Chapter 54

Draco dipped his quill in the inkwell, recalling from memory the layout of Yaxley's mansion, and drew broad strokes on the parchment before him. Every so often he'd make a mistake and remove the offending ink with his wand. Hermione hadn't requested Yaxley, but he had quite a bit of clout in the Dark Lord's army, and therefore, a lot of responsibility. Interrogating him would probably help the Order more so than anyone else right now, aside from his Aunt.

Draco hoped it was Yaxley that knew what the purpose of Wembley Stadium was.

Warm lips pressed lightly on the back of his neck while he finished labelling the wards used on the windows of the ground floor. He grinned as small, delicate hands slid over his shoulders and down his chest, over the fabric of his T-shirt. He continued working in silence, Hermione's mouth lightly sucking on the skin of his throat, little nips up towards his ear causing tingles of pleasure to race down to his cock.

"Did you want these plans now?" Draco asked, sopping up some ink that pooled in the corner.

Hermione sucked his earlobe into her warm, inviting mouth and he hummed in pleasure. She captured his lobe gently with her teeth and released it to answer him. "Yes, Malfoy. They better get done tonight. So keep working."

By now his erection formed a tent in his trousers and he shifted in his seat to make himself more comfortable. Her hands wrapped around his torso from behind the chair, slid lower and rubbed his thighs. Not touching him there, but getting close, teasing him.

"I've got too many distractions at the moment," he chastised her.

Her hands lifted the hem of his T-shirt and rubbed the muscles of his stomach, dipping just slightly below the waistline of his pajama trousers. At the rate Hermione was going, he'd have to finish the plans tomorrow morning.

"Sounds like a poor excuse to me," Hermione scolded him, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "I would expect more from one of You-Know-Who's finest Death Eaters."

Draco continued drawing on the parchment when her fingers lightly stroked him over his pajamas and he bucked, making an angry 'V' where a straight line should have been. He waved his wand and removed the mistake.

"Are you calling my competency into question-aaaaahhhhhh," he groaned as she bit his skin at the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

Her voice was low and sultry as she replied into his ear. "You don't seem to be performing very well."

Enjoying their game, he bent forward over the parchment, putting space between them, and returned to labelling the wards he had drawn. "You should know by now not to question my performance."

Hermione's hands dipped below his waistline, rubbing the skin of his thighs under his trousers. Draco huffed an exhale as her fingers grazed his length and scrotum.

"Your performance has declined," she reprimanded him from next to his ear. "I don't think you'll finish tonight." At the word 'tonight', she cupped him and gave his balls a light squeeze, his pelvis jerked upward.

"Fuuuuuuuck," he groaned.

Her other hand wrapped around his length and she fisted him, sliding the skin up and down over his length. Draco gave up all pretense, dropped the quill and leaned his head back onto her shoulder. Immediately she latched onto his jaw with her lips, sucking on his bone, making her way down the lines of his neck.

"Giving up?" she muttered into his throat.

He smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hands fondling his balls and fisting his length, and her hot, wet mouth on his neck. He thrust forward reflexively as she stroked him.

"Yeeeeees," he moaned towards the ceiling, and reached around behind the chair to grab her arse.

She removed her hands and he whimpered from the loss.

"Unacceptable," she replied firmly. "I need those plans tonight."

He opened his eyes to see a devilish gleam in Hermione's eyes.

"I don't think I can manage in my current state." Draco held a hand out towards his lap.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Then I guess you'll have to finish up both activities on your own."

He frowned at her. "Heartless bitch."

She smirked and kissed his downturned lips. "You've told me that before."

Draco rearranged himself in his trousers to accommodate the pressure of his raging erection, leaned forward and wrote in a few more details on the wards, extremely uncomfortable below, and wondered what Hermione would do next. She walked around him, pushed his leg aside and crouched between his legs underneath the desk.

He pushed himself back to give her room and tilted his head to the side so he could see her underneath the table. Hermione slid her hands up his thighs and stopped, peering devilishly up at him.

"I really won't finish up tonight if you plan on going any further," he warned her. He would definitely have to go over these plans tomorrow morning before heading back home.

She licked her lips. "Who said I'm going any further? That's awfully presumptuous of you, Malfoy."

