Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about the Wizarding World. I'm just borrowing it for a bit.
This is my first one-shot, and it's my first real attempt at smut with this pairing, so be gentle. I'd love to know what you think!
Ron Weasley was an absolute arsehole. Three years we were together. Three years completely wasted! I caught him cheating on me four months ago, with, surprise, Lavender Brown. While Ron and I's relationship wasn't exactly exciting, it was stable. Or so I thought. We had sex once a week, usually on Friday nights. It was just what worked for us. Ron wasn't very adventurous when it came to sex. I once asked him to slap my arse, and he turned red, muttered something about how he never would put his hands on me, and rolled out of bed, ending any attempts of being together that night. I was left to take care of the lingering ache deep in my stomach. Although looking back, that wasn't exactly out of the norm for me. Ron was usually concerned for Ron. As long as he got off, that's all that mattered, which meant I was usually left taking care of myself.
I hadn't been with anyone since, and to say I was frustrated would be an understatement. Ginny had tried to set me up with some wizards either her or Harry knew, but none that worked out. It was one of our girls nights that Luna suggested going the muggle route.
"Hermione, are you looking for a new coupling, or rather just a release?" She had asked.
"No, Luna, I don't think I really want another relationship at this time. It would just be nice to feel the touch of a man that knew what he was doing."
"Why don't you use that muggle device to find a partner? I overheard Dennis Creevey talking about meeting a witch that way."
That made me think of something I had never considered before. Should I try a dating app? It took a few weeks, but after another miserable date, I decided it couldn't hurt to try that way. Especially since I wasn't looking for anything serious. I decided to download one, and so my journey began. I found the most flattering pictures of me, and added them to my profile. I listed off my various interests, and said that I was looking for something casual. I didn't want to go too deep into myself, because these were strangers I planned to sleep with, and that was it. Satisfied with my account, I decided to start swiping. There were a lot of attractive men, but not many that I would actually be willing to sleep with. I think I had only swept right on roughly ten men when a profile caught my eye. It was of an incredibly fit man. He had tattoos covering both arms, and his entire torso. He looked tall, and delightfully well built. I didn't like guys who had hulking muscles, rather the build of a swimmer. Slim, lithe, but incredibly strong and when they moved, you could see the cords of muscle ripple underneath. That was my type, and this man was exactly that. He always wore black, at least in the pictures he posted. There was one of him leaning against the doorframe, his arms on either side of the frame, and he seemed to be leaning towards the camera. He looked intimidating, dominating, and powerful. Not to mention drop dead sexy. I took my time looking at this picture. The biggest draw I felt towards this strange man, was that in every single picture, you couldn't see his face. He was wearing a Scream mask. I knew that rationally, that should be a red flag. He could be terribly unattractive, or an adulterer, or even a serial killer! But for some reason, that drew me in. Just looking at this man, I felt that deep, longing ache, and I could feel myself starting to get wet. In what was probably a lapse in judgment I swept right. Nothing. No match. Feeling the disappointment settle in my stomach, I kept swiping here and there, but nothing ever came of it.
It was a week later when my phone went off, stating I had a notification. I sighed dejectedly because I learned not to get my hopes up. I had talked to a few men, but none had been promising. They were either too sweet, or too cocky. Even though I just planned for a hook-up, I didn't want him to be an arse. Opening the app, my heart stuttered in my chest. The mystery man in the Scream mask, that I now saw was named Drake, had matched with me, and sent me a message.
Drake: Hermione. What a beautiful and unique name for an equally beautiful and unique woman. I would be honored if you gave me the opportunity to get to know you better.
Hermione: Hello Drake. Aren't you a charmer? I think I'd like to get to know you better as well, but I have to ask, what is with the mask?
Drake: I won't lie, as I believe in full transparency. I'm rather well off, and my sexual appetite isn't for everyone. I have many connections that may be weary of making deals if they knew of my desires. It's imperative I keep my personal interests separate from my business. I hope you understand.
Hermione: I can understand that, but it does make me wonder what exactly your desires are.
Drake: I'm not a submissive person, Hermione. I want control in all things I do, including sex. If I were to have you, I would dominate you in every way imaginable. I want you pliant, writhing with desire, begging to be touched. You'd be my little sex doll, love. Mine to do as I pleased. Tied up, laid bare, completely at my will. I like it rough. I want you to feel me for days after. I want to consume you every minute of every day, until you can't take it. Until you come crawling back like the good little slut you are. My slut. Begging for me to take you again, and again, and again. That is what I desire, Hermione.
