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The darkness in his eyes was the last thing Hermione saw before everything went pitch black. She tried desperately to make out any shapes through the fabric covering her eyes.
Nothing.
A noise. Footsteps and a door opening. Was he going to leave her there? He'd flicked his wand and black silk ropes and slid up from the four corners of the bed. Effectively tying her in the shape of an x across the bed.
"Close your eyes," Draco said and she did. He'd proceeded to cover her eyes with what she thought was one of his black silk ties.
Had he left her alone like this? Her heart was beating fast in her chest in suspense. She tried tugging at the ropes that bound her but they didn't give in. They were as relentless as he was. She was sure they had been secured with magic, and only magic would untie her. She tried to steady her breathing, calm herself down.
Trust, she needed to trust him.
Listening more intently than she thought she ever had before, all she could hear was the sound of her own frantic breathing. And then footsteps again, the faint sound of a door creaking, her face turned to where the sound came from.
"Draco?" she asked idiotically, because who else would it be. He laughed slightly and oh Merlin it had a wave of liquid shoot to her core. Her body felt unquenchable, greedy for his touch, his mere presence. But he was playing with her in the most delicious way. Like her body was his toy, and her mind his to manipulate. She loved it more than she was comfortable with.
Her body flinched, causing the ropes to strain her when something touched over her collarbone. A feather?
"How does it feel to be helpless?" he asked and he sounded so, amused.
"Not good," she replied but it was a lie, because when the feather traced over her nipples they hardened instantly.
He shoved two digits inside of her and her hips bucked against them instantly, only for her to feel her ankles restraining her from further movement. Fuck. She was not prepared for him to do that.
"Then how come you're so wet?" He was clearly mocking her. He withdrew his lean fingers just as soon as they were covered in her wetness. She felt two wet fingers trace over her lips, as to prove to her he was right, she was drenched.
The things this man did to her had her speechless, a panting desperate mess. He kissed her, tasting her arousal on her lips, his tongue forcing its way into her all to willing mouth, she moaned into his. She wanted to touch his hair, pull him closer, feel the weight of his body pressed onto hers. Again she was reminded that wasn't possible.
When he stepped away from her she felt anxious. She'd never had every single limb tied up before, it was incredibly frustrating an insanely arousing.
"Do you not like to be at my complete mercy?" he whispered venomously, his lips softly grazing her ear, making her skin prickle all over.
What was she even supposed to reply. Yes I fucking love when you toy with me like you own me, like I'm nothing but a plaything for your amusement. She swallowed her words not ready to admit it so bluntly.
"I- Yes, it's nice." Suddenly his hand was on her throat, squeezing it in the most amazing way.
"Nice?" His voice contained a very real threat. She could feel his breath on her face as he spoke. How long was his body, his arms? Where the hell was he standing? He wasn't actually on the bed was he? It was killing her to not be able to see his reactions, to read his expression.
"Fine, I fucking love it," she admitted and it was awful to know he saw how her cheeks turned a deep red shade. Without being able to see him, she was sure he was grinning satisfyingly.
The thing that felt like a feather continued down her body, of course skipping her aching cunt because when did he not take pleasure in her misery. She could feel her chest heaving as it traced its way up her thighs, until it swiftly crossed over her mound, her slick folds. It was the lightest touch but it affected her immensely, slowly driving her insane, making her lose control of her body's reactions, her legs and arms were trying to break free, trying to feel more.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed, wanting to scream in frustration, and Draco chuckled, he fucking chuckled the bastard.
Her head turned in another direction, when she heard a buzzing sound. A vibrator? Had he had it in his hands this entire time? How long had it even been since she'd been tied up? Ten minutes? Twenty? All she knew was that every fibre in her body was on fire. She quivered when the vibrator pressed against her swollen clit.
She mumbled something unintelligible, maybe a thank you? She wasn't sure, all her focus was on the sensations shooting through her body.
"Look at you squirming." She clung to the sound of his voice like it was her life raft. "Do you want me to make you cum Hermione?"
"Yes, please Draco," she moaned. And the damn vibrator was shut off. She bit lip to stop the scream of frustration.
"Oh but you've told me repeatedly tonight that this body," he traced his hands over her thighs. Had he always sounded so incredibly seductive? "Is all mine." She had told him just that hadn't she?