Draco exhaled slowly and returned to writing. He couldn't see her while leaning over the parchment, but her hands continued travelling up his thighs. She grabbed the waist of his trousers, tugged, and he lifted his bum, allowing her to pull the fabric down and over the curve of his arse. His hard shaft was released with a bob, and she tugged his trousers down until they crumpled around his ankles.

"You better still be working," came the disembodied warning from under the desk.

Hermione spread his knees apart and her shoulders brushed against the inside of his thighs.

"I'm definitely working," he replied with a grin.

"I don't hear any quill scratching on parchment." Her hot breath fanned against his dick as she spoke. He strained to reach her mouth, pushing his pelvis forward slightly. She must have moved backwards.

Draco dipped the quill in ink and scribbled in the corner.

"That sounds like scribbling. Finish the plans, Malfoy." She licked his tip lightly, sending tingles down his cock and he jerked his pelvis forward with a grunt.

"As you wish."

He removed the scribbles with his wand and continued to write. Hermione's hand closed around the base of his shaft and she licked his balls. He grunted and thrust again. The word he wrote ended up being a jagged slash.

"Fuck, I can't." He exhaled heavily as her tongue traced the shape of his scrotum and then up the base of his cock, making his legs tremble.

Hermione removed her tongue but her lips brushed against him as she spoke. "No excuses, Malfoy. Finish up now or finish by yourself."

Draco removed the mistake with his wand and wrote the remainder of the descriptions as fast as he could. Her tongue ran up and down his length and her hand dug into his thigh, doing nothing to still his shaking limbs. He gripped the quill hard, nearly snapping it as he furiously finished writing the last few words in between soft groans. The handwriting was terrible. He probably forgot a few details but that was all he was going to get done while her mouth was on his cock. He'd have to check for mistakes and fill in the rest tomorrow morning.

"Done," he croaked, throwing the quill down.

Hermione sucked his tip inside the warm wetness of her mouth and slowly engulfed his member, moving down his length, nearly swallowing all of him. His arms fell slack and Draco tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. Hermione bobbed her head up and down, sucking him off in earnest. He released a long, agonized moan and his eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head.

The loud, obnoxious crunching made Hermione throw her book down on the covers with an exasperated sigh. She turned to Draco in irritation and his eyes widened at the expression on her face. He stopped mid-chew; cheek protruding from the piece of apple in his mouth.

"Must you eat that apple in bed?" she huffed. "It's so loud."

His eyebrows rose and he finished chewing, slowly, and with as much relish as possible. How he managed to smirk and eat at the same time was beyond her. Draco's Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.

"Apples are healthy. They keep my bits in working condition." He held out the apple to her, now missing a piece. "Want a bite?"

She scowled at him. "I can't read with all that noise."

Fixing his gaze on her, he drew the apple back to his mouth and paused. Her nostrils flared and his lips twitched, stifling a laugh. Slowly, deliberately, he pierced the skin of the apple with his teeth and pulled the fruit away, crunching loudly and again, somehow managing a smug smile at the same time.

"You're going to get apple juice on the bed," she warned.

He raised an eyebrow, amused, and crunched on that sodding apple with as much satisfaction as one possibly could. After swallowing he replied, "My tongue is quite skilled at licking up stray droplets of liquid."

Hermione blushed and he smiled predatorily before taking another loud bite. The apple crunched and Draco watched her debate the merits of smacking that damn apple out of his hand or snogging him for turning apple eating into foreplay. She didn't know where to look. His bright grey eyes, taunting her. His cheeks and jaw, moving with the effort of chewing the apple, his throat while he swallowed, or his lips, slightly turned upward at how successfully he was irritating her.

There were other ways to get what she wanted. Hermione tossed her book to the side and climbed on top of him. His grin broadened.

"Is it weird that your apple eating makes me want to shag you silly?"

Draco laughed.

"I don't care if it's weird, but if that's the case I'll bring a bushel whenever I see you."

I've got something long, hard and thick for you.

The letters on her Galleon flashed.

Hermione squeezed her thighs together at the dull ache that presented itself whenever she thought of Draco. They had been together almost every night for the past couple months. Sometimes the sex would be fast and hard in a way that would leave her pleasantly sore and slightly bruised. Other times it would be slow and tender. Sometimes he took the lead, and other times she pinned his arms down, basking in his sensual groans of satisfaction while she gyrated on top of him.

