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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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“Ugh.”
Draco looked up with a smirk as Hermione came bursting into his office and practically threw herself into a chair across from him.
“Trying day?”
She snorted and crossed her arms. “Besides being so sore I can scarcely move, I’ve got to deal with Ron trying to break through my wards every five minutes. Rita Skeeter has practically salivated a puddle in front of my door trying to get the true story of my sabbatical though she won’t dare use her animagus form to do so. Not to mention the fact that Dennis has been demanding an audience with me since I set foot in my office.”
Draco’s face went stony at that and he put his quill down. “How bad?”
She sighed. “My secretary has been instructed to hex him a new pair of legs if he tries it again. Apparently the antennae and wings didn’t get the message through.”
“How are you?” he asked softly, studying the stress lines on her face.
She sighed and rubbed her eyes. “I wish I wouldn’t have come back.”
“Really,” he said flatly.
She gave him a watery smile. “In the public eye, that is. I am glad I am back. It was lonely.”
“It’ll calm down. You’re a novelty again.”
“I don’t want to be a novelty! I just want to be Hermione again.”
“You haven’t been Hermione for a very long time.”
She sniffled. “I know.”
He sighed and pushed back from the desk, motioning for her to come around. “Come here.”
She practically flew into his arms, sobbing into his chest. He felt bad for her. It was a lot to deal with after six months of separation from the wizarding world. He remembered Potter falling apart, too. Severus had been his rock then and that was where their relationship had sprung from. Draco was happy they had found each other. He was glad she’d come to him now, too. He jerked in surprise when his door flew open.
“Malfoy! Have you- oh, thank Merlin.” Harry collapsed in the chair Hermione had just vacated. “I thought Creevey might have gotten through and taken her.”
“Like he’s good enough to get her,” Draco growled.
“He isn’t,” Harry said. “But you can’t blame a bloke for being worried.”
“Suppose not,” Draco said, kissing Hermione’s ruffled mane. She hadn’t even budged to acknowledge her friend. “She’s a little overwhelmed.”
“I know the feeling,” Harry said, sighing. “I’m not sure what I would have done without my lover.”
“Besides dueling through St. Mungos?”
Harry chuckled. “There is that, but I meant after I returned. It made such huge news. First the Brightest Witch of the Age disappears for a month and returns as a recluse and then the Savoir of the Wizarding World leaves and comes back wanting to be an auror. Who next?”
“The weasel who would cling,” Draco said through gritted teeth when he caught the red hair in his doorway.
Harry turned and frowned, seeing Ron lurking in the hallway. He shut the door with a snap of his wand. “That’s going to be a problem.”
“After this is cleared up, Hermione can beat the shit out of him and be done with it,” Draco said.
Hermione huffed and turned, lying her cheek on his chest. “I suppose I’ll have to apologize for being so cold to him and then tell him in no uncertain terms do I ever want anything to do with him in a romantic capacity.”
Harry laughed. “Romantic capacity, who talks like that?”
“Brightest witch,” Draco said slyly.
Hermione sniffed. “Anyway, if that doesn’t work, then I will kick his arse.”
Draco frowned when his office pager buzzed.
“Mr. Malfoy, Dennis Creevey is demanding an audience with you, says it’s urgent, something about your upcoming trial. I told him you were busy but he insists that it can’t wait.”
“Son of a bitch,” Draco hissed. “I can’t turn him down because they’ll call it failure to compromise. Potter, under your cloak. Pet, you need to slide under the desk.”
Hermione giggled a bit hysterically. “Would you like anything while I’m down there?”
He grinned. “I wouldn’t ask if I were you.”
She blushed and slid down from his lap before pulling her Knight robe from her skirt pocket. Draco did love expandable pockets. He watched as the black cloak settled around her shoulders before she slunk under his desk. He thanked the Ministry again for having closed front desks that reached the ground. They made excellent hiding places… and pleasurable ones as well.
