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Six of One, Half A Dozen Of Another	By : flamingmoth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Caught
- 2-Payback
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Hermione thought that Draco’s eyes were going to fall out of his head, but only for a moment. With typical Malfoy sangfroid, he composed himself quickly, even quirking a pale eyebrow at her. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” she answered calmly.

“What if I don’t want to put it on?”

She drew a deep breath. “Then we’ll have to reconsider this…thing between us.” Hermione ignored the shock passing across his face. Not for nothing was she a Gryffindor. She tried to soften the blow. “It’s not that I’m blackmailing you, Malfoy, it’s just that -- "

“You’re blackmailing me. Call it what it is, Granger,” he interrupted. "But how do you know I won't just walk away? What makes you think our...thing, as you call it, is that important to me?"

"Call it a hunch." They stared at each other for a long moment. Hermione's heart beat painfully hard in her chest, and she wondered if he would really call her bluff and walk away, thus ending things between them. To her surprise, it was Draco who dropped his gaze first. “It’s not going to stop with merely lacing me into that thing, is it?” he asked shrewdly.

Now it was Hermione who tried to conceal her surprise. “Probably not,” she admitted. Despite herself, she blushed.

He regarded her pink face with thinly veiled amusement, while seeming to consider what she said. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that there seemed to be the beginnings of a bulge in the front of his towel. So. Finally, Malfoy said, in tones of feigned carelessness, “Do as you will, Granger, if it’ll make you believe I meant it when I said I won’t peek into your little book of secrets.”

Hermione was relieved. Draco had clearly gotten it -- why she had asked for this, as well as the fact that it really wasn’t about humiliating him. She’d underestimated his quick mind. Hermione knew she sometimes needed reminding that, while she was extremely intelligent, there were also others who were as bright, if not quite so obsessed with homework. She cast the thought aside and focused on Draco.

He was looking away from her now, and although his face was impassive, she suspected that he was trying not to laugh. It annoyed her.We’ll see about that! True, she hadn’t been around the block as many times as he had, but she wasn’t a complete virgin, either.

Turning, she said a soft word and the door to her bedroom clicked shut. He didn’t move at that, though he did draw a deep breath. Hermione walked forward and, without preamble, removed the towel from Draco’s body and tossed it aside.

She took a moment to just look at him. He was tall and lithe, not heavily muscled but well-defined from playing Quidditch, and he had good genes to boot -- Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were undeniably attractive, whatever might be said about their other personal qualities.

The beginnings of a fine erection were there as well. She liked his cock; it was large, as far as Hermione knew within her admittedly limited experience, and it was as beautiful as the rest of him. Although she had seen Draco naked more than a few times by now, the sight of his body still made her catch her breath. She longed to run her hand all over that pale, smooth skin, but Hermione restrained herself.

“Raise your arms,” she ordered, and with an arch look, Draco lifted his arms up halfway.

She stepped closer and wrapped the corset around his waist, tugging it into place and moving behind him to draw the two grommeted edges closer together. Hermione drew a somewhat shaky breath. She was really going to go through with this, and he was actually going to let her! Perhaps they were both bigger perverts than she’d believed.

Sliding her wand out of her pocket, Hermione touched it to the lacing hanging loose from one set of grommets and murmured “Strangulaca corset!” At her direction, the ends of the lacing flew through the grommets, winding in and out in a criss-cross pattern before emerging from the bottom of the two rows of holes and drawing tight.

Draco snapped bolt upright and gave a loud wheeze. “Holy fuck, Granger, I can hardly breathe!” he complained, as Hermione tied off the loose ends.

“That’s the idea,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. From behind, the view was quite nice -- his arse was well-shaped, and looked rather delectable under the tightly laced cincher. “Turn around, Draco,” Hermione said, and with a slightly exasperated huff, he did so.

She studied him up and down, noticing the way the stiff garment made his shoulders look especially broad and how, despite Draco’s attitude of bored patience, his cock was now fully hard. Hermione unconsciously bit her lip and raised her eyes to meet his. His expression was a mixture of what seemed to be forced amusement, nervousness and -- unquestioningly -- lust. Yes, this was turning him on, too. She smiled knowingly, and saw a flash of heat in his gaze that made her pussy clench in anticipation.

“You look even better than I’d hoped,” Hermione said softly.

“Of course I do, although this is bloody silly,” Draco replied, but the hardness of his cock belied his arrogant tone. “I’m doing it all for you, Granger. Aren’t you lucky?” He smiled in an infuriatingly smug way. “What are you going to do to me next?”

“Maybe gag your mouth shut with the knickers you tried to steal,” she said, pointing at her pastel-colored smalls, which Draco had forgotten were still tucked into his towel, and which were now on the floor with it. She crossed to where they lay and picked them up, dangling them from one finger in front of Draco’s nose. He swallowed almost imperceptibly. Almost. Did his cock twitch at her words? Hermione couldn’t be sure, but she decided to go with it.

“I think I have a better use for these, or rather…” Dropping the knickers on the floor, she turned away, opened her dresser and rummaged through it until she found what she wanted. “Oh yes. These will do.”

