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Of Polyjuice And Imperio
By : moviefan
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 1
- 2
(A/N: WARNING! PLEASE READ! Ok, so, I'm not proud of this one. As you may or may not know, I've done a series of different lemon writing challenges to get practice at writing them since they always made me feel awkward to write. As such, I tried to cover various genre types, from hot and passionate, to sweet and loving, to forbidden, etc. This eventually including pushing my comfort zone of writing a non-con one. When I did do that non-con one, it was the woman dominated the man, so this time I decided to try and do another where the roles were reversed, and that's where this came from. Like I said, I'm not proud of it, and felt very uncomfortable writing it. Not going to lie, this is hardcore non-con, so if that's not what you're into or if that's upsetting for you, then please leave now, because I'm warning you, this one really goes hard into that territory. Don't think I'll be writing another one like this any time soon; I literally feel like I need to take a shower for how dirty this made me feel. It was disturbing to write, but I think I can say I got the writing experience I was looking for, so, I guess, good on me for successfully pushing my comfort zone? This went much farther than I originally intended though. I didn't even mean for it to be so long, but more plot just kept coming with the more I pushed myself, so I ended up splitting it into two parts rather than chapters. But anyway, if you you dare to proceed, then read at your own risk, I just wanted to give you all the heads up of what to expect. Consider yourself warned.)
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"OF POLYJUICE AND IMPERIO"
Part 1
Anticipation began to stir in Draco Malfoy like clockwork, just as it always did around this time. And with a quick glance at the clock in his office, he saw that it was indeed almost his lunch hour. It wasn’t food his body was craving though. No, this was a hunger of a different kind.
In truth, Draco hadn’t used his lunchbreak to actually eat his lunch for years now. Well, no, that wasn’t exactly true. Rather, he would bring his lunch, and after doing what he actually did when he went out, he would quickly scarf his lunch down on his way back to the office. And while he was usually late getting back, the power and influence his family managed to maintain after the war, not to mention his high position at the Ministry of Magic, any reprimanding he would get, if he got any at all, would amount to a light slap on the wrist.
It was worth it though. Any repercussions from getting back late from his lunch was more than worth it. Besides, he was risking a lot more than a bit of reprimanding for what it was he was doing, and that certainly wasn’t going to stop him; the payoff was just too great. It wasn’t like he actually needed the job since he had so much money that he was set for life, and it was really just a way to maintain power and influence and to pass the time.
Screw it, he decided. He was taking an early lunch; he just couldn’t wait anymore. It was like a drug, and he needed his fix. And so he opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out the small flask he always brought with him before making his way out of his office. Even though people in his department were assigned a particular time to go out for lunch and when they had to return, unless someone’s absence was noticeable, it didn’t really matter if someone left early or came back late.
As he made his way out of the Ministry, he coincidentally walked past the Wizarding World’s golden boy, Harry Potter, and Draco had to hold back the smirk that wanted to creep up his face. The poor fool had absolutely no idea what he had been getting up to for several months now. Nor did his brother-in-law, Ron Weasley. Thinking about their ignorance required Draco to do his best to pay Potter no mind as he walked past him.
Upon making his way outside, he Disapparated, reappearing at his first destination in Diagon Alley, right outside the ever-popular joke shop, Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes, run by George and Ron Weasley. A quick walkthrough the shop and a few quick, unnoticed spells on the shop owners completed his business here, and then he was Disapparting again, in and out in under five minutes.
He reappeared at the hiding place of his main destination. It was here that he pulled out his flask and took a drink from it, grimacing at the foul, cabbage-like taste. He then quickly popped a mint, the kind far more effective than what the muggles had, to eliminate any traces of the potion from his breath. Then he waited.
It didn’t take long for the Polyjuice Potion to take effect. He felt his skin begin to crawl, quite literally shifting about beneath his clothes, his bones and muscles reshaping themselves and his features distorting. And while it was an unpleasant experience, it ended quickly, and the reward made it all worthwhile.
With his transformation complete, he quickly conjured a mirror and examined his reflection, just to be sure; it wouldn’t due to have him have the wrong face. But just as he expected. His pale, handsome face had been replaced with a more rugged freckled one, his platinum hair now a fiery red, and his silvery gray eyes were now blue, the spitting image of Ron Weasley. And it wasn’t just in his face, but his height, his weight, his entire body structure had become an exact copy of Weasley.
Satisfied with his appearance, he waved his wand again and the mirror disappeared. With another wave of his wand, his clothes changed to match what he had seen Weasley wearing in the joke shop; his whole reason for going there, and the follow up spell to meddle with the two brothers’ memories so they wouldn’t leave the shop for the next few hours, but think that the younger of the two had. And now, with one last spell, he cast an illusion over his wand, making it appear as a duplicate of Weasley’s as well.
Now he was ready, and so he checked to make sure the coast was clear before stepping out of his hiding place and began making his way up to the apartment. He had to be careful, for what he was about to do was incredibly illegal, on par with using one of the Unforgivable Curses on someone, earning him a one-way ticket to Azkaban for life. And even without the Dementors guarding it, that still wasn’t a place he wanted to be. But this had never stopped him before. He had actually done many things that should have gotten him arrested in his life, but he and his family were very good at covering their tracks.
Reaching into his picket, he pulled out a key. Weasley had been careless, and Draco had managed to get his hands on and make a copy of it without him knowing back when the blood-traitor had worked at the Ministry before leaving it for the joke shop. Getting some of his red hair had been even easier, and Draco had built up quite the collection that he had used for the Polyjuice Potion, obtaining more when he needed to. And with this perfect disguise and access to the apartment Weasley had moved into after moving out of his parents’ house, Draco unlocked the door and walked inside.
An hour, that’s how long he had, unless he managed to sneak another sip of Polyjuice Potion, but then he would be late getting back from his lunchbreak. Well, no matter, either way, he would get what he wanted. But just to make sure there would be no interruptions, he cast a few spells on the door and on the fireplace, temporarily blocking off the Floo network and freezing any photos along the way. Then he began making his way through the apartment for what he was looking for.
He found it in the bathroom, and couldn’t keep the smirk off his face. There, sitting in the bathtub. Enjoying a nice bubble bath, was Weasley’s wife, Hermione Granger; Draco absolutely refused to call or think of her as Hermione Weasley. She lay prompt up against the tub, eyes closed, bubbles up to her chest, obscuring his view of her, the only thing she wore being a content smile on her face as she relaxed in the hot water.
With his heart racing, Draco licked his lips in anticipation. He stepped into the bathroom, his footsteps announcing his presence. Granger opened her eyes and looked up at him, her smile widening. “Ron.”
It took real effort for Draco not to laugh. This wasn’t the first time he had done this. No, it had been going on for literal years now, and so far, neither Granger nor Weasley were any the wiser. He still couldn’t believe he was able to get away with this, but day after day, he did.
It had started not too long after Granger and Weasley had gotten married, not even a year later. After the war, while Weasley and Potter had gone straight into the work force, Granger had gone back to Hogwarts to make up the year she had missed. Upon graduating, she had opted to continue her education for the next few years, much of it including independent studies. Draco wasn’t really sure what it was that she was focusing on, but it allowed her to be at her and Weasley’s home during the work day, allowing him to sneak out and meet with her during his lunchbreak.
Just five months after Granger and Weasley’s wedding, he had begun this ruse. It had just come to him one day, and once it did, he couldn’t get it out of his head. So he had panned carefully and gone through with it, and now it had become practically daily thing.
“Hello, dear,” he said, Weasley’s voice coming out of his mouth. “I decided to take an early lunch today. I just couldn’t stay away from you.”
He saw her eyes light up and her smile widen, fully believing that it was her husband standing before her, just like always. “It seems you can never stay away since you spend all your lunchbreaks with me.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I married not just the cleverest witch of the age, but also the most beautiful.”
Which was true, he reluctantly admitted. Despite her mudblood status, Hermione Granger was utterly gorgeous. He didn’t like it, but he had long since accepted his lust for her. And since she made him lust after her, it was only right that she satiated his lust. She had many times before, and she would many times more to come, and remain none the wiser of it.
“Mmm,” she said as she leaned over the tub, letting her arms hang down. “You always get so hungry during your lunch, but not for food.”
He shrugged again as he began to make his way over to her. “Like I said, the most beautiful witch. Can you blame me when there are much tastier things to eat?”
An amused giggle escaped her and she held a hand out to him. “Care to join me, or is an hour not long enough time?”
“I’ll make enough time,” Draco told her.
Without hesitation, he began to strip. Granger watched him hungrily, her eyes practically undressing him even more thoroughly than he was. He hated to admit it, but Weasley hid have a pretty good body that he supposed women would find attractive. It was a clear result of his Quidditch playing; it had to be with how much Weasley seemed to enjoy stuffing his face. But Draco knew his own body was in even better shape and was even more attractive to the ladies. It was too bad Granger wouldn’t get to sample him as he really was, but he knew that she would never even consider touching him, which was why he had to resort to these measures; it was the only way he would be able to have her.
Once he had stripped out of his clothes, he stepped up to the bathtub. He set his wand down beside the glass of wine Granger had resting on the side of the bath; he was always sure to keep it within reach in case anything went wrong. Then he stepped into the bathtub and sank down into the warm, bubbly water, Wesley’s naked wife sitting just a few feet away, their bare legs touching.
With a smile on her face, Granger moved towards him. None the wiser to his deception, she crawled up into his lap, setting herself down on top of him. He had already grown hard when he first caught sight of her in the bath, and now stood fully erect. It was pure bliss to feel Granger sit in his lap, her weight pressing down on his cock. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as his own arms circled around her back, pulling her close. He felt her pebbled nipples press into his pecs as her breasts flattened against his chest as she leaned in, and their lips met in a searing kiss.
Their lips molded together, and Draco didn’t hesitate to insert his tongue into her mouth when she opened for him. His tongue tangled with hers and she tasted of the wine she had been drinking. Granger moaned into his mouth and he pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss even further. Their lips moved against each other as their tongues rubbed together, transporting from her mouth to his and then back again.
They kissed until the need for air forced them to come apart. Granger rested her forehead against his, keeping their faces close, and a smile spread across her face as she opened her eyes and looked into his. “I don’t know what it is you get up to at your shop, but it always gets you so worked up.” She wiggled her bottom on him. “You’re always so randy whenever you come over during your lunch.”
Draco smirked at that. The real reason was because he wasn’t her loser husband. He didn’t know what the two of them got up to in the bedroom, but he was certain that he was a much better lover than Weasley. “It’s because I’m missing you while I’m there.”
She giggled. “You’re such a dork.”
His hand came up to cup the back of her head. “And you’re one seductive little minx I can’t get enough of.”
He pulled her in for another kiss and their lips met, their tongues engaging once more. Granger’s arms tightened around his neck, and he hugged her closer. She shifted in his lap, lifting herself up and then sitting down again so his cock was now trapped against his stomach and her crotch, his length pressing against her core. Granger moaned at the feeling as she began grinding herself against him and rubbing her body against his, causing him to groan as well.
As they continued to snog, his hands moved lower, the one on the back of her neck moving down to her shoulder blade and the other to her lower back to help push and pull her against him. He could feel the slickness of her body’s own excitement, distinguishable from the water, as his cock slid through her folds. She was just as eager for this as he was.
“Ron…” she whispered against his lips when they briefly broke the kiss for air.
Draco smirked her lips as he kissed her again. If only she knew what she was doing, what she had done countless times for years. He was, probably, the person she despised the most, well, still living person anyway. What would she do if she found out that he had been fucking her all this time, that she had been unknowingly having an affair with Draco Malfoy, that resulted in far better sex than with Weasley, something she had unknowingly admitted to?
He almost wished she could find out, but then, if she did, he would lose this, and face horrific consequences. Trespassing, identity theft, and rape by deception, those would only be the tip of the iceberg of the charges he would face if he was caught. So as much as he would love to see the look on her face upon discovering who she had unknowingly been fucking, that was something that would have to remain a fantasy.
He still couldn’t believe he was getting away with this though. He still remembered the first time he had pulled it off. Bedding Granger had been better than he had ever imagined. Not only was she gorgeous, she was an incredible lay and made a fabulous lover. And then there was the satisfaction of getting her in particular into bed, and getting to bang Weasley’s wife all in one. These circumstances made getting to screw Granger’s brains out on a nearly daily basis all the sweeter and even more satisfying. Plus, there was something exciting about doing something as dirty as fucking a mudblood.
He had initially planned on only doing it once. But Granger had been such a good lay and the experience as a whole had been such a pleasurable experience that he’d just had to go back a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. Soon enough, he had fallen into a routine of fucking Granger during all his lunchbreaks whenever he was able to get away.
He came up with a system and routine that made it work that allowed him to sneak into Weasley’s home, screw the hell out of his wife, and then return to work and go about his day like normal, then do it all again the next day. It had always been hard to keep from laughing whenever he had seen Weasley back when the blood-traitor had still worked at the Ministry when not too long ago he had been buried balls deep in his wife, making her scream in pleasure in more ways that Weasley could and giving her more orgasms than the ginger rat could ever hope to.
Of course, he had to be crafty. He knew there was a good chance that Weasley and Granger would talk about their supposed daily fuck sessions. Weasley may be an idiot, but even he would notice being absent during a time when he should have been banging his own wife. Fortunately, a few passing charms to modify Weasley’s memory to make him think he had gone home for lunch to screw his wife took care of that. Draco also had to modify Potter’s memory as well since the two of them ate lunch together to make Potter think that his brother-in-law had indeed gone home for lunch. And when Weasley left the Ministry, Draco had simply made a quick stop at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes instead.
And speaking of Potter, after things had been going so well with Granger, Draco couldn’t resist giving the Boy-Who-Lived the same treatment. Using the same strategy, he’d managed to impersonate Potter as well and give his wife the fucking of her life. And while the Weaslette also made for an incredible lay that Potter was unworthy of, it didn’t quite bring Draco the same level of satisfaction as banging Granger, and so he had set his attention exclusively on her, giving her the kind of fuck session Weasley never could while keeping Potter’s wife as a backup in case Granger was out or busy during his lunchbreak.
Perhaps he should feel bad about it. After all, Potter, Weasley, and Granger had saved his life in the Battle of Hogwarts. But then, Draco hadn’t sold them out to his Aunt Bellatrix when the Golden Trio had been captured, and his mother had lied to Voldemort about Potter being dead. So as far as Draco was concerned, they were square in that regard.
Plus, if he wanted to get technical, it was thanks to Potter and his friends meddling in things they shouldn’t have that had caused the Malfoy family name to fall from grace and end up in the situation where Draco had been forced by Voldemort to carry out acts that got him in the situation Potter and his friends had needed to save them from in the first place. Plus, those few common courtesies didn’t erase the years of resentment between them. So no, he didn’t feel bad about what he was doing at all.
