Rated M (for some kinky fuckery) if it's not your cup of tea, don't read it.

All human, lem/lang, Dramione

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"Tell me, Granger, what should I do to you?"

Draco's voice was as smooth as satin as he trailed his lips along her neck, his fingers dancing along her waist. The soft music that was playing in the background made the room seem even more intimate.

"Whatever you want." she said, her breath catching as he unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the ground at her feet.

He chuckled, and the sound was deep and sensual and made her blood heat up.

"There are so many possibilities, Granger."

She suppressed a groan at his hidden promise. She couldn't deny that he always took her to new heights in this room, and she couldn't wait to see what he'd do this time.

"Go and stand by the bed." he said, and she did as he said.

She was facing away from him, so she could only hear slight noises as he pulled a few things from the drawers.

He made his way over to her slowly, enjoying the way she looked.

"Face me."

She did what he said immediately, and he smiled, trailing his knuckles across her cheek. "You're so beautiful."

She blushed, but didn't look away from him. His bright gray eyes were burning with an intense passion, and she couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the fact that she was the reason.

"Lie down on the bed, face up." he said, smirking when she raised an eyebrow at him.

They'd never done anything on the bed before.

He stepped closer to her, his hand tugging her hair so that she was looking up at him, and said, "You know how I love tying you up."

She groaned, memories of her in this room earlier flitting through her mind. He was incredibly good at turning her on - and he'd barely even touched her.

"Is that what you're going to do?" she asked, trying to control her breathing.

He chuckled, "You'll see."

She opened her mouth to argue, but he raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow - daring her to do it - and she quickly shut her mouth.

He'd done quite the job - at least in here - of getting her to stop arguing with him over everything - though he couldn't deny that he loved when she did. He did love the...punishment she got when she did.

His hand still tingled from the last time.

He watched as she crawled onto the bed, and he couldn't resist trailing his hand across her perfect arse. She immediately stopped moving and groaned. She just wanted him to touch her.

He smirked and moved forward to press a few soft kisses down her back, all the while his right hand moved up and down her arse.

All too soon he pulled back, smacking her arse, and said, "Lay down."

She bit her lip and did what he asked, looking at him through lust glazed eyes. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he was going to do with her.

He stepped to the side of the bed and picked up one of the things he'd gotten from the other side of the room. He walked back over so that she could see him and held it up.

It was a flogger.

She raised an eyebrow at him, slightly nervous.

"Do you remember me using this on you before?" he asked, his voice soft.

She studied the flogger in his hand. It was a deep emerald green - like the walls, and the straps were the same color. When she looked closer she could see black beads on the ends of some of the straps and she nodded slowly.

"Do you?" he asked again.

"Yes." she said quickly, her eyes meeting his again.

He smirked and said, "So then you know this doesn't hurt."

She nodded slowly, but it wasn't even convincing to herself. She couldn't help it. It looked like it would hurt.

"Have I ever hurt you?"

She shook her head immediately.

"Then trust me."

She nodded and watched as he dropped the flogger on the bed beside her and then picked up a blindfold.

"Let your imagination run away with you." he whispered as he put the blindfold over her eyes.

He moved so he was standing on her right side and turned up the volume on the music, but not too much. Then he grabbed the handcuff that was attached to the bed and took her right hand, quickly cuffing her to it.

He heard her breathing pick up, and he smirked. He walked around to the other side of the bed and did the same thing to that wrist.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before securing her left ankle to the bottom of the bed, and then the right.

When he was done he just stood and watched her for a moment. She looked hot, and the deep green of the sheets made her pale skin stand out even more.

It was as if he'd caught an angel - especially with her curly hair splayed around her like a halo.

He picked up the flogger and began trailing the straps up her legs, across her stomach, and down her arms.

She was squirming under the soft touch, and she wanted more. She wanted him to really touch her - but she knew he wouldn't do that until she was a total mess underneath him.