"Therefore, I get to decide when you get to cum," he said devilishly and she imagined a condescending smirk playing on his lips. She whimpered when he turned the vibrator on again and Draco could tell she wasn't going to last long, and he wondered if it was only with him, or if she always came this fast.
"You need my permission to cum, but only the first time, then you are free to cum as much as you want." His tongue traced over her pulse point. The mattress moved and she was sure he was now beside her on the bed. "If you cum before I allow it, there will be consequences." She almost wanted to ask what those consequences might be, admitting only to herself that it enthralled her. "Do you understand Hermione?"
She nodded without hesitation. He mumbled something about her being a good girl and it made her heart warm.
The feeling of the vibrator on her clit was agonising when all she could do was fight back the orgasm that was forming.
"You're making a mess out of me," she sobbed, and flinched when his teeth bit down on her nipple so hard it sent shockwaves of pain through her body, effectively stopping her from being consumed by pleasure. She realised how much one relies on sight, everything he did caught her by surprise. It kept her body tense and her mind constantly on edge of what he would do next.
"But whores are to be made a mess of," he hummed after licking and sucking on the nipple he had just assaulted. The words he called her was almost too much, it made her want to pounce on him, make him fuck her into the mattress, choking her until she was a seconds from passing out. But he never really squeezed her throat that hard, because he didn't know how much she craved it.
As the shock of pain subsided, she was right there. Again. About to unravel. Wanting to give in to her orgasm.
"Please Draco," she begged.
"My whore is so greedy." The possessiveness in his tone made her body shiver.
"Only for you," she cooed. He groaned and she knew it had been the right thing to say.
Draco turned the vibrator up another level, causing her legs to shake, constantly pulling on the restraints. Not being able to move combined with not being allowed to cum was excruciating.
Her breath caught in her throat when he moved his body on top of hers. Her nostrils immediately filled with his familiar scent and it was inebriating. She couldn't have stopped the pathetic begging even if she'd wanted to. His length was pressing against the lower part of her stomach, and his warm breath was tickling her neck, her cunt throbbed with emptiness. She didn't think she had ever craved for him to fill her this much ever before. The butt-plug was still inserted within her, and every time she moved her hips it made her cunt throb, wanting to be filled just the same. It was fucking agony.
Even if she could move, she probably wouldn't if he'd told her not to. All she wanted in that moment was for him to be satisfied with her, reward her good behaviour by making her cum. She was struck by the thought that this provocative, beautiful, sex crazed wizard of a man, was hers. The thought alone made her nerve ends tingle in excitement.
Please, please, she kept pleading and Draco found it mesmerizing. He loved it when she was lost to her sensations, hearing her beg for him was something he could listen to forever. He got onto his knees between her legs, careful as to not ease the pressure of the vibrator against her clit. He slid three digits inside of her, thrusting as deep as he could, before withdrawing completely and repeating the process. He could feel her cunt squeezing his fingers and he knew she was not going to be able to hold it any longer.
"Come for me, come all over my fingers," he said and she did. She moaned his name several times, and her cunt was gripping his fingers so hard it was difficult for him to keep thrusting into her.
The orgasm sent waves of pleasure trough her body, but as it started to subside, Draco didn't stop. The pleasure just kept on hitting her to the point were her legs were shaking uncontrollably. It was too much, he left no breathing room between her orgasms and she was too sensitive. She lost count of how many times she came. She felt her cheeks and his silk tie getting wet from her tears.
"I can't take it," she cried out as the strength of the ecstasy proved to great. It was so intense, at first she didn't even react or take notice when the blindfold was removed.
"Are you begging me to stop?" he asked as tears kept falling from her eyes. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "You now what to say if you really want me to stop, but I don't think you do."
She opened her eyes only to find a pair of grey ones staring into hers. The room swam back into her vision and she noticed the room was fully lit, and not dimmed like before. Fortunately she was to lost to her sensations to care.
"I- fuck- I can't. Oh- Draco," she sobbed as the assault of her body forced her to let go again. His fingers were rubbing her G-spot just the right way, making cum shoot out of her on to his fingers and arm, all over the sheets.
"Look at you, making a complete mess on my bed," he said mockingly as his grey eyes pierced into her soul.
All control of her body was lost, and when he was sure she would pass out from being overwhelmed he slowed down and turned the vibrator off.
Hermione thanked him incoherently between moans. He untied her ankles and moved on top of her again, kissing away the tears on her cheeks. His lips reached hers and he started to massage her with his, she tasted just as divine as always. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, and she threw her head back.
