This chapter is full on crazy. Some soft attempts bondage.

Credit to my wonderful beta Mr Benzedrine for a line in here that is so fuckin amazing! "Slob on a knob, Nott." Ahah I love it!

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Usually impatient, he'd take her on the floor.

Draco enjoys roughing up her skin on the jagged stone; the bruises that covered her afterwards would constantly remind him of his dirty little secret. That is, until they faded. But it wasn't before layer upon layer of black and blue would cover her delicate alabaster skin. 'Brightest witch of their age' and he could control her, dominate her, and have her begging for more. Despite what she says some days when she tries to deny him, her body is always begging for it and Draco. Being the perfect gentlemen, he is always willing to oblige. He cherishes moments like these. Unforgettable moments and memories that will live forever. He touches her and it always ends with her screaming his name.

He doesn't know why he enjoys hurting her so much. Maybe he just gets off on the fact that he can dance with the devil on the daily and dick slap her face with darkness and his little angel just takes it in her stride.

All for love, apparently.

She loves him; he knows it. He doesn't need to convince himself. He still doesn't really understand what love is. He'd grown up never seeing an honest relationship in his life, and he knows what they have is anything but honest...but he can't live without her. Their recreational activities do more to him than he can explain, so he assumes- for him- this is as good as it can get. In his deluded mind, this is love.

This love, though, is a deliciously wicked, oddly satisfying, take all, give all "thing." He takes anything from Hermione, and she gives it. Sometimes she gives him so much he trembles with the aftershocks of a high so blissful it could corrupt a Nun.

He hadn't always intended to be this way with her.

At first, he flirted with the idea of the light within her pulling him in- well let's be honest: it did. And when he gained control; she invited him into her soul. There is no doubt she had no idea he would pitch up a tent, set up camp, and just stay there. His darkness corrupted her light. No shades of grey, no shadows of doubt, just black...and blood. And the occasional blues, and purples, and scars...

So vulnerable .

There is a an essence of vulnerability about her that dissatisfies him. He doesn't like a weak woman. But she needs to be obedient, amongst other things, and Hermione's a fifty-fifty in that sense. Maybe that's why he likes her so much. She's always unpredictable, and it's exciting...

Tonight his taste is specific: taste every inch of her.

Oh yes he'll fuck her brains into oblivion - that isn't a challenge for him. He'll own her...dominate and please her, tease her, let her experience so much pleasure and pain that she will take days to recover, only to beg him again for more. He will haunt her mere existence like the unstoppable force that he is…

His grip tightens around her as he guides her body with his hand. Hermione stumbles backwards until her back connects with a hard wooden surface. Draco whips her around, and she is faced with a hinged, wooden board. The board itself looks exquisite, made of a deep rich mahogany - carved, polished, and refined to a great standard.

The grain of the wood has hints of ebony and ivory blended into it, and it gives off a marbled effect. It is an odd contrast, especially to the three cutouts in the center of it.

The main focus is the middle hole; larger than the two on either side. And the craftsmanship of all three is certainly not on par with the rest of the piece.

The holes are jagged and look easy to splinter.

Hermione knows what it is... It's a pillory.

Draco unlatches it and pushes her head down; she rests it in the center slot and feels sharp little splints of wood poking her neck.

His hands glide down her triceps, passing her elbows. He's angled behind her- fully clothed, and he thrusts behind her playfully, causing her to lose balance.

Hermione's breathing hitches in excitement. She is torn somewhere between her arousal and the anticipation of what's to come.

Pleasure and pain. She knows it...she can't help but want it from him.

Draco's hands find her wrists, and he secures them in the slots beside her head. Hermione relaxes at his instruction. Despite everything Theo just told her, she can't help but feel pleasantly calm. Draco's mere presence has this soothing affect on her.

"I'm impressed by your obedience today, Hermione. If you continue to be a 'good ' girl you will be rewarded, of course."

Draco is half bent over Hermione, and hard up against her rear- his body following the contours of hers. His fingers softly stroke the back of her thigh as he leans into her; resting his head on her shoulder. She feels his breath tickle her ear as he whispers, "This is only going to be fun for me with the right audience."

Draco's fingers trail from her thigh to her arse, and his hand rounds her arse cheek. "I missed your juicy peach," he cajoles as he reminisces the first time he fucked her up the ass the day of their binding.

