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If someone had told Hermione that five years after the war she would willingly be on her knees in front of her childhood tormentor, his cock in her mouth and his fingers knotting themselves in her curls as he moaned about how good she felt, she would have asked them if they needed to check themselves into St. Mungos. Yet here she was, hands tied behind her back with his belt and tears leaking from her eyes as she deep throated the best cock she had ever had. What had started off as a need to deal with the trauma she had gone through during the war had turned into her favorite pastime. She originally just need a safe place to give up control and just be for a few hours a week. But now, it was almost a daily occurrence, whether at home or even at work, whenever Draco found a way to get her alone and in a quiet spot.
Even now, after months of giving up control and learning about what she wanted and needed, she wasn’t quite sure how she had even convinced Draco this was something he should partake in. Sure, when she had brought it up to him, they were both slightly intoxicated after getting drinks with their friends at the pub, but they both should have come to their senses after they had sobered up. But there was just something about the fact that after their friends had left to their own homes, Hermione and Draco had stayed behind and allowed themselves to open up to each other. She had shared that she felt exhausted from always needing to be perfect in the public’s eyes, being that she was Harry’s friend and helped end the war. She said she had wanted just to hand control over to someone for once and not have to think or overanalyze everything, even if it were only for a few hours. He had shared that he felt he didn’t have enough control over his life and hadn’t ever since their sixth year at Hogwarts.
When they had gotten ready to leave, she brought up that maybe they could help each other with their need to have control or lack thereof. He originally laughed at her suggestion but saw that she was being serious and told her he would think about it. He had leaned down to kiss her on the cheek to bid her farewell, but she had moved at the last second and his lips landed on hers. It had been purely accidental, but it had opened up the flood gates they had both been holding in. The next thing they knew, he was apperating them to his home and they had ended up in bed together. In the morning, they promised to maybe give it a try and see where it went.
And that was how Hermione was in Draco’s office, pleasuring him the best she could.
“That’s right, Granger. Right there. I’m going to-” he moaned as he thrust his hips forward once more to release himself into her mouth. He held her on his cock until he had emptied into her mouth and started to go soft. As soon as he released his hold on her hair, she looked up at him and licked her lips. “Merlin, you’re perfect,” he growled as he flicked his wand and the restraints on her hands released.
He pulled her off of her knees and into his lap, tucking her under his chin and running his fingers up and down her arms. She shivered under his touch and nestled in closer, almost purring with content. “I could say the same thing about you,” she mumbled.
“Definitely the best office head I’ve ever gotten,” he chuckled.
She looked up at him through her eyelashes, “You say that as if you’ve gotten office head before.”
“You have given me head in the office before, don’t forget about that,” he bopped the tip of her nose.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and pushed off his lap to put her clothes back on. “At least we made it to your office this time. I’d hate to see the look on Harry’s face if ever caught us.”
Draco tucked himself back into his trousers and moved to help her with her robes. “Yes, but there’s just something about the look of horror that just does it for me.”
“You’re awful,” she playfully smacked his arm.
“Mmm, but you love it when I’m awful.” He bent pulled her back to his front and nibbled on her ear. The wiggle of her ass against him made his cock twitch with excitement and he pressed his hips into her. Even though he had just helped her get dressed, he wanted to strip her back down and have his way with her again. He toyed with the hem of her skirt and slid his long fingers up her thigh.
“Time and place, Malfoy. Time and place.” She stepped out of his hold and started towards the door. Before she opened it, she turned and shot him a smile, “Yours or mine tonight?”
He took one long step towards her and crowded her against the door. He swore he could hear her heartbeat in the quiet of the room and he knew that if he ran his hand under her skirt, he’d find her dripping wet. “Keep it up, witch, and you’ll see how awful I can get,” he growled.
“Yours or mine?” she asked again, not backing down.
Draco straightened up and fixed his tie. “I’ll leave the Floo open to mine. Wear that green thing I sent you.” With that, he grabbed the handle and flicked the door open. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Granger,” he called out as she exited the office.
“Of course, Mr. Malfoy.” She enjoyed the game they had. They were able to give and take from each other without putting too much thought into what it all meant. The fact that they were running around behind their friends’ backs and meeting behind locked doors was only part of the fun. But she loved how she was able to shut off her brain and he was able to take control. It was a win-win situation. It was even better that she knew that they would be able to put an end to it as soon as they felt there was a need.