I could feel that my face was flushed, and embarrassingly I was panting a bit. What he described was the opposite of who I am. I'm a strong and independent woman. I don't beg, and I am not to be used, but I can't help but feel so completely turned on that my knickers are ruined. Unfortunately, I was on my lunch break when I got that notification, and my break was officially over. I wasn't able to respond to him until late that night when I got home. I was sitting in a warm bubble bath, drinking a glass of wine in candlelight, when I opened his message back up. He had written back again.
Drake: I do hope I didn't scare you off. If there is one other thing you should know about my desires, it's that above all else, I get off, by getting you off. I want to taste you. Feel you cum on my tongue, pulsing around my fingers. I want that sweet little pussy to milk me for everything I have, Hermione. I want your pleasure.
Hermione: You know, I am the opposite of everything you just described, yet I can't help but be incredibly turned on. You make me want to be submissive. How is that even possible if I don't even know you?
Drake: When you are in control of every aspect of your life, being forced to make difficult decisions every day, it can become overwhelming. It is a relief to not have to worry about being responsible for one more thing. To have someone worship you, and take care of you, for the first time in maybe your whole life, it's refreshing. Unknown. Tempting. There's nothing wrong with that. You deserve that, Hermione.
Hermione: You can't possibly know that because you don't know me.
Drake: I don't need to know you, to know what I said is the truth. You seem like a determined, successful, hard-working woman. One who is in desperate need of an orgasm at the hands of someone other than yourself.
Hermione: Well, you aren't wrong there. In fact, that's the sole reason for me getting on this app.
Drake: If you are interested, I would love to be the one to give you that, Hermione. To make you lose control.
Hermione: I think I'd like that very much, Drake. Is there another way we can talk? One not through this app? I normally wouldn't ask, but I wasn't having much luck anyhow, and you can't send pictures or talk through here, which are both things I'd like to do before meeting.
Drake: If you are comfortable with it, here is my phone number. Text me if you'd like.
I took a breath, and thought about it. Did I really want to give my number to a stranger? One who I technically don't even know what he looks like. As crazy as it seemed, I realized that yes, I do. I felt more of a connection and a desire to this man than I ever did with Ron. Gathering up my Gryffindor courage, I snapped a picture of my legs, peeking out of the water with my wine glass in hand, and sent it to him.
Hermione: Hey there Drake.
Drake: Hello Hermione. Is that you right now?
Hermione: Yes. You could say I'm dripping wet.
Oh god! I couldn't believe I sent him that. It's been so long since I've flirted, and I've never been good with talking dirty. Hopefully that didn't turn him off.
Drake: Aren't you a tease. That's not very nice, Hermione.
He sent a picture with his text, and it was of him sitting on what looked like a leather couch, a noticeable bulge in his pants.
Hermione: How can I make it up to you, Sir?
He said he liked to be dominating, so I took a chance on him liking being called sir. Except it had unexpected results. I about shit my pants when my phone lit up, saying Drake was calling me. With suddenly shaky fingers, I answered.
"Hello?"
"Put me on speaker, now Hermione." His voice was smooth and deep. Powerful and demanding. I immediately felt myself getting wet. Doing as he said, I put him on speaker phone.
"Okay. Done." I all but whispered back.
"Good girl." I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped my lips. "Oh, do you like that? Does my dirty little slut like being called a good girl?" When I didn't answer immediately, he gruffly demanded, "I asked a question, Hermione, and I expect you to answer it."
"Oh god. Yes, Sir. I like that very much." I couldn't help but put the phone on the side of the tub, and slide one hand under the water to slowly start circling my clit, while the other pinched and massaged my breasts.
"Are you touching yourself, Hermione?"
"Yes."
"That's my good girl. I want you to keep touching yourself, but I want you to picture me doing it. Picture me over you, sliding my hand down your delicious little body, squeezing your tits, making my way down to your dripping wet cunt. I'd use my thumb, rubbing your clit, while slipping one finger into your pussy. While I finger fuck you, I'd bring my mouth to your breast, running my tongue around your nipple and sucking, biting, pulling. Leaving bruising marks across your hot little body. I'd slip a second finger inside of you, going faster, harder."
While he was describing what he'd do, I was picturing him, doing exactly as he said. Moving my hands to mimic his words, I could actually feel the pressure build. At this point, I couldn't hold back my moans even if I wanted to.
"Fuck, Hermione. You sound so fucking good. That's my girl. Feel the pressure building, baby. Focus on the feeling of something being inside you. That's going to be me, Hermione. I'm going to know the intimate feeling of your sweet pussy. I can't fucking wait to taste you. To be inside you. Are you close, baby?"