Draco chuckles.

"I feel a little reunion is in order."

He backs away from Hermione and summons a house-elf.

"Volan-"

Volan, a small house-elf, appears promptly, alert and ready for orders. He seems the complete opposite of most elves: disciplined and reserved, awaiting to fulfill his master's orders with diligence and haste. He must be desensitised to everything he's seen within the walls of the Manor. If these walls could talk, they'd reveal nothing but horror, deprivation, and devastation…

"Yes, Master Malfoy- how can I be of assistance today?"

"Retrieve my guest. Immediately," responds Draco, curtly.

"Yes, Master, Volan will deliver him at once."

Volan vanishes and reappears post-haste. Theo struggles in the Elve's magical binds; his eyes lock on Hermione's whilst her head and wrists are restrained by the wooden frame of the pillory.

Theo gasps.

"Draco, for fuck sake! We're not in the fifteenth century… Medieval meth-"

"Oh, slob on a knob, Nott. I thought we'd have a little reunion and reminisce."

Theo does not want to see this. As if he hasn't endured enough, now he's welcomed by a setup he knows will haunt him forever.

Hermione, in her compliance, can already feel a damp patch between her legs, but she isn't sure if that's because Draco is preparing to pummel into her, or because she can't tear herself away from the watchful eyes of Theodore Nott. He looks positively wounded over there, bound and desperate.

It's turning her on.

Draco unfastens his belt buckle and shuffles his pants down hastily. He struts his naked body across his dungeon with a cocky confidence that makes Theo scoff.

Draco peels back the skirt of Hermione's nightgown and slips it above her waist. He is delighted by the display before him: her bare ass, in all its glory, except for the pink lace that fits snug at the slit inbetween her buttox and the cute dimples indented into each cheek.

Her flesh is beckoning him.

Unable to resist, he slithers down her body following the shapely curves of her glutes. His body dips with every angle of her as his face peppers her skin with kisses. The only sound that can be heard are the smack of his lips trailing down her skin in between heavy panting. He stops at her ankles; slipping the french lace out from underneath her feet. He gives her ankle a delicate squeeze and Hermione jumps at the unexpected display of affection. Draco rolls his fingers under the heels of her feet, tugging them up so that she is perched on her toes.

"Stay- just like that," he demands.

She nods to agree.

Draco adjusts the height of the pillory lower, so Hermione can angle forward. He magics her hair into a ponytail. After all, he doesn't forget his audience; he must put on a show. Draco tilts his head left stage, being sure to flash Theo a devilish grin before allowing his fingers access to her. He wants to taunt him.

Hermione remains perched on her toes as he slips his fingers between her legs and find her warmth. He penetrates her pie with one finger, being kind enough to warm her up. It's not long before she is dripping in goodness, and he adds another finger. He crouches to admire the view of his fingers sliding in and out of her slick cunt. It's a visual he'd fantasised about for months: being up close and personal with her snatch. Her little puffy moans are a musical delight, and he is, indeed, enchanted by the scenery before him.

Draco's mouth waters, and he invites himself to take a sneak peak at the sacred crevice between her cheeks. He is greeted with a sight that can only make his heart pound faster, and he mocks Theo with a cheshire grin.

Draco continues to finger fuck her, and Hermione enjoys every minute of it, bouncing and grinding back on his fingers- relishing the feel of him; his two fingers are not enough. Her pussy is hungry for so much more.

Draco's tongue has a mind of it's own. His free hand gives her arse a handsy squeeze and he synonymously pushes her cheek aside to sneak a peek at her fleshy rim. His investigation of the region he's so desperate to explore becomes quite the adventure, and his tongue darts out of his mouth as he dives face first, slipping his tongue between the delicacy of her ass. He enjoys an exquisite feast, using his tongue to prod and massage her asshole, not even caring that her calves are cramping from being in this position. He eats her ass like it's his last meal on earth.

Its getting hot, and Hermione is flushed. She grinds on his fingers, feeling his penetration and she appreciates how their rhythm is the same; her hips roll and thrust against the hard ramming of his fingers deep in her pussy. Her legs quiver. It's most definitely the struggle of her body wanting all of him and the painful cramping of her calves muscles that threaten to tear.

She wants it rough. She needs him rough. All of him.

