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Blood on the Ground	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15292 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione could not be inside the building while Draco was being freed. She was anxiously waiting outside with Harry and Narcissa flanking her. Mr. King was inside, hidden in the shadows behind Draco as his sentence was read aloud.

Free. The thought was continuously ringing through his head as he turned in the gloom. FreeFreeFreeFREE! He finally jumped off the pedestal he had been standing on and let out a whoop of joy.

Mr. King stood and called out his name. Draco turned and found him in the shadows, holding out his hand. “Mr. Malfoy, I am Mr. King, the solicitor your mother, friend, and girlfriend hired as your defense. Would you like to go outside to see them?” He held out a bundle of cloth which turned out to be a suit of Draco’s.

He placed Draco’s wand into his palm. Draco felt the surge of magic at the familiar wood molding to him. He cleaned himself and changed his clothing within seconds. They stepped into the elevator and went up. The foyer was lit from the cloudy sky visible through the huge windows. They walked toward the revolving door and into the middle of Muggle London.

Hermione let out a shriek of joy and bounded across the courtyard of the building. Narcissa was sobbing and Harry helped her to walk to her son.

Hermione flew into his arms and kissed his face over and over, her tears of joy smearing over his pale skin. He was laughing at her and allowed the display.

Mr. King had turned and was very interested in the fountain in the square before him.

Hermione released him as his mother came closer and wiped his face with a handkerchief, laughing and sobbing at the same time.

Narcissa kissed his cheeks and hugged him for a full minute. She stepped to the side, dabbing her eyes gently with her handkerchief.

Harry looked at Draco with a grin on his face. Draco offered his hand, but Harry instead put his arms around Draco and fiercely hugged him for a moment. Draco patted Harry’s shoulder a little awkwardly.

Another party was planned at the flat Hermione and Draco shared for the following evening. Draco insisted on buying Hermione yet another new ball gown. She objected, like she always did, but at Narcissa’s insistence she relented and allowed him to buy it anyway.

Hermione and Draco spent much of the afternoon with Narcissa, shopping for Hermione’s perfect dress. They finally found an ivory dress with an empire waist and a sweetheart neckline which was perfectly tailored for her by the shop they purchased it from. Her hair appointment was scheduled and she got new shoes to go with the dress.

Finally with the sun setting, Narcissa back in St. Mungo’s and the door shut, Hermione felt she might be able to relax.

That was until Draco nodded his head toward the bedroom with that predatory expression on his face. Hermione’s pulse quickened. She walked slowly before him down the hall, taking her hair down and combing through it with her hands. She glanced over her shoulder at him just as she turned to the bedroom door, his eyes were dark and he was watching her bite her lip with an intensity she had never seen from him.

He crossed the threshold of the door and closed the door behind him softly. “Get on the bed.” He ordered. She leisurely crawled onto the bed on all fours, her pencil skirt pulling tight over her bum with her movements. He smacked her hip lightly and she whimpered. “Stay just like that.” He said.

One leg bent more under her than the other and her arms supporting her weight, she froze. She could feel the flowy fabric of her sleeves tickling her arm as she felt herself beginning to shake slightly.

“Have you been a good girl in my absence?” He asked slipping her shoes off her feet. He gently smoothed the stockings on her ankles.

“I think so.” She answered. Then she added, “Sir,” As an afterthought. She was already starting to ache for him deep inside, and he had not yet touched her.

“Mmm,” He sighed, sinking a knee onto the bed next to her foot. “It’s a yes or no question, Granger. Answer.”

“Yes sir?” She half moaned as he moved his stroking hand up to the back of her unexposed thighs. She could feel herself soaking her panties.

“So you haven’t touched this pussy without permission?” He inquired moving his hands to cup her covered bum. She moved her hips slightly backward, trying to get him to touch her more.

Realization of what he just said hit her, Oh shit. She thought as she whipped her head to look at him.

His hand came down hard on her hip again, with a resounding slapping noise. “Did I ask you to look at me?” He asked harshly.

She turned her face around again looking at their curtained windows. “No, sir, you didn’t. I’m sorry.” He smoothed his hand gently over the area he had just hit.

“Now answer my question,” He said authoritatively.

“I have been a bad girl, sir. I didn’t know...” She trailed off as his hand was taken away from her and she felt the bed shift as he stood.