Even years later, it never got old. On the contrary, it only got better. Granger was always eager and enthusiastic whenever he came around, which he took as proof that Weasley couldn’t give it to her as good as he could. If only he could do it in his own body though, that would make it even better. But he knew that would never work. Granger still despised him. He’d even tested the waters a bit one time by suggesting some roleplay where he would ‘pretend’ to be Draco Malfoy and the two of them could act out some hate fucking.
Granger had not been in favor of that idea at all. In fact, she had been appalled at his suggestion. He’d almost missed out on getting to screw her that day with how disgusted she had been by his suggestion, but, lucky for him, he was quite good at seduction, and so had managed to get a round of angry sex out of her before he’d had to head back to work.
This was even better though. When she made love to him, thinking he was her husband, there was nothing quite as satisfying as that. The only thing that could make it better would be able to be able to screw her as himself, but he took what he could get. And right now, a naked Granger grinding on him in a bubble bath as they heavily made out, that was pretty damn good.
Granger continued to rub herself against him, his length sliding between her nether-lips, her breasts rubbing against his chest. He was glad the tub was big enough for the two of them as he ground himself up against her, making her whimper into his mouth. This was still just the warmup though, and he was very much looking forward to the main event.
He didn’t have to wait much longer. After another minute or two of snogging and rubbing their bodies against each other, Granger lifted herself up and reached between them, taking hold of his length. Anticipation ran though Draco as she positioned herself over him and pressed the head of his cock at her entrance. She teased them both for several seconds, rubbing his cock-head along her nether-lips, building up the anticipation before she finally began to insert him. Her labia spread around his tip and her wet warmth began to surround him as she began to lower herself down onto him.
Draco groaned, letting his head fall back as she sank down onto him. She released his length and placed her hands on his shoulders, her mouth falling open as she let out a breathy sigh as her hips met his, her legs on either side of him. He was completely buried inside her, and it was pure bliss. His hands found place on her hips as he ground her against him, and he felt her nails dig into his shoulders in response.
They sat like that for a short while, and Draco looked up at Granger’s face. Her eyes were closed in delight and her mouth was slightly open. She lightly licked her lips before looking down at him lovingly and leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.
“I love you,” she whispered to him.
He smirked against her lips. “I love you too.”
Then he ground his hips up into her. Granger sucked in a breath as his length massaged her inner walls, then smiled and rose above him. She began moving on top of him, lifting and lowering her hips so he moved in and out of her. Draco’s fingers dug into her hips as he helped her set a pace, and they soon found a rhythm together. Granger moved up and down on him, releasing small whimpers and breathy moans. Draco let out his own series of moans as he enjoyed the sensation of once again fucking Weasley’s wife.
The water sloshed around them, the thick layer of bubbles moving with the water’s motion. Granger continued to move on top of him, letting out those sweet sounds he loved to hear. Merlin’s beard, he still couldn’t believe how good of a lay Granger was. And the fact that it was her, and that she was Weasley’s wife to boot, made it all the sweeter. She continued to move on him, building speed as she humped against him, her inner muscles squeezing and massaging him.
One thing he had learned over the years was that when it came to sex with Granger, she loved to be on top. He wasn’t surprised, she was the same way in school, so why wouldn’t that extend to the bedroom? And of course she would dominate Weasley’s submissive ass. Not that he was complaining, there were few things better than having Weasley’s wife hold him down as she rode him. He had absolutely no problem letting Miss-Know-It-All take the dominate roll in this regard, but he enjoyed dominating her as well, and knew that she loved it when he pinned her down and savagely fucked her into the mattress.
He knew her body so well by now, knowing where and how to touch her to get the responses he wanted. There wasn’t an inch of her body he hadn’t tasted or touched. He knew what she really liked, most likely even more than her idiot husband. Whether they were fucking each other raw or gently making love, he never failed to get her off, several times too, and she always rocked his world.
Like right now. Having her pressed up against him, her forehead resting against his own in a rather intimate fashion. Her hips moved against him, faster and faster, and his grip on them tightened as he kept them pressed to his while rolling his own hips up into hers. The sounds Granger was emitting came out faster and louder, her panting speeding up as well. She stared straight into his eyes, hers burning with lust and desire. Draco savored every expression of pleasure that flashed across her face, knowing that he caused it, as he practically clenched his teeth against the delicious sensations coursing through him.
Suddenly, Granger grasped his face and smashed her lips to his. He responded immediately, and the two of them kissed deeply and passionately, invading each other’s mouths as their tongues battled for dominance. Draco’s hands left her hips and began running up and down her back, holding her close as she rode him so vigorously that bubbles and water spilled over the side of the tub and onto the floor. It wasn’t like he cared though; this wasn’t his house.
Based on the way she was fucking him and the responses of her body, he could tell that she was close. Several minutes had passed since she had taken him inside her, and he could usually get her off quite a bit, but even for him, this was pretty fast. He imagined that she had perhaps warmed herself up while in the bathtub in anticipation of his arrival. It gave him no small amount of satisfaction to think of Granger touching herself as she waited for him to screw her senseless. What would she or Weasley think if they knew she was actually masturbating to him? Merlin’s beard, he wished he could find out. Well, find out Granger’s reaction anyway; he liked the idea of Weasley being left in the dark a lot more; it was far more satisfying to imagine him remaining ignorant as his wife cheated on him.
And then the pleasure doubled as her orgasm hit. Her inner walls clamped down on him tightly and began vibrating. She tore her lips from his and let out a cry that almost sounded pained as her legs squeezed him and her whole body began quivering. Draco held her tightly as she trembled against him, squeezing his eyes and teeth together as she trembled against him. His lips found hers again and she proceeded to scream into his mouth, the sound getting muffled as he practically shoved his tongue down her throat.
So worth it. This was so worth the risk of getting sent to Azkaban. But it wasn’t over yet, far from it. Bringing Granger to orgasm was only half the fun. Having her get him off was the other half. And he still had a lot of stamina left, if he did say so himself. And he intended to bring the witch in his arms to climax more than once before he finished, which he was sure was more than Weasley could do.
Granger continued to shudder in his arms. She broke the kiss in order to suck in a shaky breath before pressing her face into the crook of his neck and going slack while her arm wrapped around his neck, her body giving small jerks every few seconds. Draco allowed her this time to recover while he remained hard and throbbing inside her. He only had an hour with her before the Polyjuice Potion wore off and he had to get back to the Ministry. He surmised it had been fifteen or twenty minutes since they had first started having sex. Plenty of time to get his rocks off, and hers a few more times.
Turning his head, he pressed a kiss by her neck before whispering in her ear, “Turn around, love.”
He had to hold back a smirk at the pet-name. This was the farthest thing from love. She was still a filthy mudblood to him, but he still immensely enjoyed fucking her. Lust, yes, he was definitely lusting after her, but he still despised her. If there was any love involved, it was in how much he loved being balls deep inside her. Maybe he just had a thing for hate fucking, because he never got off more or harder than when he banged Granger. Fooling her into screwing him when he knew she never would only made it better, and getting her to cheat on Weasley with him in the process, even unknowingly, was just the icing on the cake.
It took her several seconds to respond to his request, but she eventually lifted herself back up. With her eyes dancing mischievously, she smirked before she began turning around on top of him. She did so without removing him from her, and Draco groaned at the sensation. His eyes ran up and down her back as he watched the layer of bubbles slide down her smooth skin. He reached up and ran his hands up and down the expanse of her back, lightly grazing his nails over her, making her shiver. Then he sat up and wrapped his arms around her before leaning back against the tub, taking her with him.
A laugh escaped Granger as she fell back against his chest, and he slid further down into the bath until the bubbles were up to his neck. His arms remained wrapped around her, and he took hold of her breasts, massaging and kneading them. Granger let out a pleased sigh as she relaxed against him, squeezing her inner muscles around his length. Draco inhaled at the feel of her walls contracting around him as he buried his face into her hair and began gently nibbling on her earlobe.
His hands set to work rekindling her passion. He teased and caressed her breasts, his fingers circling ever closer to her beaded nipples, and he took the hardened buds between his fingers. He lightly twisted and tugged at them, earning him breathy moans as she began moving on him again. And once they had officially renewed their coupling, he grasped her left breast with one hand while the other slid down her flat stomach to the patch of curls between her legs to where they were joined.
He ran his fingers over her clit, making Granger gasp and causing her hips to jerk. He grinned around her earlobe as he continued playing with the small bundle of nerves between her legs while continuing to thrust into her. Granger squirmed about on top of him as she attempted to meet his thrusts, and she turned her head, forcing him to release her ear so she could kiss him.
As they snogged, their movements shifted the water, giving it an effect like he waves on the beach that had the water shifting over their shoulders and receding. Granger’s waist seemed to rise higher and higher as he thrusted into her, forcing him to lift his hips higher as well. With a whimpering sound, she pulled her lips from his and faced forward before lifting herself up onto her hands and feet in a crab-walk position and spread her legs.
Draco’s hands left her breast and crotch to take hold of her hips as the new position allowed him to piston up into her. Granger’s head fell back as she began crying out loudly. No, it was more like she was wailing. Her head rolled around on her shoulders as she held herself up for him, taking the pounding he delivered. His hips were slamming into her so hard and so fast that more water and heaps of bubbles spilled out over the side.
They went on like that until Draco needed to pause for a short breather. Granger seemed to need one as well. Not so much from holding herself up, but from the pleasure he was giving her. When his pounding stopped, she seemed to curl in on herself, dropping back down on top of him as she began sucking down air in heavy rapid breaths. Draco was breathing heavily as well, but it didn’t take him long to catch his second wind, and he circled his hips up into her.
“W-Wait,” she gasped out.
He paused, his cock twitching impatiently inside her. Then he watched as she pushed herself upright so she was sitting on him and reached over the side of the tub to pick up her wand where it was sitting on the side of the tub. She then waved her wand in front of her stomach and cast the Contraceptive Charm. Not as effective as a Contraception Potion, but it didn’t take any brewing, and the length of time the potion varied lasted longer compared to the more limited time the spell did, and thus needed to be taken regularly to ensure that pregnancy didn’t occur.
Draco knew that neither Granger nor Weasley wanted children right now. Well, at least Granger didn’t, as she wanted to focus on finishing her post-grad education and then focus on her career for a little while first. Thus, she was always sure to cast the Contraceptive Charm on herself before, during, or immediately after sex. Had she not, Draco had no doubt that he would have knocked her up long ago with how often they did it. That would certainly be a treat for Weasley, to not only have his wife be fucked regularly by him, but to end up knocked up by him as well.
Setting her wand back down, Granger remained upright as she rested her hands on the sides of the tub and began moving on him again. Draco leaned back and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the ride, listening to the delightful sounds she let out and releasing his own occasional grunt or groan. Slowly, she built up speed as her rear rose and fell on him, never letting too much of him slip out of her.
She used the sides of the tub for leverage to push down on him and grind her hips against him hard. Draco groaned loudly as she squeezed her inner muscles around him tightly while lifting up and falling down as she began moving her hips in a circular motion. He cracked his eyes open at that just in time to catch her glancing over her shoulder to flash him a mischievous smile. Oh, the little minx, he was going to pay her back for that later, and knew she would enjoy every second of it
For now, his hands went to work, taking hold of her ass-cheeks as they rose and fell on him, and he began squeezing and kneading them. He stopped simply enjoying and went back to properly fucking her, thrusting up into her when she lowered her hips as he simultaneously pulled her down onto him. More whimpering sounds began escaping Granger and she pulled her arms back into the water and leaned forward so she was practically twerking in his lap. Drago’s hands began running over her legs, back, and sides, but in the end, always returned to her rear.
They went on like that for a while, their passion increasing until the desire to dominate her nearly overtook Draco. Sitting up, he practically pushed her forward to the other side of the tub until she was resting against it, her chin resting on the rim and her arms hanging over the side. The action had caused Draco to slip out of her, but he quickly remedied that as he covered her body with his, grinding his cock against the crack of her ass. He was tempted to fuck her there, but had yet to manage to convince her to give him her black cherry. He was determined to claim her virginity in that area in the future though, but not today.
Instead, he took hold of himself and felt around for her opening since the bubbles obstructed his view. Granger glanced eagerly at him over her shoulder as he sought out her entrance, finding it quickly. He immediately pushed inside and Granger faced forward again as she mumbled behind her sealed lips. Draco lowered himself down onto her, his chin resting on her shoulder and started thrusting into her, using his feet to push off of the bottom and sides of the tub.
They made an even bigger mess of the floor as more water and bubbles poured out as their bodies slid together. Granger let out a loud moan every time he pushed into her. Her arms stretched out over the side of the tub, scratching at tile and clawing at the walls. Draco kept hold of one of her shoulders as he seized a fist-full of her wet hair to help drive himself into her. No matter how many times he fucked her, he still couldn’t seem to decide if he preferred to take the dominate role or have her do it. Him dominating her was pleasing in its own right, but her controlling their sex, especially knowing that she would never willingly touch him, had its own kind and level of satisfaction.
Keeping up with his thrusting, it didn’t take Granger long to build herself up to another climax. Her cries became wails once more as she clawed at the ledge, almost as if she were trying to escape from the orgasm he was pushing her towards due to how intense it was going to be. But there was no escaping the pleasure, and she soon cried out in rapture. Her head flew back, nearly hitting him in the nose, and she began slapping at the shelf of the tub, sending splatters of water and suds flying to cover the walls and floor. The bathroom was going to need a thorough cleaning by the time they were finished.
Which, it seemed, was going to be rather soon. Granger’s second orgasm had served to push him closer to the edge. Knowing his own climax was upon the horizon, he gave her no time to recover. Once she collapsed over the side of the tub, he immediately pulled out of her and turned her around so her back was resting against the side of the tub. He lowered himself over her once more, nestling himself between her legs. Granger was mostly slack beneath him, but managed to spread her legs wider to accommodate him and weakly wrap her arms around him.
Draco relished in the feel of her breasts against his chest as he rested his weight on top of her. Taking himself in his hand, he sought out her opening underwater and pushed into her. Seemingly still delirious from her orgasm, she let out a soft mumble in response as her nails weakly scratched into his back. But Draco was relentless as he immediately began thrusting into her once more. His own orgasm was in sight, and he now charged towards it, taking Granger along for the ride.
It didn’t take long for her to begin to respond. It started with heavy breathing and her hands sliding up and down his back. Heavy breathing became full on panting that was soon joined by moans, and her rubbing his back soon became her clawing at it before her arms wrapped around him tightly as her nails dug into his skin. Draco strove onward, pulling more pleasured reactions from her body. His orgasm was getting closer, and he had made her cum twice already, but he’d be damned if he didn’t feel her unravel a third time before he finished.
“Oh, God, Ron!” Granger managed to cry out through her groans.
“Gran-Hermione,” he grunted out as well, almost letting her maiden name slip out, but quickly catching himself.
