Hermione needed to get on board with the demands he was going to be making. She had given her word that she would do whatever he asked. Even to being a willing participant. She needed to be prepared for it. For the worst of it. She was in no way expert on the ways a man could want sex, but she could have a plan for the ones she knew.
Famous for the lists she made in any situation, this seemed like the perfect time to make one. She had no pen or ink, so she had to keep her list on her fingers. That was okay. Heaven help her if Draco ever found a printed list of perversions in her handwriting.
One. Straight sex. Subgroup missionary, doggy, side, oral, anal. That was a relatively easy one, even if she did find it all revolting with him.
Two. Sadism. Subgroup bondage, whips, chains, cording, burns, clamps, biting/marking. That one would be a bit more difficult. Thankfully the nature of this group relied on her submission. He would be in control and all she'd have to manage was her own reactions.
Three. Group sex. Appendix above subgroups. This would mean he would invite his friends to come over and humiliate her as much as possible. Which would mean any or all of the subgroups above. Possible, but this is the most unlikely of scenarios. She still didn't believe he would risk his skin just to impress his cronies with a quick fuck.
Four. Fetishes. Subgroup role play, kink, spanking, dominatrix, cross dressing, toys, urine play, cutting, hot wax, bestiality, etc. Again, an unlikely scenario. She had searched his room and found nothing unusual to speak of. He had a trophy box of panties under the bed, with the owner's name lovingly embroidered on them with a star rating. A stack of wizarding skin magazines, and a male sex toy she believed to be called a pocket pussy. All that was really nothing unusual for a teenager. The etc was concerning. He was being taught how to treat women by death eaters and werewolves at a revel. There was no telling what he had learned or wanted to experiment with. Again, she would just have to do her best to control her reactions.
She looked at her fingers and reread the lists many times. Imagining scenarios of the two of them in each. Practicing how she was going to react, think, speak, participate. By the end she was so preoccupied and jumpy that when Draco slammed the door to get her attention she almost screamed and ducked behind the desk.
"What's the matter with you Granger? You're all nerved up. What's happened?"
"N-n-nothing. I've just been alone with my thoughts and… fears all day." She stammered and blushed.
He smiled. "Does that mean you missed me princess? Don't want to be alone? How nice to come home to find you all dressed up and waiting for me to ravish you." He came to her side and swiftly grabbed her around the waist, kissing her with a great deal of passion. She opened her mouth to him as he requested, kissing him back. "You look lovely my dear. Too bad I have to leave you again. I'm expected downstairs for dinner with our honored guest."
He left her standing there to go into the closet to shower and change. "It's a good thing I'm fairly accomplished at occlumency. Otherwise, he could see right through me, to you. I shall have to work especially hard to not think of you naked and writhing under me while I eat my dinner. If you were anyone else, I would show him my fantasy. He enjoys watching a bit of nonconsensual. I think the only reason I'm still alive is that he delights in my… youthful indiscretions?"
He was naked as he walked slowly out of the closet to the bathroom. Hermione's eyes were the size of saucers. Not that she hadn't seen a naked man before. There were glimpses of Ron and Harry now and again. But neither of them had paraded past her in all their glory. He had the gall to be unashamed in front of her.
He smirked when he saw her reaction. "See something you like princess?" That much confidence was kind of sexy. Hermione realized she was staring and quickly turned away. Draco laughed as he went in, delighted at her innocent blush. "I'll have to invite you into the shower with me next time. As it is, I'm already a bit late. Father will be steaming."
Hermione made a mental note to add shower sex to list number one. Sweet Circe but he was built. When did that happen? Where was the skinny little unattractive ferret who teased her relentlessly? How could she have never noticed those thighs and that tight butt before? Must have come from all the quidditch games.
Despite the sound of the water running, she could hear Draco burst out laughing.
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Hermione thought he would return in an hour or two. He was gone past eleven, and she began to worry. Had something happened. Had she been discovered? Was that red eyed bastard torturing him in some dank cell below because of it? She caught herself feeling guilty. No matter what she thought of him, he had suffered, he had been tortured, his family's lives were at stake because of her. He may be a prat, but he didn't deserve torture. No one did. He didn't want to be a death eater. He did it to protect his parents. How many rules had she broken to protect the people she loved?
Wait. What was the matter with her? When did she start feeling that way about him? Making excuses for him. Was she really feeling sorry for a man who was in all probability going to rape her that night. She had to admit he hadn't really hurt her. He'd only protected her, so far.
Obviously being cooped up in this room was taking a toll on her sanity. She had so many conflicting feelings it was painful. She was happy to be free of the fear of snatchers, but it was only because she was a slave at Malfoy's beck and call. She was glad to not be starving to death anymore, because a house elf kept her fed like a pig to slaughter. She was pleased to be warm and clean, only happening because she had to be worthy of entertaining him. Worst of all, she was almost anticipating his advances, knowing she must comply, not fighting him tooth and nail as she should be.
Oh Gods, what would Harry and Ron think of her? Would they call her a traitor and turn their backs? Would they be able to see she was just doing what she must to survive and get back to The Order? At least that was what she was telling herself. Maybe it was time to face a hard fact. She was lonely and tired of fighting.
Hermione had been struggling with this evil since she was eleven years old. She didn't want to fight anymore, not without the boys. She needed someone who truly wanted her for herself. Not just someone who wanted her to have all the answers. The one to decide what was the right thing to do. Always having to be so prim and proper, beyond reproach. The perfect princess they all expected. Hermione just wanted to let go and let someone else decide for once.
She was about to have another good cry when he walked in the door. Hermione got up from the bed and came to him. "Are you alright?" She looked him over. He didn't have any obvious wounds. His eyes were not filled with pain. "What took so long? I thought you just went down for dinner. I-I thought… something had happened to you." Unwilling to let him see her vulnerability she turned and sat in the chair in front of the fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest. Getting angry with herself for being a fool.
He stood dumbfounded and just a bit touched, though he didn't want her to know that. "You were worried about me princess? Oh, that is rich. Dear diary, today my sex toy was worried about me. She was worried that I'd be dead and she'd be left without a protector, or was it that Voldy had cracked open my skull and scooped out my memories of her?"
She had a look of betrayal on her face that he didn't understand. He came to stand behind her, pulled her hair aside and planted kisses down her neck, whispering in her ear. "Or was it something else? Something you wanted to experience and thought, now you never would."
"You're such an arrogant ass Malfoy."
He chuckled at her. "I'm alright princess." He cooed, putting his hand down to caress her breast, wantonly moaning his approval of its feel. "There was quite a ruckus. Father had to explain why he couldn't find you." Draco smiled a wicked smile. "Snape saved the day again. Father's recovering in his room. I had to wait until everyone left, to be sure there would be no one around to find us in the dungeon. I told you I would take you to see them. Don't you still want to go?"
