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Hermione was seated on the marble kitchen counter, her legs crossed, sipping on the martini Draco had made her. She vividly recalled the last time she'd visited his flat, three years ago, and she thought about how much her feelings had changed since then. How broken she'd been after the war, and how much she'd enjoyed being fucked on every surface of his flat.
Draco stood with his back towards her on the other side of the kitchen, chopping away, preparing their late night dinner. Hermione had worked until 8 p.m., being the last one to leave the office. She still had to be back at work the next morning, she was in the final stages of her reform, and a date was soon to be set for her to speak of it in front of the the Wizengamot, the main legislative body of the Ministry. If they'd pass her reform it would speak loudly to the wizarding community that the Minsitry was taking a clear stance against old prejudices and out-dated legislation. It would also probably earn her a promotion, as the head of the Department of Law Enforcement. From that position she could see herself becoming the next Minister of Magic within a few years if she kept up her good work.
She watched as Draco's shoulders moved as he chopped, and briefly wondered if this thing between them would be a distraction, it had already proven to be so this morning. They still had a lot to discuss, but at least now she knew they both wanted to be more to each other.
"Does today mean we're official? In a relationship?" Hermione asked, swirling the olives around in the martini glass.
Draco turned around and her breath caught in her throat. He looked good even when he was dressed in more casual attire, he was still wearing his blue trousers from earlier, but his white oxford and blue jacket had been replaced with a black polo jumper. Hermione hadn't had time to change her outfit, but she'd abandoned her blazer, and was in her white silk blouse and her grey wool pencil skirt.
He put his hand on the back of his neck, in a way Hermione had come to recognize he did when he was uncomfortable.
"I suppose one might say we are," he said coyly and Hermione detected the smallest tint of pink on his cheeks. She found it adorable.
She hummed in reply while Draco sauntered over to her. His kitchen was big, modern; it looked like it had been taken from a Danish interior magazine. She wondered how she'd never noticed it all of those times she'd spent time in his flat. A man with such a well-equipped kitchen must love to cook.
Draco put his hands on her thighs and spread her legs so he could stand between them. Even though she was seated high on the counter top he was still about a head taller than her.
"Good to have that established," she answered, not able to hinder her huge smile, "whatever will people think …"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Let them think what they want, I don't care," he said confidently and caressed her thighs through the fabric of her skirt. Her body reacted instantly, but she stayed still, and placed her martini glass next to her.
"But your parents-" it just sort of slipped out.
"Will just have to live with it," He tightened the grip on her thighs. She could see a hint of apprehension in his eyes.
"They will never accept you being with me."
"I don't care Hermione," he said firmly, "I think mother might be okay with it, but both you and I know my father never will." He exhaled. We are both adults and my parents have no say in whom I chose to spend my time with."
She listened intently as he spoke and rejoiced in the way he used her first name, recognising she still wasn't used to him calling her by it, he did it a lot between the sheets, but it was rare outside of the bedroom.
Would his mother really be okay with it?
"But I'm going to sully your entire family blood line," she said stubbornly. It was too soon to discuss things like children, but Hermione was a planner, and if she was going to invest her time into a relationship, she needed to know that down the line they saw the same thing. A family. She had none at the moment and she knew she wanted children, someday.
Draco moved his hands to her waist, pulling her body closer to the edge of the counter. He looked at her, confused. An image of Astoria flashed before his eyes and he interpreted Hermione's words with caution.
"You're not preg-" He was interrupted before he could finish the sentence that had his entire body tense.
"No!" she exclaimed quickly and there was something in his eyes she couldn't quite make out, she could feel his body going rigid. Would he think it to be awful if she had been?
Draco exhaled. Not sure if he could take another woman telling him such a thing.
"I'm not sure what you mean, but if we were to have children one day, that would mean the Malfoy bloodline wouldn't be pure, then so be it," he said and the compassion in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.
"It wouldn't bother you?" she was curious to know, wanting to make absolute sure. Regretting her question when she saw his eyes darken. Evidently offended for reasons Hermione couldn't fathom. To her the question had to be asked.