Draco reached over and hit the button on his desk. “Send him in Patricia.”
Creevey came in with almost as much force as Potter did, but his eyes were dark and narrow. He looked like someone had steeped him in Dark Magic and unleashed him. Come to think of it, that was probably closer to the truth. Draco sat back in his chair as calmly as he could and stared the man down.
“Malfoy,” Creevey spat.
Draco merely steepled is fingers, elbows on the desk. “Creevey.”
Silence. Draco was rather amused that Dennis was speechless. It seemed his curse was warring with his good sense. For the moment, good sense actually seemed to be winning. But he didn’t have time for this. Hermione couldn’t stay under his desk forever and Potter had work to do but he wouldn’t leave until this was settled. Finally, Draco sighed and decided to break the stalemate.
“I assumed you needed something more urgent than admiring my physique.”
That snapped Creevey out of it. “They said she was here.”
“Who?” Draco drawled.
“Your fiancé,” Dennis said with a sneer. “Or have you forgotten about her.”
Draco let out a grunt then, more out of surprise of what was happening beneath his desk than what Creevey had said. A tiny little hand had reached up and started caressing his member through his trousers. Naughty little minx, how he loved her. He wished he could tell her without fear of her freaking out. But that was a thought for another time. He had to concentrate on Creevey, who was now looked at him with clear disgust. He grabbed her hand and held it still, leveling his stare on Creevey.
“Of course I haven’t forgotten about her,” Draco drawled. “And she tells me you have been a pain in her arse all day. What business do you have with my girl?”
“Your girl?”
Draco sniffed and his incredulity. “She is mine. And you work with criminals, not creatures. I’ll only say this once, so mark my words. If you try to meet with her one more time, you’ll have more than an extra pair of legs to deal with.”
Dennis paled, flinching at the mention of an extra set of legs. Chances were, he’d already had them removed. But his threat had the intended effect. He could see the curse writhing behind his eyes, struggling to ask more but he was doing a good job of wrestling with it. Instead of opening his mouth, he abruptly turned around and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
Draco pushed back in his chair and practically jerked Hermione off the floor and onto his lap. “You’ll pay for that you naughty little nymph.”
He promptly turned her over on his knee and gave her five swats, light but sharp enough to get his point across. She squealed but made no move to stop him. He turned her back over, helping her sit on his knees before kissing her nose.
“That was dirty quidditch.”
She pouted and batted her eyelashes. “I didn’t want you to forget I was there.”
Potter’s chuckle stopped Draco’s retort. “You are a little tart, Hermione.”
Hermione sniffed. “And you grabbed my Dom’s crotch and proceeded to hump him in front of his father. What does that make you?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open in shock. “How did you know that?”
She smirked. “I started talking to ghosts.”
“Back up,” Draco said before they could get into it. “Your Dom?”
She blushed red. “Well, I thought that, I mean, this is your collar so… and I didn’t want to say Master but if you’d prefer that… I mean I just-”
“Stop,” he ordered, placing his finger on her mouth. “I like it just fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so comfortable with the term. And I agree that you don’t need any Masters. I know I’ve had enough to last me a lifetime.”
“Not to interrupt your sappy moment of closeness,” Harry said. “But I don’t think Creevey is just going to bow out gracefully.”
“No,” Draco sighed, pulling Hermione into his chest. “I should expect Hermione’s previous Master to show any moment. And I can’t have him arrested without proof. We’ve not been able to make anything stick to the others. I’m afraid without a confession there isn’t much we can do. I mean, she can’t exactly point him out.”
“You said you would know,” Hermione whispered.
“I will know,” Draco said smoothly. “But short of killing him and hiding the body, I can’t do much else.”
“He’ll never confess,” she said.
Draco hummed. “He might.”
“I don’t follow,” Harry said.
