Recap of Chapter 13

'Come here and snuggle in,' he said gently and Hermione did just that. She felt safe and warm next to Theo and closed her eyes to listen to the second chapter of Rebecca. Ten minutes later Theo finished reading and concluded 'hmmm, that Mrs Van Hopper was a bit of an old cow, wasn't she?'

Hermione grimaced, 'just a bit. You can see why the heroine's so eager to be rescued by Maxim.'

Theo looked at her thoughtfully, 'yes, I can.' He eased himself out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb her. Then he leant over and stroked her face, moved in to kiss her forehead and softly said 'goodnight little one.'

'Night night Theo,' Hermione gave him a sleepy smile and closed her eyes.

Theo descended into the common room and met Draco's expectant gaze. 'I see what you meant last night, she loved it. And so did I,' he turned to stare at the fire. Blaise felt a little jealous that he hadn't had a turn of reading to her yet, but pacified himself with the thought that it wasn't long to wait until tomorrow night. Draco returned to his book and looked vacantly at the page, he felt distinctly unsettled by Theo's pronouncement.

A/N: Shout-outs to repeat reviewers Nichole87, Green Eyed Lana Lee, Meuba, Lena2244, mangoandpassionfruit, kimbclar, Snowflake Dazzle, xchloee, coyg81, riaroo400, xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, MotekElm, GeekMom13 and Virginie Cires.

Special shout-outs to new reviewers thelittleredgirl and AngelLover88.

I love that you all seem to know what I'm talking about with Care Bears (if you don't, then Google is your friend). They're popular again now but I remember them from the first time around, oops, showing my age there!

Today's story / author recommendation is Prodigal Witch by MissFantastic, it's a Hermione with multiple Slytherins story, hurrah!

Chapter 14

The first week of classes had flown by for Hermione and she was feeling exhausted from the reading, homework, studying sessions with Theo and Muggle Studies tutoring sessions with all three snakes. She headed straight up to her bathroom after the last lesson on Friday and began to run a relaxing bath. She was going to get into comfy clothes and skip dinner she decided; she couldn't be bothered with getting properly dressed again and going down to the Great Hall. If she got hungry she could always call Winky for food, the thought made her feel a little guilty but she knew the little house elf would be happy to help. She had finally forgiven Hermione for her lectures on house elf rights and was down to one bottle of butterbeer a day, a distinct improvement on her previous consumption.

After a moment's hesitation she opened the door on the other side of the bathroom that led to Draco's room and called out 'accio firewhisky,' a moment later a half-full bottle came zooming into her hand. Taking the glass from beside her sink she poured a generous measure then turned the bath taps on and lit tens of candles with a wave of her wand. Hermione wasn't in the mood for bluebells or orange blossom so she rummaged through the other bath oils that Draco and Blaise had chosen for her until she found one with spices; the scent of nutmeg and cinnamon was warming and just what she needed after a long week. She sank into the water and reached for her chosen reading material, The Modern Witch's Guide to Pleasure.

She started to flick to the later chapters, which she hadn't read yet, when she spotted a second page corner turned down. She had already been through the chapter on self-pleasure that Blaise had marked so turned to the new page with interest. It was part of a chapter called 'How kinky are you?' and the heading was 'Daddy Doms'. Hermione's stomach did an immediate somersault and her mouth went dry as she read.

"There is a big difference between Daddy as a title for a Dominant in a D/s relationship and Daddy as a title for a father. While many have some reservations about this title, it is nothing more than that: a title. Daddies are not interested in pedophilia, incest or any other paraphernalia associated with children even though their title is often misunderstood and associated with that. When a little calls her Daddy by title, the feeling associated is nothing like the feeling she would get when she calls her father the same title."*

She eagerly read the next few paragraphs and actually cried out when she came upon a section on 'Daddy's Little Girl'.

"Another significant indication of a Daddy Dom is that they will spoil the heck out of their li'l [little one]. While this should be the expectation of everyone in a relationship, this is usually taken over-board by Daddy-Doms. Daddies will know exactly what their li'ls love, and will provide surprises and presents on a pretty regular basis. (Just like fathers do with their children). Often times these rewards are things that kids love, Teddy Bears, Pajamas, Pretty Candy, and Toys."**

Draco headed up to his room to change out of his uniform. Blaise and Theo had gone to blow off some steam at the Quidditch pitch and he guessed Hermione had headed to the library. He pulled on some flannel pyjama bottoms and was reaching for a top when he heard a startled cry from the bathroom. Grabbing his wand he unlocked the door and ran in, worried about Hermione.

