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Draco's Camera	By : bettysilks Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 37709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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He told her where to sit, how to cross her legs, what to do with her arms. She did it all, not even thinking about protest until he set the camera on the dresser. Silently, she watched him adjust it, point it just so. When he flicked it on and leaned against the dresser next to it, smiling fiercely down at her, she had to speak.

She whispered, “Take that off.”

“Are you telling me what to do?”

The edge in his voice changed her mind. She broke eye contact and turned her head to the side, lifting her hand to pick at a scrap of lint on the cheaply knit blanket. He was feeling confrontational, she could tell. Well, she wasn’t going to go there with him.

“What’s your name?”

Sharply, she turned her chin back to him and glared. Was he serious?

“You know my name, Dr-”

“I want you to say it.” he hissed, giving her a pointed look.

She looked down at her legs, crossed Indian-style. Her body, drowning in his shirt, his scent. His feel. The fabric that had touched his skin now brushing against hers.

As if he didn’t own enough of her...

“Hermione.”

He smiled now, a big clown-like grin.

“And what do you want me to do to you, Hermione?”

Her stomach turned. Violently, she yanked a stray thread from the blanket. Looping it around her forefinger like a little noose, she stared at his face. He wasn’t backing down and she could see his patience dwindling with every second that passed without an answer.

“I… want… you to fuck me.”

He groaned, as if she’d touched him with the words. An involuntary shudder went through her. The movement spurred him into action. He kicked off his slacks as he moved towards her. Too quickly, he was behind her, one leg curled up against her torso and the other stretched next to her thigh. A strong arm around her waist yanked her back, against his chest, against his cock.

She dipped her chin, keeping a small sliver of his arm in her sights. Nothing would stop him but she liked to know what was coming and when it was coming. He lifted his other hand, drawing lines over her mouth with his thumb. Her lips were tight, shutting his taste out until he forced her to take it. He pressed his thumb against her tongue.

“Hermione.” he moaned.

Her back straightened. She needed a minute. She wasn’t quite used to the way he completely invaded her space. He hadn’t eased her into things like he usually did. So she hadn’t the time to stifle her repulsion.

“Answer me.”

His gentility turned harsh at the drop of a dime. His fingers tightened around her chin and she whimpered, more from surprise than pain.

“Yes, D… Draco. Yes.” she mumbled, words distorted by the finger still clouding her mouth.

“So beautiful.” he murmured, pressing his nose to her cheek, following with his lips and, “So fucking beautiful.”

She closed her eyes, trying to block him out. She wasn’t lame enough to be confused by his compliments. They were obsessive, possessive, twisted. He couldn’t think she was beautiful, after all she’d done?

The arm around her waist tightened, pressing her body back to his. His free hand slipped under the shirt. She gasped when his skin touched hers. Never got used to it. Never expected it. His fingers pressed deep against her ribs before digging into her breasts, each one in turn. He hissed in her ear, his tongue darting out to lick.

“Nnh…” she sighed, catching her no at the last possible moment.

“Don’t say that to me. I don’t want to hear that word from you.”

Change of tactics, then. She told him that she wanted it, that she wanted him. All the while her eyes were fixed to the wall on the right. No looking at the mirror. No looking, or even thinking of the camera. The stupid muggle camera. How had he even gotten his hands on it?

“My slut.” he called her. “Your mine… Hermione?”

“Y-yes.”

And she whipped her hand up to wipe the tear before it landed on his arm. He hated that, hated to see that weakness from her.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Only.”

“Only yours, Draco.”

Her stomach dropped to the floor below the bed as he moved around her, pressing her shoulders to the sheets. He darted away to the camera. When he came back, there was no preamble. He yanked the shirt up and she took it the rest of the way, folding it carefully before setting it behind her. He stood over her like a lord, or rather, a kid. A stupid, little child who didn’t know better than to take candy from a stranger. His hand came out and ran down her body, from her lips to her toes. He made a low sound in his throat, half a moan and half a sob. Hermione turned her eyes without turning her head. His mood would change and strike like lightening if she turned away from him. She didn’t want that. Already, she could start to feel the little tremors pass through her hands, just at the tips. Soon they’d be racking her whole body. It would be the fear, the worry-like every ounce of anxiety she’d ever felt going through her while he worked her.

“Hermione.” he growled. “Look at the camera. While I’m inside you, look at the fucking camera.”

She flinched, a physical reaction to how bad she wanted to say no to that. But he was on her before she could even think. His lips covering hers, fingers tightening around her neck when she didn’t respond quick enough. Gasping his air, she forced her lips to move, to taste the deceptive sweetness of his mouth.

