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Chocolate is for Lovers	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12522 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters, universe, or any other part of the fandom. No money is being made from this story. I wish.

Chapter List
- 1-Part I: Pansy's Advice
- 2-Part II: A Night to Remeber
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Author's note: This chapter is rated M for sexual situations and adult content including, adult language, oral, light BDSM, Dom Hermione, and games. If any of that offends you, don't read this chapter. Also, this chapter includes a brief mention of the side pairing of Pansy/Ron. I hope you enjoy this chapter and a special thanks to my sole reviewer, Plutoslana. Reviews make me smile.

Chocolate is for Lovers: Part II

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“Draco—I’m home.”

Fuck.

He put down his almost empty wine glass and tried his best to straighten out his shirt and trousers. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to find something “acceptable” to wear to the Halloween party tomorrow. Oh well, if he was going to get in trouble anyway, then he needed to be prepared. He refilled his wine glass almost to the rim and toasted to himself.

“Here’s to another night on the couch,” he mumbled, but before he could drink, he was greeted by the sight of his lovely girlfriend.

Hermione had removed her hair from the tight plait she usually wore to work and was in the process of removing her heavy cloak and boots. Merlin, she was sexy when she wore her hair loose. If only she would do it more often. As much as Draco always needed to keep his own hair perfectly tamed, he loved how Hermione’s hair hung wildly in loose curls.

“Hi, honey,” she said as she hung up her cloak and plopped next to him on the couch. “Why are you sitting here all alone in the dark?”

“Um-well.”

“Don’t tell me you’re brooding again,” she quipped. “It’s not healthy to sit around and drink in the dark. At least open the shades. It’s like a dungeon in here.” She quickly kissed him on the cheek, and then snapped her fingers as all the blinds were raised.

Draco bit his lip, trying not to grunt too loudly. Ugh.

“You’re not a vampire, you know,” she teased.

She grabbed the wine glass from his hand and took a long gulp, finishing almost half his glass. She smelled of raspberries, rich chocolate and the delicate bouquet of her honeysuckle shampoo; the mix was tantalising, intoxicating even, and so unlike Hermione—who rarely even wore the expensive perfume he had bought her for her birthday.

Draco just stared at her in bewilderment. Who was this woman sitting next to him, and what had she done with his girlfriend?

“Hermione, I’m sorry about yesterday. You were right. I was—”

She cut him off with a kiss, a rather passionate kiss that was a lot less chaste than the one he had just shared with Pansy. Oh yes, definitely raspberries, and a hint of dark chocolate and Bordeaux wine as well. It was utterly disconcerting.

“But-I,” he protested after they broke the kiss; his heart was racing and his pale cheeks flushing.

“Shhhh,” she purred as she started trailing kisses up and down his neck. Her kisses were gentle, yet incredibly tantalising. She knew exactly how to tease him with her tongue, making sure to suck gently on the sensitive spot right below his ear.

“Don’t apologise. I’m sorry too, Draco. Besides, I think you can find another way to make it up to me…that involves fewer words.”

She grabbed the wine glass again and gulped down the rest of its contents; then she quickly vanished it to the sink.

“Hermione, I—”

“What did I just say?” she demanded and shoved Draco onto his back, his head barely escaping contact with the adjoining coffee table. Hermione didn’t seem to notice and quickly straddled him.

“I said—no more talking.”

She placed a few more kisses down his neck, making sure to trace her way down to his collarbone with her tongue. This time, the kisses were more forceful, demanding; it was as if she were staking claim over her prey. Draco could feel a tingling in his groin, his entire body shivering with anticipation, but then she stopped. He groaned at the loss of contact and was about to protest when Hermione started unbuttoning his shirt.

Once he was shirtless, she started biting at his neck. Hard. When did she get so kinky? Before he could further contemplate, Hermione worked her way down to his nipples.

Her breath was hot against his chest; she was sucking on his erect nipples and painting circles around each nipple with her eager tongue. Draco couldn’t help but tremble, especially since she was staring at him hungrily, her dark eyes blazing and pupils completely dilated. The closeness and the intensity of her stare was disconcerting; he had never seen such a predatory look in her eyes. It was fucking amazing.

Draco had no idea what had come over his usually submissive girlfriend. But he loved it and in no way was going to complain.

Oh yes, this is going to be a good night.

. . .

As much as he loved Hermione taking the initiative, he just couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He needed to touch her. Immediately. Draco grabbed Hermione’s shirt and attempted to unfasten the top buttons of her blouse.

