Chapter Thirteen

As soon as she got to her room, Hermione changed out of her uniform and into a tank top and sweatpants. She couldn't deal with regular clothing. She let down her hair, before collapsing upon her bed. Hermione sat with unseeing eyes, staring at her door. She was only offered two minutes of solitude until she heard a frantic knocking on the wood. She groaned, not in the mood to fight. She was still pissed at Malfoy, but her anger was slowly beginning to dissipate. She'd never been the type to hold a grudge, but he had led her to believe that they were equals, that her blood didn't matter.

Clearly, it did.

"Granger, open up." Malfoy called, his muffled voice still managing to send a shudder of pleasure down her spine. She ignored both him and the effect he had on her. Just because she wasn't as mad, she wasn't going to give into him. Not yet.

"Hermione, please."

Her name combined with that soft plea was enough to make the last of her resolve drift away. Her legs shook as she walked towards the door, goosebumps raising her skin. He had probably never said 'please' before either. The fact that she reduced him to say the simple word had her inner goddess glowing in triumph. She steeled herself, turning her features into her best poker face, and opened the door.

Malfoy was leaning against the doorframe, one hand raised as though he was going to knock again, the other was running through his hair. His messy blond tresses fell into his grey eyes as he looked down at her. There was no emotion on his face, much like her own. Only an indifference that made Hermione want to close the door again.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She asked, her voice borderline monotone.

"Give me a chance to explain myself." He said simply. He hadn't made a single movement, his stance was relaxed yet guarded. Somehow to Hermione it felt as though his presence had effectively taken over the room. She sighed, knowing she'd eventually have to hear him out.

"Fine." She walked back to her bed, sitting delicately upon the covers. He stood opposite her and watched as she situated herself. She felt unnerved by his stare, as though he was scrutinizing her every movement. There was also a strange thrill from being watched no matter how mundane the task. She decidedly ignored that feeling. Looking into his eyes, she waited expectantly for him to begin.

"You misinterpreted what I said." He began, "When I said that blood didn't matter to me, I meant it. While I don't think I'll ever be friends with a muggle or even a squib, I've come to accept that they have their own place in the world. One of the first reasons I began to doubt blood supremacy, was when I was researching a bit of family history to improve my business. It turns out that my family not only dealt business with muggles, but also married some of the highest nobility." This made Hermione gasp. The Malfoy's had married muggles? Royal or not, they were still non-magical people. He ignored her, and continued.

"It was with the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy that my family cut off all ties with muggles, and believed they were inferior. I suppose that ever since, we've remained pure and self-entitled. Just that alone, to know that I might have muggle blood in me, even if it was centuries ago, was enough to make me rethink blood supremacy. There was more, though. During the war, all I could think about was how I had been taught to believe that muggles and muggleborn's blood was dirty and polluted. But whenever I saw a muggleborn bleeding from some kind of injury, it was surprising to see that it all looked the same. There was no difference. Pure bloods bled next to muggleborns and it was impossible to tell who's blood was who's. That was my wake up call." He looked at her to see how she was reacting. Hermione's eyes were wide, her breathing was irregular. Sometimes she forgot that he had seen as much death as her. He was in the war, just on the wrong side.

"You can continue." She said after a breath. She was still in shock. Malfoy really didn't care about blood. He truly didn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe him when he said it before, it was just startling to realize what had caused his views. Hermione had to believe that was one of the very few positives that came out of the war.

"When I said that I wasn't going to take orders from you, it was in reference to my terms I suppose. I really think you should look at them. Now would be great. We can go over any questions you may have." Malfoy said all of that nearly to himself, as though convincing himself that's what he should do. Hermione could only watch as he left the room only to return moments later with a rather large envelope.

"I should warn you, it may be a bit. . .hard to believe at first. If you have any questions, I'm right here." with great reluctance, he handed it to her. Hermione ripped the envelope open, ignoring the racing of her heart. Her hands were trembling slightly as she began to read.

CONTRACT

Made this day of _ 2001

BETWEEN

MR. DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY ("Dominant")

MISS HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER ("Submissive")

THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS

The following are terms of a binding contract between the Dominant and the Submissive.

FUNDAMENTAL TERMS

The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the submissive to explore her sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect and regard for her needs, her limits, and her well-being.

The Dominant and Submissive agree and acknowledge that all that occurs under the terms of this contract will be consensual, confidential, and subject to the agreed limits and safety procedures set out in this contract.

