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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione followed Draco to the kitchen. He turned back towards her, tilting her chin up, brown eyes once again meeting grey. He spoke softly. "Sit, I'm going to make breakfast."
She began to move around him towards the stove. "Draco, I can.."
He grabbed her arm, her eyes whipping back to his. His tone no longer soft, his eyes now intense, his expression expectant. His voice was not loud, but the intensity was there all the same. "Did you not just offer me your submission, Pet? It seems we need to redefine the rules and parameters of our...relationship." His eyes moved from hers back to the chair.
She swallowed and sat in the chair. She opened her mouth to respond, but he silenced her with another look. "I'm going to fix you breakfast. You are going to eat every bite and then we are going to talk. We are going to re-evaluate and discuss where we go from here." He watched her, daring her to argue.
She looked down, conceding to his will. He was right. She had initiated this. She had kneeled, willing him to take control.
Draco walked to the fridge, pulling out eggs, cheese, tomatoes and onion. She watched as he placed everything on the cutting board. His back to her, she couldn't help as her gaze watched his back. It was smooth, his muscles defined. Just the simple movement of chopping onion and tomato causing the muscles of his shoulders, arms and upper back to ripple lightly. She could feel arousal building. Get a grip, Hermione! She reprimanded herself. She shouldn't be feeling arousal right now. She should be feeling regret, guilt even, but not arousal. She had just given Draco a blowjob, not minutes after Theo left. But, strangely, while sad, she didn't feel regret and she didn't feel guilt. She felt relief. Theo now knew. He now knew she had been with Draco before she left him. He now knew she was still with Draco, and he now knew she would never go back to him. She had no more secrets. Nothing to be ashamed of. She didn't realize until this moment how freeing that would feel.
Beauty pranced into the kitchen and rubbed against Hermione's legs. She reached down and stroked the cat behind the ears and down her back. Hermione noticed Draco sneak a peek at Beauty and then shift his feet a little. She waited for the cutting remark to come, insulting her new familiar, but it never did.
She hated not doing anything. "Can I do something to help?" He didn't respond. "Please? I need to be doing something."
He turned back towards her, his eyes no longer intense, but soft. "Pour us some juice and set the table." His tone was not quite as soft as his eyes, but she found it didn't bother her. Isn't this what you signed up for?
As she set the table, she pondered where their discussion would lead them. Sure, she was single now, but that didn't mean she wanted to be Draco's 24/7 submissive. She could never agree to that and if that's where he thought they were headed, he was going to be sorely disappointed. But, what did she want? She liked having Draco around, she wouldn't deny that. But, it wasn't just his Dominance that she liked. Him sleeping over last night had been nice. He had held her most the night. The intimacy was welcome. She hadn't been held while she slept in years. He was attentive during the night as well. Adjusting the blanket over her to be sure she was warm enough, yet making sure she didn't get too hot as well. She had liked him taking care of her, even in her half asleep state.
She grabbed the pumpkin juice from the fridge and poured two glasses. You're rebounding, Hermione, she told herself. Was she though? She had turned to Draco before her marriage had ended. The desire and attraction she had for him had started before she left Theo. Submission and sex, Hermione! That's what you had signed up for. But this...this is different. She sighed. Yes, but it feels right!
Her internal struggle was interrupted when strong hands gently wrapped around her waist pulling her back into a soft wall. "Relax, Pet. Stop worrying." She immediately felt the tension within her start to ebb away as she leaned back into him, his strong arms engulfing her.
"How did you know I..."
His voice was soothing, his breath on her neck caressing. "As I've told you many times, Pet. I know you. I could sense your tension from across the room." He kissed her neck. "You're wondering if this is a mistake, aren't you?" Before she could answer he spun her around and kissed her. His mouth devouring, his hands on her bottom and then up her sides, to her neck and to her face, where he held her as he pulled back. "This isn't a mistake, Pet. This is what should have always been. You're mine." He kissed her again, more gentle this time. "Now, let's eat and then we'll talk."
He turned away and walked back to the stove. He grabbed the pan and walked to the table, putting half the omelet on each of their plates. "Sit," he commanded.
She sat down, staring at the plate in front of her. She really wasn't hungry.
"If I have to feed you, I will." She looked up from her plate into his determined expression. She picked up her fork and began to eat. After a couple bites, she realized how hungry she really was. It didn't take her long to finish. She even finished before Draco. She looked at him expecting to see a smug expression, shocked to find his expression not smug, but contemplative. His eyes went from her face to her empty plate and then back up again. "Would you like more? I can make you another omelet or something else?"