“Too many clothes,” he moaned as he quickly vanished her top and bra.

“You better have vanished that to my wardrobe,” she chided, but still continued to lick and nibble on his now sensitive nipples.

“Of course I did, dear,” he stuttered and finally started to massage her now freed breasts.

He had contained himself thus far, but just couldn’t help himself anymore. She was driving him mad. Her now erect nipples were calling out to him; he was about to flip her over and give them some attention of their own when Hermione slapped his hands away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed. She scowled at him fiercely, her dark eyes penetrating.

“Very funny, I—” He reached for Hermione’s breasts again, but this time, she grabbed both his wrists and pinned them firmly behind his head.

“No,” she scolded. “I didn’t say you could touch, did I?”

“No, but—” he whimpered as she started sucking and biting on his earlobe, teasing him with her tongue. Again. Fuck—she knows my weakness.

“No, but nothing.” She rasped into his ear; her voice sultry and commanding. “I’m in charge tonight, slave. So no touching until I say so. Is that clear?”

Draco ogled her through glazed, salacious eyes; his pale fringe was starting to stick to his forehead—his entire body shivering and begging to be roused. She had reduced him to this quivering pile of mush, yet she didn’t appear to have a hair out of place. Well, not anymore than usual.

“Yes,” he breathed softly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she reprimanded, as she continued to pin his arms behind his head; this time she pinched his arse and smacked it hard, her long nails leaving halfmoon crescent indents on his firm but rounded arse cheeks. Draco whimpered at the unwelcome contact, and instead of apologising, Hermione just looked at him darkly and whispered, “Incarcerous.”

Draco found himself tied down to the couch, his arms and legs held together by leather restraints. Hermione just smirked at him as she continued to pin his now restrained arms above his head. What the fuck?

He just stared at her blankly and stopped struggling to break free from her grasp. They had never played this game before.

“Don’t make me punish you…” she warned and Draco gulped loudly. What the hell did I just sign up for?

Her dark eyes were almost black and completely glazed over in lust. Without waiting for a response, Hermione bit him brutally on his broad chest, almost drawing blood and arousing a deep howl from Draco.

“Merlin’s balls, Hermione! What was that for?”

“I said—don’t make me punish you, Malfoy. Are you going to be a good boy or not?”

Draco nodded fiercely and stared into his girlfriend’s eyes.

She had a wild, mad look in her dark eyes that Draco hadn’t seen for a long time. Her dark hair was whipping around in all directions, and her red lipstick was smeared across her lips. She had never looked sexier.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he cried. “I understand clearly.”

“Good.” She smirked, and then started unbuttoning his trousers.

Draco never knew the simple task of removing trousers could be quite so tormenting. Hermione really was being evil tonight, as she very slowly lowered his trousers inch by inch, caressing and tasting every snatch of his pale skin. It was as if she was trying to memorise his entire body or perhaps just claim it as her own. There was nothing Draco could do but squirm and moan, his hard cock aching. The only problem was if he squirmed excessively, Hermione would punish him slowly, biting down fiercely on his chest, abdomen, and entire torso. Tomorrow he would be covered in bruises and marks. For now, the only thing he could do was bite down on his bottom lip in an attempt to keep as still as possible.

“Tssk, tssk. You’re not wearing any pants, Malfoy,” she said, once she finally removed his trousers and tossed them on the floor. “You really are a naughty boy.”

“Quite,” Draco replied smugly. He was finally getting used to the terms of the game and was secretly pleased that he couldn't find a clean pair of pants that morning.

“Oh really? You like that, huh? How about this?”

Hermione uttered an unfamiliar spell, and all of a sudden, Draco’s eyes were tightly blindfolded. Bloody hell.

He wasn’t quite sure how to react until she started trailing kisses down his flat abdomen—all the way down to his groin; her wild hair tickled his chest, and he couldn’t help but squirm and whimper.

“You’re not doing a good job of keeping quiet. Perhaps I will have to punish you after all, slave. Don't make me gag you.”

Those words sent a shiver down his spine; Draco never would’ve imagined that he would be able to play these filthy games with his vanilla lover, as Pansy had always called her. Even though they’d had a few amazing shag sessions in the past, it was always he who took control, never her. This was a revelation in itself, a fantasy that he never would’ve allowed himself to get lost in—perhaps Hermione was less of the Gryffindor golden girl he had imagined her to be and more of a Slytherin slut like him.

