AN: Dear Readers,

I've gotten a comment last week that made me believe I need to clarify and address a few things:

Hermione and Draco are young and very unexperienced in this fic. While she has zero experience with BDSM, he has some but not that much - I can't make them know everything. Think about how you were at the age of 20/21 & how much you knew.

That said, I want to remind everyone that this is not a guide how to practice BDSM. While I try to be accurate & promote safe, sane & consensual sex, I am not speaking from 30 years of experience like some of the older readers might.

Yes, I have experience and discuss everything with two friends who have it as well, but mistakes happen to the best of us and sometimes your experience was dangerous and you didn't notice it because you didn't know better.

If there is something completely wrong or dangerous, please bring it to my attention in a polite and civilized manner so I can change it.

If there is any need for more information and exchange (for both you readers and me), I have considered making a tumblr where you can approach me with your questions and ideas & we can talk. If that is the case, let me know (either in the comments or using a private message on wattpad or ffnet - I have the same username everywhere)

Thank you for your understanding. I hope you enjoy this week's chapter & I am looking forward to read your oppinions. Your support is everything.

Yours,

Lucretia

Persephone: Sorry that I didn't reply yesterday. I was busy. How are you?

Draco smiled at his phone. Persephone seemed to be either a really innocent or a really nice person, or both. He couldn't count the times he hadn't replied to somebody for days and didn't apologize. But then again, he was an arse and some people simply didn't deserve fast answers.

THEPrinceCharming: Don't worry about it. I am fine, thank you. You?

He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes again.

The lectures didn't start until much later, allowing him some time to just relax. He thanked the universe for making him a quick learner so he didn't have to start studying for the exams yet. He never failed to memorize everything and Granger only bested him because she somehow always managed to get an extra point here or there, getting more than perfect scores every damn time. It was ridiculous.

Draco opened his eyes and sat up. Thinking about Granger had ruined his good mood. He stood up and stretched before getting his clothes out of the closet. He wanted to take a shower and get dressed, but Draco stopped in his tracks as soon as he walked out of his room.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, glaring at Blaise, who was balancing on a chair in the middle of the room.

"Yoga."

Draco turned around without another word and let the door fall shut after him. It was way too early for Blaise's antics.

He picked up his phone again, unsure what else to do.

Persephone: I am fine, too. Thank you. I am enjoying the sunny weather.

Draco glanced out of the window, noting that she was right. It was indeed a nice day.

THEPrinceCharming: At least you know what to do with yourself. I am in a weird mood today.

Persephone: Why? Is something wrong?

Draco snorted. Was something wrong? More like was something ever right? But she couldn't know that and he couldn't tell her that. Not yet.

THEPrinceCharming: Not really. I am just prone to mood swings because my brain obviously hates me.

Persephone: I am sorry to hear that. Is there something I can do to help you?

Draco stared at his phone. Why was she so freaking nice? Sure, he was trying to be decent but being polite went only so far.

THEPrinceCharming: Idk. Taking my minds off things helps. Is there anything you want to know/talk about? It doesn't have to be about sex.

Draco ran a hand over his face. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing or not by talking to Persephone. Blaise was probably right and he was weird and it was crazy to hope that a girl he met randomly might become a friend he wouldn't meet. Hell, she might even change her mind if they became too good friends and want to meet up with him. He would either have to block her or make sure that she forgot about that idea again. He couldn't tell yet if he would manage that without angering her.

In the worst case, he would be where he started if she insisted on wanting to meet him and he had to cut her of. It was better than nothing.

Draco unlocked his phone, which had vibrated in the meantime, deciding that talking to Persephone was fine for now.

Persephone: Actually, there was something kind of sex (or lifestyle?) related I wanted to ask you, if you don't mind.

THEPrinceCharming: Sure. Tbh I am willing to talk about anything right now. Sex, maths, cars, comics, even boring things like plants or something.

Persephone: You consider maths interesting? That's rare! I love maths!
Persephone: But back to my question: I've read that there are people who live the Dom/sub lifestyle 24/7. How does that work?

Draco smiled. She liked maths too. Was that enough of a basis for a friendship?

Instead of overanalyzing the little piece of information, Draco leaned back and scratched his chin. He really didn't know how to answer her question.

THEPrinceCharming: I know that there are people like that and honestly, I would like to know myself. It's just so much responsibility. I am barely capable of taking care of myself, not to mention somebody else.

THEPrinceCharming: But what I can tell you is that they have rules. It's normal and almost required for people in a BDSM, Ageplay or Petplay relationship, whatever really, no matter how casual, to sit down and talk about what they want.

