Chapter 7

Hermione emerged from the loo and saw Malfoy still sitting in the armchair, quiet in contemplation. His erection had receded, and she wondered what he was thinking. She had stripped for him, he'd poked and prodded her body in completely intrusive and humiliating ways, and then she'd slapped him. He had deviated from whatever he had planned with the spanking - maybe he was trying to get back on track? She didn't know what he had intended on doing to her after she stripped, but clearly spanking her and making her come wasn't it.

His eyes shifted to her in interest. "It's always the quiet ones."*

"Excuse me?"

Malfoy got up and sauntered slowly over to her. "You're a complete sexual deviant, Granger. Maybe even more so than I am. Who would have guessed?"

"What of it?" She didn't even bother denying it at this point. Hermione had learned more about herself tonight than she'd ever wanted to know, and with him of all people. If she denied it or acted ashamed, he'd only use it against her.

He smiled and looked off to the side. "Nothing, it's just surprising."

She furrowed her brows. What had he said? "You think I'm quiet?" She may not be as boisterous as some of the Weasleys or Lavender or Seamus, but she wasn't quiet. "I speak up in class all the time and I've never shied away from making my opinions known. Not to my friends, not to you, not to our professors, not to anyone."

He reached out and palmed her breast, stroking the curve lightly and then kneading the flesh. She swayed as her desire reignited within her. Malfoy's cheeks reddened.

"You're more insulted when I call you quiet than perverted and sexually deviant." He looked at her appraisingly and smirked. "Alright then, it's always the swotty ones."

His second hand moved to join the first, and he gently fondled both her breasts. His touch was light, almost tentative; she had to bite back a whimper.

Instead, she scoffed, but didn't sound nearly as dismissive as she intended to be. "Right. Then Ravenclaw tower would have a secret chamber full of sex toys."

"Sex… toys?" he repeated questioningly, eyebrows raised.

Her eyes widened. Of course. He may be sexually experienced, but the Wizarding world was far more traditional and primitive than the Muggle world in some areas. Many things didn't exist or did not have a magical equivalent. Being a pure-blood elitist put Malfoy at a distinct disadvantage in this regard. And he obviously wouldn't have had access to the internet.

She certainly wasn't going to educate him, lest he get any ideas. "Like whips and chains," she clarified. He had already mentioned them.

He plucked at her nipples, causing her legs to tremble.

It seemed he knew she wasn't telling him the whole truth. "I've never heard anyone call them 'sex toys' before."

He slid his hands around to her back, drawing her closer to him.

"It's a Muggle expression," she replied, her tone challenging. "You wouldn't know."

"Huh." His thumbs stroked up and down her back, giving her chills.

She wondered if wizards like Malfoy understood just how little they knew about the world around them. Their disdain for everything Muggle resulted in an appalling level of ignorance. He didn't seem insulted by her statement, but contemplative. He studied her expression.

"It doesn't bother you?" she asked. "There's eight billion people in the world, and you don't know anything about them."

"Billion?" His voice held a tone of disbelief, but not towards her. Clearly, he had been taught something else but recognized that she would be a better source on this topic in particular.

"Yes, eight billion. The wizarding world is extremely small and narrow in comparison."

Hermione stared up at him defiantly. That's right, Malfoy. There's a whole fucking world out there you know nothing about. She wondered what he was thinking now. She couldn't read the expression in his eyes, but before she could say anything else he unzipped her skirt. It fell down to the floor around her ankles, leaving her completely naked before him.

Oh.

He was done with small talk.

Malfoy slid his hands over her rear and pressed her into him. She brought her hands up to rest lightly on the muscles of his chest. His erection pressed against his trousers, back in full force. His hands kneaded the flesh of her arse and a finger slipped down her crack. She jerked forward as he applied pressure, his motions gentle. Not inside her hole, but close. Teasing.

"Touch yourself. I'll watch."

She flushed at his words. His finger continued to probe the entrance to her anus, and she huffed a breath.

"Here? Now?"

Hermione wasn't exactly eager to masturbate in front of him, but she wanted to get his finger away from her arsehole. He dug his fingers into one of her cheeks, drawing a whimper.