However, deep down, and she meant deeeeeep down, she didn’t ever want it to end. Their time together kept the nightmares away. She felt content with her life when she was with Malfoy. She felt free and that she could finally be her true self when she was with him. The only time she was able to get a full night’s rest was after they had scened together and then she would pass out in his bed, in his arms.
“Hermione, wait up!” Harry called after her as she walked into a lift. She put her hand out to stop the cage from closing and waited for him.
“What’s up, Harry?” she asked the heavily breathing man.
“Ginny wants to know if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight. I was going to send an owl but I saw you coming out of Malfoy’s office. Seems you’ve been down there quite a bit lately.” He elbowed her playfully as the lift surged backward.
She chewed on her lip, not sure how to answer his observation. “We’ve been working on a new project together.” She could feel the blush creeping up the back of her neck.
“What project? As Head Auror, I’d know about a project between our departments.”
“It’s a personal project,” she spat out quickly. Maybe too quickly.
“A personal project, really ‘Mione?” Harry looked at her over his glasses.
She simply shrugged and kept looking forward. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It really is a personal project.”
“Your lipstick is smudged a little,” he pointed to the corner of his mouth to indicate what he meant.
“I made sure…” she trailed off as she took out a compact to check on what he was talking about.
“How long have you been sleeping with him?” he chuckled.
She gaped at him like a fish out of water. “I- I don’t… We were… There’s no… How?” How did he know? They had been so careful about sneaking around and making sure no one knew.
“You honestly thought I wouldn’t know if my best friend and top Auror were fucking each other? You’ve become calmer than you have since the war ended and Malfoy actually smiled at me the other day.”
Just then, the lift came to a sudden stop and Hermione ripped open the cage with more force than necessary. She took a step out of the lift and turned back to look at her friend. “You can’t tell Ronald.” It wasn’t a question or a comment, but a threat.
Harry threw up his hands in fake surrender, “I’m not that stupid.” She shot him another look. “I’m guessing dinner is a no for tonight then.”
“I’ll have to take a rain check.” She stepped off of the lift.
“Tell Malfoy I say hello,” he called after her.
As Hermione walked through the Floo to Malfoy’s, she was greeted by his house-elf, Mopsy. Tonight, the little creature was dawning a little blue dress with a white apron in the front. The last time the elf greeted her, she was in a red dress with a white apron. She had quite the array of colored dresses and always told Hermione about the gratitude she had towards Malfoy and the kindness he showed towards her.
“Mr. Malfoy is in his study, Ms. Granger, ma’am,” Mopsy squeaked with delight.
“Thank you, Mopsy. I’ll just be on my way.” With a flick of her wand, Hermione apparated in front of the study doors. After the first few times of them sleeping together, Draco had changed the apparition wards to allow her to move freely throughout the manor and its surrounding lands.
Before she could even touch the doorknob, Malfoy’s voice boomed through. “Take off your coat before you even think about entering.”
They hadn’t even started scening yet and just the sound of his command made her tremble with anticipation. She quickly shed her coat and left it in a pile on the floor. The cool air of the manor swept across the thin lace of her bra, causing her nipples to become erect and pebbled. The crotchless panties she wore did nothing to stop the breeze from her already wet center. With a shiver, she opened the door and stepped in.
Malfoy was sitting at his desk, piles of paperwork surrounding him and flying around the room to file themselves away. He didn’t even look up from the form he was reading as she stepped up to the desk. She began to kneel in front of the desk, but he stopped her by patting on his thigh as if to tell her to sit on his lap. She took one step towards him but he shook his head and pointed down at the floor, motioning for her to get down and crawl towards him. With a smile on her face, she got down on her hands and knees and began to do just that. Some might find the act revolting but she found nothing but excitement from it.
As she crawled towards him, she made sure to put a swing to her hips and a bite to her bottom lip. A low growl came from Malfoy’s direction at her actions. Once she got to him, she stopped and awaited further directions. “I want you to take out my cock and sit on it until I’m through with paperwork.” His voice was deeper and darker than usual.
Hermione looked up at him through her eyelashes and grinned as she slinked up between Malfoy’s legs, running her hands across his upper thighs. Her hands stopped at his bulging cock, straining to get out, and skimmed her fingertips lightly over it to the top of his zipper. Slowly, she pulled down his fly and released him from his confines; leaning forward and licking a strip up his hard, hot member. As she took the head of his cock in her mouth, he grabbed her by the chin and pulled her up to look into his eyes. What was normally gray rain clouds were not storms rolling in to destroy her.
