Wild Side III
Hermione snuck into her room after finishing up the day with the Ukrainian foreign and trade minsters. Just a dull day sitting and listening to policy procedures but on the bright side they had managed to finish early and she could come get ready for the ball being held in the ministry without having to think about Draco Malfoy. Evading Draco Malfoy was not an easy task but there was a reason she had been called the smartest witch of their age. She knew when to pick her battles.
She showered and washed her hair quickly, choosing not to linger in the rather damp smelling bathroom. The budget for sending junior staffers anywhere was a pittance so they always ended up sleeping in the worst inns. She was avoiding thinking about what Draco had said earlier on. Inside she was quivering; she didn't know with what...desire or fear or maybe it was a mixture of both.
She had picked out a beautiful burnished gold gown for the party, wanting to put her best foot forward in this new relationship that she was helping the two countries forge.
If there was anything Hermione had learned after school and just being friends with Ginny Potter in general was how to doll herself up for a ball. Jumping out of the shower she quickly grabbed a bottle of Sleekeazy and thoroughly massaged the oil into her long tresses; enjoying the bergamot and vanilla fragrance.
Humming, next she added a drop of Follow Me oil behind her ears and on her pulse points, anyone walking past Hermione tonight would get the sweet smell of opium mixed with mogra flowers wafting towards them... mysterious and sinuous.
The oil was ancient American folk magick or hoodoo; Hermione considered herself to be a student of all forms of magic but she felt a secret affinity to the sexy, sexual world of folk magic, enjoying its earthy sensuality and homage to the goddess and tonight she wanted more than anything for one man in particular to feel the sensual, drugging effects of the oil.
She wanted to beguile Draco of that she was certain. Hermione knew that once he had her nothing wold be the same again; either it would be the most heady experience of her life or one of incredible heartache because the man that Draco Malfoy had grown into had the ability to enchant her senses like no other.
She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror, she didn't feel like she needed to do much in terms of makeup today. Her caramel skin looked unusually flushed but also healthy and rested. Hermione added some sooty mascara to her lashes and brushed on a bold red lip. Waving her wand, she quickly dried her hair before braiding it into a crown and wrapping it around her head.
The last bit before leaving were her clothes, laid out meticulously on her bed. Soft white satin panties, her simple yet dramatic gold velvet gown and a pair of gold heels that wrapped around her slender legs gladiator style.
Before stepping out of the door Hermione turned to look at herself in the mirror, almost not recognizing the animated face of the woman looking back at her. Whose chest rose rapidly, the flush that had begun on her cheeks spreading to the creamy swells of her breasts and who felt the hint of damp in her panties... excited.
She knew Draco, Daddy... would get angry that she had left without his escort but the mischievous part of her, the same one that often warred and lost to her more practical senses wanted to test his mettle. She gave a self-conscious giggle before nervously smoothing down her outfit, hyper aware of the bareness of her walnut brown arms and the vulnerable back of her neck.
She looked good, those sooty lashes covering whiskey eyes... brimming now with desire thinking about the man who would be her lover. She knew she had told him that they would discuss it but if Hermione was being totally honest, she would never have said no to the opportunity anyway. Draco Malfoy was everything she wanted in her fantasies and now it was time to see if reality could live up to it.
It had felt good to allow him to simmer though...
...
Draco
Draco knew that the little minx would disobey him the moment his back was turned. He also knew it was a futile project to trudge up to Hermione's room and knock on the door. She had probably gotten in early and left to get to the ball without him just to flout his authority. Not that he minded, Draco was looking for any excuse to spank the delectable Miss. Granger.
It's ten swats for that alone, baby. He would relish taking her across his knee once the damn circus was done. Draco didn't much care for balls, parties or most people. He was anti-social at the best of times and hostile most of the time.
After about five minutes of fruitless knocking on her inn door, he simply apparated to where the ball was being held. His slow to rise temper getting heated.
Point babygirl, he thought with a laugh.
The large building where the event was being held was lit up with little fairies clinging to the branches of the trees that lined the long, circular driveway leading up to the large open doors. Classical music and the sound of soft conversation floated down, as well as the tinkling of crystal. Draco gritted his teeth, he detested gatherings like these. He'd been subject to them most of his life and now as an adult chose to forgo them in favour of the company of his dog and a good book.
But Granger was in there and there was no way in hell he was letting any of these snivelling little bastards near her. Hermione had an innate sweetness and sense of diplomacy that stopped her from really being rude when men pressed to take advantage of her time.
