Seventh year, no Voldemort AU.
Warning: this chapter contains heavily implied D/s dynamics with a Sub Draco and Dom Hermione, non-consensual voyeurism, and mild degradation.
The flustered portrait shut quietly behind Blaise Zabini as he crept into the Head dorms with a victorious smirk. Thankfully, the common area was totally vacant, as he correctly assumed that it would be at such a late hour. No doubt the strict, schedule-worshiping Granger would be studying away in her room or the library, and Draco would likely be there trying to distract her.
To say it was a shock when those two got together mid-year would be an understatement –
Well, a shock to anyone but Blaise, anyway. He had simply smirked and patted himself on the back, pleased with his spot-on intuition.
The Italian pushed those thoughts away as he set his mind towards his mission of the evening: to locate and reclaim the bottle of finely aged firewhiskey that Head Girl Granger had rudely confiscated from him a week before. It wasn't his fault he'd vanished it to the library in a drunken haze, causing it to spill all over an old tome! But of course, rule-abiding Granger hadn't yielded to any of his attempts to win it back, and all he'd gotten for his efforts was a scalding lecture from both her and Madame Pince.
But was what worse, was that when he appealed to Draco about it, foolishly thinking that if anyone could sway the stubborn Golden Girl, her boyfriend could, his supposed "best mate" had taken her side!
The blond tosser had the gall to laugh at him and say, "Well maybe if you'd stop drinking yourself into bloody stupor every weekend, I'd have a bit of sympathy for you."
The nerve!
The audacity!
The disrespect!
His poor habits were his to manage and enjoy, thank you very much!
Blaise had known that Draco had deeper feelings for their resident bossy swot than even he himself was probably aware of, but Blaise never thought he'd ever see his best mate so thoroughly whipped. Any other time, Blaise would laugh hysterically at the irony of Draco falling so hard for the girl he used to bully, but when a bottle of Ogden's best was on the line, he had no time to appreciate it.
Thus, Blaise snuck into the small kitchen area to begin his search. He intended to drink the rest of the sweet liquor tonight, not willing to risk Granger finding out, knowing she wouldn't hesitate to stomp down to the dungeons and accost him.
The stuff was 200 years old and they only sold fifty bottles a year. No way was he giving it up without a fight!
As Blaise rummaged through one of the cabinets, a low moan echoed from upstairs, making him pause.
A beat of silence, then came another, the sound deep and masculine, and barely muffled.
An amused smirk stretched across Blaise's face. Well, well, well, sounds like Granger knew her way around a cock, if those pleasured grunts and groans were anything to go by. Lucky Draco, but even luckier for Blaise, as it meant both Heads were even more distracted than he'd anticipated. Perfect.
Blaise hunted through the fridge as the sounds of his friend's pleasure grew louder. It didn't bother him; Merlin knows Draco had overheard a number of his own conquests throughout the years they'd been roommates.
However, after several minutes, something about the noises struck Blaise as odd. Why hadn't he heard Granger moan yet? Draco may not have had nearly as many bedmates as he, but surely, his friend wasn't that bad in the sack.
The next conclusion then, would be that Draco was indulging in some self-pleasure, but Blaise had caught him enough times to know that his blond friend preferred showers for that particular activity.
A sudden SMACK resonated throughout the dorm, making Blaise jump. The harsh-sounding noise was followed by a hoarse whine from Draco – a whine for Merlin's sake! – and the familiar domineering tone of Granger.
"I told you to keep your head up!"
Blaise's mind blanked.
Keep his head up? What the hell? Now he knew there was something weird going on.
He heard Draco whimper out an apology and beg his Gryffindor girlfriend not to stop, the tone so foreign that for a moment, Blaise wasn't certain he'd heard correctly. He'd known Draco since they were in nappies, and yet never had he ever heard the blond sound so…so…needy and desperate.
While most would have left immediately, traumatized and trying to forget it, Blaise was not like most.
He was simply too curious to leave it alone.
With his new resolve in mind, the Italian cast a silencing spell on his shoes and began creeping up the stairs. As he approached, the sounds of Draco's eager moans grew closer and louder, until he spotted one of the bedroom doors partially open. Clearly, they hadn't been expecting guests.
Blaise advanced towards the door, and when he was close enough, he cautiously pressed close to the frame. As a last minute thought, he also cast a simple disillusionment spell over himself, just in case.
