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-the story-
'Draco, again, you are one smooth son of a bitch!" Draco hummed to himself as he opened his armoire and began looking for his favorite playthings. 'Granger has simply gone insane for your cock, and the Weasel is scared shitless of those photos.' And it's not at all as though Draco found anything about Weasley attractive. In fact, Draco found him to be the biggest turn off at school, possibly the world. And that included the rumor that went around last year that the professors had an orgy in the potions classroom. Yuck!
In his rummaging, Draco located a leather collar, a fetish mask that had no eye holes and a built-in ball gag, and his "cuckold" box. Looking at it he sighed "Might as well take the whole damn lot of that." He hadn't used it much, but there was always some girl out there who wanted to shame her boyfriend for some terrible transgression that he had committed. Always better to be prepared. He gathered a few more things and returned to the common room where he deposited the playthings on the floor next to the couch, save for one item.
Watching Hermione shove her tongue down Weasley's throat was way more erotic than Draco had originally anticipated. She was still straddling his lap, but her arms were on either side of that orange head. Her knees were pinning Weasley's hands and arms at his side. Merlin, Top!Hermione might be fun to play with sometime at a later date, but that time was certainly not now.
Draco moved to the back side of the couch, and hovered above Weasley's head, catching Hermione's gaze. She attempted to begin devouring Draco's mouth; however he reached out and grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck to keep her at arm's length. "Tut-tut, my dear, we must remember the rules! I control the situation. Your volition must pass first through me. Understand?" He gave her hair a harsh tug that elicited a moaning hiss from the girl. "Now, I have placed there some toys for us to choose from." He released her nipple from the clamp and placed it on Weasley's neglected nub. "Why don't you go over there and see what you might find to amuse us." She did as she was told, and gleefully went to the pile of fun that Draco had brought out.
"Listen here," Draco leaned down and hissed in Weasley's ear. "I have something special for you. You are going to be a good boy and wear it."
Ron whimpered, as Draco fastened a thick, leather collar with wrist cuffs attached, to his neck. Next were Ron's wrists, the cuffs were attached to the collar by a heavy four inch chain, and were positioned at 45-degree angles. "This will ensure that you keep your hands where they belong. And away from where they don't." He grabbed Weasley's collar, and hauled him off the couch, forcing him onto his knees. "Hermione, love, are you ready to continue playing?"
A keening noise was heard from Draco's bedroom, so he pulled Weasley up again and toward the noise. When Draco opened the door he was surprised to say the least. Hermione has silently gotten all of the goodies that Draco had gathered and brought them back to his room. She was on his bed, collar on, vibrating plug in her ass, going down on a dildo that she had suctioned to the headboard. When she noticed that Draco was standing in the doorway, she quickly scrambled to turn off the plug, and wipe the saliva from her chin. She got up on her knees with her hands in her lap, and looked down at the duvet, "I'm sorry."
Draco pushed Weasley to the foot of the bed and kicked the back of his knees to make him kneel, all while staring at Hermione.
"A-are you mad?" She didn't look up. Good for her.
"Come here." Draco sat down in the armchair near the door. Hermione got off the bed and made to walk to him, "Crawl to me."
She instantly fell to her knees and crawled, she crawled all the way across the room making eye contact until she reached the space between Draco's feet. Then she resumed the position she had taken on the bed, head down, hands in lap.
"That's a good girl." He reached down and tilted her head up to face him. "To answer your question, no I'm not mad." Draco watched the smallest of smiles pass across her face. "Are you still plugged up, love?"
She nodded eagerly, eyes gleaming.
"Lovely. I was think—" Draco's thought was interrupted by a whimpering sort of noise coming from the foot of his bed, where the Weasel had turned around to face the arm chair. "And who the fuck told you that you could turn around? Don't think for a second that you are entitled to anything that goes on here. Go on! Turn back towards the bed! …Now, as I was saying, I was thinking that maybe you, Granger, would like a modicum of control."
Her eyes grew wide in what Draco might have deduced as fear
"No, no, love. Not like that. I meant over our dear cock slut ginger here. And since he feels that he is above the rules, I will let you punish him however you see fit." He stood, and went to his armoire, opening it to show the little minx all of his toys and goodies. She crawled over to sit between his feet and stared in awe at the immense and vast array of choices.
"Just one thing though," Draco reached down and clicked the butt plug back on. He returned to the armchair and watched as Hermione practically melted into a puddle as the cheery hum of the plug mixed with the erotic sounds that it elicited from her.
He watched her as she shakily reached for a ball gag, a pink and lacy jockstrap, and a double-ended strap-on. After each selection she would look sideways at Draco as if for his approval. 'More points to Gryffindor. She knows just what she is doing to me.' His cock twitched at the very thought.
"Um…Would you help me with him?" Granger held up the jockstrap and the ball gag.
"Of course." He took the jockstrap from her fingers and pulled Weasley up by the collar. "Step into this…" Draco looked up and saw tears of embarrassment falling from the poor sod's eyes. "Oh be a fucking man, Weasley! If you must know, this actually once belonged to Dumbledore! So don't you feel all pretty and special? Hmm? Wearing Dumbledore's unmentionables?" He snapped the elastic against his back with such force that the impact made Weasley's knees buckle and precum to leak from his tip.
Draco receded and made his nest in the armchair. He watched as Granger secured the ball gag around a sobbing Weasel, and began to put on the strap-on. It was double-ended, so she had to pause as she was pulling it up her shapely legs, in order to insert her end. And oh, how delicious it was to watch her face as she pushed the 7 long by 5.5 around inch shaft into her open and eager vagina. The feeling of the insertion mixed with the pulsating thrum of the butt plug must have almost been too much for the young witch to handle. She gave a small shudder, but then quickly composed herself.
With eyes of fire she turned to Weasley, "Put your chest on the floor, and arse in the air." She picked up a bottle of CosmicSlip lubricant, and covered her fingers in the exquisitely slippery substance. Without warning she thrust two fingers into Weasley's arse and began pumping with wild abandon. This sort of behavior must be to the Weasel's liking because as soon as he was penetrated his sobs had become gut wrenching moans of pleasure. This sound regrettably added to the rigidity of Draco's hardening cock.
After about three minutes of this, Granger announced, "Here it comes slut boy! Are you ready?"
Weasley's frantically nodded his head in affirmation.
Draco couldn't help but touch himself while he took in the sight before him. Hermione Granger going to town on her gay ex-boyfriend with a butt plug shoved up her pretentious know-it-all behind. 'You can't make this shit up. You just can't.' He grinned outwardly. Granger was close to exploding, as was the Weasel, so Draco decided to intervene.
"Stop."
Hermione immediately stilled, butt plug still happily running along, strap-on balls deep in Weasley's arse—who was still trying to impale himself by gyrating his hips and pushing backwards onto it. Draco nodded to Hermione, and she slid out, tearing a sad throaty moan from the redhead.
"Weaselbee, I am going to remove your bindings, you are going to return to your dormitory, and you will not tell anyone about this escapade. Even if Potty asks why your arsehole is already so stretched out and ready for him, you will tell him nothing of this little endeavor of ours. For each week you are silent about the subject, you will receive one copy of our photographic evidence for you to do with as you please. You know what will happen if you share…" Draco undid the collar, the cuffs, and the ball gag.
As Weasley, was shakily staggering out the door, Draco added, "And you can keep the jockstrap!"
End.
A/N- Hooray! Again, you made it to the end of yet another chapter from my very first smut!fic… chocolate frogs and other candy from the trolley for all of you!
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You are all sexy, and I hope you all know it.
K M Rose