“I said sit on my cock, Granger, not chock on it,” he growled. She nodded slowly in return. “Now be a good little witch and do what you’re told.”
She allowed him to pull her off of her knees and onto his lap. He positioned her to sit facing him, impaled on his cock, arms twisted around her back in a way to cause her chest to thrust forward. With the flick of his wand, leather cuffs bound her hands together so that she was stuck in her position and unable to touch herself. The last time he had made her sit on his cock, she had whined about not being touched or getting to touch. He had warned her that if she went against his orders to just sit still like a good girl and keep her hands to herself, he would have to bind her next time.
“How do you feel?” he asked as he ran his nose up and down the side of her throat. The simple action caused the material of his shirt to scrape against her tender nipples. Between his shirt and the lace of her bra, it was almost like pure torture.
“Very full,” she sighed, leaning into his chest and taking in a whiff of what was left of his cologne.
He bit down on the junction where her neck and shoulder met, causing her to hiss and thrust her breasts forward against him. “Very full what?”
“Very full, sir.”
Malfoy kissed where he bit and went back to his paperwork, “Very good, pet.”
The next ten minutes were pure torture with a mix of absolute bliss as Malfoy continued to work at his desk and Hermione sat there. Every now and then, he would move a certain way to cause the head of his cock to pull against her g-spot, or the material of his trousers to sweep against her engorged clit and it drove her absolutely mad. She was sure that her wetness was starting to seep into the material of his trousers, creating quite the stain. The feeling of his cock inside of her without the movement or friction that she craved was surely going to drive her crazy. She would try to move a little here and there to relieve the pressure but any time he felt her do so, he would swat her bottom and start working slower.
“Draco,” she whined into his throat. He knew she was getting serious when she called him by his first name.
“Yes, darling?” he cracked a grin.
“I need-” she cut herself off with a gasp when Malfoy quickly jerked his hips forward. The feeling made her core clench and tummy flutter with anticipation. Maybe she had been a good girl and he would finally fuck her now. He would get up from his chair, bend her over his desk, and have his ever-loving way with her until they both came, screaming each other’s names. The very thought of the act made her moan and release another gush of wetness.
“What do you need, pet?” he asked as he put a hand between their chests and began thumbing one of her hard nipples. It shot lightning straight down to her core.
“I nee- uuugh,” she moaned as he bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Use your words, pet. Tell me what you need.” The very feeling of his lips moving against her tit while a hand massaged and played with the other was about to put Hermione over the edge.
“I need you.”
“How do you need me?” Draco dragged his nose through the valley of her breasts, up her throat, and across her cheek to the shell of her ear. “Do you need me to fuck you?” he whispered and then lightly bit her earlobe.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he thrust his hip forward again to emphasize what he meant. She nodded into his shoulder and whined when he started to pull her off of him. “Tell me what you want or I’ll stop,” he threatened with a growl.
“Fuck me, Draco. Please. I can’t-” she wasn’t able to finish her thought as he crushed his lips to hers and swallowed her pleads into a searing kiss. He grabbed her hips in a bruising hold and slammed down on him as he simultaneously thrust up.
Fuck he loved when she called him by his first name. He had meant to let her strew for a little bit longer, she how close to the edge he could take her, but the moment she called him Draco, the little hold that he had on his control snapped in half. He fucked her in his desk chair at an almost punishing pace as she moaned about how good he felt and her hot, tight entrance gripped his cock. The feeling of her heavy breasts bouncing against his chest and her wet, heat soaking through his trousers was driving him insane. He knew she had to be on the edge because he had been there since she had sunk down onto him. He could have blown right then and there but he wanted her to finish first. He reached down between their bodies and pressed into her clit with his thumb. Combining that with his heavy thrusts, she came crashing down and he swallowed her screams with his mouth. A few more thrusts and he broke with her.
The pair just sat there in the desk chair, catching their breaths and allowing reality to come back to them. As soon as Draco was sure they had come back to their senses, he grabbed his wand and apparated them up to his bedroom. When they landed on the bed, he flicked his wand, causing the leather cuffs to take Hermione’s hands from behind her back to pulling them above her head and attaching them to the headboard. Another flick and both of their clothes disappeared with a pop and his tie wrapped around her eyes to block all sight.
Draco wanted to just jump into bed with her and fuck her into the mattress but he had spent all week coming up with something new for them to try. After their last scene together, Hermione had mentioned that she would like to dabble with some nipple play and he was more than willing to give it to her. He set his wand down on the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out the clamps and chain he had bought from a muggle sex shot earlier in the week.