“Punish away,” he managed to groan out as Hermione finally stopped teasing his groin and took the head of his hard prick into her mouth.

She licked a long stripe down the full length of his shaft, and then gently flicked her tongue around the head of Draco’s flushed cock, slowly sucking on it and savouring it as if she was licking her favourite flavoured lolly. She continued to tease him with her mouth, as she wrapped her left hand around his shaft and forcefully tugged on his fully erect prick, pumping it up and down first slowly and then more rapidly. It was both maddening and amazing at the same time; his hard cock was pulsating painfully.

When he didn’t think he could take anymore of the teasing, he pleaded, “Suck it—please. More.”

He couldn’t see Hermione’s reaction because of the blindfold, but he was sure it wasn’t favourable because rather than taking his entire cock in her mouth like he asked, she whispered, “Funes restringo.” Draco cried out loudly as his leather restraints tightened considerably and started digging forcibly into his skin. If the small metal spikes that lined the inside of the bands tightened any further, blood would start spurting from his bound wrists and ankles. He needed to stop moving.

“Haven’t you been paying attention?” she snapped. “I’m in charge, Malfoy. So—I’ll suck your cock when I want to.” Her tone was harsh, imposing. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good,” she said as she took Draco’s prick in her mouth once again, this time engulfing the entire shaft in her mouth.

Draco had no idea that his girlfriend could deep throat. Why hadn’t she ever shared this with him before? Her hot mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking forcibly and using just the right amount of teeth. Every once in awhile, she would stop in order to catch her breath, but she would never stop stroking him and even fondled his bollocks. She even made sure to give them a little extra attention of their own. No one had ever sucked his balls before, so he had no idea that it would be so exhilarating, intoxicating. His girlfriend was a hidden sex goddess; there was no other explanation for it.

He could feel his heartbeat hammering—his blood thrashing rapidly throughout his body, overheating his cheeks, face, and chest. His whole body was trembling, his cock throbbing; he was so close to having one of the most explosive orgasms of his life—but then he felt a sharp tug on one of his balls. It hurt like hell.

“That’s enough, slave,” Hermione spat. “We can’t have you getting too excited. It’s my turn now,” she said, her voice dark and seductive.

“You’ll have to untie me first, dear.”

“No,” she responded, “I’m on top tonight.” She kept Draco restrained and blindfolded and then climbed onto his lap.

Oh yes, he was going to be in for a good night.

What does Pansy know anyway?

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After two rather brutal punishment sessions with his girlfriend, Draco was spent. Their living room was a disaster, and they somehow ended up sprawled out on an enlarged throw rug in front of the fireplace. He had no idea what had gotten into his lover, but he hoped it would happen again. And again. He hadn’t had that type of mind-blowing shag in a long time, so it tempted his inner Slytherin.

He tried so hard to keep his kinky fantasies out of the bedroom as to not scare away his straight-laced Gryffindor lover, but now he wasn’t so sure he could anymore. The snake had been roused; besides, tomorrow was Halloween. Perhaps after Pansy and Weasley’s party, they could have a little after-hours celebration of their own. Or better yet, perhaps he could even convince Hermione to go for a quick shag during the party. Oh yes, Weasley would love that.

He rolled over away from the fireplace and realised that his lover was no longer beside him.

“Hermione—where have you run off to?” he called. “You have your evil way with me and then leave me all alone? I feel like a cheap slag,” he complained. “You know, just because I’m a Slytherin doesn’t mean you can just fuck me and then drop me? You left me all bruised and battered. I do have feelings.”

“Oh, stop your whinging, Malfoy,” she sniped. “Whinging doesn’t become you. And you’ve never been a cheap anything, love.”

She leaned over and kissed him firmly on the lips again. This time, she tasted like mint and dark chocolate.

“I was craving something sweet,” she said as she popped a small dark chocolate rose into her mouth.

“Mmm—that’s why you taste so good. I thought you were just naturally sweet.”

She playfully pinched his arse. “I’m not that sweet.” She smirked as she licked the remaining chocolate from her lips. “Do you want one? There’s plenty.” She held out a dark purple velvet wrapped box in front of him. It looked oddly familiar.

“No, thanks,” he replied, inspecting the box. “You know I don’t eat sweets at night, especially chocolate.”

“Come on, Draco,” she protested. “It’s Halloween tomorrow and almost after midnight. I’m sure you can break your strict schedule just this once. They’re soooo good,” she moaned as she brought another chocolate to her lips, making sure to suck on it rather seductively.