Below all of that, he held her thighs wide as he pressed into her through her white underwear. But, he seemed to have found his momentary fetish. He ground her hips into the bed, forcing her to feel him. Momentarily, something inside her flipped and she enjoyed it. Just as quickly, the realization set in and she tried to clamp her thighs closed.

“Don’t.” he hissed, grabbing her knees.

She growled, something inherent wanting to fight him. Draco grinned and licked a wet path along the side of her neck.

“I could make my slut like it if I wanted to... couldn’t I, Hermione?”

Another switch flipped and she nodded as she spread her legs for him. He smirked nastily and pinched her chin.

“Watch me.”

She did, craning her neck as she watched his tongue move over her chest. Everywhere. Marking her. Why he should want to, she couldn’t fathom. After all she’d done...

He bit her, making her hiss and focus. His mouth traveled, giving little nips designed to torture.

“Now look at the camera.”

As much as he horrified her, she’d rather watch him than that thing that could be the tool to her permanent humiliation. His fingers tightened on her flesh and she turned her head.

“Look at it. If I find out you didn’t…”

Draco didn’t have to finish. Hermione’s imagination did that for him. Her eyes snapped to the little lens.

He went lower, tongue dipping into her belly button briefly before coming back up to her neck. Teeth, lips. He left a mark. Then, his hands retracted from her. Her gaze wavered minutely before she talked herself out of inciting his wrath by looking away from the camera. She didn’t have to wait long to find out what he was up to. He gripped the top of her underwear and ripped, ripped, ripped until they were shreds he could leave loosely around her waist while he fucked her. And after he was done his sperm would run freely down her legs as she made her way back to her common room and that fucking Weasley...

Draco took a deep breath.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” she parroted, gasping as he flipped her over onto her stomach roughly.

He nudged her thighs with his knees and she spread them, the shivers starting to make her hands move in a more pronounced way. She could almost feel her thighs shaking too. She dug her fingers into the blanket, holding on to it like it could help her now. The tears started to leak from her eyes, but she didn’t bother about them this time. They couldn’t touch him where he was, kneeling between her legs.

He shoved two fingers into her, making her flinch and tense up. He slapped her ass. Made it worse. She willed herself to relax… relax…relax, Hermione.

Another hand, another two fingers, stretching her out so he could see inside. He liked that. Seeing inside.

She whimpered again. He didn’t need to see that much.

“P-please.”

He relented, leaving only one hand. He spit on his fingers, on her. The liquid was warm and silky, easing his way in. She couldn’t get wet. Wished she could; his generosity only went so far.

“Look at that pretty little pussy.”

But she was looking at the damn camera. Focused on it like it was the one fucking her.

“Look at it.” he breathed, surging forward to drag his tongue all up and down her.

He straightened up, not to soon in her book. The way she felt when he put his tongue on her, his hot mouth...

His wet hands closed on her hips and pulled her back- closer to him, on to him.

She let out her loudest noise yet, a guttural moan.

“Fuuuuck… Yeah.”

She hid her face in the sheets for a split second and no longer because he had told her to look at the camera. She panted, whimpered a little the first few times. He pulled out, spit into her and pressed back in.

“You fit me. Fit me so fucking perfectly, little mudblood.” he told her.

She tried not to close up, just to let him in and have done with it. She wanted to close her eyes, needed to hide behind their lids. She settled for long, slow blinks. But there was nowhere to hide, not for someone like her.

“Hermione.”

“Yes, I… love it.” she said, the roughness in her throat making it so that she didn’t have to pretend to moan.

It came out sounding pressed and urgent the way he liked.

“Fuck me.” she urged in a whisper. “Fuck me…Draco.”

Because now, she wanted it. Deserved it.

He growled behind her and yanked her hips back a little more. She bit down on the sound her body would have let out. He leaned over her, his big hands smoothing down her back to her ass, cupping it and holding it wide.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass, Hermione? Want me to fuck that tight, little asshole?”

She looked down at the teal blanket, her fist buried in it. Her whole body was shaking now. The pent up anxiety going through her in waves that made it seem like she was rocking against him purposefully. She couldn’t help it anymore. She wailed. She didn’t want THAT when he was in THIS mood.

“Please, no.” she begged, her lips almost touching the sheet. “Please, no.”

And she couldn’t just leave it at that. Not really.

“Draco. In my pussy. F-Fuck my pussy.”

With one hand, she reached back, could hardly get it up from the tremors in her arm. She managed to palm his chest. He dove closer, covering her ear with his mouth. She flinched, drawing herself away from him, but his hand came up and clamped onto her shoulder. His voice was wet in her ear, making her want to roll into a ball so tight it’d suffocate her.