“You didn’t know?” She could hear his belt clinking as he took it off. The leather made a smooth whisper across the fabric of his pants. “You didn’t know you needed permission?” He clicked his tongue as though saddened by the news.

“No, sir, I didn’t know.” She answered, her throat tight in anticipation. His hand was on her bum again, rubbing it. He slapped it once more.

“You didn’t think, ‘This is His pussy, I shouldn’t touch it without Him here’?” She felt the leather belt stroking across her covered spine and she shivered. “You didn’t think that I wouldn’t punish you for doing it?”

She whimpered as he slid her skirt up her legs. The tops of her thigh-high stockings were exposed. The straps of silver ribbon holding them up, and the black garter belt attached to them were slowly exposed to the cool air of the room.

He hissed in appreciation of her underwear selection for the day. Emerald green lace covered the top part of her now exposed bum, collecting towards her center and wrapped elegantly around her soaked crotch. “Ah, Granger, I would think you knew you did something wrong, since you tried so hard to make it up to me.” He caressed the panty clad ass cheek reverently. “Look at how pink you are already.” He touched his handiwork.

“I swear I didn’t know, sir. I’m sorry.” She whispered.

He tickled the exposed flesh with the belt. “How many times?” He asked.

“Five,” She answered after a quick calculation.

He hit her softly with the hard leather, the belt making a hard smacking sound where it hit itself from being folded in half. “One,” He whispered.

The next was slightly harder and on the other cheek, “Two.”

The third was harder yet and crossed the first one, doubling the pain, “Three,” He said, his voice gruff.

The next was yet harder, the leather’s noise nearly drowning her whimper of pain. “Four.”

The last was delayed as he rubbed his hand across the stinging flesh, his callused hand like sandpaper across the reddening stripes. “Five,” He said with a final smack of leather across both cheeks. She cried out with the last, the sting racing through her body.

His fingers brushed against her throbbing mound from behind and he rubbed it slowly. She cried out and pushed back, trying for more friction. The lace over her smooth lips was maddening.

He chuckled and pulled his hand away. Hermione could feel her wetness leaking through the lace.

His legs were suddenly pressing against the inner sides of her calves and she could feel his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back to rest against his chest. The fabric of his pants shifted against her sore skin and she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he cupped her breasts through her shirt. He rested his chin in the junction of her neck and shoulder and took a deep breath in.

She could feel his hardness against her cheeks, throbbing against her heated flesh. “I’ve missed you,” He said softly into her neck. The movement of his lips and the little tickles of his breath forced a throb throughout her body.

“I missed you too, Mr. Malfoy.” She whimpered. Her body was stretched tightly and she could not move. She still felt him thrust against her unconsciously to her term of address. Even after all the time that had passed, he still reacted strongly to that term.

He growled in her ear, “You trying to force me to hurry, little Granger?”

She gasped, his power was overwhelming, “No, sir. Never.”

He kneaded her nipples for a few moments, still forcing her to stay in position against him. Suddenly he ripped her blouse open, shooting buttons across the room to ping against the window pane. Her matching bra was nearly ripped off her body too, before Draco looked down and noted it. He pushed her back down onto her arms and stood quickly.

“Stand next to me.” He commanded. She crawled off the bed and stood where he was indicating with his hand. He pulled open her ruined shirt and admired her for a second. “Take down the skirt, leave everything else on.”

She reached for the zip on the side and lowered it. The skirt was pushed off her hips by her own impatient hands. She stood straight again and he stared at her with a feral look crossing his features. “Granger.” His voice sounded strangled, so he cleared it, “Undress me.” He said, and unbuttoned his cuffs.

She stepped forward, a little shy. The vest was easy. Four buttons and she gently pushed it over his shoulders. She let it drop to the floor.

She unbuttoned his shirt, which was the only experience she had undressing a man before. Every other time, he had usually had her tied up by this point. Pushing the opened shirt over his shoulders, she watched it flutter to the floor. She hesitated at his waistband.

“Get on your knees Granger, you’ll see it better,” He suggested. When she looked up at him, he was smirking.

She slid down his body and looked at the lump in his trousers, trying to figure out how to get his pants off without hurting him. She put her hands on his stomach and watched the muscles contract under her touch. Her eyebrow shot up and she realized he had offered her a little bit of control.

She unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper, enjoying the sound of its purr, and surprised at how long the zipper was. He was right of course, from the angle she had looked at it before, she had thought the zip was as short as those on her jeans. From her knees, she could see his was much longer. The pants were caught on his bulge and she stopped herself from giggling. She carefully pulled them forward so the slack from the back made it over his bulge. He took a shaky breath as they slid over the sensitive area.

The pants slid down his legs as she released them and his prick jutted under his boxers proudly. She licked her lips and glanced at his face. His eyes were half closed and he was watching her closely. “Take them off,” He rasped, as though his throat were dry.

She repeated the process of pulling them forward to make room for his impressive length. His pheromones hit her and she could feel her eyes dilating. This beautiful pale dick was what she had been so desperately missing. She pushed the fabric to pool with his pants.

She looked up his scarred chest at his flushed face and decided to risk it. She pressed her lips against his heat and felt him flex against her. She opened her mouth, unbidden and sucked his head past her lips.

He growled above her, “Careful, Granger. Don’t get too ambitious.” She looked up at him with his dick still in her mouth and gave him a saucy wink. She sucked him harder and moved her head, mimicking what she wanted him to do to her wetness soaking through her panties.

She heard him groan above her as she wrapped her tongue around his head and slipped him back into her mouth, deeper this time. His hands wrapped themselves in her hair and he held her loosely while she continued her ministrations. “Play with your tits for me, Granger,” He growled.

She wrapped her small hands around the weight of her breasts and moaned at the contact.

“Fuck, Granger, did I ever tell you how good it feels when you moan around my cock?” He groaned, thrusting against her mouth for a second before allowing her to take back control.

She pinched her nipple and moaned again. He shifted his weight and she took him into her throat. He growled again, and she could feel him pulsing in her mouth. His voice was harsh as he asked her, “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve cum?” She looked up at him and made a negative noise in her throat. He groaned again, “Since the night before the Hogwarts thing. Fuck Granger, you keep doing that and it’ll be soon.”

She had an evil plan. She dipped her hand lower than he had ordered, but he didn’t notice. She moved her panties to the side with one hand, her finger was soaked as soon as she touched herself. She moaned as she brushed against her clit. She touched herself more forcefully and felt the sweet agony of need race through her body. She moaned again, closing her eyes.

His grip tightened in her hair and he started thrusting against her mouth. “You think I don’t know you’re touching yourself. You fuck that pussy and remember you have permission. I’m going to cum all over you tonight.” He grunted.

She followed instruction and slipped a finger into her waiting opening. She moaned around him. She added another and began moving them in time with his thrusts into her mouth. Her body was rocketing towards a much deserved orgasm when he ordered her, “Stop.”

Her eyes flew open and she stopped her fingers, despite her body screaming desperately for her to continue. She looked up at him. His face was contorted into a fierce determination and he moved her face with the force of his thrusts. “You swallow this cum,” He grunted. Her mouth was filled with his salty cum, so much of it she nearly choked. “Swallow it, Granger.” He ordered, keeping himself in her mouth.

She allowed it to slide down her throat with some difficulty. It was very hard to swallow with her mouth open, but she managed to swallow it all. He pulled his dick out of her mouth, still hard.

She licked her lips and took a deep breath. Her hand was still in her panties and the other was still loosely cupping her breast. “Clean it off, Granger.” He said with a smirk. His hair was mussed when she glanced up at him, his eyes steel. She leaned forward and used just the tip of her tongue to flick across the glistening skin. “Quicker, Granger. You want it in that pussy, don’t you?” He asked, mockingly.

She shoved it into her throat again, roughly and sucked hard, keeping her lips taut around him. He came out slowly as she used her lips to squeeze the mixture of her saliva and his semen off efficiently. He groaned above her, closing his eyes and simply enjoying the feelings she stirred in him. He popped out of her mouth and he ordered, “Stand.”

She stood on shaky legs next to him, her ruined blouse moving against her bared skin. She waited for his next command as he stared at her. His hand flicked one of the lapels of her shirt over her shoulder and he stared at her body intently.

Just when Hermione was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable, Draco said, “Get on the bed. All fours.”

She crawled back onto the bed and followed his command. She heard him make a strangled sound in his throat and almost turned to look, but stopped herself at the last second. “Look at that pretty ass. All red and swollen,” He touched her gently with his fingertips. She whimpered slightly in her arousal. “I’ve dreamed of this moment all month.” His fingertips traced the lines of her panties and she moaned. He took the straps off the garter and unhooked it.

