The drive to the Malfoy House in Lowndes Square was mainly silent. Nerves and excitement engulfed Hermione as she stared out the window into London's early evening traffic until they stopped in front of one of the white stucco houses that characterize so much of Belgravia.

This was officially her first one-night stand and Hermione wondered what was the proper etiquette for this sort of thing. Should she make small-talk or continue to stay silent until he spoke to her? He guided her through his darkened home to his bedroom, her pumps making harsh clacking sounds on the wooden floor. When they arrived at their destination, he closed the door behind them but didn't lock it. Hermione didn't know what to do and stood against the wall, careful not to lean against it. Lucius flicked his wand and the candle sconces by the bed lit up. He tossed his jacket onto one of the plush chairs near the closet door and stepped toward to her. He took a seat on a sofa that faced the floor-length windows.

He cocked his head back at her. "Are you trying to avoid sitting next to me?"

"No," Hermione breathed out forcing herself to take the necessary steps to join him. She shivered at his close proximity as she lowered herself onto the cushion next to him.

He draped his arm over her shoulders.

"Relax. I'm not going to have my way with you." he said. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you."

"Don't be so nervous. I want you to enjoy yourself. I'm not going to make you do anything against your will. Do you believe me?" he asked her.

She nodded, but his words did nothing to soothe her nerves. "I have to know something. Did you mean what you said to me … when you said you saw me at Flourish and Blotts?"

His lips twitched. "Oh, yes."

Hermione licked her lips and pressed on, "So it's not revenge?"

"Revenge? No," Lucius spoke softly in her ear. "The very idea of it, Miss Granger. I'm not a sadist. I don't humiliate witches for pleasure. It's just you and me tonight. You have the final say in everything. It's just us. Let's play a game. If I do something that makes you feel good, we'll keep going. If not, we'll stop. You will tell me. If anything gets too much for you, we'll go no further. There is one condition though: you have to be perfectly honest. Can you do that?"

"Yes. Sounds simple enough."

"Let's get more comfortable, shall we?" He undid a few buttons on his shirt before pulling it off, revealing a toned torso.

She gulped. How was she expected to relax now?

To keep her shaking hands occupied, she reached down and pulled off her shoes, placing them carefully next to her on the floor.

He bent slightly and kissed her neck.

"Still good?" he asked, his voice husky. She nodded.

"Get up for me." He rose up and extended his hand to her, which she accepted.

His hands slipped round to the zipper on the back of her dress. She stiffened as he began pulling the zip down, but she didn't stop him, and in a few moments the dress was on the floor around her feet and she was in her underwear before him.

He stood back for a second and just looked at her. She was wearing plain silk knickers and matching bra.

He led her to the bed.

"The best feature of this bed is the mattress. Try it out." His breath tickled her skin.

She did as he suggested, enjoying the luxurious fabric beneath her. "Hmm." She could swear that he could hear the thudding beat of her heart.

His hands came up to reverently caress her legs and she moaned in response.

He sighed. "Shall we keep going?"

"Yes." She couldn't turn away. Her brain kept telling her to halt this madness and get out of here, but her body refused to obey. Instead she wanted to surrender to this unexpected seduction.

Emboldened, she leaned into him and touched his chest, exploring his muscles with her hands.

"Yes, touch me." His voice was uneven and thin, lacking its usual resonance.

Hesitantly, she touched him with her lips. Hearing encouragement from him, she charted a slow path of kisses across the expanse of his chest. When her lips encountered his nipple, she raised her head to look at him. His eyes bored into her. Seconds stretched into eternity.

"Do you want me to?" she whispered.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes." Her tongue slipped past her lips to lap at his nipple, teasing it further with delicate licks.

He growled and took her into his arms, lowering his mouth to hers. Ravenous lips fused together. His tongue plunged into her mouth, devouring her. His hand moved to touch her breasts until she whimpered his name against his lips. His hands moved to swiftly remove her bra. When they pulled apart, she heard him whisper an incantation she'd never heard before. The end of his wand lit up with a lilac glow. She watched him lower it to her shoulder. It vibrated against her and she lightly laughed at the sensation as he glided his wand down her arm.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Feels wonderful. Kind of tickles."