Any breach of this contract will result in a void. This contract will never be offered twice.

As consequence of the breach of this contract, both parties will not be allowed to be bound under a second contract. Any sexual affairs that are to occur between both bound to the contract is to be severed all together.

ROLES

The Dominant shall take responsibility for the well-being and the proper training, guidance, and discipline of the Submissive. He shall decide the nature of such training, guidance, and discipline and the time and place of its administration, subject to the agreed terms, limitations, and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally.

If at any time the Dominant should fail to keep to the agreed terms, limitations, and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally, the Submissive is entitled to terminate this contract forthwith and to leave the service of the Dominant without notice.

The Submissive is to serve and obey the Dominant in all things. Subject to the agreed terms, limitations, and safety procedures set out in this contract, she shall without query or hesitation offer the Dominant such pleasure as he may require and she shall accept without query or hesitation his training, guidance, and discipline in whatever form it may take.

Hermione stopped reading, staring at Malfoy with wide eyes. Her heart was pounding within her chest, her breathing ragged. Thousands of questions raced through her mind, barely comprehensible.

Holy Fuck.

Her head was buzzing. How could she ever agree to something like this? And to think that it was all purely for her own benefit, to explore her sensuality. That meant he would be using her body, for sex. She was pretty much a living, breathing sex doll. Hermione scoffed, hardly able to contain herself. To serve and obey in all things? That wasn't going to sit well with her, she could tell. It would be humiliating to agree to give everything to Malfoy. But one thought kept replaying over and over in her head.

Draco Malfoy was a Dom? As in, he wanted to use her body whenever and however he wanted and she would just go along with it? She'd admit she'd seen the signs last night, and he'd taken much pleasure in spanking her, but to actually see that he was solely into BDSM. . .

Hermione needed a drink.

"Before you say anything, you may want to read this part." Malfoy said, taking the papers from her hands. He flipped through while she sat on the bed and stared at him, trying to figure out how he had become this way.

Malfoy was arrogant and proud as a child, so was this his way of reiterating it? No, Hermione thought, he was a bully and let everyone know it. She also didn't think it'd be something so close to the surface. It must have been something deeper. Was he abused and this was his way of showing dominance? Maybe. Malfoy was pretty much born with his life plotted out, so perhaps this was his one way of exercising control when he lacked it in every other area in his life?

She really needed to stop getting this in-depth into theoretical reasons why Malfoy was a Dominant and wanted her to be his Submissive. She shuddered, just from the sound of the word. What she couldn't decipher, and didn't spend any time thinking about, was whether it was from revulsion or anticipation.

He handed the papers back to her. It took Hermione a few moments before she fully read what was on the page, her mind going over and over the information.

SUBMISSIVE

The Submissive accepts the Dominant as her master, with the understanding that she is now the property of the Dominant, to be dealt with as the Dominant pleases during the Term generally but specifically during the Allotted Times and any additional agreed allotted times.

The Submissive shall obey the rules (at this Hermione rolled her eyes)

The Submissive shall serve the Dominant in any way the Dominant sees fit and shall endeavor to please the Dominant at all times to the best of her ability.

The Submissive shall take all measures necessary to maintain her good health and shall request or seek medical attention whenever it is needed, keeping the Dominant informed at all times of any health issues that may arise.

The Submissive will take a contraceptive potion as well as make sure to cast a disease charm on herself before every session.

The Submissive shall accept without question any and all disciplinary actions deemed necessary by the Dominant and remember her status and role in regard to the Dominant at all times.

The Submissive shall not touch or pleasure herself sexually without permission from the Dominant.

The Submissive shall submit to any sexual activity demanded by the Dominant and shall do so without hesitation or argument.

The Submissive shall accept whippings, floggings, spankings, canings, paddlings, or any other discipline the Dominant should decide to administer, without hesitation, inquiry, or complaint.

The Submissive shall not look directly into the eyes of the Dominant except when specifically instructed to do so. The Submissive shall keep her eyes cast down and maintain a quiet and respectful bearing in the presence of the Dominant.

The Submissive shall always conduct herself in a respectful manner to the Dominant and shall address him only as Sir, Mr. Malfoy, or such other title as the Dominant may direct.

The Submissive will not touch the Dominant without his express permission to do so.