"Oh god, Drake! Yes! I'm so close."
"Then cum for me Hermione, be the fucking whore I know you can be and cum on your fingers. Now!" And for the first time in my life, I actually did what I was told. Flashes of lights went off behind my eyes, and my entire body shivered and convulsed as I rode the waves of possibly my strongest orgasm, ever. I could hear him breathing hard, whispering how I was such a good girl. So perfect, and so sexy. I heard him grunt, and then moan his way through his own orgasm. Finally winding down, feeling blissfully complete, I focused on the words he was saying.
"You were such a good girl, Hermione. I'm so proud of you. I came just by the sounds of you. You're so fucking hot. Please say we can meet?"
"Yes. Oh yes, Drake. I want to see you. I want to feel you."
"What are you doing Friday night?"
"I have no plans as of yet."
"Now you do. I'll send you my address. Want to meet at nine?"
"That will work. That gives me plenty of time to get home and freshen up before coming over."
"Perfect. I can't wait."
"Me either, Drake. I'll talk to you later."
"Hermione, one more thing. No matter what; The masks stays on. Goodnight."
Sinking back into the tub, it hit me all at once. What did I just agree to? What did I just do? Fuck, but why did I want to do it again so bad? Groaning as I made my way out of the tub, I couldn't wait for Friday.
Thankfully my week went by fast. I told Ginny what I was doing, so on the off chance that Drake was actually a serial killer, I had backup. When I got home, I was supposed to call and tell her everything. I took the longest shower of my life. Scrubbing, shaving, exfoliating, and moisturizing. I wanted to look my absolute best. I spent time actually doing my hair, so it fell down perfectly in soft, supple curls. I put on just a bit of makeup, enough to give me a boost of confidence, and went to find something to wear. I wanted to look sexy, so earlier in the week I bought a new lingerie set. It was emerald, green lace with black bows in between my breasts, and the center of my panties. It fit perfectly, and I felt confident. I put on a skintight black dress that I never wear, and I realized I was ready just in time. I had to leave now to make it to his house by nine. Thank goodness the drive was only ten minutes, because I could feel my nerves getting the better of me. Pulling up to what had to be the nicest house I've ever seen; I parked the car. It was elegant, and sophisticated, but also manly in a sense. I sent a text to Drake.
"I'm here. Just pulled in."
"Doors unlocked. Second floor, last room on your left. I can't wait to see you."
Taking a steadying breath, I got out and made my way into the house, climbing the stairs to the second floor. It was insanely nice on the inside as well. I could hear my heels clicking on the floor with each step I took. I got to the end of the hall, and found the last door on the left slightly ajar. Pushing it open gently, the sight took my breath away. The room was dimly lit, with red lights, and directly in the middle was a giant bed, with what appeared to be black silk sheets. What caught my attention was the closet door open, revealing a multitude of sex toys, that I couldn't even begin to guess their uses. Emerging from the closet was Drake. I gulped as I took him in. He looked like sin personified. He had his Scream mask on, of course, and a simple black tee, but what caught me by surprise was the ripped jeans hanging low from his hips. He looked too damn good.
"Hello Hermione." He practically purred. He gestured for me to come inside. "Shut the door, love." Doing as he said. I closed the door behind me, and walked up to him. So close I could see the shocking grey eyes.
"Hi Drake." I said breathlessly.
"Are you ready for tonight?" I nodded. "I need to hear you say it, Hermione."
"Yes sir. I'm ready."
"That's my good girl. If at any point you want to stop, just tell me. This is about you and your pleasure. If something doesn't feel good, or you are uncomfortable, all you need to do is say so, and I'll stop. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
That was all he needed to hear apparently, because in the next second he had picked me up, gripping my arse, and led me to the bed. Laying me down, he ran his hands up and down my body. Taking the time to get to know me, and what felt good. He hadn't even done anything, and I could feel myself getting wet. On his final pass over, he squeezed my breasts, and brought his hands down to grip the hem of my dress. Agonizingly slow, he lifted my dress off of me, and kissed down my body. Taking the time to suck and bite each of my nipples over the fabric of my bra, he kissed down my stomach, swirling his tongue in my navel, and finally made his way down to my drenched core. I was waiting for him to touch me, but when he didn't, I sat up just enough to look. I saw that he was looking at me. Maintaining eye contact, he brought his nose down and nuzzled into my folds, taking a deep breath. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen.
"Oh fuck, Drake. Please!"
"Please what, Hermione?"
