Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Sixth Year

Draco Malfoy's chambers, The Dungeons

The Master admired the raw, chapped skin of the woman's flesh as he lazily drew patterns along her upturned bum. Her prone nakedness against his four-poster bed was enough to make him hard between his own thighs, but the added bondage at her wrists and ankles for punishment was enough to make him almost moan in his premature orgasm. He swallowed the urge to mount her right then and there and nail her to his bed, instead finding it pleasurable enough to tease her with the way his fingers teased her skin at the backs of her thighs and around the cleft between her ass cheeks.

Draco Malfoy was a Master in Dom-Sub play and widely sought after as a playmate for many of the kinkier students within the walls of Hogwarts, but his newest submissive, quickly growing to be his favorite, had been a complete, and happy, surprise. Who knew that underneath all the red and gold swottiness, there was a quick-to-please hunger and insatiable appetite to be dominated? And that he, in return, would turn his back on centuries worth of pureblood teachings and social class hierarchy to engage in such a agreement with a muggleborn.

For all intense and purposes, within the strict guidelines they had agreed on, Hermione Granger belonged to him, Draco Malfoy, for as long as she would have him. He, honestly, couldn't believe his dumb luck. He had struggled with his growing attraction to her since he saw her on Victor Krum's arm at the Yule Ball. He had wanted nothing more than to strip that pink dress from her shoulders from behind and… Salazar strike him down if he ever did anything to fuck this one up.

Feeling his cock grow impossibly harder against Granger's side as he leaned over her, Draco stopped the massaging of her thighs and buried his fingers inside of her, basking in the squeal of surprise that fell from his pet's lips and the subsequent shaking of her whole body underneath him.

His pet had taken her harsh punishment well, taking his hand against her naked flesh like an obedient sub, only letting small whimpers and whispered apologies slip from her shaky lips. She knew to never beg, not unless she was told to do so. Being a good Dom meant he had to recognize good behavior with the bad and so he was never above giving his pets a little reward.

Spanking was Draco's favorite form of punishment. It was a primal need in him to want to correct his submissive's bad behavior, especially when one of his pets had broken one of his mutually agreed upon rules.

Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Princess, and all-around goody-two-shoes, had been a very naughty girl and broke one of his rules. As her Dom, and per their contract, Draco had the right to confront her disobedience and choose a punishment that matched her transgression. However, Draco wasn't completely cruel when he chose his punishments, especially with his pet as she was one of his favorites to play with by far. He had chosen spanking as her punishment because he knew that his lioness secretly got off on it, as evidence by the wetness coating his fingertips as he continued to stroke the sensitive flesh of her cunt.

"Tell me, my pet," he crooned, raising his other hand to burry in his curls, stroking her scalp like he knew she loved, "Do you know why I have punished you so?" He felt her sigh beneath his relaxing touch and smirked when she yelped when he gave her a small tug of her hair. He loved touching her like this, but wasn't about to let her take any power away from him. He was the dominant and she the submissive, she would answer him.

"Master is angry with his pet," Granger moaned as he dug his fingers further into her dripping mound. He could feel her walls shaking around his fingers as he curled them just enough to his that spot that made her cry out. She didn't disappoint. She cried out, her chest rising in the air as her back arched off the bed, her wrist and ankles pulling at their bonds as her body shook with pleasure.

"Master's pet is s-s-so sorry," Granger whimpered as he teased her again, swiping his thumb over her engorged clit once. "Oh Godric," she cried out. "Please, Master, forgive your pet and take me. I'm your's."

"You've been an awfully naughty pet, Granger," Draco tutted, sliding his fingers from her wet pussy to pinch the inside of her thigh. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to get her attention. "You let another man touch you."

Disobedience wasn't tolerated, especially when his territory was threatened and as barbaric and misogynistic as it sounded, Granger was his. No other man was not allowed to touch her, not while they were under contract.

"Never," Hermione groaned when he touched her sensitive folds once more. "I belong to you, Master."

"Are you sure, my pet?" Draco asked sensuously, brushing his thumb against her engorged clit. "I saw you and Weasley today in Potions class. I saw him touch your hand, and you," he added, "you didn't move away."

Logically, Draco knew that Granger couldn't keep herself from accidentally brushing up against another man or stop every person who intended to lay hands on her, but the fact that it was one of them, the Weasley specifically, that made his possessiveness for the girl wrap around his chest.

"It was n-nothing, M-master," Granger stuttered as he brushed her clit again. He wanted her so bad, he could taste her, but only if she was completely his.