"Make yourself comfortable."

She looked around the room, trying to figure out where a good place to masturbate would be. His hand crept around her hip towards her front and his finger dipped lower all the way to her slit. She shuddered at the contact.

"Always so wet, Granger," he whispered into her ear.

"You're a walking erection," she retorted.

His eyes crinkled with his smile. "You wouldn't want me any other way."

She meant to roll her eyes, but her pelvis jerked forward as his finger slid back and forth between her folds. Her lips parted while he touched her. He reached back around towards her arse, his finger making a slow, hot wet path back to her anus, and he inserted his fingertip into her. Hermione wobbled and let out a grunt, quickly pushing away from him.

He knew she was scared of anal play, and didn't need whips and chains to hurt her. She had to think of something – and soon – otherwise he would force her. She looked at the clock. Eight thirty. She thought of everything that they had done up until now, and the time wasn't even half up. There was no way she could waste enough time to prevent it from happening; she supposed that she'd have to talk her way out of it.

In the meantime, she now had to masturbate in front of him. She glanced over at the couch. That would probably be the most comfortable place for it.

"There," she said, pointing to the couch.

Malfoy nodded, grabbed his wand, and turned the couch and coffee table back around the way it had been before Hermione had moved them. She stood, looking dumbly at the sofa, and wondered how to begin.

He approached her from behind and cupped her breast. "If you don't want to touch yourself, I could bend you over the armrest and take you now," he spoke into her ear.

She looked back up at him. He had a wolfish smile on his face.

She straightened her shoulders, shook his hand off, and walked over to the couch in as dignified a manner as she could. His palm landed on her arse cheek with a quick smack. She shrieked and jumped, grabbing herself from behind as he laughed. He jumped lithely onto the couch as she walked over and stretched his long legs out across the cushions.

He raised his eyebrows impertinently. "Do you even know how?"

She sent him a withering glance, not dignifying his question with an answer. Did she even know how. As if Victor hadn't served as the inspiration for her first fantasies, years ago.

She sat down across from him on the other end of the couch, propping a pillow up against the armrest. While she made herself comfortable, she realized with a start that he had essentially goaded her in the same way as when she had gone down on him. Her attempt had been half-hearted and unsure, so he'd threatened to fuck her mouth and had subtly challenged her ability.

What a sodding manipulative prick.

She looked at him warily. He wore a self-satisfied expression, completely at ease and waiting for her to perform. According to her agreement, she had to do what he said. But she couldn't really fake enthusiasm: she had to find that within herself. He had brought that enthusiasm out of her with a combination of threats and digs at her competency. She had no idea if he intended to follow through on his threats, and she didn't want to call his bluff. What if he wasn't bluffing?

She could masturbate. She just needed to start.

She looked down at herself. She sat cross-legged, facing towards him.

"Spread your legs, Granger."

Right.

Hermione flushed. She had spread her legs in front of him before. This position was arguably more embarrassing, but she didn't feel as nervous or inhibited as she had earlier. Not after everything that had happened. She uncrossed one leg, leaned it against the back of the couch and extended her other, resting her foot on the coffee table.

She looked up at Malfoy. His hands were folded on his stomach, and he had that same dispassionate expression on his face that he'd had when she went down on him.

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you be a tad more expressive?"

He barked a laugh, and then his expression shifted into one more determined as he unzipped his trousers. She watched him lift his bum off the couch and push his trousers and boxer shorts down his legs, kicking them onto the floor.

He leaned forward: tall, pale, and masculine. He rose onto his knees before her, licked his hand, and reached down to stroke his cock with a feral look in his eye. She felt herself contract, watching his hand squeeze his penis, seeing the muscles of his thighs and abdomen strain as he fisted himself.

"Expressive enough for you, Granger?" Malfoy's voice came out in a low growl.

Her mouth went dry, watching him stroke himself. "Yes."

Tentatively, she reached down and pushed her finger inside herself. It wasn't as good as when he had done it, but she was confident she would get herself off. Especially if he kept looking at her that way while he touched himself.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice rumbled.