'Oh!' She squeaked when Draco burst in, dropping the book in surprise. Seeing that she appeared to be alright he calmed his breathing and walked over to the large bath. The oily sheen on her skin glimmered in the candlelight and he noticed the damp curls that had escaped her haphazard bun clinging to her neck, she had never looked so enchanting. Draco plunged his hand into the bath – earning another squeal from Hermione, who quickly drew her knees up to her chest – and pulled out the sodden book. After muttering a quick drying charm he read the title and settled himself down on the floor beside the bath, eyeing his bottle of alcohol before taking a large swig from the glass.

'Well princess, you did give me fair warning that I would need to keep you in firewhisky this year,' he chuckled.

'I didn't go rooting in your room, I used a summoning spell,' she said hastily. 'Not that that excuses my blatant theft. I'm sorry,' Hermione blushed. She put her chin on her knees and turned to face him. 'Are you going to leave now? I'm not used to having company when I'm in the bath. Naked,' she added pointedly.

'I wouldn't have come in if you hadn't screamed like you were being attacked! And if you're attempting to appeal to my gentlemanly nature then I suggest you cease your efforts, I'm not leaving you alone when you look so delicious and have clearly just read something interesting enough to make you shout out "oh my goddess!" at the top of your voice.' Draco took another swig then topped up the glass and handed it back to her. 'So which bit were you reading, princess?'

By now Hermione's whole face was radiating heat. She took a hasty gulp of firewhisky and wondered how she could avoid answering. What she had just read had reached into her very centre and flicked a switch in her brain. The longings that she had to be cared for and cherished, the childish things that she enjoyed, like bedtime stories, they made sense to her now. She had always been embarrassed by what she perceived as a weakness, but now it transpired that she wasn't some kind of freak, or okay maybe she was, but she wasn't the only freak who needed this kind of relationship. There was no way she was sharing this with Draco however.

He flicked through the pages until he found the section he had earmarked days ago, could it have been this that caused her reaction? And was it positive or negative, her shout had been loud and surprised but otherwise gave nothing away. Fuck it. Just ask her. 'Did you find the section I marked for you, princess, on daddy doms?'

Her eyes widened. 'No way! What? That was you? What, why?' The words came out all garbled and Draco silenced her floundering with a look. He removed the glass and set it aside then began to soap his hands. Hermione eyed him warily, 'what are you doing?'

'Giving you a bath. Washing is what one normally does as part of the process, no? Alongside reading sex manuals and drinking,' Draco smirked.

'But, but, you can't. I'm not wearing any clothes!' Hermione exclaimed.

'Precisely. I'm glad to see you've got the hang of how this bathing thing works,' and with that he began to touch her skin, gently massaging and soaping her neck, back and arms. Hermione bit back the first few moans then gave up on trying to contain the little mewls of pleasure. He feels so damn good, I wish he'd do this every night. She told herself not to be so ridiculously needy but her mental argument halted when he gently pushed her knees back down and started washing her breasts. It was impossible not to arch further into his touch and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see his expression. She didn't think she could take it if he was mocking her.

'I'm still waiting for an answer, Hermione,' he said warningly. She heard her name but couldn't recall what he had asked her.

'Sorry, what was the question?' She whispered, trying to concentrate as he tweaked her nipples.

'Did you read the section on Daddies and their little girls, princess? Is that what made you shout?' He stifled the chuckle that threatened to escape, seeing the effect he had on her was immensely satisfying, even if it was making him painfully hard.

'Yes… and…. yes…Please don't stop touching me there,' Hermione moaned. She was past the point of caring about embarrassing herself now, he could mock her all he wanted if he just kept doing that with his fingers. Draco began to cup water in his hands and pour it over her, washing the soap off. She turned to look at him in distress, 'you stopped,' she pouted.