"He's my b-best f-friend, Master," Granger choked out, unable to form a complete sentence with a small whine bleeding from her lips. He loved it when she made these sounds. They went straight to his cock, which was currently digging into Granger's soft right hip.

Draco did his best not to release his need like an adolescent virgin, instead focusing on the image of Weasley touching what was his. Granger was his. "I don't care if he were Salazar Slytherin himself. He doesn't get to touch you while you're mine."

"But," Granger pleaded before she was cut off by his fingers slipping through her folds once again, her flesh still highly sensitive from his ministrations earlier. "Oh Godric."

"You disobeyed me and I punished you, pet. And now your punishment is over," he whispered over her as he pumped his fingers inside her slick cunt. "Now we can play. Would you like that, pet?"

Granger let out a small whine, one that he took for pleasure as he watched her shudder beneath him. His hips flexed against her, burying his cock into her hip, a small pleasure rippling through his system as he leaned forward.

"Remember the day I found her in the library?" Draco asked as he continued to stroke her reverberating walls. "Remember the rage you felt as you cast hex after hex at the bookshelves behind your secret silencing charm?" He watched with hooded eyes as she nodded her affirmation, happy that a part of her was still with it enough to listen to his words.

"You were so angry," he continued, "You had just found Weasley with his wanker buried in that Brown bint loose cunt." Draco didn't miss the small sob, an old hurt that had found its way from her chest to her throat. "We were both feeling lost that day, broken, and with burdens that neither one of us had any business shouldering."

It was true, Draco had just come from the Room of Requirement, having worked all day in trying to repair the Vanishing Cabinet with no luck and had stormed out, frustrated, hoping that the library's restricted section would help in his latest assignment from the Dark Lord.

"I was expecting a fight," Draco admitted, his eyes looking far away as he remembered seeing her there, as beautiful as ever in her rage. She was chaos and destruction and he craved her. "And in that rage, you found something to cling to." He paused, looking down at her, "You found revenge."

Hermione's breasts arched upwards as he pushed a thumb into her clit and massaged the numb with his fingers. "You wanted to feel something, anything besides that hurt and the hatred he had forced you to feel and I was there, my own demon's own my cuff, ready to devour you with one look."

Draco relived the flashes of memory from that day, hidden in the forbidden stacks of the library, feeling Granger submit to him as he took her from behind. He had fell into his dominant nature, an outlet he used to expel the tension and stress that otherwise consumed his every waking day and tortured him in his sleep.

He had thought that Granger would have fought him for dominance, her Gryffindor pride and bullheadedness usually the exact opposite of a submissive, but she had obeyed every command he had given her and the power was intoxicating. They both had come undone separate and together before they slowly began to clothe themselves again. Draco was the first to offer her a chance to do it again, knowing that she would never take that step. He had told her that there would be rules, ones that they would agree upon.

She had initially been against the idea, but after seeing Weasley and Brown hooking up in the Gryffindor common room that night, she had signed the deal with him and hadn't looked back since. Well, until now perhaps and a part of him shook with the thought.

Granger didn't speak for a while and deep-down Draco began to worry. It was unlike Granger to stay silent, her Gryffindor attitude and ferociousness originally a hindrance in her training as his submissive.

"Granger?" Draco asked, taking his hand away from the girl and sitting back on his legs. She still didn't move. Worried, Draco hurriedly undid the binds at her wrists and ankles, his first promise to her in the contract to always be mindful of her headspace while they played.

"Hermione." He tried her first name as he gently rolled her over. What he saw broke his heart, a feeling didn't think he would ever feel. Her eyes were closed, but fresh tears spilled over her face.

"Hermione," Draco urged, taking her face gently into his hands. He was shaking and didn't know why. "Look at me."

It was a command, a gentle one, almost pleading, but it worked. Warm, brown eyes looked back at him as he searched her features, unsure of what he was looking for.

"Talk to me," he said, his voice nearly unrecognizable to him as he staired down at her. "What's wrong?"

Hermione choked back a sob, the pain on her face evident as she looked up at him from where she laid underneath his looming figure. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "It's so stupid. I'm so sorry."

Startled at her words, Draco could only blink at her.

"I don't understand," Draco said dumbly. "Why are you so upset? Is it something I said or did?"

"No," Hermione said quickly. "You were perfect. It was me," she sobbed. "I ruined everything."

Still not quite understanding, Draco just stared at her, not knowing what to do. It wasn't as simple as demanding his pet to quit crying, they weren't playing anymore. That he understood.

