes off. Sell me the goods, Malfoy. I want to see what I'm getting." I said. I smiled widely as I leaned back on my elbows. He stared at me, and I seriously think he was having second thoughts. But it didn't last long, and his expression changed from disbelief to something close to embarrassment.

He laughed, and I think he was trying to break the ice. He was nervous! It was actually funny, and I wanted to laugh. If I didn't have to maintain the persona of a hard ass, I would have. But this was a game, and I had a role to play. And laughing was not the best idea.

He shyly reached down and started to undo the buckle on his belt, wiggling his hips to and from as he did. Now I did laugh. It was too hard not to. He managed to get the buckle undone the rest of the way. He pulled the belt out of the loops now, slowly, while he rotated his hips in time to a tune in his head. He smiled his cocky grin at me and I returned it.

When the belt was fully out of his pants, he turned around and exposed his glorious backside. He looked back over his shoulder, giving me a look that was almost shy, almost bashful, and definitely close to come hither. I laughed at his expression again, and then forced myself to stop. I needed to stay focused. The object of today's lesson was to maybe teach this boy humility and I needed to maintain the upper hand.

He started to undo his pants slowly, dropping them an inch at a time. He must have been going commando, because as the pants went lower, there were no other garments covering the skin. Not that I was complaining. The skin was rather nice to look at.

He dropped his pants all the way and continued to shake his hips side to side, then thrusting them back and forth with an invisible partner. I was getting wet watching him, and I knew that I was going to enjoy the rest of our game tonight, very much.

He turned to face me and started thrusting his hips, and I sat up now. His cock was very hard, and I didn't want him enjoy this too much. Not this soon. He still needed to suffer, just a little bit more.

"Alright, you've sold me Draco. The show was adequate. You can stop." I told him. He stopped moving, but the grin stayed on his face.

Time to wipe that off your face.

"Ok Malfoy. We can do this the easy way or the difficult way. It's your choice." I glanced at his bouncing prick. "You can either bend down over my knees and cooperate, or I will tie you up and restrain you. It's your choice."

"My choice? You're tying me up again?" He asked. "Why? I brought the pictures, I apologized… wait, is this because of my little stunt in the library?"

I smiled at him. "Oh no. I rather enjoyed your little stunt in the library. I'm glad you played back. But honestly, the thing with the lolly wasn't to aggravate you. Not intentionally. It was to relieve me. But now… I'm going to teach you the proper way to apologize. Since your daddy's way wasn't effective."

I saw him swallow, and I almost thought that he looked scared. Strike that. He did look scared. I motioned with my head to my desk. "Walk over to the top drawer and open it up." He did it without hesitating and he only paused when he saw the contents.

"A paddle? Seriously?"

I smiled widely. "I'm sorry Draco, but your apology could have been so much better. This is the only way I know to get it from you. So, I figure either you can grovel right now, or I can spank it out of you. Take it from me though; the spanking is an awesome alternative."

"I'm not groveling Granger. And I'm done with your little game." He shook his head at me, and bent over to grab his pants.

"Well, then you might as well go and pack your stuff. I will be going to Professor Dumbledore first thing in the morning with these photos that you so graciously provided." I explained to him, one upping his hand. I knew he was bluffing.

"Tell him. I'll tell him that we've had a relationship and those photos were consensual." Draco replied, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Hmm… He had a point there. He could tell him that, and it would be my word against his. And he has been horribly rude to me, so maybe I could use that in my defense. But would Dumbledore believe me over him? I wasn't ready to play my trump card so soon, but if I had to...no, not yet.

I reached over and took the paddle from his hands. He looked at me and for the first time since we had started our little game, I wasn't sure what was going through his mind. "It's just a game, Draco." I said in a voice that was just louder than a whisper. He glanced up at me then. "If you're uncomfortable, I stop. But haven't you liked it so far?" I kept my voice low. I was trying to sound seductive, but really I was trying to keep quiet enough so the recorder would not pick up my voice. I didn't know if it would work or not.

He honestly had to think about it. I was worried that I really would have to play the rest of my hand. And I really wanted to play it on my terms, not his.

My logic must have finally won out, and he smirked at me. "I don't think I've ever considered letting someone spank me. You'd better make it good." He winked at me before kneeling down in front of me, and then getting down on all fours. It was my turn to stare with my mouth open. "And if you make it really good Granger, maybe you'll even get that apology you want." He looked back at me, and wiggled his ass in emphasis.

I grinned. I could not believe my luck. This was going to be way too easy.

I stood, and began smacking my own hand with the paddle as I circled him. I was trying to build up the anticipation, but honestly I wasn't sure where to begin. Eh, what the hell.

I stopped behind him, rubbing one hand in small circles on one cheek and then the other. I gave it a very light tap with my hand. His entire body bucked in response. I felt my nipples harden at his response. I made the same motion on his other cheek and slapped his ass only slightly harder. His hips bucked but not nearly so harshly.