Draco shifted so Hermione could curl up under his chin. “Well, let’s put all of our clues in one basket. First, we know he’s mad with grief, so that means he’ll be as far from rational as you could get. He’s proven this as well. I mean, kidnapping the Brightest Witch of the Age, not rational. Trying to blackmail her, not rational. Using Dark Magic to enslave her, not rational. He’s also ignored her safety and cover if it meant getting what he wants, like sending Creevey in even though we just raided.”
“So he’s insane,” Harry said. “Doesn’t mean he’s stupid.”
“No,” Draco agreed. “In fact, he is quite smart. He’s managed to enslave some of the bravest Gryffindors around, blackmailing some into doing his bidding, and convincing dozens of others that he was correct in his thinking. He’s got to be charismatic for that. I saw what he did to Creevey. He was passionate and angry, something that does appeal to people who are grieving. But it presents a fatal flaw.”
“Being,” Harry drawled.
“He likes to argue… to prove himself. Hermione, how long did he argue with you?”
She massaged her throat, trying to sort out a word that wouldn’t give anything away. “All.”
“So he argued with you the entire month, even during torture and enslavement,” Draco said. Her eyes welled up. “I’ll take that as a yes. And the point is that he was trying to prove he was right, to justify his actions even though you were already unable to deny his bidding.”
“You think he’ll try to prove it to whoever confronts him,” Harry breathed.
“Precisely,” Draco said. “I believe he has justified what he has done to Hermione as a greater good type of situation, like Dumbledore using Snape despite the danger. Only in reverse. He’s as bad as the Dark Lord but he’s justifying it as the right thing.”
“Insanity at its finest,” Harry said dryly.
Draco sniffed. “I’d say so. If this pattern in behavior persists, all he needs is to be confronted and pushed just a little and he’ll blow, thinking he can just kill or enslave whoever doesn’t bow to him. I’d imagine he has an overinflated image of himself now. One doesn’t just enslave the brightest witch of her age without some level of skill. But it wasn’t his skill. It was her compassion.”
Hermione sobbed a little. “I’m a fool.”
“You’re perfect,” Draco said. “And I’d no sooner see you without compassion as I would Potter without his cockiness.”
“So you like my cock,” Harry said with a grin.
Draco quirked a brow. “Should I even touch that when your backside is still tender?”
Harry blushed and cleared his throat. “So our target is similar to Voldemort, twisted by love instead of power, justifying his actions as the greater good instead of a needs meet ends. He’s cold, calculating, and egotistical, all the same qualities.”
“But most importantly,” Draco said. “He’s reckless, something Voldemort wasn’t. He’ll send his lackeys to do the work but he’s left too many holes in his plot to cover his own arse. And he wants it too much. He won’t retreat when it’s the best logical tactic, which was Voldemort’s strong suit. It’s his weakness, one we need to exploit.”
“How?” Hermione whispered.
Draco frowned. “I’m afraid I know how but I don’t want to do that to you.”
“What?” she whispered.
Draco sighed and held her closer. “He has justified your treatment in his own eyes. He even makes sure you are out of the country before he makes his kills, perhaps a bit of mercy on his part. But you are still a Muggleborn and I am a Pureblood that was thought to side with the Dark Lord. He can treat you like filth but I can’t. If he were to see me treating you like I did to break the curse….”
“He’d think it ill treatment and go off,” Hermione said.
“I wish we could figure out who in the hell this guy is,” Harry growled. “We could just haul him in and go from there. I hate this waiting game, hoping he doesn’t find a chink in our armor.”
“I know more than he probably would like,” Draco admitted. “I had a feeling about him before but after searching through Dennis Creevey’s mind, I’ve learned that he was Collin Creevey’s lover. He really hates me because of what I did to Collin.”
Harry frowned. “What did you do besides bully him like you bullied everyone else?”
Draco shrugged. “I didn’t. His lover was still angry that I turned him into Umbridge and she made him write with the blood quill.”
“But you didn’t turn him in,” Harry said with a frown.