Plus, she was his to protect, in more ways than one now. When he had told her that they would be continuing the discussion of their relationship later Draco knew there would be no more discussion. Hermione Granger would be his.
While he was used to claiming the things he wanted ruthlessly, with Hermione Granger the claiming would be mutual. He had seen the bright, arousing light in her eyes after he had kissed her and knew she wanted him as much he wanted her... to make love to her, to dominate her, to fuck her into submission.
Grey eyes darkened at even the thought of her rejection and carelessly, like his habit had become since his hair grew out in prison, he ran his large, tan hand through his blond hair regretting that he hadn't bothered to shave or change before coming here.
The men apprating at points near him were dressed in well-appointed dress-robes and some in well-tailored tuxedos and the women in any manner of luxurious of fancy dress; magical or muggle. The jewels were out on full display and Draco looked down at his outfit ruefully, it wasn't often one could say they had arrived better dressed at a party than a Malfoy. But Draco had been working, his dark shirt and pants complimented by the standard Auror leather vest and dragon hide boots were austere but at least they didn't show dirt.
Putting his clothing at the back of his mind Draco strode down the driveway leading to the large open doors, his tall, muscular frame causing people to back away while he walked in purposefully.
Hermione
Hermione knew from the tingle that made its way down her back that Draco Malfoy had walked in. Even so far away she could feel his presence and her traitorous body responded with such delighted abandon Hermione was starting to believe she was far more carnal than her 20's had led on. She couldn't wait to see him and so subtly she moved her body to face the entrance.
By the Gods... he really takes my breath away, she thought with a sigh.
Draco Malfoy was hewn by an incredibly loving hand; he had obviously not put any effort into dressing for a ball. Dressed as always in his all black Auror's robes with the outer covering shed, leaving him in just a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants he looked like an avenging angel.
She wasn't too far and she could see the dark blond stubble decorating his cheeks and the evidence of the careless running of his hands through his hair. His jaw was clenched and his eyes stony as he surveyed the crowd; breaking them up into quadrants trying to find her.
She wouldn't hide she swore even as she felt herself move behind a pillar. By Merlin, Draco was the most handsome man Hermione had ever seen and she felt a responding tug to his raw appeal in her pussy.
As soon as his eyes caught sight of hers, they hardened and he began to move towards her.
Draco
She looked like a princess, his golden Gryffindor princess. Her warm amber eyes danced, alive with mischief and even though she was partially hidden behind one of the large pillars in the room he knew she wouldn't move until he got to her.
He started to walk towards her when a sudden screams rose from several corners of the room... disorienting him.
Before he realized what was happening the wide-open doors were slammed shut and locked with magic.
One loud hysterical scream was followed by another and the sick sound of something wet thudding against the floor.
Draco didn't need to turn to look, someone had just been killed. Gutted by the sound of it.
The sound of panic was a familiar one to Draco, there was the loud sound of glass crashing to the ground, the smell of singed hair and powerful magic. He felt his blood slow in his veins, his senses knew the acute pain of battle and they opened. Now was not the time for panic.
He caught Hermione's eyes which had now widened with fear and panic. He needed to get to her, it was his job to protect her. That was the priority, he moved away from the large doors and sought the refuge of the long shadows thrown suddenly now that the fairies had fled.
The scene out in the main atrium was one of pure chaos, dozens of men dressed in head to toe black had their wands out. Their battle readiness in direct contrast to the partygoers.
The body of one of the men who had walked into the building before Draco was barely recognizable on the floor, a large gash through his belly displaying the full interior and the floor decorated by his guts, his eyes held no life behind them now and his face was twisted into a disgusting grimace of pain.
Draco watched as one of the Death Eater look-alikes grabbed a young blonde girl who couldn't have been more than thirteen by her hair, yanking her forward until she screamed. One of the many in the fray.
"Enough." Called out a powerful, accented voice in English and Draco turned to see a group of in men the imitation Death Eater gear gathering. "We have come for the English mudblood slut who was involved in the taking of our Dark Lord from us."
Hermione...
He wasn't surprised this was happening, after all it had only been about 12 years since the Great War and many of those in Europe who had supported the Dark Lord had lost a great deal when he was defeated; money, property and of course respect.
Especially in a country like Ukraine; where the minsters were rumoured to be corrupt and the magical community known to survive hand to mouth a turn out like this of women dripping in gold and men with more money in their pockets than most of people saw in a year. There was bound to be something that happened.