Sweet fucking Circe, but she's adorable. 'Do these needy nipples require more attention?' Immediately she looked uncomfortable and made to cover herself with her hands but he held her wrists back. 'What, you don't like that word, little one?' Draco watched her closely, trying to read her eyes, which had dilated as soon as he called her little one. He ran his eyes over her body and considered. 'You're right, that's not the best word for you, they look like pretty little pink rosebuds,' he murmured. Hermione couldn't stop a small smile from forming and he released her wrists to caress her again.

His hand moved lower and gently slipped between her lips with the barest of touches, 'and this, my little one, this is your special rosebud,' he whispered as he watched her cheeks flush hotter and mouth open slightly. 'I think you need a Daddy, princess. Someone who will give your rosebuds special touches and kisses, someone who will cherish and protect you,' his voice grew lower as he fought to stay in control. He wanted to take this so much further but reined himself in with difficulty and withdrew his hands. Right now she was a quivering wreck and he knew he could push things but he wanted her to crave him, to beg him for more when she was completely sober. Draco didn't think she was drunk, but he didn't want her to do anything that she might regret and later blame it on the alcohol.

'A Daddy who gives me baths and reads me bedtime stories?' She asked breathlessly. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

'Yes, a Daddy just like that. Now let's get you nice and dry, I've got a present for you in my room,' Draco smiled at her tiny yelp of delight and held up a large fluffy bath sheet before lifting her out and softly towelling her dry. He could easily have used a drying charm but he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to touch her. At the back of her mind Hermione wondered why she wasn't feeling embarrassed about all of this – the book, being seen naked and washed and dried by Draco Malfoy – but oddly she wasn't. She was in a different headspace, one where she felt happy and safe; she was being looked after and she could finally relax her control. It felt good.

Draco took her hand and led her through to his room. There he opened his wardrobe and pulled out a white dress shirt. He proceeded to slip it on her and do up each button slowly, then carefully rolled the sleeves up for her. 'Run and fetch some pretty knickers to wear while I get your present,' he instructed, revelling in the way she skipped off to do as she was told. Reaching onto the top shelf of the wardrobe he rummaged for a moment before finding the right parcel and lifting it down just as Hermione returned.

'Show me what you picked, princess,' he instructed. She gave him a shy smile and raised the shirt hem to reveal lacy Brazilian briefs in milky coffee colour. 'Beautiful,' he breathed in her ear as he stroked her mound of Venus and squeezed her behind. Hermione couldn't stop herself leaning into him and resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her 'you've been such a good girl, eating all your meals and behaving at bedtime, you definitely deserve a present,' he praised her. He reluctantly pulled back and handed her a flat parcel wrapped in shiny pink paper.

Draco laughed as she tore the paper off in seconds, not bothering to neatly peel off the Spellotape. Hermione gasped in delight as she uncovered a muggle colouring book of fairies and mermaids along with a large pack of coloured felt tip pens. Dropping them on the bed she launched herself at Draco, wrapping her limbs around him and smothering him with thank you kisses on his cheeks and neck.

'You like it then?' Draco chuckled.

'I love it! How did you even know about colouring in? Where did you find the book and pens?' Hermione asked in amazement.

'Daddies have their ways,' he replied, holding her gaze. He would never reveal the complicated process of inventing a Muggle Studies project to use as a ruse to get help from a muggle-born Ravenclaw. He had ended up ordering hundreds of galleons worth of items from the Hamleys toy shop catalogue and insisted on paying Clara Bentley and her parents several hundred more to show his appreciation for their assistance. Hermione searched his eyes, trying to find any sign of insincerity. She wanted this so badly, if he was messing her around she'd be really hurt…

'Are you a Daddy? Are you my Daddy?' She asked in a small, uncertain voice.

'I very much want to be your Daddy, if you'll have me princess,' Draco replied honestly. He was scared to put himself out there, what if she rejected him? What if she didn't? He hadn't known this was something he wanted, hadn't known it even existed, until a few days ago. But now he knew in his soul that he wanted Hermione for his princess, he wanted to give her the world if she would give herself to him in return.

A/N: FF won't allow web addresses so you'll have to be creative and add in dotcoms and take the spaces out; the quotes on Daddy Doms are taken from the following: *domsgentlemans . weebly daddy-dom

**adultlittlegirl what-is-a-daddy-dom/