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Black Widow	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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She looked so adorable, blushing scarlet and fiddling with her hands. He shook his head and quickly spelled her clothes away, admiring her lithe form. She was much harder than before, more muscle, her body held tighter, but still beautiful. He summoned a few silk ties from his wardrobe, watching as her eyes darkened. She really did want this.
“Give me your hands,” he ordered, feeling the familiar thrill shoot through him when she complied.
He tied her forearms in a diamond pattern before tying her wrists together and then levitating the ties to stick on the ceiling. She had to lift her arms above her head which made her breasts jut out proudly. He reached up to play with them, enjoying her gasps and little moans as he rolled and pulled the pink tips. But just because she was tied didn’t mean he couldn’t be tender. He sat up with some difficulty, leaning down to tongue the pink tips.
“Oh gods,” she moaned, throwing her head back and arching up to get more contact.
He smirked, sucking her nipple in, biting it gently before soothing it with a cool breath and a kiss. He moved back and forth, bestowing equal attention on them until she was whimpering and begging for more. Her hips were bucking up, trying to find some friction. He wasn’t going to let her off that easy though. He wanted her almost incoherent with lust.
“Please,” she panted as he trailed kisses up and down her torso, avoiding her breasts now.
“Please what?” he asked, kissing her neck.
“Please Sir,” she whispered. “Please, I need more.”
“More,” he drawled before kissing her again. “I’m kissing you more.” Another kiss on her jawbone. “Is this what you needed?”
“Oh, gods Draco, please quit teasing.”
His breath caught, still not used to her saying his name. “I’m not teasing.”
“I’m pretty sure this is teasing,” she growled, bucking her hips helplessly as he scooted back and kissed her stomach.
“I’m being gentle,” he said, laughing at her quirked eyebrow. “Gentle for me.”
“I don’t want gentle,” she said, pouting. “I want what we had.”
He pulled back, a thoughtful look on his face. “What if I’m not really like that?”
She eyed the black silk ties on her arm for a minute and then smirked at him. “You’re quite good with ties if you aren’t.”
He laughed. It felt so good to laugh and not have to worry about anyone judging him or wondering if it was false. Potter and Severus did that a lot. They analyzed him, trying to figure out if he was just putting on a show for them. They did worry about him, they all did he realized. And now there was one more person but that didn’t bother him.
“You got me,” he sighed. “But you’ve never had a gentle experience. I wanted to give it to you.”
She bit her lip. “I… I tried it. It was three months into my training. I was… I was…. Ugh. I was horny and I thought… I thought that I would try it.”
He tried to keep the tightening of his jaw from her but she saw it and cringed. He didn’t know why she did. She was allowed to be curious. It wasn’t like he was going to hit her. He couldn’t even be angry with her. But the jealousy was almost overwhelming and it was eating him alive.
“I snuck out of the cave under a glamour and a dummy charm. I’m pretty sure it was Neville I confounded, though he wasn’t nearly as confused as he should have been. Maybe he was offering me a small mercy. Anyway, I went to the nearest club and picked someone up.” She gulped hard and cleared her throat. “I hated it,” she whispered. “I couldn’t even stand it when he started caressing me. I actually hexed him and ran.”
“Why did you run?” he asked hoarsely, trying to keep his emotions in check.
She sighed and lowered her head, her arms straining above her as she tried to shrink down. “He wasn’t you. I… I felt like he was trying to treat me like glass, like everyone always does. Well, everyone who didn’t know I was… anyway, I felt coddled. And I hated it. You never babied me, never pulled the punches. I liked that. And I can’t picture me with anyone else.”
“Is it me or is it the type of sex?” he asked curiously.
His heart had soared at her confession but now he was worried. If she couldn’t stand caresses, he truly wondered if it was the man or her sexual appetite. Truth be told, he was the furthest thing from vanilla you could get but he did enjoy cuddling and caressing, soft and tender. Would she be able to stand that?
Her face was a mask of confusion. “What does it matter?”