Draco eventually comes up for air, but he isn't finished with her yet… His fingers thrust and pull, thrust and pull. The little wet noises coming out of her pussy are doing things to him, but he wants to take it to the next level. He wants to make her scream his name. He outstretches his thumb and he swipes it around her rim playfully before plugging her ass.

Hermione isn't expecting double penetration, and as his thumb slides in and out of her, she flinches slightly but it isn't long before she relaxes at his pleasantries.

Draco removes his saturated fingers from her, swiping them on her arse cheek. He does so to mark his territory, displaying her juices like she is a common whore, and it gives him satisfaction to know that he did that too her.

She is dripping for him.

Draco darts his eyes to her face, and instead of being greeted with lust he sees the way she is looking at Theo.

Draco feels the prick of jealousy once again, and he is enraged that he took his time with her, enjoy her, and she is getting wet over someone else. Fucking slut, he thinks to himself...

I control this situation- not her.

I control her pleasure- not him.

I control her pain ...

Draco's hand spanks her ass where he got all territorial with her sweet nectar. She gasps, taking it but feeling a little sting from the wetness of his fingers. She can't help but think of Theo's earlier confession of their memories, and it comes to the forefront of her mind. She imagines how it would be if he was doing this to her instead, and she bites her lip thinking about the possibilities.

"Harder," she demands.

Draco quirks a brow, intrigued by her invitation. He doesn't want to disappoint. If she wants it harder- oh he'll give it to her harder, alright.

He summons a cane, the same one his father used to lash him with regularly as a child, and he welcomes it like it was an old friend. He doesn't let her see the object in his hands, but he makes sure Theo can see it all. The crack of it connecting with her skin is a satisfying sound.

Crack.

Draco strikes her ass with an unparalleled ease; the urgency to cause her pain is real.

Crack.

She flinches, but his heart is racing, and he wants to do it over and over again.

He does.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Hermione's skin takes the crack of his cane one after the other, and her skin ripples and pulses with a painfully arousing burn. Her neck and wrists are constricted, and every time he canes her, she jolts as the jagged edges of the pillory poke, prod, and prick her.

He strikes her again, and she winces at the pain of it, but her eyes on Theo never leave. She focuses on his eyes. Those kind, soft, doting eyes. The kind of eyes that she wishes she could remember getting lost in. The kind of eyes that have the potential to betray her soul, and she doesn't give a damn. He is like an angel from the heavens and she wants him to take mercy on her...

A flash of a memory comes to the forefront of her mind. It's of Theo…he's caressing her face and planting sweet kisses on her nose, cheeks, and lips.

Draco strikes her again, and she feels her skin break, baring the brunt of his caning. She squeezes her eyes closed to ease the sting, but it doesn't help.

A flash of Theo's naked body glistening in sweat comes to mind. She's naked with her head resting on his chest, locked in his embrace and their fingers are intertwined.

Her eyes jolt open.

She remembers. She remembers everything.

Theo snuck into her room one night to console her after she fought with Harry. He stayed all night, and she had to sneak him out the next day. She remembers their rendezvous in the prefect bathroom on the 5th floor, her flushed body pinned to the bathroom wall; she would always watch their reflection in the mirror. She remembers when Draco found them in a compromising position, and he bound and leg locked Theo. And lastly she remembers...what happened.

Her mouth drops at the realisation, and her once seductive gaze is replaced with one of shock and sheer terror. She feels the need to hyperventilate, but she doesn't want to draw any more attention to herself. It's bad enough being in a room torn between two horny goats.

Hermione cries silent tears, and Theo understands her at once.

She remembers... she remembers us!

His heart is practically doing somersaults. He wants to go to her, to snatch her in his arms and never let her go. He wants to kill Draco for hurting her for so long. He doesn't want to see any more of this… He wants to get them out of here and run away together.

After all these years, his heart still beats and it beats for her. He forgot how incredible of a feeling it is to have hope, loyalty and love. But they aren't out of the woods yet, and his face falls from grace at the bittersweet realisation.

All Draco wants to do now is fuck.

A wave of his hand, and the pillory unlatches itself. He swings Hermione over his shoulder, being sure to expose her as he walked past Theo. Draco wanted Hermione directly in front of Theo while he fucked her senseless.