"I'm going to fuck you know love, and I want you to cum one more time, this time with me, all over my cock. Can you do that?"
She told him she wasn't sure she could but, Draco was sure he was going to prove her wrong. "I'm sure you can love, and when you do, I'll make you my little cumslut when I release myself inside of you." Her eyes shot open and now, they were begging him to fuck her.
She gasped when he pressed his cock into her with one swift motion; burying himself deep and so fast it took her breath away. Stretching her open. He groaned and whispered to her how tight she was, how the butt plug in her arse made her even tighter. Telling her how her cunt was still spasming, from all of her orgasms, gripping his cock in the most delicious way. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders as he thrust into her mercilessly.
"Fuck Draco I'm going to cum again," she cried out and she could hear him laugh at her.
"Already?" he mocked. "Such a little slut aren't you?" Her eyes caught his and he detected both shame and pleasure and it made his cock throb even more. Increasing his speed, thrusting harder inside of her, working towards his own relief so he could get there with her. The way her cunt clamped down on his cock over and over again made it feel like he was going to break her in half. He used one arm and wrapped it around her legs, and lifted up the lower part of her body to extract the toy from her arse, he had to, it was too difficult to move inside of her when her muscles never stopped squeezing so hard.
Every single fibre of her body was burning, and she was covered in a veil of sweat. She met his eyes when he spoke filthy things to her making her feel mortified and insanely wet at the same time. She wanted desperately to come with him, like he'd told her to. He whispered for her to hold it, and she tried her best. His hands were gripping her thighs and hips so hard it was bound to leave bruises. When he roughly pulled out the butt plug she bit her own lip so hard it started to bleed, she almost lost her focus and if not for the pain on her lower lip as she bit into it she would've let the pleasure overtake her.
He bit down on her pulse point and she squealed. She could barely feel her arms anymore, all she could do was take it, take what he was giving her, relish in the sounds he made as he enjoyed her body.
He let out a growl that sounded nothing but primal. "You're so good, come with me love." The way he looked when he let go was hypnotizing, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He let go of her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting him with each thrust and she let go too. Too exhausted to scream again she could only manage a broken moan.
They stayed like that for a while, their body's entwined, both struggling to catch their breaths. "You're such a good girl, so beautiful," he murmured when his breathing started to return to normal. She hung on every word he said and groaned when he retracted from her body. He untied her arms gently and she nuzzled in to the space between his neck and shoulder.
He told her he would be right back, and she thought she was going to die without the warmth of his body close to her. When he came back he cleaned her gently with a warm cloth and handed her a glass of lemon water. She emptied the glass in no time and he smiled at her so genuinely it had her heart skip a beat.
"Are you okay?" he asked softy while pulling her close to his chest again. She nodded slightly too tired to form sentences. "You did amazing love, I'm so proud of you." He placed several kisses on her face, and drew soothing circles on her back. Telling her to breath in and out with him, slowly. It calmed her racing heart down, and she found herself drifting to sleep too soon. "It's okay love, I'll still be here when you wake up," he said lowly, as if he could read her mind. She stopped fighting it then, and fell asleep faster and more content than she ever had after the war.
Draco looked at her as her breathing steadied and her eyes closed, he pulled the covers over them. Silently wishing they could stay like this forever, away from the world, just the two of them in the bliss of afterglow.
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When he after two hours still hadn't managed to fall asleep, he left the bed and started a warm shower, hoping it would help him clear his mind of the whole Astoria business that always surfaced when he was trying to relax. Hermione's words about his family from earlier still remained in his head as well, and the combination made it hard for him to let the water soothe his mind in the way he longed for.
As the water washed away Hermione from his body he contemplated if he should tell Hermione about what had caused him to send the howler in the first place. She hadn't asked but he felt he owed her some sort of explanation to his erratic behaviour. He didn't consider it to be a lie not to tell her, but there was something about when you were in a relationship that changed the lines between something being a lie and something that was expected to be shared in order to be truthful.
He still felt gutted whenever that Friday's events crossed his mind, and it seemed to happen more often then not. He usually didn't dwell too much on things; instead he would push anything that was unpleasant away. Being skilled with occlumency allowed him to shove thoughts and memories into the deepest crannies of his mind, hiding it even from himself. For whatever reason he hadn't done so this time, almost as to not allow himself to forget how much it had affected him. It wasn't so much about Astoria and the abortion, it was the fact his own actions and choices after the war that had caused the outcome.
