No Leaving the Common Room | By : Jesskilala Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Sitting on the table in front of her was a green and black silk bra and underwear set, shockingly see-through but also shockingly sexy, complete with glossy black stockings and garter belt. Hermione felt her breath hasten as she took in the vast array of items surrounding the delicate lingerie set, sending her imagination into frenzy.
A slytherin tie was coiled next to another long black tie, surrounded by candles. Ice?! Why the hell would he need ice? Her eyes darted from one end of the table to the next taking in the various bottles of only God knew what, labelled with words she couldn’t bring herself to say, even think.
“Was that a shudder I felt Granger?” Draco laughed into her ear, “Don’t worry, if you’re lucky we might not have to use it all, then again where would the fun in that be?”
She started to squirm again in his grip, twisting her wrists trapped in his strong hand, when he spun her round to face him. She yelped in pain as one hand grabbed a fistful of her dark, curly hair and pulled her head back sharply.
“I’m getting rather sick and tired of you trying to break free, here I am showing you what nice things I got for you and you don’t even look at them. I suggest you apologise” his smooth voice sounded hurt but still full of the familiar sarcasm that never seemed to escape him for long.
All she could do was stare up at him, frozen by the mix of fear and excitement at the closeness of his body to hers.
“Well? I’m waiting Granger…” he leaned in close to her face his lips barely brushing against her own, Hermione felt herself melt at the feel of his breath on her skin and feeling the strange sensation of heat growing again just below her navel.
“..s…sorry…Malfoy” she breathed feebly.
“WHAT?!” he all but hissed pulling her head roughly back further than before.
“SORRY DRACO!” she screamed. A cruel smile appeared on Draco’s mouth as he watched her chest move up and down rapidly against his.
“Not bad…for a mudblood”, he leaned in to kiss her again, far more gentle than before allowing Hermione to kiss him back. The kiss seemed to go on and on, both fighting for control, moving against each other, tongues desperately battling one another.
Hermione had kissed a boy once and it had been fine, but being kissed by Draco Malfoy was on a completely different level from what she had experienced before. It was passionate and intense, even at times arousingly violent, not to mention utterly wrong.
Draco moved his free hand up her left side and grazed over her breast before cupping it completely in his had and rubbing her through the fabric of her shirt and bra. Gasping into his mouth, she felt tingles jolt through her body, intensifying his touch to her now sensitive breast and growing again between her thighs.
Just when she thought she could have stayed that way forever, Draco pushed her off and let her fall back against the table. She struggled to cling to the edge of the wood, her breathing showing no signs of returning to normal, she looked up at the handsome face before her to see a grin spread wide across it.
“Now as I said before”…he lifted his own wand this time to point at her, “these are unnecessary”.
Before he could say the words to his spell she let out a small shriek “No!”, at first his face turned into an expression that an angry parent would give a petulant child before he softened slightly.
“You know what Granger, I think for once you might be right…I don’t need magic to do that” his usual enchanting smirk then appear on his lips “you can.”
Hermione’s face turned a loud shade of red “What?…I…you…you can’t be serious?” she gulped.
“Oh absolutely, there’s nothing I’d rather see than an attractive girl undressing in front of me”.
She couldn’t help but smile at these words, she’d never thought of herself as “attractive” but if one of the most handsome boys at school thought this then maybe she wasn’t as bad as she thought.
Hermione stop it, its Draco Malfoy for heavens sake! You absolutely cannot take your clothes of in front of him. But then again he did say you were attractive…NO! Stop it! A war raged on in her head, she had to shake herself to regain her common sense.
“Besides” he moved in close to her again, forcing her backwards on to the table, “it’s all part of the lesson you’ll be learning today”.
He moved further forward, grinding his hips into her, grabbing her arse before moving away completely with the lingerie set in his hand and planted himself gracefully on the couch in front of the fireplace. God, was he graceful.
“Come on, over here.” he turned to look at her and when she didn’t automatically his expression became fierce, “Now!” he growled across the room.
Hermione shuddered again in fright and moved slowly towards the couch in front of the fireplace, moving around to stand before Draco, his grey eyes never leaving her face.
“Good…now undress.” he twiddled his wand between his fingers as the Hermione stared at him incredulously. “This is no time to be shy Granger, not very Gryffindor of you is it?”
Damn, he’d found it, the only thing Hermione hated more that Draco Malfoy was being called an unworthy
Gryffindor. She glared again at the boy in front of her, finding a new confidence from her hatred, and begin to remove her clothes, throwing each piece on the floor in a tantrum, until she was left in nothing but her plain white underwear.
Please stop, what are you doing you silly girl! Malfoy! Remember him?…Oh my God, if Harry and Ron knew what I was doing they would die. They definitely wouldn’t think of me as the A sexual mess everyone assumes I am…Draco certainly doesn’t seem to thinks so…Aagh I can‘t think straight! Common sense was just not on her side tonight.
“I don’t know what kind of a sick pleasure you’re getting out of this, but I don’t honestly see what kind of lesson you’re trying to teach me”, though a new confidence was surging through her, her voice came out at nothing more than a whisper.
“I told you, you have to be remind that you are not the perfect witch that everyone thinks you are”, Draco lifted himself from the couch and began to circle Hermione, running his fingertips across her stomach.