"Touch me! Please, Sir. Fuck me with your tongue." I felt him laugh.
"Your wish is my command." He took one small moment to kiss me over top of the green lace, before he pulled them down and tossed them somewhere in the room. Immediately he delved deep into pleasing me. He did exactly as he said he would. Starting with one finger, he pushed in and out of me at a bruising pace. Using his thumb to circle my clit, he brought his face up to meet mine. Watching me take pleasure in his ministrations.
"Keep eye contact with me the whole time, Hermione. If you break it, I'll stop." He warned. I nodded my consent, and he made his way down to my nipples. Using his one free hand, he deftly undid my bra, tossing it to the side, and slid the mask over just enough where his mouth was free. He had the most attractive lips, and it was extremely erotic to only be able to see his eyes and mouth, as he took a nipple into his mouth once again, licking and biting. He spent time on each one, before he moved back down to stare at me between my legs.
"I want you to scream my name when you come. Do you understand?"
I moaned, "Yes Sir."
"Good girl." I could see his smirk, just briefly, before he wrapped those perfect lips around my sensitive bud and sucked, at the same time he curled his now two fingers inside of me, and I came on the spot.
"Oh fuck! Drake! Ugh!" He kept finger fucking me until my orgasm died down. He stood up, tall and proud, and took the two fingers running with my juices and put them into his mouth, sucking.
"You taste phenomenal. So fucking good, Hermione. So fucking sweet. I want you to taste yourself." He stuck his fingers back inside of my folds, collecting more, and brought his fingers to my mouth. "Open." He demanded. Doing as I was told; I opened my mouth for him. He put them inside, and I could taste myself on him, and it felt so fucking dirty, and I loved it. I sucked his fingers, using my tongue to clean each one off, before a thought popped into my head. Pulling my head away, so his fingers left my mouth, I asked him.
"Can I suck your cock, please, Sir?" I watched him swallow and nod. Standing up, realizing I was completely nude, and he was fully dressed, I vowed to fix that.
"Will you take off your shirt? I don't want to accidentally knock your mask off."
"How considerate of you." He smirked and I started on the button of his jeans. Undoing it, and starting to pull his jeans down, I was shocked to find out he was going to commando, as his cock sprung free of its confines. He was large. Larger than I've ever seen or had before. But he was beautiful. Long, hard, and thick, I could see the veins protruding. As I finished helping him take off his jeans, I realized his dick was pierced.
"Oh my god." I muttered. I looked up into his eyes and could see mirth dancing in them.
"Surprised?"
"Very. I've never been with anyone who had this done. Is there anything I should be careful of?"
"Such a good little slut, making sure it's safe to take my cock in your mouth. No baby, nothing you have to worry about. Just maybe keep your wild mane away." He referenced my hair. Luckily, I had a hair tie and went to pull my hair up when he stopped me. He moved us so he sat on the edge of the bed, me kneeling in between his legs, and he grabbed my hair roughly, pulling it up and holding it.
"I'll be your hair tie. Continue, love." His words made me feel like I was on fire. Deciding to return the favor, I kept eye contact with him when I wrapped my hand around the base of him, and licked the pre cum off the tip of his cock. He groaned in satisfaction, and it was my turn to smirk. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could without gagging, and hollowed out my cheeks as I began sucking his cock. Moving my mouth and hand in unison, I took my other hand and started massaging his balls. I watched as his pleasure built, his hand tightening in my hair, making it pull painfully. I moaned, the vibration on his cock causing him to tense.
"I'm going to cum, baby."
Using this as encouragement, I relaxed my throat as much as I could and took him as deep as possible, feeling the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat. I moaned again, causing him to cum. I stayed that way, drinking every last drop of him, before licking my way up and releasing his cock from my lips with a slight pop.
"You are such a dirty girl." He drawled breathlessly. "Such a good little slut, taking all of my seed into your pretty fucking mouth. My filthy fucking whore. I'm going to fuck you now, Hermione." He warned, before he pulled me by the hair onto the bed. Never releasing his grip, he maneuvered me onto all fours, so I was kneeling on his bed. I dropped my arms, so my chest was pressed against the bed, arse high in the air. Drake pulled my hair, so I was looking up, and nodded at me to look straight ahead. I gasped as this was the first time I noticed a mirror hanging on the back of the door. I could see Drake kneeling behind me, spreading my legs open wider and wider. I took in my reflection, already looking thoroughly fucked, and trembled with excitement.
"You're going to watch me fuck you. Never take your eyes off of me." I could feel his already hard dick rubbing against my entrance, and I couldn't help but look down in the mirror, as I could see where his cock was going to slip into me. Drake slapped my arse, hard, making me gasp and bring my attention back to his eyes in the mirror.