This group... whatever they called themselves were smart. They had picked the perfect night. People's guard would be down during a party, everyone just a little drunk on the excellent Elf made wine being served. They weren't just here for Hermione, they were also here for the gold.
Granger was a distraction, what they really meant to take were the jewels from the women they had cornered. Draco could tell from Hermione's pleading eyes she wanted him to help. This had the potential to turn into an international scandal.
He sighed, he was close enough to door which had been locked and could easily force it open but one particular group of men were holding several older, wealthy looking women hostage.
The rest of the crowd had managed to get their wands out and now some pointed towards the group of Death Eaters who held the women hostage and some pointed towards the dozens of other men who surrounded them.
"I wouldn't be so quick with our wands, gentlemen." Came the same heavily accented voice. "After all you wouldn't want me to accidently slip up and hurt one of your wives would you." Each of the men had their wands held to the throats of their captives. One quick Avada and the women would be dead. They couldn't take any chances. "Bring out the mudblood bitch. We know she's here." He demanded again.
Draco warned Hermione with his eyes, "Don't move."
He should have known she'd never listen...
Hermione
"I'm here you bastard. If you have something to say to me." She stepped out boldly, knowing that it was a big mistake but hopefully her approach would distract the men in hoods long enough to disarm them.
All of their wands were so close to the women's throats and the dozen others surrounded the other people at the event. They would have no chance of missing if they chose to end their lives, Hermione couldn't live with that on her conscience. This was one of her first major diplomatic ventures and had the making of a huge political disaster with all the top officials of the Ukrainian magical ministry, their families and children attending this party thrown in her honour.
She knew that if disaster struck here. Now. She would never be able to return to her job in the Ministry of Magic. These men had demanded her specifically, it wasn't a secret she had been travelling to Ukraine since much of her, Harry and Ron's official work was often scrutinized in the press. This was her first time dealing with a problem of such political magnitude.
How had they even gotten into the venue?
She knew from Draco's furious eyes that he was calling her every curse word under the sun right now. It was a good solution and she wasn't about to second guess herself, while the pseudo- Death Eaters were focussed on her Draco with the help of the guards who had appeared from a back entrance and were now sliding quietly along a wall could disarm the contingent of men.
She desperately hoped Draco could read the tilt of her head, he hadn't noticed the scores of men silently edging along the back walls, he was hidden well himself... close to the entrance doors but in the long shadows of some decorative foliage. His stormy grey eyes finally relented in their barrage of glares and followed where her chin was pointed.
The man who had spoken and she assumed was the leader of the terrorist group came forward, still dragging the woman he held, his wand digging into the skin of her neck.
"Whore." He spat vehemently and even though Hermione couldn't see his face she could hear the rage in his voice, "I lost everything because of you, mudblood cunt."
Hermione kept her eyes trained on him, as much as she wanted to look towards where the guards were entering, she couldn't give their presence away. His face was hidden obviously and the accent Slavic but that would be a given seeing as they were in Eastern Europe. He walked with a limp and didn't seem very healthy at all, she could hear the wheezing of his lungs as he breathed.
If she could get to her wand quick enough, she could disarm him without letting the woman he had taken hostage get hurt. She'd have to be quick though. Her wand was in a holster on her thigh but she needed the bastard to come closer.
"What's the matter big man?" she taunted, "Lost everything because a young girl was smarter than your Dark Lord?"
The cold blue eyes behind the mask hardened and he began to drag the distressed matron with an arm around her neck... coming closer to Hermione.
She had a small advantage... a mid-length slit on her gown, a wee bit lower than her holster but if she was quick and he came closer...
When the terrorist was close enough to grab her, she saw his massive hand reaching out like the claw of death towards her.
Quickly Hermione grabbed her wand, "Expelliarmus." His wand flew from his hand but before Hermione could look around her, she had to contend with a very large, very angry man intent on hurting her.
"Run!" she screamed pushing the older woman away.
Before she could move away though a large, meaty hand clamped down on her small foot... crushing it.
"Get away from me." She snarled.
"Not so strong now, mudblood bitch." Taunted the bastard.
Nearly blinding her a light flashed above his head, "Stupefy."
Draco, she sighed... he'd come for her...
...
"Fuck Hermione." He said, helping her up, "Fuck..." for the first time that night Hermione felt better, he hugged her close and she could smell his woodsy scent.
