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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter Twelve
Beta: Theo121
Lucius was irritated as he struggled to make his way through the massive crowds. It was two days before Christmas! Shouldn’t people have finished their shopping by now? Never mind that he hadn’t finished his own. While it was the day before Christmas Eve, it was also a Saturday, so the regular weekend shoppers were out as well.
He forced himself to draw in a calming breath when his foot was stepped on by a small child who cut in front of him. The child was oblivious to all around him except the doorway to Lucius’ right.
Lucius looked up and rolled his eyes. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Large, thimble shaped, colorful bulb lights outlined the door and picture windows. Flashing signs and posters lured the shoppers in droves.
On the Naughty List? Live up to your reputation with our wide selection of bottom seeking whoopie cushions, puking pasties, and nose bleed nougats!
Another sign flashed:
Need something for Dear Old Mum? Look no further than our wide selection of lovely fragrances! Including, our most popular – Rose Musk – which turns into Pig Sty within a couple of hours!
Explosive Disappearing Ink!
Pygmy Puffs on Sale Today Only!
Wildfire Whiz-Bangs on Special – Boxing Day Only! Just in time for the New Year!
Looking to his left, he spared his feet further injury by waiting for the next barreling child to get in the door before stepping past the blasted entrance. What he wouldn’t give for some restraining devices right about now.
He walked as fast as the crowds would allow, his mouth releasing puffs of steam into the cold air with each breath. He let out a shudder of relief when he finally found the store he was looking for: Ferdinand’s Fineries. It took him less than ten minutes to slip in and out, acquiring the last gift he wanted to get for Draco.
As he stepped back out onto the street into the wind and blistering cold, a woman with sleek, golden hair holding the hand of a young boy made him stop in his tracks. It punched him in the gut like a bludger. Narcissa. Even after eight years, this still happened to him. He would see someone or something that reminded him of her, and it was jarring. A cold sweat brushed his brow, his broken heart hammering away in his chest. Merlin, he missed her.
The Holidays were the hardest, though. It may have been years since he lost his Narcissa, but he still found Christmas abysmal without her. He could vividly picture her walking next to him; after all, how many times had they done just that? Walk down Diagon Alley, window shopping, with Draco pulling at their sleeves begging for the newest broom, an ice cream at Fortescue’s, or some other toy du jour.
Lucius took a breath and forced himself to move, not oblivious to the shoppers around him who mumbled their frustrations at having to step around his stationary figure. Christmas just wasn’t the same anymore. Narcissa was the one who had made everything special. She was the one who had seen to every minute detail to guarantee the holiday was perfect. Lucius glanced down at his bags, suddenly feeling lacking. He knew Narcissa would have done better. She would have found the perfect gifts, not just nice ones.
He looked around, his mind too distracted to really see anything as he continued down the street. Narcissa had been a good wife, an understanding wife. Understanding of his fetish and considerate of this need within him. She never denied him or complained about the submissives. She knew it was undetached, hedonistic needs being met. She knew she was the love of his life, the pilot light that kept his heart aflame.
However, he was without her now. His psychotic and crazed sister-in-law had killed her. How does a woman kill her own sister? Bellatrix had done it for Voldemort, of course. Narcissa had been captured at that fateful Hogwarts battle. He, Narcissa, and Draco had come out of hiding to fight with the Order, only to have her stumble and find herself a prisoner to the mad thing they had once called Master.
When called upon, she had lied. She had said the boy died, staying faithful to the cause they had grown to believe in. Faithful to the young man they had all pinned all their hopes on. It was because of her sacrifice that many of these smiling faces doing their Christmas shopping had a holiday to celebrate at all. He tried not to be bitter, but sometimes it was hard to stop his mind from going down that path.
In the years since she had been gone, Lucius had spent more time working. He found that the long days at Malfoy Enterprises and endless nights at The Dungeon helped keep him grounded. He and Draco had become very close, and his friendship with Snape had become an integral part of his life. Severus Snape wasn’t a friend, he was a brother.
Thinking about Snape pulled his thoughts back to the young witch that had brought a spark back to Lucius’ life. A spark that had the potential to relight the pilot light that had gone out eight years ago. He wouldn’t go there, though. He wouldn’t betray his friend’s heart. Snape deserved love, and Lucius would do what he could to help his self-destructive friend navigate his way through this mess. To his own detriment, Snape lived up to his reputation and had done nothing to address what happened with Hermione. As a result, the man had been more ghastly than normal these past weeks and Lucius was quite over it.
In light of Snape’s feelings, Lucius would simply be a friend to the young witch (perhaps even a mentor if she changed her mind), but he wouldn’t let his thoughts or feelings be known. Not yet, anyway. Not unless, or until, things were truly resolved between Snape and their shared interest. Out of love for Snape, Lucius would give his friend the opportunity to work things out. After that, though? After that she would be fair game, and Lucius Malfoy was not a man to let something he wanted slip through his fingers.