“Besides,” she continued, “you’re too skinny anyway. Even Pansy agrees with me.”

“I am not too skinny.” He pouted, sticking out his freshly bruised lower lip petulantly; he looked like a five-year-old. “I’m slender and it’s not my fault. I have a small bone structure; it runs in my family.” He stuck his lower lip out further without even realising it, and starting biting on the corner of it; a nervous habit he always reverted to when he was embarrassed.

“And you can’t just go around eating sweets anytime you please. We’re not teenagers anymore.”

“No, we’re not. You’re 25 going on 53,” she said, sniggering.

“I am not,” he huffed and crossed his arms in front of his slender chest.

“Yes, you are, love. But I love you anyway. Lucky for you, I have a thing for older blokes.”

“Gross.”

“I always thought Snape was rather sexy…”

“Excuse me while I go vomit. He’s ancient and my godfather—if you didn’t know.”

Hermione smiled a crooked smile—her dark eyes started glowing again, amber specks sparking behind them; perhaps it was just the firelight, but Draco didn’t like that look. It was terrifying.

“Ahh, so sexiness runs in your family. I should’ve known.”

Draco groaned and ran his fingers through his messy hair. He didn’t even want to imagine what it looked like; it was probably sticking up worse than even Potter’s mop-head.

“Where did you get those chocolates anyway? I don’t recognise the box.”

Hermione smiled at him again. “Ohhh, didn’t I tell you? Pansy dropped by the office today. She wanted to give me an early Halloween treat. Isn’t that sweet?”

“Pansy—my Pansy?”

“Well, more like Ron’s Pansy now, but yes. She’s really quite sweet when you get to know her. They’re homemade, a secret recipe, she said.”

Draco raised an eyebrow at his lover and furrowed his forehead. Oh fuck, what had Pansy done now? Pansy doesn’t bake, make chocolates, or any other household chore. She always has to intervene…that bitch.

“Don’t give me that look. Maybe she’s not sweet, but nice enough. I can see why you care about her so much.”

Draco continued to stare at Hermione incredulously; she had no idea whatsoever. She thought Pansy had given her those chocolates out of the goodness of her black little heart. Oh yes, Pansy was one of a kind indeed. Fuck.

“Are you sure you don’t want one? They’re delicious.”

“No.”

“Fine. Perhaps I can interest you in something else—something a little more substantial?”

She put down the box of chocolates on the nearby end table, which Draco didn’t remember being there earlier, and then wrapped her arms around Draco’s still naked back.

“Again? Haven’t you had enough for tonight, woman?” He leaned back into her embrace and whispered into her ear, “You’ll be the death of me, you know.”

Obviously, that wasn’t the right thing to say because she quickly unglued herself from his back and glared. What is it with women and glaring at me today?

“Well, if you’re too tired and not up for the occasion…I’m sure I can find some other way to amuse myself. You always hear about Slytherins being insatiable lovers, but I guess you’re the exception.”

Draco sighed loudly. This was all Pansy’s fault; Pansy and her stupid chocolates.

“Fine, get back here, you” he said, “but first I’m going to need a little pick me up. Pass me one of Pansy’s famous chocolates. I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t eat one anyway.”

Hermione smiled one of her dazzling, almost blinding smiles, and passed Draco the box of chocolates.

“You sure? I don’t want you to regret this late night snack in the morning.”

“Of course, I’m sure,” he drawled as he placed a chocolate loosely in Hermione’s lips; he kissed her passionately, devouring her lips hungrily—chocolate and all. Hermione giggled at him while she watched him lick his sticky fingers. Malfoys hate being dirty.

“What are you laughing at? If you don’t shut up, I’m going to have to punish you extra hard.”

“What?”

“Not what, it’s yes, Sir.”

He quickly popped another chocolate into his mouth, and then threw Hermione over his shoulder as if she were no heavier than a school bag. He squeezed her arse and dragged her into the bedroom.

“Oh, you’re going to get it now.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Please,” she begged.

He forcefully threw her on the bed and looked for his Slytherin tie. The game was in his hands now. And they were going to have a little pre-Halloween celebration of their own.

“Fucking Pansy,” he whispered to himself.

Pansy wins again.

~Fin

Author's note: The latin phrase funes restringo translates to tighten cords, which is where I got the idea for the spell. Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter as well as this second part. I really appreciate it and would love to hear what you think about the story good or bad. Look out for more stories from me soon. I have a couple already written that just need to be edited.

Cheers!

~Icicle
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