"That was really scary." She confessed into his throat, "I guess I really should reconsider going on field assignments."
Draco just tightened his arms around her, "You're going to get spanked for this babygirl, you know that right."
"Mm-hmm." Hermione murmured, drugged by the warmth of Draco's body. Her heart had stopped racing and all she wanted to do was remain in his arms. "What happened to everyone else?" she whispered up to him.
"Plenty of guards came once an alarm was sounded, they were smart this group...whoever they are. There was a series of fire's set to important buildings in the complex to distract most of the guards and they managed to get in, one by one."
"Do we know who they are?"
"Doesn't matter." He said firmly, "It's not our job to deal with them. We're going back to the inn."
"But it was me they wanted." She protested.
"No baby it was the gold they wanted, you were a very convenient excuse, however."
"Thanks." She huffed, pushing past him.
The Minster of Magic was there surrounded by some very distressed government officials all talking over one another, she made her way over to him. Hermione felt terrible, if only she hadn't been the one sent.
"Miss. Granger." He said a grave look of sadness on his face, "I do apologize for what you experienced tonight." He was incredibly handsome, this Ukrainian Minister of Magic. With raven black hair and a touch of silver at his temples he was unspeakably elegant but also incredibly warm with chocolate eyes and an inviting mouth that was often turned up in a smile. Except right now.
"Please!" she said, "I guess... some people still haven't forgotten. I would like to apologize...for being here, giving them this opportunity."
"They would have found any reason to do it, don't take it to heart." He consoled, laying a hand on the young woman's shoulder. "You should go back home and rest. I can see the young man sent to guard you glaring a hole into my skull right now." He laughed heartily. "We will deal with these men in our own way."
"But..."
"Enough Granger." She felt Draco's large hand clamp down on her waist, "Inn. Now."
"Don't order me like I'm a dog, Malfoy." She huffed.
"Dogs are far more obedient." He muttered under his breath.
"Draco Malfoy. I don't know your middle name! You did not just compare me. Hermione Jean Granger your colleague and ...er...friend to a dog." She said whipping around to face him too fast, her leg giving out from under her.
"Ack!"
"Graceful..." he muttered dryly bending down to where she had fallen. "What happened to your foot, baby?"
"Shut up." She replied with no real heat behind it, "That idiot, whoever he was. What's his name anyway?"
"Kushnir... Andrii... Kushnir, one of the oldest magical families here in the East. Lost a great deal of gold and land when he was persecuted for dark magic after the second war."
"Well he crushed my foot, he was strong." She said, "And sick, you should tell one of these men that he was wheezing."
"I don't think they'll care much, baby." He said wryly, sitting down on his haunches beside her, "Want me to heal you?" he asked gently, brushing her hair behind her ear. "You're a mess."
"Um... thanks." She tried not to get too offended.
"Sexy mess." He confirmed. She did look wonderful if a little bloody and mussed, "I'll heal you but you have to promise to come back to the inn quietly."
"No spanking." She negotiated.
"No chance, babygirl. No spanking means no sex." He laughed at her frown.
"But you said you wanted me." Even she knew that wasn't fair, they were both setting out to explore something new between them. A relationship dynamic that functioned on the fact that when she acted out, she was to be disciplined... and she wanted that, merlin did she ever but not today... it had been exhausting.
"Okay, today how about I heal you... we go back, you get in your pyjamas and we talk?" Draco suggested gently, "You look like you need to sleep."
"You'll stay?" she asked, feeling very tired all of a sudden.
He nodded before performing a quick Episkey that helped with her bruised foot.
"Okay, let's go. I'm exhausted." She held a hand out expecting him to help her up, instead Draco simply put one hand behind her legs and one around her shoulders before picking her up. Cradled against her chest.
"What're you doing?" she gasped.
He gave her the 'look', a mixture of annoyance and an incredibly intimidating glare that made her shut up before marching out of the building.
Hermione remained silent and enjoyed the novel feeling of someone carrying her, it made her feel little. Precious. She found that she quite enjoyed the experience, especially being that close to Draco's face. He really was handsome she thought dreamily and very stern. When they were younger Draco Malfoy had been mean but powerful which attracted all sorts of people to him... they admired him and loathed him at the same time, both worshipped and reviled him...she had hated him but this wasn't the same boy she had gone to school with. This was a man.
He was still a bit mean though, except it was much nicer now.
