Lady Malfoy prefers a more direct approach.

Devil's Adored

After dinner and a heavenly dessert, Harry is escorted out, and Hermione doesn't even make it out of her chair to follow before she's stopped by Lady Malfoy.

"Now, now," Lady Malfoy soothed, unbothered by the other witch's glare, "this will not take long, I assure you."

Back in her seat, Hermione waited.

"Now, let us begin. Violet."

And House-elf popped in, handed her a parchment and ink pen then popped out, though not before waving a Hermione; who waved back.

"In my hands is a contract, read it over, and should you agree with its contents. I shall sign and bind myself to it."

The parchment was handed to her, Hermione read it over, brows raising as she went.

"...You," she said after a moment, "will actually agree to this?"

Lady Malfoy nodded, "Yes."

Biting her bottom lip, Hermione went back to the contract that promised not only protection to her, but to Harry as well. Certainly, it was too good to be true, however, neither she nor Harry had been harmed; in fact, dare she say it, Harry looked better.

She went over it three more times, ensuring that there was no trick wording.

Lady Malfoy waited patiently.

Finally, finally, and hoping that she was not about to make the biggest mistake of her life. She gave the parchment back.

"The contract is good."

Smiling, Lady Malfoy signed.

Hermione shivered at the strong magic that pour from the parchment.

"Now," The older woman stood up after Violet came back and took everything. "One last thing."

Hermione's chair was pulled out, and her near popping out her skull when freakin Malfoy kneeled down before her!

"Hermione Granger, I ask you to be mine."

Hermione blinked, then blinked again, face turning red when it finally clicked.

"Aren't…..Aren't you married?!"

"Only on paper."

"Same thing!"

Malfoy laughed, then she kissed her.

Soft lips pressed gently against her own.

And when she pulled, Hermione was sure her face was bright red.

Narcissa licked her lips, tongue dragging as though savoring the taste, eyes dark, promising, and had Hermione shivering from something other than fear.

"Think about it." The other witch said as she stood. "Whatever your answer will be, I will respect it. Also, call me Narcissa."

~.~.~.~

Hermione thought about it.

Thought about it a lot.

Thought about the other witch. How tall, and gorgeous she was. And while there was indeed a delicateness to her, there was also this power. And regardless of how you thought about how it was gained. She had money and status.

Narcissa Malfoy was something to admire, and desire.

And wanted her.

Plain Hermione Granger.

Nagging and a know-it-all Hermione Granger if anyone asked.

Who only had two friends and only went on one date that ended poorly.

Nothing about her could possibly draw the eye of someone like Narcissa Malfoy.

"It's a trick. Got to be."

The thought hurt a little.

~.~.~.~.~

"You think it a trick?"

Hermione nodded.

They were in the woman's room three days later, Hermione requesting an audience and Narcissa responded with an invite to tea. It had been comfortable enough, enjoyable even, so much so that Hermione had almost loathed blurting out her answer. But she did all the same, and the other witch had gone quiet.

Lady Narcissa finally hummed before placing her drink down, the other witch squirming, heart hammering. The woman wiped off her mouth with her napkin before looking at her, blue eyes disturbingly blank and yet Hermione felt that the other was a little angry.

"Very well, off with your underwear."

".….What?"

"I am going to eat you out."

".…What?!"

"You pussy, I'm going to eat it out. Now, underwear, off."

".…..What?!"

~.~.~.~

And that's how Hermione found herself sprawled on a large comfort, bed, skirt pulled up, knickers discarded somewhere, fingers gripping sheets, her legs spread open to accommodate the warm body between them. Hermione's cheeks were flushed, mouth parted as she let out soft moans and small pleas. Eyes bright, full of tears, and clouded by lust, body shivering from head to toe in pleasure.

"L-Lady Malfoy!" Hermione grabbed a fistful of the hair between her legs, weakly trying to pull away from the woman who didn't budge.

Unbothered, Narcissa lifted her head, a devilish grin on her wet lips. Delicate-looking, yet strong arms kept the witch's legs open.

"Feeling good, Princess ?" Narcissa kissed soft thigh, teeth scraping sensitive skin which resulted in another moan.

"Please… it's too much!" Hermione sobbed loudly, legs closing, but the women kept them open easily.

Hermione whined, hips twitching, juices running down her pussy lips, soaking the sheets with big, wet spots.

The other witch back down, licking at her clit, Hermione's fingers dug into long soft hair. "S-So good!"She panted loudly, tears striking down her cheeks. "Wanna cum."

Narcissa watched quietly, teasing with the tip of her tongue.

"L-Lady Malfoy!"

She pulled away, "That's not my name Princess."

And went back to teasing.

Hermione whined.

Narcissa hummed amused before licking wet folds, dragging her tongue. Hermione whimpered, pushing her hips to get more, desperate to reach her peak after being pushed to the edge for so long.

Narcissa doesn't let up, content to tease and tease until Hermione finally sobbed her name.

"Good girl" was purred.

Tongue pushed against her clit, rubbing it in circles before it was taken between lips and sucked.

Oh, oh!" It only took a few sucks to make Hermione cum, her head thrown back and shaking.

Narcissa kept going until Hermione's tremors had stopped before she pulled back when Hermione's shivering stopped, her chin covered in juices as she lazily licked her lips. The younger witch laid boneless, her eyes dazed by the force of her orgasm.

"Now, do you believe me?"