“He did,” Hermione whispered. “He turned us all in.”
“Because we were in Dumbledore’s Army,” Harry breathed, his eyes wide. “You knew him. We all did. And he used it against you.”
Hermione burst into tears, turning to bury her face in Draco’s chest. He alternated kissing her head and whispering that everything would be fine. He had never felt so helpless in his life. She had to work through it on her own, though. He couldn’t do it for her and he hated it.
“It always hurts worse when you know them,” Draco said softly. “As for who, it’s narrowed but not clear. I would think muggleborn but it seems he’s more focused on what side you were on versus your blood status. Then again, sides were largely based on blood status, so it equals out.”
“But was he in the Army?” Harry asked. “If he was, why would he be mad at you for turning us in and getting Collin hurt without concern for what you did to him?”
Draco sighed and rested his chin on Hermione’s head. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”
“We need a giant target,” Harry said after a while. “Something to make his blood boil.”
The thought came so suddenly Draco had to catch his breath. It was perfect, though extremely dangerous. Hermione’s attacker had a problem with pureblood supremacy views. Well, he’d have to show him what true authority was. And he already had the perfect platform.
“Hermione?” Draco asked.
She shuddered and wiped her tears, looking up at him beseechingly. “Yes Sir?”
He smiled at her address. “You want to be my submissive, don’t you?”
She snorted and nodded at the same time. “I’m wearing your bloody collar in public, aren’t I?”
He chuckled. “How do you think your old master would take the news that you’ve devoted yourself to a new one?”
“What are you suggesting?” Harry asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Draco grinned evilly. “What do you think Skeeter would do for a picture of what Hermione has really been up to for the past six months?”
“You aren’t making sense,” Harry snapped.
Draco smirked. “She’s made an astounding transformation as my sub, don’t you think?”
Harry’s eyes widened. “No. You’re going to let her photograph you like that?”
Draco frowned. “I’m not letting her do anything. She’s going to have to earn it… very quickly. I just wanted to make sure that everyone is okay with this, especially since it will be another sensation.”
Hermione took a deep breath and let it out. “If you think it will draw him out, I can weather anything that little cockroach can throw at me.”
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“Are you okay?” Draco muttered under his breath.
“Fine,” Hermione answered, wobbling only a bit.
Draco was having second and even third and fourth thoughts about his idea. It would definitely lure her attacker out of hiding but was it worth the scrutiny? As she teetered again, he almost called the entire thing off. But then he remembered what she’d been through and couldn’t. She could handle a little scandal. Besides, he would go after Rita in the courtroom and get a retraction to whatever defamation she decided to print.
“Ready,” Severus called, his voice disguised to sound eerily similar to the Dark Lord’s.
Draco straightened up, jerking on Hermione’s arms to throw her off balance. He had her thighs tied to her calves so she had to balance on her tip toes. Her wrists were tied together and draped over his arm so it was easy to make her lose balance and apologize for it. After she declared her unworthiness, he tugged on her arms and walked to the center of the circle, making her take tiny stumbling jumps so she could keep up.
This was insane, he decided. It looked too much like a Death Eater circle. Except it was the Knights that surrounded them now, all in non-descript black cloaks. He was glad it was them. It would make Hermione a bit more comfortable. Tonight would be a sensationalist approach to Domination. He was hoping Skeeter would get a picture of him collaring her. Hermione had done an excellent job of staying hidden so no one had seen her with it on yet. It would make front page news that she’d pledged herself as a slave to him and her attacker would see red.
“Master Malfoy,” Severus began, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. “Congratulations, you have trained your slave well.”