Hermione realized for the first time in their short and tumultuous adult acquaintance which she believed only started from their meeting in Poison was that she knew next to nothing about him.
"What's going on in that brain, girl?"
She felt the rumble of his deep voice against her cheek, it was both soothing and incredibly sexy.
"I was just thinking about how, you and I... we know very little about each other now."
"So, go ahead, tell me everything there is to know about you."
"That's ridiculous..." she huffed into his chest, "and a romance novel trope. You have to ask me questions, you can't be interested in everything I do. Like are you interested in how I drink my tea? Or if I wet the brush and then add toothpaste or add toothpaste and then wet the brush."
"Here's something new I've learned about you." He muttered darkly, "You're incredibly annoying."
"You knew that already." She pointed out, "You can't take all that growly 'I want to be your dom' stuff back now. You've known I'm incredibly annoying since school."
"I don't take it back, idiot." He said, a rush of affection filling him. "Do you know how fucking scared I was when you stepped out from behind that damn pillar?"
"You should have more faith, Malfoy. It's hard to squash us mudblood cockroaches." She chuckled.
"We gotta aparate now okay, just hold on."
Hermione felt the familiar tug in her belly and before long they were standing in alleyway behind their inn.
In the dark Draco set her on her feet before roughly pushing her up against the wall. "Don't call yourself that again, Granger." He said, his voice dark and dead serious.
"It's just a joke, Draco." She said, running both hands against his broad shoulders. "Besides I'm sure I've been called worse. By people you know." She said.
Instead of replying he kissed her... long and hard. His lips deep and drugging as they sipped from hers again and again. "I'm sorry, you know that right. Truly and honestly, sorry."
"I know, Draco." She whispered, urging his head down again. "Kiss me again."
"Inside, baby."
Hermione wanted to protest but he was looking fairly intent so she let him herd her inside and then take her up to her room. She fully intended to entice him into kissing her again. Her body felt warm; both from his proximity and the deep arousal his kiss had ignited.
Just because she didn't want their first time together to be in a dingy inn room that didn't mean she couldn't take advantage of having him there for a little under the clothes heavy petting... just to make herself feel better after her ordeal of-course.
Hermione undid the wards around her room and followed Draco inside.
"Come on, baby." He urged gently, "You're covered in soot and other shite. Let's get you into the shower."
She complied with him easily, letting him slip the straps of the golden gown down her shoulders... allowing it to pool around her feet. Next he helped her undo her shoes, slipping them off her feet with particular care shown to her bruised right foot.
"He really latched on huh?" Draco said softly, examining her foot gently while she stood steady with her hands against his shoulders.
"Doesn't hurt much anymore." She murmured studying the top of his head. Did people have handsome heads, Draco certainly did... how unfair, she huffed. How was she supposed to compare to his hotness, what about her belly pooch? Surely he wouldn't...
He distracted her by next he helped her slip out of her panties and undid her hair which was covered in debris.
Hermione studied him warily, her one arm covering her breasts protectively and other hand splayed out in front of her mound.
"Shower?" she whispered uncertainly. She hadn't done anything like this before, so she didn't know the protocol.
Draco grinned down at her carefully neutral face.
"Go in, baby." He urged gently, "I'll come in and wash you back."
She flushed before rushing into the bathroom.
Gods, she was lovely. Draco had to take a deep breath to compose himself. His cock was stiff with arousal. Hermione was utterly beautiful; skin the colour of café mocha and soft curves that begged the attention of his fingers. He was obsessed with her; intelligent, witty and strange, he knew that no matter how much time had passed since school Draco Malfoy was still smitten. No one else had ever captured his attention like the wonderful muggleborn waiting breathlessly for him in the shower right now.
He slowly stripped, urging his unruly body to calm down. Hermione had just been through something traumatic and he also guessed she wished for a safer place than this one to begin their Daddy/babygirl play. But asking him not to touch her would be impossible.
So, he walked to the bathroom, his single-minded focus on her.
Hermione was... excited and trepidatious at the same time. The door of the shower opened and there he was... in all his steamy glory.
"Holy..." she breathed, "You're hot."
Draco burst out laughing, pleased with her greedy study of his body.
"You're gorgeous too, baby." he said gently, "I'm a lucky man."
Hermione flushed happily. She knew Draco Malfoy was hot but just how hot he was didn't really come into focus unless he had his clothes off. She studied his powerful body forgetting her shyness, it was a wonderland for her senses and fingers to explore.