She slowly shook her head, "No."
He cocked his eyebrow. "No, what?"
"No, sir." She responded, realizing that he was merely following through with what she had started, and she found she respected him for it. He didn't become distracted and lose focus.
He stood and walked around the table, reaching his hand out to her. "C'mon, Pet. Let's go back upstairs." He noticed her uneasy expression as she looked around the dirty kitchen. After a short pause, he said, "Janky", his eyes on hers. Immediately a house elf appeared.
The haughty house elf bowed low. "Yes, Master Malfoy, sir?"
Draco sighed. "It's ok Janky. You can behave normal around Hermione."
The elf stood up and smiled at Draco and then at Hermione. His posture relaxed and his expression changed from snooty to adoring as he looked up at Draco. "Janky is happy to be called by Draco. Janky was worried when Draco didn't come home last night."
Draco smiled at the elf. "Janky, you don't need to worry about me. I promise." He gestured towards to Hermione. "This is Hermione Granger. You might be seeing a lot of her.."
Unable to contain his excitement, the house elf interrupted Draco and beamed up at Hermione. "Janky knows all about the young Miss Hermione Granger! Janky read all about her in Kreacher's autobiography; "Born to Serve and Lessons on Purity."
"Kreacher wrote a book?" Hermione exclaimed.
Janky beamed up at her. "Oh yes! Kreacher tells all about Hermione Granger and her work to secure elf rights. He tells of the young miss's friendship with Harry Potter and Dobby and even Kreacher himself! Hermione Granger is brave and good!" The house elf bowed before her.
Hermione was stunned. She turned to Draco, who was rolling his eyes. "Janky, Hermione doesn't want you to bow to her anymore than I do! As you should know from reading that book!"
Janky straightened up, continuing to look at Hermione with awe. Draco cleared his throat. "So, Janky, would you mind cleaning this kitchen? I realize it's not my flat and if you are too busy, I won't be upset or angry. I don't want you feeling overwhelmed and I will, of course, add a k-nut to this weeks pay for the inconvenience."
The delight and joy on Janky's face was so overwhelming and evident that Hermione didn't have the heart to fuss. Draco continued, "in return for this task, I command you to take the evening off tonight and do something that you want to do for yourself. You are to try to have fun and are not to think about me and what I need. I will be perfectly fine for one night. I will look forward to seeing you tomorrow as I will have missed you and will want to hear all about what you did tonight."
Janky smiled up at Draco. "Janky will do as Draco say's and will seek out Tootsy, helping her with her chores so that she can finish early and spend time with Janky." The house elf said it all so fast that Hermione barely understood a word, but Draco understood perfectly. He would have to owl his mother to give Tootsy the night off as well.
All of a sudden there was a high pitched squeal. Janky leapt back and then jumped behind Draco's leg as Beauty sauntered into the room, her head and tail held high.
Draco sighed heavily and reached down, picking up the terrified house elf. If Hermione was shocked before, it was nothing compared to seeing a house elf being held in Draco Malfoy's arms. "I know Janky, I practically had the same reaction when I saw her last night," he said resignedly.
Hermione looked back at her cat, suddenly wondering if the cat truly was a menace. The way Draco and now Janky reacted to her was alarming...and yet funny at the same time. "Janky, why are you afraid of Cassiopeia?" Hermione asked the house elf, tentatively, not sure she wanted to know the answer.
The house elf began pulling on his ears as he nervously looked from the cat to Hermione and then back again. "Beast likes to jump onto Janky from behind corners and knock him down. She likes to torment Janky and knock dishes out of his hands so that they break. Beast is a baaaaaad, baaaaaad kitty." Janky make a face at beauty as he said the last part. Beauty merely stretched and yawned, clearly bored with the whole exchange.
Hermione bent over and picked up the monster sized cat. "Beauty, you are to leave Janky alone! Do not scare him, do not touch him and do not hurt him! If you in any way make him unhappy or uncomfortable, I will shut you up in the bedroom whenever he is here." The cat resisted being held and quickly fought her way out of Hermione's arms, retreating from the kitchen back towards the living room.
Hermione looked back towards to Janky. "Janky, if Beauty in any way taunts you, scares you or hurts you, you have permission to use magic on her to make her stop. You do not have permission to hurt her, but you can use magic to restrain her or block her from your person if you need to."