He scanned the crowd, hoping to catch sight of the bushy-haired beauty. It had been three weeks since she had left the club, swearing herself away from submission for a while. He had hoped she would change her mind and return. Alas, she was a witch who stuck to her word. He had expected no less. Still, he missed seeing her and found himself searching for her when in public places.
Truthfully, he could have finished the last of his shopping earlier in the week, but, knowing she worked long days, he felt he would be more likely to run into her on the weekend.
Though he contemplated calling it quits and starting for home, he decided to pick up a couple more gifts while he was out. He entered Luna’s Spirited Spirits, a bell announcing his arrival as he entered the store. As he closed the door behind him, he was surprised when the young woman he had just been thinking of met him with a beaming smile.
“Lucius!” she exclaimed, dashing over to him. She stopped just short of throwing her arms around him and he found himself feeling slightly disappointed.
Years of pureblood habit prevented his displaying obvious joy at seeing her. His voice croaked from the lump in his throat. “Hermione! What a pleasure!” He managed a small upturn to the corners of his mouth.
Hermione glanced around and, finding there was no one else in the store, gave him a knowing smirk before throwing her arms around him. “Oh, Lucius. I’ve missed you!”
Despite himself and his constant propriety, he couldn’t resist hugging her back and kissing the top of her head. “And I you, Doll.” He stepped back and pulled her into the French Champagne aisle. He glanced around to be sure they wouldn’t be overheard. “How have you been? The club hasn’t been the same these past weeks without your precious presence.”
Hermione smiled, but was unable to hide a touch of sadness. “I’ve been good...you know. Work is crazy and of course the holiday activities have been demanding.”
“But you’re happy?” he asked, hesitantly.
She shrugged. “I’m adjusting. It’s…” She looked up at him, her hands grasping his forearms. Hermione’s eyes darted around them, making sure they were still alone. Her voice was soft, her eyes sincere. “How is it that something unrecognized by me my entire adult life has made such an impact in such a short amount of time? It’s astounding, really.”
Suddenly realizing she was holding his forearms tightly, as though she were holding on for dear life, she dropped them. An embarrassed flush crept over her. “Sorry,” she mumbled, barely loud enough to be heard.
“Nothing to apologize for,” he answered in a gruff tone, once again taken in by her honesty and openness. She was such a breath of fresh air. “When something is right, it’s just right. I would encourage you not to fight it.”

She gave a thoughtful nod. “How is he?” she asked softly. They both knew who “he” was. Lucius’ chest constricted. Was it jealousy that caused this feeling? Or was he happy Snape had such a good witch asking after his wellbeing?
“Unbearably acidic since you stopped coming to the club,” he answered truthfully. “He and I spoke, but he’s as stubborn as always.”
“Well,” she murmured, looking contemplative and a bit woeful. “That’s something, then. Tell him I say hello?”
Lucius nodded, his heart feeling heavy. He couldn’t bear it, he wanted to see her again. This meeting was obviously coming to a close and had been too short. Bumping into her out and about would not be enough.
After a pause, he asked. “Why don’t you come to the Manor on Boxing Day? The club is closed, and this lonely old man will be bored. Come for lunch. The Manor is beautiful this time of year.”
Hermione thought for a minute and then smiled. “You know what? I’d really love that!”
“Excellent! I’ll look forward to it.”
She beamed up at him and stood on her toes, giving his cheek a chaste kiss. “Me too, old man.” She gave him a teasing smile.
“Happy Christmas, Hermione,” he answered, returning her chaste kiss with one of his own. Her cheek was silky soft.
“Happy Christmas, Lucius,” she replied before turning and leaving the store in a blur of long, chestnut curls and the scent of lavender. He stared at the door for another long minute before shaking it off and searching for the whiskey aisle.
Charlie Weasley had barely left her alone since dinner. They had been seated next to each other, being the only two singles at the table. It had been that way since Ron and Luna had started dating five years ago. Hermione was starting to wonder how he would react if she actually took him up on his offer of a Christmas bed-warming. She gave a small sigh.