She didn’t seem to notice though as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a heated kiss. Draco devoured her mouth as he pounded into her as fast as he could. Granger spread her legs as much as the tub allowed as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, trying and failing to remain in sync with him. This relentless pounding didn’t let up as the kiss ended, but their parted lips remained in contact, brushing against each other as they panted in each other’s mouths.
She must have sensed that he was getting close. At this point, she understood the reactions of his body just as he understood hers. Her arms went from around his neck down to cup his ass, and her nails dug into his cheeks as she pulled him into her with every thrust. With her no longer clinging to him and under the assault of his pounding, she began to slide further and further down the tub. Draco supported her by wrapping an arm around her to hold her to him as he grabbed hold of the rim of the tub. His own grunts and groans were becoming quite vocal as well as he got closer and closer to orgasm, and he now struggled to hold back his release.
Granger wasn’t far from her own either. With a quick glance at her, he saw her eyes and teeth clench together tightly on bliss. He began throwing in a few fancy moves, slamming his hips into her hard and remaining buried deep as he stirred his hips in a circular motion for a few seconds before he began pounding into her again. He did this every ten or twelve seconds, randomly switching from clockwise to counter-clockwise when he did. Granger’s mouth fell open in a loud gasp as her eyes practically bugged out of her had every time he did this before she went back to her repetitive moaning when he resumed his pounding.
When her orgasm hit, she pulled him against her hard as she lifted her hips to push herself against him. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into his chest as her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. At the feel of her cumming around him, Draco knew there would be no way to hold himself back any longer, and so he buried himself as deeply as he could, pushing his feet against the tub to do so as he enjoyed the feel of her insides milking him.
It didn’t take him long to join her. Not even ten seconds after her orgasm started, he joined her in bliss as he began spurting into her. That seemed to set Granger off even more as she sucked in a breath and finally released the scream that hadn’t seemed to want to escape her before. She began thrashing about beneath him, her legs kicking up in the air on either side of him as her head rolled around on her shoulders and turned this way and that.
Her arms were waving around as well, seemingly seeking to find purchase on something to hold onto. The slipperiness of the bubbles and water prevented her from being able to hold onto the side of the tub, and she eventually grabbed hold of him instead, one hand gripping his bicep and the other his shoulder as her legs locked around his waist.
Draco continued to hold Granger to him as he buried his face in her hair, trying to keep both of them above the surface. God, how was it that fucking Granger got better every time he did it? When he first started this whole charade, he thought it would only be a few times, just to get it out of his system. He didn’t expect it to last for more than a couple weeks at most before he tired of her. But it never got old. She was almost like a drug he was hooked on, and he found his addiction to her growing with every fix.
He remained buried in her until the last traces of his orgasm came to an end before he finally relaxed. He made sure to keep them both above the surface though as Granger continued to cling to him, though not as tightly as before. They must have stayed like that for a minute or two before Granger let out a deep sigh of content.
“God, I love you,” she said, and pressed a kiss to his chest before embracing him tightly, coiling her limbs around him. A few moments later, a giggle escaped her. “I don’t know what it is about you being at work, but it always puts you in such a mood. You’re always so much better in bed whenever you come back during your lunchbreak.”
Draco’s chest filled with pride. He’d always known it to be true, but here was Granger providing verbal confirmation that he was a better lover than Weasley. It wasn’t the first time she had indirectly said as much, but he always enjoyed hearing it. If only she knew who she was unknowingly saying it too. How would her husband react to finding out that his wife found him to be better than him in bed? Her reaction would undoubtedly be hilarious, but this would remain a one-sided, dirty little secret between them.
In response to her admittance, he ground his hips against her, his cock still semi-erect inside her. Granger let out a light humming sound, briefly sucking her lips into her mouth. Then she lifted her head and pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss. When she pulled back, she gave him a smile.
“We better get in the shower before you have to get back,” she told him.
Draco let out a reluctant grunt of agreement. He’d much rather stay buried in Granger’s wet heat. What he would give to be able to stay in bed with her and fuck her all day. He’d make her scream herself hoarse. Hell, he could practically do that now on an hour-long time limit. But work and the Polyjuice Potion’s temporary affects were calling, and so he begrudgingly lifted himself off her, pulling free of her body’s confines.
He rested back against the tub and watched as Granger pushed herself to her feet. As she stood up, the bubbles slid down her body like a liquid blanket, exposing her curvy figure to his gaze, and his eyes ran up and down her body appreciatively. It was so unfair and wrong that a filthy mudblood was so utterly gorgeous. Weasley didn’t deserve to touch such a stunning specimen, let alone be married to one. Draco could care less if they were married or not, it was that he was allowed to fuck such a sexy creature that was the true injustice.
With a saucy smile on her face, complete with bedroom eyes, Draco watched as Granger shifted her foot behind her and heard the glug of the drain being unplugged before the water in the tub began to drain. She then gave him a beckoning look before stepping out of the tub and walking the few feet over to the shower. And while her back was turned, he quickly snatched up his wand and pointed it at her, non-verbally casting a spell. She shouldn’t have felt anything, and she didn’t appear to, even as she glanced back at him and gave him a slight inclination of her head towards the shower; an invitation for him to join her.
Draco fully intended to, but first he cast a quick spell to clean up all the water and bubbles they had splashed over the side of the tub as his excuse for why he was holding his wand. Granger’s seductive smile became one of appreciation, but didn’t lose its sauciness, nor did the desire leave her eyes. Draco had to hold back the smug smirk that wanted to creep up his face. She wouldn’t be feeling so appreciative if she found out he had just lifted the Contraceptive Charm she had placed on herself.
It wasn’t the first time he had done this. Any chance he got where Granger was either distracted or not paying attention or wouldn’t notice, he would always seize the chance to lift the Contraceptive Charm whenever he saw her place it on herself, or even when he didn’t since he just assumed she did it by default. Because, yes, he was trying to get her pregnant.
He didn’t do this out of some desire to knock her up. Well, ok, yes, he supposed he was. But not for the reasons couples wanted to have children. But there was a number of reasons he was trying to get Granger pregnant with his child, and none of them had anything to do with love or wanting a family with her. No, this was out of a self-acknowledged, twisted kick that the thought of knocking her up gave him, as well as a tactical plan.
Among those reasons was the thought of permanently dominating Granger to him in such a way, eternally tying her to him through their child in a way she could never escape or sever. Their child would forever be an indicator of all the times he had fucked her, whether she knew it or not. And she would have no choice but to carry, deliver, love, and care for something that was part of him, no matter how she felt about it. Just the thought of a part of him being inside her, being a part of her, growing and developing, marking her forever, it sent an excited thrill through him that, not for the first time, made him wonder if he had some kind of breeding kink, at least when it came to her.
Reason number two, he found the thought of not just Granger, but Weasley unknowingly raising a biological Malfoy to be hilarious. Every time Draco would see Weasley, he would relish the thought that the child the ginger idiot thought was his was actually a product of Draco fucking his wife behind his back. A private little victory in addition to turning Wesley into a cuckold.
And the other reason, it would be a well-deserved form of justice. Due to everything that had happened in the war, the reputation of the Malfoys was in the trash. While still rich and holding some influence, the Malfoy family name was basically mud, and they were shunned by most of society for the part they played as former Death Eaters, even if they had escaped punishment for severing ties with Voldemort in the end and his mother saving Potter by lying to the Dark Lord.
It had primarily been due to Potter, Weasley, and Granger that the Malfoys had fallen from grace. The three of them had interfered with his family’s standings with the Dark Lord, causing them to fall out of favor and face mistreatment, forcing them to resort to siding against the Death Eaters in the end, leaving them with a sullied name. So, since the Gryffindor trio had been responsible for the Malfoy family’s fall, it only made sense that they fixed it, whether willingly or not.
While the Malfoys were now shunned, the Potters and Weasleys, and thus Granger by extension, were now held in the highest regards by society. So to have Granger have his child, to let the Malfoy family bloodline continue on in a now highly respected family, only made sense. Why shouldn’t his bloodline enjoy the wealth, reputation, and influence the Weasley family now had after having ripped it away from his family? It wouldn’t matter if no one else, even the actual child, knew of their true heritage, the Malfoy line would still continue, and continue in a well-respected family, even if no one was aware of it.
So yes, Draco was trying to get Granger with child, and he would continue to do so. And it would be best to try and do it now while neither Granger nor Weasley were trying for children, as it would guarantee Draco that the child was his since Granger and Weasley would continue to take preventative measures against conception while Draco took steps to assure that it did with him whenever he could. What more, he was even contemplating doing the same with Potter’s wife, getting two for the price of one. And while it may be slightly suspicious if Granger conceived while using the Contraceptive Charm, as he had noted earlier, the spell wasn’t one hundred percent affective; Weasley and Granger would naturally just assume that the spell failed or they missed a time.
Hearing the shower running, Draco set down his wand and stepped out of the tub to join her. His cock hung limp between his legs from his release, but he knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long, not with a naked Granger waiting for him. And so, with renewed anticipation, he headed over to the shower and stepped inside.
Smirking, Draco’s eyes ran up and down her body appreciatively, now able to see her entire figure as the spray of the shower washed away the last of the suds from the bubble bath. Already he felt a stirring in his currently flaccid cock as he made his way over to her. Coming up behind her, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back against him, nestling her rear against his front.
He shifted them forward so they were both under the shower’s spray, and ground himself against her backside, working to get himself hard again. Granger coyly pretended to ignore him, but he knew her better and proceeded to rub his slowly hardening member between her ass crack. He nuzzled her wet hair out of the way and buried his face in the crook of her neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access as she began making circles with her rear as she pushed back at him.
Draco’s mouth latched onto her neck as he began sucking on her skin, fully intending to leave a mark on her. And since he had modified Weasley’s memories earlier to make him think he had come home for a quickie, there would be no reason to hide it. His hands slid from her hips up her body to her breasts, and he grasped the two fine globes, kneading, massaging, squeezing. Merlin, Granger had some fine tits. He rolled them around, flicking her fingers over her nipples lightly, tweaking, twisting, and pulling at the hardened buds.
Granger let out a sigh and let her head fall back onto his shoulder. Draco shifted his attention to her ear, running his tongue along its shell before he began lightly nipping at her lobe, lightly grinding it between his teeth. A breathy sound escaped Granger and she reached back to cup his ass, pulling him harder against her, very successfully aiding him in renewing his hardness. Draco groaned around her earlobe and released one of her breasts, sliding his hand down her stomach to the patch of curls between her legs and cupping her.
Granger inhaled loudly as he rubbed over her slit, grinding his palm against her clit. He expertly parted her folds with his fingers and used the middle one to rub along her labia before sticking said finger inside her. A gasp escaped Granger as he began stroking her inner walls. He’d long since discovered the location of her G-spot and he sought it out, chuckling lightly when he found it, causing her to jerk slightly and let out a whimper. He teased the area for a short while before he added a second finger and began thrusting them in and out of her as he humped against her backside in time with his fingers.
For the next few minutes, a series of heavy inhales through her nose and gasping exhales through her mouth escaped Granger. As Draco stimulated her, his cock woke up more and more as he continued to rub it against her backside. When he had become semi-erect, Granger turned around in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck as he pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips met and sealed together, Draco immediately invading her mouth. Granger let out a moan as their tongues swirled around each other’s and their bodies rubbed together.
Draco’s hands gripped her rear to push their intimate areas together, his ever-hardening length pressing against her core. Their lips kept moving against each other as their tongues danced together, and Granger’s fingers ran through his hair as she curled a leg around his calf to press herself more firmly against him. Draco could feel her hardened nipples pressing into his pecs as their chests rubbed together, and now that he didn’t need to worry about getting a mouthful of soap, he could no longer resist.
Breaking the kiss, he dipped Granger back slightly and lowered his face down to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and began drawing upon it succulently. A pleased gasp escaped Granger as she threw her head back, thrusting her chest forward. He accepted her offer, teasing her nipple to an even further point as he sucked and swirled his tongue around it. Not one to leave the other neglected, he grasped it in his palm, rolling it around and paying special attention to that nipple as well.
His other arm remained wrapped around her, helping to hold her up as she leaned so far back that she likely would have fallen if she weren’t holding onto him. He snuck a glance at her face and saw that her eyes were shut and her mouth was hanging open as she panted. Then one of her arms came down from around his neck and reached lower. A moment later, he felt her take hold of his cock and began stroking it.
They continued on like that until Draco had very nearly hardened to full length once again. Then she suddenly released him and pulled herself upright as she took a step back. Draco gave her a questioning look as her breast popped free of his mouth. There was a hungry, almost wild look on Granger’s face as she reached out and pushed him up against the shower wall. She then pressed herself up against him and began sliding her body down his as she slowly got down on her knees.
She left a trail of kisses in her wake, kissing all the way down to his crotch and taking his member in her hand. She pressed a few kisses to the tip before, and without hesitation, she took him in her mouth. Draco couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped him as she began bobbing her head on his length, taking a little more of him in each time. Around every twenty or thirty seconds, she would pull off him to take a few gulps of air, masturbating him enthusiastically as she did so before closing her mouth over him.
Deeper and deeper she took him, picking up right where she left off each time she pulled her mouth off him. By the time the tip of his cock was bumping against the back of her throat. Draco could take it no longer. He grasped the back of her head and began thrusting into her mouth, effectively face-fucking her. Granger gripped his ass tightly as she opened for him, releasing gagging sounds every time he thrusted into her, working his cock down her very throat.
He only allowed this to go on for a few minutes. As much as he enjoyed blowing his load down her throat, it wasn’t often he managed to lift the Contraceptive Charm from her. But since he had managed to this time, there was only one place he would be cumming. Which is why he only allowed himself another minute of enjoying her mouth before he pulled himself free. Granger immediately began coughing now that she could breathe properly again, but Draco couldn’t wait anymore; he needed to be inside her right now.
Taking hold of her, he pulled her to her feet and reached down, picking up her leg. Granger’s arms immediately went around his neck as she stared at him with open want. Keeping hold of her leg with one hand, he lined himself up with her entrance with the other and pushed inside. They both let out simultaneous groans as he filled her, and after taking a few moments to enjoy her warmth, he placed his hand on her ass and began thrusting.
Granger immediately began letting out panting moans as her arms tightened around his neck. They held each other’s gazes as they moved together, occasionally exchanging deep, heated kisses. As the water poured over them, their passion continued to rise, and Granger went from having him hold up her leg to wrapping it around his waist. This allowed Draco to thrust into her even faster as he attacked her neck with open-mouth kisses.
Granger’s arms tightened around him even more, crushing her breasts against his chest as her nails dug deeply into his shoulders. Draco could only imagine how humorous it would be to have her mark him and have Weasley see the mark left on him from his wife’s infidelity yet having no idea what they were really from; too bad his clothes would hide them. It would also be funny for Weasley to see any marks Draco had left on Granger and have him think he had been the one who left them there after Draco modified his memory later.