She could feel him rolling her panties down her hips, the lace whispered down her thighs. He left them around her knees and she felt his tongue stroking over her wetness. She cried out and pushed her hips backward. He chuckled and backed off. She heard him make a popping sound with his mouth, and suddenly she felt a slick pressure on her other hole. He circled the sensitive skin with his slick finger and Hermione had a moment of fear.

“Shh, don’t worry love. Just the one finger today,” He pushed her shoulder down and she rested her face on the bed with her ass high in the air. She felt his tongue replacing the finger on her puckered hole.

She moaned uncontrollably at the unusual sensations floating through her body. His face backed off and there was an insistent pressure pushing into her. “Relax, Granger.” She tried to comply. His tongue slid between her folds and she felt her body suddenly relax, trying to get him anywhere inside of her. “There’s a good girl,” He whispered against her. His tongue continued lapping at her juices and she felt a thrust from his finger.

She cried out in pleasure. He moved it again and she moaned into the covers. He slowly began to thrust into her in time with the agonizingly slow pace of his tongue. Her hips rocked in time with his movements and she was nearly sobbing in pleasure after a moment of this torture.

He moved away, keeping his finger inside of her, she felt it twisting as he moved and she felt the heat of his penis pressing against her lips. She thrust her hips back slightly, desperate for the orgasm slowly approaching. He relented and pushed himself slowly into her. His finger kept the same pace, even as he groaned in pleasure. He began to thrust into her, inward as his finger slid out, out as his finger went in. She realized she was speaking, repeating “Fuck,” over and over again under her breath.

Suddenly she screamed her release and she thrust her body roughly backwards against him.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Hours passed before Draco was finally finished making up for lost time. Hermione had complained to him one day that he never left any bruises on purpose. As he handed her a glass of water and looked at her sweaty face, he smirked, knowing she would have plenty the following morning. Their time apart had been hard on him, being confined was never pleasing, but to also not have an outlet for his sadistic side, no ability to see far into the gloom of his cell, and no power he’d spent the entire time moping about her.

She had been on his mind constantly. In the darkness he could almost imagine her standing before him. That eased his concern regarding her activities in his absence. He’d tried everything to get her out of his mind at first, his natural instinct to hide what he could not protect taking over. After the first week, he had allowed his mind to relax, realizing that they were not interested in harming her, only him.

Now he stared at her while she was lying peacefully on the bed with her hair sticking to her forehead and sweat covering her flushed face. He was debating when to ask her the most important question of his life.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. His heart gave a mad leap for joy.

“I think I could sleep for days,” She whispered, shutting her lids again.

“I want to ask you something, Hermione,” He answered, standing back up.

She made a noise of inquiry in her throat, something like, “Hmm?”

He picked up his pants and got the small box from the pocket with a glance at her. She still had the satisfied smile on her face and her eyes were closed.

He got down on his knee, feeling sappy and corny at the same time. He took her small hand from behind her head and she sleepily opened her eyes. Her glance went to his hand and she caught sight of the ring box. Her eyes slowly widened as she looked at it.

“Hermione.”

“Yes?” Her voice sounded breathless and she was blushing.

“Will you marry me?” He flicked the box open with his thumb as he had been practicing in his pocket for most of the day while they had been shopping. Her eyes opened yet wider as she stared at the princess cut sapphire with a diamond flanking each side.

He could see her eyes filling with tears and he waited. She lay frozen, staring at the ring for a moment, tears finally falling. He shifted his weight and said, “Hermione, you’re killing me. Will you or won’t you?”

“Yes of course I will,” She laughed. She sat up and pulled him back onto the bed, still laughing. He put the ring onto her finger and it shrunk to the correct size. Luckily, he had asked her father before he’d gone to Azkaban, otherwise they would not be officially engaged.

A/N: That’s it! I’ll leave you with a sappy ending, because I want to. You can imagine the two of them living happily ever after, whatever says happy to you. I think my brain is sick of this story… I’ve been having a lot of trouble writing these last two chapters. Anyway, Thanks for reading! Reviews? Ratings? Maybe you ought to visit the forum? I’ve responded there for the last 3 reviewers… http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/50425-blood-on-the-ground-dmhg-discussion-time/?p=331327
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