He lathered up his body with his favourite scented soap and massaged his scalp with shampoo while his mind kept racing.
He'd made a mess of Hermione tonight, but it was nothing in comparison to how she constantly made a mess out of his mind. Like the way he couldn't refrain from smiling like a stupid git in her presence. The way her mind worked intrigued him in ways that far transcended the bedroom walls. She was always well articulate even though her mind always seemed scattered with a thousand thoughts. The fact that she now was his was almost too much to comprehend.
Was he in love?
Had ever really been in love before?
They way he felt for Hermione was unlike anything he'd felt with either Pansy Parkinson or Astoria Greengrass. His mind was consumed with her.
When she'd asked if they were in a relationship, it had made him feel uncomfortable, not because he didn't want to be. It was just that relationships usually caused him to feel trapped. Like the way he considered his mother to be in marriage to his father.
As the water rinsed the soap from his body he realised he actually didn't feel trapped at all. He sighed and leaned against the black tiles in his shower. He was probably very much in love, and it was as terrifying as it was mind-altering.
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"Why do you smell so clean?" she complained and sniffed Draco again. She furrowed her brows. "It's not fair, I'm gross from last night, and you're here smelling like apple pie,"
Draco chuckled and Hermione felt betrayed. It wasn't fair, she felt like she smelled like old sweat and she was sure her hair looked like a bird's nest. She scrunched her nose and looked at his neat blonde mane accusingly.
"Did you sneak a shower?"
"Yes I did, love." He kissed the freckles on her nose. "And you're not in any way gross. You're perfect." He pecked her on the lips. Hermione pursed her lips together, unconvinced and still frowning.
"I was hoping you'd join me for a shower," she complained. Draco smirked and sat up.
"That's an offer I can't refuse." Hermione watched as he stood from the bed, and she wondered if he always slept in the nude. She stood from the bed too, and whimpered when she noticed the soreness of her body, she glanced down and noticed a few fresh bruises, she shook her head and smiled.
"This time I won't forget to glamour the ones that are visible." Draco sauntered over to her and placed his hands around her waist.
"Are you feeling okay? Are you sore?" he asked and the compassion in his voice made her body melt under his touch.
"Just enough to have a good reminder throughout the day," she said playfully and ran her fingertips from his chest down his stomach, making him clench his jaw.
"How long until you have to be at work?"
"I can't be late, but I have about two hours," she said as she pressed her body against his.
"Lets get you in the shower then shall we?" He cupped her chin and kissed her hungrily.
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The week passed in a happy bliss and Hermione started to stir in her bed on Monday night. She and Draco had spent every night together since they'd decided to be in a relationship. She missed him too much for it to be healthy. When he this morning kissed her goodbye and left for meetings with MACUSA in New York she felt strange for the entire day. He had assured her he would be back in time for the Holidays, but that didn't ease her mind. She wasn't looking forward to Christmas this year at all. She had no family members to spend it with. The last couple of years she'd celebrated it with the Weasley's and Harry. Molly Weasley, Ron's mother had made it clear she was welcomed this year as well, but it didn't feel right. Now that she and Ron were no longer together it would be too weird. They hadn't spoken since their breakup.
During their quick breakfast this morning Draco had told in passing that he was spending Christmas at Malfoy manner. He hadn't asked her about her plans specifically, possibly because she'd done a good job at dodging the subject all together.
She grimaced at the thought of spending Christmas at the Manor, not that he had asked her to. His family home held memories she wasn't sure she would survive facing, the image of his drawing room floor was etched in her brain and the thought of ever being back there had a panic attack rising. Not to mention Christmas with the Malfoy's made her feel unsettled in more ways than one, their known prejudices of people like her being one of them. His family felt like a dreadful reminder of years past, and as far as she knew his parents were still oblivious to their only son and heir's involvement with a muggle-born.
Christmas was two and a half weeks away and Draco would hopefully be back in about a week. She had begun contemplating escaping the country for Christmas, apparate to a secluded cabin somewhere and hide out until new years. That way she could work undisturbed on the final touches of her reform. A date had been set in January for her to speak in front of the Wizengamot and she could make good use of some alone time.