He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at her sternly.
"How can you even think that?" he scoffed. He felt his pulse increase as anger erupted, first she thought him to be a cheater, and now this. Draco shook is head in disbelief. "Is that how you see me?" He pursed his lips together and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I- No. You have to understand why I'm pointing out the obvious. Your family has prided themselves on their blood purity for centuries, you're part of the Sacred Twenty Eight, and-"
"Just stop," Draco was growing more impatient and offended by the second. He closed his eyes as if he was in pain and Hermione couldn't resist reaching out her hand and caressing his cheek.
"These are the conversations we have to have, I need to know you see what I see down the line, or else we'll just be wasting our time."
Draco took a step back and Hermione's hand fell limp onto her lap. He felt too many emotions, her hits just kept on coming.
"Wasting our time?" He huffed narrowing his eyes. Hermione retreated at the harsh tone of his voice. She felt a sense of hopelessness; this really wasn't how she'd expected him to react and she seemed to be unknowingly hitting some sore nerve with any words she used. All she wanted was to make sure how he truly felt about her being a muggle-born, she needed to know if she was to hope for any kind of future with him.
"You're making this into an argument. I just- we need to have difficult discussions Draco, we can't just keep avoiding the elephant in the room if we are going to be serious about each other." She spoke as calmly as she could, but even she had started to feel anger coursing through her body. He wasn't being fair.
"I just don't take well to you asking questions you already should know the answer to." His eyes were staring daggers into hers.
"I want to make sure!" she exclaimed a little too loudly, gesturing with her hands indignantly. "If we're doing this. I want to be sure we're really doing this, that you're in it just the same as me, because if not," she shook her head, "then I can't. It would hurt too much," she said honestly and let her hands fall on her lap in resignation. This was not how she wanted tonight to go.
"Fuck, Hermione, I have already told you I'm in this, and you told me you were too, remember?"
"No, the damn howler told me, you did not," she said and realised she sounded like a stubborn child.
"Since I wrote the damn letter that was placed in that howler, I did tell you," Draco said, being just as stubborn as she was.
"This," she said, pointing at herself than him, "isn't going to be easy is it?"
Draco exhaled and uncrossed his arms. "I don't care about your blood status or anyone else's, if we ever were to have children they'd be nothing but extraordinary wizards or witches. Let's put this discussion to rest once and for all because I really don't want to have it again. I like you for you, your blood has nothing to do with it," he said and he felt her small hand gripping his wrist, trying to pull him closer. He obeyed and closed the gap between them.
"They'd be extraordinary huh?" she cooed, trying to diffuse the thick fog of tension between them. His lips turned into a faint smile.
"Damn right."
She placed a feather light kiss on his lips and put her arms around his waist. Thinking she sure had chosen a dramatic man.
Draco immediately felt his body relax when Hermione's supple lips touched his. "Just so I make myself perfectly clear, I consider you mine now Hermione." The possessiveness in his tone and the kiss that followed had Hermione's body melting. She wanted very much to be his, come what may with it.
Hermione was more than surprised by the dinner that she'd just consumed; she'd practically been praising his cooking skills from the first bite of the beef bourguignon to the last. Draco looked very pleased with himself.
"Glad you liked it," he lolled. He was sure she would, he was very confident in his cooking abilities. He combined both muggle and wizarding techniques, not considering it cheating to use a little magic.
They retired to his living room after dinner for tea and Draco was looking at her like she was his prey when she accidentally brushed his cock with her arm reaching for her teacup. It made her recall the many times he'd fucked her into the cushions of this very sofa, and the time he'd fucked her against the panoramic windows of this very room, whispering how he wanted everyone to see what a whore she was for him, her cunt clenched by the mere images playing out in her head.
"What is going on in that mind of yours love?" he asked devilishly when he saw her shift in her seat.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she teased doing her best impression of innocence. Draco chuckled and she scooted closer to him, taking his hand into hers, admiring his lean fingers.
