Sweet, Sweet Torture
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The Gambles of Lust, Dignity, and Orgasms
by. SmileZ
Summary. Seven years of frustration crept up on her and now she wanted payback. Draco Malfoy tied up and blindfolded in the room of requirements definitely granted some interesting possibilities... DHr
Author's Note: …Hi… Eh. Definitely been a while huh? Lol. Erm. I don't have much to say besides the usual excuses (life, partying, gaming, procrastination, and our favorite, PILES OF WORK). Yep. Well here is chapter TWO! If you didn't look at my revised chapter one and the memos there, then I think you should know that this is no longer a 1shot and will continue on. I don't know how many chapters, and I only have some key points of the plot down, but that's it! No promises, and no expectations m'kay? Okay, well I hope you enjoy! I personally think this was better than my first!
.:WARNING:. There will be MATURE CONTENT (swearing, some violence, sexual situations and sex itself)in this fanfiction, as stated in the first chapter. Don't like. Don't read, so please don't waste both of our times on flames. As far as age is concerned, if people are old enough to DO the action itself then there should be no qualms about reading it.
To people who refuse to listen to the warning from above: Flamers will be thoroughly ignored from this point on and (ploink) dropped into the unflushed toilet.Unlessyou're NOT anonymous
Disclaimer: Characters taken from JKR's Harry Potter © and used in this fanfiction do not belong to me.
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It was definitely a shock to find out that Hermione Granger--bushy haired, bucktooth, conservative, prudish, holier-than-thou, never-break-the-rules, a third of the golden trio, the Gryffindor prude--had orchestrated this little midnight tête-à-tête. Of course the shock disappeared to pleasure when the sudden and delicious warmth he felt surrounded his cock.
She was fire, and wetness and a piece of heaven pulsing all around him.
Who would have ever thought that Granger would feel this good?
To think that an hour ago, the thought of seeing Granger naked would have had him limp as a wet washcloth, but actually seeing her back arched, breast jutting invitingly, and face twisted in ecstasy; he found himself so effing turned on.
His hands roamed down her sides, and he was once again lost in wonder at the feel of her soft skin. His fingers found the smooth flesh of her thighs as he lead her legs around him. He locked her ankles over his bum, pushing himself into her deeper than before.
Standing off of the hard wooden chair, Draco felt his legs wobble a bit from sitting in one position for too long. Feeling her slipping from him, he grabbed her ass, (oh shit how did that skirt hide this?) and locked her against him.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as her lips and teeth and (oh god) tongue worshipped his neck. Her breath brushed against his ear and he heard the husky whisper of his name (She called me Draco!?), making him groan in response.
Looking around, all he saw was a wooden table piled with black robes and books. Wishing to the god of divine pleasure for all he was worth (which was quad-billions of galleons) to find a bed before he did her against the floor (Malfoys do not rut on floors, now if it was plush carpets…), Draco blinked in surprise as he watched the table turn into a bed with black silk sheets and pillows.
The crappy school of Hogwarts quickly redeemed itself in Draco's opinion if it had rooms like this.
Hurriedly walking over to the bed, Draco groaned with each step he took causing the bump of their pelvis' to shoot spikes of pleasure up his spine.
Falling to his knees onto the downy mattress, Draco groaned as Granger fully slid out of him as her legs unlocked and she fell onto her ass. He watched as her eyes snapped open to reveal wide, shocked, dark brown eyes that stared into his.
He smirked at the fear reflected in them.
He watched as she tried edging away towards the exit and tisked. Sitting on her thighs, his weight stopped her movements.
"Now my dear bookworm, where do you think you're going?"
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His silky voice held both threat and promise as he dipped his head towards her neck. His warm breath played along her ear making a delightful shiver trail down her spine. He was on his knees hovering over her while she was between his legs. She cursed herself for being super aware about the inside of his thighs semi-straddling her.
Her hands clenched themselves along the silken sheets. This was definitely a bad situation to be in. Damn it. She had planned this from start to finish.
Knock him out. Tease him. Fuck him. Then she was gone. He was never supposed to know that he got Hermione Granger on his screw list.
She gasped as his lips nibbled along her lobe. His teeth grazed her skin and she frowned at the whimper her throat let out.
Honestly. This was really out of character for her, even if she was a hormone-starved teenager tensed with three years of lust and six years of frustration. "Get off, you son of a bitch."