"Did you have some Viking in your ancestry, Malfoy?" she asked breathlessly.
"I'm sure I do, Granger." He laughed, scooping up the bottle of shower gel. Lime and strawberries; appropriate. Sweet and tart like Granger. "Why don't you do some research into it."
She nodded solemnly before asking, "Were you surprised when you grew so tall?" She said wonderingly, gathering the courage to venture closer, soothing her small hands over his large chest.
He looked at her strangely, "My father's the same height, lovely. He just spent a great deal of time inside the house, being lord of the manor. That's why he looked pale and his hair remained silver. Being an Auror is physical work; its often outside where the sun bleaches your hair and darkens you skin, you get cursed and that leaves behind scars on your body and you have to work your body because being physically weak leaves you vulnerable."
"I just remember you being so different, Draco." Her hands were curiously close to his cock and Draco's body jerked with recognition.
"Careful darling." He warned, "You're playing with fire."
The tactile pleasure of touching Draco Malfoy's hard, warm body outweighed the warning in his words and Hermione drew closer, her small hands gently exploring breadth of his body.
Draco squirted some of the gel onto his hands before glaring at her, "You can explore later. Let's get you clean first."
Hermione allowed him to gently soap up her arms and wash her feet and legs before he moved on to more intimate territory.
"I've dreamt about these breasts often, baby." He said huskily, his large hands fully covered her breasts while his rough thumbs brushed over her throbbing pink nipples, "Will you be wet?" he teased huskily, "If I reach down and check."
Hermione nodded mutely, her eyes wide and her breath hitched.
"Take your hands lower, sweet." He murmured. "You have such lovely breasts, baby. I've dreamed about your how sweet your lovely pink nipples will be, what colour they'll be... this sweet baby pink or maybe a peach or a gorgeous chocolate brown."
Hermione sighed in pleasure before doing as he asked, her delicate fingers traversed down her torso to where her pussy lips glistened with her arousal. Draco slid one hand down her back to her bum, cupping it as he parted her legs to look at the mound between them.
"Fuck babygirl." he breathed, "You're so pretty... pink and swollen."
"Do you like that, Daddy...?" she asked uncertainly, her voice rife with hesitation. She had nothing to worry about because as soon as she used the word Draco's eyes darkened with desire. Making her feel indestructible.
"We're just going to play a little okay, baby. I just want you to let go and trust Daddy on this one, Merlin help me." He sounded agonized.
"Okay Daddy." She found herself agreeing to whatever he said, falling deeper into her Little space, despite his agony Hermione wasn't scared he'd do something to hurt her.
"Pick a safe word baby. In case you want to stop, not that we're playing hardcore right now but for future reference."
"Beelzebub." She blurted out without thinking.
"Beelzebub huh? From Paradise Lost." He asked, his hands stopping on her body, his eyes studying her curiously.
"Yes, wait... you've read Paradise Lost?" she said, embarrassed than confused.
"There are a great many things you don't know about me, Miss. Granger." He chided, tapping the end of her nose gently. "Okay Beelzebub it is, if you ever feel like I've gone too far in the future use it and I'll stop right away."
"Why do you say future, why not from now?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"Because you and I aren't having sex. Not here and not until you take your spanking, babygirl."
"Why do you have to spank me?" she scowled at him.
"You know full well. As your boyfriend and Daddy, I am horrified that you would put yourself in the dangerous position of leaving without your escort and as your security I am horrified at the way you dodge Aurors who are just trying to do their job."
"But I haven't said yes to you being my boyfriend or my Daddy just yet, Draco. Plus, I don't think any transgressions that happened today should count since I didn't technically agree to anything yet." She negotiated skilfully.
"Spanking or no deal. And I swear Hermione Jean that I can outwait you. Plus, you knew the day I saw you." He said darkly. "That you were meant to be mine." He rasped, lifting the hand that had been cupping her breast gently to her throat.
Hermione's breath hitched, all the books she had read... nothing, absolutely nothing had prepared her for Draco Malfoy's brand of dominance. His eyes were swirling with wild emotion, almost feral and they told her they wanted her.
And lo a surprise... she wanted him back, Hermione ached, craved to be the centre of someone's life. Someone to love her and care for her like... Draco did... like Daddy did...
"I'll do it, but not here Daddy." She whispered worrying her lip, "It's dirty." Her nose wrinkling.
"We'll go back to Daddy's place okay babygirl." he said, smiling down at her warmly. "You really are a good girl."
