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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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Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! Same disclaimer as before, I own none of this!
This chapter has a Lemon that is consensual but plays like it's non-con. If this is a trigger for you, just stop reading when it starts. You'll be able to tell when to stop reading.
I want to give a shout out to LissaDream. She volunteered to beta this for me, but in my haste to get it posted, I didn't send it to her. So, please forgive the grammar and spelling errors. I'll go back and clean them up later. I also want to promote her story, 'After Happily Ever After'. She's posted several chapters over the weekend and it's a really great Snapione or Snamione. I've heard it called both.
Saturday cont.
"So, Pet. You realize it's Saturday, right?"
Hermione didn't say anything. She was internally debating whether or not she was physically and mentally prepared to play the submissive role for what would almost be 24 hours straight.
Draco, sensing her hesitation, continued to rub her arms and then wrapped them around her, holding her tenderly. "Is it too soon, Pet?" He asked softly.
A feeling of insecurity and self doubt began to wash over her. Can I really do this? This is much more than an hour in the bedroom! She began to fidget, her legs becoming restless.
Strong hands landed on her legs. "Don't fidget, Pet. Answer me. Talk to me. Tell me what you need." His tone was gentle, but his words demanded an answer.
When she still didn't answer, he grabbed her hair and pulled the top of her head back, exposing her neck. It was almost painful, but not quite. He held her like that, his mouth at her ear. "Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" He nibbled at her jaw.
"I...I'm..I'm nervous, ok? What if I can't do this for such a long stretch of time."
She felt him smile as he continued kissing her jaw and her neck, playfully biting. His grip on her hair relenting. "Oh, Pet. When have you ever failed at anything?"
"My marriage." She replied, barely above a whisper. She felt him pause.
He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Hermione, you can't view your divorce as a failure. Divorce is..."
She let out a "Hmpf," interrupting him. "I failed Theo when I deserted him to my work and he ended up in the arms of another witch."
Draco's voice was suddenly stern and full of conviction. "No. His affair was not your failure, it was his. He was the one who strayed without talking to you and being honest. He was the one who didn't ask for or demand from you what he needed." He paused. His voice softer. "I'm sure you made mistakes. No one is perfect and no marriage is either, for that matter. But, Theo is the one responsible for the failure of your marriage and he knows it."
Self doubt was weighing on her. Memories of how one minute her marriage was perfect and then it was...over. It was over and she didn't even realize it. How could she trust her own judgment when it came to wizards ever again?
Draco understood what Hermione was feeling. He went through the same self doubt after the failure of his marriage, feeling like it was his fault he couldn't be everything Astoria needed. He knew he was being selfish and unreasonable to want more than Astoria could give. But, after a few months of separation and distance from his marriage, he realized it wasn't his fault...anymore than it was Astoria's. They ultimately just weren't compatible and he refused to be in one of those arranged pureblood marriages that went through the motions to satisfy society, all while having a mistress on the side. He would not be his father. He suspected his mother had affairs as well, but he knew for a fact his father had a long term mistress. He had even met her once.
He shifted, "stand up, Pet." It was starting to rain harder. "How about we go inside and I'll show you how I want you to kneel, among other things." He looked at her, gauging her reaction. "Just a few things and then we'll spend the afternoon just hanging out or doing whatever you want to do."
She looked at him, contemplating. She couldn't deny her curiosity was peaked. She threw him a teasing smirk. "Fine, but I'm warning you, my ferret threat still stands."
He laughed. "Good to know, I'll take that under advisement."
She followed him down the steps to the living room. He pointed to the floor. "When you present yourself to me on our agreed upon evening at 5:30 pm and on Saturday mornings at 8am, you should be kneeling." He cocked an eyebrow and looked at the floor. She sighed and slid down to her knees gingerly.
He paced around her. "You can rest back on your heels, but your back should be arched, your knees should be shoulder width apart, your hands should be on your knees, palms up and your gaze should be down. This position should be comfortable, at least for a short amount of time. Remember, do not look at me or speak until you are given permission." He watched as she followed his instruction. "Good girl." He paced around her again. "This is also how you should present yourself to me should you ever have need of my Dominance outside of our scheduled times. This is called position one. If I command position one, or if I snap once, you should immediately fall to your knees and assume this position."
Hermione's eyes shot up to his. He was expecting it. He cocked an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"
"Ummm, no." She replied.
He walked back to the chair and sat facing her. "Good." After a short pause, he commanded,"Practice."
She hesitated, not sure she heard him correctly. He looked from her to the spot on the floor in front of his chair, expectantly. She took a deep breath and stood, walking over to him and gingerly going to her knees, assuming her kneeling position.
He smiled. "Again," he commanded. This time he looked at a different spot on the floor. Hermione shook her head with irritation, standing and stepping to the new spot and kneeled, begrudgingly.