Finally, the Italian allowed himself to peek around the open door.
What he saw sent his jaw clattering to the floor.
His best mate was on his hands and knees facing the headboard of the four-poster bed that was clearly Granger's, as it was laden with scarlet sheets with gold trimmings. Granger herself was positioned behind him, standing on her knees as her hips smacked rhythmically against Draco's. Blaise's eyes fell to the Head Girl's surprisingly shapely arse, which was lined with thick black straps that circled her thighs and waist.
He recognized that thing…it was a strap-on! He'd only ever seen them in those muggle porn films, particularly the ones solely involving women.
Blaise could only stare in utter astonishment as realization washed over him.
Granger was fucking his best friend's brains out with a fake cock, and by the sounds said friend was making, Blaise would say that Draco liked it…a lot.
Sweet Salazar. He always knew Granger was bossy, authoritarian, and controlling, but he never would have guessed she was a freak on top of that!
Blaise watched as Draco's arms shook, and he collapsed face-first into the pillows. Granger tutted and delivered a swift slap to the blond's arse, making him jerk with a muffled whimper.
"Strike two, Draco. One more, and it's the paddle for you."
Draco turned his face to the side, looking up at his girlfriend with a pleading gleam in his eye. "Please," he panted.
"Please what, Draco? Use your words!" Granger demanded, yanking her boyfriend's head up by the-
Holy shit, was that a leash!? Merlin's fucking nuts, the sweet and stern Hermione Granger had his arrogant, smarmy best friend on a fucking leash! Literally!
Blaise couldn't believe his own bulging eyes.
Forget whipped; Draco Malfoy was a fucking masochist who liked being leashed like a dog by his swot of a girlfriend while she spanked and pegged his arse into submission!
Merlin, if Lucius Malfoy could see his son now, the bastard would probably die of mortification.
Draco cast Granger a baleful look. "Fuck Hermione, c'mon, you already made me beg-"
"Are you talking back to me?"
Blaise held his breath, recognizing the rebellious glint in his friend's eye. "Well, isn't that how a conversation works?"
Blaise couldn't see the Head Girl's expression, but he knew from experience how unimpressed she tended to be with those she deemed as "wise arses."
Sure enough, Granger clicked her tongue and withdrew from Draco, making the Head Boy groan in protest. "You've got a bit of a mouth on you tonight, eh?" said the curly haired witch, standing up on the bed. "In that case, why don't we put it to better use?"
If possible, the Italian's eyes widened even further at the implications of her words.
Draco copied his expression, eyeing the dark red cock dubiously as Granger stroked it teasingly.
"You've got to be-" the blond began, but was swiftly silenced by another slap to his reddening arse.
"Perhaps I've been a bit too lenient with you," said the Head Girl conversationally, "if you want my cock so badly, you'll have to earn it."
There was a beat of silence as Draco's silver eyes darted between his girlfriend and the fake prick bobbing before him.
"Well go on," Granger prompted, "give us a kiss."
Draco swallowed visibly.
Blaise watched in shock as his best friend slowly turned around on all fours, lower lip caught between his teeth.
The vulnerable expression on the blond's face was obscenely foreign to Blaise, who rarely saw his best mate let his guard down even amongst familiar company.
Eyes fluttering, Draco timidly leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the very tip of Granger's cock. He looked up at his girlfriend as if seeking her approval, and when she nodded, he drew in a shuddery breath and started kissing down the shaft. The Head Girl weaved her fingers through her boyfriend's hair encouragingly, making him sigh at her touch.
Once he'd kissed every inch of the silicone, Draco drew back and, with a hesitant glance towards Granger, sucked the tip into his mouth.
"There we are, good boy, Draco. C'mon, show your appreciation," the Head Girl cooed as she coaxed him to take more of her.
Silver eyes sliding shut, Draco leaned forward, the fake cock bulging against his cheek.
"No no love, look at me," Granger cooed.
The Head Boy's eyes snapped open obediently, darting up to meet those of his lover as he timidly bobbed his head on her cock.
Granger continued to gently yet firmly coach Draco through the blowjob, canting her hips carefully into his mouth after he grew used to the sensation.