THEPrinceCharming: I am sure you found some of the kink lists online where you mark what you have done or what you would like to try out or never try out

THEPrinceCharming: I believe with help of these and others they talk about what they want and make these rules

THEPrinceCharming: It's hard to explain because I don't have any experience in it and no interest. As I said, I doubt I would manage. In bed, very much. Outside, I doubt it. Except my partner would really, really want that

THEPrinceCharming: But tbh I doubt anybody would trust me THAT much

THEPrinceCharming: Sorry, I am ranting

Draco knew that he was acting like an idiot, but that was who he was. He was bad at explaining things, because he had never really done it. If people wanted to follow him, he allowed that, but they had to follow him without many questions. During school, he had had two cronies, two rather stupid boys called Crabbe and Goyle, who did what he told them. The one time they turned against him it had ended with Crabbe's death.

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He hated thinking back to his school days because of this. Sometimes he thought that it was the main reason he hated Granger – because she reminded him who he used to be and what had happened.

He turned his attention back to the phone.

Persephone: So you talk about those boundaries every time you want to have sex with somebody new?

Persephone: I mean, I get where that comes from. You have to trust your partner if you allow them to well, take control.

Persephone: I just imagine it can be really awkward. How does that work at clubs?

Draco frowned. Persephone was asking really interesting questions today and if he was honest with himself, he didn't have that much experience to be able to answer them perfectly. Hell, he was 20 and hadn't had many partners.

THEPrinceCharming: Yeah, you should talk about your boundaries with every partner for safety reasons. A good Dom plans a session in advance, so he needs to know what he can and can't do. As I've already said, safe and consensual are two of the most important things if you get into BDSM.

THEPrinceCharming: From what I gathered till now, most people meet their new partners on the internet or figure out somewhere along the way that they are into it too. I mean, BDSM parties are rare and you don't go into a regular club looking for a partner like that. You could have better chances at some goth parties or something, but idk. It's not my cup of tea.

THEPrinceCharming: I have to admit that I feel like a fool. I offered you to help you, but I can't really give you good answers.

Draco looked up from his phone when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in."

Blaise stick his head into the room. "Pans asked if we wanted to have lunch with her and some others."

"Yeah, sure. Haven't seen her in ages." Draco grabbed his clothes and stood up, finally going to the bathroom.

He felt better when he finally emerged from the bathroom. Showers could do wonders for the mood.

"Is Theo coming here or do we meet him there?"

Blaise looked up from his magazine. "He's coming here. Said he doesn't want to wait in the cold. You know how he is."
"I seriously doubt Pansy will be late."
Blaise laughed. "You know that he meant us, right?"
Draco scowled. "It has been one time." He walked back to his room to retrieve his phone and wallet, before going back and joining Blaise on the couch.

They didn't have to wait for Theo long and soon enough the three of them were on their way to the cafeteria. While they all were from rich families, they were fine eating amongst the other students as it was close, mostly tasty and rather comfortable.

"Finally." They haven't even reached the table when Pansy stood up, stunning as ever, and walked over to give each a quick hug.

Draco gave her a small smile and greeted the other people at the table. Daphne Greengrass, his ex-girlfriend's older sister, gave him a curt nod and turned away again, while he was greeted enthusiastically by Millicent Bulstrode and Goyle.

The other people at the table, some of Pansy's friends from her business school, didn't pay him and his friends much attention.

"So how have you lot been?" Pansy asked. "You never have time to meet up anymore."

"We have time to meet up. You don't," Blaise winked at her, earning himself a smack on the arm.

"I'll get myself something to eat." Draco stood up without another word, closely followed by Theo while Pansy and Blaise continued bickering.

They waited in line quietly, something for which Draco was grateful, as he was sure Theo had noticed his weird mood.

He took a plate with fish and chips and joined the others again. Goyle had somehow managed to piss of most of the women at the table in the meantime and Draco was forced to sit between him and Daphne. He rolled his eyes but obliged.

Theo sat down opposite him and they dug in.

"Don't you want something?" Pansy asked Blaise who was the only one without a plate at the table.

"I'll eat later."
Draco rose an eyebrow at that. They didn't exactly have much time till their next lecture.
"What about Land Law this afternoon?"

Blaise rolled his eyes at the question and leaned back. "What about it? It's boring."

Theo was about to protest, but Pansy was quicker.

"Nobody cares about Land Law, Nott. What I care about though, is why Zabini here is going to miss it. Any special reasons?"

"None of your business."

Draco glanced at Theo, who returned his look. It seemed they had come to the same conclusion that Blaise was meeting with a girl – a conclusion Pansy had drawn as well.

"Who is she? How did you meet? Is it only a fling?"