He sighed and unstuck the ties from the ceiling before undoing the ties on her arms and massaging them. Her eyelids fluttered in pleasure during his ministrations, a good sign. But it wasn’t enough. He flipped them over, lying her head down on the pillow and admiring how her hair fanned out over the silk sheets.
“It matters,” he said softly. “Because if it’s the bondage or the dominance you’re after, any man can do that. If it’s me, well, there is so much more you need to learn. Would you be willing to try something?”
“I’m here,” she breathed.
Very true. He decided to give her the straightest most vanilla version of himself he could manage. He needed to know if this was going to work. So he started kissing her again, this time making sure to lavish her with attention everywhere. By the time he got to the backs of her knees, she was writhing around so much he had to hold her down to keep her from falling off the bed.
“Tease,” she growled.
“Silence,” he hissed, realizing he was falling back into his nature but she shivered at his tone so he didn’t worry about it.
When he was finished kissing every inch of her body, he spelled his pants away and settled on top of her. She automatically wrapped her legs around him, trying to push him closer to her. He lined himself up, wondering if he shouldn’t have taken a taste of her delicious center but he quickly reminded himself that he was trying to be bland and entered her slowly. She arched and moaned, urging him deeper but he remained steady, gritting his teeth against her welcoming heat.
She felt amazing, as she always did. He wasn’t worried about the curse or her reactions to it. He was focused on her face and the sensations he was feeling. Her face was beautiful, eyes half closed, mouth open slightly. He pulled out slowly, studying her reactions. She gasped and arched her back, head falling back at the feeling. Just when he was about to pull out all the way, he thrust again. It was a little sharper but still slow and she started moaning.
He lost track of time as he loved her slowly, making sure to whirl his hips and reach all those places inside her that made her babble incoherently. It was perfect. He’d longed for someone he could just be with without worrying about motives or how much it was going to cost him. And she accepted him for who he was. Right now, that was an attentive and gentle lover. He thrust sharply once and she froze, trembling slightly before she broke apart in his arms. He fucked her through it, never slowing down but not speeding up either.
“There’s more,” she whimpered. “I know there is.”
Fuck yeah there was but he had ordered himself to be more than just a Dominant tonight. Then she bucked her hips and buried her hands in his hair and wiggled to get closer to him. She was practically fucking him and he knew that while she did like the gentle treatment, she needed more. Truthfully, so did he. So he grabbed her hair and yanked her head backwards, exposing her neck. He placed a bruising kiss on the side of her neck, sucking some of the tender flesh in his mouth and biting down, placing his mark on her.
“Yes!” she screamed, coming so forcefully she almost knocked his knees out from under him.
“You want this?” he growled, snatching her hands out of his hair and pinning them above her head.
“Oh yes, yes please Sir!”
Something inside him snapped at her pleading and before she could say another word, he’d pulled out and flipped her over. He quickly tied her hands to the head board before nipping at her shoulders and neck.
“Are you sure?”
“Gods yes,” she cried, trying to back up into him.
“Remember,” he said, “You asked for this.”
“Please!”
“You need a word,” he said softly, hoping she was coherent enough to realize what he was asking her.
“Never needed one.”
“You’re free now,” he reminded her. “And I am not going to trap you again. Pick. A. Word.”
She screamed in frustration and banged her head against her hands but he refused to budge on this. He’d already been remiss in making her pick one before now. Granted, she couldn’t safe word if he was pushing a curse but this was much different. This was for pleasure, not for freedom, so he pulled his hips back, giving her absolutely no contact until she did as she was told.
“You’re a bastard,” she hissed.
He chuckled and nipped her ear. “And you’ll pay for that, just as soon as you pick out a word.”
“Fine,” she growled. “Rutabaga.”
He laughed. “A little strange, but it will work. Might I ask why you chose that word?”
“I hate rutabagas,” she hissed. “And I hate this.”
He hummed and pulled back. “Very well. Rutabaga is your safe word. Now you may be punished.”
