Draco took a moment to reflect on where he found himself. The war won, the last of the resistance effectively crushed, the power he had amassed was well beyond what most wizards would ever dream of. His ambitions, of course, were all but boundless, but even he had to admit that his bucket list was growing ever shorter.

That brought him to one major item he had just ticked off that list. Hermione Granger. Perhaps his greatest nemesis over the past decade. Certainly no one else had occupied his thoughts as much as she had... and now she was his. Suspended in front of him as she was, arms and legs stretched out taut with only her panties to cover her up, it took everything Draco had in him to maintain his cool demeanor. His heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst, there were so many things he wanted to do to her, with her, that he could barely figure out where to begin.

Draco stood and slowly walked around Hermione in a wide circle. Stopping directly behind her, he stepped close and lightly trailed his fingers up her spine, from the small of her back to the nape of her neck. Hermione couldn't help but shiver at his touch, which brought a smirk to his lips and his pulse steadied a little. He was in control here, she was at his mercy, he reminded himself. His fingers spread under her hair, and grasping it firmly, he pulled her head backwards. Placing his lips against her ear, his breath made her shudder.

"Shall we see what other noises you can make?" he said softly.

With his other hand he began to slowly dance his fingers up and down her side. Hermione began to squirm and giggle softly as he teased her ribs, with fits of laughter as he occasionally ventured into her armpit. Letting go of her hair, he started exploring both sides at once.

After a few minutes his hands started spidering around her back as well. Hermione shivered as he traced a finger along her spine again. He hooked his finger in the waistband of her panties and pulled it away from her skin, allowing his other hand to venture just a little bit further... she jumped as he let the elastic snap back into place.

He began to dance his fingers along the line of her panties across her ass. He grinned as she tensed and clenched, trying to escape his fingers.

"Oh, does someone have a ticklish bum?" he said, mockingly.

Hermione began to giggle and laugh as his fingers wandered from her ass to the backs of her knees... up and down... eventually he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her hips back into his hips. She tensed as his hands slid slowly up over her stomach and ribs, but a soft moan caught her by surprise as he caressed her breasts.

As he began to squeeze more firmly, she felt his lips on the back of her neck. Without thinking she tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck, which he readily took advantage of, kissing and biting. His left hand brushed up against her nipple, already firm with arousal.

His lips pressed up against her ear as he whispered, "This isn't turning you on, is it? Strong, independent Hermione Granger... really though, you're just a submissive little mudblood slut... desperate to be helpless at the hands of a powerful wizard."

Draco's words drew a deep moan from Hermione as she rocked her hips back against him. With his left hand he pinched her nipple and began to slowly tug. His right hand drifted downward and grazed the front of her panties, drawing a sharp gasp. His fingers ran up and down, pressing a bit more firmly with each stroke, venturing further and further between her legs.

"I don't think we can blame the rain for this wet spot... It looks like you're getting yourself all worked up... Do we need to get these panties off you before you make a real mess of them?"

Hermione bit her lip, trying... and failing... to stifle another moan. Draco stepped around in front of her and raised his wand.

"*Papilifors*"

In an instant her underwear was transformed into a dozen butterflies of various sizes and colors. They lingered for just a moment before taking flight, circling upwards and disappearing into the forest canopy above, leaving her totally exposed. Hermione's face and chest flushed crimson as Draco stood a few feet in front of her, just staring.

Without breaking eye contact, he stepped towards her and slowly trailed his fingers down her arms to her breasts, where he began to play with her nipples again. Leaning in to kiss her, she turned away from him. His left hand leapt to her throat, and with a tight grip he turned her face back towards him and locked his lips on hers.

His right hand began to move down her side, along her waist, and his fingers began to trace the creases of her hips. Breaking away from the kiss, he kept his hand on her throat and his face inches from hers as the fingers on his right hand began to explore inward. Hemione started to tremble as his fingers finally reached reached their goal.

He continued stroking lightly up and down, keeping his eyes locked on hers. Hermione had long since given up any attempt to hold her composure... After a few minutes, she was a quivering mess. Draco moved in to kiss her again, this time meeting no resistance. His hand pulled away from her throat, replaced by his lips. He worked his way down the left side of her neck and shoulder, pausing from time to time to make her gasp with a gentle bite.

As his lips started to move toward her breast his fingers began to stroke her more firmly, every few strokes spending a moment tracing a circle around her clit. Eventually his lips reached her left nipple and he began to tease her with his tongue. Hermione arched into him, and he took more of her breast into his mouth.

Draco began to move his mouth back and forth between her nipples, continuing to increase the intensity, sucking and biting as Hermione grew ever more desperate in her movements. Draco took his time here, spending quite a while savoring Hermione's reaction to his touch. Eventually he stopped and grabbed her waist with both hands. Holding her firmly, he began to slowly kiss his way down her stomach. Hermione's eyes widened as his destination became clear.

Her body had no idea how to react... Draco's tongue began to explore sensitive, intimate areas, while his hands started to tease and tickle her ass and knees. Her moans frequently broke into fits of laughter and groans of frustration.

Eventually he let her simply focus on the attentions of his tongue, as it began to focus in ever tighter circles. His fingers started to lightly caress her inner thighs, sweeping his fingers further up her legs each time, before finally beginning to tease the opening between her legs with his fingers. Hermione began to whine and with what little freedom of movement she had, she tried to urge his fingers deeper.