Blaise shrugged, but the smile on his lips betrayed they were right and he was meeting up with somebody.

"Are you dating?" Pansy pressed on and Blaise rolled his eyes in response.

"It's our first date. Happy now?"

Pansy didn't reply and bit into her cupcake with satisfaction.

Draco never understood why she had chosen business school over law as she would have been one of the best with her interrogation tactics and people manipulation.

"What about you, Draco?" she asked, confirming his thoughts. She was too good at finding people's weaknesses.

"Why do you never ask Theo about his love life?"

"Because he doesn't have one."

Pansy ignored Theo's protests and continued staring at Draco.

"I don't have anybody. Am not interested, to be honest."
"He has a crush on either Granger or a mysterious internet girl," Blaise supplied unhelpfully, earning himself an angry glare from Draco, who felt his cheeks heat up. Most people wouldn't see the blush, but Pansy, who had known him for most of his life, definitely would.

"I bet you met your girl that way too," Draco hissed in Blaise's direction and Pansy almost squeaked.

"So you admit you have a crush on that mysterious girl! But why did he suggest Granger?"

"A joke," Theo said when nobody else spoke up, Draco and Blaise engaging in a staring contest. "And he probably hasn't forgotten our bet yet from what is it? Seven years ago?"

Draco turned sharply to Theo. "What bet?"

He didn't get an answer.

Hermione was late to Land Law and couldn't believe it. She had to witness a car crash on her way and tell what she saw to the most incompetent officer she had ever met.

She had even helped him to write the important notes and if she hadn't, she would have spent the whole day giving her testimony.

And of course, the class had been moved to a smaller room due to some Medical conference, leaving almost no free seats, when she barged in.

Hermione bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing when she realized the closest free seat was next to Malfoy, with the other two being in the front row at the other side of the room.

At the professor's stern look, Hermione sat down next to Malfoy, not sparing him a single glance and unpacked quickly.

"So you decided to join us?" Malfoy put an arm on the back of her chair, earning himself an annoyed huff from the girl sitting behind Hermione as he knocked over her books, but he didn't pay her any attention. "What happened that our favourite know-it-all is late on this wonderful day?"

Hermione tried to ignore him, but Malfoy leaned closer, enjoying the fact that he was annoying her.

"Did your hair get stuck in the elevator? Had someone believed it is a weapon of mass destruction and called the police on you? You know you can tell me, Granger."
Hermione's elbow in his stomach caught him off guard and she smirked in satisfaction as he pulled back, rubbing the sore spot.

The whole lecture continued in that manner, Malfoy trying to annoy Hermione and she fighting back – be it with words or with her fists as she had learned long ago that it was sometimes the only language Malfoy understood.

About 20 minutes before the end, the professor couldn't take it anymore when Malfoy yelped loudly after she had kicked him into the shin.

"Granger, Malfoy," he glared at them, "out."

Hermione packed her things quickly, barely containing her tears and practically ran out of the room, not even registering the fact that the professor had known her name out of the mass of students even though she had never really spoken to him before.

Malfoy on the other hand, had tried to take his time but he hurried up at the glare he received and left only a step behind Hermione.

The door had barely shut before she turned on her heel with a look that could kill even as her lower lip quivered.

"I hate you! I really, really hate you Malfoy!" she shouted, poking her finger into his chest as he stared at her with wide eyes. "You are a self-absorbed arrogant prat who can't understand that some people need to work hard to even have a shot at having a good future as they can't simply inherit daddy's law firm! My parents aren't that poor, but I can't buy my title with money! And without school, I am worth nothing so stop ruining it for me! Haven't you tormented me enough?!"

With those words she stormed off, not waiting for his reaction. She didn't care what he thought about her outburst or if the whole school had heard it – it didn't matter.

Hermione just wanted to get home and hide under a pile of blankets, Construction Law later be damned.

But Hermione wasn't one to give up easily, especially if it meant to let Malfoy win. So instead of going home, Hermione sought out the nearest bathroom and washed her face with cold water to calm herself down and braided her curls into a loose braid, making herself look more normal again.

As there was still more than enough time before Construction Law, Hermione sat down on the floor in front of the classroom and pulled out her phone, reading the messages from the Prince. She hadn't managed to read them earlier because of the car crash.

Persephone: Your answers are helpful. Don't worry about it. I'm just not in the mood to talk about it right now.

A reply appeared on her screen not a second later.

THEPrinceCharming: Same. But what happened? You seemed to be in a good mood earlier?

Persephone: Don't want to talk about it. You?

THEPrinceCharming: Let's just say that I fucked up. I don't want to bore you with my many shortcomings.

Persephone: I doubt it would be boring.