"I do." He leaned back against the sofa placing his foot on the opposite leg, not letting go of her hand. "You know I'm fairly skilled at legilimency." It sounded like bragging but that wasn't his intention.
Hermione nodded and caressed his knuckles. Her touch felt like electricity shooting through him and he wondered if it would always feel like this when she touched him.
Legilimency, the ability to navigate through the layers of another's mind, Draco was exceptional at it, along with being a skilled occlumens, the act of closing ones mind against legilimency. A skill he had mastered thoroughly during his sixth year at Hogwarts out of pure necessity.
"With your permission, I could use legilimency on you, it would allow for you to share all your deepest desires, so I can fulfil them."
She bit her bottom lip and her eyes glued to their joined hands. Contemplating if it was something she wanted. What if he would be put off by it? What if she scared him off with what she truly desired? With legilimency she wouldn't have to actually say the words that would have her somewhat mortified, he'd just, see it. All of it. Even the desires she may not be aware of herself.
Draco noticed how the cogs spun behind her eyes. It was a lot to ask of her, and he knew occlumency was not her thing, so she really would have to place her trust entirely on him not to probe around in her mind for anything else.
"Think about it and get back to me," he said and stroked her hand with his thumb. "I just want to make sure I'm fulfilling your needs to perfection." Hermione bite her lip again in the most alluring way. He felt her squeeze his hand and she nodded slightly while blushing. It intrigued him, and made him impatient at the same time. He wanted badly to know what thoughts had her cheeks turn such a delicate shade of pink.
She finished her tea and leaned on his shoulder. It was strange how natural it felt, like they had been this close for years.
"Are you tired?"
Reading between the lines, she knew what he really was asking. Her response was a light tug on his earlobe with her teeth and a low purr into his ear. Draco felt his cock twitch; the sound almost had him pin her down on the sofa, forgetting he had more elaborate plans for the night. He'd been thinking about it all day since he'd left her office this morning. She had him feeling like a horny teenage boy instead of the grown man he was.
He cupped her chin and his eyes penetrated into her very soul.
"Would you mind getting undressed and wait for me in the bedroom?" he continued and quirked an eyebrow. "I have lost time to make up for." She was finally his and he was adamant to make her say it over and over again.
"Can't say I do," she replied and leaned forward to bite seductively on his bottom lip. Draco groaned and felt his neither regions springing to life.
He waited for her to get undressed, finishing his tea, before following her into the bedroom.
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Draco's bedroom looked exactly like it had three years ago. The soft green tones covering the walls had a soothing effect on her, like being surrounded by trees in the forest. The colour reminded her of their date in the Scottish highlands and she smiled. Two oak wooden bedside tables with lavender scented candles stood on each side of the king-sized bed. She drew her fingertips over the soft white covers, tracing the hem of the green bedspread flung across the foot of the bed, the colour matching the walls perfectly. The pillows on the bed reminded her of the big ones you'd find in luxury hotels. There wasn't much furniture except for a plush chair in the corner of the room, and a chest of drawers matching the oak wooden bedside tables with gold handles. The door that led to his walk in closet was closed. She'd never been in there herself.
Hermione undressed quickly, debating if she should take off her underwear or not. She decided she should, he hadn't specified, but they weren't a matching set, she hadn't exactly prepared for Draco to show up at her office when she was dressing this morning. She still had a hard time grasping what had transpired this very morning, and she pondered briefly what had made him send the howler in the first place. She made a mental note to ask later.
She was stressing about if she should slide herself under the covers, stay on top of the sheets, sit or lie down. She was in the midst of changing her position yet again when Draco walked, with a kind of grace she had come to envy. The look in his eyes was hungry, and she was astonished by how easily he could shift from being the man cooking her dinner, to the man standing before her, looking like he wanted to devour her body.
Draco was very pleased to see that she'd chosen to remove every piece of fabric on her body. To say he had missed assaulting her with his eyes in her naked form would be an understatement. He could see her entire body flushing pink when he eyed her. Finding a great joy in watching her squirm at his mere gaze. He walked closer to her, treading slowly.