Janky beamed up at her. "Kreacher was right about young miss. She is kind and good and..."
With that, Draco put the house elf down. "Ok, ok, Janky. Thank you for your help. Hermione and I are going upstairs. I will see you tomorrow, Ok?"
The house elf looked up at him, "Yes, young master, Draco sir."
Draco sighed, "Just Draco, Janky. Just Draco. You don't need to address me formally when other's aren't around. You know this!"
"Yes, Draco. Janky still forgets. Janky will beat his head against the stone mantle when he get's back to Draco's flat."
Draco responded, kindly but firmly. "No Janky! You are not allowed to punish yourself! Ever! It's ok to make mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes and you will not punish yourself for making them."
Janky nodded quickly and nervously up at Draco. It was obvious Janky was having a hard time letting go of old practices.
Draco looked back at Hermione, reaching his hand out to her. "Come," he commanded, his tone less than patient.
Hermione took his hand, surprised by how he could go from sweet and adoring towards his house elf to commanding and Dominant towards her in a matter of seconds. The irony of the situation was not lost on her and she couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her.
She followed him up the winding stairs, his pace quick. When they reached the rooftop, Hermione was disappointed to find it was drizzling. Draco waved his wand, transforming one of the wrought iron tables into a huge canopy, protecting them from the light rain, yet allowing them to enjoy the fresh air.
He gestured for her to sit. She sat as directed, letting out a small huff of air. He sat and looked at her before clarifying, "so this conversation is just Hermione and Draco, ok? Not Sir and Pet."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I think that would be best."
He continued. "So, while you were sleeping in this morning, I was looking over the original rules I showed you before. I've tweaked them a bit to what I feel would be appropriate in our current situation. The limits I left alone. I'm assuming none of that has changed." He looked down at the parchment. "I just need to add something. He picked up the pen that was next to the notebook and parchment and began to write. After a minute, he put the pen down and handed her the parchment.
Submissive behavioral expectations while in the presence of the Dominant:
1. Submissive will obey Dominant at all times as long as his demands fall within the confines of this agreement
2. Submissive will not speak unless spoken to.
3. Submissive will refer to Dominant as 'Sir', unless given leave otherwise.
4. Submissive will not look Dominant in the eyes unless given permission.
5. Submissive will dress as Dominant requests.
6. Submissive will use agreed upon safe word if at anytime she wishes the scenario or activity to stop.
7. Submissive will be monogamous and will not engage in any sexual activities with anyone other than the Dominant.
8. Submissive will communicate to Dominant any concerns, needs or desires during agreed upon times of open discussion. She will remain respectful during these conversations.
9. Submissive will offer her complete submission one agreed upon weekday evening per week from 5:30pm until 10pm. She will also submit from 8am Saturday morning until 8am Sunday morning every weekend.
10. Should submissive desire to change or alter agreed upon times or days of her submission, she will respectfully submit a written request, no less than 12 hours before agreed upon appointment.
11. Should submissive desire extra time and attention from her Dominant, she will submit a written request or she will appeal to the Dominant in person. She will understand and not feel uncared for or unappreciated if Dominant is unable to meet her request. If appealing to the Dominant in person, she will offer her submission by kneeling at his feet in an agreed upon posture and position.
Dominant behavioral expectations while in the presence of submissive;
1. The Dominant acknowledges that the submissive chooses to yield power, and therefore the ultimate control lies with her. Without her consent, the Dominant holds no power over her.
2. Through the power yielded to him, the Dominant will strive to meet the submissive's need to relinquish control in a safe environment. The safety of the submissive will be paramount.
3. The Dominant will strive to meet the submissive's sexual, physical and emotional needs and desires. To meet these needs, in addition to other means at his disposal, he will punish and/or reward the submissive as he see's fit.
4. The Dominant will respect the limits of the submissive, avoiding all hard limits and pushing soft limits in a way the Dominant deems appropriate. Limits will be re-addressed at periodic intervals as trust builds between the parties.
5. The Dominant will communicate and will allow the submissive to communicate any concerns, needs or desires during agreed upon times of open discussion.
6. The Dominant will not engage in any sexual activities with anyone other than the submissive.
7. The Dominant will cherish the gift of submission and recognizes the trust the submissive has bestowed upon him. He will never take advantage of that trust or abuse his power over the submissive in any way.
8. Should Dominant desire to change or alter agreed upon times or days of her submission, he will let submissive know in writing, no less than 12 hours prior to agreed upon time.