"I warned you." He said, and then slammed into me. Not giving me any time to adjust, he set the pace fast, and hard. Each time I swear to god he hit my cervix. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping together, the slick sounds of his cock going in and out of me. He had his free hand, gripping my hip so hard I knew I would have fingerprints.
"Fuck, Hermione. You feel so good. You're fucking perfect. Watch how you stretch to take my cock. Such a good fucking girl. I want to feel you cum on my dick, taking every last drop of me. I'm going to fill you, sweet girl, until you're bursting with my cum. Fuck Hermione. You take me so well. Feel me inside of you." His words were causing me to reach my peak. I felt the heat building in my lower stomach, the ache near unbearable.
"Oh fuck! Oh god! Please Drake. It feels so fucking good. More, please!" I begged. He took his free hand from my hip, sliding it down so he could circle my clit. After a few rough, hard, passes, I could feel myself tense, and my walls started clenching around him.
"That's a good girl. Fuck Hermione, watch as I fuck you through your orgasm. Look at those sweet tits bouncing with every thrust. You're so fucking beautiful." My orgasm rolled into another as Drake finally came inside of me.
"Oh, Drake!" "Fuck, Hermione!" We called together as we came. When his jerky movements came to an end, he rolled us over so that I was on my back with him hovering over me, his softening cock still inside me. I was staring into his eyes, basking in the aftereffects of my orgasm.
"Better than by yourself?" He asked, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh god, so much better. In fact, best I've ever had." I could see his face light up, even behind his stupid mask. What I wouldn't give to kiss him right now. He must have been able to tell something was on my mind.
"What? What's wrong Hermione?" He asked, as my hands traced the abundance of tattoos on his upper arms and chest. They were incredibly sexy.
"Nothing. I just wish I could kiss you right now, and see you without the mask."
"You know why I keep it on. Not to mention, you might not like what you see. Actually, I can almost guarantee you won't."
"That's ridiculous, Drake. I know I will. It's not like I'm going to go spreading your kinks to the world. You're the best sex I've ever had, and quite frankly I'd like to continue having sex with you. So, I'd really rather not have anyone know about how bloody good you are."
"Hermione, you have to be sure. Knowing who I am changes what we've just done. There's no going back."
"I know. I understand. Let me see you, please." Holding my breath, I watch as he uses one hand to grab the top of the mask, pulling it off of his face. I was distracted by the striking blonde hair he shook loose before he looked up and directly into my eyes. I gasped.
"Malfoy?"
"Granger."
I didn't know what to say. I went through a whole range of emotions, going from embarrassed, to furious, to hurt, which is where I settled.
"Did you do this on purpose? Just to get back at me for everything? To get back at Ron? You can brag that you got to fuck Granger, and that you were the best I've ever had." I felt mortified as the words left my mouth. Oh god, I said that about Draco fucking Malfoy. He tensed, and I watched his silver eyes turn stormy.
"Absolutely fucking not, Granger. This is why I didn't want to show you who I was. I wanted to be able to do something for you, give you something back for every kindness you've ever shown me, especially when I didn't deserve it. I wanted to worship you, Hermione, because it's what you deserve. I knew you would never let me if you knew who I was. I'm sorry if you feel betrayed, but I never meant it that way. This really was all about you, and you reaching pleasure. Nothing I can ever do or say will make up for everything in the past, but this was one thing I could do. I'm sorry." He looked truly dejected and hopeless. I took a deep breath, and processed what he said. As hard as it was to believe, I really did believe him. Since day one he has been sweet and understanding, not to mention disgustingly hot. He said the entire time all I had to do was say the word and he would stop, no hard feelings. That's not really the kind of actions a guy who was trying to fuck you over would do. I felt him start to pull away, and I grabbed his arm. The one with the dark mark I just now noticed.
"You didn't hide it."
"No. If you saw it, I would have explained it to you. I wasn't really trying to hide anything."
"Do you really mean what you've said? This entire time."
"Every fucking word."
I took another deep steadying breath, and looked into his eyes, "Then I want you to fuck me, Draco Malfoy. With no mask. I want you to consume me, dominate and devour me, so I keep coming back again, and again, and again." I used his own words, which he recognized. A sexy smirk graced his face and I trembled when he said, "You filthy slut. I'm going to tie you up and have my way with you. We've got a whole closet full of toys to work through. Every time you cum, I want you to be a good girl and scream my name. Draco. Fucking. Malfoy."