He ran his fingers down her arms, making her skin prickle with his light touch.
"You look amazing," he said and he could see from the look in her eyes she loved to hear him admire her. He traced his fingers along her collarbone, her breath hitched. Draco tried hard to memorize her every reaction for future reference. Why? Because this wonderful woman was his.
"Now, tell me, to whom does this body belong?"
Hermione knew what answer he was looking for, and spoke without hesitation. "You."
Draco hummed, and ran his fingers underneath her breasts, her nipples hardened to pebbles before he even touched them.
"And your breasts?" he asked, as he licked her left nipple, then her right. She gasped.
"All yours," she whispered, waiting patiently for him to continue his tour on her body. But instead of moving further down to where she most ached for his touch, his fingers traced the curve of her lips. She parted them, and he slid his index finger into her mouth.
"Your mouth?"
Hermione struggled to answer; it was proven difficult by his finger penetrating her lips.
"What's that?" he continued and withdrew his finger, now soaked in her saliva.
"Definitely yours."
"That's right," Draco murmured close to her ear. "Now, place that beautiful body of yours on the bed, I want you on your stomach with your arse in the air, we both now how much I like that view." Hermione obeyed instantly and Draco grinned satisfyingly.
"Tell me dear, to whom does this cunt belong?" He ran one finger between her already slick folds, teasing her wet entrance. Draco slid two digits inside of her, arching them to rub on her G-spot. She moaned into the mattress, and moved her hips towards him, wanting more.
Draco slapped her arse, hard, with the kind of force that was sure to leave a red mark. She gasped at the pain.
"Patience love," The pain rippled through her body. "Answer my question."
"It's all yours Draco," she said, but it sounded more like a sob. Draco kissed the arse cheek he'd just slapped, before walking over so he could see her face.
"Look at me," he said softly and Hermione made an attempt to stand on her knees, he used his hand to push her down again. "I didn't say to move." She whimpered and when she met his eyes he saw them filled with lust. Her pupils enlarged.
He grabbed her hair making it easier on her neck to look up at him from her position. "Do you remember your safe word from before? Do you want a new one?" He watched as her lips parted and her eyes widen in suspense. He knew she would understand what she was in for as soon as he asked her for the safe word.
Hermione felt herself getting drenched by the way he was controlling her, owning her body. When he asked about her safe word, she knew she was in for a rough night, the kind that left bruises and had her constantly aroused for days to come. She really had missed this. Needed this. The last few times they'd had sex it had been more like love making than the kind that had you unravelled and left an exhausted mess.
"Yellow," she said and the way his hand gripped her hair had her cunt throb.
"Good girl," Draco praised and softened the grip on her hair. He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, before resuming to his previous position.
"Tell me love, how many times have you had an orgasm without me during these weeks apart?" He really was curious to know, because he had fantasied about her in many compromising positions. He traced his fingers up and down her thighs, knowing it would only make her crave his touch even more. Her clit was swollen and he could see her wetness glistening between her lips.
Fuck she looked so good spread open like this, all for his viewing pleasure. All his.
The thought almost made him lose control.
He slapped her arse hard. "I need your answer Hermione."
"Three," she lied. Not wanting to convey how often she'd found herself wet while reminiscing about their weekend or their many times fucking before that. The lie earned her another slap on her arse, but he was careful as to not hit the same spot twice. The pain of it sent shockwaves through her body.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed.
"I won't stand for dishonesty," he said cruelly, the threat in his voice was clear, she was not to disobey.
"Between one and three times a day," she corrected, mortified as she buried her face into the mattress, it only made her arse stick up further into the air to Draco's delight.
"Really?" He was intrigued. "Show me."
Hermione's cheeks turned crimson, she was happy her hair fawned out around her face, hiding it from his gaze.
"W-what?" she stuttered in disbelief, it sounded pitiful even to her own ears.
