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Pink Lace	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11427 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I'm not sure I've ever worked on a one shot as long as I have on this one. Being museless sucks. Anyway, this fic involves cross dressing. If that isn't your thing, you might want to mosey on over to another story.

“Just one more thing.”

Draco sighed and rested his cheek on his hand, staring at himself in the mirror. If he didn’t know beyond the shadow of a doubt that it was indeed an actual mirror and not some Weasleys Wizard Wheezes trick, he’d be completely fooled. No one would realize who he was, which was exactly what was needed.

“Here we are.”

He winced when he saw the object he was to be wearing for the next couple of months. There was no way.

“Come on. It’s not so bad once you get used to it.”

“Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly,” Draco recited bitterly.

She huffed. “Honestly! While I’m quite impressed with your knowledge of old muggle nursery rhymes, I’ve grown quite tired of your incessant whining. You wanted to be able to walk among others freely without the risk of someone removing your glamour. Here you go.”

“I have a feeling there aren’t that many women over six feet tall!”

“Madam Maxine.”

Draco groaned and got up from the seat at the vanity. He had to do this but he was seriously starting to doubt his sanity. He took the offending garment and studied it for a while. How in the hell was he going to squeeze himself into the bloody thing? And the strings… and hooks… ugh.

She giggled as she watched him study the corset. Granted, it wasn’t exactly the most practical thing on the planet, but it was needed. He wasn’t altering himself permanently and a corset did wonders to create an hourglass figure when there wasn’t one. He sighed deeply and began trying to tie it into place, grunting in frustration when it tangled.

She shook her head in amusement and finally allowed her compassion to take over. “Here, let me help.”

Draco stood stock still while she undid the knots he’d accidentally placed in the blasted strings. She’d patiently explained exactly what he’d be wearing and why, how he’d walk, how he’d talk, how he’d carry himself. But this wasn’t anything like he thought it would be. This was… real. He gulped.

“It’s not a bloody dragon,” she chided.

“Looks like it’s got teeth to me,” he muttered.

She giggled. “Well, perhaps it might. You’ve got to get it on just right.”

“How do women do it?”

She shrugged. “Depends on the style. Some just zip up the back, front, or side. Others lace in the front. This one happens to lace up the back. I thought you’d need a more adjustable one, since we are trying to alter your figure. Usually, if you put it on yourself, you’d string it up first and then use a hook or something to tighten the laces.”

“Why not a bloody spell?”

“No magic!” she snapped

He barely stopped himself from flushing in shame. He’d forgotten that part. Using his magic would make him traceable. He was a wanted man now. No one turned their back on the Dark Lord and lived to tell the tale. So, he had to ditch his old persona. He’d be Doreen now. It was a rather hideous name but he didn’t think he made a particularly fetching woman either.

She tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. “Um, problem.”

“What now?”

“Your shirt.”

“What about it?”

“No woman wears a shirt under her corset… or in between her breasts and her bra for that matter.”

Draco ran his hands through his temporarily charmed long mahogany hair. It was a stark contrast against his pale white skin, but he wanted it to be as far away from platinum blond as possible. He’d make the change more permanent with dye later. This was just dress rehearsal. His eyes itched and he longed to scratch them but the last time he’d tried, one of his colored contacts had flown out of his eyes. Blasted awful things, but his eyes were suitably brown now, nothing special or unique about them.

“Fine.”

He grabbed a fist full of shirt and hauled it over his head, snagging one of the barrettes holding his now curly mane in place. He yelped in surprise. He wasn’t used to wearing anything but a ribbon in his hair if it wasn’t free flowing down his back. No one had known he was growing it out. He’d kept it bunched up in a knot close to his head and glamoured so no one would be the wiser.

“That was smart,” she said sarcastically. “Remember, you are a lady now. Ladies don’t grab a hank of shirt and yank, mostly because it is hell on their hair, as you’ve just learned.”

“I’m not a bloody lady!” he roared.

“You’ll be one soon enough!” she yelled back.

Draco took a moment to study his new babysitter. The Order still didn’t truly trust him, but she had decided to take on the task. Who should have some compassion for a shamed pureblood but Hermione Granger, mudblood extraordinaire. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to say something scathing and settled for crossing his arms.

“Fine,” he spat. “Then show me how it’s done.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Everyone has their own way, but you must remember not to yank.”

“So how do you do it?” he fired back.

She quirked an eyebrow for a moment before smirking wickedly. He hadn’t expected her next move. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting up. Before he could backpedal, tell her to stop, something, she had the shirt over her head and gracefully clearing the huge wad of frizzy mess she called hair. He was struck dumb by Granger in a plum colored bra. She was… damn. He shifted. Getting an erection was not something a lady would do.

“Do you need another demonstration?” she asked with barely contained mirth.

“No,” he said gruffly and turned to the mirror to brush his hair out.

To his dismay, she was standing there, still nearly topless. He hoped to Merlin she would put the damned shirt back on. He hadn’t expected to react to the sight of her body, hadn’t even thought of her that way but now.… This was going to be hell.

“We’ve got to get that corset on, but I suppose we should put your bra on and pad it first.”

Draco mentally groaned and put the brush down. “It’s hard to create something out of nothing.”

She sniffed. “Rubbish. Muggles do it all the time. Here, I got these while I was out.”

Draco turned, carefully avoiding looking at her chest, and examined the two fleshy looking things in Granger’s hands. They looked… like tits. They were cup shaped and hollow with fake nipples in the center. What the fuck? She must have read his mind because she sniggered.

“They’re a sort of insert. I’ve never seen any quite this real, but they are perfect. We’ll just stuff the insides with tissue or cloth or something, put them in the bra, and fasten it.”

“Won’t they fall out?” Draco asked in concern.

She shrugged. “They aren’t supposed to, but this is the dress rehearsal. If they happen to roam, we’ll simply glue them in place.”

“You aren’t gluing fake tits to my chest Granger!”

She scoffed. “No, silly. We’ll glue them to your bra.”

Draco relaxed for a moment before he realized what she said. His bra. He shuddered but wisely kept quiet. No sense in making a fuss. He let out a heavy sigh before raising his arms so she could help him get into the blasted corset. He didn’t realize just how tiny she was until she put her arms around him. He couldn’t keep from inhaling sharply when her breasts pressed against his back. Could this get any worse?

“You’re going to have to control that,” she said offhand as she pulled back and started tightening the laces on the corset. “Girls, unless they are homosexual, do not react when another girl reaches around them. And they certainly don’t get an erection.”

Draco felt his face burn. Of course it could get worse, but he refused to be cowed by Granger of all people. It was with gritted teeth that he fought back.