Granger was clinging to him now almost desperately as she loudly and continuously cried out. She was getting close, Draco could tell, and he thrusted and ground against her, pushing her towards the edge. He felt her reach it just before her screams began echoing through the bathroom and she started jerking against him. He held her close, keeping himself buried deep with her hips pressed to his as he enjoyed the feel of her cumming around his cock.
As she settled down, she unhooked her leg from around his waist to stand on shaky legs. But there was no time to wait. He was on a time limit, and he wanted to fuck Granger as long and as much as possible. Which is why the moment her orgasm died down, he began pounding into her again. He kept a firm grip of her ass as he pushed and pulled her against him, and she held onto him tightly as her shaking legs barely supported her.
Once he was sure she could stand on her own, he pulled out of her and aggressively spun her around and bent her over. Granger’s hands flew out as if on reflex to press against the wall to support her. She glanced at him over her shoulder, taking a hand off the wall to push her wet hair out of her face as he came up behind her. He decided to tease her a bit at first by slipping his cock between her ass cheeks and began thrusting between them. He did this for a short while before slipping his cock between her legs.
He didn’t enter her though, and instead pressed his cock up against her slit so her nether-lips spread and gripped his length, the head of which poked out between the front of her legs. He then began thrusting against her so her folds slid over his length, giving them both a taste of what was to come. But Granger gave just as good as she got, squeezing her legs together, allowing him to fuck her thighs.
Draco groaned as his cock slid between her wet legs as they tightly squeezed him. It got even better when she crossed her legs, tightening their grip on him further. It was heavenly, almost as good as fucking. Almost being the keyword. He wanted the real thing, and he didn’t have time to dillydally. And so he pulled out from between her legs, properly aligned himself up with where he wanted to go, and slammed into her down to the hilt with a single thrust.
Granger cried out loudly, her head flying back at his re-entry. And then he was pounding into her again, the sound of wet flesh slapping together echoing through the room. Granger thrusted back at him, letting out a loud moan every time his hips collided with her ass. She used the wall for leverage as she met each of his thrusts, lifting and lowering her head as she panted and moaned. Draco kept a firm grip on her hips as he pulled her into him with every thrust.
“Harder, Ron,” Granger gasped out. “Fuck me harder.”
Merlin’s beard, Weasley was one lucky bastard. But then again, he supposed he was too since he got to fuck Granger as well, likely even more often than Weasley did. If fact, he was probably even luckier since he wasn’t married to the mudblood, and so didn’t have to put up with her shit. All the pleasures of the relationship without actually being in one. And speaking of pleasurable, he gave Granger exactly what she asked for and began relentlessly pounding into her even harder and faster than before.
It seemed that was indeed exactly what Granger wanted. As he upped his game, she shifted closer to the wall so she was more slouched over than bent forward. Reaching up, she grabbed hold of the showerhead while keeping her other hand pressed against the tiled wall. Draco adjusted his stancw behind her, gripping her shoulder with his right hand and gripping her hip with his left. He had Granger wailing in no time as he grew even more aggressive.
Granger’s whole body jerked with the force of his thrusts, even as she braced herself against the wall. He was almost worried that the showerhead would end up breaking off if they weren’t careful, but quickly decided that he didn’t care; it’s not like it was his shower, or that it couldn’t be fixed with a quick spell. Right now, all his focus was on Granger, and he was determined to pull another orgasm or two out of her before he finished.
Sooner than he thought apparently, as a sudden climax had Granger cumming around him again. That was certainly fast. It hadn’t even been ten minutes since her last one, and it had happened so suddenly. Not that that was a problem; it always felt amazing to feel her inner walls contracting around him in climax, and it served to fuel his pride. He paused in his pounding though as her legs seemed to give out and she fell forward, collapsing against the wall and sliding down it into a heap on the floor.
Draco stood over her, still fully erect and aching. He watched as Granger attempted to recover from her surprise orgasm, and when she regained enough energy to lift her head and push her hair out of her face, he held his hand out to her. It took her a few moments for her to notice his hand before she took it, and he pulled her to him. She stumbled a bit from the shaking in her legs and grabbed onto him to maintain her balance.
Letting out a light chuckle, she gave him a sexy look, a seductive smile on her face. “Do we have time to take this to the bedroom?”
Images of Granger in bed, writhing around beneath him as he pounded into her filled Draco’s head. Unfortunately, there was no clock in the bathroom, so he didn’t know how much time he had left. And while he could be late getting back to work if he had to, he couldn’t push back how long he had before the Polyjuice Potion wore off, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get to the flask without her noticing, seeing as it was in the pocket of his discarded pants, which were currently lying by the door connecting the bathroom to the bedroom. But even if he did, he would then be stuck as Weasley for another hour afterwards, and he couldn’t exactly go back to work like that.
“I’m not sure,” he told her, considering whether he should take the risk or just finish up with her in the shower.
His internal debate was interrupted by Granger reaching down and grabbing his member, giving his cock a good squeeze. “I’m sure George won’t mind if you’re a little late getting back. You can just tell him you were helping me with something. It technically wouldn’t be a lie.”
Draco smirked, his mind made up. “Look at Little Miss Perfect being willing to do something bad.”
In response, she leaned in and kissed him. “Well, you are the one who corrupted me.”
Oh, she had no idea how true that was. And he was going to corrupt her so much more. So he followed after her as she shut off the water and gave his cock a yank, pulling him along by it. He let her quite literally lead him along by his dick, pausing only briefly to snatch up his wand; he was always sure to never be without it. He then cast a quick spell that dried off both him and Granger, though he made sure to keep her hair damp; he loved how sexy it looked in how it clung to her shoulder and neck.
Granger just smirked at him as she pulled him along, making her way over to the bed. Draco felt his cock swell even more in her grasp at the sight of it. He absolutely loved fucking Granger in her martial bed. The place reserved for her and her loser husband, he was invading it and sewing his own seeds in Weasley’s place, taking over the blood-traitor’s territory. And later tonight, Granger and her hubby would be sleeping in it, in the exact spot where he would have her screaming in ecstasy. It was just too bad he would never get to have Granger in his own bed.
He stole a quick glance at the clock, noting the time. He had about twenty minutes left before the Polyjuice Potion wore off. He could still give Granger a thorough fucking in that amount of time. And determine to do just that, he turned back to Granger and grabbed hold of her, pulling her against him. She let out a surprised gasp at how rough he was being before he slammed his lips against hers.
He kissed her until he had her moaning, then turned her around and bent her over so her upper body was resting on the bed, her rear aimed up at him. He rubbed his hand over her ass cheek before pulling back his hand and giving it a firm smack, digging his fingers into her cheek. Granger gasped loudly at the impact and began to lift her head, but his other hand shot out and pressed her face down into the mattress.
He leaned over her and spoke hotly in her ear. “Time to finish what we started in the shower.”
He then pushed his way back into her. She groaned beneath him as his weight bore down on her, but it was an obvious groan of enjoyment. He grasped her shoulder with one hand and took a handful of her hair with the other, pulling her head back slightly. Then he began aggressively rocking into her.
Almost immediately, moaning and groaning began to emit from the witch beneath him. It was accompanied by the sound of the bed creaking from the intense rocking, but Draco was more concerned with the sounds Granger was making. Her hands rested on either side of her head, squeezing handfuls of the blanket as her chin rested between them. But as Draco pounded into her, she briefly buried her face into the bed before lifting up again, now biting down on the blanket as well.
His grip on her hair tightened and he pulled her head back farther as he practically growled at her. “Yeah, do you like that?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she mumbled around the mouthful of blanket.
Draco just pounded into her even harder and faster. “Yeah, you like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?”
It was a rhetorical, but the blanket fell from between her teeth as she answered. “Oh, God, yes!”
“Yeah, take it! Take it, you filthy little… bookworm.”
He’d almost called her ‘mudblood’. And while the two of them did occasionally dirty talk during sex, well, mostly him, he didn’t think she’d appreciate being called such a slur, and he wasn’t willing to risk getting her angry and being stuck with blue balls. Instead, he lifted himself up, keeping hold of her hair, and reached for her leg. He lifted it up and placed her foot on the bed, then resumed driving into her.
Fucking Granger roughly like this always made for the best sex between them, and so Draco usually ended up aggressively fucking her raw like he was now. He knew she enjoyed it just as much as he did. She was displaying that now in how she was wailing loudly under his assault, her pleasured cries driving him onward. She had pushed herself up on her hands when he lifted her leg, and her back was arched as her whole body jerked almost violently with the force of his thrusts.
Keeping a firm grip on her hair, Draco pulled back on it hard, forcing her to face the ceiling. Her eyes were rolled back and she looked almost delirious with pleasure as he pounded into her. Animalistic growls were escaping him that were barely audible over her cries as he drove her to another orgasm he knew wasn’t far off. And knowing his own body’s limitations, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be getting close as well.
“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” she shouted. “Fuck me, Ron! Fuck me!”
And he did, upping his game even more, to the point where he actually grew concerned that he might be hurting her; at the very least, she was going to be extremely sore and have trouble walking tomorrow. She offered no words of protest though, and if anything, only egged him on. That was another thing he loved about fucking her. Who would have thought that Miss Prissy would be such a freak in the sheets? And he was most definitely enjoying it.
He knew that Granger very rarely, if ever, swore, but right now, he was pulling a stream of profanity out of her mouth. But then her cries blended together into one continuous scream and her arms gave out, causing her to collapse. He released her hair and let her drop forward as she began spasming in orgasm, her whole body jerking around on the bed. Great Merlin, he loved making her lose all control like this; it was so damn hot.
It took her over a minute before her orgasm seemed to come to an end, and when it did, she was left twitching on the bed as heavy pants came from beneath her mess of hair covering her face. She eventually reached up though, brushing it aside before looking up at him and lifting herself up.
“Get up here,” she practically ordered him. “I want to ride you.”
He had to hold back a grin. There she was, displaying her love of being on top. And as much as he would love that, he knew he was really pressed for time now, and a quick glance at the clock let him know he only had seven minutes left before the Polyjuice Potion wore off. He was close though. After that intense fuck session, he didn’t think he would last much longer, only a few minutes, he surmised. He’d be cutting it close, too close. Should he risk it?”
“I don’t know if we have time,” he grumbled, talking more to himself than her.
Something feral flashed in her eyes as she got on her hands and knees before turning to him and grabbing his arm. “Ronald Bilius Weasley, get on the damn bed this minute!”
Oh hell, there was no way he could ignore that. The promise of what was to come was too great. And while he may have been thinking with his wrong head with how worked-up he was, he gave into temptation and crawled up on the bed. He would just have to make a run for it the moment he finished.
Flopping down on his back with his head resting on a pillow, he looked up at Granger eagerly. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead and into his eye, and he reached up to wipe his damp face. Even after drying them both off from their shower, the aggressiveness in which he had just spent the past ten or so minutes fucking her had him sweating bullets. Granger was covered in her own fine sheen, and beads of sweat were trickling down her head, limbs, and torso as she crawled up to him.
Grasping his cock, she immediately took him into her mouth and began rapidly bobbing her head on him. She only did this for about thirty seconds before she lifted up and threw a leg over him. Straddling him, she shifted forward until she was in position, then lifted herself up. In a repeat of what happened in the tub, she took hold of his member, aiming it straight up at her dripping entrance and immediately dropped down onto him.
“Fuck,” Draco gasped out, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He tried to glance at the clock on the wall behind Granger and saw that he only had six minutes left.
But then he was sufficiently distracted as Granger rested her hands on his chest and began riding him. Her breathing immediately shifted to panting as she set a quick, vigorous pace, humping against him for all she was worth. Her breasts bounced in front of him and he reached for the fleshy orbs, but he’d barely touched them before she grabbed his wrists and slammed them down on the bed by his head.
“It’s my turn to fuck you,” she told him in a tone that left no room for argument.
Damn, he loved it when she got worked up like this. He wondered how often Weasley got to see her like this, or if he could even work her up into such a frenzy at all. But then Weasley was the last thing on his mind as Granger kept his hands pinned beside his head as she attacked his mouth, forcing her tongue inside. She laid on top of him fully, sliding her body over his as her hips rapidly rose and fell on him. Draco made weak attempts to pull his hands free of her grip, knowing he could break her hold if he really wanted to, but allowed her to keep him pinned down; he loved having her ride him as she held him down.
They snogged frantically as Granger’s hips rose and fell on him so aggressively that he was surprised he didn’t fall out of her. She broke the kiss but kept her face pressed to his and they panted heavily in each other’s mouths as they kept their eyes locked on each other. Her rapid hip movements suddenly stopped and she began dramatically thrusting against him, dragging her body up and down his. She did this several times before rising up to sit astride him.
Draco practically sat up as well, holding himself upright with his arms behind him. Granger locked her hands behind his neck and once again began riding him wildly. The look on her face was utterly feral, and a sex flush flowed through her, giving her skin a deep rosy hue. Draco could barely do more than enjoy the ride, unable to tear his eyes from her when she was like this, not understanding how a mudblood could look so damn sexy.
Reaching up, she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear that had been sticking to her face. Then she placed her hands on his shoulders and aggressively pushed him to lay down again. Her hands found place on his chest, her nails digging into his pecs, and she kept her hips pressed against his as she rode him. Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open as she let out heavy pants, moaning with each rapid movement of her hips.
Draco’s hands circled around her waist, locking together behind her lower back as she continued to ride him. He was so close, and could tell that his orgasm was going to be a really good one. He could already taste it, and anticipation for his grand release gripped him. What more, he could tell that she was almost there as well. Both her behavior and her body’s reactions let him know she was on the verge of another massive orgasm, and he held himself back with the intention of cumming with her.
He was usually able to time his orgasms so they would cum together, and it was always extra glorious when they achieved climax at the same time. The way their bodies always seemed to be so in sync was just one more thing that made sex between them so great. Just another minute or two and they would reach that precipice.
But as the seconds ticked by, he felt it. A familiar shift in his body that he had long since come to recognize, and it had nothing to do with sex. No, this was something different. His time was up. The effects of the Polyjuice Potion were wearing off, right now, at this very moment, while he was still fucking Granger. He’d gotten so distracted by her that he had forgotten to keep an eye on the clock, despite knowing how little time he’d had left. And now his time was up, and he was beginning the process of changing back to normal.
“Oh my fucking God, yes!” Granger practically bellowed, riding him harder than ever.
Her eyes were still closed. She hadn’t noticed. Even as his skin began to twist and his body shifted beneath her. His form grew leaner, his skin paler and his freckles disappearing, his patch of curls tangled with her brown ones where they were joined shifting from red to platinum blonde. He was exposed, and yet he couldn’t stop, not now. There was no force, no magic, no power in the Wizarding World or muggle world that could stop him; he was too far gone.