There, now that was better.
He paused his movements making her body more aware of the slight shaking his form took. Really, she shouldn't be more turned on at his deep chuckle. Hermione bit her lip to stop a groan as he pressed his form onto hers.
She felt every inch of his body mold against her own and flushed at a certain eight inches of him pressing against her thigh. Was he naturally that big, or was that an engorgement spell?
"Really Granger, your actions from earlier contradict you."
She felt his hand trail down her collarbone. Her eyes snapped towards his fingers when they flicked a bud of one of her breasts.
Well she sure as hell had nothing to say to that.
The spike of pleasure shooting through her body with that single touch made her want to whimper. She would bet her life that the asshole was enjoying this.
Glaring into his eyes, she found she was right.
Amusement, desire, and smugness swirled in his steel depths. Her hands were free right? Maybe she should pick an option from earlier and claw out his eyes.
"Well? Speechless are we? If this was all it took to shut you up in class…"
Oh hell no, the bastard did not just insult her intellectual prowess. Shifting her legs, she rubbed her thigh against his nuts. The sharp intake of his breath brought a grin to her lips.
Oh yeah, Hermione's back in the game.
"Oh unsweet Mal-ferret, I suggest you get off, I'm very flexible and I might accidentally knee you in the family jewels."
Her continued rubbing against his hardness made her grin in female satisfaction as she heard his labored breathing.
She frowned when he leaned forward and fully placed all his weight onto her. There wasn't any room to move her thighs. The damn jerk.
Giving him a dirty look, Hermione's breath caught when she noticed how close he was moving. She pushed her head against the mattress trying to move away from him but his bangs still brushed her forehead. His lips fluttered against hers, but she turned her head to the side putting the pressure of his lips on her cheek instead.
The action didn't discourage him as he started trailing slow, languorous, kisses down her neck. Feeling him lick his way and then bite onto her ear, the tingles down her spine turned into a full-fledged shiver as he whispered to her.
"Let's see how flexible you can be…"
It took a moment for her to realize that it was his belated response to her threat, but who could blame her lack of thought when his teeth were nipping her collarbone, his hand kneading her breast, while the other was trailing ever so slowly down her stomach.
It was all a sensory overload.
Biting her lip to keep from moaning, Hermione's hands clenched themselves into the silk sheets. Her breath hitched when whichever one of his hands (the left one) reached her hipbone and continued down. She felt him graze over her curls and hated the anticipation she was feeling.
His fingers rubbed her nub once before he rested it on her inner thigh. She couldn't hold back the frustrated whine from the back of her throat with his lack of movement down below.
Draco Malfoy wasn't just a bastard, but the evil bastard of Satan. Damn Lucius Malfoy for passing his greedy foulness to his son!
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He really couldn't get enough of Hermione Granger. Her skin, taste, and the soft noises she were trying, and failing to suppress were mind blowing. Especially with how responsive she was being towards his little actions.
Looking up, he watched her face as he skimmed along her warm skin. Her eyes were snapped shut and her teeth had sunk itself into her bottom lip to keep her mouth closed; too bad it wasn't effective in keeping her quiet. Pinching her nub, he grinned at the low groan she gave. He knew that she didn't even know she made those thrilling sounds.
Ignoring her slick folds, Draco rested his hand along her thigh. The frustrated whine she gave was utterly satisfying. See how she likes it when he fucks with her without fucking her.
Too bad there wasn't a set of chains around to get back at her...
Looking around, Draco blinked in surprise when the table turned bed started sprouting handcuffs directly above Granger's head. Damn, he'd give half of his inheritance away to replicate this room into his house.
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Hermione warily watched him as he paused his delicious movements and was entranced by staring at a spot above her head. She felt him shift forward and her ears picked up the rattling of metal clanging against more metal. Hermione in her brilliance put two and two together and quickly caught on.
She absolutely refused to be tied down like he did.
Hermione saw his lips form a ridiculous I-love-myself Slytherin smirk and found herself staring into his eyes again as he once again locked gazes with her. There was an unmistakable twinkle that could have rivaled that of Dumbledore's, but his had the malicious power hungry intent reflecting in his gray depths.
She did what any other brilliant sixteen year-old (seventeen in a few months) witch about to be cuffed up would do; she returned the smile.