“The fact is, I DO have a cock and it notices women acting as brazen as whores.”

He didn’t realize his mistake until it was too late. Granger was never one to be bested and it was NOT wise to insult her when she held the key to his breathing. He hadn’t imagined she could pull the corset strings that tight. It wasn’t magic that took his breath away. That was for certain.

“How dare you,” she growled out. “All I’ve done is tried to help you and all you’ve done is bitch and insult me like the miserable wanker you are.”

Draco breathed shallowly so he wouldn’t pass out. As shocked as he was, he still couldn’t resist the urge for a fight. It would be his first in many months. He was tired of minding his manners, watching his back, curbing his words. Deep down, he knew Granger could take it, was just as eager for a fight as he was. And he’d give it to her.

“Pardon me for feeling a bit out of sorts. It wasn’t like I turned my back on everything I’ve ever known for people I was taught to hate. And I certainly never asked you to parade around half naked and rub up against me!”

Granger dropped the strings like she’d been burned and he sucked in a lungful of air. He was actually expecting to pass out from lack of oxygen but Granger’s white face told him that he’d struck a nerve. However, instead of throwing his defection back in his face, mentioning that they had all lost people, she pursed her lips and laced up the corset in silence.

It felt constricting in the worst way. He knew he wouldn’t be able to move as he once had. The corset was as unforgiving as his father’s icy grey eyes. Still, instead of the feeling of hundreds of laces cutting into him, it was rather… comfortable… in a strange sort of way. It made him feel like he was being held together, a feeling he’d been searching for, for months, ever since his mother had set off to make the bargain with Snape.

“You need to get used to the presence of half-naked women, Malfoy.”

Draco jumped, not expecting her to talk. He turned and looked at her, really looked at her. Her face was flushed, whether it was anger or embarrassment, he hadn’t a clue. But he did know that she looked damned good in nothing but a bra and a pair of tight trousers, yoga pants as she’d called them. His cock, which had gone flaccid when she’d cut off his air, was starting to grow again. He swallowed and shifted again.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that? I’m a teenage guy.”

She sighed. “I… I thought maybe getting used to seeing me would sort of buffer you.”

“I was under the impression that half naked girls hanging out together was a bit of a myth.”

She quirked her mouth into a half smile. “It is. But you’ll never make it out without a flash of at least a bra and knickers set. I’ve probably seen half the tits in Gryffindor.”

“Lucky girl,” he muttered and shifted again.

She sighed and turned him around, pointedly glancing at his crotch. It was pretty noticeable. Cotton sleeper trousers didn’t exactly hide anything. He felt like hexing her and running away… right after her threw her onto the bed and fucked the shit out of her. He looked away, trying to control his libido. He’d never had wood for Granger before, though he wasn’t sure if it wasn’t because he hadn’t allowed himself to look.

“It really gets to you, doesn’t it?”

Fire flashed in his eyes and he gritted his teeth. “Gets to me? I’m not exactly celibate Granger. I’ve seen plenty of girls in nothing but skin.”

“You’d think you’d be used to it,” she said thoughtfully.

He narrowed his eyes. “How many cocks have you seen?”

He was pleased when pink spots appeared on her cheeks. But, true to nature, she fought through it. “More than I care to. You don’t share a tent with two teenage boys without getting a flash. You don’t share a house with Weasleys for that matter.”

He found himself chuckling. He had seen more cock than he’d ever wanted to. Skinny dipping seemed to be a favorite past time of the red headed clan. He’d even caught the Weaslette joining in, though it was probably an attempt at a private party for Potter. He pushed the image away and brought himself back to the conversation.

“So you blush at the word cock and yet you’re completely in control when faced with one.”

He heard the hitch in her breath and smirked. It was quickly wiped away when she stepped closer, too close. He forgot about the strict confines of the ridiculous corset he was practically poured into. Nothing seemed to register but her bra covered breasts just millimeters away from his naked chest and her breath blowing over his neck.

“I prefer to be in control,” she purred. “Unless I just feel like giving in.”

He gulped. Fuck. Images of Granger in a black bra and a tight leather miniskirt with a whip surged through his mind. He pictured himself tied to the bed, forced to wear a corset and the thong knickers she’d tried to talk him into. He’d sometimes wondered if she had a kink, though he’d never admit it.

“You like the thought,” she breathed, her lips a hair’s breadth away from his collar bone.

He cleared his throat. “Just the proximity.” It came out as more of a desperate whimper than the cool and aloof tone he’d wanted.

“I see,” she whispered before suddenly drawing back with a wicked grin. “Well, then you’ll have to control yourself or suck down gallons of deflating draught.”

He hated to admit that her slight had stung. Damn her if he wasn’t hard as a rock though. Still, he couldn’t let Granger win. “Well, you’re my handler. Where is the vial, little miss know-it-all? Surely you, of all people, anticipated the workings of the male anatomy. How in the bloody hell am I supposed to fit in girl’s knickers like this?”

She sniffed. “Learn to tuck.”

He snorted. “Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but eight inches of stiff rod doesn’t tuck into clothes. At least… not my own.”

There it was again, the pink on her cheeks. He mentally sighed in relief. He’d caught her again. That should put them close to even again… unless he counted his raging hard on. He had to hide the flicker of disappointment that shot through him when she handed him the deflating draught with a smug little smile. Fucking bint, she had thought of everything. He took it in one gulp and almost sighed in relief as the pressure receded, though he was hardly satisfied.

“Now what, oh wise one?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Bra, I think.”

“How in the fuck are you going to find a bra to fit me?”

She sniggered. “If there are bras to fit Eloise Mudgen and Millicent Bulstrode, then I’m fairly certain there is one in your size.”

Draco had to give her that one. He’d actually been the victim of Millicent’s bra once. He shuddered at the memory of walking in on her and Crabbe going at it. It was almost as potent as deflating draught. He should have thought of it earlier.

“Here we are.”

Draco’s eyes widened in horror. “It’s hot pink!”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, because girls wear colors like this. Your corset is pink as well and you didn’t say a damned thing.”

“Yeah, but it’s pale, almost white. Couldn’t you find a bra to match?”

She giggled. “You’re sounding more like a girl already.”

Draco couldn’t quell the blush that stole over his cheeks. What the hell was he becoming? He stood in stunned silence as Granger fitted him with the bra, showing him how it hooked in front. Like he’d never had his hands on one of those before. It made him smirk at the thought. Then she started stuffing the padding in and it wasn’t funny anymore. The gentle brush of her hands against his chest made goose bumps break out over his skin. No one had touched him so gently before. By the time she was done, he had a convincing set of tits and a new appreciation for deflating draught.