“Draco?” Hermione asked, obviously hearing the jingle of the chains.
He chuckled and climbed up onto the bed, right between her spread legs. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a slow, hot kiss. He trailed kisses down her throat and to her tits, sucking each nipple into his mouth until it was a tight peak. She moaned and squirmed under him as he scraped against her nipples with his teeth. After he was sure he had gotten the perfect amount of gasps, sighs, and hip thrusts he had garnered from her, he carefully attached a clamp to each nipple, tightening each one to the point of perfect pain and pleasure.
Once he was satisfied with his work, he gave a quick tug on the chain that ran between them, eliciting a breathy, “ Fuck” from the woman under him. “Draco, what are-” she started but he swallowed her question with a blistering kiss and another tug on the chain.
After their hot kiss, he leaned back on his knees and looked down at Hermione. She was such a sight, flushed and breathy, her arms tied above her head and the nipple clamps straining with every deep breath in. Her wet, hot pussy was glistening with her arousal and made the inside of her thighs slick. “You’re so beautiful, pet. Bound and at my mercy,” he complimented.
“Please fuck me,” she breathed.
“Soon, darling. Soon.” He kissed a line down her flat stomach to her pussy. Draco paused to take in a deep breath of her womanly scent. Without warning, he dove in to eat his fill of her. Her hips bucked against his face as he licked, sucked, and bit at her pussy. One of his hands joined his mouth, fingers diving in and out of her channel and thumb massaging her sensitive clit. The other hand tugged at the chain on the clamps.
“Draco. Sir. I’m so close!” she cried.
“Not yet, darling.” His voice vibrated through her core.
“Please, Draco,” she writhed against him and bucked her hips. He didn’t answer, he just drove another finger into her tight channel and pulled on the nipple clamps a little harder.
Just when he was sure that he had driven her absolutely mad, he kissed her inner thigh and whispered, “Now.”
She came with a scream and gushed against his face. He lapped up every drop that he could get and kissed his way back up her body, holding her as she spasmed around him with her second orgasm. He kissed her lips softly as he took the tie off of her and looked until he caught her aware eyes. “Think you can go for another orgasm?” he asked.
Hermione just moaned and shook her head, resting her face in the crook of her elbow.
“I think you can,” he kissed her shoulder and lined up the head of his cock with entrance. “You did tell me to fuck you,” he joked.
“I can’t, Draco,” she breathed out.
“Yes you can, Hermione. I just want one more ,” he whispered in her ear as his deft skilled fingers manually undid the cuffs around her wrists. They interlaced their fingers and held onto each other as he pressed into her, stretching her to the brim. “One more, my good little witch.”
This time, he went at a slower pace as he pumped in and out, their bodies going in perfect rhythm. The scrape of her nipple clamps across his own chest sent shivers down his spine. Her legs wrapped around his hips to pull him closer and deeper. No matter how rough or fast they went at the start of their scenes, they would always end with sweet and slow. It was almost as if they were making love if they could allow themselves to even think or feel such a thing.
As they both came to a crashing end together, Draco whispered words of praise, telling Hermione how beautiful she is and how proud of her he was. He was barely able to keep himself from collapsing onto her before he released her from the nipple clamps. As soon as that was done, he pulled her into his arms and allowed her to come back to in comfort and safety. They were both so comfortable that they couldn’t keep sleep from washing over them.
They awoke sometime later, wrapped in each other’s arms. Hermione leaned up and pressed a kiss to Draco’s cheek. “You called me Hermione,” she observed.
“You called me Draco,” he smiled sleepily.
She sat up and leaned against her elbows. “What does this mean?”
Draco groaned and pulled her back down to him, tucking her under his chin, and sighed. “It means you’re not allowed to leave me tonight. Or ever. It means your mine. Now turn off that brain of yours and go to sleep.”
“Do you promise?” she whispered.
“Promise what?”
“That I’m yours.”
Draco chuckled and kissed her forehead, “Yes. Now last warning. Turn that brain off.”
A silence fell upon them as they cuddled together in his large bed. “I guess this means you can come with me to dinner with Harry and Ginny tomorrow.” Hermione’s voice broke through. Draco’s hand came down on her bare ass, causing her to gasp in surprise. “Alright, I’ll turn it off,” she grumbled and nestled into his arms.
As she allowed her mind to stop wandering and let sleep take over, she swore she heard one last thing before succumbing to her dreams. “Good night, love.”