Lately, he had been agitated about something, but wouldn't discuss it. The past few days he didn't let her move, first using her as an outlet for his frustration, ramming into her at a punishing pace, and then pleasuring her until she was a gibbering mess. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy him being dominant in bed, but she didn't like his refusal to discuss what was bothering him.

Draco's forcefulness reminded her of the rough sex they had when he woke up from his nightmare, although his eyes remained grey. She still didn't understand why his eye color changed, and didn't know where to look.

It wasn't like him. Normally, he was open about things, and she felt unsettled.

Hermione Apparated into the guest room and was surprised to see the light on in her bedroom instead. She walked across the hallway to see him sitting on her bed holding a rolled up parchment out to her.

He narrowed his eyes at her and sneered. "Were you expecting something else long, hard and thick?"

Draco was angry, Hermione knew him well enough by now to read his expressions, but she didn't understand why.

"Cheeky," she scolded him, trying to be playful. She took the parchment and sat next to him on the bed.

Hermione unrolled it – there were several rolled up into one – and he pushed aside her hair, immediately attacking her neck with an onslaught of nips and kisses. One parchment contained a list of names and yes/no replies for the Malfoy summer party. Another had a diagram of table seatings, and the third detailed floor plans and event times.

But Draco was doing his utmost to ensure that she couldn't read much.

His mouth broke from her throat with a gasp. "I'll alter the wards of my bedroom. If you're in trouble take your fucking boy toys there. Signal me with the Galleon and I'll Apparate you all out."

Hermione nodded and tilted the parchment, reading names off the guest list. His hand had already made its way under her shirt and crept up towards her breast.

"I don't like this," he murmured into her neck, and then bit her. Hermione winced, and sighed impatiently. They already had this argument. "You don't even know how to look for what you need. You're wandering around hoping you'll see something."

"Yes," she admitted. "We're stuck; we need a lead. This may be an opportunity." She returned to scanning the guest list, wondering who would be the best to Polyjuice themselves as. "We each do what we have to until this war is over. You know that."

Draco broke away from her neck and turned her face towards him, fingers pressing into her cheek. He glowered down at her. "I can do it for you. You don't need to fucking go."

Hermione furrowed her brow, studying him, and tugged his hand down from her face. His fingers curled around her breast instead. If she didn't know better, it almost looked like he was threatening her. She'd never seen him like this before.

"I know that, and I appreciate your help."

"Look at the fucking guest list," he growled, his features creasing with anger. "They're all there. My aunt. Travers. Jugson. Mulciber. The Carrows. Everyone." His grip on her breast tightened slightly. "Polyjuice won't fool Aunt Bella if she suspects something. It's not worth the risk."

"It's not your decision to make," she retorted, trying to pull his hand down from her breast. "You can't control me."

Draco's eyes changed while she spoke. The grey color of his irises shifted to that curious darker shade the night he surprised her in the loo, and the time he had his nightmare. Hermione immediately felt wary.

"Wait, what hap–"

Her words were cut off.

Draco grabbed her upper arm, spun her around and pushed her down into her mattress, bent over her bed. The parchments fell to the floor and his fingers dug into her upper arm so hard she yelped. She grabbed the quilt, struggling to right herself but he tugged on both her wrists, holding them together and pressed them into the small of her back. She turned her head so that it was only the side of her face pressed into the mattress and she could speak to him.

"Draco! I-"

She gasped as he yanked her pajama bottoms and underwear down to her knees. He leaned over her and growled into her ear.

"Shut up."

What?

Was this his version of when she had told him to get on his knees? Or when she sucked him off while he drew Yaxley's plans? But she had been playful. He was downright menacing now. His legs pinned hers into place and she heard the clink of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper before he pushed down his trousers.

Hermione didn't know what to say. He had taken her from behind before but this felt different.

"You're mine," he snarled, fingers digging into her wrists. "You can't just do whatever the fuck you want."

She was shocked at the manner he was speaking to her.

"Draco! But we-"

SMACK!

She sucked in a breath of disbelief. He just spanked her and now her arse cheek burned from the sudden sharp contact. Draco leaned over her, breathing heavily.