Draco gritted his teeth as Severus congratulated him on a job well done. Every time he called Hermione an unworthy mudblood he wanted to punch him. But it made it more believable. So he sat there and allowed his mentor and friend to praise his pure blood and thank him for teaching a mudblood her place, at his feet. When the planned speech was finally finished, Draco almost shouted for joy. Then he jerked Hermione down, wincing when her bare knees hit the dirt. He’d insisted on clothes but she had insisted on a skirt. He frowned at her squeak, throwing her hands down to scrape in the rocks in the old graveyard. It wasn’t the same one Voldemort’s father was buried in, but that hardly mattered. They looked similar on paper. It was enough.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” Draco asked imperiously.
“I am not worthy,” Hermione rasped, trying her best to make it sound like she’d been abused. She kept her eyes lowered and her head bowed but still high enough to where he could see it.
“And how do you feel about being my slave?”
She swallowed and sniffled like she was trying to keep from sobbing. “I never thought I would have such a magnificent opportunity. Thank you, Master. Thank you so much.”
“How would you like to thank your Master?”
“However my master wishes,” she answered automatically. “In whatever way his wishes whenever he wishes. I would never presume to choose on my own. I’m not worthy of that privilege.”
“Good slave,” Draco purred, surprised when her eyelids fluttered in pleasure. He didn’t think she would like this but it seemed that she did. It would make this next part easier. “And if I wanted to break you, bleed you, fuck you, use you, and then hand you to my friends to do the same?”
“If my Master wishes it,” she said, her voice wavering with the perfect amount of fear and intrigue. She sounded quite mad, almost like Bellatrix in her zealousness.
“These past six months have done wonders for you slave,” Draco said as loudly and clearly as he could. “I have enjoyed training you. You will accept my collar, won’t you?”
“Of course Master,” she said, producing real tears that looked like joyful ones.
He smirked and produced a collar, a different one than the one he’d given her the night before. This one was black and studded with diamonds, a gift befitting a Malfoy slave. He turned it so it would glimmer in the faint light of the charmed lanterns. It was a convincing glamour to be sure, made to look like there were sharp needles on the inside of the collar. He’d already prepped her neck with blood dust, a muggle concoction that brushed on as a power and turned into very convincing looking blood when wet. The glamour was hiding tiny bubble charms filled with water that would burst on contact so it would look like he’d actually placed a collar on her neck designed to stab her.
“Then you will bow and accept my generous gift like a good slave, won’t you?”
“Oh yes, Master,” she cried.
He waited as she stretched her arms out in front of her, lowering the front half of her body like she was worshiping him. If he were honest with himself, it turned him on more than anything had, to see the proud Gryffindor returned and kneeling at his feet. But he held himself in check stepping to the side as if she were filthy. Then he carefully slid the collar under her neck and snapped it up, allowing her hoarse scream. Then he buckled it and patted her neck a few times, waiting for her to scream again.
“Good slave,” he said as condescendingly as he could. “Now get up. I don’t want dirt on that collar.”
“Yes, Master,” she squeaked, hissing as she righted herself on her knees.
“Suck me off,” he ordered. “I should be rewarded for cleansing you of your filth.”
That order actually made him sick. There was nothing filthy about her. She was amazing and beautiful but he knew nothing would make her attacker angrier. He hoped Skeeter quoted him word for word. With any luck, this would hit the morning paper and her attacker would be at the Ministry by noon.
“Stop,” Severus ordered, making a large show of looking around nervously. “Someone has breached the wards. Depart!”
Draco picked Hermione up and spun on the spot, landing in the bedroom he’d already come to think of as theirs. He made quick work of her ties as the other members of the Knights filed in, having apparated to his parlor.
“Are you okay?” he asked her again, rubbing her legs and arms to get some blood flowing to them.
“I’m fine,” she said, her eyes a little dazed. “But, um, can we… can we talk?”
“Meeting tomorrow morning at six,” Kingsley said before Draco could answer. “We’ll need to assess the potential damage before the paper comes out. Adjourned.”
No one stuck around or asked any questions. They simply spun and walked out. That was the beauty of being a Knight. There were no elaborate proceedings, no methods of procedure, and best of all, unconditional trust. When they were gone, he pulled the collar off and began wiping the fake blood off of her with a summoned wet cloth. It had flowed down her neck and chest beautifully, staining the white sleeveless shirt she’d worn. He hoped Skeeter had gotten good pictures.