He stood up and walked in front of her. "Now for your inspection pose, which is positon two, or 2 snaps" He snapped twice for effect.
She looked up at him, incredulously. "Inspection pose?"
"Of course," he responded as though inspection poses were a normal part of every day life. He continued pacing around her. "So, this time you will stay up on your knees and will not rest back on your heels. Your back should be arched more dramatically than position one. Your shoulders back, your ass out, your gaze straight ahead and your hands clasped behind your head. Your elbows should be facing directly out sideways from your body. Your knees should be spread wide." He continued his pacing, tapping her knee with his wand. "Wider." She spread her legs wider. "Perfect," he whispered as he reached down and stroked her cheek. "See how your breasts and beautiful ass are on display? You are magnificent, Pet... posing like this...even with clothes on."
He walked back over to the chair and sat. "Practice," he commanded
She rolled her eyes. "Why do I have to practice? This isn't exactly complicated, you know."
He cocked his eyebrow, once again, not saying anything, His silence spoke volumes more than words could have. She sighed heavily. "Fine," she huffed. She stood and walked over to him again, falling into position two.
"Again," he ordered.
She stood shooting him a scathing look. "You're pushing it Malfoy. I don't need to practice this." She stalked to where he pointed and dropped into position two.
Draco snapped once, his expression unchanged.
Hermione froze for a second, before it dawned on her he had actually snapped. She contemplated the best way to adjust her position and then did so, promptly.
He smirked. "It's important you know these positions and are comfortable with them. If you are doing a task or are distracted and I command 'position one' or snap once, you are expected to immediately and without hesitation fall to the floor, assuming the correct position. If you hesitate or pose incorrectly, you will be punished."
Hermione's jaw fell open. He leaned forward, lifting her chin, closing her mouth. "That is why you practice." He grinned.
He stood up, and offered her his hand, assisting her up. "So, have you had enough for now or shall I continue?"
"Oh you're on a roll. Don't stop now. I can't wait to see what's next." Her sarcastic jibe earned her a hard smack on the bottom followed by a passionate kiss.
His intense gaze and words emphasized the truth of his unspoken promise. "Please, Pet. Do me a favor. Wag that smart mouth and roll those beautiful eyes when you're officially submitting. You will make me a very happy wizard."
He started to walk away. "Come," he called back over his shoulder as he walked into the dining room. She followed him, hesitantly, but curious as to what could possibly be coming next.
"There will be occasions when you will serve me meals. I'm pleased you have a dining room, as I'm sure you remember, I do as well." He looked at the table and around the room. 'You will serve me here." He pointed to the head of the table that was farthest from the kitchen. He looked behind the chair. "You will stand here, three feet behind and to the right, behind me." He pointed to the correct spot.
Hermione was leaning against the wall. He looked at her expectantly. Exasperated, she sighed heavily and slowly walked over the spot he was pointing at.
He continued his instruction. "You will stand with your back arched, your arms crossed behind you, your feet shoulder width apart and your eyes straight ahead. You will not move your gaze unless I command it."
He could tell she was getting irritated and it stroked a part of him long neglected. Deep inside him there was still a Slytherin that enjoyed goading the Gryffindor. He grinned as he walked closer to the table and turned back towards her. He knew all this was overwhelming for her, but he also suspected for all her huffing and puffing, she liked it. He had a teasing twinkle in his eye as he looked at her and said the word he knew would be her undoing. "Practice."
He was not disappointed. Her response was immediate. She threw her hands in the air, stomped her foot and her face turned red as she wagged her finger at him. "NO! I will not practice standing..and just for your information Draco Malfoy, if you think I'm going to do this when you snap once and do that when you snap twice and do who knows what when you snap three times, well you're going to be sorely disappointed."
He smiled devilishly, watching her temper tantrum. "Oh, but I think you will, Pet."
Her eyes were on fire with fury as she stared at him. He slowly pushed off from the table he'd been leaning against and stalked towards her. His tone was seductive, his eyes dark with lust. "You can deny it, but you and I both know you want this, Pet. You crave it, you need it." He continued stalking towards the enraged lioness. Her reaction, stirring his own desire.
She looked away as he came closer. His look predatory, his words commanding. "So, enough of this misbehavior." He gently grabbed her arm to lead her to the aforementioned spot. She pulled her arm away, forcefully, backing away from him.
Instantly, Draco was on her. He grabbed her and pushed her back a few steps where she found herself pinned against the wall. "Shall I force your compliance, Pet?" She struggled to get away from him. His left hand grabbed her waist and his right moved up to her neck, wrapping around it, not tight enough to in any way impact her breathing, but tight enough to drive home his point. His Dominance over her was now complete. He leaned in and playfully bit her jaw. "Oh, Pet. I like it when you struggle. By all means, don't stop." He breathed in deeply along her jaw. She shoved against his chest, but he was too strong.