She had been lying to herself for too long, and it was becoming harder to do so. She could feel her resolve starting to crack. For the last three weeks, she had told herself that her proclivity to submission was a phase. A passing fancy. She didn’t need it to be sexually satisfied, she just needed to find the right man. It seemed that Severus fucking Snape was definitely not the right man. For the first week, Hermione had been hopeful that he would call on her and explain himself. Lucius would have told him what she had said. He’d all but implied that he had when they had run into each other in Diagon Alley. By the end of the second week, her hopes had been thoroughly dashed
Perhaps she really had been reading the whole situation dead wrong. Maybe everything she felt had been one sided. She sighed and wrapped her arms around her middle, holding her glass of wine so it appeared to be dangling off one hip. The conversation around her was loud and merry, and the children were squealing and active. She smiled indulgently at little three-year-old James as he jumped up and down with excitement after receiving her gift of water-activated grindylow figurines for the bath. She adored her Godson; he was absolutely precious to her. Her heart pinged with a desperate longing. It was hard for her to be around her friends and their children lately. It kept her dwelling on her desperation to start a family of her own. It was very apparent her biological clock had started to tick loudly.
It was made all the worse by the fact she had no prospects, unless you counted Charlie Weasley. She turned her eyes away from the excited children to the Weasley in question. She really had zero idea if he was interested in her as a potential girlfriend, a one-night stand, or if he was just taking the Mickey to see her blush. Cocking her head to the side, she took a moment to contemplate the idea seriously.
It would certainly be convenient, she was already part of the family. The Weasleys had all but adopted her after her parents’ memory charm hadn’t been able to be reversed. Even her breakup with Ron had come with the promise that she would always be part of the Weasley clan – they weren’t going to let her go.

And in all honesty? Charlie Weasley was bloody hot. Shorter then she typically liked, but at her height of five-foot-barely-nothing, he was still a good eight or more inches taller than her. He kept his trademark red hair short, was heavily muscled from all his active, physical labor on the dragon reservation, and he was fun and funny. She always laughed when they spoke. His crystal blue eyes were set in a kind, handsome face…he was smart, and had personality galore. There was nothing to scoff at with him, that was for sure.
Hermione pulled herself out of her musings with a firm shake of her head, but not before Charlie caught her staring. He gave her a wolfish grin and wink. She couldn’t help but smirk back at him with a small shake of her head. No, Charlie. Sorry. It’s just not happening.
Charlie gave her a shrug and look that said, Your loss, babe. He could obviously read her like a book.
“Okay! Okay, everyone!” Ron was talking loudly, trying to get the group’s attention. “Lu and I have a gift for everyone that we’d like to share!” He clapped his hands, pulling the focus to his little family of four.
Hermione and Harry exchanged a look, both of them questioning the other if they knew what was coming. It appeared neither of them had a clue and they turned their focus back to the other third of their friendship.
“Go ahead, babe,” Ron grinned at his wife and Hermione smiled at Luna’s huge, excited grin.
“We’ll be having a baby girl in May!” she said in her dreamy, sweet voice. Hermione’s heart was torn in two directions: utter elation for her friends and sickening jealousy. She schooled her features into a firm smile and exclaimed happily with the rest of the family, sneaking in to give hugs and kisses.

Things had barely settled when Ginny’s voice rose above the crowd as well. “Well, thanks big brother for stealing our thunder!” she teased. The room grew quiet very suddenly; even the children were silent, sensing something big.
“Do you mean…?” Molly Weasley’s face was stretching into a cat-who-got-the-canary grin.
“Yes!” Ginny squealed. “Harry and I are expecting a little girl in June!”
There was another wave of shrieks and booming congratulations, and Hermione’s mood soured even more. What was wrong with her? She should be happy for her friends – her family. These were her brothers and sisters! Why did she just feel like crying? She forced herself to join in the congratulations, hoping no one noticed her lackluster response. She would get over it and be properly excited in no time, but apparently, she just needed a moment to feel a bit of self-pity.
Returning to the outskirts of the gathering and watching as everyone resumed opening gifts and falling into smaller groups to converse, Hermione sighed and downed the rest of the contents in her glass. She moved across the room with the intention of going to the kitchen for a refill, and found she would need to pass Charlie to get there. With a toothy grin, he watched her as he nonchalantly took a swig of his butterbeer, looking up pointedly.
Her gaze followed his. Bloody hell! He was standing in the doorway and, at some point, the freaking mistletoe had moved. Again. Oh, she hated magical mistletoe! It was a menace! Anyone under it was caught until someone graced them with a kiss. The doorway he was in was the only way out of the room. Evidently, Charlie was issuing a direct challenge.
And why not, Hermione? It’s just a kiss. A safe way to try him on for size… Gah, she was lonely. She had really come to dislike this time of year. Enough! Stop being a Scrooge! Everything in good time, be patient.
Yes, a different voice chimed in with a smirk, and right now, it’s time to let Charlie Weasley kiss you. Merry Christmas to you! Who knows? Maybe happily ever after comes in the form of a Weasley boy after all.