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Draco's eyebrows raised upwards in confusion as his smirk slipped off his face. What the hell was she smiling about? No, what the hell was a bloody Gryffindor doing smirking like a Slytherin?
Draco's bewilderment doubled when he felt fingers trail lightly over his neck and up towards his jaw. A hand firmly gripped his chin and steadily pulled his face closer to hers.
Was she really touching him of her own free will? That was hard to believe. A minute ago she was dying to get away. Then again, maybe it wasn't as hard to imagine because ten minutes ago she had been giving him a semi-blowjob. Even as her lips met his in an amazingly gentle kiss, Draco still couldn't believe that she wasn't resisting him.
And he shouldn't have.
Bugger it all.
Just as he was about to respond, he found himself lying on his back, hands being cuffed, and a grinning Gryffindor lioness hovering over him.
Her dark brown orbs were so brown that they were almost black as she gazed at him like a predator would. When the lion saw the snake indeed.
And damn him if he didn't respond to her aggressiveness.
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Yes, she was the most brilliant witch of the century. Okay, Malfoy was affecting her too much if she was developing that kind of ego. The thought didn't wipe the bright smile off of her face though.
She, Hermione Granger, had bested one Draco Malfoy, self and female population of Hogwarts proclaimed Slytherin Sex God. And by the feel of him poking her stomach, he rather liked it.
Who ever thought that Draco Malfoy got off on being overpowered?
According to gossip queen Lavender Brown though, Malfoy loved to be the one in control, so either someone was spreading false rumors or he just liked it when she was in control.
Or he was just easily aroused; which is supposed to be untrue if she considered what gossip princess Pavarti Patil had annoyingly imparted one ruined study session later. Rumor has it that Malfoy actually had standards and practiced self-control so that he lived up to his family's name. (This coming to light after the appearance of Lucius Malfoy barging into Potions Analysis Three one quiet Wednesday morning).
So it comes back to him just really liking what she was doing.
And for some reason that made her smile more sincerely.
Leaning her weight to one elbow, Hermione gazed into his molten steel eyes and wanted to wipe that (totally fake) scowl off his face. He so liked being chained up by her and she was going to prove it to him.
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Unlike before where he was confused and doubtful about her kiss, this time around as he felt her breath graze against his lips he participated whole-heartedly from the get-go. As his mouth opened and his tongue lazily trailed out to meet hers, he was thoroughly surprised when instead of a battle of dominance, she had sucked his wet appendage into her mouth and was nibbling it like it was… another part of him he wished she was nibbling. A groan rumbled out of the back of his throat as that thought and sensation fully hit home.
Bugger. After tonight, he was going to have serious blackmail against the golden trio, or more specifically the lioness kissing the daylights out of him.
Moving his hands to bring her body closer to properly mold against his, Draco unhappily remembered that he was being chained and (wonderfully) tortured as he felt his restrictions pinch into his wrists.
Pulling his tongue back into his mouth, his frown was correctly formed onto his lips as the girl above him began trailing light kisses down his jaw again.
He knew something was seriously wrong when he realized that he missed her taste just right after pulling away from her.
Determined to put things to right (as right as having Hermione Granger teasing him and where he actually, and sort of reluctantly, enjoyed it can get). He did what he always did when faced with dilemmas that involved emotional feelings; he resorted to a shitload of unicorn dung.
"You've been lusting after me for years haven't you Granger?" Yes, he was damn proud that he could string together a complete question with the way her tongue and teeth were teasing his neck.
He felt his frustration mount when all he received was a "Mmm hmmm." That response sounded too close to a moan to meddle with his plight towards freedom. He needed to get away from her before he experienced more non-Malfoy emotions, but whatever Slytherin (and cowardly) plan he had up his sleeve vanished when the Gryffindor suddenly pushed away from him and stared him straight in the eyes.
He watched as her eyes flickered and searched for something in his gaze and was shocked and unprepared for fingers to abruptly squeeze one of the hardest erections of his life. The choked sound that came out of his lips was (thankfully) blocked out by the sudden scraping of the chains that came about when his arms had jerked in reaction to her touch.
It was his turn for his fingers to dig into the sheets as he watched Hermione guide herself onto his perfectly erect staff. He bit back a strangled moan and listened to her pleasured sigh as she slowly sheathed him.