With that, he got down from the bed and went in search of some caffeine. Severus might not let him have pepper up but he’d be in bad shape if he didn’t have some sort of stimulant soon.
“Where are you going?” she shrieked.
“To get some coffee,” he said, searching around for his trousers and giving it up as a bad job. He finally summoned a robe and put it on.
“What?” Her face was incredulous.
“Accept your punishment like a good little girl and we can continue.”
“My punishment?” she whispered.
He smirked. “Not all punishments require spankings.”
“But… you’re just going to… to leave me?”
He frowned at the slightly panicky note her voice had. Then he remembered her previous outbursts. She had a problem with people leaving her. But this wasn’t like that. He would be able to hear her no matter where he was. The collar was spelled to summon him when the safe word was spoken. She had been too aggravated to notice it flashing when he’d told it the safe word.
“You can use the safe word,” he reminded her. “And I’m not leaving the house. I’m just getting some coffee, unless you want me to fall asleep on you.”
“But, but,” she shook her head, her eyes tearing up. “I don’t like this.”
“That’s why it’s called a punishment. You aren’t supposed to.”
With that, he turned and left the room. Her soft sobs cut through him like a knife but she had said she wanted this, wanted all of him, wanted to submit. This was part of it. She wouldn’t get away with calling him a bastard just because he didn’t do what she wanted. He was in charge in the bedroom, not her, and she would learn it.
As soon as he was out of earshot of the door, he called for Totty and asked for a cup of coffee. He wasn’t going to leave her for more than a few minutes. Any more than that would just be cruel. But it would be enough to make a point. She hated the punishment after all. Many subs pushed because they liked their punishments. And he enjoyed it when they pushed. He hoped Hermione would push again. But there were some things he was firm on and despite their previous experiences, safe and consensual play was number one on his list. It was no fun if they didn’t both enjoy it.
Once Totty returned with his cup of coffee, he sipped it thoughtfully. He still wasn’t convinced that Hermione wanted him past him being familiar. Granted, she had tried to be with someone else, though she hadn’t gone about it the right way. She should have dated around first, found someone who caught her eye. Then again, being a Knight didn’t really afford that advantage. Finally he figured that he’d get what he could take. She’d said herself that she couldn’t promise forever. No one could. She was at least clear on that fact. But he couldn’t think on it anymore. Her time was up.
He entered to hear her sobbing quietly. He sat his coffee down on the nightstand and untied her hands, pulling her into his lap and allowing her to cry it out. That had been a rather harsh punishment for such a small infraction but he had a feeling that she’d more than learned her lesson. The way she clung to him let him know that he’d found the proper punishment for actual behavioral correction.
“How are you?” he asked softly, stroking her hair.
“That was awful,” she blubbered. “I thought I was…”
He pulled her face up to meet his, studying the way she was shutting down. “Why didn’t you use your safe word?”
“Not like you could hear me,” she said bitterly.
He smiled and shook his head. “Trust me, I would have heard it. Your collar tells me when you need me. I’m not a harsh Dom. I don’t like leaving my subs alone any more than they like being left alone. But I hope you realize that I don’t take too kindly to you refusing to take responsibility for your safety… or calling me names because I do for that matter.”
She sniffled and rubbed the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Such a good girl,” he purred, feeling her tremble in pleasure. She really did love this. “You’ve taken your punishment very well. And you even apologized without prompting. That deserves a reward.”
He put her back on the bed, motioning for her to put her hands back on the headboard. A few quick ties later, she was helpless and loving it. He took his robe off and climbed in behind her, stroking her back before placing a few kisses down her spine. He took time to warm her back up, gentle kisses and soft touches, brushing against where she wanted him most without actually providing enough contact. The emotional shift was almost immediate but he didn’t want to jar her that badly. When she started trying to grind against the air, he knew she was ready.
“Now,” he hissed. “You’ll feel the real me. Are you ready?”