“Gods, I love your pussy... So tight. All mine... Like it when I fuck you? You were made for me, me alone.”

She grunted and he returned the sound for her. His hands closed around her neck, fingers tightening.

No.

She resisted the urge to reach up and pry his claws from her throat, where she breathed, spoke. That was too important for him to fuck with. But, he held tight and she allowed him to squeeze until she was light-headed. When she was gasping, he moved forward and pressed his cheek to hers.

“Breathe with me.” he urged, massaging her neck with his long fingers.

The air was too good, too vital not to do as he had said. She sucked it in, almost ignoring his tight spasms behind her.

“Fuck. Fuck, little bitch.”

He pulled her back straight, making her arch because of his hold on her hair.

“Touch me.”

She clenched her fists before putting her hands around his back, as if she’d push him deeper into herself. He pressed against her belly, his hands big and oppressive on her narrow waist.

It would be over soon.

“Tell me what you want.”

He made her turn her chin, talk with his tongue half shoved down her throat.

“C-come in my pussy.”

Draco let out a long animalistic groan and she spasmed, feeling him hot inside her. They’d gone a long time. She was shaking violently now, worse than a crack addict with the twitches. There was even a little tick in her face that made her look like she was winking. But he didn’t seem to notice. He was smothering her. Pressed against the cold sweat on her back, against her lungs- barely letting her breathe.

The backs of his fingers caressed her face, ignoring everything but the silk of her skin. He caught his breath too slowly and kissed the corner of her mouth before getting up.

Ok. She’d done her part. Now she was done. As soon as her body caught up with her mind she was gone.

“Wait.” he barked, sensing her need for flight. “Not done with you yet, honey.”

Her lip twitched and he smiled as he strolled over, camera in hand.

No. She was just starting to come down, her body mellowing out and relaxing itself.

“Please, Draco. Please. We’re done. You said-”

“We’re done when I say we’re done!”

His hand came out fast like lightening and fisted in her hair, her soft tender curls. He yanked her around until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking from the cold and a new set of nerves now.

“Open up for Daddy.” he said, smirking wryly at his language.

“Unhh.” she moaned, almost wanting to protest, but deciding it wasn’t worth the risk.

She put her feet up on the edge of the mattress, shaking so bad she almost fell off. He slapped her thigh, twice in quick succession.

“Stop that.”

She tried. She tried so hard, and thankfully, he wasn’t concerned with that anymore. He had the camera trained between her legs.

“Look at my cum dripping out of this pretty little pussy. Look at that beautiful sight... She should be honored that I give it to her, my little mudblood whore.”

She shook, jerked forward with the force of it. His hand shot out and blocked her from falling all over him. He met her eye and blinked at her, as if he just couldn’t understand. She gave him a subtle nod. This was his show, not hers.

“Be still, Hermione.”

He didn’t hit her this time and that helped a little. She got herself together enough.

“Get it, honey. I want you to get it all in your hands and eat it.”

Her breathing had been shallow because she was too cold and too dumb in the moment to know that breathing deeper would warm her. But now she started to pant and her stomach rose and fell with it. Sweat cropped up along her spine.

“Hermione.”

She hesitated, but did it in the end. She fit her middle finger in between her legs, stirred it up and let it drip onto her fingertips. Did it burn or was that her imagination making it like that?

“Fuck. Yes.” he hissed, mouth barely moving to form the words.

He moved his face around the camera lens like he needed a better seat to the show. She looked upwards, waited for the drip to slow before bringing her fingers up to her mouth.

“One by one.” he corrected, just when she was poised- mouth wide open- to shove it all in and get it over with.

She started with her pointer finger, sucking up his tangy bitterness. Her throat clenched and almost closed in protest, but one look from him had her kicking through her own gag reflex. He wanted, he had said. He wanted, so she would.

“Let me see it in your mouth.”

But he didn’t want to see it. He wanted the camera to see it. She opened her mouth, looking like a kid with a toothache. She wished she could go back to those simple times. Kids played manhunt in the dark like idiots, running around like chickens with the heads cut off. Now she did other things in the dark. Worse things.

He moaned, bringing her back.

“Fuck. Yes.”

His voice was deep. Completely drugged. Would have been the stuff of dreams to other girls... Well, truth be told, he starred in her dreams. Maybe not quite this way but his image was never too far from her thoughts, not even when she slept.

“Swallow.”

Quickly. She forced it all down in one go, careful not to let it touch for too long on the back of her tongue.

Now she looked past the camera, at him. No more. She wanted to go.

He panned her body one last time- going from her shiny, wet pussy to her heaving chest to her bright eyes. Then, he shut it off.

* Hope you like. Reviews are nice.

**Slightly revised. No need to reread if you've already done so.

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