She paused, watching Ron and Luna’s twin boys, Ares and Apollo, squealing animatedly while playing in the wrapping paper. She edged her way towards the door while pretending to be distracted. Part of her was hoping Charlie would let her through without making a fuss, but the other part knew it was a way to make sure it looked like she hadn’t ended up there on purpose.
“Ah, ah, ah, Granger!” he growled, making numerous people in the room turn and look at them. “Are you really going to sneak through this door without helping a bloke out? I’m stuck, love!” He pointed up at the white berried plant.
She rolled her eyes as George let out a piercing whistle and Harry and Ron grinned at her indulgently. Molly looked almost too bloody hopeful. Oh, boy. She’s already planning the damned wedding! Rolling her eyes at her best friends, she looked back to Charlie and cocked an eyebrow.
“Alright, Weasley. Do your worst,” she laughed, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.
He let out an excited whoop that made the room shake with the laughter of their onlookers as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. “I’ve been waiting years to catch you under the mistletoe, Granger!” he teased before dropping his lips to hers.
Mmm. Hermione responded with friendly enthusiasm. A little affection was never too misguided, right? His lips were hot, and he wasted no time deepening the kiss, making her tummy flip and her toes curl. Charlie Weasley was a very good kisser. Nothing like Snape, but – No! Merlin, Hermione. Just enjoy yourself for once! Stop analyzing everything! Snape. Doesn’t. Want. You.
She pushed her focus back to Charlie as he softened the kiss and gently released her lips. She tilted her head up and pressed another chaste kiss to his mouth before opening her eyes and grinning at him. “Nice, Weasley,” she teased. “I’ll put you in my top ten.” She winked at him as the room roared with laughter at her mocking tone. “You’re free!” she smiled. “I’m going to grab another glass of wine,” she announced, turning to the room. “Anyone need anything?”
“Butterbeer!” George and Ron called together while Fleur and Angelina held up empty wine glasses. “Accio!” Hermione called, sending the goblets soaring towards her.
“I’ll give you a hand, love,” Charlie whispered in her ear, covertly running his fingers down her spine.
“You’re getting too familiar, Charlie,” she smirked as his touch caused a shiver. She moved away from him, starting for the kitchen. Damn, she needed a shag. Plastic toys only helped so much.

“I’d like to get more familiar,” he said in a husky voice as he trailed behind her.

“And what are we going to do about that?” The innuendo was clear. She glanced over her shoulder to see Charlie freeze in his tracks, his lovely blue eyes darkening with lust.
He stepped up behind her as she poured three goblets full of a tart cranberry wine and settled his hands on her hips, pulling her bum back into the cradle of his thighs. His erection was obvious as it pressed into the small of her back. “I certainly have some ideas, love.”
After summoning two butterbeers to her serving tray, she threw caution to the wind and turned her head over her shoulder. She stretched up onto her tiptoes and nuzzled her nose gently against his before pressing another light kiss to his firm mouth. Responding quickly, he gripped her chin in one hand, holding her in place while he deepened the kiss, his tongue rolling languidly with hers. Hermione’s breathing started to accelerate. His grip was almost bruising, which tickled her proclivities in all the right places. He really was a great kisser – maybe…? Maybe this would work out? She could see herself with someone like Charlie Weasley – and he had that interview with the Scotland Dragon Reserve…If he was closer…? She decided in that moment.
“My place? After everyone’s in bed? I’ll leave the floo open for you,” she suggested in a whisper, pulling away. She didn’t want anyone who might come looking for them to find them in such a compromising situation. A kiss under the mistletoe was one thing…sneaking a snog in the kitchen would get too many people too excited.
“Fuck. Yeah?” Charlie looked as surprised as he sounded, but very pleased as well.
Hermione laughed coquettishly. “Yes, Charlie. Looks like your Christmas wish is coming true this year.” With those sly words, she levitated the tray and motioned for it to precede her to the living room, leaving a flustered Charlie behind.
She was insane. Why had she suggested this? Perhaps it would be best to make it clear this was a one-night stand… But what if it was good? Then he’d be under the impression she didn’t want to see him again. Fuck. Why had she put herself in this situation?
Breathe, Hermione. Just…take it as it comes. If it’s good, invite him back for dinner and go another round tomorrow night. If it’s not good, tell him thanks for the Christmas shag and be done with it. It was all he’d implied the last three years, he shouldn’t be upset if it was all she offered.
Taking a gamble that Charlie would be appreciative of a sexy negligee and some barely-there knickers, she changed and then wrapped herself in a silk robe. She let her hair down and it tumbled in thick, unruly curls around her face and down her back. Why was she so nervous? She grabbed a glass of wine and the novel she was currently reading and decided to relax, trying to calm her anxiety.