8. Should Dominant have need of the submissive outside of agreed upon times, he will submit his request in writing or appeal to her in person. He will understand if the submissive is unable to meet his request and will not punish her or rebuke her in any way. If appealing in person, he will address submissive as 'Pet' instead of her given name and will offer a command. If submissive follows command, she is accepting his Dominance. She will, respectfully, decline his request if she is unable or unwilling to meet his request.
Hermione put the parchment down after reading it. "You didn't change much. But, I like that there are specific time frames."
Draco nodded, enthusiastically. "Yes, and I liked how you offered your submission this morning by kneeling. So, I added that." He paused before adding. "But, I need to show you how I expect you to kneel."
She looked up at him in surprise. "You have a specific way you want me to kneel?"
He grinned. "Oh, Granger." A small devilish grin crept over his face. "I have all sorts of 'specific' ways I want you to do...'specific' activities."
Hermione gulped. She was at a loss for words, too lost in his sultry tone of voice and his sexy promise to form a complete and coherent thought.
His eyes raked from her eyes down her neck, to her chest and down to her thighs before coming back up again. "For instance, how you are sitting?" He shhok his head slowly. "When you are serving as my submissive, and I have given you permission to sit in a chair in my presence? You will sit up straight, knees together, ankles crossed with your hands clasped on your lap. Your back will not slouch or come in contact with the back of the chair. In short, you will sit just like a prim and proper pureblood witch would sit at tea time."
The indignation on her face was instantaneous. "Oh,no!...I will not in any way do any thing that makes me appear to "
He interrupted her. "Ah, ah, ah," he reproached, shaking his head. "You will." He smirked. "Granger, you realize the pureblood witch is raised with the understanding that she will obey her husband? She is raised with the understanding that her role is to please her wizard, provide him with heirs and attend social gatherings as her social standing dictates? She is taught how to sit, what she can talk about at social functions and more importantly, what she can't. Her desires are always her husbands, at least in public. In short she is submissive." He chuckled at her expression of disgust and continued. "Yes, I know. You would never stoop to such an existence."
"No, I would not! How can.."
He didn't let her finish. "Before you get carried away with witch's rights and the indignation of living to serve a man, think about what you are craving. Think about that basal, primal instinct and desire that you are struggling to meet."
"Draco, the two are not related! I crave occasional Dominance, but I don't crave oppression!"
He shrugged. "It's all just varying degrees of the same thing. Sure, you want to work, measure your success by your own accomplishments and not your husband's." He smirked at her, knowingly. "But when the work day is done? And you've come home, what is it you crave, Princess?"
She stood up, glaring down at him. "Draco Malfoy, are you claiming that all women have a basal need and desire to submit?"
He didn't hesitate. "Well, yes. Again, in varying degrees."
She shook her head at him. "Merlin, you're a misogynist!"
He laughed. "Uh, no. Definitely not. I don't dislike or despise women. I adore women, particularly the sexy, hot headed witch standing in front of me right now."
She reached down and grabbed the rules that were now sitting on the table, pointing at Dominant rule #7. "So, my submission isn't really a gift to be cherished after all? I mean if it's in my nature, and I'm just.."
He stood up, towering over her. "Granger, you are blowing this way out of proportion and you are misunderstanding my point. Your submission is a gift. I will cherish it, just as I cherish you. You are giving in to a primal instinct that you could fight. You could deny the very thing you crave because it disgusts you. You could deny me for any number of reasons. The fact that you choose to be stronger than that, the fact that you choose to submit, is a far greater gift because it means more. Don't you see, your struggle is a huge part of the gift. Pureblood witches...they bore me."
She sat in the chair, shaking her head. "You're giving me a headache."
He sighed."You ever wonder why purebloods were so threatened by half bloods and muggleborns?"
She looked up at him, curious. She responded. "Because we threaten their existence, we bring to question their magical superiority."
He crouched before her. "Well, yes there is that. But, what is really threatened is their way of life. The muggle world is much more progressive. It's just now becoming acceptable for witches who have children to work. And even then, it's expected they only work part time. Pureblood wizards like their witches subservient. Half bloods and muggleborns, threaten tradition. They bring modern, muggle ideas into magical society."
Hermione held her hand up, interrupting him. "Enough. Enough." She sighed and then met his eyes with her own. "Draco, why in the world did you leave Astoria? Wasn't she a perfect little pureblood witch?"