“Oh please, Sir,” she whimpered.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side roughly, making her back arch. Then he entered her in one swift thrust. Her warmth was so welcome, especially since he was beginning to ache from the lack of activity or relief. He felt like he could pound stone. But she was much better than stone and he didn’t go easy on her, slamming into her over and over, listening to her cries of pleasure as he hit her hard and fast as deep as he could. One more sharp tug on her hair and she went over, trying frantically to undo her hands.
He wasn’t through with her yet. He kicked her legs out wider, sliding his knees under her and pulling her into his lap. She writhed on top of him, using the headboard to push back against him as he thrust up. He reached around and played with her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples roughly, enjoying her shrill cries. He paid close attention, making sure he hadn’t gone too far. He hoped she remembered her word.
“More,” she choked as he lunged up and tilted his hips, hitting the perfect spot to make her come undone.
He held her close as she trembled, hovering on the edge of another orgasm. He reached down and flicked her clit, sending her over into and climax that had her screaming so loud he was concerned for his ear drums. She clamped down on him like a vice and he couldn’t take it anymore, thrusting up as hard as he could and letting go with a shout. White spots danced in his eyes as the best orgasm of his life flowed through him.
When he could finally breathe again, he untied her and made sure that she wasn’t hurt. There would be marks, maybe a few bruises, but nothing he couldn’t take care of with a little bruise paste and a muscle relaxer. Too tired to move much, he scooted backwards, groaning as he slid out of her. He couldn’t wait to have another go, but right now he needed sleep. They both did. She curled up in front of him, wiggling as far back into him as she could get before passing out in sated bliss. He smiled, and put his arm around her, holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her. He could get used to this.
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He was having the most amazing dream. Hermione was in his bed wearing his collar and sucking him off. The things that she could do with that tongue had him cursing in three different languages. Where she’d learned that he had no idea but he wasn’t going to complain. He didn’t want to wake up from this but there was something niggling in the back of his mind that wasn’t right. Then it hit him and his eyes flew open wide.
This was no dream. Hermione was actually between his legs, licking his cock like it was the best tasting lolly she’d ever gotten her hands on. Oh, her hands. One was massaging wherever her mouth couldn’t reach. The other, shit, it was cupping his bollocks, rolling them gently around, squeezing them. She pulled them slightly, reaching a finger back to press on his tight hole, massaging back up to his bollocks. It was enough to cause him to arch his hips, barely holding on to the thread of control he had. It wasn’t going to end like this.
With strength he didn’t know he had, he quickly yanked her off of him, flipping her over and pinning her to the bed. Her hands scrambled for purchase as he practically bent her in half, legs on either side of her head, and dove into her center, lapping and kissing and nibbling, making her scream in both surprise and lust. He was rewarded with a gush of juices, ones that weren’t tainted. She tasted fresh and sweet, just like he’d always imagined her to taste. He held her legs down with one hand and reached the other to insert his fingers, concentrating his tongue on her clit. She screamed when he quirked his fingers, quickly inserting a second one and suckling her. She tensed and flew apart, crying out his name over and over.
Before she could come down, he unfolded her and yanked her legs onto his shoulders, pulling her on top of him before bending her back in half and entering her roughly. She shrieked and writhed, trying to get away or closer, she couldn’t make up her mind. He pounded into her furiously, unable to hold himself back. He was a little worried at her reaction. He’d never really unleashed on her, despite what she thought. He could be soft and gentle but he loved it rough and she was finding that out now. Judging by the litany of curses that fell from her lips, she was loving it, too.
He quickly pushed her into another orgasm that sent her fingers into his hair, clawing at his scalp. The pain was beautiful and perfect, just what he wanted. He didn’t let her come down, instead pressing down harder and biting at her neck, leaving small little love bites in his wake. She went over again, gasping for air as she practically seized in his arms. He could feel himself getting close so he pulled her up to ride him, furiously jerking her hips back and forth as she clung to him and weakly bounced up and down. He seized her mouth in a brutal kiss and thrust up, tasting blood as he jerked her over him, finally coming in a bone-shattering finale. She was screaming into his mouth, clamping down on him and shuddering uncontrollably.