Blaise had lost count of the number of times he'd rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The straight-as-a-rod Slytherin prince was willingly sucking on a fake cock to please his apparently very adventurous girlfriend, and damn, if Draco wasn't like a brother to him, Blaise might have asked to join them. The Italian had always been partial to the company of both men and women in his bed, so this would have been an ideal fantasy for him if the participants had been anyone but Granger and Draco.
The curly haired witch now had both hands buried in his friend's hair and was guiding him onto her cock. Draco gagged slightly when she went in deeper, drool dripping down his chin. Nevertheless, he didn't falter, forehead wrinkling as he picked up his pace.
Blaise arched a mildly impressed brow before Granger instructed her lover to stop.
Draco removed his mouth from her cock with a shuddery breath, panting open-mouthed as he stared imploringly up at the Head Girl, like a puppy waiting to be given a treat.
"Very good, Draco," Granger praised softly, "you sucked me so well, darling. Your lips looked so pretty wrapped around my cock."
The blond leaned into his girlfriend's touch, placing a reverent kiss on her thumb. "Have I earned a reward?" he rasped hopefully.
The curly haired witch pat Draco's cheek almost condescendingly. "If you say please," she crooned.
Blaise saw the flare of irritation in his friend's eye, and waited for the snappy retort. However, that rebellious glint was gone in a second, replaced with needy desire.
"Please," Draco whispered, just loud enough for Blaise to hear.
Granger dropped to her knees and drew the Head Boy in for a kiss. Draco visibly melted beneath her swotty mouth, allowing her to cup his face and basically make love to his lips.
The blond broke the kiss with a gasp when she squeezed his cock without warning. Draco's head dropped backwards, legs shaking and moaning as Granger pumped his length avidly. "W-Wait – ah fuck – Grang – I-I can't, gonna co – Hermione, fuck, stop!"
Granger did so, tilting her head as though confused as she toyed with his leash. "Oh? Was that not what you were begging so nicely for?"
Draco scowled, cheeks flushing with humiliation. "Don't mock me! You know what I want…"
The Head Girl softened, cupping her boyfriend's cheek and kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry, love. What's your color?"
The blond pursed his lips and drew in a shaky breath. "Green. I'm okay. Green."
Granger stroked Draco's jaw. "Why don't you tell me what you want, then?"
The normally cocky and assertive Head Boy tilted his head and moaned submissively as his girlfriend kissed his pale neck. "Fuck me," he sighed pleadingly.
Blaise watched as Granger encouraged Draco to lie on his back and pulled his hips into her lap. The witch then stuck two fingers in her mouth and wet them thoroughly. The Italian couldn't quite see what was happening from where he was standing, but from the gentle moan his friend gave, he'd guess that Granger had just slipped those fingers inside of him.
After checking that her boyfriend's arse was prepared, confirmed with an enthusiastic nod from Draco, she cast a lubrication charm and reentered him with a few careful thrusts.
"Fuck, Hermione…" croaked the blond as his lover pounded into him.
Granger smoothed back her wild hair as she fucked him, hips rolling expertly into her boyfriend. Blaise chuckled quietly in wonder as her movements turned rougher, the sound of skin smacking skin growing louder alongside the clinking of metal when the devious witch yanked on her lover's leash.
Through it all, Draco continued to whine and beg for more, moaning like a bitch in heat as he wrapped his legs around Granger as if to ensure she stayed there.
Just when Blaise thought he couldn't possibly be surprised any more than he already was, the Head Girl's next words sent his brain whirling.
"You look so gorgeous like this, love," she panted, "taking this cock like good little slag. That's what you are, aren't you? My sweet little pureblooded whore, so hungry for my cock."
Blaise stood there with his mouth agape, certain that Granger had taken it too far. While Draco's well hidden insecurities had been improving as of late, he still grew defensive at any implication of belittlement or insult towards him.
However, Blaise was left mystified when his friend whimpered loudly and threw his head back in pleasure.
What the hell? Draco liked the degradation? What fucking universe had he stepped into when he passed through that portrait!?
"Hermione…fuck, I'm close!"
Granger tilted her head at her boyfriend's whimpered warning. "Oh? You haven't even asked if you're allowed."
Merlin's balls, Granger was sadistic as fuck!
Really, Blaise should have known there was something nefarious lurking under the Head Girl's kind, straight-collared surface. It was always the quiet, seemingly innocent ones that were the freakiest behind closed doors. Blaise thought he would have learned that lesson after his adventurous romp with Luna Lovegood earlier in the year…
Draco eyed Granger pleadingly, lower lip trapped between his teeth.
