Hermione smirked at Draco as she took off her trousers, kicking them to the corner in his general vicinity. He had attempted to look bored, but she saw the glint in his eyes, the way his eyes darkened as he drank her in.

Being naked before men was never a vulnerability to her. In fact, she found power in her body, knowing they craved her but were not permitted to touch her. Yet.

The man strapped to the bed she conjured in her office had welts on his chest. He liked to be hit there, he was meatier than most. He was another foot soldier, one who wanted to be hurt by her. They all agreed to be obliviated later, just for the chance to fuck her; or anything near it.

And even though Draco Malfoy knelt there ready to be used, she needed him to understand that she would use him whenever and however she liked. She loved the sight of him, torn white shirt exposing his heaving chest, his tight mouth where he tried to even his breathing, the very obvious strain in his pants that she enjoyed being the cause of.

Draco yawned. Hermione wanted to discipline him but refrained. He didn't deserve to be touched, not yet. But she ached for it, to feel the sting of his skin against her palm. She flicked her wand at him and his trousers tore down the front, his cock springing forward and glistening in the low light of the room. He twitched at the sudden contact and release and his chest heaved silently.

The man on the bed lifted himself and exposed the flesh of his backside and Hermione, while looking into Draco's silver eyes, spanked the man. He grunted, but he was not allowed to make noise; so she had to turn away from Draco finally.

"You aren't to make a sound until I say you can." Hermione said with a low voice, unwavering and indisputable. The man nodded silently, his breath still too loud. She looked at his cock as it hung there, disappointed because she wouldn't reward him with her cunt. She chose who she slept with and he hadn't earned it. "You will come untouched." He nodded again.

Hermione bent forward a little and felt Draco's eyes on her slit, a shame now that being trouserless was not to her benefit anymore. Except for maybe his silver eyes.

She conjured the palette and spanked the man until he came, sobbing finally when he was granted permission. She cupped him to her chest after and stroked his hair, shushing into his ear as he came down. And then she obliviated him.

"What exactly were you trying to show me?" Draco drawled in the dark as the door shut, Hermione's men having just escorted the man out. "What a terrible dom you are?"

Fucking hell, he was infuriating. She stilled, levelling him with her stare. His cock was stiff and upright, precome glistening his head, trailing down his shaft, a delicate thread already connected to her carpet. She was disappointed but not surprised that he hadn't come. She wanted his humiliation to be that he had no self control. She imagined if he could touch himself, he might have made a mess, but then, she thought he would also not touch himself to not come, just to piss her off. He was a fucking brat. One who didn't earn their punishment just yet. She was enjoying his torture entirely too much.

"He was a poor subject." Hermione admitted. She felt the cool air on her wet inner thighs and fought a shiver as she approached him. His breath hit her slit and she closed her eyes and smiled. "I'll be sure to find someone more suitable to get you off next time, Malfoy." Hermione grinned and looked down at him. His eyes were trained on her, and dared not look at her pussy at his eye level. She admired his self control, truly.

She already knew who would be coming for their monthly fix soon. She didn't always fuck him, but he would like this sort of thing if only for the pleasure of being watched by someone he vaguely knew. She felt her face light up in anticipation at the thought of it.

"Granger." Draco sounded tired, and his breath against her sent a shiver up her spine. His eyes finally met her mound before him and he looked for a second too long before his eyes met her again. He swallowed thickly. "I've already laundered most of the-" His voice had dropped satisfyingly low. Hermione conjured a slouchy armchair and sat, he fell silent when she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Most is not all," Hermione crossed her legs and the movement caused his eyes to drop to her thighs. "You have a week."

"I can't just-" Draco started. Hermione unfolded her legs and parted her knees, sliding forward as she placed her hand on her stomach, trailing it slowly downward. His eyes followed the movement and Hermione eyed the bob of his cock as he twitched at the sight of her.

"You're doing so well, Silver Eyes." Hermione hooked a knee onto an armrest, her other hand dipped over her slit. It would not be satisfying, her hand; but she was going to enjoy this nevertheless. She clenched her jaw to suffocate her moan as two fingers sank in, sliding effortlessly into herself because she was so wet, it hurt.

As she imagined, in fact, hoped , that his cock was hurting from the length of time blood coursed through him. Precome beaded lazily on his head and slid down. She followed the movement with her eyes, head unmoving and met Draco's silver ringed, black eyes, drunk at the sight of her despite the stubborn way he held his shoulders. Fighting to keep himself together.

She kept her eyes on his as she curled her fingers upward and rocked her hips, pressing her finger to her clit and circling gently. "I didn't get to enjoy myself, Draco. I'm very hard to keep happy, as you can see." His eyes flickered from her working fingers to her eyes, back and forth unsure where to look.

She wanted to sit in his lap, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure of being touched. She will, but not now. Not yet. She imagined his cock inside her as his eyes swallowed her expression, her mouth opening a silent gasp. Her toes curled and her fingers sped into a faster rhythm against her clit.

She could smell him. His distinct sex, musky and sweet and calling to her. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, pressing her tongue against the tiny dimple that gave her milky white come whenever she craved it. His scent mingled with hers and she imagined what they could be together. His breathing was ragged now, his eyes fixed on where her hands worked. She grinned at him and focused on her fingers, the points of contact, the pleasure building inside her.

And before she could come, heat spurted onto her calf, some landing with a muffled splatter as it hit the carpet. His breath was ragged and fast, his eyes widened in panic as she studied him. He would be holding his breath and unmoving if he could help it out of sheer fear. And then she fell apart, his pleading eyes, his untouched cock bobbing as strings of come leaked down his shaft, the come on her calf leaving a cool trace as it dripped down her skin.

Her hips bucked and she kept her fingers moving, unwilling to stop the orgasm abruptly, but choosing to overstimulate and ride it until it tapered off and she was mindless from pleasure. At this point, she would want a cock in her, and his looked so inviting. But she still wanted him to earn it, and she didn't know what he had to do to fulfil that just yet. She was also very good at self control.

Pleasure sent ripples through her in steady lapping waves, until they were just tremors. She looked at him, both of them dazed and drunk. "Get the rest clean." Hermione inhaled to steady her voice then sat up, folding her legs now that the show was over. She took some of the come off her calf and brought it to her mouth, sucking it off like icing and mentally noting the bitterness and sharpness. "And maybe, I'll let you brat properly."

"Permission to speak." Draco made no effort to steady his breathing, and his cock was still at painful attention. She was curious about what he wanted to say, so she nodded after contemplating for a moment. "I think you're the brat, Granger."

The sentence rang into the empty room and reverberated off the walls.

"Careful, Malfoy." Hermione stood, banished the armchair, summoned her trousers. "You don't want to press too hard."

"As a matter of fact, Granger. I don't think anyone has ever pressed hard enough, or the right buttons." Hermione looked at him, studying him as his gaze remained steady on her even if his breathing was shaky. He looked… excited . Adrenaline pulsed through her at the way he looked at her.

"I'll see you in a week, Malfoy." Hermione flicked her wand and the door opened. He slumped forward as his wrists were freed and he got to his feet. He winced as his knees straightened and he massaged his wrists. He didn't tuck away his finally softening cock immediately and Hermione found herself wondering about him. What his words meant.

She mended his clothing before he could find his wand to do the same. He shot her a curious look. "I'll have it done."

"I know you will." Hermione settled herself behind her desk, and Draco left without a glance over his shoulder.