And deeper they went... very, very slowly. Maddeningly shallow at first, Draco began to fuck Hermione with two fingers. Gradually her frustration was replaced by overwhelming waves of pleasure as he began to push deeper and faster, all the while swirling his tongue around and over her clit.

Hermione only lasted a minute or so before her body shook, straining against the vines, as a powerful orgasm swept over her. When she was finally still, he stood and slumped into one of the chairs.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. All this research is certainly hard work."

He reached over and picked up the pocketwatch.

"Maybe it's time we took a break and I told you more about this little device. I found it in a wooden case in that wardrobe, along with a few other accessories. The case itself was too worn to make out any writing, but I did find a single reference to it in a text on a nearby shelf. It's known as a 'Voluptor'. It was developed in the early 20th century, around the same time that muggle doctors were creating various mechanical devices to treat 'hysteria' in women. While the wizard who created this device had the same flawed understanding of physiology, I think you'll find that their solution was extremely elegant."

"Thanks to those strands of hair, the Voluptor is now bound to you. It has now had an opportunity to learn a bit about you, so rather than telling you about it, how about I just show you?"

Draco twisted the bezel of the Voluptor a few degrees clockwise. Hermione's eyes widened as she suddenly felt a soft stroking sensation on her inner thigh. Hermione couldn't quite wrap her mind around the sensation. It was definitely not like any physical touch, but was almost more intense because of it. The pattern was irregular, and without any sort of visual clues, each stroke was a surprise.

Draco twisted the bezel a little further and a similar sensation began to trace circles around her nipples.

"As I'm sure you've figured out, the primary use of this device is to cause physical pleasure for the person it is bound to. The sensations it's able to produce are based on your experiences. It will experiment and learn on its own as well, but for now it's mostly going to stick with what it has seen to work. I hope you're ready for round two... the only difference is this time I get to just sit back and watch."

Over the next half hour he used the Voluptor to gradually build Hermione back up. It wasn't a steady path, he turned the intensity up and down, sometimes turning it off entirely. The Voluptor learned very quickly how to work with her body. It could focus on multiple areas at once, or switch from spot to spot instantly and without warning. Draco brought her right to the edge, then turned back the intensity slightly.

Rising to his feet and walking over to her, he pulled her body up against his, grasped the base of her hair and pulled her head back. He began to roughly kiss her neck as her body quivered on the verge of orgasm.

"Are you ready to come for me?" He demanded.

Hermione managed to nod between gasps. Draco spun the bezel the rest of the way and Hermione experienced what was easily the most intense orgasm of her life. Her whole body tensed and her breathing became so shallow that for a moment Draco thought she stopped entirely. A few seconds later she let out an intense scream which faded into a shaky moan. Eventually she simply hung from her arms, her chest heaving against him as she panted for breath.

Draco let go of her hair, tucking a few strands that had fallen in front of her face back behind her ears. He kissed her forehead and flourished his wand. The roots wrapped around her legs fell away and the vines binding her arms lowered her gently to the ground before retreating back into the ceiling. Hemione felt like melting into a puddle on the ground, but Draco wrapped his arms around her and led her through the small door beside the fireplace.

Through the door was a modest room with a bed, table, and chair. There was a second door in the far corner, but no other doors or windows that she could see. A floating lantern in the center of the room provided dim light. Draco led her across the room and sat her on the bed.

"Welcome to your accommodations. It's a little sparse, but I think you'll find it more than sufficient. The bathroom is through that door, and that small lever on the wall controls the lantern. I would recommend getting a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day..."

Draco turned and left. As he closed the door behind him it vanished, leaving no trace in the surface of the smooth stone wall.

Hermione flopped back on the bed, breathing deep heavy sighs as she tried to collect the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her head. The rush of adrenaline she felt was as much from excitement as it was apprehension.

Hermione's feelings toward Draco had always been complicated from nearly the first time they met. She immediately learned how he felt about her, which was a blow to her people-pleasing personality, and she would have tried to ignore him but he was good competition in classes which made that impossible. The only thing Hermione liked more than impressing people with her intelligence was beating them with it.

Things grew even more complicated in their fourth year at Hogwarts, with surges of hormones and the realization that boys in general, and Draco in particular, could inspire some very exciting feelings. Not sure how to handle these new feelings, Hermione had begun to make a habit of verbally prodding Draco. Clever as he was, her wit generally won the day, and she remembered clearly a particular exchange that had left him red faced and drew giggles from his entourage. That had been a step too far.

He caught up with her later that day, in a quiet hallway. He grabbed her by the arm, and pushed her back against the wall with her wrists pinned at her sides. Leaning in close, he made it clear that she was never to do that again. Hermione had no memory of what he actually said, if she even heard it at the time. What she did remember, however, was her heart nearly beating out of her chest.

This was the spark that slowly grew into a raging fire in her fantasies. The feeling of Draco taking control, of being powerless as he did what he wanted with her. These ideas had occupied her daydreams for years, but the thought of her daydreams playing out in real life...

Inevitably her train of thought led her to revisit some of her more creative imaginings. Scenes that had been played over and over in her head for years suddenly had a far more tangible setting.

Her eyes shot open as she suddenly realized she had gotten so wrapped up in her own imagination that she had forgotten all about her friends at the safe-house. Their pursuers must be closing in if they had managed to track her down. She needed to find a way to escape, or at the very least get a message to them. She looked back over at the wall where the door had been. Clearly there was nothing to be done tonight... Hermione turned off the lantern and climbed into bed. Sleep was the priority now, she needed to be well rested; surely an opportunity would present itself tomorrow, she just needed to be ready.