"Call me crazy, Malfoy, but I think you like this." I told him. "I think you like getting spanked by the head girl."

He didn't answer me, but when I smacked his ass a few seconds later, using the paddle, he didn't hide the moan that escaped his lips. I smacked the other cheek, and was surprised to see that both sides were already turning a healthy shade of pink.

I started to rotate my strokes. Sometimes I hit the same cheek twice, sometimes I alternated. I hit hard and quick, or sometimes just a tap.

Sometimes he responded. Sometimes his hips bucked, a few times he moaned. I saw his head drop down more than once, and I had to wonder if maybe he was ashamed at what he was doing. Letting a woman hit him? Letting a mudblood spank him? It was time to find out.

I reached down with my free hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I was amazed to find it rock hard. It probably could have cut glass. There was a huge drop of pre cum on the tip, and I wiped at it, using it to lubricate my hand as I gave his length a good stroke.

"Malfoy, are you enjoying this? Because your prick sure is." I quipped.

"Ehh… it's ok, I guess if you're into that kind of thing." He responded. His voice was very strained.

"Do you know why I'm spanking you, Malfoy?" I asked. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like 'cruel sadistic bitch' but he let out a moan instead, when I hit him a little harder than I intended.

"Because I'm a horrible person, Granger." He managed to say in between strikes. "Because I've treated you so meanly and it's only fair that you treat me the same in return."

"Hmm…. Well, that's really close." I conceded.

"I'm spanking you…" another spank, "and I'm actually keeping track…" another spank, this one a little harder than the last, "for every single time that you've ever made me cry." Three quick smacks in succession. "But don't worry, we're almost done."

"Granger, I'm sorry. " He cried out as he winced at a harder smack than I had intended. "I've never meant to make you cry. And I promise I'll never do it again."

I stopped spanking. Not because we had hit my imaginary made up number. Not because my hand had gotten tired.

I stopped because I believed him. For the first time in my life, I believed him. That and his statement had floored me. I was expecting many things tonight. A plethora of outcomes.

But not this one.

I put the paddle down on my dresser and picked up my wand. I walked over to him and offered my hand to help him stand. I was sure that his ass had to be a little sore. He took my hand without a word and stood before me, wincing slightly when he reached his full height. I motioned towards my bed.

"If you lay down, I'll take care of that for you."

"Take care of it?" He asked.

"I can give you a few cooling spells to help with the stings. I don't think you'll bruise, I don't think I hit you that hard." I answered him.

He nodded and bent over onto my bed. I did the spells quickly. He was perfectly still and I worried that he had actually fallen asleep. He stopped and looked at me as I turned to put my wand down.

"I caught you off guard, didn't I? You weren't expecting me to say that." He said, forming a half question.

"Yes." I answered, truthfully. "I was expecting you to beg and plead for me to stop, make a bunch of empty promises, something along those lines. Threaten my first born, something really Malfoy-ish."

He smirked as he looked at me. "That's really not my style, Granger. My fathers, yes. But not mine."

"So what is your style, Malfoy?" I asked, honestly interested in his answer.

"I prefer to use my incredible good looks, and my seven inch cock to make women do my bidding." He waggled an eyebrow at me and I couldn't help but laugh.

He pulled himself up onto his feet and walked over to me. He stood directly in front of me and looked into my eyes, cocking his head as if he was studying me. I wrinkled my brow in confusion.

"Draco?" I asked.

"I truly am sorry that I ever made you cry, Granger. That's not who I am. That's who my father expects me to be." He said. He took a quick breath, and then with both of his hands, he brought my lips to his.

Whoa! Where had this come from? Draco Malfoy being tender? This whole night was something out of a weird sci-fi novel. Maybe he'd start singing Elvis next.

His lips were good. His kisses had just the right amount of pressure. His tongue quickly found its way into my mouth, but not forcibly. It was a gentle probe which was not what I would have expected from him. Quite the opposite. His kiss was almost passionate, and that scared me.

His lips pulled away from mine, and he stated kissing a path across my cheek, to my ear. He made a few gentle swipes, and then started placing wet kisses down my neck, tracing the way to my collarbone. His fingers made their way to my back and started to undo my outfit.

I was honestly having a hard time concentrating on anything when his lips were being so soft and undemanding. He was being so… submissive. It was unreal.

As much as I really did enjoy this, we would have much time for this later. Well, should I say many more times for this. He just didn't know it yet. I guess if he wanted to be the submissive, I was going to have to dominate. Not a problem.

I pulled myself away from him, fighting a smile. I reached behind myself and undid the rest of garment, letting it fall to the floor. I peeled the thong down, letting it shimmy down my hips. I stepped out of it, and walked back towards the bed.

I fell backwards and propped myself up onto the pillows. I spread my legs widely and gestured for him to come and join me on the bed. He did and I pointed to my dripping core.

"My pussy could desperately use some attention from that pretty little mouth of yours Malfoy."