His hands unlocked from behind her lower back and instead tightly gripped her hips, his fingers digging in with near-bruising force. She still had her eyes closed, so she hadn’t seen him yet, and she may have been too lost in the throes of passion to notice his body shifting its form beneath her, but he knew there was one thing she would most definitely notice, and he braced himself for her reaction when she did, his eyes quickly darting over to his wand on the nightstand by the bed.
It was happening now. As the last traces of the potion’s effects came to an end and his body completely returned to normal, his cock grew even larger within her, its girth expanding and its length growing almost an entire inch, stretching her further and penetrating her even deeper than ever before. Oh yes, she definitely noticed, a loud, slightly pained gasp escaping her, and her eyes suddenly flew open. The time had finally come.
“Ron, what did you…?”
She looked down at him, seeing him for who he really was, seeing who she was actually fucking, and in her own martial bed at that. She appeared both surprised and confused for a few moments, but then her eyes widened and her expression became one of shock before quickly morphing to horror and outrage.
“Malfoy!?” she practically shrieked. “What the fuck!?”
She made to lift herself off him, but Draco had been ready, and he beat her to the punch. Still gripping her hips, he pulled her back down onto him before she could dislodge him. He then quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around her before flipping them over so he was on top. With her sufficiently pinned beneath him, he began driving into her once again. He gripped her ass cheeks, pulling her against him as he continued to fuck her.
Granger began screaming, albeit now for an entirely different reason. Her legs flailed about on either side of him, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge him. Her fists beat at his back and she scratched at him in a way that was different from how he usually liked having her claw at him. He reached up and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he pinned her down with his weight, still thrusting away into her.
“No!” she shouted underneath him as she futilely struggled under his weight and strength. “Stop it! Get out of me! Get the fuck out of me!”
He ignored her, and instead only thrusted into her harder and faster. He could hardly believe it, he was finally fucking Granger, truly for real, as his real self, in his real body. There was nothing that could stop him now. His orgasm was on the horizon, and the thought that he was now fucking her as himself heightened his arousal exponentially. She may not be fucking him back anymore, but the movements of her struggles offered their own series of pleasures.
Her body continued to respond to his, regardless of her resistance. No matter what her mind said, she couldn’t stop the reaction of her body under his stimulation, especially not when she was so close to orgasm. The thought of making her cum, with his own actual cock, strove him onward. He kept her arms pinned down as he caught her lips with his. He forced her mouth open and forced his tongue inside, and she proceeded to scream into his mouth, struggling to get free.
Twisting her head away, she broke the kiss and continued to wail. “No, this is a nightmare! I’m dreaming! I’m dreaming! Someone, wake me up! This can’t be happening!”
“It is happening, Granger,” he told her, burying his face into the crook of her neck. “It’s been happening, Granger, nearly every single day. You have been fucking me for years!”
“NO!!!” she shrieked, desperation gripping her voice.
She kept struggling, but she was no match for him. He was so very close now, and he could tell by the way she was contracting around him that she was too. He grit his teeth to hold himself back and fucked her with everything he had, trying to get her there before him. He’d be damned if he didn’t feel her come undone around him while he was himself.
Throughout her struggles, she must have realized what her own body was telling her as well, as her cries of protest became even more hysterical and her struggles became even more desperate. “No! It can’t be! I can’t be! Not like this! Not with you! I couldn’t possibly…”
More cries escaped her, not just ones of struggle and protest, but ones of pleasure as well, whether she wanted to release them or not. Draco lifted his head from her neck and looked down at her, noting the look of pleasured disbelief on her face and desperation in her eyes.
“But you are,” he told her with a victorious grin. “You’re going to cum, Granger. Cum for me. You’ve already done it countless times, and now you’re going to again.”
The horrified look on her face was apparent and priceless, possibly as she came to realize not just the truth, but the full impact of his words, and her desperation grew. He could tell right away that she was trying to hold back her orgasm, but he wouldn’t let her, and fucked her for all he was worth. It didn’t take long though, and soon he felt the familiar sensations of her body finding release.
“I can’t!” she shouted. “Please, no! No! Noooooo-aaah!”
It was happening, she was cumming. Her body spasmed out of control, held in place by his weight. He kept her arms pinned down as he buried his head into her neck again. Having achieved his goal, he stopped holding back and immediately found release, cumming right along with her. He buried himself in her as deeply as possible as he erupted, cumming harder than he had ever cum in his life.
With his own body back, his cock had grown to its proper length, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper than he could with Weasley’s pathetic pecker. He could actually feel the head of his cock pressing up against her cervix, the tip pushing into the mouth of her womb as he spurted within her. Good, ejaculating directly into her womb would serve to get her with child, and he attempted to push even more of himself inside her, even though she had already taken his entire length down to the base.
“N-N-Noo-ooo…” Granger stammered through her orgasm. “N-Not in-n me-me…”
Draco simply let out a groan into her neck as he completely emptied himself inside her, making sure she took every last drop. Granger was only partially struggling now, the orgasm tearing its way through her body causing her to lose control of herself. She even began to partially cling to him, her legs locking together on either side of him and her face buried against his shoulder. And if he weren’t still holding down her arms, he suspected she might be grasping hold of him too.
As their shared orgasm began to die down, angry, desperate sobs began to escape Granger. He came down from his high first as orgasmic waves still caused Granger to jerk beneath him every couple of seconds. He decided to use the opportunity to make his move. He released her arms and lunged for his wand on the nightstand. Snatching it up, he turned back to Granger as she began to push herself up, and he pointed it at her.
“Immobulus!” he cried, firing a Freezing Charm at her.
The blue beam of magic struck her, and Granger went limp, dropping back down onto the bed and going still. With her sufficiently frozen, Draco lowered his arm and let out a sigh. That had been a rather stressful last few seconds. But then, he’d always anticipated that this might happen one day. Not necessarily that the Polyjuice Potion would wear off mid-fuck, but that he would be found out in some way. And so he had been ready with a plan in mind in case it ever did happen, hence why he always kept his wand within reach.
As for being discovered went, he literally couldn’t imagine a more pleasant way of being found out. The reaction of Granger’s face as her husband had morphed into him, utterly priceless. It had been the icing on the cake in being able to fuck Granger as himself. That had been the most satisfying part. In fact, he had no idea he would enjoy it that much. But it did now leave him in a bit of a dilemma.
Scooting closer, he looked down at Granger’s face. She had been rendered completely immobile, but her tear-filled eyes were spiting venom at him. Oh yes, she was furious. If looks could kill, he would be dead already. It honestly wouldn’t surprise him if she somehow began performing wandless magic and shot Avada Kedavra at him from out of her eyes.
“You’re angry,” he said plainly, knowing she could hear and understand every word he said just fine, despite her immobility. “I get it. After all, you just found out that you’ve been unknowingly cheating on your husband.” He smirked down at her. “Would you like to know how long this little affair has been going on for? Years, Granger. Years.”
He watched as her eyes widened in shock and horror. The Immobilizing Spell only worked on conscious movement. Involuntary actions and movements, like breathing, blinking, heartbeat, and such, those actions continued to function.
He chuckled at her reaction. “Oh, yes, Granger. You’ve been fucking me for years. Since not even a year after you got married. Ever since your ‘husband’ began coming over during his lunchbreak. That’s been me, every time. We’ve been having sex nearly every single day. A little Polyjuice Potion, a few Memory Charms on Weasley, and we’ve been having a full-blown affair all this time, and you never even knew.”
As he said this, he recalled what she had said to him in the bathtub, and it made him chuckle. “Actually, that’s not true. You did notice a difference. You said it yourself not too long ago, that I was a much better lover whenever I came over during my lunch.”
Her cheeks turned red at that, making him laugh again. It was oh-so satisfying to make her realize that she had confessed that he was a better lover than Weasley. As if to drive the point home, he placed a hand on her breast and began gently stroking up and down her body. She still couldn’t move or speak, but her eyes said it all. Yes, if performing the Killing Curse were possible without a wand, he would be dead right now.
“Out of all the times we’ve done it though, this is the first time I’ve gotten caught,” he continued as he proceeded to run his hand over her body. “I admit, I got careless. I’ll have to be more careful in the future.” He glanced at her face and watched her eyes widen in horror again, causing him to chuckle once more. “Oh yes, Granger. This isn’t over. We’re going to continue to fuck in the future. A quick Memory Charm and this little misshape goes away, and everything goes back to normal. They really should consider making Obliviate the fourth Unforgivable. But that’s not my problem, nor would it stop me. The real question is, what am I going to do with you now?”
He glanced at the clock, seeing that he should have been back at the Ministry nearly fifteen minutes ago. While there was no clocking in and out for their lunchbreaks, employees were trusted to leave and come back on time or else face reprimanding. This still provided them some leeway when it came to coming back late, but fifteen minutes was pushing it. If his tardiness or absence was noticed that is.
But Draco had other plans now. He could just erase Granger’s memory and head out, but he had a much better idea. Getting discovered had been a blunder on his part, but the payout had been great. He’d truly underestimated how much he’d enjoy fucking Granger as himself, and he wanted more of it. And so he wrote up a quick memo, informing his superiors that he was taking the rest of the day off to deal with a family matter.
Once he finished the memo, he tapped it with his wand and sent it off to the Ministry. With that taken care of, he laid down beside Granger, propping himself up on an elbow as he looked down at her with a smirk. “Good news, Granger. I just took the rest of the day off.” He grasped one of her breasts and began kneading it. “That gives us until Weasley comes back to enjoy each other.”
He buried his face in her bosom, nuzzling her breasts. He caressed one while taking hold of the other, latching his mouth over her nipple. He sucked on the bud, teasing it to a point as his fingers fiddled with her other one. Despite the Immobilizing Spell, her body reacted accordingly, her nipples hardening into buds. He grinned around the one in his mouth as he looked up at her blushing face. She couldn’t speak, but her eyes spoke volumes.
Detaching his mouth from her nipple, he moved to lay on top of her, grinding his body against hers. He grasped her face and pressed a kiss to her unmoving lips. He forced her mouth open and slipped his tongue inside, stroking it against hers as he explored her wet cavern. She was naturally unresponsive since she couldn’t move, but it was pleasant all the same. And when he ended the kiss and looked down at her face, she stared up at him with the deepest loathing.
“Want to know something else, Granger?” he said as he smoothed her hair back. “When you were getting out of the tub, I took the opportunity to remove the Contraceptive Charm you placed on yourself.” He watched with immense satisfaction as her eyes yet again widened in horror. “That’s right, my little mudblood. And that wasn’t the first time I’ve done it you. Obviously, you didn’t get pregnant those other times, but maybe we’ll get lucky this time.”
He rubbed his still softened member against her core in an unspoken promise of what was to come before moving in to kiss her again. From there, he proceeded to perform foreplay as he took full advantage of her immobile state. Her inability to move was a drawback, but he maneuvered her how he wanted while stimulating her. He knew where and how to touch her to get the responses he wanted, and even though she couldn’t move, he was still able to get her body to react the way he wanted.
Due to her lack of participation, it took a little longer for him to regain an erection, but once he did, he took full advantage of her not being able to move, rubbing his cock between her breasts and ass cheeks, even shifting her so her head hung over the side of the bed while she remained on her back as he fucked her mouth, forcing his cock as far down her throat as physically possible. And once he was ready, he pushed himself inside her and began rutting away. He knew she was fighting the spell with everything she had, but it was useless. And as the minutes ticked by, when she began to show signs of regaining mobility, he hit her with another Immobulus.
Granger was helpless against it all. Not just the assault on her body, but also her reaction to his stimulation. More than once, he had her cumming around his cock, forced to experience the pleasure he was giving her against her will. All the while, the look in her eyes went back and forth between pure fury and desperate pleading, and at one point, tears began streaming down her cheeks. He ignored her silent protests though until he found his release, spilling himself inside her.
Once he was finished, he rolled off her and stared at the ceiling. He’d found release, and as much as he enjoyed fucking her as himself, he was immensely unsatisfied. Granger had been nothing more than a dead fish, as the saying went. She had just laid there motionless, unable to move, unable to respond, unable to participate. How very dull that had been. It had almost been what screwing a sex doll would be like, or so he imagined since he had never tried before. No, not even that; at least sex dolls could be enchanted so they could perform during the act.
That thought gave him pause, and he glanced at Granger’s still form, contemplating. He considered her for a few moments before glancing at his wand. An idea formed in his head, and a wicked grin crept up his face. Yes, why not? He was planning to Obliterate her before he left anyway. And if he was caught, he’d already be looking at a lifetime in Azkaban, so why shouldn’t he go all out? Weasley wouldn’t be off work for hours, he knew his work schedule, he should take full advantage of his time with Granger.
Snatching up his wand, he pointed it at the immobile witch. “What do you say we liven things up a bit. Imperio!”
At the casting of the Unforgivable, he watched as Granger’s eyes glazed over. It wasn’t the first time he had used this curse, having performed it on one of his schoolmates to have her bring a cursed necklace to Dumbledore. And now, with Granger under his control, he lifted the Immobility Spell.
“Sit up,” he commanded, and watched as Granger pushed herself up into a sitting position, her face blank, her eyes now possessing a slightly foggy look to them.
Draco shifted closer as he ran his eyes up and down her body while considering her current state. He still recalled back in his Fourth Year at Hogwarts to where his Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody, or whatever the person who had been impersonating the former Auror was called, had placed the Imperius Curse on several of the students, including Draco.
He still remembered the sensation, a peaceful bliss that had made him completely susceptible and compliant to Moody’s commands, allowing him to enforce his will upon him. When given an order, Draco hadn’t even thought to disobey. Well, not necessarily. He’d still had his own will and sense of self, but it had been buried deep, unable to reach brain, in a manner of speaking.
It had been like his body had been receiving two orders, one from Moody and one from his real self. Only while Moody’s voice had been right next to him, clear as day, the voice of his real self had been far away, shouting to be herd, but his body had been unable to hear him over Moody’s voice, and so he had obeyed the voice he had been able to make out.
There had also been an alteration in his awareness. Oh, he was aware of everything that was going on around him, but none of it had really registered. Or, no, it’s not that it didn’t register, it was more like none of it mattered, not unless it was related to Moody’s commands, and so nothing else was of any importance. Or, rather, Moody’s orders had taken precipice over anything else. That was the art he was most interested in at the moment.
“Granger, can you hear me?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I can hear you.”
He wanted to roll his eyes. Of course she could hear him; she had to be able to in order heed his commands. “I mean the real you, beyond the Imperius, not just your body. Can that Granger hear me? If so, tell me what you’re thinking.”
Granger’s face remained expressionless as she answered. “Yes, that part of me can hear you too, and I want you to get out of my house and drop dead.”
He almost chuckled at that. Yes, that was the real Granger alright. And she could most definitely hear him. “So tell me, how does it feel to know that you’ve been unknowingly fucking me all this time? That you’ve actually been cheating on your husband for years? Tell me the truth.”