"I need you to show me how you pleasured yourself without me."
Fuck. Fuck. No. She couldn't, could she? Her cunt was throbbing to the point of pain and she desperately needed relief.
She began to move, but stopped. Draco caught on to her troubles. "You can move," he allowed and placed himself on the plush chair in the corner of the bedroom. Hermione hesitantly moved onto her back, diagonally on the bed, because she knew he would want the most out of what she was about to show him. Draco hummed in approval and smirked slightly. She took her time laying back down, looking at him. The grey in his eyes was barely visible; his dilated pupils made his eyes look dark and dangerous. He sure had made himself comfortable, leaning back against the chair with his fingers clasped and his legs spread. She felt her nerves calm when he gave her an encouraging nod and licked his lips. She lay back on the bed and took two deep breaths.
Draco could tell she was nervous, definitely out of her comfort zone. If only she knew what it meant for him to see her submit like this, let him play with her as he wished.
"Did you think of my hands all over your body? Envisioning my hard cock slamming into you all those times you touched yourself?" She whimpered and bucked her hips, desperately wanting to be touched. The way he talked to her made every fibre in her body tingle, desire consuming every other thought in her mind.
He didn't want to rush her, he wanted her to be comfortable, in the moment. Her hands started to caress her breasts, sliding her nipples between her thumb and index finger. She fought back a moan.
"You don't have to be quiet on my account. Does rubbing your nipples make you wet? Does it make your cunt ache for a cock?"
"Fuck Draco, I- You're-" she spoke incoherently. Trying to communicate what his words were doing to her, as if it wasn't obvious by the way her body squirmed on the bed.
"Love, you look so good to me, when you're giving yourself to me this way. The way you're touching yourself makes me feel like bursting inside my pants. I think I might just touch myself while I watch you," he said, because it really was getting tight inside of his pants, and he thought it might help her relax fully to know she wasn't alone in her arousal.
She exhaled and her legs spread wide. A growl escaped him and he could see her body react to the sound.
When Draco's soft words reached her ears she felt the last shred of nervousness drifting away. He was insanely good at knowing exactly what she needed to hear. Even though her body responded quickly her mind needed to submit to her body's reactions as well. It was still embarrassing to lay exposed like this in front of him, touching herself but pleasing him with her obedience surpassed the feelings of mortification. She felt her cunt clench when he growled, and she blushed, because she was sure he could see just how badly he affected her.
She let her hands trail down her body, over her stomach, she might as well give him a full show of what those five weeks had looked like when she was alone in her bed. A moan passed her lips as she reached her swollen clit, rubbing it lightly at first, keeping the pace steady. Unable to see his expression from her position on the bed, she imagined him watching her, it made a wave of liquid rush to her core.
"Do you only use your hands or do you use a toy?" he asked, and by the sound of his breathy voice she was sure he was stroking his cock. It made her feel brave, so she admitted something that would normally never be uttered from her lips.
"On occasion, yes," she confessed, bucking her hips when she slid a finger inside of her heat, making both of them groan.
He asked what kind of toy she used, and by the mischievous tone in his voice she feared he might make her use it if he had it. She closed her eyes but kept sliding a finger in and out of herself.
"A butt plug." She wished she could hide under the covers of his big bed. She saw as he stood, stepping out of his already unbuttoned pants and walking into his closet, he returned with said toy in his hands, with a daring smirk on his lips. He pressed it against her lips and she sucked on it, lubricating it. He released it from her mouth with a pop, and held it out for her to take.
Placing it on the bed next to her, she positioned herself on all fours, and whimpered when she pressed it into her puckered hole. Usually she used lubricant, but her saliva apparently was lubrication enough.
Draco was seated in the chair again, completely in awe as he watched her crowd the butt plug into her arse. His cock was rock hard and he had to stop stroking his it or he'd empty himself into his own hands. Fuck, he would never have guessed that to be the toy of choice when she was alone.
"Do you like having your arse filled when you're fingering yourself?" he asked, because he knew how it turned her on when she had to admit to her own desires. She stuttered a yes in response.