"I said," his voice was low and somewhat terrifying. "Shut. Up. Don't you fucking defy me."

Was he… punishing her?

"But you just–"

THWACK!

Hermione grunted. Now her other arse cheek stung and she wiggled, trying to look back at him from underneath the curls covering her vision. Part of her was appalled that he was using sex to punish her for a decision he didn't agree with. Part of her was strangely excited.

Was this role play? Was he using his anger at her going to the summer party as inspiration?

Hermione heard Draco spit on his hand and reach down to stroke himself. She could feel him strain against her as he squeezed and lubricated his cock. The familiar hot, dull ache returned between her legs with a vengeance. She clenched in anticipation of being filled. He must not know how aroused she was right now.

"I'm wet," she half gasped. It was as much a confession as an exclamation of surprise. Whatever he was doing, it was scary and she liked it.

She felt him shift against her legs as he brought his hand back for another blow and she squeezed her eyes shut.

SMACK! THWACK!

Draco spanked her hard and quick and Hermione felt his saliva evaporating from her right arse cheek. He continued mercilessly while chastising her for disobeying him. She didn't know how many times he smacked her and her body rocked forward into the mattress from the force of his hand. His palm landed all over her backside and upper thighs. She grunted and cried and yelled and by the time he had finished she was throbbing between her legs with the want of him. He landed one last smack across her lips and she shrieked. Before she had time to get her bearings, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her, pushing her down into the mattress with a growl.

She released a choked cry and tried to look back at him but couldn't see anything from under her curls. Draco set a relentless pace, pounding into her from behind. She rocked forward, unable to do anything with her wrists pinned to her lower back, unable to move. All she could do was take his length.

"You'll fucking do what I tell you!" he snarled, breathing raggedly.

Hermione gasped as he hit her inside, in places he hadn't reached before. Her bed lurched and the springs squeaked with each ferocious thrust. Draco pushed groaning huffs out of her and his sack smacked against her still throbbing lips. If only he would reach down, she would come instantly, she knew it.

But he didn't.

Hermione felt the erratic movements that signaled he was about to come. But instead of holding her tight so he would empty inside her, he pulled out and with a gruff moan. She tried to look back to see what he was doing but couldn't. Draco's legs trembled against her. He moaned and hot liquid spilled over her backside. He strained, releasing the last bit of his seed, and abruptly let go of her wrists with an angry exhalation.

"You're mine!" he growled. He smeared his come over her backside and gave her arse one last smack.

Hermione lay still, somewhat in shock over what just happened. She heard the fabric of his trousers rustle as he pulled them up and then he walked out and into the bathroom leaving her wet and wanting.

He turned on the shower.

Gingerly, she rolled her wrists, and pushed herself up. Draco's come dribbled down her back, some going into her crack, some dripped onto the rug. She stood dumbly for a few seconds with her pajamas still around her knees.

What the hell just happened?

Was this real or was it role play? Was he really punishing her? His come dripped down the back of her thigh and a blush of shame spread across her cheeks. Was she supposed to follow him into the shower? Ask him to make her come? The thought of requesting him to get her off after he had treated her in so degrading a manner made her angry.

Hermione didn't understand what had just happened and was overwhelmingly frustrated. Sexually frustrated. And pissed off. Draco had never treated her like this before. Never left her wanting. He was always so devoted to her pleasure. She didn't know how his wrists didn't cramp or how he didn't get a crick in his neck. Sometimes he kept going until she pleaded with him to stop.

What in the world was going through his head?

Hermione removed his seed with her wand, pulled her pajama pants back up and sat down on her bed. She didn't understand what she was supposed to feel.

Lust, shame and anger.

That's what she felt.

She wanted to grab Draco by his hair and force his head between her legs until she came. She wanted to smack his face for how he had just treated her, and then felt guilty for feeling that way. But he came on her back. It all felt wrong.

Hermione folded her hands in her lap, still staring silently at the floor ensconced in her thoughts when he emerged from the shower. He wasn't wearing anything but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water was dripping from his hair, landing in droplets that made paths down his chest, following the lines of his Sectumsempra scar. She eyed his abdominal muscles and the V shape which pointed tantalizingly down to what was just hidden below.

"Are you going to come?"