“Looks good,” she said with an approving nod. “I’ll put adhesive on the padding when we’re through. That way it won’t shift. Now for the knickers.”

“WHAT?”

She smiled sweetly. “Do you not remember our conversation? If you don’t want to wear a thong, then you are going to have to wear padded knickers. No offense, but your arse isn’t exactly feminine. Besides, the padding should help you tuck.”

Draco once again had to resist the urge to strangle her. Unfortunately, he had remembered the conversation. Well, more like shouting match. And she’d won then too. He grabbed his waistband and yanked, taking his pants along with the trousers. If she wanted to make fun of him, then she’d damn sure get the full fucking monty.

He quirked an eyebrow and resisted the urge to grin like mad when Granger choked on her own spit. “What? Can’t very well wear knickers if I’ve already got on a pair of pants, can I?”

She jerked her head to the side, breaking eye contact with his flaccid penis. He took a second to preen. He wasn’t exactly small, even soft. He mentally gave himself another point. He was getting closer, or at least under her skin anyway. His mental gloat was cut short when a pair of lacy knickers hit him square in the face.

“Put them on then.”

He peeled them away slowly, trying to reign in his temper. Distantly, he noticed that they were the same hot pink his bra was. His bra. He shuddered and unwadded the cloth. The cut was horrible, one of the ones he hated worse. He gingerly stepped into them, grimacing when he had to tuck his cock between his legs.

“These are granny knickers!”

She stifled a giggle. “They are not. They are hipsters.”

“Can I at least have boy shorts?”

Her mouth dropped open.

“What?” he asked defensively. “They’re sexy and they cover everything. You can hide padding better in them and they are closer to my boxers than… these. What are these? The legs holes are cut all wrong, almost to my hips.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “Malfoy, I never thought you were a knicker connoisseur. However, boy shorts are cut differently. Your thighs would never fit into them.”

He couldn’t help but smirk. “Are you saying my thighs are fat? You’ve already insulted my arse. What next? Are you going to insult my new breasts as well?”

She pursed her lips to stop from laughing and shook her head. “I was merely making a point. Women’s knickers are just cut differently. Now, we need the padding. First, we have to fluff your arse a bit.”

He burst into laughter. “You’re going to fluff my arse?”

She turned bright red and he stopped laughing. She looked lovely like that and he wanted to smack himself at the thought. Then again, what was stopping him? He didn’t care about blood… not anymore. Hell, he was going to be hiding out at a muggle all girl boarding school. Nothing was off limits now.

She cleared her throat and pulled something out of her tiny beaded bag. Draco bit back a gasp. Granger was holding a set of arse cheeks and some little cover thing, no doubt to help him keep his cock in check.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

“I said you needed padding,” she chided. “You have a tight little arse Malfoy. It’ll be noticeable.”

He cleared his throat, trying to fight down his embarrassment at her back handed compliment. “And that other thing?”

She smiled. “No lumps.”

Draco clamped his mouth shut to stop the unmanly shriek he wanted to let out when Granger dashed around and crammed the arse pads into his knickers. It was the most humiliating experience he’d ever had, well, a close second to being changed into a ferret. It was also quite possibly the biggest turn on as well, which only made it worse. He was glad the deflating draught was still working as she cupped and kneaded his arse so she could fit the pads just right. When she was done, she gave him a little swat.

“Nice,” she said quickly. “Just one more thing.”

Draco was frozen as she yanked his waistband back and crammed the cup in the front of the knickers. But it was when she tried to grab him to adjust him, he snapped. He snatched her wrist up in his hand and jerked her into him. She lost her footing, nearly knocking them both over.

“That’s enough,” he hissed through his teeth.

“I was just trying to adjust-“

“I. Know! I’m not your fucking doll.” He threw her wrist away from him, causing her to stumble back.

She opened and shut her mouth a few times, unsure of what to say. Finally, she heaved a huge sigh. “I’m sorry.”

He grunted and turned his back on her, quickly adjusting himself to fit behind the blasted cup. He wasn’t fitting very well. He’d have to tuck… and maybe get her to put an expandable charm on the inside of the knickers. Then again, one little finite and he’d be finished. He growled and turned to her again, surprised to see her looking quite abashed. It mollified him… a little.

“This is never going to fucking work.”

She cocked her head to the side and stared at his groin until he shifted uncomfortably. “Well, you’ll have to be extremely careful about others seeing you in just your knickers. That’s for sure.”

“You think?”

She smiled softly. “I’ll put a charm on them but it would be wise to wear loose fitting clothes… and skirts.”

“Skirts,” he said hollowly.

She nodded. “Nothing tight. You’ll want pleated… and long enough that you can bend without flashing anyone.”

He snorted. “I highly doubt I’ll be looking to attract any suitors.”

“Right. Well, take a look.”

Draco turned and flinched. He definitely didn’t look like himself. His mahogany hair hung in waves down to the middle of his back, spilling over his shoulders. The bra covered everything, no chance of seeing fake cleavage there. The corset hid the toned abs he’d once been quite proud of and drew his waist in, giving him a more feminine figure. The knickers gave him a shapely arse and despite the large bulge in the front, he did look like a girl. Only, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to.

“It’s the only way,” she said quietly, knowing what he was thinking. “We need you close so you can sneak into the manor when the time comes so you can’t travel to another country. You can’t be in the wizarding world and there must be no magic cast by you or they could track it. You’re too noticeable to blend in. This is the best way.”

Draco closed his eyes and nodded, unhappy with his lot but accepting it just the same. He turned and donned the blouse and skirt that Granger had laid out for him. The shoes gave him a bit of trouble, but he finally stuffed his feet into them and looked again.

“Merlin’s saggy tits!”

She snickered. “Not sure Merlin had tits, but it looks like you do. You’re a bit of a large woman, but…”

“What now?” he sighed.

She shook her head. “I was only going to say that you are quite lovely. I think you’d look even better if you could ditch the hair color and the contacts.”

Curious, Draco reversed the charm on his hair, sighing when it fell straight and silky down his back. He did prefer the platinum color. She didn’t even have to ask him to remove the contacts. They’d been driving him insane all morning. He would have to ask Granger how to take the makeup off later. Another glance in the mirror made his stomach feel queasy. He really did look better… and even more like a woman. Did that make him less of a man?

“Take off the clothes,” she ordered.

He didn’t even question it, stripping out of the frilly attire. However, she stopped him before he could remove the undergarments. Couldn’t he at least take the corset off? It was starting to cut into him. And the bra, gods his shoulders were going to ache at the end of the day and he didn’t even have real breasts.