“I hate it. I don’t want to believe it. And I hate you. I want to kill you for what you did.”
Which meant she really meant it too since he had ordered her to tell the truth. While the Imperius Curse couldn’t force certain truths out of a person if there was magic involved, such as if one was a Secret Keeper, it could be used to get the general truth out of people as effectively as Veritaserum. So it really was true then, she actually wanted to kill him. He supposed he couldn’t blame her for that. But this just confirmed that her awareness was indeed intact, even if she couldn’t act upon it, which was what he wanted. Now to move onto more important things.
Shifting closer to her, he reached out and placed a hand on her breast. He kneaded it in a way he knew she liked, running his thumb around her nipple, causing it to bead. “And how does that feel? Can you feel it the same way as always? How do you like it?”
She nodded. “It feels good, the same as always, but I hate that you’re touching me. I don’t want you touching me. It makes me sick that you’re touching me, and I want you to stop.”
He chuckled at that, bringing up his other hand to massage both breasts. “And me? What do you think about me as a whole? Do you think I’m handsome?”
She didn’t so much as twitch under his touch. “I think you’re very attractive, yes, but I hate you. I think you’re a vile person, and I don’t want anything to do with you or have you anywhere near me.”
He nodded. “Yes, I’ll bet. And now that you know it’s been me you’ve been fucking almost every day, what do you think about me as a lover?”
“I think you’re an incredible lover, even though I can’t believe it and hate to admit it.”
Smirking, he leaned down and briefly sucked on her nipple. “Even better than your loser husband?”
“Ron’s good, but you’re better, much better.”
He grinned around her nipple, sucking on it hard before releasing it with a wet pop and taking her other one in his mouth as his fingers took over stimulating the first one. He loved hearing her confirm that he was the better lover, and he knew how much it must destroy her to admit it. Why had it taken him this long to try Imperio on her? How had he not thought of it before?
Once he had her other nipple hardened to a pointed nub, he lifted his head so he was level with her face. Keeping one hand on her breast, he cupped the back of her head with his other one, brushing his lips against hers. If she thought he was a better lover than her idiot husband while he’d had Weasley’s body, she was going to think he was even better with his own.
“Kiss me, Granger,” he ordered.
She did, and he parted his lips to deepen it, but was caught off guard when she kept her mouth sealed shut and merely pressed her puckered lips to his. He’d expected her to kiss him the way she always did, like a lover, but this was the type of kiss you gave a family member or a close friend. It seemed that even though she couldn’t disobey him, Granger was fighting back however she could.
Chuckling in amusement, he pulled back. “Real cute, Granger, but you should know when you’re beat. I can play your game though if you want; it will make this all the sweeter.”
He grasped her chin, looking directly into her clouded gaze. “Hermione Granger, I order you to kiss me and fuck me. I order you to do it like you really want me. Treat me like I’m your real lover. Fuck me as if I were your loser husband. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” she replied.
His smile widened. “I also order you to enjoy it. You’re not allowed to hold back or deny yourself pleasure. You are to actually seek it out and take as much enjoyment out of this as possible. Is that clear?”
“It is.”
He studied her, looking for any sign of the real Granger within her glassy eyes; he knew she was in there. “What do you think about what I’ve just told you? Tell me your real thoughts.”
“I don’t want to do this,” she predictably replied. “Please, don’t make me do this. I’ll kill you if you do.”
Oh, he was sure of that. But then, she would probably do that anyway for what he’d already did, and he gripped her chin even tighter. “This is your fault, Granger. For being so fuckable and being an insufferable know-it-all. You didn’t know your place, so now I need to show it to you. Now then,” he licked her lips, “let’s retry that kiss, and then we’re going to give each other the fucking of a lifetime.”
He pulled her in, smashing his lips to hers. This time, she responded the way he wanted, opening her mouth to deepen the kiss and engaging her own tongue with his. Her hands came up to clasp his face as she fully participated in the kiss.
They made out for a minute or two, snogging like two horny teenagers. And even though he had cum just a few minutes ago, he was already beginning to grow hard under the prospect of truly fucking Granger as himself.
Pulling back, he ended the kiss and looked down into her flushed face, both of them panting. “Are you ready for me, Granger? You’re about to knowingly cheat on your husband this time, and you’re going to enjoy every second of it.”
“No, stop, I don’t want to.”
His eyebrows rose. That’s right, he’d told her that she had to act and perform as if she wanted him, but then he had told her to give him an honest answer. “No more talk of refusal. From now on, I only want to hear how much you want me and genuine, honest signs of pleasure from you, even if your mind doesn’t want it. Got it?”
“Yes, Malfoy.”
“And call me Draco. Also, I want to hear you say my name when you’re cumming, along with how much you’re enjoying this. Understood?”
“Yes, Draco.”
“Good. Now, one more thing before we get started. Take off your ring. Throw it on the floor like the cheap garbage it is.”
He then watched with immense satisfaction as Granger twisted off her wedding ring and then threw it down, and it bounced across the floor, leaving her finger as bare as she was.
He nodded. “Good. Now then, let’s get started.”
Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he moved in to kiss her and their lips met. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck as she kissed him just as enthusiastically as before. He pulled her closer and she went willingly, showing no sign of resistance or reluctance, though he could only imagine how much the inner Granger must have been screaming and fighting.
She was helpless before his spell though as she carried out his orders. She shifted closer and threw a leg over him, moving to sit in his lap. Their lips never broke contact, save to take quick inhales of air, as they held each other closely. With Granger fully participating in their foreplay, he was fully erect in no time, and his cock lay trapped between his stomach and her groin.
Not only was she helpless to his command to fully participate, she was also forced to take enjoyment out of it, and she rubbed herself against his erection, coating his cock in the wetness her body naturally produced as a result of the stimulation to her body. She proceeded to grind against him as their tongues danced together, and Draco slowly laid back down on the bed, taking Granger with him. She laid on top of him, gripping his shoulders as they snogged until a loud gasp escaped her as she proceeded to rub herself against him, her eyes closed in bliss.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside her, now, as himself, not in Weasley’s body. And he wanted her to be the one to do it. Imperiused or not, he wanted her to be the one to take him inside herself while he was himself.
“Put me in you, Granger,” he ordered. “Do it yourself. Take me deep inside you and ride me until you cum.”
She obeyed, rising up to sit astride him. Without hesitation, she gripped his cock, lifted herself up, and sank down on him with a breathy exhale. It was even better than he imagined. Getting to fuck Granger as himself rather than as Weasley, so much better. And then she began riding him, just as he ordered. Moans and gasps of pleasure escaped her as she rode him just as enthusiastically as she did when she thought he was still her husband.
It was pure heaven, even better than before. With his own cock, he was able to penetrate her even deeper, stretch her more, touch places inside her that he hadn’t been able to before. One of his hands came up to grip her hip, guiding her movements as they fucked, and his other hand explored her body, caressing along her legs, torso, and breasts. She kept riding him for the next several minutes, her hands exploring him as well, and occasionally leaning down so they could kiss for a time.
“Can you feel me, Granger?” he grunted out beneath her. “Can you feel how deep I am inside you?”
Her eyes were closed in bliss as she rode him, her nails digging into his chest. “I can feel it. God, I can I feel you so deep.”
He grinned at her response. He hadn’t made her say that, he’d merely ordered her to give him an honest response. “How does it feel?” he asked. “Tell me how it feels. Describe it to me. Give me details.”
Her head rolled around on her shoulders in pleasure, her face contorting into a strained look from it. “I feel so full. It’s amazing. It feels so damn good. Oh, God, I can’t believe how good this feels. I’ve never felt so full. You’re so deep inside me. You’re actually touching my womb. I can feel it. It feels so hot. I can feel you throbbing. You feel so good. It’s incredible.”
He chuckled beneath her as he brought his hand to her center and began massaging her clit, making her whole body tense up briefly before she resumed riding him. He went back to gripping her hips as he rocked her hips against his in time with her movements, pleasuring them both. This went on for some time until she finally cried out loudly and began shaking all over as an orgasm tore through her, and she called out his name in pure bliss as he had commanded. Draco very nearly lost it hearing his name on her lips while she was lost in ecstasy.
It didn’t end there. Upon collapsing on top of him, he rolled them over and began thrusting into her, quickly reigniting her passion, and they fell into another pleasurable session as she responded to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs locked around his waist, bringing them as close as possible as their mouths sealed together, their tongues mimicking their lower bodies’ actions.
“Talk to me, Granger,” he groaned into her neck. “Talk dirty to me.”
He knew she wasn’t one to use profanity or make lewd remarks, but at his command, she obeyed. “Fuck me, Malfoy. Fuck me hard. Give it to me. Pound my pussy good. Give this mudblood what she wants. Fuck the shit out of me.”
Her words spurred him on, and Draco ruthlessly fucked her into the mattress. It wasn’t long before he had her cumming again, screaming out his name once more as she clawed at his back. He didn’t let up though, not until he found his own release and collapsed on top of her.
And yet not even that was the end of it. He knew Weasley’s work schedule, he knew the hours of the joke shop, and he made full use of the time he had with Granger, fucking her nearly non-stop for hours in a variety of positions and places, bringing her to orgasm again and again. And whenever he found his own release, it was ten times better than the ones he found when pretending to be Weasley.
“Tell me, Granger,” he said as he fucked her from behind doggie-style. “Now that you know what it’s really like doing it with me, who’s the better lover, me or Weasley?”
“You,” she was forced to admit. “You’re so much better.”
He grinned before giving her ass a light smack. “Do you enjoy having sex with me? Do you like fucking me more than your husband?”
“No, I hate it. I hate that you’re making me do this, and I hate how I’m enjoying it. I don’t want to enjoy it. I don’t want to have sex with you. I only want Ron.”
He realized his mistake and rolled his eyes. Of course that would be her honest answer. She hated him, she made that perfectly clear to him, and she didn’t want to have sex with him. So, honestly, in that sense, she wouldn’t enjoy having sex with him, regardless of how pleasurable it was. Thus, she had answered honestly. She was still fighting the curse however she could; he had to admire that.
Leaning over her so he was mounting her, he reached around her and grabbed her breast as he spoke in her ear. “Ok, let’s try it this way. Physically, do you enjoy having sex with me? As in regards to how good it feels compared to sex with Weasley.”
“I love it. You feel so good in me. Even better than Ron.”
He grinned. That was the honest response he was looking for. And he rewarded her forced honesty by fucking her even harder until her arms gave out and she fell forward on the bed as she cried out her release. He didn’t so much as miss a beat though as he continued pounding away into her.
When the time got close to when he knew Weasley would be getting off work soon, he decided they should clean up, and they both ended up in the shower again. He had Granger wash him as he did the same to her, the act arousing him once more, and he pulled her to him, rubbing their slippery, soapy bodies together before pushing her up against the wall and fucking her against it. And after sending her into another screaming orgasm, they sank to the floor where he had her ride him until he found his own release as the hot water washed away all the suds.
Knowing the hours of operation of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, he cut it as close as he dared, and so they both exited the shower. They dried off and got dressed before, with a wave of his wand, he cleaned up the mess they had made throughout the room. He then turned back to Granger as she stood obediently in the room, waiting for further instructions.
“Go sit on the bed, Granger,” he ordered, and watched as she obeyed. He then walked up to her and smirked down at her. “Today sure was fun, but you know that I’m going to have to Obliviate you, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, I figured you would.”
Reaching out, he stroked her hair. “Don’t worry though, I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time as always, and we’ll fuck again. How’s that sound? Do you like the idea of fucking me pretty much every day?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
He chuckled. “Well, you might not like it, but your body certainly does. Which reminds me, how do you feel about the fact that I lifted the Contraceptive Charm from you? Do you like the idea of getting pregnant with my child?”
He knew what her answer would be before she gave it. “Oh, God, please no. I’d rather die.”
He pretended to look offended. “Harsh, Granger. You should feel honored that I’d be willing to breed with a mudblood like you. But then, you never did know what was good for you.” He traced her lips with his thumb. “Well, if you’re not pregnant yet, we can try again tomorrow. We’ll get there soon enough. For now…”
He leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back, still under his command to treat him like a real lover. They snogged for a short while before the alarm he had set went off, signaling that Weasley was approaching, letting him know that it was time for him to take his leave. So he ended their kiss and smirked at her.
“Guess that’s it for today,” he told her. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Until then, Stupify!”
He hit her with a stunner and she toppled over onto the bed. He then lifted the Imperius Curse from her before casting Obliviate on her, erasing her memories of their lengthy fuck session before he placed another Memory Charm on her, making up a new memory of how she had spent her day after he had invaded her home. With that done, he revived her, quickly Disapparating before she came to.
Back at Malfoy Manor, he made his way up to his room, intending to take a much-needed nap. He was actually rather exhausted after having spent the past several hours fucking the brains out of Little Miss Bookworm, but Merlin’s beard, it had been so worth it. And he had gotten away with it scot-free. What more, he now had a whole new world of delights open to him, and he fully intended to take advantage of this discovery.
As much fun as it had been deceiving Granger by tricking her into fucking him while he was disguised as Weasley, it was so much sweeter screwing her as himself. It was also even sweeter to have her know that she was fucking him, and that she was helpless not to, even if he did have to erase it from her memory. This sparked his new ambition, and he began making preparations for the new way he would be spending his lunchbreaks.
The very next day, he found himself making his way towards Weasley and Granger’s apartment again. Once more, he was disguised as the redheaded idiot, but that was just to get inside. And once he managed that, he began his standard practice of making his way through the apartment as he sought out Granger.
He found her where he usually did, sitting on the couch with a book in her hands, likely for her studies. She looked up and smiled at him as he entered the room. He smiled back and pointed his wand at her, watching as her brow furrowed in confusion before he cast the Imperius Curse on her.
“Come to me, Granger,” he said, and she closed her book, got up, and walked over to him, probably confused as to why her husband had just used an Unforgivable on her.
With anticipation coiling in his stomach, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. Uncorking it, he lifted it over his head and poured its contents on himself. As the clear liquid trickled down his face, the effects of the Polyjuice Potion was canceled out as the enchanted water, the same kind used in the Thief’s Downfall at Gringotts, changed his appearance back to normal. And once he was himself again, he lifted the Memory Charm from her.
He wished he could have seen the look of shock and horror on her throughout all this, but the Imperius Curse kept her face completely blank. He knew, however, that behind those glazed over eyes of hers that a great many emotions were going on inside her head. It would have been so amusing to see the genuine look on her face as he changed back to normal, or better yet, when he restored her memories from the previous day.
“Do you remember yesterday, Granger?” he asked, wanting to make sure she had all her memories.
She nodded to him. “Yes, I remember everything now.”
He grinned. “Good. So, are you ready for a repeat?”
She furiously shook her head. “No, I want you out of my house and in Azkaban where you belong.”