He pushed the wand over her nipple, guiding it teasingly all around her areola. She alternately gasped and sighed. He brought the wand to her other breast and repeated the process before tracing it down to the middle of her abdomen and all around her navel. She stole a glance at his face. He clearly enjoyed this slow seduction, and she was completely enthralled by the new sensations he was awakening in her. Lucius's slow approach was melting every bone in her body.

The tip of his wand played along the edges of her knickers. Then he said something else and the lilac glow and vibration ceased.

A hint of a smile danced at the corners of his mouth. "Did you like it?"

"It felt good."

"Raise up," he told her. "Face the window."

She got up and did as he told her, trembling. It was already late dusk and the city lights glittered in the distance.

His footsteps approached her from behind and Hermione saw his ghostly reflection in the window in front of her. Lucius brushed her hair over one shoulder and kissed her neck, sending shivers over her skin.

"I'm going to bind your wrists," he said in a low voice. He pulled her wrists to the small of her back and a black ribbon went around each of her wrists.

Her instinct was to struggle. She tried to control herself but a frightened sound left her lips when the satin tightened.

"Would you like me to unbind you?"

"Not yet."

His hands roamed over her from behind. Lucius caressed up her arms, down her back, over her backside. He moved his hands up her front, stopping at her breasts.

"Turn around," he gruffly ordered.

She did, keeping her eyes on the ground.

"Look at me."

Her eyes flickered up and then down again. She was practically naked and bound. Meeting his eyes felt like an impossibility. He lifted her chin. "Look at me, Hermione."

It was the first time he had ever used her first name and it thrilled her.

"I'm sorry," she breathed out. "I'm trying."

Lucius drew a finger over her cheek, trailing it down her neck, between her breasts, and over the midline of her torso. He stopped when he reached the edge of her underwear.

"Are you aroused?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered in response.

His expression took on a renewed intensity. He slipped his hand into her knickers for verification. When he felt her slickness, his eyes closed.

"Yes, you are."

He took his hand away without stimulating her too much.

"Perfect," he said. "You're shaking. Is it fear, cold, or excitement?"

"Excitement, mostly. A little fear," she admitted. Hermione was so aroused she doubted she'd ever feel cold again.

"If we had the whole weekend, I would just drive you insane tonight. I wouldn't even take off your knickers until morning, no matter how much you begged me." He paused, heated amusement ruling his features. "Have you ever begged for someone to touch you, Hermione?"

She swayed on the spot. She could imagine herself there, so needy and knowing that her need aroused him.

"No," she answered.

He brushed a curl over her shoulder.

"Kneel on the bed," he told told her.

She obeyed while he watched her. "Move your knees wider," he said. Again, she obeyed. "A little more." She did.

He walked over to Hermione and grabbed a tight handful of her hair at the crown, pulling her head back, making her chest thrust out. She had no hands to defend herself.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Helpless," she confessed.

Lucius slipped a hand inside her knickers again. "Not just helpless," he said, satisfaction in his voice. He touched her in languid, torturous way of his without easing the tight grip on her hair. Hermione couldn't help but whimper in response.

"That's a sound I don't get to hear too often," he said. "A good girl wanting to break out of her shell by doing something naughty. Isn't that what you are, Hermione?"

She had an odd surge of humiliation at the way he put that and, to her embarrassment, tears filled her eyes. His grip loosened. "What is it?" he asked, his tone gentler than she expected.

"Please don't shame me," she breathed out, trying to keep the tears from falling.

His expression turned almost kind. "There's no need to be ashamed. It's just us." His fingers started working again. "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes."

"And you are a good girl, are you not?"

His fingers and words worked together to help her dry her tears. "I suppose so."

"You don't do this sort of thing. You've never even contemplated it before."

She couldn't stop another whimper from leaving her. "No. Not until you mentioned it at the cinema."

"I like that," he said. "I like that it's only for me."

Hermione pressed herself into his hand without thinking and saw him smile.

"You're close," he stated.

"Yes," she confirmed.