“Malfoy, look at me.”

He refused. Right now, he was feeling a little less than confident and certainly not ready to listen to her next barb. He made a rather striking woman. What did that say about him?

“Draco!”

His eyes snapped up to meet hers. She’d never called him by his given name before. What was she on about?

“You’re still very much a man.”

He tried to tamp down the shock but he must have been unsuccessful because she sighed and drew closer. “Just because you make a lovely woman doesn’t mean that you aren’t a lovely man as well.”

He scoffed. “Men aren’t lovely Granger. And they certainly don’t dress… like this.”

She smirked. “Well, they should. It’s rather easy to see why men like this sort of dress.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Well, it’s sexy.”

He almost choked. “Sexy?”

She nodded. “I could only imagine how you’d look in a pair of stockings.”

“Have you gone barmy?”

She shook her head. “I’m quite sane, thanks. I just… I guess I never appreciated the look of a man in women’s lingerie.”

He cocked his head, a slow grin forming on his face. “Goody two shoes Granger has a kink.”

She blushed slightly. “So what if I do?”

He felt his cock twitch. So much for a damned deflating draught. Still, this avenue intrigued him. He stepped a bit closer. “It’s… interesting.”

“Interesting how? Like, you’re going to use it to black mail me into doing something menial and degrading interesting or like you’re truly curious and will keep it to yourself so you can analyze it.”

He pretended to think it over. “That is a tough question. However, I happen to have a few kinks of my own. It’s both comforting and unsettling to know I’m not the only one.”

She smirked. “So you enjoy women’s lingerie?”

“On women,” he said quickly. “It’s quite uncomfortable on my body.”

“I see. So, what is your kink?”

Did she seriously just ask him that? He thought perhaps he’d been dropped off in that muggle Twilight Zone thingy that Potter was so fond of watching on the muggle telly. He’d never admit it, but he rather enjoyed it as well. Now he might as well have been cast in an episode.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Since when were we playing show and tell?”

She adopted an aloof look. “I think it’s only fair, since you managed to find out something about me that I didn’t know myself.”

He mulled it over a bit. Dare he trust her with a secret, any secret? She’d stuck up for him so far. She’d even ventured out to purchase him women’s undergarments and fake body parts. Perhaps he could. Then again, knowing Granger had a thing for cross dressing men was quite delicious. And she was rather lovely. He found himself appreciating plums.

“Chicken?” she goaded.

He smirked. Oh, she might make a fine Slytherin. “Fine. I like having control.”

She huffed. “That’s not a bloody secret. What with you having to bow and scrape all the bloody time, it’s only logical that you’d prefer to control what you could.”

“If you would let me finish,” he cut in. “I like having control. However, when the situation warrants it, I rather enjoy taking orders. Something about a truly dominant personality… one that isn’t hell bent on destroying my life.”

She looked as if someone had just given her the keys to biggest library on earth and told her to have at it. “So you’re saying you enjoy being bossed around.”

He decided to toss her a bone. “By the right person.”

She looked at him even more intently. “And who is the right person?”

“A woman,” he answered automatically, frowning down at his attire. “Dead sexy and dangerous yet trustworthy and compassionate. I’m not really into the whole suffering thing, though a little good natured sexual torture never hurt anyone.”

“Do you like to be tied up?”

He sniffed. “That’s two kinks. I’m only divulging one.”

She shuffled the toe of her trainer into the worn shag carpeting. “What if I divulge another?”

“A bit of tit for tat, eh?”

“Something like that.”

The prospect of knowing Grangers sexual quirks was too good to pass up. “Ok. I’ll bite. What do you have harboring in the poor little repressed mind of yours?”

“I’m not repressed,” she snapped. “I very much like to spank my partners.”

His eyebrows rose. “Oh really? I assume you like them to be tied whilst you are bruising their backside.”

She shrugged. “Either way. Depends on my mood.”

He smirked. “Then I do enjoy being restrained.”

He saw the precise moment when all her thoughts clicked into place, the same place his mind was right now. Instead of why, it was more like why not. They were in the midst of war. He was about to enter his own personal hell, a lesser level than he’d escaped from anyway but still torturous. All those delectable bodies and he couldn’t even act like he was interested. He wasn’t sure they would take too kindly to a male lesbian.

“You know,” Granger said, lowering her voice a little. It gave it a sultry quality that made his cock twitch again. “That deflating draught I gave you is supposed to last for at least an hour.”

His lips twitched. “Who brewed such a dreadful potion?”

It was her turn to smother a smile. “Ginny.”

“Is she as dreadful at potions as her lover?”

“Oh, she’s much better. Harry’s potion wouldn’t even last ten minutes.”

“Hers only lasted fifteen.”

“Oh really,” she purred, stalking up to him. She drew a finger up to his collar bone and began dragging it down his chest. “Then that cup does wonders.”

He caught her finger and brought it to his lips, barely touching them. “I didn’t say I needed it, only that it stopped working.”

She pressed her finger harder, past his lips, grazing his teeth before pulling it out. “Well, I believe a bit of experimenting is in order. Can’t have inferior potions being tossed about, can we?”

“Definitely not,” he breathed, lunging forward and engulfing her finger in his mouth before playing his tongue over the fingertip. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second before she pulled her hand away and turned, walking away from him.

“This goes no further than this room,” she said quietly, her back still to him.

“Not a word.”

“You won’t so much as smirk at Ron.”

“Not a twitch.”

She nodded and spun. “Then you clear that bed off and sit down like a good little slut.”

His eyebrow quirked but he didn’t say a word, doing just as he was told. It was intriguing, being ordered around by the bossy know-it-all with her fabulous plum encased breasts showcased for his viewing pleasure. He carefully folded his new clothes, put them on a nearby chair, and sat on the bed. The corset cut into his hips and he winced, leaning back on his arms to alleviate the pressure.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Problem?” he panted.

She shook her head. “You just… damn.”

“Damn?”

She nodded, licking her lips. “Scoot up and lay down.”

Her voice was hoarse and he couldn’t help but smirk at her. Maybe this whole cross dressing thing was worth it. He thought about her and the weasel and frowned. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be the dirty secret. Then again, knowing that he knew something about her the weasel didn’t, had a piece of her that bastard didn’t, was exhilarating. Still… he didn’t take her for the cheating kind.

She knelt on the bed and crawled slowly up his body, her breasts brushing against his skin. “You look uncertain.”

He clamped his eyes shut and hissed through his teeth. He’d never had an attack of conscience before. It was awful. Had he been hanging with the Gryffindorks too long? Damn it.

“Didn’t take you for the cheating type Granger.”