Hermione's heart was absolutely racing, but not with fury, it was desire. She was quite certain this was the most turned on she had ever been. The way he had stalked towards her, and not allowed her to get away with her fit. It was exactly what she needed. The positions, the training and the snapping...she had become more and more mortified by it all as the morning had progressed. But not because she didn't want it. It was because she did. But, it was too much. She had acted out because she refused to admit that she wanted it. And then he did exactly what she needed. He took control, he would demand her compliance, her choice taken away.
She could feel his erection pressing against her, his sweet breath on her face. She continued struggling, his grip on her neck tighter, his weight pressing her harder against the wall. She was so aroused, his hand around her neck sparking something within her. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he pressed up against her. She stilled for a moment, waiting for her opportunity. She would not give in easily.
When she stopped struggling, he mistook it for surrender and released his hand from her neck, sliding it down to her right breast where he roughly rubbed her through her t-shirt. But, she wasn't done fighting him. She was liking this game too much. She was able to wiggle out from between him and the wall, quickly stepping away, fire in her eyes as she looked back at him, daring him. He was quick. Three bounding steps and the viper had the cub. He grabbed her hair, close to the scalp, forcing her to the floor. He unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard cock. "Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice raw and full of need. He slapped his erection against her face as she clamped her mouth shut, denying him. He pulled her hair harder, her eyes shot up to his, her mouth falling open as she gasped at the intensity of his gaze.
Immediately, he seized his opportunity, shoving his cock into her mouth. So aroused, Hermione began working him with her mouth for all she was worth. His grip loosened, and he let out a moan of pleasure. Suddenly, remembering she was supposed to be fighting him, she pulled back, gagging, then refusing him entry again.
"Fine," he mumbled. He reached down and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up. He forced her towards the table where he bent her forward. His right hand pressed against her back, holding her down. His left hand began pulling her shorts and panties down. She tried to reach behind with her hands, continuing her display of false defiance. He was having none of it. He grabbed his wand and cast the restraining spell, her hands suddenly held in place on the table, over her head. Both of his hands now moved to her hips, easily sliding her shorts and panties down her thighs. She began to kick behind her. Once again, Draco grabbed his wand and cast the restraining charm, but this time, on her feet. He took a step back, drinking her in. "Finally, just how I like you, Pet. Restrained and at my mercy," he goaded.
Hermione was breathing heavily, her skin was flushed all over. He reached forward and rubbed her folds, finding her dripping with arousal. He dived to his knees and buried his face in her core, licking her folds and her hard nub. His right hand moved to that nub where he began to rub vigorously, as he continued kissing until he got to her puckered hole where he nibbled and licked. Her response was instant. She yelled and squealed as her climax hit, her whole body shaking. He stood quickly and slid into her still quivering walls. He began to fuck her mercilessly, but within 10 pumps he exploded, experiencing the most intense orgasm he could remember. He collapsed forward onto her back. He laid there as his breathing and heart rate began to slow. After a minute, he slowly slid off her and stepped back, adjusting himself back into his jeans, which he had never removed.
He grabbed his wand, freeing first her feet and then her wrists. She didn't move. He stepped towards her, wrapping his right arm under and around her waist, sliding her off the table and back against him. He slid to the floor and pulled her down on his lap. He tilted her face back and wiped the hair away that was stuck to her sweat tinged face. He kissed her forehead tenderly. "You ok?"
She slowly opened her heavily lidded eyes and smiled. "So much more than ok."
He grinned, the Dominant within him sated and happy. "You liked that, huh?"
"That was...well, I don't know what that was. But, I loved it."
He let out a breath. "When you resisted me and pulled away, I remembered you had given being forced a 4 with an asterisk on your limits list. I decided to go with it. I trusted you would safe word, if you truly wanted me to stop." He then continued, playfully, "Or you would have grabbed your wand out of your pocket and turned me into a ferret."
She laughed softly, snuggling into him. Then something dawned on her. She looked back up at him. "My arms," she whispered. "You didn't restrain my hands or my arms until the end. Was that why? So that I could stop you if I didn't think to safe word?"
His look was contemplative. "Your safety will always be my paramount concern when we play. And, this was spontaneous. You weren't officially submitting and I wanted you to have an out. I need to be sure you will safeword if I ever push to hard or misread you. Please, promise me."
She wiggled around, straddling him. "I promise, Draco." She kissed him, gently. His hand moved to the back of her head, holding her as he deepened the kiss.
After the kiss, she bit her lip, a playful twinkle in her eye. "So, what now? You going to tell me how to walk? 1 snap means I lead with my left foot, two snaps my right?"
He pinched his mouth closed, trying to contain his laugh. "Don't temp me." He shifted his weight. "Let's take a shower, I think you've had enough training for one day."
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