They fell to the mattress in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both gasping for air. It took some time to come down but they couldn’t move, too spent to even try. They drifted off, clinging to each other and still connected as intimately as they could be. It was his definition of heaven.
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“Dragon.”
“Malfoy.”
“Draco Malfoy, wake up damn it!”
Draco groaned and opened his eyes, coming face to face with a very alluring pair of honey brown eyes. They looked as tired as he felt. He could only imagine how she was feeling right now. He’d been an animal the night before, taking her three more times after her wakeup call between his legs. He was pretty sure they might have only gotten maybe two or three hours of sleep. What bloody time was it anyway?
“Malfoy, if you don’t get your arse out of bed, I’m going to march over there and kick it!”
Draco groaned again and gingerly untangled himself from Hermione, who was still lying partially on top of him. He hissed when his member slid out of her. How they’d stayed like that he could only guess, but he’d wake up every day like that if he could. He slid his arm out from under her and groped for his mirror, giving up and summoning the damn thing that was spewing insults every few seconds.
“You can do wandless magic?” Hermione mumbled sleepily.
“Basic charms,” he said. “Some intermediate, but I still need a wand to do my work.”
“Damn it, Malfoy. I’m not going to sit here all fucking morning and-“
“Potter, if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I’ll hex it closed,” Draco growled, finally answering his mirror with a sneer.
“It’s about damn time,” Harry huffed. “Kingsley is in a right mood. He’s been trying to get a hold of you all morning. Where the fuck have you been?”
“Home,” Draco said sleepily. “And what bloody time is it anyway?”
“It’s nine in the fucking morning,” Harry hissed. “You should have been here two hours ago.”
“So I’m late,” he growled. “Sue me.”
“Malfoy,” Harry warned. “Did you forget what today was?”
“Monday?” he asked drowsily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He lost focus as Hermione sat up to stretch, showing off her fabulous body. It was littered with purple bite marks this morning. And there were beautiful red marks crisscrossing her arms and wrists where he’d tied her. She looked at them curiously and then shot him a grin which he returned.
“Malfoy, are you even fucking listening?” Harry yelled.
“Not really,” he muttered. “What do you want?”
“Today is the day Hermione is supposed to return from her sabbatical, you idiot! And she isn’t here.”
“That’s because I’m here,” she said, lying back down on Draco’s chest and smiling into the mirror.
“Oh, thank Merlin,” Harry groaned. “We were worried that they had taken you.”
“They?” she asked darkly.
Harry quirked a brow. “You forget you’re a wanted woman.”
She sighed. “I’m remembering now. How bad?”
“Not really bad,” Harry hedged. “I mean, Creevey has been hanging around way too much. And… anyway-“
“No,” she snapped. “Harry Potter, you tell me the whole story this moment or I’ll kick your arse.”
Harry grinned. “You could too! Anyway I was, well, that is-“
“Spit it out, Potter!” Draco snapped.
“Ron’s looking for you,” Harry said softly. “He’s taken to stalking me and Kingsley to try and get a glimpse of you. I told him you were in meetings with Kingsley today to catch up on your work.”
Hermione chuckled. “Don’t need to catch up when you do all your work in a bloody cave, do you?”
Harry grinned again. “Too right. You two get up and get ready.”
“We’ll be there in a bit,” Draco said grumpily.
“And no long showers!” Harry called just as Draco snapped the connection.
“And no long showers,” Draco mimicked snottily.
Hermione giggled and got up, groaning as she went to take a step. “No offense, but I don’t think I could handle a long shower.”
He frowned and jumped up, wincing when his muscles protested. “Are you alright? Do you need a healing potion.”
“I’m fine,” she said softly. “I’ll just have to take a rain check on that shower.”