He tutted. “Is that any way to talk to your lover after he gave you so much pleasure?”
“You’re not my lover,” she replied. “You’re a filthy rapist.”
He wobbled his head. “That was a rhetorical question. And isn’t rapist a little harsh? You were quite willing, and you sure came an awful lot.”
“You forced me to. And making me orgasm doesn’t change the fact that you still raped me.”
In response, he reached out, tracing his finger over her lips. “Well, you better get used to it, Granger, because this is going to become a regular occurrence. Now, take me to the bedroom. You lead me there.”
She complied, reaching for his hand before making her way to the bedroom as she gently pulled him along. He already knew the way of course; he knew the whole layout of the apartment, having already fucked her in every room a number of times on every surface over the years. However, there was an erotic delight in having her take charge, especially against her will.
They walked into the bedroom, coming to a stop in front of the bed, and Granger turned to him. He just smiled at her as his eyes ran up and down her body, eager to see her out of her clothes.
“Same rules as yesterday,” he told her. “I expect you to fuck me as if I were your husband, and you’re to make sure we both get as much pleasure out of this as possible.” He grinned mischievously. “But first, I want you to strip for me. Dance for me while you do. Make it sexy.”
Like a genie, his wish was her command. He watched as she began swaying in place, as if to dance as her hands came up to begin undressing. He helped her out a bit by waving his wand, and music began to play on the air for her to dance to. His eyes remained fixated on her the whole time as she sexily stripped off each layer of clothing while dancing. And even when her last article of clothing was removed, she kept up her erotic dance.
“I think I’ll let you keep your ring on this time,” he said, getting just as much of a thrill at the idea of her wearing it as he did at her discarding it. “Now, come here.”
She came, still moving to the music. And when she was right in front of him, she began dancing against him, as if she really were an erotic dancer trying to get a rise out of him. And she was most successful in that.
“Stop,” he ordered, and she ceased her dancing. “Before we get started, I have something for you.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask that he handed to her. She took it without question, but made no move to do anything with it. He would rectify that soon enough, He just really wished he could see the look that would have appeared on her face if she could express herself once he told her what it was.
“Any guesses as to what’s in there?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t want to think about it.”
He let out a snort of laughter. “Well, let me enlighten you. That, Granger, is a fertility potion.” He looked her straight in the eye. “Drink it.”
She moved to obey. Curiously though, she was very slow about it, and the flask brushed against her lips several times before she actually started to drink it, and she was even slow in doing that. She must have been fighting the curse with everything she had to stop herself, but it was futile, and she gulped down the flask’s contents.
While fertility potions didn’t guarantee pregnancy, they did cause the woman who drank them to ovulate. He now planned on having her drink these every day until he got her pregnant. And best of all, if she and Weasley did have sex later today, since he knew that they didn’t want children yet, he knew that they would be using the Contraceptive Charm. Meaning that if she did get pregnant, it would guarantee that the child was his.
Once she was knocked up, there was no fear of the Contraceptive Charm doing anything to the child, as the spell merely prevented conception. It didn’t do anything if the damage was already done, and he planned to have his seed take root before the spell was cast upon her later if she and Weasley decided that they were in the mood.
“You will be drinking one of these every time we have sex until I’m sure you’re pregnant,” he told her. “You’ll have a little Malfoy growing inside you soon enough. What do you think about that? Of us being parents?”
“I hate it.”
He practically rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure you do. Now get over here and undress me.”
She obliged, stripping him of his clothes. He was fully erect by the time she finished, and as the last of his clothes were discarded, he reached for her and pulled her towards him. He brought her flush against him, his erection trapped between them, her breasts pressing against his chest. His hands slid around her waist to grip her rear, and her hands mimicked his, clasping his ass-cheeks. Their faces were inches apart, and Draco smirked as he pulled her lower body into his while grinding against her.
Granger’s eyes fluttered in delight as she once again copied him, pulling him against her. They ground their nether regions together, and sparks of pleasure ran through Draco from the sensation. Granger was bound by his command to treat him as her lover and to take pleasure in what they were doing, and she acted accordingly, letting out little breathy gasps as they rubbed against each other. Her lips were slightly parted and looking so inviting, and he accepted the invitation by lowering his head and claiming her lips.
They made out heavily, lips and tongues moving together as they grinded against each other, gripping each other’s rears. Draco humped against her for a short while, then grasped her waist enough to lift her up and drive his hips forward before setting her back down so his cock was nestled between her thighs. With his length now firmly tucked against her nether-lips, he resumed his humping and grinding against her. She participated by squeezing her thighs together as she pulled him into her, moaning into his mouth as they moved.
Soon enough, Draco began to feel the wetness that had gathered between her legs as his cock slid along her slit. The length of his cock became coated in her slick fluids as it rubbed against her, her labia parting to allow him to glide through her folds. He kept this up until she was practically dripping before breaking the kiss and lowering his head to her breasts. He seized both of them, latching his mouth onto one while grasping the other. Granger let out a pleasured groan as she arched against him.
He swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking at it hard as she hugged his head against her bosom, only letting him pull away enough to switch sides and give her other breast equal treatment. As he did so, he allowed one of his hands to travel lower between her legs. He cupped her mound and began running his fingers through her folds, spreading her wetness further. Parting her labia, he inserted a finger inside, finding her completely soaked for him, and he began shoving his finger in and out of her.
Detaching his mouth from her breast, he looked up at Granger’s face. Her head was tilted back with her eyes closed and her mouth open in bliss. The sight made him smirk, and he couldn’t resist teasing her. “How’s that feel, Granger? Are you enjoying my touch?”
“It feels incredible,” she gasped out breathlessly.
He chuckled, fully enjoying making her admit that. “And how does it feel knowing that I’m preparing you for my cock? That you’re going to cheat on your husband? Again.”
“Hate it. Don’t want to.”
Another chuckle; of course she didn’t. “But you know you’re going to enjoy it all the same, right? Even more than with your husband. Whether you want to or not.”
“Yes,” she practically hissed in pleasure. “That’s the worst part.”
“Is it now?” He inserted a second finger, thrusting them in and out of her. “I know your body so well, Granger. I know where to touch you and how. For instance, I know your G-spot is right… here.”
He felt around where he knew her secret location was, and when he came in contact with it, she jerked and let out a loud gasp. Her reaction made him chuckle as he focused his touch on the area, and one of her hands grasped his wrist while the other clutched his shoulder.
“Yes, you like that, don’t you?” he said with a smirk. “My little mudblood whore.”
“Yes,” Granger exclaimed, “it feels so good.”
That made him chuckle again. The question had been rhetorical, but he supposed the Imperius Curse didn’t know that; she was just meant to respond honestly. That was what made this so sweet, that no matter how much she may not want to, he wasn’t allowing her to hide her responses to him. He wanted more though, and so he removed his fingers from her and got down on his knees.
“Spread your legs for me, Granger,” he told her, placing his hands on her thighs. “I’m going to taste you.”
She did so, and he moved in, placing his mouth over her. Her flavor exploded onto his tongue as he licked up her slit. Granger threw her head back and let out a cry if pleasure, and Draco had to hold back a grin as he licked up and down her wet entrance. He felt her hands tangle in his hair, gripping his blonde locks as she practically shoved his face into her. Within seconds, he had her panting and moaning as he feasted on her.
Shifting closer, he took hold of her leg and threw it over his shoulder. He spread her wider with his fingers as he continued to torment her, swirling his tongue in and around her nether-lips. He looked up at her face as he pleasured her, but her head was turned upright to the ceiling as she continued to emit sounds of delight.
He briefly pulled his mouth away from her. “Look at me, Granger. Keep your eyes on me.”
She opened her eyes and looked down at him. Draco looked right up at her as he began flicking his tongue over her clit before sealing his mouth over her dripping slit. Her mouth hung open as pleasured whimpers escaped her, forced to keep her eyes on him as he orally stimulated her. He stuck his tongue inside her, probing her as deep as he could, and her grip on his hair tightened to almost painful levels as her voice grew louder.
“Do you like that, Granger?” he asked.
She nodded rapidly. “Yes, your mouth is amazing.”
He snickered. “Do you want more?”
This time, she shook her head. “No, I want you to stop.”
That made him roll his eyes, but he was still smiling as he realized his mistake. “I should have specified. Does your body want more?”
“Yes, I need more.”
He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “If you say so,” he replied before sealing his mouth over her again.
He kept up the stimulation until Granger cried out loudly and began jerking violently. Her hands on his head practically smashed his face into her crotch, burying his nose in her curls as she humped against his mouth. He continued with his tongue action as he drank up her fluids, pleased to see that even in the throes of her orgasm that she kept her eyes on him, as per his order.
Once her spasms had stopped and she appeared to be able to stand on her own, he removed her leg from his shoulder and stood up. Still bound by his command to treat him as her lover, she immediately reached for his face and pulled him in to begin aggressively snogging him. And as they proceeded to make out, he turned them so her back was to the bed and then began walking her backwards until the back of her legs bumped into it. He then broke the kiss and scooped her up bridal style before tossing her to land in the middle of the bed.
He’d had enough foreplay, now it was time for the main event. Granger scooted further up onto the need as he crawled up after her, blanketing her with his body. She opened her legs to him in invitation, as he settled on top of her so she was cradling him between her thighs. He leaned down and kissed her hard before lifting up and looking down the length of their bodies.
He rubbed himself along her slit for a short while before reaching down and taking hold of himself as he lined up his cock with her entrance. He inserted the head and heard an inhale from Granger as he did so, and returned his attention to her. She was watching him intently, her hands locked around his neck in waiting, and he smirked.
“Tell me you want me,” he told her. “Beg me for it.”
“Take me, Draco,” she said breathlessly. “I want you so much. Take me, please.”
He chuckled. “Very good. Now, tell me to fuck you. I want to hear those words.”
“Fuck me, Draco. Please, fuck me.”
Satisfied, he held himself above her, poised to enter. “As you wish.”
He pushed inside her and Granger’s back arched as she cried out, her hands releasing from where they were locked at the nap of his neck to gripping his shoulders. Draco let out his own pleasured groan as he held himself buried as deep as possible. He looked down into Granger’s face as she squirmed underneath him, her mouth agape and her eyes fluttering.
“I’m in you now,” he told her. “How do I feel?”
“Incredible,” she gasped out. “So good.”
Smirking, he leaned down and began kissing along her neck. “Say my name, Granger. Tell me who’s inside you. I want you to know who’s fucking you, who you’re fucking.”
“Malfoy,” she exclaimed. “Draco Malfoy is inside me. Draco Malfoy is fucking me.”
He chuckled at how literal she had obeyed his orders as he continued kissing her throat. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
“I’m wondering why you’re doing this to me. Why you’re forcing me to do this.”
Her inquisition surprised him, but he supposed her thoughts were warranted, and he lifted himself up and looked down at her as he began rocking his hips into hers. She met each of his thrusts, lifting her hips as he pushed into her and squeezing her inner muscles as he pulled back.
“Because as much as I hate to admit it,” he grumbled, “you’re one sexy piece of ass, Granger, and an incredible lay. The best I’ve ever had actually. Weasley really doesn’t deserve you, even if you are a mudblood. This is where you belong though, underneath me, both figurately and literally. Does that answer your question?”
Her breathing was heavy now as she spoke once again. “I mean why are you forcing me to enjoy this? Why can’t you just rape me and leave it at that?”
In answer, he grasped her face and gave her a heated kiss as he looked right into her eyes. “Because I enjoy forcing you to enjoy it. It makes it so much better knowing how much you hate this, but are still forced to enjoy it. Merlin, how it gets me off. But even on a physical level, the more you enjoy this, the more I enjoy it. Feeling you cum around my cock is pure heaven. And having you participate makes it better since you’re touching me too.”
With that said, he slammed his lips against hers, forcing her mouth open and inserting his tongue to engage with hers. She moaned into his mouth as her hands moved down to his rear, gripping his ass-cheeks as she pulled him into her with every thrust. Their aggressive rocking caused the whole bed to groan as Draco kept up the kiss until the need for air forced him to pull away from her.
“See how much better it is for us both when we both enjoy it,” he told her with a grin. “So now that we’ve established that, let’s really get to it. Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight.”
She did so, her hands leaving his rear to wrap around his neck, hugging him to her. He hooked his arms beneath hers as well, gripping her shoulders for leverage.
“And now your legs,” he ordered. “Wrap them around my waist.”
A moment later, he felt her comply as her shapely legs snaked around his waist, keeping all of her in contact with all of him. Then he really began thrusting away, burying his face in her neck as he fucked her. Granger panted heavily in his ear, letting out moans and cries as they aggressively went at it. Her nails dug into his shoulders, but he relished the pain as he furiously pounded away at her.
“Oh God!” Granger exclaimed, helpless to hold back her body’s desires thanks to his command. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh my Goooood!”
Draco smirked against her neck at her reaction. “You really seem to be enjoying yourself, Granger. Tell me to fuck you harder.”
“Harder!” she instantly cried. “Fuck me harder, Draco!”
He did so. “Good. Now tell me what I can do to make it even better for you.”
She did. She had no choice but to, and he gave her what she asked for, touching her where and how she was forced to ask, and it wasn’t long before he had her spiraling into another orgasm. He highly enjoyed having her voice her desires, especially when he knew how much she didn’t want to. And as he had her thrashing about in climax, he lifted himself up to sit on his knees and gripping her hips, pushing and pulling her against him as she twisted the sheets in her grip.
“See that, Granger,” he told her. “Getting you to climax when I know you don’t want to is so damn hot. How can I not enjoy it?”
She didn’t answer as her orgasm continued to wrack her body until she finally collapsed, her skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Once she recovered though, she pushed herself upright, balancing in her arms behind her. Draco shifted his position, pushing his legs out straight from under him so he was sitting on the bed, one of Granger’s bent legs on either side of him.
He kept his hands on her hips as he rocked her against him. Granger pushed against him as they rocked, her breathing now heavier, but more steady. They rocked like that for a time until Draco’s gaze drifted lower to her breasts as they swayed in time with their movements. He reached up and grabbed one, squeezing and rolling it around as they moved together, and Granger’s head began twisting and turning on her shoulders as her breathing increased.
Draco’s eyes moved lower still to where they were joined. Releasing her breast, he let his hand drift lower to her pleasure center, and he began rubbing his thumb over her clit. Granger’s head fell back as she cried out, and one of her hands flew forward to grasp his shoulder. She shifted closer, bringing her legs down to rest her knees on the bed, and began moving against him more aggressively. She used her hold on his shoulder to help pull herself forward while pushing off the bed with the other hand, and Draco moved his hand on her hip to her lower back to aid her movements as he continued to rub her clit.
When her next orgasm hit, her whole body jerked upright and she tensed up. A moment later, a series of shivers began going through her, practically turning her into a giant vibrator that was fit snuggly over his cock. He locked his hands together behind her lower back to keep her pressed against him as he let her orgasm run its course. And when it came to an end, she practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and locking her heels together behind him as she sat in his lap.