“And who better to teach you than the “Sex God of Slytherin“, eh?” he stopped directly behind her, putting his arms round her waist and pressed his lips against her ear. “You need to learn that you are here to serve other people, or rather me, and not the other way about.” his voice never failing to send shivers down her spine.
Hermione’s cheeks burned redder than before at his words, she felt her head involuntarily fall back against his broad shoulder as he attacked her neck again with his mouth.
He abruptly pulled away, placing his hands on her hips and turned her around her to face him. She felt the warmth from the fire on her skin and looked up to see him smiling down at her, a stray lock of lightning blond hair fell across his face. She couldn’t help herself, she moved her hand cautiously up to brush it aside then let her fingers gently trace the side of his face.
Why does he have to be so fucking perfect? She allowed this thought to take over for a second before she was snapped back into reality by Draco’s strong hand grabbing her wrist.
“We’re not finished yet, I like my possessions to know that they belong to me, I don’t think that this…”he pinged on of her bra straps off her skin causing her to let out a small yelp, “get’s the message across, do you?”
Angered slightly by the pain from her strap, she tried to regain some of the assertiveness that she was well known for; “I am not your possession” she breathed, inside she was kicking herself, where is your voice!? Come on Hermione!
He caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to look directly at him as he spoke;
“YES you are and after tonight you will do well not to forget it.” his voice was fierce again making her jump.
He ran the back of his hand across her cheek, the same cruel smile spreading across his face, with the hand that was gripping her wrist he moved her arm behind her back, guiding her fingers with his own to unclasp her bra.
He slipped the straps off her shoulders letting the piece of underwear fall to the ground, self-consciously Hermione tried to fold her arms across her chest but Draco held he arms at her side as he took in the sight that was her bare breasts. Her face flared, turning a deep crimson as she desperately tried to look anywhere except at the boy holding her, waiting for the worst.
“Beautiful…”, her head snapped to look at Draco’s face, searching his expression, surely he was joking?
“Don’t look so shocked Granger. I’m not going to lie to you, you have no idea how many times I have fantasised about the things I could do to you…”he leant in closer until his lips were brushing against hers, “having you writhing beneath me, screaming MY name, giving yourself to me and only me…ah you see? Now I’ve given the game away.”
Draco had always admired Hermione for assertiveness and her somewhat infamous temper. In class, he couldn’t help but stare at her whenever she went on a rant about something completely insignificant; he loved her passion, the power she had over those two buffoons that followed her around and he wanted nothing more than to make her his completely, do to her exactly what she did to him.
He left a trail along her jaw, punctuating each sentence with a kiss, beginning at the sensitive skin below her right ear and ending with at her left, giving her earlobe a sharp bite.
“So maybe this lesson isn’t for the benefit of everyone else, think of it as my personal revenge…do you have any idea what you do to me Granger, how fucking crazy you drive me prancing around with potter and the weasel?”, he pulled her head back once more, looking deep into her eyes.
It stung a little and her left ear felt he could have been more gentle about that last bite too, but then again Hermione knew that there was nothing gentle about Draco Malfoy and it was driving her insane, her skin tingling all over at the thought of his touch.
Draco continued in a voice that was melting Hermione’s knees from underneath her, “letting them touch you and hug you, it should be me not them. Nobody is allowed to touch MY things…”. he ground his hips into her, letting her feel just exactly what he did to her.
Her breath caught in her throat, a strange warm feeling filled her inside as she was consumed with the thought that Malfoy…wanted her? This was stupid, she really, really shouldn’t be doing this but it felt so good; feeling the touch of his skin on hers, the fear and frustration he was causing her, but God was she loving it.
She felt something soft move up her arms and clasp around her bare chest, looking down she saw two pale hands clasping the silky green and black garment in place at the front.
He looked up to her face and smiled as he lowered himself to his knees trailing kisses along her stomach that was taught with excitement, before taking the waistband of her underwear in his teeth and dragging them ever so slowly down her thigh before removing them the rest of the way with a soft hand, replacing them with the bra’s just as sexy partner.
Cupping his hand around the back of her leg, he lifted it and gently rolled one of the smooth stockings over her foot before placing it on his knee.
His hand moved slowly up her leg trailing the stocking until it was half way up he thigh, “this is how my things should be presented” he smiled, attaching the stocking to small green eyed snake heads at the end of the straps on the intricate lacy garter belt.
Hermione had to laugh at her current get-up; Typical Malfoy to make this his house colours, what a handsomely twisted fuck.
She couldn’t help it, seeing the gorgeous boy in front of her, she ran her fingers through his hair as he took her other leg and repeated the same slow movement but this time running his hand all the way up her thigh.
Why am I feeling like this? He shouldn’t be having this kind of affect on me? The war continued to rage inside Hermione, she knew she should be running to her room and locking the door the feeling growing more and more between her legs as he moved closer towards it, she closed her eyes waiting for him to finally touch her when he smacked her arse hard.
“What the f….” she cried.
“I want you looking at me always, understand?” he rose to tower over her, “and it’s not a request Granger…”
He stepped back to look at her in her new “uniform”, he picked up her white underwear and threw it into the fire, “I never want to see you in anything like this again, nothing but the best is good enough for my things. I think it’s about time we moved on”.
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