"But you won't. Not until I say you can. Understand?" His fingers found a new pace.

"I'm not going to be able to control it."

"You'll have to try."

Her pleasure climbed higher with each stroke of his fingers. She didn't want to disobey him, but it was difficult to hold off.

"Please," she gasped out.

"There it is," Lucius said, sounding deeply satisfied. "What are you begging for?"

"Please, stop. You're going to make me come."

He withdrew his hand and put the tips of his fingers on her lips. He didn't let go of her hair, keeping her head bent back.

"Taste yourself," he ordered her.

She touched his fingers with her tongue, tasting herself for the first time.

"You wanted me to finish you, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you beg me to stop?"

It felt like a trick question but Hermione answered it anyway, "It wasn't what you wanted."

Her words lit a fire behind his eyes. He let go of the hair at the crown of her head and held her face, pulling it to his more gently than she expected. Lucius kissed her possessively. Then moved her up the bed, untying her wrists.

"Lay down," he instructed. "Hands over your head."

Hermione obeyed, excited at how much this resembled the scene they had just watched. The satin ribbons wound again around her wrists, the other ends secured themselves around the headboard balusters. It was more restrictive than having them tied behind her back and she slightly panicked as she gave them a tug.

"You look beautiful bound. Are you comfortable?" Lucius asked.

"This sort of thing is new to me," she said, slightly shifting on the mattress.

"I know. That's why you wanted to try it. You have no idea how much it excites me."

"But what's in it for the person who's tied up? Why would someone want to do this more than once?" Hermione was aware that she looked like she would be taking notes were it not for her bonds.

Lucius smirked at her. "Why don't you answer that question after we're done here?" He ran his hands up her legs, stopping at her knickers. "First, let's get rid of these." He peeled her underwear away. "Spread your legs."

He surveyed Hermione with a satisfied look and then sat down on the bed next to her, holding up his wand. The tip glowed again and it began vibrating.

"I'm going to give you a choice," he told her, circling her nipple with it. Everything in her midsection tightened. "I can make you come, but if I do, I'm not going to stop at one orgasm. I'm going to keep going until I'm satisfied that you can't take it any more."

He caressed the inside of her splayed thighs, drawing the wand down her torso slowly. "Alternately, I could just take you. But if I do, you won't have permission to come." He drew the wand lower, keeping the pressure so light it was maddening. "What would you like to do?"

Hermione really didn't know. "Whatever pleases you," she finally said.

Lucius closed his eyes like her words alone gave him sexual pleasure. Slowly, he rubbed the wand over her pussy. She had been so close when he stopped that her body immediately returned to the previous level of arousal at the slightest provocation.

"May I come?" she moaned.

"Yes, come."

Hermione shuddered into orgasm and despite his light touch, it was sweet and intense. She bucked against his wand and he followed her motion. But then, when pleasure gave way to sensitivity, he didn't stop. Her legs wanted to twitch closed, but to her surprise black ribbons were holding them firmly in place.

He tutted but didn't look angry. "So sensitive," he said in a conversational tone.

Lucius caressed her with the wand gently, noting what made her jump and avoided it. Hermione hadn't ever forced sensation on herself after an orgasm. After about a minute of gentle wand-touching, he ran a finger over her pussy. She moaned.

"That's my girl," he said. He increased the speed of the wand's vibration and started working her in earnest.

Suddenly, Hermione felt the pressure rising again. Strange sounds left her lips. They sounded half distressed and half surprised. Then, before she could even ask for permission, she shot into orgasm again. It was sharp and fast. Hermione tried to grip the headboard, but couldn't get a good grip on it due to her binds.

This time he didn't stop at all. Lucius continued stroking just above her clit. Little orgasmic contractions kept fluttering inside her. Hermione didn't even know how to classify the new sensation. The wand began vibrating even faster. Lucius stroked her longer with it and with more determination. In less than ten minutes, she shivered into another climax. Hermione was already exhausted but he circled his wand harder against her clit, clearly getting her ready for another orgasm.

"No," Hermione hoarsely called out.

"No?"

The intense vibration slowed down and Hermione let out a loud groan.