That’s how Charlie found her when he arrived through her floo just before midnight with a sexy grin on his face. Hermione – hair loose and wild, dressed in a silk robe, reading a book, and curled up on the sofa. No one had ever looked quite so sexy to him.

“Hey, Charlie,” she cocked her head and gave him a sweet smile. “Would you like a drink?” She stood as she asked her question and watched with amusement as his eyes trailed down her silk clad body, lingering on her bare legs.
“No, thanks,” he murmured, his face slipping quickly into a look of seriousness. “You’re sure about this, Hermione?” he asked as he slowly crossed the room. Hemione felt her heart accelerate. Wouldn’t it be just the thing if Charlie Weasley was “the one”? He’d been under her nose most of her life.
“I’m sure,” she answered in a whisper as his hands gently settled on her hips before he pulled her into a lovely embrace. His mouth sealed lightly over hers, in a soft kiss that made her smile against his lips. One of his hands left her hip to cup her bum, rubbing down over the back of her thigh. She rolled her hips against his, giving a needy little whimper in the back of her throat. Tilting her head to the side so he had better access, Charlie trailed fluttery kisses down the length of her jawbone and his five o’clock shadow followed, brushing against her skin. The sensation was pleasant, but was doing absolutely nothing for her. She wanted passion, fire – fucking. Not light touches and lovemaking. She wasn’t in love with him, and this wasn’t doing a damned thing for her.
Deciding to take things into her own hands, Hermione tugged him around and gave him a little push, forcing him to sit on the couch. He grinned up at her with an eyebrow cocked and a curious expression. That curiousness turned to surprise when she pulled the tie of the silk robe and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.
He made an appreciative grunt, taking in the sheer holiday red negligee. She almost giggled aloud at his stunned look. The simple nightie had strategically placed lace, but left very little to the imagination. The scrap of red fabric that constituted her panties may well have not even been worn for all they covered.
Hermione straddled his lap, sitting on her knees so her face was a little higher than his and staring down at him with a smirk. “You approve?” she taunted with a laugh.
“Bloody hell, yes,” he said enthusiastically as she caught his lips in a much more heated kiss than they had yet shared. She delved her tongue deep into his mouth and sunk her hands into his hair, giving a tug to hint that he could be a little more demanding of her. He understood, returning her thorough lip-lock and raising the bar by tugging on her lower lip with his teeth.
Charlie’s fingers slid underneath the hem of her nightie and she pulled away so he could lift it over her head. Hermione quickly moved back in, nuzzling his jaw with her nose and following it with her tongue and teeth until she reached his ear. Sucking the sensitive lobe into her mouth, she tugged on it with her teeth before laving it with her tongue. He gave an appreciative growl as he covered one breast with the flat of his palm. When he teased her nipple to a tender peak, she moaned.
Arching back to give him better access to her breasts, Hermione grasped the back of Charlie’s head and guided him to one, urging him to take a nipple into his mouth. He complied and immediately she was frustrated. There wasn’t enough pressure and his hands were too light on her skin. He was being too…nice.
She pushed through her disappointment. They were just getting started, it could get better. Keep moving forward. She slipped her hands between them and pulled his long sleeved thermal tee out of the waistband of his trousers. He made a low sound of approval before releasing her nipple and helping her divest him of his shirt.
Hermione had seen Charlie shirtless before, summer Quidditch games at the Burrow came to mind straight away. She took a moment to appreciate his hard chest and shoulders anyway, running her hands over his ropey muscles as he bent his head back to her chest.
He stood abruptly with her in his arms, causing her to let out a small shriek of surprise. “Sorry, love,” he grinned down at her as she wrapped her legs around his hips and gripped the back of his neck. “I just thought moving this to the bed might be more comfortable.”
She returned his smile with an affirmative sound. “That one,” she pointed at her bedroom door. Moments later she was sprawled supine on her bed, Charlie brushing kisses down her stomach. His fingers hooked into the strings of her thong and pulled it off. He gave a little sigh of pleasure at having her fully naked.
“I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but you have a beautiful body, Hermione.” His voice was husky and his gaze dark with lust.
“Thanks, Charlie.” She was sincere. Was it just her, or was this whole encounter forced and awkward? She tried to brush it off and reached for his belt, undoing the clasp and sliding it through the loops. Her mind’s eye taunted her as the sound of the belt took her back to her first encounter with Snape. Fuck, Hermione! Concentrate!
He undid his zip and rolled to the edge of the bed to doff his trousers, socks, and boxers. She was sitting up on her knees when he turned back to her. This seemed to startle him, but he quickly wiped the expression off his face and rolled up onto his knees as well. He pulled her to him in another slow, gentle kiss.