The dastardly Gryffindor chuckled. "Tell you what. Admit that you're my lovely little whore, and I'll let you come."
Indignation flashed through the blond's eyes as he opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a choked whine when Granger grasped the base of his cock to prevent his climax.
"Hermione, please!"
"Say it, darling. Say it, and release is yours."
Draco's eyes rolled back into his head as Granger rammed into him, completely absent of mercy. "I-I-," the Slytherin tried, only to be cut off by the raspy moan that tore from his throat.
"That's it, love. A little more," Granger encouraged.
Tongue darting out to wet his lips, Draco shyly met his lover's gaze. "I'm a-a – oh fuck, right there! W-Whore. I'm your whore."
The Head Girl gave a please hum. "That'll do. Come for me, angel."
Blaise blinked at Granger's odd choice of pet name whilst Draco shook the room with his strangled shout as he tumbled over the edge.
When she pulled out, the blond had gone as limp as a dead fish beneath her, completely unmoving aside from the uneven rise and fall of his chest. Removing the strap on with a simple spell, Granger then conjured a damp cloth and gently cleaned the drying seed from Draco's stomach. Crawling up his immobile form, she lifted her boyfriend's head into her lap before kissing him tenderly and stroking his hair.
Draco's eyes fluttered open, and Blaise nearly snorted as the dopiest grin in history graced his friend's face.
Granger asked if he was alright and quietly fussed over him even when he assured her he was wonderful.
Blaise wrinkled his nose at the sickeningly sweet display and stepped away from the door.
It was one thing to watch his best friend and his girlfriend engage in kinky play and fuck each other like rabbits; watching them act all mushy and lovey-dovey was something else entirely.
The Italian descended the stairs in a daze, feeling like his brain was melting out of his ears at the world-spinning discoveries he'd made.
He'd known Draco their whole lives, and yet if someone had told him the smug blond prat was more submissive in bed than a Knockturn Alley slag and got off on being pegged, spanked, degraded, and leashed, Blaise would have laughed himself stupid.
This clearly hadn't been Draco and Granger's first go, which made him wonder just how long they'd been experimenting.
What other kind of debauchery were they into?
Blaise couldn't very well ask, not without getting hexed in the teeth, anyway. He highly doubted either Head would share such information with him regardless.
However…
Blaise thought as a smirk stretched across his face.
That certainly didn't mean he couldn't share this discovery with others.
Well, not with strangers or people who would use it maliciously against Draco and Granger, of course.
Blaise wasn't cruel, but he was very much a Slytherin. And what kind of Slytherin would he be if he passed up such an ideal opportunity for blackmail?
Blaise could so easily picture their friends' reactions: Theo and Ginny would laugh their arses off, Potter and Weasley would turn green and white simultaneously – hell, Weasley might even faint if he was lucky – and Pansy would undoubtedly screech at him until his ears rang, both for invading their privacy and telling her something she would have rather bleached her hair than know.
Oh, but it would be worth it. The sweetest revenge for stealing away his precious Ogden's.
Blaise would bet his entire collection of rolled Cuban cigars that Draco would be far more amiable to returning his whiskey after this.
But first…he had a certain blonde Ravenclaw to find.
Witnessing the depraved yet enticing activities of the two Heads had made the Italian curious, and he'd always been the type to try anything at least once.
Hopefully Luna still had some of that weird leafy concoction of hers left.
Merry belated Christmas, friends. Hope you enjoyed my late gift.
I've been kind of obsessed with subby Draco lately, and there is so little out there when compared to Dom Draco fics. Don't get me wrong, Dom Draco is hot, but just the way he's portrayed sometimes in those fics...they make him out like some fucking super Alpha, and then I just end up laughing my ass off instead of enjoying the smut because that is just NOT Draco at all, at least in my eyes. Like, am I the only one that gets hardcore brat bottom vibes from him?
Hope ya'll enjoyed Blaise in this chapter, he's so fun to play with. I wanted to experiment with an outside POV, and I really enjoyed it!
Anyway, I will continue to do my civic duty as a loyal Dramione fan and deliver more sugar frosted smut as my schedule allows. Part of a complete reading breakfast.