"Hexing you," was her breathy response.

His lips quirked upwards. He looked like he was going to laugh. "What else?"

She rubbed her clit, keening as a jolt of pleasure ran through her, and threw her head back.

"Tying you up, forcing you to your knees…"

He groaned. "Merlin, Granger you have no idea." His voice was low and his expression teasing, but she could hear the desire behind his words. It was deeper than what he was projecting.

"Making you apologize to – aaaah! – Hagrid for being such a little shite in third year."

He laughed at the unexpected turn of her thoughts. The cushions of the couch shifted as Malfoy approached her on his knees. He settled between her legs, and Hermione could see pre-come at the tip of his cock as he squeezed, his body trembling with each stroke.

She spread her folds so she would have better access to her clit. His lips parted as he breathed heavily, watching her movements. She slipped her fingers inside herself to gather more moisture and rubbed herself faster, arching her back upward. Malfoy continued fisting himself, his arm and shoulder tensing and flexing with each movement as he watched her intently

He raised his hand to his mouth and licked again, bringing it back down to continue stroking. He was sexy, and so male. She didn't even try to hide that she was enjoying the view. Looking into his eyes, looking at his body, watching his hand move in a steady rhythm. She rubbed herself faster. She was on the precipice, almost there...

Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, and he moved her hand away from her clit, pinning her wrist against the couch. She bucked in protest and opened her eyes with a whimper. At first she thought he wouldn't let her come, but then he lowered himself down and covered her vagina with his lips.

His mouth was hot, wet, and open, and she thrust her pelvis forward with a cry. He lay down on the couch and settled down with his head between her thighs, hands spreading her legs apart. That wicked tongue of his that she had been watching - licking his fingers as he flipped book pages, licking crumbs of his thumb, licking droplets from his lips after he drank – was now lathing her folds and pressing on her clit.

She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. His grey eyes locked onto hers, searing her. She was almost there again, and she moaned, pleading with him, giving him incoherent instructions.

T here. Faster. Lighter. No, no, go back. Lower. Right there. Yes. No, that's too - Omigod Malfoy!

He sucked her clit into his mouth, and Hermione bucked into his face as her orgasm blasted through her. He licked her folds as she came down, chest heaving, and she let go of his hair, her hands falling slack on her stomach while her heartbeat slowed.

Malfoy pushed himself up to look down at her, and she at once understood his earlier comment about stuffing her mouth with his cock. His lips were wet with saliva and her arousal. She wouldn't ever be able to look at his mouth again without imagining what it could do, what it would feel like. That mouth which had been teasing her, taunting her, flirting with her. He was so bloody talented. He licked his lips and she felt another coil of desire tighten within her anew.

He narrowed his eyes at her and laid back on the couch. "Suck me off, Mudblood."

Easy.

She was boneless and compliant, sitting up to crawl between his legs. Blow jobs didn't faze her anymore.

"Turn around," he ordered her.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"I want to lick you again while you suck me off."

Hermione flushed at the thought of his tongue on her again. In her.

Awkwardly, she turned around, her knees straddling his torso and looking directly down at his erection. She still couldn't get used to having her arse in the air like this, so exposed to him. It didn't feel comfortable. She imagined that he could see everything; her body, open and ready to be used for his pleasure. It felt wrong, and she felt dirty as she relaxed into the new position.

Merlin, she felt debauched.

And she liked it.

She was about to lower her mouth onto him when she felt his hands grip her thighs and pull her backwards with a jerk. Now she had to stretch to reach him.

She gripped him at the base. Malfoy's prick was still wet with his saliva, and she slid her hand up and down his shaft. He moaned, the sound vibrating against her cunt. He pulled her down to his face while she swallowed him in her mouth and the two of them shuddered at the simultaneous hot, wet contact. She didn't know how long it would take him to come but she didn't think she would last much longer. She was already sensitive from her previous orgasm, and the anticipation of his mouth on her and his tongue inside her had brought her closer.