“What did you want to talk about?” he asked as he worked, marveling at how real the blood seemed.
“There is something wrong with me,” she said softly, looking away so she wouldn’t have to look at him.
“What is it? Are you hurt?”
“No,” she said quickly. “Not physically anyway. I just… why did I like that?”
He stopped what he was doing, cloth hovering over her collarbone and considered. Did she like the degradation? No, she’d first reacted against the curse when he’d insulted her. It was something else then. Ah, the affection in his voice when he’d appraised her. He had tried his best to be gentle while still appearing harsh. She’d responded beautifully. So it was her nature that she was afraid of. But he had to be sure. He didn’t want to get it wrong.
“Did you enjoy all the horrible things Severus said about you?”
She shuddered. “It was awful.”
“But you responded when I said I should be rewarded?”
She bit her lip in thought. “Not really. I think it was the order.”
He nodded and continued cleaning her. “Then you responded to the tone of my voice, the order and not the words. You are a submissive, pet. While you’re probably the strongest woman I’ve ever met, you get off on serving. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s actually the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Embrace it.”
She sighed. “How does a submissive become a Knight?”
He smirked. “Potter is a submissive.”
Hermione quirked a brow. “From what I hear, he topped you in the hospital.”
“An act,” Draco said. “I’ve seen him kneel more than once. He’s almost as pretty as you are doing so, all that power at Severus’s feet. It’s a heady thing.”
“When I kneel?” she asked a little hesitantly.
He smiled and banished the now dirty cloth to the loo. “I’m hard as stone. Kneel… and find out.”
She slid off the bed and knelt at his feet, her eyes trained on his groin. He was already hard from earlier but to see her willing, unbound, and following his every command was almost enough to send him over. But he held back and allowed her to see what she did to him. When she shivered he moved on.
“Suck me off.”
She looked at him then, a twinkle of humor in her eyes before she scooted forward and reverently lowered his zip. Her tiny hands were cool and a little rough from the graveyard as she wrapped them around him. He frowned and grabbed them, cleaning and healing them with a few spells before putting them back on his pulsing member. She didn’t waste time, immediately sucking him into her mouth and working him back and forth almost hitting her throat. Gods she was amazing at this. In just a few minutes he was at his limit.
He jerked her off of him by her hair and forced her to stand before pushing her into the bed hard enough that she lay down. He flicked his wand, divesting her of the lower half of her clothes and tested her readiness before throwing her legs over his shoulders and sinking home in one thrust. She moaned loudly at the feeling, her walls not used to his girth before he started a fast pace.
Their coupling was fast and furious, both too worked up to care about the chafing from their clothes or the fact that they’d ripped them up trying to get at each other. Draco hissed as she clawed him through his shirt, welcoming the pain. He normally didn’t allow his partners to touch him but he didn’t mind it rough. The fact that she had marked him was sort of kinky, not that he’d let her do it on purpose. But a memento of this would be nice when he was facing her attacker. He had a plan for wrenching a confession out of the sick fucker and it would definitely hurt her mentally.
“Oh gods,” she screeched, every muscle in her body tightening as she climbed her peak.
“Not God,” he said through gritted teeth. “But pretty fucking close.”
He slammed into her to the hilt, jerking her into him at the same time. She screamed, shaking uncontrollably as she clamped down on him. His orgasm was ripped from him and he was unable to keep from yelling her name, jerking uncoordinatedly as the pleasure coursed through him. Finally, they collapsed into a tangled heap. Tomorrow was going to be horrid but they had tonight.

AN: Draco, Draco, Draco. You're schemes kill me sometimes. You guys think it will work? This story is almost finished too. I can't believe it! As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. They are balm to my soul and food to my muse. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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