"I've been using you," she explained, "to get revenge on Ron for hurting me and I feel bloody awful about it." She sniffed into the back of her hand, trying and failing to rid her eyes of the tears running down her cheeks. "I didn't think I could ever get over the hurt he caused me," she whispered, her voice shaking under the hurt. "I didn't think I could ever feel like this ever again, and then," she paused, a ghost of a smile forming on her small, pink lips, "and then you came along. I feel so dirty for having used you like this. I'm so sorry."

Draco stared at her as she continued to look at him. He felt something bubbling beneath his chest and clogging his throat so he couldn't speak. He was grateful because Salazar knew that whatever he would have said in this moment, he would have sounded like a complete idiot.

"But," she added, "If you'll have me, I would really like to continue this. With you."

Draco was astounded, he thought that he had somehow lost her without even realizing it and now she was confessing that she liked whatever this was between them. His tongue felt swollen in his mouth and he didn't trust his voice at the moment, so he just nodded his agreement in their role play continuation.

Granger heaved a sigh, a small rash of pink coloring her cheeks as she looked up at him from where she laid.

"Being a submissive, your submissive, is not exactly in line with my other characteristics," Hermione pointed out, a bit of her swottiness making an appearance, one that Draco relaxed in. If she was returning back to her normal self, he could deal with that. He cocked an eyebrow at her for using his first name, breaking a rule while they were in play and she knew it based on the small smirk gathering at the right corner of her lips.

"But, I've been thinking," Granger said and it was Draco's turn to smirk. Yup, she was definitely coming back into herself. "I was thinking that there's a sort of liberation in being your submissive. I think by giving up control of whatever this is between us, I am actually gaining a sort of freedom that I have never experienced before."

Draco gulped as her eyes returned to his, a rare vulnerability in her eyes that made him want to sink into her and never leave. It scared him, to think that he had let his feelings for her grow so much since they started all of this, blurring the lines between what was role play and what was reality.

"Forget about Ron, Master," Granger whispered as she leaned up on her elbows enough to plant three kisses along the sharp lining of his chin before settling back against the mattress beneath her. "You already have me," she smiled as she stretched her limbs above her head, arching her pert breasts towards him, making him salivate in his mouth. "And now I want you."

Draco's head spun with the events of the past several minutes, having been prepared to stop their sessions the moment he sensed that what they were doing was hurting her more than anything, no matter the personal cost to him. He looked into her eyes and searched for any sign that she was hiding her true feelings, but he had known her a long time and knew that Hermione Granger never allowed herself to be bullied or coerced into anything that she hadn't thought threw. He could see it now in the way she was looking back at him, her gaze steady on him, her body laid out and waiting for his touch.

Draco relaxed, inhaling a deep breath and exhaling slowly before turning his eyes back to his naughty, little pet.

"That's enough talk for now, pet," Draco tutted as he leaned himself over her body and lowered himself until his body was flush against her's, his erect penis digging between her thighs. He gritted his teeth as he felt her thighs shift against him, rubbing his shaft in pleasure strokes that nearly had him spilling his seed like an untouched virgin. He swore if she made him cum before he was ready, she would spend all night bent over his legs, his hand swotting at her ass until morning.

Draco bent his head down to gently nip at her flesh with his lips as he trailed silent, wet kisses from the valley of her breasts to the nape of her neck. He grinned when he felt her shudder beneath him. "No more interruptions. I don't want to hear a single world from those sinful lips unless it's my name as you come. Is that clear?" There was a beat of silence, Draco smirked. "Speak pet."

"Yes, Master," Granger responded obediently before hiking her legs over his hips like they had practiced, "I understand." He could feel the tip of his penis prod against her slick opening and new that neither one of them could last much longer.

Taking her hand from above her hand into his, Draco led her down between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock. He hissed when she squeezed a little in her palm. "Take what you need," he gritted out between puffs of air as he struggled to keep himself from spilling his seed into her hot hand.

She guided him slowly into her, forcing a moan to slip from his lips as his forehead came down to rest on her's. He waited until she had him fully buried within her before he spoke again, content to just feel her around him as they breathed in the same air.

Tilting his head so he could nibble at the side of her jaw as he began to rock back and forth against her hips, he gently whispered, "Hands above your head, pet." He was met with a soft purr as Granger obeyed dutifully, giving him full access to her nakedness, which he admired as his hands and mouth trailed patterns as he devoured her inch by inch.