Her breasts now flattened against his chest as she panted heavily, resting her chin on his shoulder. Draco’s arms wrapped around her back, hugging her to him as he turned his head and licked a trail from her neck up to her chin as her head fell back in delight as he tasted her skin. Then she locked eyes with him once more before she began moving on him. He moved with her, and they fell into sync as they found a new rhythm.
On and on they went, wrapped in a passionate embrace until Draco began to feel the telltale signs from his body that he would be cumming soon. He brought his hands down, gripping her rear, pushing and pulling her against him as they moved together, her heels digging into his lower back in time with their movements. He leaned in and kissed her, and when it came to an end, he kept his face close to hers.
“I’m going to cum soon, Granger,” he told her, whispering against her lips. “Cum deep inside you. And you’ve taken a fertility potion, so you’re very likely going to get pregnant.”
He was surprised, but talking to her like this, it was really turning him on, and it made him wonder if he had a bit of a breeding kink. It might seem hypocritical of him, to intend to breed with a mudblood based on his family’s belief in pure-blood supremacy, but his options were rather limited. Other pure-bloods who also believed in pure-blood supremacy shunned the Malfoys for turning their backs on the Dark Lord during the final battle at Hogwarts, thus considering his family traitors to the cause, while those who didn’t share his family’s beliefs still shunned them for their time as Voldemort’s supporters.
This basically left his possible options for an heir to lie in breeding with either a half-blood or a mudblood; a muggle was simply out of the question. Both options had tainted bloodlines, and while one was definitely more tainted than the other, the benefits of having his child gain the status the Weasley family currently had would make up for it. That and he got off to the thought of having Granger breed with him, especially knowing how much she would be opposed to it and how much of a middle finger it would be to Weasley.
“Do you want to get pregnant, Granger?” he taunted. “Do you want to have my child?”
“No,” she answered honestly, even as her body was forced to perform the act that would make it so. “I don’t want this. Not with you. Never with you.”
He chuckled against her lips, giving her a quick kiss. “That’s such a shame, because it’s going to happen. You’re going to have my child, Granger. You’ll feel it growing deep inside you, and you’re going to love it, thinking it’s Weasley’s. What do you say to that?”
“Please, no. I’m begging you.”
He grinned. “Good, I like it when you beg. It teaches you your place. Now I want you to beg me to make you pregnant. Encourage me to knock you up. Tell me how much you want this. Tell me to give you my child.”
Her face seemed to twist in agony, as if she were trying to fight against being forced to say the words. “Cum in me, Draco. Please, I want you to. Cum deep inside me and get me pregnant. Give me a baby. I want your child. Please, make me a mother.”
Merlin’s beard, maybe he really did have a breeding kink. Her words aroused him a lot more than he thought they would, and he began rocking her against him even faster. “Oh, I plan to. And I’m going to make sure you get off to it when I do. Are you close, Granger? Are you?”
He knew she was by the way she was fucking him, but he wanted to hear her say it, and her nails dug into his back and her hips moved against him more furiously as she did. “Yes, I am. So close. I need to feel it. Oh God!”
“Do it, Granger. I’ll wait for you. Cum for me.”
“I’m going to. I’m almost there. Almost… there… Oh my God… Ahh!”
She clung to him tightly as her back arched. At the feel of her cumming. Draco stopped holding back, and after a few more rocking motions, he was erupting inside her, cumming harder than he had ever cum before. Granger’s cry grew even louder as her back arched further and she shoved her hips into his. Her legs remained locked around him as she leaned back, held up only by his hands on her rear and her fingers interlocked at the nap of his neck.
When both their climaxes came to an end, they collapsed against each other, holding the other tightly. Draco made sure to remain buried inside her to prevent any of his seed from escaping her womb as he shifted their positions slightly before collapsing back on the bed with his head on the pillow. He pulled Granger down with him, still holding her close as he felt her still racing heart and labored breathing against him as he held her sweaty body to his. She continued to follow through with his command to treat him like a real lover by cuddling him, pressing kisses to his chest and drawing patterns with her finger.
After taking two or three minutes to recover, Draco lifted his head to look at the time. He saw that he and Granger had been going at it for about forty minutes. He could fit in another quick fuck session before he had to head back; he didn’t really care if he ended up being late. Now that he was no longer worried about his identity being discovered, he didn’t have to limit himself to an hour exactly.
Resting back against the pillow, he gave Granger another minute or two to recover, then he ordered her to work on getting him hard again. He had her start off by making her trail kisses all over his body, having her drag her breasts over him as she did so. And when his cock began to respond, he had her take him in her mouth and suck him until he returned to full hardness. And once he was fully erect, he laid back with his hands behind his head and ordered her to ride him.
There was no choice in the matter, and soon she had impaled herself on him and began riding him. Sounds of pleasure came from them both as she sat on him in a squatting position, furiously thrusting her hips at him. Draco took full advantage of his control over her, including having her say dirty and obscene things; it was always rather amusing to hear such profanity fall from Little Miss Perfect’s lips. He had her give honest responses to how good sex with him felt, to say how much better in bed he was than her husband.
He made her tell him what she wanted, of where and when to touch her and specifically how. Of how good he felt inside her in detail and describe the reactions of her body to him, of how much she enjoyed sex with him even more than with Weasley, of how it felt to cheat on her husband with him; that last one was accompanied by a death threat from her with her response.
He took great delight in speaking of what would be her inevitable pregnancy, of how she would feel in getting knocked up by him. Her honest response to this were always objections, which only amused him. He learned to better control her speech, to get her to say how eager she was for him to impregnate her, for her to beg him to do it.
“Got any names in mind for our child?” he asked as she leaned over him with her arms on either side of his head.
Granger was panting heavily as her hips rose and fell on him, her breasts grazing his chest with every movement. “I like… Rose if it’s a girl… and Hugo… if it’s a boy…”
He grinned at her as she breathlessly rode him. “Maybe we can aim for both. We’ll certainly have enough opportunities to try. Hopefully they’ll take more after you though, otherwise Weasley might get suspicious.”
She hadn’t answered as she worked herself into another climax. But her torment didn’t end there, as he continued to discuss their hypothetical children with her, asking her what she thought they would look like, what her hopes would be for their future, all while having her maintain control of their sex.
Minutes of intense fucking continued to tick by. Draco knew he would end up being late getting back to the Ministry, but he didn’t care, not until he felt the familiar sensation of his balls getting ready to erupt. He strained against his approaching orgasm as he ordered Granger to touch herself to hurry her along to her next climax so he could time his with hers. He ordered her to tell him when she was close, and a few minutes later, she announced her incoming orgasm.
“Good,” he grunted out. “I’m almost there too. Fuck yourself on me, Granger. You do it on your own. Make yourself pregnant.”
Granger was now straddling him on her knees, gripping the headboard as she frantically thrusted her hips against his, working herself up into a frenzy. She no longer seemed capable of speech, even at his command, as a stream of incoherent babble and sounds of pleasure escaped her. Then she let out one long continuous cry as she thrusted against him one final time before arching her back and pushing her hips as hard as she could against his to get him as deep as possible. Draco was cumming right along with her, unable to hold back any longer at the feel of her climax.
“Nooooo…” Granger whimpered at the feel of him cumming. Draco was impressed, she must have a strong will to be able to resist the Imperius Curse even this much, but it wasn’t enough to break it or disobey.
“Yes,” he hissed in response. “I’m doing it. I’m cumming inside you, Granger. Deep inside you. I’m making you pregnant. You’re going to get pregnant with a Malfoy. Can you feel it? Can you feel my cum inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasped out. “I can feel it inside me.”
When her orgasm ended, Granger’s hold on the headboard was released as her limbs went slack and she dropped down on top of him, panting heavily. There was no time for cuddling though, there rarely was in light of how long their fuck sessions lasted. And so, once he recovered, he eased Granger off him and took up his wand.
There was no time for a shower, so he settled for a quick Scourgify for both himself and Granger to clean up. He then got dressed and had her get dressed too, quickly tidying up the mess they had made. Then he ordered her to return to the couch where he had found her before flashing her a grin.
“Well, this was fun, Granger, but duty calls,” he told her as he casually twirled around his wand. “I’ll be back tomorrow for a repeat, and the day after that, and the day after… Well, no, that would be the weekend; no work, so no lunchbreak. But I’ll be back Monday for some more fun. It’s just a shame you won’t remember any of this. Any thoughts on that?”
“I hate you,” she growled in response to his question.
He chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure you do. Stupefy!”
She fell back against the couch, unconscious. From there, it was a repeat of yesterday, where he placed the Memory Charm on her once more, modifying it slightly to include the events of today and planting false memories in their place. He then lifted the Imperius Curse, revived her, and Disapparated before she woke.
And so began his new daily routine. And it was even better than before. No longer did he need to be bothered with his Weasley disguise the entire time. Once he got inside and placed the Imperius Curse on Granger, he would lift the effects of the Polyjuice Potion, lift the Memory Charm he’d placed on her, and then the two of them would fuck like rabbits until he had to go back to work. It was so much better getting to fuck Granger as himself, and the Imperius Curse ensured that she thoroughly fucked his brains out as well.
He knew that behind her glazed eyes that she hated every minute of it, no matter how many times he made her cum during their fuck sessions. But there was nothing she could do about it. She was a prisoner in her own body, trapped inside her own mind, forced to repeatedly fuck him and to unwillingly enjoy all the pleasures that came with it.
Usually they were fucking each other raw, but there were times where Draco kept things slow and sensual, a mimicry of making love. He knew Granger especially hated this gentler sex, he’d asked her as much, as it made her feel like she was betraying her husband even more than she was already being forced to. Fortunately for her, as pleasant as slow sex was, he usually preferred a good, hard fucking to slow love making. And due to her no longer having a choice, he was finally able to take her anal virginity. She enjoyed it though, admitting as much after he asked, and so he would somewhat regularly work in a good anal fucking every so often.
Ever since that first time, he now had her drink a fertility potion before they had sex, and he was also sure to lift any possible Contraceptive Charms she may still have in place in case she and Weasley had decided to bump uglies the previous night and the spell was still in effect. He was determined to get her with child as soon as possible, and for all he knew, she was already pregnant, but it was better to be sure.
He got the confirmation though just two months after he started making her take the potion. Upon entering the Ministry one day, he found that Weasley had decided to graze his former coworkers with his presence to announce the good news that he was going to be a father. Upon hearing this, Draco had almost wanted to roar with triumph. He’d done it, he’d officially knocked up Weasley’s wife.
He got further confirmation on this when he overheard one of his coworkers say to Weasley, “Congrats, mate. But I thought the two of you wanted to wait a little longer before having kids.”
Weasley had just shrugged. “Yeah, well, no contraceptive is completely affective one hundred percent of the time. We’ll make it work though.”
It took everything Draco had not to burst out laughing, but he managed to hold himself back. And while Weasley celebrated with his former colleagues, Draco impatiently waited with great anticipation for his lunchbreak, then immediately headed out to have his own private celebration with Granger.
After his standard process of Imperio, removing his disguise, and restoring Granger’s memories, he couldn’t resist hearing her thoughts on the matter. With her memory restored, she would suddenly realize that the child she was now pregnant with was his, not Weasley’s, and he just had to hear what she had to say about that, and so asked for her honest response.
She was so horrified and angry that words were practically beyond her. “You… You… bastard… You fucking bastard!”
Though her reaction had been predictable, it was also amusing. And once he had his laugh, he spent the rest of his lunchbreak making her scream in ecstasy before wiping her memory once more and going about his day, eager for a repeat tomorrow.
But once tomorrow came, he was disappointed to find that Granger had gone to visit her parents to inform them that they were going to be grandparents. So Draco went with his backup option by paying Potter’s wife a visit instead, retaining his disguise as Weasley rather than change himself into Potter. And with his new methods, he had her Imperiused in no time and was soon fucking her brains out in Potter’s bed.
He opted for a little fun first by not removing his disguise, and instead let the Imperiused Weaslette think that it was actually her brother who was giving her a massive orgasm while he was balls deep inside her. This in itself was a whole new series of crimes, performing any kind of criminal activity while Polyjuiced as someone else, but he had already crossed so many lines that it no longer mattered. He could only imagine what was going through her head as he had her thrashing about in ecstasy while wearing her brother’s face.
He fucked her well past the time limit of the Polyjuice Potion, and so had a similar experience as he did with Granger where he reverted back to his real elf as he was having sex with her. It was just too bad that she was Imperiused at the time and under orders to treat him as her lover and enjoy their sex just as he did with Granger, so he wasn’t able to see her reaction to discovering who was really fucking her.
Once he finished, it was the same with his sessions with Granger; a stunner followed by an erasing and rewriting of memories, and neither the Weaslette nor Potter would be any wiser. But as good of a lay as the youngest Weasley was, and she was a very good lay, it just wasn’t quite as satisfying as screwing Granger; there was just something missing, hence why she was only the backup.
But backup or not, banging the Weaslette gave him a spark of inspiration. With Granger knocked up, he had succeeded in securing the Malfoy bloodline, even if he was the only one who would know it, and in a well-respected and influential family too. But why stop there? Why not double that? He was already occasionally fucking Potter’s wife, so why shouldn’t he try and knock her up too? Potter’s first child, whom Potter had named after his own father, could use a younger sibling. And as the icing on the cake, the Weasleys were pure-bloods, meaning a child between him and the Weaslette would be too, even if the red-headed family were a bunch of blood traitors.
So that was exactly what he did. Every other day, he would go to Potter’s house instead of Weasley’s and give his wife a thorough fucking, complete with a helping of fertility potion, and removing the Contraceptive Charm that she too used on herself. And a month later, Potter had announced to his work friends that he and the Weaslette were expecting their second child, even though they had decided to wait longer for more kids.
After receiving this news, Draco went back to fucking Granger exclusively, and the Weaslette when she was unavailable. One time, he’d even gotten lucky, as when he went to pay Granger a visit, the Weaslette had been visiting her sister-in-law as well. And with a well-timed double Imperius, Draco had managed to get a threesome out of both Weasley and Potter’s wives. Sufficient to say, he had taken off the rest of the day from work to get the most out of the experience. He got a real kick out of it afterwards imaging how Granger and the Weaslette would have acted around each other had he not Obliviated them.
Months passed, and soon enough, Granger gave birth to a girl, who was indeed named Rose, while the Weaslette gave birth to a boy, who Potter ended up naming Albus of all things. But despite his disappointment in the name choice, Draco took satisfaction in the thought that he’d secured the Malfoy line, and that both his children would enjoy the benefit that came from the Potters and the Weasleys.
And then one day, things changed.
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Of Polyjuice And Imperio	By : moviefan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5817 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Of Polyjuice And Imperio