She fluffed her pillow for the umpteenth time and missed the softness of the ones in Draco's bed. Even though she'd cast a warming spell on her body, her bed still felt cold and she knew it had little to do with the actual temperature in her flat and more to do with the fact she had quickly gotten used to sharing a bed with Draco. The man was like a living radiator after sex. She scolded herself for acting like a lovesick teenager, but even she had to admit that she'd never felt this way when Ron had left their bed for being away on auror missions.
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On Thursday she met up with Ginny at a muggle restaurant during her lunch break. She filled Ginny in with what had happened in the past week, for the first time declaring to someone she was in a committed relationship with Draco. It caused Ginny to spit out her water on the table and the people at nearby tables to glance at her like she was ruining their lunch tranquillity.
"Wait, wait?" She held up her hands. "He sent you a howler? And then you just, decided to be serious with each other?" she quipped as she looked at Hermione with wide eyes. "And you've been practically living with him in his flat since? Where was my letter? How did I not know this sooner?" She was on a rant now and Hermione leaned back in her chair, chewing on a piece of her Shepard's pie. Waiting for her red-haired friend to finish. After swallowing loudly she continued explaining to the best of her efforts what had occurred since they last spoke. She chose her words with caution and skipped the intimate details this time, trying to avoid further outburst from the woman sitting across from her.
Ginny listened intently and took another mouthful of her pea soup. She was happy that her friend had found someone, even if it was Malfoy. A part of her knew Hermione and her brother Ron weren't a good match anymore, not since after the war, but she had held some hope of them eventually ending up together, so they would be family one day. It was a selfish wish in a way. It was evident her friend was smitten with the blonde wizard by the way she kept smiling whenever she said his name. She couldn't help but make a face when Hermione mentioned she thought of Draco as a compassionate and caring man. Ginny silently wondered in what way, because the marks she'd seen on her wrist that time had her thinking otherwise. She decided then and there to grill Hermione on the subject at a later time. It wasn't appropriate lunch talk and she couldn't whip out her wand to do silencing charm in the middle of a muggle establishment.
"We're playing against the The Wimbourne Wasps next Friday." With 'we' she meant her quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. "You and Draco should come, Harry will be there too. After the game, the four of us could get dinner," she said and she wasn't really asking as much as she was deciding on it. Determined she needed a closer inspection of the two of them together.
Hermione looked at her pensively while sipping on her cucumber water. Ginny did her best look of innocence, like she wasn't at all planning on giving Malfoy a hard time when she met him. For good reasons of course, she needed to make sure he was treating her friend right. She saw it as part of her friendly duty.
Hermione twirled a stray curl with her finger. By the way Ginny looked at her with big eyes, she pondered if her friend was up to something. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I haven't even spoken to Harry about any of this, and I'm sure he doesn't want to have dinner with Draco and me." Hermione had a difficult time picturing the four of them having dinner without it turning into arguments between the two men.
Ginny bit her lip and looked extraordinarily guilty when Harry was mentioned. She began telling Hermione that Harry actually wasn't unknowing about her and Draco. Apparently Ginny had let it slip about their weekend in Hogsmeade, one night over dinner with her husband. Hermione glared at her friend, not too happy with her revelation, but she wasn't exactly surprised. There was something about marriage that blurred the lines of friendship confidentiality, especially when the friend in question was mutual.
Hermione sighed in resignation. Ginny was not going to let this go; she was more stubborn than Hermione most of the time. She thought it had something to do with her being the youngest of the Weasley siblings and the only girl.
When Hermione didn't say anything Ginny continued. "I told Harry that Malfoy has changed and he doesn't hold grudges against him like Ron does. Besides, If he is in your life he's in ours too, therefor it's only right we get to know him," she said like it was obvious. "But please refrain from your normal pre dinner activities while we are there." She winked and the tension between them was gone.
Hermione laughed and shook her head as she contemplated a dinner together.
Harry had testified to Draco's behalf during the trials after the war, willingly. Maybe it would be fine, they were all older and the war had affected everyone in different ways. She sighed and bit into another piece of pie. It could be nice to do something in public, even it it was to watch quidditch. They really had been comfortably sheltered up in his flat, in a way hiding from the war just the same as they had during that year after the war. Even though her and Draco were official, no one really knew about their relationship, except for Ginny and she assumed Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini too. Maybe it would do them good to make a public appearance of sorts.
"Alright. I'll ask him," she decided and wondered if Draco would be as resistant to the idea as she feared.