They listened to each other's labored breathing and short pants for a moment, needing a minute to get used to the intensity and feel of the other. Draco watched her eyes shut tightly and felt her palms weighted against his chest, ankles digging into his calves. He joined her in closing his eyes in bliss as she clenched herself around him.
It felt too bloody good.
Draco Malfoy rarely needed anything, but at that moment, he needed her to move.
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Hermione never knew she could feel so full. None of her few and past lovers have ever been able to invoke this feeling in her. Sure she's felt the passion and pleasure of sexual activities, but this was so different. She experimentally flexed her muscles to see if she really was one hundred percent filled up with Malfoy.
She gasped at the tightening in her abdomen tripled. The tingle quickly turned into a heightening itch and got worse as Malfoy arched against her.
His gruff voice was foreign to her as it broke the silence of the room. "Damn it Granger, move already."
Hermione quirked her eyebrows in disbelief. Was Malfoy begging?
Oh, she was definitely going to have fun with this.
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It had been one fucked up morning.
After waking up in an empty corridor of the Hufflepuff wing, his head had been aching, wrists bruised up, had a raging hard on (that after two attempts of wanking off it still wouldn't go down), and an insatiable craving for cinnamon, Draco felt like resigning his prefect badge.
Who in bloody hell has ever ended up in this type of condition doing prefect rounds?
Grumpily walking towards the Great Hall, Draco's headache got even worse as the annoying chattering echoing off the walls reached his ears.
Rowdy ass Gryffindors.
Stopping in the doorway, the Slytherin prefect tried to shake off the dizziness that came with the head pain. The suppressing effects of the pain cure potion from earlier had already disappeared. Grabbing onto a side of the entrance to steady himself, he felt someone brush by him.
Despite the relaxo spell he placed on it earlier, his dick sprung up to attention as the apple fragrance reached his nostrils.
His eyes shut tight as a memory overtook his mind.
Panting loudly, he tried to move into her as she gradually came back down from her cloud. After she reached her peak, she had collapsed onto him. Her breath played against his shoulder as her hair tickled his nose and chin. She molded against him and felt her erratic heartbeat thump against his. He knew she was happily satisfied as the pleasured sigh left her lips and warmed his shoulder. The relaxed softness in her form contrasted clearly against his hardened and tensed one. Draco shifted his hips forward hoping to find the same release she did, but found none as his bindings restricted him from taking any positive actions.Groaning in agony, Draco buried his face into the bushy nest hoping it would muffle the pitiful sound. All that did was intensify the fruity scent wafting into his nose. Curiosity took over as he tried to define the unique scent. Sniffing deeply, he made out an apple aroma with hints of peaches. It pleased his sense of smell but his body and mind absolutely hated it as it heightened his arousal and need for her.
Breathing harshly, Draco snapped his eyes open as the memory passed by. Where the hell did that come from? The headache completely vanished and his vision cleared. Glancing up, he searched for the one that had previously passed by, but didn't find anyone walking or standing. Straightening up, he scowled as he realized at how weak he had been to lean up against a bloody doorway.
The scowl turned darker as he felt the deep-rooted pressure of his erection come to attention. Quickly glancing around, Draco inconspicuously rearranged his robes to hide the prominent bulge in his pants. Smirking slightly at a few of his ogling fangirls, he quickly turned around and headed back to his dormitory.
A relaxo spell wasn't going to work on this one.
He needed a calming drought as well.
But he'd try wanking off first.
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Author's Corner: Haha. So yeah, Hott? Better? No good? Should I stop? Don't get me wrong. Constructive criticism is totally appreciated, but just downright rude and insulting and "you suck" comments just aren't welcome (mainly by the anonymous, now if you're signed on…). Ah well. No clue when my next update will be. I'm hoping it will come out before summer break starts. Hmm… So yeah. Thank you to those that reviewed my story! I'll try to respond to all of you before my Speech Assignment is due. Lol. Later!
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And Toby Hemingway (Ohhhh when he played Reid from The Covenant © I had a heart attack. His blonde hair, totally chiseled body from the locker-room scene and sexy voice… DROOL)
No offense to Tom Felton but, Toby Hemingway aka Reid is just MY vision of who DRACO is. Snarkish, conceited and arrogant to boot too! Lol.
But guess what.
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