He peaked through his lashes to see her smirking at him. She shook her head. “We aren’t fucking Malfoy. We aren’t even dating. I mean… he wants to…”

“But,” he said.

Anger flashed over her features. “He’s going to have to keep his dick out of Lavender if he wants me anywhere near it.”

“Ah,” he said knowingly. “Not a fan of Lav Lav are we?”

She snorted. “No. I’m also not a fan of sharing.”

Draco swallowed awkwardly. He hadn’t exactly been faithful in the past.

“Relax,” she cooed. “You and I are different. This is just… fun.”

“Fun,” he repeated and then smirked. “You mean a fantasy.”

She shrugged. “Whatever you want to call it. Tell me, have you ever thought about us?”

“In the biblical sense? No, can’t say I have. I just… I didn’t think about it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Because it disgusted you… or because you wouldn’t let yourself think?”

He gave her a smug grin. “So you’re telling me you have thought about it?”

She quirked a brow. “You’re dead sexy Malfoy, but no. You were such a fucking prat that I never had a desire to think about it.”

“Then you know how I feel.”

She frowned. “I was never awful to you.”

He snorted. “You have a razor tongue Granger. Anyway, I never let myself think on the possibility. I couldn’t afford to.”

She nodded. “Then we’re equals… until my next move.”

Draco didn’t have a chance to open his mouth before his wrists and ankles were bound to the bed posts with thick silk scarves. He struggled out of instinct for a few moments before he got a hold of himself again. He could trust Granger. At least… he thought he could.

“Such a good boy,” she purred, rubbing a hand up and down his thigh. “I didn’t think you’d managed to tamp it down so quickly.”

His mouth went dry. Her soft little hand trailed along his leg, further up until he had to grit his teeth to keep from bucking in the air like a little virgin. She was beautiful, sexy, and at the moment, she exuded sheer sensual power. He was like a moth drawn to flame.

“Now,” she breathed. “Let’s test out Ginny’s potion.”

Draco snorted and flinched when she slapped his inner thigh. The slight sting surprised him and made his cock twitch. She wasn’t kidding about liking to spank her lovers. And the ties, well that answered that too.

“I’ll have no attitude from you boy,” she warned.

His heart raced a little but he made a valiant effort to keep his face neutral. Granger’s new attitude intrigued him. And he was more than a little turned on. He hadn’t expected her to call him boy. Had it been anyone else, he’d have hexed them to hell and back. The way she said it though, it was highly arousing. He almost couldn’t wait to see how this played out.

She hummed. “You do learn quickly. I rather like that. Means we spend less time on teaching you how to act and more time… having fun.”

He couldn’t smother the wicked smirk that crept across his face. “What do I call you?”

She slapped his other thigh, one quick sharp tap. “You will not address me until I tell you to. And if that moment ever comes, you shall call me Mistress. Is that clear, boy?”

“Yes Mistress,” he said quietly, trying to keep his voice steady.

Her lips twitched in the tiniest smile. “You’re quite the hard boy to crack. I bet you’d give Professor Snape a run for his money.”

Draco’s jaw dropped open in shock. There was no way in hell. Was there?

She chuckled. “Relax Draco. Professor Snape and I are no more than colleagues in research now that school is out. Although, I can’t say he didn’t teach me a thing or two about dominance. Besides, he’d never let anyone have control over him if he could help it. He’s had enough bowing and scraping for two lifetimes. You should know that.”

Draco was highly confused. In almost the same breath, she’d said that Snape had taught her about dominance and refuted that they had anything more than an acquaintanceship. It was… contradicting to say the least.

She smirked at him. “Do you really want to discuss Severus Snape’s sexual preferences or do you want to have some fun?”

He let out an amused huff. “It’s certainly a conversation I’d like to have. Maybe later?”

She nodded. “Of course, but that conversation will have the same rules as this… interlude.”

He scoffed. “What kind of dolt do you take me for?” He flinched when she raised her hand. “Mistress.”

She nodded in satisfaction. “I’ve never taken you for a dolt. Now, the potion.”

He bit back a gasp when Granger grabbed the front of his knickers and pressed ever so slightly. He felt his cock filling, more than winning the fight against the deflating draught. He wasn’t hard, but he was rapidly getting there. He gritted his teeth to hold in the moan that wanted to escape him. He would not be moaning like some wonton hussy.

She hummed in appreciation. “Very nice. Only someone extremely virile can break through that potion. I’m pleased.”

He wanted to tell her that an inferior potion would break down, but her compliment made him want to preen as well. Girls had called him a lot of things in the past, insatiable, perverted, animalistic, but never virile. Oh, Granger was good.

“Let’s get that cup out of there,” she breathed before the deftly plucked the cup from the top of the pink lacy knickers.

He couldn’t quell his startled yelp. She’d managed to yank the damned thing out without brushing against his cock. His mind though, his mind registered a hand near his crotch and went off kilter. It had admittedly been a while since anyone had touched him like that. Well, anyone he really wanted. He shuddered, an image of a herd of older female Death Eaters surrounding him filling his head. That had been the most awful night. A loud smack on his hip brought him back to the preset.

“I will have your attention, boy,” she scolded and then pointedly looked at his cock.

He frowned, noticing that it had gone limp. Well fuck. He knew which memory to revisit should he ever need to control himself. However, now was not the time. He focused on Granger again, in that plum bra that nestled her breasts like a second skin. He wanted to bury his face in her cleavage and feast.

“That’s more like it,” she said with a smirk.

He breathed a sigh of relief when his cock started growing again. No more bad memories. He had to focus on Granger. He had a feeling that she would eat him alive if he didn’t. Then again, that didn’t seem like such a bad way to go.

“That corset has to be uncomfortable in that position,” she mused.

He wanted to agree with her, but remembered that he wasn’t allowed to speak unless given permission. That last sentence wasn’t a direct question so he bit back his retort. He had this strange urge to make her happy. Then again, a happy Granger would service a compliant Draco much easier.

“Time to turn over,” she breathed.

He didn’t have enough time to think. She flicked her wand, releasing his bonds only for a moment before he was spun onto his stomach and retied. The position left much to be desired but her hands descended on the ties of the corset and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to have to get use to the offensive garment, but was glad to be rid of it at the moment. She lifted him slightly to slide it out from under him and then began rubbing his lower back.

“That’s better. Well, almost.”

His arse clenched when she stuck her hands down the back of his knickers and retrieved the fake cheeks. He hadn’t had many people grab there before. They usually clawed at his shoulders or the bed sheets. It was refreshing in a way, a new exploration. And her hands felt amazing as she kneaded his arse. He almost groaned but held back.