Hermione looked at Malfoy with wide eyes. She didn't know what to make of this. She really didn't. None of this made sense. He wanted her to be his sex slave? That's really what this all sounded like. What's with this 'not allowed to look him in the eye' business? That was one of the only ways Hermione could get even a glimpse as to what he might be thinking. She wasn't allowed to touch him? After this she didn't think she'd ever want to again.

"What is this?" Hermione demanded.

"My terms and conditions." He replied simply. His body was tensed, posed in a deceptively relaxed stance. She could practically feel the tension exuding from him.

"Your terms? Is this what you meant by casual relationship the other day?" She couldn't wrap her head around any of this.

"Sort of. I knew you would be hesitant after seeing this. I don't really know why your reacting this way. If I do recall correctly, I've already restrained and punished you. You did like it when I did that to you. Denial or not." His grey eyes hardened as he studied her. Hermione closed her mouth which had been hanging open in shock at his words.

"But that was different!" She sputtered. That had been nice. Well, not necessarily nice, but it had been pleasant, an in-the-heat-of-the-moment kind of nice.

"I don't see how." Malfoy said before standing right in front of her. He reached out, his hand roughly grabbing onto her chin forcing her to look up at him. Hermione felt a rush of heat spread throughout her body, much to her dismay. His hand stroked along her jaw before tangling itself in her hair. All the while, his face was calm, his lips pressed together in a firm line, his storm-grey eyes narrowed.

"You like it when I do this." It wasn't a suggestion, it was a statement.

Carefully, he tugged at her hair, forcing her to stand. She stared up at him, wide-eyed. What the hell was he going to do?

"I do not feel comfortable with the idea of this." Hermione said at last. Her voice was small as she stood fearfully, waiting for his outburst. He sighed.

"And what is the idea you have in your head?" He asked.

Hermione shrugged.

"Forgive me for saying this, Miss Granger," Malfoy began. "but you do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity. You exclude from it aspects which are fuel that ignites the flame of passion. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood. Let me show you what true satisfaction can feel like."

Malfoy slammed his lips down on hers. Hermione was at a loss for what to say. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to his touch. He had yet to lay a finger on her, and yet she felt her body growing warmer and warmer. A whisper of arousal swept through her system. She didn't want to acknowledge it. That would mean knowing that she enjoyed his sick preference. Though Hermione had to admit, the more she thought about Malfoy's hands roughly grabbing her and both pleasuring and punishing her, the less she felt repulsed and more aroused. She imagined Malfoy taking her over his knee again and a violent shudder rippled through her. A deep chuckle reverberated against her feverish skin as Malfoy took in her body's reaction. He knew what he was doing to her.

He knew she liked it just as much as him.

She moaned in satisfaction as one of his hands reached down to pull at her nipples.

It was as though there was a change in the air. Hermione felt it seconds before Malfoy roughly pushed her onto the bed.

"So Granger, are you willing to feel what it's like to surrender yourself completely to me? This is not a fantasy, not a theory, not something read and masturbated over, but something very real, very visceral, and very now. It's something more." Malfoy stood at the edge of the bed, waiting for her answer. He looked as though he was ready to pounce on her. The look of pure lust and anticipation had her quivering beneath him.

She could do nothing more than nod.

With her unspoken acquiescence, he pulled her up, her knees automatically folding beneath her so she was kneeling on the bed before him. His lips roughly came down to claim her. He pulled her up, her knees automatically folding beneath her so she was kneeling on the bed before him. His lips roughly came down to claim her. He wasted no time on her shirt, tearing the fabric until it was nothing more than torn cotton. She wasn't wearing a bra. He pulled away, eyeing her bare breasts and frowning slightly as he took in her sweatpants. She felt embarrassment flutter through her. They weren't exactly the sexiest clothes she owned, and they were muggle.

He let her get up momentarily, quickly pulling her sweats down. She was nearly trembling now. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, and she didn't know how she was going to feel about it. This was all so new. So foreign to her. Perhaps that was exactly why she was so fascinated by it; she now had a glimpse into a world only ever dreamt of or read in books.

Free of her clothing, he had her sitting back down on the bed once more. Wordlessly, he had her restrained against the bed, the invisible bonds holding Hermione in place. He climbed over her, holding himself centimeters away from her. Hermione raised her head as far as it would go against the bonds, but it still wasn't enough.

"Someone's eager." Malfoy chuckled. " Patience, Granger."

A sharp knock at the door resounded throughout the room. Both of them froze, hearts racing.

"Malfoy get off of Hermione!" A voice screamed. Hermione's heart stopped.

It was Ron.