"Tell me love, what do you think about when you're alone in your bed, what fantasies run trough your filthy mind?" He could see her legs quiver when she added a third finger, pumping hard into her tight little pussy. He wanted for nothing more than to be buried inside of her again.
"I think about your thick cock filling me while your fingers thrust in and out of my ass. I think about the number of dirty things you say to make me lose my mind."
He growled, feeling absolutely feral by the way she was describing what she wanted. He was stunned when she turned over to lay on her back again, one of her hands reaching up and grabbing her own throat, pressing her fingers into the flesh. At that moment he was completely sure she was perfect.
His perfect little whore.
"Are you choking yourself?" he said condescendingly. The way he said it made Hermione's body shudder, and she realised even though it was her own hands working to pull her off the cliff of ecstasy, it was his voice, his words that seduced her body. He was all she never knew she needed.
"Mmm", she whispered under her breath with her eyes closed between moans. Draco looked at her, completely amazed with the sight he had in front of him. Silently considering himself the luckiest man to walk the earth.
He clicked his tongue. "Such a dirty little whore," he hummed. A faint smile crept upon her lips.
"Do you like it when I choke you Hermione?" He knew she did, but he had no idea she liked it so much she did it to herself too. Her cunt was soaked, he didn't even have to look, the splashing noise of her fingers slamming into her cunt was the only sounds in the room except for her loud increasing moans.
"Will you come for me like this?" He stood, wanting to see her face when she climaxed.
Hermione felt her arm getting tired, and her fingers were not enough, they could never satisfy her like Draco could, but he was unrelenting. She tried begging but it didn't work.
Please she pleaded and he knew she wanted to replace her small fingers with his cock.
"Not yet love, I need you to be a good little slut for me first, I need you to cum for me just like this, will you do that for me?"
His words made her thrust harder, through the pain in her wrist. She wanted badly for him to be pleased with her.
"Draco, I- Fuck. It's so good" she cried out when she pumped hard into herself, bucking her hips so her hand slammed into her sensitive nub with each thrust. "I know love," he said and kissed her tenderly on her lips, muffling her moans. He was now seated on the bed next to her, and the feeling of his fingers tracing around her breasts had her nerves burning.
She gripped her throat tighter, but it wasn't as tight as when he did it. She was struggling to keep up the pace as her orgasm was building.
"That's it, show me how you unravel by the thought of my cock sliding in and out of you while I fill your arse with my fingers." His voice was a low rumble and he growled into her ear. His fingertips kept tracing the curve of her breast agonizingly gently, never really touching her were she wanted him to. His close proximity made her feel safe enough to reach for her climax under his watchful gaze.
Hermione's cries were getting louder. Her body trembled when she reached ecstasy, and he had to restrain himself from stroking his cock and emptying himself on her pretty face as it twisted in pleasure. Instead he placed one of his hands on top of hers, making her squeeze her throat tighter as he whispered dirty things into her ear when she rode the wave of her orgasm. Only easing the grip when her body began to still.
He placed tender kisses on her forehead, soothing her as she came down from her orgasm.
Her deep brown eyes met his, and he could see how she was coming to terms with what had just transpired. "It's okay love, you've been such a good little girl for me," he reassured and stroked her head. She leaned into his touch. "I promise I will do most of the work for the rest of this evening," he said while smiling wickedly. The things he wanted to do to this woman would have her needing to recover for days. He did have five weeks to make up for after all.
Draco took the hand she had used to pleasure herself with and licked her fingers clean before gently massaging her wrist. He wondered if she alternated between her two hands or not, certainly that kind of work must be straining on her delicate wrists if she did that three times a day. He chuckled and she looked up at him curiously.
Hermione enjoyed finally feeling his touch, even if it was on her wrist, the massage was well needed if not necessary for what she'd put it through these last couple of weeks. Draco chuckled and she wondered what for. A smile crept up on her lips, she knew this was just the beginning of what he had in store for her.