"That doesn't sound like no."

Lucius used his other hand to touch her, letting his fingers stray over her, spreading her wetness. Hermione rose again, helpless against the overwhelming pleasure. He sent her spinning into another climax and this time she cried out even louder.

"There we go," he purred. "I knew you wouldn't be able to stay so quiet forever."

But he still didn't stop. Hermione strained against her binds, trying to close her legs. He ignored it, circling the wand around her entrance. Then he set it down and inserted two fingers inside her.

Hermione couldn't believe that she was hovering over yet another release. She didn't even think she was capable of two in a row, much less this marathon. It scared her a little what her body could be manipulated into doing. Then, with his fingers stroking inside her, she reached another peak. This one was less intense but at this point, everything felt too much.

And still, he didn't stop.

Her body was a traitorous thing. It would give him as many orgasms as he wanted it to.

"Please. Stop," she begged.

He showed no signs of heeding her pleas.

"Please," she gasped.

"Say my name and it all ends," he purred. "Otherwise, say whatever you like."

His fingers circled and circled all inside her. She wanted him to stop and didn't want him to stop all at once.

Another orgasm shattered over her; it was almost painful. Pleasure and pain all in one.

"I can't," she whined.

"Yes, you can. Watch."

He took up his evil wand and pressed it right against her clit, holding it there without moving it. With one hand, he unzipped his trousers and yanked them down his legs. He smiled at her moans and sighs.

"Look at me," Lucius ordered and when Hermione obeyed, she exploded into another climax.

Waves of pain and pleasure washed over her in series of small torturous tremors. She weakly pulled against her binds, moving her legs as much as she could. Nothing mattered. Her body convulsed again and again with aftershocks. Unable to stop them, she yelped with every passing tremor as it hit her. And yet Hermione didn't want to fight what he was doing to her. It may be the only night together and she wanted to get as much as she could from it. Until it became beyond unbearable.

He set his wand aside and leaned over her swollen pussy. She guessed what he planned to do and what it would likely do to her body.

"No, please don't," she said, panic finally demanding to be expressed.

"Don't what?" he asked, his breath scraping against her oversensitive flesh. "This?" He licked her in a long, broad stroke. The sensation drove Hermione forward yet again. A rush of blood to the head was making her faint.

"Please, Mr. Malfoy … not this." His tongue gave her another long stroke, then pulled away.

Hermione was so overwhelmed, her eyes filled with tears.

He kissed her once more and she responded, her lips moving weakly under his. He pulled away and she heard the rip of a condom wrapper. Then he thrust past her tightness and any lingering resistance, and buried himself inside her. The fullness felt good, but as he moved, Hermione contracted as though she hadn't stopped orgasming.

He groaned. "It's like you're massaging my cock."

Lucius picked up his pace and she mewled at the building pressure. He showed no have mercy; he just took her harder and faster. She couldn't do anything but move with his thrusts and accept the continuing rise. When she came again, she clamped around his cock. He swiveled his hips, swore, and pressed himself into her, then withdrew and collapsed next to her on the bed, breathless. His cock hadn't fully deflated. He saw Hermione looking and smirked.

"I know," he said, "but you're done."

"Not if you're not," she said. "I want to give you as much pleasure as you gave me."

The heat in his eyes resurfaced. "You have."

"You can come. In my mouth again. If you want."

He hissed as he removed the condom and then went to the headboard and tucked a pillow under her head, leaving her still tied. Then he straddled her neck; his cock right by her mouth.

"If you need this to stop, snap your fingers twice," he told her. "Show me now that you can."

She did. Then he put one hand on either side of her head, properly positioning it. He urged her lips open with his thumbs and thrust his cock in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. His thrusts were quick and rough. Hermione gagged a little but it excited her to be taken like this – to have Lucius Malfoy possess her and be in complete control of her body.

He looked down at her, his jaw clenched. "I love how you suck me."

She sucked on him a little harder and he moaned, becoming even stiffer. "Snap your fingers if you want me to pull out," he said, his voice trembling.

Hermione didn't.