His right hand started at the thigh along his lip, hitching it higher, hearing a moan as he slipped even farther into her warmth with the added access. He let his hand trail upwards over her hips, counting her ribs as his fingers glided over them one by one before resting on the underside of her left breast.

He took the breast into his hand giving it a firm squeeze before taking the taught nipple into his mouth, satisfied with the cry that bled from his pet as she panted above him. He lathered the small nub with his tongue as she arched into him, silently begging for more. He did not want to disappoint her. He loved the taste of her against his tongue, a mix of her rose scented perfume and the natural sweat she had built up during their session. It was something so innately her own that whenever he was near enough to smell her, he found it was hard to not get…well hard.

Never one to miss out on an opportunity, Draco switched his attentions to her right breast, giving it the same amount of his attention as the left one, enjoying the way his pet's mewls began to disintegrate into pleas as he arched his hips in a different angle so that he hit her in just the right spot.

"Oh Godric, Draco," his pet whimpered, her hands pulling against the fitted sheet of his bed. Her breasts were heaving on top of her chest, her pants of hair stirring the strands of hair that had fallen over his face. He knew in that moment, that she was the most beautiful and precious thing to him, and he would do anything she asked of him, not that he would ever admit it to her. He was the Master, after all.

"I'm so close," she whined, her hips bucking into him as her body begged for release. "Please, Draco, let me come. Please."

"Sorry pet," Draco teased, smirking as he watched his naughty pet squirm beneath him. She knew the rules when it came to using their given names during their play sessions. He knew she was close to orgasm, but he had to be firm in his role as her dominant or else everything would fall apart and Draco had no intention of ruining this.

He pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit, taking a nip at her earlobe as he whispered, "What's my name?"

"Oh god, I'm so close," Granger squealed as her tortured her with his touch. Her body was convulsing around his and it took everything he had not to give into her needs, or his.

"I certainly feel like a god," Draco chimed in, "but that's not my name, sweetheart."

"Oh for Godric sake," Hermione spat flustered, "Master! Master! Master! Can I come now?"

Draco smiled, leaning back a little way so he could see her face. "Cum, my pet."

Hermione exploded around him, her cries filling his ears and the space around him as she convulsed with pleasure around him. He kept his hips snapping against her's, willing to give her whatever pleasure he could before she settled back down, her choppy breaths turning into slow and relaxed ones as she came down from her orgasm.

It didn't take Draco long to feel his orgasm crash over him, his yell buried in his frizzy curls as he fell into her, panting his own need out as he filled her with his seed. When he was able to think straight again, he moved to support himself on his forearms so he didn't crush her, lifting his head so that his forehead rested on her's again, content to just be with her in that moment.

After a few minutes, Draco moved to lay beside her, pulling her with him so that she was tucked into his side. He didn't miss the small purr that slipped through her small lips as she snuggled closer to him. It was odd, he thought, being content to just lay here with her. It wasn't in his nature to cuddle after sex. He preferred to break the scene after both parties had come down from their highs, but in this moment, Draco couldn't stomach the idea of leaving her.

"Wow," Granger's voice rasped from beside him, making a prideful smirk fall across his features from her tone. "That was amazing."

He grunted his agreement, his eyes shut as he basked into the aftershocks of his orgasm. Suddenly he wasn't some lost kid who had been tricked by a Dark Lord into accepting a difficult task or a boy who wished for his mother's protective arms. He was just a boy, barely a man, lying with a woman as if nothing else mattered. He was…dare he say it…happy.

"Remind me to give run a hug the next time I see him," Hermione teased, as she bent her head to look at him. "I want to thank him for spurning whatever it was that got into you tonight."

Rage. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Granger could take her pick, honestly.

"Be careful, pet," Draco teased, as he opened his eyes to pure down at her. "Statements like those deserve special attention."

"Is that right?" Granger asked, smiling coyly at him that made him want to smother her with kisses. He cocked an eyebrow at her, a playful warning and she responded by flashing him a blinding smile that made something in his chest thud rapidly.

"I'm not done with you yet tonight, pet," Draco cooed as he rolled her over the top of him, smirking when his newly hardening cock slid against her sensitive flesh, earning him a wanton moan from her lips.

Granger's eyes closed as her hips experimentally moved against him, trying to find the best place to settle on top of him and it was driving him mad.

"Tell me what to do, Master," she said drunkenly as she rotated her hips clockwise once and then counterclockwise two times. "I'm your's to command."

"You are mine," Draco agreed, as he placed his hands along her hips, pulling her down as his hips bucked up against her. "I want you to show me what it would mean to be your's."

END.