He sighed heavily and rose enough to sit in the chair. "No, well, yes. She was a proper pureblood wife, but she didn't make me happy. She was subservient, but she wasn't submissive per say. She lived to please me, but asking her to kneel? She would have never understood that or gotten off on it. It would have scared her fragile ego." He answered the question before Hermione could ask it. "Again, Granger, varying degrees, and varying needs. Women crave and/or need different aspects of submission. Some need more than others, some just want the bedroom kink, some don't want any kink at all but just want to serve their husbands."
"Draco, you are wrong. Ginny Potter, for example, doesn't have a submissive bone in her body! She is a prime example of a witch who has no basal submissive instinct."
Draco suddenly looked uncomfortable. He looked away. "Well, it's not importa.."
Hermione interrupted. "Draco Malfoy, what are you not telling me?" He wouldn't look at her. "Tell me, right now!"
He sighed, looking back at her. "Fine, but don't tell her I told you. We swore we would never tell anyone."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "You and Ginny?"
He nodded. "It was...brief. Potter had dumped her before running off with you and Weasel." He paused and continued. "We were at Hogwarts, dealing with the Carrows and all that insanity. It was...difficult. I was in the throws of my training with Rudolphus. Ginny and I...we, we ended up in the room of requirement one night. We were both looking to hide, for different reasons. Anyhow, we both arrived at the room at the same time. We fought over who had rights to the room and ultimately agreed to share." He scratched the back of his head. "It was s long night, and I might have used my gifts of persuasion to ease into her good graces and by the end of the night...her knickers."
Hermione stared at him, dumbfounded. After a minute, "ok so, you had sex. What does that have to do with her being submissive?"
He shrugged. "Well, I gagged, blindfolded and spanked her. She kneeled and did everything I demanded." A cocky, signature Malfoy smirk crept over his face. "She loved it. We even had a repeat three nights later. But, that was it. Just those two nights and neither of us ever mentioned it again. It was like it never happened." He grinned, "but, I promise you, that witch definitely has basal submissive needs and desires. And if Potter isn't meeting them, then she's probably a very unhappy witch."
"I can't listen to any more of this this." She started rubbing her temples.
"Fine, it's not important anyway. It doesn't matter if you agree with me about women's primal needs. What matters, is that I meet your needs. What matters is that I meet your desire to submit so that my primal desire to Dominate can be satisfied. I don't care about what other women desire or why they desire it. Maybe my theory is wrong. I don't care if I'm right or wrong, Granger. I only care about you..us.."
Hermione relaxed at his words. She didn't agree with him, but what did it matter? It all came out to the same thing. She picked up the rules again. "These are fine. I agree to your rules."
Hermione looked up to find him smiling brightly at her. "But," she continued. "I will only submit as is written here. Other times we are together, it's just Hermione and Draco. I will exercise my free will."
He leaned back in his chair. "Of course." He studied her, his voice slightly raw, hesitant almost. "Granger, you realize you are more than a submissive to me? I've told you this, but you need to hear it again. I'm crazy about you and I want whatever you have to give."
She swallowed. "I think, I think I want that too, Draco. My brain is telling me its too soon, I'm not even divorced yet. But, the reality is...I think I'm ready. I think I'm already ready to move on...with you. I really like you, and well, I liked you sleeping next to me last night. It felt...right." She but her lip as she looked up at him.
He reached his hand out to her and she took it, a small smile on her face. He tugged her, gently pulling her from her chair to his lap. She leaned back against him. He kissed her forehead. After a moment of silence, she reprimanded him, gently. "You know, Draco. Janky deserves more than just a k-nut for cleaning the mess we left in the kitchen."
"Relax, Granger. That elf has more galleons in his account than most wizards. I've been paying him in galleons for over 7 years, now. I only told him k-nuts because he wouldn't accept more. He likes being free, but he hates taking money. So, I pay him much more than he realizes. I doubt he's ever spent any of it. I doubt he even knows how much money is in his vault. It doesn't matter anyway. I'll always take care of him. Just like he has always taken care of me."
Hermione couldn't help the joy his words brought her. All her hard work for elf rights was paying off. There were many elves who chose to be owned. But, because of her efforts, many elves were now free and worked for wages. It pleased her that Draco was paying his elf, and paying his elf well. He also treated his elf with kindness. This was all she wanted.
After another minute, Hermione felt strong hands rubbing her leg, up her hip, to her breasts where those strong hands began to massage and rub. "So, Pet. You realize it's Saturday, right?"
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