Hermione felt herself glow at the praise.
"Come baby, we've been in the water too long... you'll be all pruny if you don't get out now."
Hermione frowned, she had hoped her Daddy would give her, her promised orgasms... well not promised but implied.
Draco ushered her out, smiling secretly at her naked display of disappointment. He did admit; there was something beautiful about an untrained sub and particularly Hermione with her charming Little air and obvious innocence.
She stepped into the towel he held out for her, frowning up at him. "I can do it myself Draco."
"Daddy." He reminded her gently, wrapping her snugly in the towel, "and while I'm here you don't have to. Daddy's here to look after you babygirl, remember."
She acquiesced and Draco enjoyed the look of bliss on her face as her thoroughly dried her, stopping for a moment longer than necessary on her sweet cleft.
Hermione studied her Daddy through hooded eyes, he showed no indication that his painful looking arousal was bothering him.
"What're you staring at babygirl?" he asked gruffly from where he was drying her foot.
"Take me to bed please, Daddy." She blurted out.
Draco's eyes darkened and he abruptly sprang up, snagging her in his arms. Out of the bathroom, he dropped her on the bed before going rooting through her bag.
"What are you looking for?" she asked softly.
"Something for you to wear to bed, baby?"
"Right now?" she asked, hurt.
"Granger..." he groaned, "Baby listen... you are hurt and have had a rough evening. You need to get to bed."
"Don't you want me, Daddy?" she asked again, her eyes soft and luminous.
Fuck it... Draco thought, he really was going to be nice and considerate for once but her whiskey eyes were pleading with him.
Hermione knew the moment he groaned she had him and so she shed the towel and opened her legs, her slender fingers going down to part the petals of her pussy.
Draco couldn't take his eyes off her.
"You know, Daddy." She whispered softly, keeping her fingers right where he could see them, "I came like this that night last week, when you came to chase me out of your club." she pouted. She wanted him to come closer...
"Didn't come to chase you out." He whispered dazed, unable to move. His eyes greedily following her slender brown fingers playing with her sweet, wet cunt. "Couldn't have any of those bastards seeing you."
"Why Daddy?" she moaned, her fingers now strumming her clit. Her fingers weren't enough... she wanted Draco to touch her but he looked like he was glued to his spot... his eyes trained on her with lethal precision.
"Mine." He ground out, advancing on her suddenly. Hermione let out a gasp as she felt his strong hands grasp her thighs and pull them apart. Draco bent down and kissed his wanton woman, her wild curly hair was still damp and her skin smelt like lemons and he wanted her more than his next breath. "Because you're mine."
His mouth ground into hers and Hermione reached out to grasp his strong arms, her body quaking with more pleasure from just his kiss than anything any other partner had managed to get out of her.
"Daddy!" she keened out loud as she felt his fingers part her pussy lips with infinite gentleness, this was the first time he had touched her down there!
Draco felt lightheaded as her tight sheath clamped down on his fingers and her beautiful eyes almost rolled shut with pleasure. It wouldn't take much for her to cum now, he could tell from her gasping breaths and the flush on her chest.
Today had been a trying day for her, he thought looking down at her affectionately. Her mouth was open in that adorable 'O' that Draco loved so much, her lips plump and full from his ravaging kisses through the evening.
Draco kissed her hard again, his tongue swirling inside her lips, his large blunt fingers playing with her sweet cleft, going deeper and deeper into her warmth.
"I'm a fucking saint." He murmured to himself as his baby began to chant his name, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
"Daddy!" she screamed suddenly, creaming all over his hand, "Cumming!"
"Next time baby..." he said in his dark, gruff voice, "If you cum without permission, I'll spank your ass red."
"Mmmhmmm..." muttered Hermione, her body quaking with the effects of two strong orgasms. Her Daddy had played her body like a well-tuned instrument, it hadn't even taken her a few minutes of cum. "What about you, Daddy?" she asked dreamily when he shifted her to lay on top of him.
"You don't worry about me, babygirl." he said, his voice gruff with desire, "I won't die if I don't take you one more day... sleep now, it's been a tough night."
And so, Hermione did, on his chest, in his arms...surrounded by warmth and security.
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A/N- Hi all, so I'm still sick and this seemed like a fun chapter to upload while in bed with the flu. Because I seem to have the free time rn I deffo think I'm gonna do another chapter just related to the smut and an epilogue if anyone is interested.
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