THEPrinceCharming: But it would be pathetic. And I am pathetic enough in your imagination already with liking Math and all that.

Hermione couldn't suppress a smile at that.

Persephone: You aren't pathetic. And there is nothing wrong with Math.

THEPrinceCharming: You say that only because you are as nerdy as I am. And nerds aren't allowed to judge those things – according to my friends at least

Persephone: My friends think the same thing. "But Persephone, Algebra is so boring! How can you enjoy it?"

THEPrinceCharming: Haha. Same. Even though a friend is a nerd, he hates Maths even though he is good at it. Weirdo. What else do you enjoy?

Hermione bit her lip in contemplation. What else did she enjoy?

Persephone: Are you talking about former school subjects or general stuff?

THEPrinceCharming: both

Persephone: books! I love books, science and history, my friends, my cat… good food. Listing things is always so hard. I sound so boring

Persephone: How about you?

THEPrinceCharming: You aren't boring. Most of those are same for me – except that I don't have a cat. My annoying flatmate is the closest thing to a pet I'll probably ever have

THEPrinceCharming: But I like football and kick-boxing too and motorbikes. And I love to draw – even though most people don't know that about me

Hermione didn't get to respond as steps echoed through the corridor. When she saw Malfoy approach, she put her phone away quickly and looked anywhere but at him, even though he moved to stand on the other side of the corridor, opposite her.

He didn't speak up the whole time they waited, only checking his phone occasionally, but took a seat next to Hermione when the door finally opened and the previous course left.

Instead of addressing it, Hermione took her things and moved to sit in the front row. Malfoy followed her.

As soon as he sat down, she took her things again and moved. He followed again.

After the fourth move and everybody else looking at them as if they were crazy, Hermione lost her patience.

"What is wrong with you?!" she half-shouted, gaining the attention of even the last person in the room. "Just leave me alone!"

Malfoy stared at her for a long moment before taking his things and walking to the back, where a very unimpressed Theodore Nott had been watching the whole spectacle.

Hermione huffed in irritation, taking her things to sit back in the front row – as far away from Malfoy as she could.

"What's wrong?" Jenny asked as soon as she sat down next to Hermione, but didn't get an answer from her, as she was staring stubbornly at the wall in front of her.

After a brief talk with one of their classmates, Jenny gently placed a hand on Hermione's arm.

"Are you alright?"
Hermione nodded courtly, still counting in her head in order to not scream. Malfoy was overdoing it today and she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction to snap – at least not more than she already had.

She was just grateful that the Prince had somewhat managed to calm her down between classes as she would have Malfoy's blood on her hands otherwise by now.

By the end of the class, Hermione had pulled herself together enough to answer Jenny's questions and had even asked the lecturer something.

On the way out, she didn't spare Malfoy a single glance and quickly excused herself from Jenny, so she could go home as she was simply exhausted.

Hermione fell onto her bed, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep so the dreadful day would end, but it was too early for her body to do what she wanted, so Hermione pulled out her phone.

She hadn't answered him yet and hoped, that he would manage to take her mind off things again.

Persephone: What do you draw?

To Hermione's disappointment he answer didn't come as fast as it usually did. She closed her eyes in resignation, not sure what to do now. She needed a release-

Hermione put her phone away hastily before closing her eyes again as her hand slid downwards and into her knickers, as her imagination worked with all the things she had read and seen in the past two days.

Hermione was on her knees on the floor, her eyes bound, and her upper body covered in ropes hindering any movement.

A swish echoed through the air and she felt stinging pain on her back. One hit was followed by another and another until it stopped suddenly.

Her head was pushed downwards by a hand on her neck and Hermione pushed up her naked arse, displaying herself for the man, who roughly pushed two fingers into her already dripping cunt and started pumping and she moaned when his fingers hit her sweet spot.

She was on the verge of an orgasm when he stopped, telling her to stay like that, her legs spread.

A vibrator was pushed into her on the highest setting, but she knew better than to come without being allowed.

He lifted her head from the floor and Hermione opened her mouth obediently, allowing him to fuck her mouth while the toy vibrated in her, driving her crazy and she whined in frustration.

The man pulled his cock out immediately and slapped her hard, before pushing her head down.

He walked around her, and Hermione heard a clicking nose before a very cold finger touched her arse, the vibrator still inside of her.

One finger was followed by a second soon after and Hermione bit her lip in an attempt to hold out, but couldn't take it anymore when the stranger pushed his cock into her arse, filling her completely.

She came with a muffled moan, not stopping to rub her clit as she imagined him fucking her roughly as she came again.

Hermione sighed in content, ignoring the fact that her fantasy man's hair was a very distinct shade of blond - just as she had for months now.