Charlie’s hands slid over her torso, his fingers seeking her center. She gave a little jerk of appreciation when he grazed her clit before delving deeper, collecting her arousal (thank goodness for that, at least she was aroused…just not overly enthused) before moving back to circle the little nub at the apex of her thighs. She sighed into his mouth. This seemed to encourage him, and he slid down her sex again to push a finger inside of her.
She liked two fingers…or even three, one wasn’t going to do anything for her. She needed to take control, or they were both going to end up frustrated and disappointed before this was all over. Hermione now knew that she really hated to be in control in the bedroom, so it was with reluctance that she broke their kiss.

“Listen, Charlie,” she said softly, before pressing a kiss to his cheek. Charlie paused in his ministrations and met her gaze, a quizzical look on his face. “I appreciate you being gentle and sweet and all, but…I, uh.” She felt her face heat and knew she was blushing. Bloody hell.
“Tell me what you need, Hermione,” he said encouragingly. “I was kinda getting the vibe this wasn’t working out so well…” he trailed off with a rueful smile.
She gave a short nod and an apologetic twitch with her lips. “Yeah, okay. Um…” She had to stop and take a deep breath. “Ilikethingsrough.” The words spilled out so fast she was positive he missed them. He looked confused for a moment, but then a slow, sexy grin split his face.
“You like things rough?” he clarified, his smile only widened further when she nodded. “Tell me what else.”
Her eyes widened, and she gave an embarrassed shake of her head while shrugging. Why could she talk so freely about this stuff with the likes of Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape? Put her with someone she’d known well for a large part of her life, however, and she locked up tighter than a Chinese puzzle box.
“All right,” he said slowly, pulling himself to his full height and towering over her. Her heart rate finally began to climb, and she could feel herself grow wetter as his personality became more aggressive…more…dominant. Fuck. Apparently, she did need dominance to get turned on. “Do you like to be held down?”
Her mouth dropped open, but an enthusiastic sound left her throat without her permission. His look turned predatory. “Tied up?” he fired out another question and she whimpered. “My, my, my, Granger… Full of surprises, aren’t you?” He was leering at her…actually leering. She started to tremble.
“Tell me what else,” he demanded, mouth locking on her neck. She felt his teeth scrape her collarbone and let out a raspy gasp of pleasure.
“Take control,” she all but begged him, his reaction making her feel emboldened. “Tell me what to do. Tell me where you want me, tell me how to touch you.”
There was another pause, and he pulled away from her again. “You want me to take control?”
“Yes, please,” she reached out to touch his face, wondering why he looked so astonished.
“You do?”
She was starting to feel uncomfortable again, and her frustration was returning. It had been three weeks since she had been laid last, she needed this. Her life was just too bloody stressful without sexual release. She snapped out of pure desperation.
“Yes, Charlie. Take control! I don’t want gentle lovemaking – I want to be fucked! If you don’t have that in you, we should probably end this before we both wind up disappointed!”
The moment it was out of her mouth, Hermione wanted to take it back. She couldn’t even look at him, she was so horrified. Any time she had ever been honest with someone in the bedroom, they had made her feel like an idiot. She cringed internally, waiting. The silence was becoming deafening and she was just about to call it quits when he finally spoke.
“On your knees, on the floor,” he demanded softly.
Her head snapped up, eyes crashing into his. “What?”
“On your knees, on the floor,” he repeated, much more firmly this time. She scrambled to comply, getting into position just as he asked. He moved to stand before her. “Suck my cock and get me nice and hard, love.”
Hermione closed her eyes in relief. She almost felt like crying. Hardly daring to believe this was really happening, she did as she was directed. Grasping the base of his prick in her small hand, she gave it an experimental stroke, smirking as he let out a low groan. Charlie had a nice cock, thick and above average…then her mind began mentally comparing him to Ron (Charlie was a bit bigger) and she stopped her pumping motion, a bit horrified.
She was surprised when Charlie laughed aloud. “You just compared me to my baby brother, didn’t you?”
Just like that, the awkwardness was broken. Hermione gave him a bashful smirk, which Charlie found utterly charming. He chuckled, but it turned into another snarl of pleasure when she took the head of his erection in her heated, satiny mouth. Her tongue never stopped moving as she slid down his length, making the blood pool heavily. By the time he stopped her, he was almost painfully hard.
“That’s enough, love, I have more plans for you. Up you get,” he grasped her elbows and helped pull her to her feet. “On your back in the center of the bed, hands above your head.” He was digging in his discarded pants pockets while he spoke, his voice deep and calm, but authoritative. She never hesitated in her movements, positioning herself just as he requested. She was shaking with excitement. For once in her life, asking for what she wanted in the bedroom was getting results – outside of the club, that was.
He straightened just as she lifted her arms above her head. “You’re sure you’re okay with the things we talked about?” he affirmed.