He smiled as he dropped onto his knees in front of me, and started making slow, torturous licks at me. I groaned and my head fell back. He used the entire surface of his tongue, and his strokes seemed to run my entire length. He would stop when he reached my clit. The tip of his tongue would dip and swirl around the hardened nub, and then he would lap at my juices again.

Unable to stop myself, I grabbed his head and took a fistful of hair. I shoved his face into my core, grinding his nose against me and loving the noises that he was making in response. I cried out when I felt a finger insert itself inside of my pussy, and then a second finger joined it. He was focusing a lot of his attentions on my clit, and it was definitely feeling the abuse. My climax was literally just minutes away.

I looked down at him, and for one split second, our eyes made contact. He chose that second to take my nub in between his lips and bit down. I came, hard. My hips were rocking violently against his face and he quickly latched both hands around my hips so that he could hold on.

My orgasm rode on a lot longer than they usually did. I let the last few waves' crash over me, and finally allowed myself to smile when they stilled. I could definitely use a nap.

Draco had other ideas.

He pulled himself up so that his face was right next to mine. His breath was warm and hot in my ear.

"Granger. I'm going to fuck you now. You might want to hold on to something. I'd appreciate it if you didn't hold on to my ass though." He told me.

He barely gave me time to blink before he slammed his length into me. He didn't even stop for a breather as he started up a fast and furious rhythm. We were both crying out with every stroke and the bed was cracking against the wall with every stroke.

With his incredible pace, it only took me minutes before I was crashing over the edge yet again. And it didn't even faze him. He kept up the same pace, sweat now forming on his brown. I gripped his back and I know I left some marks as I tried to hold on. I actually did try to stay away from his bum. I honestly had no idea how he could keep up this pace or for how long.

"Fuck Granger. You got me so worked up… I don't think my dick has ever been this hard. You like it when it 's this hard?"

"Shit yes Malfoy." I told him. "Fuck me harder. I want to scream your name."

"Not a problem." He smiled. He reached down, pulled a leg up and put my knee up to his chest. The angle of penetration has just increased, and we both cried "Fuck" at the same time.

I came again a few seconds later. And I was screaming his name. Loudly. Good thing I had thought ahead and put up the silencing charms earlier. I could guarantee someone would have heard this time.

I was on the verge of another orgasm, when the expression on his face started to change. His eyes started to roll towards the back of his head, and I knew he was close. I bucked my hips back with everything I had, and reached down to pinch my own nipples.

"Fuck, Granger… I hope you're ready for this… Aghh.. Shit… Granger!"

I was only a half a second behind when I screamed out "Malfoy!"

He collapsed on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I welcomed his weight. It was actually kind of nice.

When his breathing had become more controlled, he withdrew and rolled off of me. We both glanced at each other at the same time and smiled at each other with big goofy grins.

"Wow." We both said at the same time.

We were both quiet then. I think the reality of it all was sinking in. Although in his mind, it was a different reality. To him, it was our last time together. To me, I knew that with the videos in my possession, I could make him do whatever I wanted. Including continue our little twisted relationship, if I chose to. Although I hadn't really decided, I'd knew that I'd be crazy not to.

Both of breathing had seemingly returned to something closer to normal, and he sighed. It was a little loud, almost as if he was trying to prompt me. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see him looking at me, waiting for me to say something.

Of course. He wants me to be the stereotypical girl and beg him to stay or confess my love or some romantic shit.

Time to end this game on my terms. Or at least make him think I was.

"Well, thanks for bringing me all the pictures this time." I smiled at him as I sat up. I went to my armoire and pulled out my robe. "And the sex has been great." I walked over to where I had casually discarded my corset and thong and picked them up. I placed them with my other soiled laundry, and turned to see him still sitting in the same spot.

"I guess I'll see you in Defense against the Dark Arts." I said. He still hadn't moved, or said anything, so I could only imagine what was going through his head. If I had to guess, he probably did not want to end things at all, and he was more than likely confused as to how a woman could resist him and his 'seven inch cock'.

He sat up and stared at me.

"Yeah. I'll see you around." He slowly bent over and picked up his clothes. He put on his pants a little gingerly, and put his shirt on, foregoing the buttons. He wrapped his tie around his neck but didn't bother to tie it at all. He put both shoes on, and started to walk towards my open bedroom door.

I let out the breath that I didn't know I had been holding, and sat down onto the bed.

Wow. I had actually pulled it off.

Suddenly he stopped and turned around. "Granger… Hermione…" he paused. He was quiet for so long that I prompted him.

"Yes Malfoy?" I asked.

"Uh, nothing. Never mind. See you in class, I guess." He turned and I waited until I heard the portrait click shut before I moved again.

When it finally did, I got up and changed the password right away. I really didn't want him coming back in here tonight. I needed to think. Now that I finally had some ammunition, something to hold over his head, I needed to figure out exactly what I was going to do with it, step by step.

I went back into my bedroom and stopped the recording.

I then headed into the bathroom. Hot baths were always a good place to think.

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