He trailed the flogger across her breasts and down to her pussy, and she tried to close her legs, but since she was effectively tied to each corner of the bed, that was impossible.

The flogger was gone for a moment, and then suddenly she felt - and heard - the straps smack down onto her stomach.

She gasped - more from surprise than from pain - and bit her lip.

He trailed the flogger down her right leg, and then hit the inside of her thigh, the beads brushing her wet pussy, and she couldn't help the groan that escaped her parted lips.

He repeated this process - dragging the flogger across one part of her body, and then hitting her with it - until he'd covered every inch of her.

He dropped the flogger onto the bed and then moved to sit beside her on the bed. He trailed his lips down her neck and across her now extremely sensitive breasts.

She moaned and tugged on the restraints holding her arms up, and he chuckled, "Relax, baby."

She took a shuddering breath as he continued kissing, sucking, and nipping at her breasts until she was panting and almost positive he was about to make her come from her breasts alone.

But he moved and kissed a scorching trail of open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, his breath ghosting over her pussy, before he continued down to the inside of her thighs.

When she thought she couldn't take the anticipation anymore, he finally brought his mouth down to her and began licking and sucking her clit.

"Oh god," she panted through parted lips.

He slid one long finger inside her, stroking her in a way that had her moaning and panting and murmuring his name over and over again.

He wanted to see her come undone, but he loved toying with her even more, so just as he felt her walls start to contract he pulled away from her, and kissed back up her stomach.

She moaned, desperate for release, and said, "Draco, please."

He brushed his lips against hers in a feather light kiss and said, "Tell me what you want me to do."

She opened her mouth to reply, but he slid a finger inside her again and she gasped.

He added a second finger and then moved them slowly, stroking her, and asked again, "Tell me, Granger. What do you want me to do?"

She moaned, shaking her head back and forth as the pressure in her stomach continued to build.

"Answer me."

"Fuck me." she panted, too turned on to care about her dirty word choice.

His hand immediately stilled and she felt him move off the bed, heard the sound of his zipper, and then he was at her feet, freeing each one, before he crawled on top of her.

He grazed his knuckles against her cheek and asked, "Do you want me to uncuff your hands?"

"I want you to do whatever you want." she said, her cool breath ghosting across his lips.

He smirked, and without warning, slammed into her, and she came immediately, her walls clenching around him.

He pulled the blindfold from her eyes and she blinked up at him, panting, her hazel eyes sparkling brightly.

He shifted slightly and she moaned, closing her eyes, but he shook his head.

"I want you to look at me. I've had you blindfolded the whole time. I missed those beautiful eyes." he said, his voice husky.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her lust mirrored in his silver eyes.

He started moving in and out of her slowly, rotating his hips every time he thrust into her. She was panting and moaning, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, but she never broke eye contact with him.

She could feel herself getting closer to her release, as was Draco.

"I want to touch you." she panted, and he reached up, uncuffing her wrists. The second he did she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, kissing him soundly.

He groaned into her mouth, his hand on her waist tightening, and then moved away from her lips, kissing her neck.

"Come for me, Hermione." he said, his voice rough.

His words sent her over the edge, and she dug her nails into his shoulders as she came again, and seconds later he came to.

He moved off her, tugging her hand so that she was laying on his chest, and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

"I can't believe this is what you wanted for your birthday." said Draco after his breathing had slowed.

Hermione chuckled, "You can't just introduce a girl to amazing sex and expect her not to want it - especially on her birthday."

He smirked, "It doesn't have to be your birthday for me to take you in here."

She blushed at the thought and leaned up to look at him.

"I love you."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling, and said, "I love you too."

He slid a hand into her hair and tugged her toward him, kissing her softly.

When he pulled away he had a mischievous smile on his face, and said, "This gives me ideas for your Christmas present."

Hermione's eyes widened, but she couldn't deny her excitement.

December couldn't come fast enough.

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