His grey eyes were unreadable. But they were grey. Not darker like before. The moment had passed. She still didn't quite understand what had happened. Or why.

And what was Draco asking now? Did he mean for her to come with him into the bedroom? Or to come… in that way? He noticed her inability to parse his meaning and smirked.

She swallowed, nervous now. Unsure of what she was supposed to do. "I thought you were upset with me."

"I'm fucking pissed," Draco spat at her. "You're needlessly risking your life and you manipulated me into helping you do it."

"It's not needless," she protested weakly.

Hermione felt used. Like an outlet for his frustration and nothing more. He had never made her feel used before. And the thought made her angry again.

He leaned on the doorframe of her bedroom and clutched the fabric of the towel at his waist. "I beg to differ. Are you coming?"

She didn't answer, and he turned to go into the guest bedroom. She felt like she didn't know him anymore. What had just happened? And why did his eyes darken like that? Why had they before? She didn't understand what was the matter with him. Could it be connected to how often he was Occluding? But she had never read anything that would indicate near-constant Occlumency was the culprit.

Draco didn't hurt her. Not in a way Hermione didn't like anyway. She was certain he would have stopped if she asked. She told him it made her wet, and only then had he spanked her in earnest. But she felt so degraded. He had used sex to punish her. Hadn't he? She wasn't sure how to process that.

Was this what she should expect each time they had a major disagreement? She wasn't sure if she was excited or worried by the prospect. Probably both. Hermione didn't know what to think right now and she was just so angry with him.

And she desperately wanted to come. She was nearly pulsing below.

She waited a few moments until she heard him get underneath the covers. He'd be naked. One thing was for certain, two could play at this game. He couldn't just get her all worked up and leave her like that. At least with her role play, she hadn't left him wanting. She still wasn't sure what this all was.

Real or role play? Hermione didn't understand.

She picked up her wand, held it to her side so Draco wouldn't see, and slowly entered the guest room.

His grey eyes glittered in the dark and he watched her walk around to her side of the bed. She slid her wand between the mattress and the box spring and crawled under the covers beside him. Lying on her back, she folded her hands across her chest and stared up at the ceiling. She wasn't sure what he expected her to do now. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do, aside from get herself off and smack him for being such a prick.

Hermione was so confused.

Draco wrapped his arm and leg around her and pulled her close. His naked proximity only made the ache between her legs stronger. She didn't turn into him like she usually did, but stayed flat on her back.

Was he just going to go to sleep as if nothing had happened?

Bugger him to hell.

Hermione reached down her pajama pants and spread her legs to stroke herself. She was barely able to get her fingers inside when Draco's hand clamped around her wrist. She stilled and turned her head to face him.

What was he doing now?

He bent his elbow and propped his head up, gazing imperiously down at her.

"Apologize. And if you beg nicely, I'll let you get yourself off."

Her mouth dropped open.

Mother. Fucker.

His expression didn't change. Not a hint of a smile, grin, smirk, nothing. Was he angry? He didn't sound as angry as he was before. But he was using sex to punish her. She narrowed her eyes at him.

Hermione circled her clit, arching her back and Draco pulled her hand away, up her pelvis and just out of reach. Her finger drew a trail of arousal across her skin. He raised an eyebrow and watched her. Hermione strained her hand but his grip tightened. She reached with her other hand and he grabbed that wrist too, and pressed it down into the pillow next to her head.

He held himself atop her, only a few inches separating them. Draco was so much larger than she was. Pinning her down felt threatening and dangerous again.

"Apologize."

She wriggled, ineffectively trying to get her hands out of his vice-like grip. His voice lowered an octave when he spoke next. "If you get me hard, I'll make you suck me off. But I won't let you come."

Dammit. She wanted him to.

The image of him fisting her hair while she swallowed him made her squeeze her legs together. And he was right there on top of her. He could take her right now.

She released a frustrated grunt and let her arms go slack.

The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly. "Stubborn."

"Pot. Kettle," she retorted in a huff.

"Good night, Granger."

Hermione waited until he settled in next to her and she turned on her side away from him. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Draco wrapped his arm around her and held her close. She smiled as she reached underneath the mattress to grab her wand. He really didn't know how stubborn she was.

"Incarcerous."

Chapter end notes:

The Drapple scene is for Missy!