He smiled and pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently on the forehead. “Come on, pet. We’ll take a quick one… after a stop at the potion cabinet.”
She chuckled. “You suck at acting tough.”
“Only around you,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Only around you.”
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“You forgot something,” Harry said, pointing to the blue collar adorning Hermione’s neck.
She blushed and cleared her throat. “We didn’t forget it.”
“Hermione-“ Harry warned.
“Save it, Potter,” Draco cut in. “Think about it. Hermione decided to take a sabbatical on the grounds that she wanted to come to terms with all that’s happened to her before she married another man. Correct?”
Harry frowned but nodded just the same.
“And I’ve been questioned under veritiserum that I didn’t know where she was, correct?”
“Veritiserum?” Hermione gasped.
“Weasley is a little shit,” Draco growled. “Spiked my tea. Luckily, he didn’t ask the right questions. I carry the antidote around now so he can’t do it again. But at least I had no clue where your little cave away from home was.”
“So what is your point,” Harry said, interrupting Hermione’s upcoming comment.
“Well, Potter, you know me. What would be the first thing I would do upon learning that she was back?”
“Besides fucking her into the mattress and leaving her black and blue?”
Hermione blushed fuchsia and busily rubbed some bruise paste into her wrists. He chuckled and took it from her, rubbing tender circles in the tender flesh before kissing them. He moved on to her chest and neck, ignoring Potter on purpose.
Harry snorted. “You would mark her.”
“Exactly,” Draco said. “And since I am not allowed to place an actual ring on her finger.”
“A collar is the next best thing,” Severus said, startling them as he came up from behind them. “Clever choice. And she won’t have given it away that she wasn’t doing her job.”
“She’ll have to be careful,” Draco said, looking deep into Hermione’s eyes to make sure she understood the danger she was in. “They will want to test her.”
“I’ll make sure they can’t corner me,” she said. “And I’ll beat the shit out of Ron if he tries.”
Draco laughed. “As much as I would love to see that, you can’t let on that anything happened other than you trying to fight your curse. So if he tries it, ignore him and walk away. Push him away just like you were ordered. They’ll see your lunch together as an act of defiance and your pushing him away as the curse’s renewed strength.”
“Won’t he have felt the stone break?” Hermione asked, biting her lip in worry.
He pulled the plump petal from between her teeth and gave it a tiny kiss. “He will have felt a change. I have a feeling that your pimp isn’t well versed in the Dark Arts, just grasping at straws which would explain the shoddy work in the first place. Therefore, he’ll be looking for you to see for himself. He won’t be able to feel the bloodstone, just your connection to him.”
“It’s as good as a confirmation,” she said softly. “He hasn’t felt me in over six months.”
Draco nodded somberly. “We need him to come out. That’s the only way we’ll catch the bastard since you can’t point him out and he won’t be flushed out.”
“He’s never come himself,” she whispered.
Draco nodded. “Well, he’ll call to you through the stone, which won’t work. He’ll have to come because I guarantee anyone he sends won’t be good enough to get you.”
“How do I tell you who it is?” she asked despairingly.
“You can’t say who he is,” Severus drawled. “But that won’t stop you from hexing him.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
Draco frowned and pulled her head around. “Let me see.”
She opened her eyes wide and allowed him to enter her mind. He searched for long moments, examining the bits of pieces of her torment that weren’t blocked out from the spell. He didn’t want to hurt her so he didn’t push but he’d seen enough. He pulled out and gave her a second to regroup.
“He’s counted on the bloodstone to control you. You could kill him if you wanted, if you can fight the fear that his face will no doubt trigger. There is nothing stopping you from hurting him now.”
She nodded, blinking back the tears that wanted to fall. “Let’s do this then, shall we?”
“Be careful,” Harry warned. “Ron’s still lurking about Kingsley’s office trying to corner you.”

AN: Hope this was worth it. I wrote at work and risked getting a write up just for you guys. ;) As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. That's why I push the envelope. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!!!
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