“You’ll make a sound before this night is over,” she promised. “I’m going to put it in a pensive so I can relive it.”

He snorted but didn’t say another word. So that was her game. She wanted to make him squeal like a pig. Really, it did have its appeal. He, too, liked making his partners lose control and become vocal. The screams, moans, wails, cries, they all made him feel better about his prowess. It wasn’t a stretch that Granger was any different.

“First,” she said, bringing his mind back to the present. “I believe a punishment is in order for all those horrid words you spewed, all those insults… and one particular jinx involving an enlarging spell and my teeth.”

“But your teeth looked brilliant afterwards!”

He cringed the second the words came hurling out of his mouth. What in the hell was he thinking? A sharp sting on his right arse cheek let him know that he wasn’t thinking. At. All. Holy fuck that hurt.

“I’d never been so embarrassed in my life, especially after Snape said he saw no change.” Smack! Merlin, what a mess.” Smack! “Still, thank you for the compliment. Sort of.” Smack! Smack! Smack!

He was breathing hard through his nose and out his mouth, trying to control his reactions. Her hits were painful, but they blended into a unique pleasure that he hadn’t experienced before. Then she’d started gently rubbing what had to be welts. There was no way she could have used just her hand.

“Aren’t you thankful for your punishment, boy?”

He almost choked when she squeezed rather hard. “Thank you Mistress.”

“For?”

“M-my punishment?”

“Hmmm. You don’t sound very sure of it.”

“No, no, thank you!” he said quickly. He wasn’t sure this was a good idea anymore. His arse hurt!

“Well, you punishment for that jinx has been administered. You saved yourself with that comment. I have to thank you, in some strange way, for that. My teeth really hadn’t ever looked better… and you saved me from braces and head gear.”

He turned his head to look at her. What in the devil were braces? Head gear sounded like some sort of torture device. He wanted to know… but he dare not ask.

She smiled. “Braces are a device Muggles use to straighten teeth. They glue bits of metal to each tooth and then string them together with a wire, using tension to move the teeth where they need to be. Head gear hooks onto them, provides a bit of extra pull.”

He shuddered. He thought Death Eaters were barbaric.

“So you see, you really did help… even though you didn’t mean to. But!”

He cringed. Nothing good ever came out of a but. He wanted to make a break for it when she gave a low chuckle. It sent a jolt straight to his groin and he was very uncertain he could control himself any longer. He wasn’t one for loosening his control, but somehow Granger made him lose it every time. Damn he wanted her.

“You still have to atone for your other attacks on my person, don’t you pet.” Silence. She wacked him several times. “Well?”

“Y-yes Mistress,” he said miserably. What had he gotten himself into?

She chuckled and picked up a black leather paddle. “You’re learning. Let’s see, there’s the time you tried to get Harry and Ron in trouble in first year.” Whack! Whack! Whack! “Though that backfired a bit, didn’t it? You all had to go into the forest.” whack! “Then in second year, you wished me dead.” Whack, Whack, Whack! “Not very nice at all, was it?”

Draco was breathing heavily, surprised to find tears starting to leak down his face. The hits were crisscrossing over others, making the sting more pronounced. She wasn’t out to hurt him physically. Her words did more than that. He remembered each transgression. He’d tried to get Hagrid fired, leaked information to Skeeter, stood by while his father and Death Eaters alike terrorized helpless muggles and fought against mere children. He’d called her a mudblood more than he cared to admit. How in the fuck did she want to be anywhere near him?

“Oh Draco,” she said softly, putting down the paddle and untying him. “I hadn’t intended on going that far.”

He hid his face in the bed clothes as she brushed the long strands of his hair out of his face. He didn’t want her to see the tears. She might have realized that he’d done all of that at his father’s bequest, but it didn’t make her hurt any less. He never realized.

“Shhh,” she said, bringing his face to hers. “It’s in the past now. I understand, you know. However, I do hope you’ll remember I’m being lenient on you. I could beat that tight little arse of yours until it bled and still have enough left for another four sessions, you naughty boy.”

That impish little smirk on her lips made him chuckle, though it was a little hoarse. He jerked when she started rubbing his rather sore backside, her fingernails causing little sparks of pleasure to shoot from his toes to his head. He shivered, and then bit back a moan when his cock brushed the lacey band of his knickers.

“I knew you’d love this,” she whispered.

She unhooked his bra and then lifted and spun him over so quickly he let out an undignified cry. Another left his lips as she let him fall unceremoniously to the bed, his arse sending waves of sensations through his body. It hurt for it to brush against the mattress, but it was a good hurt, one that made his cock start leaking. Fuck she was good at this.

She spelled the padding to stay in place before slipping the bra from his arms. He noticed that she was staring at his chest and it made him a little self-conscious. He hadn’t bothered to try and remove the scar from Potter’s Sectrumsempra curse. It reminded him of the day he hit his lowest low, the day he decided he couldn’t do it anymore and spilled his guts to Snape. It was a good day. How odd that a gruesome scar could have changed his life so completely. Would Granger be there now, half dressed and looked at him like that if he hadn’t?

“How on earth do you get such definition Draco?” She drew her finger down his collar bone, tracing each of his pecs before drawing it down the center of his abs. “Now I know the meaning of a washboard stomach. You really could wash clothes on them. Hmmm. Yum.”

He didn’t answer, couldn’t really, as she bent down and began tracing the trail of her finger with her tongue. Had she asked in passing, he would have smirked and then advised her it was good breeding, despite the fact that he worked for hours a day to maintain his physique. But that wet tongue, the lewd sucking noises, breath moans as if she were enjoying a rare delicacy, he was at a loss. When she sucked one of his nipples into her mouth, he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. Fuck she was hot.

She chuckled and moved to the next, biting gently before pulling away. “Such a good boy. I told you that I’d made your façade crack.”

He flushed under her gaze. She looked like a lioness, ready to devour him. It was a look he’d seen before, just not quite as fierce as hers. She honestly looked like she enjoyed it, not just what becoming a notch in his post would do to help her in society. He shuddered at the new feeling and then groaned again when his arse shifted against the sheets. Even with knickers on, movement made his skin prickle.

She smiled. “I believe you deserve a reward.”

His ears perked up at that. Reward? But then she backed off the bed and he wanted to question what she thought he word meant. Then she reached around and unhooked her bra and his mouth went dry. Her tits were amazing, full and round with rosy nipples standing at attention. They jiggled as toed off her trainers and unzipped her jeans, wiggling out of them most enticingly. She was trying to kill him. He was convinced. Especially when she turned around to take them off and showed him exactly what a thong looked like from the back. Damn, she really did look good in plum. His strangled moan caught her attention.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “What’s wrong? You don’t like your reward.”