She nodded, but then spoke, “Yes. But if I don’t like something, I’ll say red, okay? If you don’t like something, you can use the same safeword.” Charlie’s eyebrows rose almost to his hairline and Hermione wondered if she’d said too much. She was relieved when he acquiesced.
“Sounds good. Okay then,” he pointed his wand at her hands. “Adfigo!” Hermione’s eyes flew wide when she realized he’d used a sticking charm. She pulled on her wrists, testing the bond. They wouldn’t budge. She pulled harder and instantly groaned. Yes! Yes, yes, yes! She turned lust-darkened eyes on him as her breasts heaved with increased respirations.
“Merlin, Hermione,” Charlie slid onto the bed with her, his hand automatically coming out to caress her stomach. She bowed into him, panting. “This is really hot, witch,” he grinned at her before dropping an open-mouthed kiss to the tender flesh of her belly. “What other things would you like me to do to you?” he whispered. His mouth trailed up as his fingers trailed down. He latched onto a breast with a firm pull of suction, making her gasp just as his fingers parted her lower lips, finding her soaked.
“Fuck!” he hissed, and she bucked into his hand, pulling at the charm that held her firmly in place.

“Gods, Charlie. Shit!” Hermione whined. Charlie trailed his tongue across her chest, nipping at the underside of the opposite breast before seeking out the rosy tip. He pulled it into his mouth with even greater force, grazing it with his teeth as he sunk two fingers into her molten core. In fascination, he watched as she threw her head back, expletives falling from her kiss-swollen lips. She was drenched, her arousal pouring out of her. Fuck if she wasn’t sexy as hell.
Carefully, unsure of how she would react, he slid his fingers out before curling his three middle digits together and slipping them back into her, stretching her deliciously. Her eyes rolled, and she cried out nonsensical praise again. He sought out her g-spot, pressing firmly when he felt that bumpy ridge of flesh. A low growl left her, and her legs pulled further apart, granting him better access to her pretty snatch. He brought his thumb up to frig her clit and was pretty sure he had her very close to the edge. Using his other hand, he slid up her taut belly and cupped the underside of her breast. He stretched his fingers out to pinch her nipple between the first knuckles of his pointer and middle fingers, giving it a little twist.
“So close!” Her voice was husky as she cheered him on. “So close, Charlie,” she breathed. “Please don’t stop…harder!” Doing his best not to lose the rhythm, he moved so he was kneeling between her legs. The hand that had been fondling her nipple took over the clit torture, so he could up the pace with his other hand. He was starting to feel just a smidge reluctant, worried he might hurt her. One look at her face, though, told him she was enjoying herself immensely. Her lips were slightly parted, her brow was crinkled, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her head was thrown back. She met the push-pull of his thrusts with undulations from her hips, wildly seeking her release.
Charlie was pretty sure he had never been in bed with someone quite so uninhibited. He decided he liked it – very much. “Oh, Gods!” she keened.

“Yeah?” he asked as her hips gave an erratic jerk.
“Yeah! ...Yeah!” she mewled. Her entire body curved as she came apart for him, trembling her release. Her pussy sucked at his fingers madly. He continued to play her clit until she was jerking uncontrollably beneath him as she tried to get away from his playful torture.
“You’re bloody gorgeous when you come undone, love,” he murmured as he settled over her, angling his heavy erection to line up with her overflowing entrance.
“I’m starting to believe that statement,” she answered, gasping. Her voice was raw from her unrestrained vocalizations. He paused for just a brief second, pondering her response before shaking it off and pushing himself inside her.
They both let out a shaky breath when he was fully sheathed in her heat. Her walls gripped him tightly and her forehead fell to his shoulder with a sigh of satisfaction. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple before moving his mouth to her ear. “You feel bloody amazing, love,” he told her, pulling out before thrusting back in with moderate force.
“Ah! You too, Charlie,” she answered with a gasp, meeting his next thrust. “Harder,” she begged softly. “Don’t hold back.”
Charlie readjusted himself to have better control before sitting back on his haunches. He wrapped her legs around his waist and surged forward, crashing into her cervix. She gave a yelp, which turned into a hiss of pleasure, so he continued. Holding her hips for leverage, he upped his speed until he was slamming into her so hard and fast he worried he might hurt her. He definitely had to be bruising her hips with his grip. She seemed completely oblivious, though, meeting him with abandon, thrust for thrust. She spilled broken, fragmented praises to urge him on. He fell forward onto his forearms, changing the angle and sliding a hand under her lower back to jerk her into him with each drive.
Hermione’s vocalizations were almost feral and extremely flattering. He watched as her arms pulled, and jerked, and twisted – trying to break free from his charm. It seemed to delight her that she couldn’t, and it appeared to be the cause of her complete abandonment to him. It was intoxicating, having so much control over this witch who always seemed to dominate everyday life.