He was much more vocal this time around. All his grunts, moans, gasps, and unintelligible mutterings were made directly onto her lips, and it felt fantastic. His pelvis kept jerking, and she struggled to hold his cock in place so she wouldn't gag. She knew that she, too, was bucking with each swipe of his tongue, but his strong hands held her still on his face. With all her movements, his tonguing wasn't as deliberate or finessed as before, but the sounds he made and their shared pleasure as she swallowed and licked him made the experience more arousing.

Suddenly, she felt his tongue traverse a line along the length of her middle up to her anus. It paused, circled and then pressed inside. She gasped onto his shaft and nearly fell over.

Hermione looked back. "Malfoy," she tried to make her voice stern, authoritative, but it was shaking.

He leaned his head to the side, eyebrows raised imperiously.

"Put my cock back in your fucking mouth where it belongs, Mudblood."

She growled and turned back to swallow him, scraping him lightly with her teeth on purpose.

He yelled and bucked. She smiled around his member, ready to do it again when she felt something slide inside her anus. She gasped at the sudden penetration and fell forward, her face resting on his thighs. It hurt as she stretched around his finger, and then the shame of the violation spread a heat throughout her body.

"No teeth, Granger." His voice was low, menacing.

"Okay," she gasped.

His finger slid slowly out of her anus. It felt good now. She didn't want it to feel good, but it did, and the lingering shame mixed with her surprised arousal created a heady cocktail. Her core clenched. He'd see that. Before she could sigh in relief, he pushed his finger in again.

"Ohmygod," she huffed out.

It was too much. She didn't know if she could keep sucking him while being violated there. Part of her wanted to lay with her arse in the air to let him do whatever the hell he bloody wanted. She couldn't imagine being debased any more than this. Having his tongue there, his finger there.

She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed his cock again, bobbing her head up and down. His finger slowly slid in and out again while his tongue flicked her clit, and she came, moaning around his shaft. Her pelvis bucked, and she tried not to scrape him with her teeth.

"Mmmmm coming!" She heard him grunt.

Malfoy's fingers dug into her thigh and the digit inside her curled, almost pushing her over the edge again. She was ready for his orgasm this time and made sure her hand was fisted at the bottom, preventing him from gagging her. He let out a strained moan and bucked up, but she kept her mouth steady, swallowing his seed without as much of a mess this time around. She released him and looked back. His eyes were closed and his head lay back on the couch pillow, one hand laying atop his forehead.

"Better this time," he commented breathlessly.

"Find someone who cares."

He huffed a laugh, still breathing hard. After a few moments, he raised himself to lick her again and she shuddered. She was too sensitive. His fingers dug into the flesh of her rear and his thumb entered her cunt.

"Malfoy!" she choked out.

For the third time, her limbs buckled and fell on his legs. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on. His fingers were sliding in and out of both of her holes, in tandem. He was licking her, sucking her while his fingers mercilessly penetrated her. She lay on his legs, arse in the air and eyes squeezed shut. His thigh muscle was hard against her cheek. Too much was happening, and another orgasm rolled through her body. She grabbed the side of his other thigh, contracting around his fingers, and released a guttural moan. He added another finger to her anus and she cried out again more loudly. It felt so good!

He pulled on her, spread her, felt her on the inside, stretched her, violated her. All she could do was lie there, totally slack, and moan while he did what he wanted.

"Dirty, filthy, Mudblood." His voice reverberated onto her lips, and she came again with a low groan, rocking forward.

Hermione didn't know how many times he made her come while he called her names. She was a blubbering mess by the time he'd decided he was done with her. His fingers slipped out, and she shuddered at the loss, whimpering. He pushed her forward, and she fell onto her side. She rolled into the crease of the couch alongside him, boneless, her arm laying loosely over his shins. She felt drained; thoroughly used and defiled. As if all the juice had been squeezed out of her.

Naked.

Discarded.

Empty.

Sated.

Glorious.

Chapter end notes:

*Yes, this is a throwback to the website It's Always the Quiet Ones. Great website, awesome collection and I used to post there. The thing is, I never thought of Hermione as quiet. At all.