“N-no Mistress! I l-love my reward. Thank you Mistress!”

She smirked. “Well, since you’re down to just your knickers, I’d say that makes us even now. You know, you haven’t even dared to move… and I didn’t even have to retie you.”

Draco blinked in shock. He wasn’t tied. Why in the hell was he lying there? Then again, she looked so happy; he couldn’t bring himself to budge an inch. Even though it was killing him, those amber eyes captivated him in a way none ever had.

“I knew this was a brilliant idea,” she breathed before climbing on the bed… slowly.

He grabbed a handful of sheets on either side of him, trying to keep himself from reaching up to fondle those amazing breasts. They were just begging to be handled. Her eyes were half lidded as she crawled up his body, straddling his legs and swaying from side to side with each new hand hold. Yes, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“You should wear makeup more often, boy. It makes your lips look… yummy.”

His eyes fluttered shut as she closed her lips over his. Her kiss was gentle, almost like she was making sure he wouldn’t flinch at her touch. Or worse… bite her lips off. He had no notion to do either of those things. A touch hesitant to try, after all, those spankings had been brutal, he pushed his lips further into hers. She let out a tiny moan, so small he would have missed it had he not been paying attention, and pushed back.

If someone had told him a few months ago that making out with the Gryffindor Princess would be the single most stimulating thing he’d ever done, spanking aside, he’d have checked them in St. Mungos. No, scratch that. He would have hexed them to hell and back… and then checked them into St. Mungos. Now though, now he was trying to remember that this was a one off, a bit of fun before being in exile in his own personal hell. Somehow, he didn’t think the other women he’d come in contact with would hold a candle to his new image of Granger.

She pulled back, nipping on his lips playfully before smirking at him. “Yum. Cherries.”

He blushed. Damn it, he blushed. Malfoys did not blush! But he was fairly certain there wasn’t another male Malfoy who had insisted on cherry lip gloss over regular because it tasted better and made his lips pinker. He’d never admit it, but he thought he’d be wearing it a lot more after this.

She glanced at the night stand and pouted. “We’re running out of time.”

He sought out the clock and felt his stomach bottom out. Dinner was in an hour but there was always a meeting before that. It wasn’t fair. He finally had Granger where he wanted her, on top of him, and they had to cut their playtime short. He couldn’t very well show up looking like a woman. No one but Granger and her two lap dogs and perhaps Professor Snape knew where he’d be hiding out for the next… however long it took for them to track down the blasted things they needed to track down.

He wished he could go with them, but Potter and Weasley didn’t trust him as far as they could throw him, and Granger had mentioned more than once that his father could trace him through his magical signature and a blood spell if he so much as breathed close to magic. That’s why he was going to a muggle school. Grimmauld wouldn’t stay safe for much longer, now that Dumbledore had succumbed to the dark curse that was on the Dark Lord’s ring.

“Relax,” she cooed, smoothing the furrows in his brow with her finger. “We still have enough time.”

He wanted to argue but his words were stripped from him when she reached for his knickers. Merlin’s bollocks, she was killing him. Her delicate little fingers gently pulled the taxed fabric away from his cock and started easing it down his thighs. He let out a sigh of relief, pleased to be out of the blasted things. They were much too constricting, and now they were going to have to wash the cup because he cock had leaked so much onto it that it was soaked.

“Oh we were happy weren’t we?” she asked with a cheeky grin. “I’ll have to put in a few charms for that. Well, we might already be pushing it with charms. I’ll just have to find an absorbent but firm material.” She carelessly flicked the knickers off his feet and threw them to the floor. “Oh, that’s a pretty sight.”

He frowned. She was zeroed in on his cock and licking her lips. His cock was pretty? How in the hell did she get that? Maybe she meant pretty huge. It was rather daunting, especially for first timers. Then he wondered if this was her first time and quickly dismissed it. She’d clearly said partners, as in more than one. Part of him was disappointed. Strangely, he wanted to be the first. He was also quite curious as to who had gotten to taste the delectable Gryffindor’s wares. Then his mind went white. She’d licked the tip of his cock and he couldn’t think anymore. He groaned loudly.

“There it is,” she breathed. “That’s what I want to hear. But first-“ she flicked her wand. “Have to make sure I’m the only one. I couldn’t bear it if anyone else got to hear those noises.”

Draco’s stomach fluttered a bit. What had that phrase meant? Did she want more, or was she just as selfish and private as he was? He found he didn’t mind either way and allowed her to take his mind once again when her lips descended on his cock.

“Fuck!” he yelled.

She pulled back and slapped his thigh. “Make all the noises you want, but no words. Are we clear?”

“Yes Mistress,” he managed to croak and then clenched his eyes shut when she engulfed his member.

He was in heaven… no hell. Could he be in both places at once? On one hand, her mouth was amazing, hot and wet with just the perfect amount of suction and a wandering tongue that put just the right pressure under the flange of his head. On the other, she’d specifically said not to speak. He didn’t want to moan like an idiot and holding back was awful. He also wanted to last longer than a second and he was much too worked up to last long, even with the draught still in his veins. He let out an embarrassing whimper of frustration.

She pulled off his head with a wet pop. “There we go,” she whispered. “I think you’re ready.”

Was she kidding? Was his rock hard erection not a big enough clue? Perhaps it was his minor loss of control. He couldn’t think anymore. She’d robbed him of brain power. And at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

With a wave of her wand, she was nude. His eyes zeroed in on her neatly trimmed crotch and his mouth watered. He hadn’t noticed before, but she was aroused. The intoxicating smell hit him full force. His nostrils flared and he thought very seriously about overpowering her and taking her to the mattress so he could taste her. But then her eyes darkened and he knew that would be the wrong move. His fingers dug into the mattress to make sure he didn’t move, and it was taking everything he had.

“Well done,” she praised him. “Another reward I think.”

He shuddered when she leaned over him, pushing her breasts into his face. It only took a tiny nod from her before he dove into them, bathing them with his tongue and dropping tiny kisses all over them. He sucked one pebbled nipple into his mouth and soaked in her wanton moan. Her hair cascaded down to the pillow, mingling with his. It was a fascinating sight. He moved to the other one and smirked inwardly when she threw her head back. Reward indeed. But it was over too soon and she pulled them away. He didn’t bother to hide his pout.

“Now, now,” she said, her voice breathy. “We’re on a time frame, in case you’ve forgotten. And I don’t intend to go downstairs to a frustrating meeting already frustrated.”