Sliding a hand between them, he sought out her clit and began to work it furiously, determined to bring her with him in the end. She groaned and gnashed her teeth, back arching in time with his thrusts. At some point, she planted her feet flat on the mattress and rolled up to meet him, changing the angle and penetration depth. Charlie had to bite his lower lip hard and start reciting famous Quidditch players, determined to get her there again. He crashed down over her, holding his weight on one forearm and latching onto one taunting nipple as her other breast bounced with the force of their coupling.
“Yes! I’m goi – ungghhhh!!” She thrashed beneath him in ecstasy and he followed quickly behind her, his bollocks screaming their relief as he poured himself into her before collapsing on top of her, breathing heavily.
She didn’t seem to mind his weight. At least she said nothing about it when he pushed himself up after he had time to catch his breath. He felt around before finding his wand and undoing the charm to give her hands back to her.
Hermione immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, kissing him long and deep for many minutes. She played with his hair and brushed his cheeks and neck with gentle, soothing fingers. Wiping away sweat, her touch left a trail of heat in its wake.
Charlie was positive he had never worked so hard during sex in his life, but her orgasms had seemed quite intense and his had been astounding. Her touch as they kissed and helped each other to calm was intoxicating. He thought all this with a voice in the back of his mind telling him he would never get to sleep with this witch again.
“That was incredible, love,” he murmured a few minutes later. He was on his back, Hermione curled into his side, her right cheek resting over his heart. “You were incredible.”
There was quiet for a little bit and then she shifted, her head rolling onto his shoulder. She looked up at him. “It was very good,” she agreed sweetly.
He grinned down at her, the voice he had heard before was now teasing him that he had been one hundred percent correct. This was a one-time deal for her. “But?” he prompted, smiling and cocking an eyebrow to show her that he wasn’t offended.
She returned his smile sadly. “But nothing, really.” She gave a one shouldered shrug. “It was the best straight forward sex I’ve ever had, once we got on the same page.” Her tone was humble and honest, and he felt himself preen a little bit.
“But...?” he urged again.
She rolled her eyes and gave a huff. “But I don’t think we should do this again,” she answered truthfully. “I think, in the end, we’d just end up hurting each other.”
He studied her for a moment, feeling slightly disappointed, before giving a nod. Something told him he agreed with her, so why push it? She was part of his family, no need to make things awkward at get-togethers.
“Stay, though?” she asked, snuggling back into him, and tangling a leg with his. “Just for tonight?”
“Yeah, love,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Just for tonight.”
Charlie seemed unperturbed by their odd conversation, which made Hermione all the more comfortable to be snuggled up with a man she had just turned down. Seemingly, he felt the same. Within minutes he was snoring lightly. She smiled into his chest and wandlessly summoned the blankets up around them.
She shouldn’t have worried about how things would go with Charlie tonight. He was just too laidback, too much of a go-with-the-flow personality to be bothered by anything out of his control. She was grateful for that.
Hermione hadn’t lied to him. It had been the best sex she had ever had – outside The Dungeon, that was. He had gotten her off twice, although the poor chap had had to work terribly hard for each of them. It had touched her that he had felt she was worth the time. It had also made her feel more confident when he hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable about her bedroom desires. He was the first man, outside of the realm of Dominants she had scened with, who had taken her desires and rolled with them to please her.
If she didn’t know what sex could be like under the hand of a Dom, she would have grabbed onto him for dear life and hoped he’d never walk away. As it were, however, he had given her the answer she had been looking for throughout the last three weeks.
She wanted to be Dominated sexually.
She wanted to be a sexual submissive.
She needed someone to take over in intimate situations.
She needed to release control and not have to think or plan in this one aspect of her life.
She wanted Lucius Malfoy to train her.
The last was the most surprising, yet unsurprising, discovery she had made this evening. She was comfortable with Lucius, and he had been nothing but kind to and protective of her. Lucius knew how she felt about Snape, and he would help her work through it. There was a genuine, honest affection between them. Lucius made her feel safe and cherished, not to mention sexy and turned on. He would do right by her.
Part of Hermione wished she had told him yes almost six weeks ago. It made her cringe, thinking of how much time she had wasted trying to experience more at the hands of others. She hated that she had mistakenly thought meeting and playing with different Doms had been necessary. She’d had a great connection with Lucius from the start and there had been no need to look further. She also hated that, when those experiences turned sour, it took her almost an additional month figure out where her head was. She could be so much further along in the process. And maybe – just maybe – she wouldn’t have pushed Snape away.
Suddenly, she couldn’t wait for lunch tomorrow.
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