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.: Ch. 9 :. .:"ALL WASHED UP":.

Hermione watched Draco sleep as she lovingly stroked blonde hairs off his face. "He's really cute when he's not insulting me…or others." Hermione thought to herself. Just as she was leaning in to kiss his inviting lips, Hermione felt a hand grab her face. She looked down at Draco to see him staring intensely at her with his now silver eyes, cupping her face in his palm.

"Morning, Mudblood." He said staring up at her with his usual hateful sneer.

Hermione didn't know whether to be insulted or…well…turned on. Usually, she'd want to kill him, but ever since last night, ohhhhh, last night, just thinking about it got her all hot and bothered, she seemed to forget all his indiscretions. Hermione smirked, grabbed Draco's hands and pinned them to the pillow, laughing at the surprised look on his face, seconds before she handcuffed each hand to the bed with pairs she kept under the bed. Hey, she was allowed to be a little on the kinky side. Bondage had always been a fantasy of hers, and now she had a victim.

Draco was fucking loving this new side of Hermione he had never seen before. Holy hell, it was getting him so hot. He was scared that with him being tied down, if 'Mione turned him on much more; they wouldn't be able to hold him down. Draco was getting so hard that his shaft began to hurt. Damn, no girl had EVER done this to him. The handcuffs were a little tight, causing his wrists to hurt, but he didn't notice that much. He was too focused on the ecstasy he was severely anticipating.

Hermione observed her prey and ran her fingernails lightly up and down Draco's arms, causing chills to go up and down his spine. Hermione continued this motion as she straddled Draco. She was in control…she figured Draco deserved a nice, huge dose of pleasurable suffering. Hermione cupped Draco's cheek in her hand and swung his face to the side, so that he was looking away from her.

"Say my name, Malfoy." Hermione whispered into his ear.

He looked up at her mischievously. "Mudblood."

All of a sudden, Draco noticed Hermione reaching for a candle on her end-table. She lit the candle, and held it over his chest, letting the tallow hit his chest.

"Let's try that again, shall we?" Hermione purred.

Draco couldn't believe the pain and pleasure he was receiving from the touch of the tallow. The heat of the melted wax burned, yet aroused him at the same time.

"M…m…mudblood." Draco muttered.

With that, Hermione poured several more drops on his chest. She knew he was enjoying it, but so was she.

"Let's try this one more time before I decide to write my name on your chest." Hermione cooed.

This statement brought chills to run up and down Draco's spine. He wasn't quite sure whether it aroused or frightened him. Maybe both.

Hermione could see the anticipation mixed with fear on Draco's face. She decided she'd go easy on him this time. But he owed her. With that, she put the candle out and laid it on her table. She then pulled a feather out of her pillow and ran it up and down Draco's body. Every time the feather touched his lips, so did Hermione's.

She then said to him while caressing his chest, "You're all dirty now. We need to get you cleaned up."

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