He sighed and put his head back down, realizing she was right. But damn he wanted at her again. He didn’t have too long to pout. Her tiny hand had crept up his thigh and was now curling around his stiff cock. He growled when she took it firmly in her grasp and squeezed gently.

“What have we here?”

She squeezed again and he bucked, unable to help himself. The pressure was delicious. He held his breath and then relaxed when she merely drew her hand up his cock and twisted her wrist ever so slightly. He growled and bucked again, a little more firmly. Her eyes were heavy lidded and she shifted, hovering over the weeping tip she still held. Then she sank and he lost all pretense of control. He let out a feral snarl that startled her for a moment before she grinned and slowly slid down to the hilt, wiggling a bit to adjust.

“Oh Draco,” she whispered. “You do have a lot to offer a girl, don’t you?”

He couldn’t think of any sort of intelligent response. She was too perfect, so hot, so tight. He was using all his concentration to keep from spilling his load like an overeager first timer. He had to think of something else, something other than the luscious woman on top of him. Death Eater hags reaching for him, fighting to take a turn, and endless supply of lust potion in their grasps. There. Control. Finally.

“Ready?” she asked softly.

He studied her face and realized she wasn’t entirely unaffected either. She was breathing heavily, eyes dark with desire. He shifted and groaned. His arse brushed against the mattress and sent pleasurable tingles straight to his groin. He’d all but forgotten how tender it was. That coupled with her movements and his involuntary thrusts made the pleasure curl in his stomach. He started trying to recite the muggle periodic table that Granger had made him learn to prepare him for school to keep his interest in check but it wasn’t working.

“No boy,” she growled and snapped her fingers, a cock ring snapping over his erection when she did. “You won’t come before me. Understood.”

He bit back his sigh of relief and nodded before licking his dry lips. “Y-yes Mistress.”

She gave him a beautiful smile and leaned down to kiss him. Their mouths met in a battle for dominance, hers quickly winning out. He just couldn’t bring himself to even try. She was… delicious and absolutely worth every humiliating moment he’d endured that afternoon.

“Such a good boy,” she purred into his lips, nipping them before pulling back.

She rode him hard and fast then, her hips lifting and rolling, tilting so her clit would brush against his pelvis. Her moans of pleasure were too much for him. Before he could think, he brought his hands to her hips and ground her down on top of him. She stiffened and he realized what he’d done. He let go like he’d been burned, too afraid that she would end this if he even looked at her.

She bucked hard, jarring him and forcing him to look into her eyes. Her pupils were blown with lust. “Next time you touch me, you will ask permission first.”

He opened his mouth to argue but snapped it shut a moment later. She hadn’t given him permission to speak. It was amazing how clear his mind had become when he was so close to losing her. That wicked gleam in her eyes made him relax just a fraction. She’d been testing him. He hoped he passed.

“So you do remember,” she purred. “Normally, I wouldn’t allow you to touch me, but we have so little time. So, you get one reprieve. You may touch me… so long as it is for my pleasure and not yours.”

Was she kidding? Touching her would bring him pleasure. He shook out his thoughts and brought his hands to her hips again, bucking up and grinding her against him again. She moaned and he smothered a smirk. He’d found that perfect place inside her that would make her come apart. She started her pace again and his hands found her nipples, rolling and pinching them in his fingers before gently cupping them and kneading them as she rocked back and forth. He drew them down her surprisingly sculpted abdomen, fingers seeking the one place he knew would send her over.

She trembled when he brushed over her clit so he did it again, careful to keep just the right amount of contact on it. He kept his other hand on her waist, steadying her as she impaled herself. His cock was screaming for release but the ring was doing a remarkable job at keeping his orgasm at bay. His legs shook from the exertion of keeping his thrusts in time with her rocking. Sweat was rolling down his back. The mattress rubbing back and forth on his bum made sparks shoot behind his eyes.

And Granger… she looked like some vengeful goddess, all desire and heat. Her hair was wringing wet, falling into large spiral curls down her back, a few tendrils sliding down her chest and curling around her nipples. Her cheeks were pink with exertion, eyes glowing with lust. Her little hands were curled on his chest, nails digging into his skin as she tried to steady herself. He wanted to drown in her. Suddenly, she arched and threw her head back, mouth open in a silent ‘O’. His heart stopped as her walls clamped down on his aching member. It felt like he was in a vice.

“Come, boy,” she managed to bite out as she rode her climax.

The cock ring disappeared and his balls tightened immediately before he came harder than he ever had in his life. Light flashed behind his eyes and he didn’t even care that he sounded like a wanton whore. The painful pleasure of his climax rocketed through his body as his cock released spurt after spurt into Granger’s still spasming body.

It took several minutes for them to both come down, Granger collapsed on his chest and breathing just as hard. Every now and then, they’d both twitch and shudder in bliss as a rogue wave of pleasure hit. When they could both breathe semi-normally, Granger sat up and gave him a sad smile.

“Playtime is over Draco.”

He frowned but nodded. Thinking it would most likely be his last chance; he sat up and placed a tender kiss on her lips. It was sweet and yet so sad he could barely contain himself. She was perfect. He only wished he were good enough for her, a sentiment he’d never experienced before. Some man would be very lucky to nab her.

“Thank you… Hermione,” he whispered. “You were… more than I ever deserved.”

Tears sprung to her eyes and she quickly looked away. “You’ve never called me by my name before.”

He frowned. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She looked back quickly, wiping the stray tears from her cheeks. “No, I’m not upset!” She put her hand on his cheek and caressed it softly. “You were wonderful Draco.”

They dressed in awkward silence after running several cleansing charms over themselves. It wouldn’t do for the others to get wind of their activities. Just as they were combing their hair, the call for dinner came.

Draco felt wrong footed as he entered the dining room. He knew he’d never regret his short time with Hermione, but this felt… wrong. He didn’t want her to return to her old life and Weasley’s roving eye. It took everything he had to keep his mouth shut when the ginger menace pulled out a chair for her, not so subtly brushing against her breast as he helped her sit. But that glare she sent him…

He smirked to himself. No, she’d never allow herself to be manhandled in such a fashion. He wondered if she would allow herself to be dominated but quickly shook the thought from his mind. It was a one off. No more. It was a wholly depressing thought.

Then she smiled at him… and he realized that even if he never got to taste her again, it was worth it. Besides, he could always take to wearing pink lace knickers.

AN: So, I felt guilty for leaving you guys stranded for so long on my other fic, Fooling Fate. I've been working on this for... forever I guess. I decided to finally finish it and let you guys have it. Love it, hate it, think I've spent a bit too much time in the sun, let me know. Feed the muse. She's being rather difficult. Until the next one... Love you guys!
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