His ebony four poster is almost within reach of Theo- so that is where they'll fuck. Up close and personal, out of reach but not out of sight, not out of mind, and most definitely unable to touch.

Draco tosses Hermione onto his bed like he's tossing a salad, and she lands with thud as her shin hits the edge of the bed.

"I was going to take you nice and slow, but I've decided I want to make you sweat," he says matter-of-factly. "I want you face down, ass up."

He drives her head forward, pinning her cheek-first on the mattress. She is facing Theo.

"Now hold your hands behind your back."

She complies, now thinking with her head, more clear than ever. She needs to get out of here.

Draco uses thick, black rope and an elaborate knot, intertwined into a spectacular weave, to tie her elbows together. He's pleased she is so flexible. Not that it would matter. He'd happily break her back and skele gro it later for shits and giggles if he needed to. It'd give him great pleasure to see Theo's reaction- mid fucking and her excruciating pain.

Hermione is now bound, helpless, with only the use of her legs, and he slips a gag over her mouth. He can see her crying, and he gets off on her muffled sobs.

Draco gets to business, wanting to satisfy his need to fuck her. He guides her ass up, "Get on your knees for me."

Hermione struggles to get on her knees, burying her body into the sheets as she pushes her arse up and slips her knees under herself. Before she finds balance, Draco pushes her head back onto the bed so she is facing Theo again.

Draco spreads her legs wider, and the angle of her back makes her ass even perkier. It's exactly what he needs. He is home.

He swipes a finger between her slit and she's still wet. Just the way I like her.

Smack.

He slaps her ass and guides his erect penis into her honey pot; she fits like a glove. The rest is simple. He fucks her; hard and fast, just the way he likes it, and she isn't even struggling in his binds. He slips in and out, hovering his tip at her tight hole before gliding it back in flawlessly, and when she is almost filled to the hilt, he gives a hard pump and thrusts into her deep. If he keeps this up, he'll be coming soon; he knows it. But he can resist the feel of her. The sight of her bound and helpless in front of Theo, the guy who is in love with her and is bound and helpless too.

Draco, being quite the exhibitionist, relishes the moment.

Theo is watching her and only her while she's bound, gagged and being fucked doggy style. He admits the situation isn't ideal but the fact that she now remembers the past excites him, and he feels a little tingle in his pants. He tries to shake off the feeling but all he wants to do is "shake it off." This urge is overwhelming, and he tries to fight it, but he can't. That fucking prick! he exclaims to himself. He's slipped me a fucking lust potion, the sick fuck!

Under the influence of the lust potion the tension in Theo builds, and he is unable to ignore it. He's hungry like the wolf and he needs to explode. He needs to touch himself. Now. With the influence of the lust potion in full effect, the Elves magical binds release Theo, allowing him to join in on the fun.

Embarrassed and horny, he fumbles to expose himself and he grips his hard cock. Ahh yes, he mewls. Skin on skin contact is giving him instant satisfaction. He imagines Hermione's hand wrapped around him, and he feels like a virgin being touched for the first time. He strokes himself in rhythm with Draco's thrusts, but his eyes never leave Hermione's because, even though this is out of his control, he wants her to know what he is doing is for her.

Draco's dungeon is filled with a whirlwind of lust and the smell of sex as he and Theo climax. Draco has not even a second to catch his breath before he's interrupted by none other than his house-elf, Volan.

The Elf is lacking the confidence he had earlier as he shuffles nervously, looking at his feet in shame for intruding.

"Master Malfoy, Sir, I- I am sorry to interrupt, sir, but it is urgent from Mr. Zabini in Italy, Sir. You must go right away."

Draco presses his head against Hermione's lower back, wiping the sweat off his forehead across her.

"Fucks sake," he rebukes. Zabini really knows how to pick his timing.

Draco pecks her back before abruptly pulling out of her. He's tempted to leave her here, sprawled out on his bed, bound by the ropes he tied around her. But unexpected business meant the possibility of being gone for days, and he wants her in good health on his return.

"Volan, show her to my suite on the second floor. She must be rested for my return - and clean up the mess."

"Yes Master Malfoy, Volan will see to it right away."

Draco hurries towards the dungeon entrance. He stops before exiting and turns to Theo.

"Why don't you hang around, Nott? I've come to enjoy your demise."