His thrusts were more haphazard and in another half dozen strokes, he finished in her mouth. She swallowed every drop again, relishing in the texture and taste of his warm fluid.

This time, when Lucius fell beside her, he looked much calmer. Lazily, he ran his hands over her breasts. With a nonverbal spell, he untied her bonds.

"Lay on your stomach," he instructed her.

Hermione was so tired; nevertheless, she obeyed him. Lucius straddled her waist and rubbed her shoulders and arms, working the sore muscles. His hands were strong but gentle. It was almost like he was thanking her with his healing touches.

"Do you have your answers now? About the benefits of bondage?" he asked her.

"Yes," she replied through her sighs. "It takes away control and heightens the sensation, partially because I couldn't return your touches and had to focus on my body's responses and reactions. Everything felt more intense somehow."

"Now you know." He leaned over her and whispered, "Sleep."

And not long after that, she did.

When Hermione woke up the next morning, she couldn't believe that Lucius Malfoy let her stay overnight. She opened her eyes to find him sitting in a chair, fully dressed, watching her. She blushed at her nudity and when she remembered all their escapades from the night before.

"Good morning," Lucius said.

"Good morning," she returned.

"Breakfast?"

Images rushed back to her: being tied up, begging him, letting him come into her mouth. She couldn't believe she did all that on what was supposed to be a first date. Well, last date now. She knew it then though and had no regrets, even if she was embarrassed about some of her actions in light of day.

"Thank you, but I'm not hungry," Hermione told him.

"Coffee, then?"

"I should go, actually."

He frowned. "You don't want to do that."

No, she didn't. She wanted to know more about this wizard. She wanted to stay, have breakfast, and laugh about stupid things over orange juice, but it wasn't a good idea to prolong the inevitable. Men had a double standard about sex on first dates: they asked for it but, as soon as they got it, the woman was somehow cheapened in their eyes. They probably even assumed she did this on all her dates. Shuddering, Hermione couldn't imagine what Lucius Malfoy thought of her now … probably that all Mudbloods were easy to shag. She had no interest in becoming anybody's secret sex toy, no matter what impression she had given him last night.

"I do. I told you, I have a train to catch," she said. "The Manchester conference."

"I'll leave you to get dressed then," he said. He stood, turning to go.

She quickly threw on her clothes and stepped into her pumps. Hermione glanced at herself in his bathroom mirror. It was hard for her to believe what she had let herself do. Still, no regrets. It's not as though she was holding out for a second date even before she decided to come home with him.

Finally, she exited his bedroom and walked downstairs. Lucius came over to her, putting his hands on her arms like he wanted to hold her in place. "Are you sure you don't want breakfast?"

"No, no time."

He frowned again. "Perhaps I may write you sometime then?"

Hermione flushed. "If you like."

"Didn't you enjoy yourself?"

"Of course, but I don't feel like myself anymore," she admitted.

"This is new for you." There was understanding in his tone.

"Yes."

"And you think it's out of character."

Yes, completely. "I—"

"I'm not one of those wizards who thinks it's some sort of black mark against you. I was a willing participant too, remember? It was unexpected, but so was the rest of the date."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for all this."

He frowned a third time and looked at her in a way that she couldn't decipher. "All this?"

"I don't want to mislead you into thinking I'm okay with casual, no-strings-attached sex. I mean I assumed this was a one-time offer, so I took it. But doing it regularly? It's not for me. I'm more comfortable with taking things slow."

"I can do slow," he said.

Yeah, right. That's what they all say.

This whole conversation sounded like he was just trying to be polite, rather than give her the stereotypical brush off.

"Well, then. If you feel like it, you may write me … if you really want to." Hermione backed away to the door but something in his expression made her stop. "Thank you for an unforgettable night, Mr. Malfoy," she added. "I'll always remember it."

"Likewise, Miss Granger."

There it was. Finality. He was being polite, just as she had suspected.

Turning away, she walked towards the front door. She didn't look back as she walked out of his house. Hermione didn't trust herself to leave if she did.

I'm so flattered by your response to this story! Thank you all!

The big question is: will there be another date for those two?

Hugs,

Lana