“These” were a pair of satiny, lacy black boy-leg knickers, cut low at the waist. “Put them on,” she ordered, flinging them in Draco’s face. He caught them and stared at the knickers, then at her. She raised an eyebrow, and he shut his mouth and smirked at her, struggling to reach down as the corset made it rather difficult to bend. He tried to aim his foot into one leg-hole and missed, nearly falling over, until Hermione put a hand on his arm and stopped him.

“Let me help you,” she said softly. He straightened and watched as she leaned down and nudged his ankle, making him lift his foot, and slipped one side of the knickers over it. She repeated the action on his other leg, and then ever so slowly, Hermione started sliding the satin up his body, her eyes never leaving his, the knickers she herself was wearing getting very damp. His gaze was dark with lust now, the perversity of the situation obviously appealing to him.

The knickers were rather tight but she was pretty sure they’d fit him -- well, most of him, anyway. As she tugged them up over Draco’s arse and reached around to adjust the front, she let her hand brush his stiff erection through the smooth satin. He sucked in a breath, and she smiled before giving him a good, hard stroke. A moan escaped his lips, which sent a jolt of delight through her. She kept rubbing his cock tantalizingly through the cloth until he began gasping, but when he raised his hands and would have put his arms around her, she slapped them away. “No, not yet,” Hermione admonished, and stepped away from Draco to begin rummaging in another drawer.

A growl of frustration came from behind her, and she was about to laugh when a loud knock sounded at the portrait hole downstairs. They both froze; Hermione in annoyed consternation, and Draco in wild-eyed terror at the thought of being found in such a compromising position.

“Stay right where you are. I’ll go see who it is and what they want,” she told him, throwing down the small zippered bag she’d just removed from the drawer. Hermione hurried from the room, shutting the bedroom door behind her. She raced downstairs, then slowed her walk and tried to calm her breathing as she neared the portrait door.

Taking a deep breath, she called out, “Who is it?”

“Madame Pomfrey,” came the voice. Surprised, Hermione pushed the portrait open to reveal the medi-witch holding a bottle of some potion and looking mildly concerned.

“Everything all right? You look a bit flushed.”

“Er, I’m fine, thanks. Just startled by the knock. I was studying.”

“Of course. Is Mr. Malfoy about?” Pomfrey peered into the common room beyond Hermione, frowning slightly when she didn’t catch sight of Draco.

“No, actually. I think he’s out.” Right on cue, there was a THUD and a startled yelp from upstairs. Pomfrey’s eyebrows rose. Thinking quickly, Hermione turned and yelled over her shoulder, “Crookshanks! Bad kitty!”

“Are you sure everything's all right, Miss Granger?” Madame Pomfrey asked again, looking even more concerned.

“Really, I’m fine. My cat has just been chasing a mouse around my room -- “ There was another THUD. Hermione tried to distract the medi-witch from the noise. “Er, is there some message I can pass on to M-Malfoy?”

“Oh, right. He’d asked me for a pain potion, said he was getting cramps after Quidditch practice. I thought I’d bring this by before I went off. There’s a Healers’ convention this weekend which I’m anxious to attend,” she added, and Hermione noticed for the first time that Pomfrey was holding a small traveling valise in her other hand. “Please give this to Mr. Malfoy, and tell him to take a spoonful immediately when he starts feeling achy, but to take no more than two spoonfuls in 24 hours, as the side effects -- well, let’s just say that they’re unpleasantly explosive if you've eaten too much curry -- ”

“I’ll see that he gets it,” Hermione offered, taking the bottle from Madame Pomfrey and halting the unwanted details.

The medi-witch smiled. “Thank you, dear. Good night.”

Hermione said good night and, as the portrait swung shut, she leaned against the wall and rolled her eyes. She hoped that no more interruptions would take place, and as a precaution she cast Silencio so that anyone standing outside their dorm couldn’t hear any noise from within. Because if she had her way tonight, there might possibly be a good deal of noise…

The sudden throb in her pussy reminded her of the gorgeous boy waiting upstairs, scandalously wearing her knickers and corset. She dropped the bottle on the sofa (where Crookshanks actually lay sleeping, out of sight of the portrait hole), and hurried back to her room.

When she entered, she saw that the bedside table had been knocked askew. Draco had evidently fallen into it. Her closet door stood open. All the lights were out save the bedside lamp. Draco sat on the edge of her bed, leaning against one of the posts, his leg propped on the mattress and the other foot resting on the floor. He was now wearing a pair of thigh-high boots she’d worn as part of her pirate costume at Halloween, having charmed them to fit his larger feet and longer legs. The effect was extremely sexy. But it was when he raised his head that Hermione’s jaw hit the floor.

“What do you think, Granger? Do I look like enough of a slut to give you your ‘satisfaction’ now?” he asked, his voice low with desire and a strange tension she’d never heard there before.

He had haphazardly ringed his eyes with the little-used kohl stick she kept in her makeup bag, which she'd thrown onto the bed before running downstairs. The kohl was messy-looking and smudged, but the effect was astounding. He wasn’t ridiculous-looking, as another man might have looked in the same attire. Despite the fact that he’d lost much of his childhood pointiness, Draco had somewhat androgynous features, and in the dim light his skin practically glowed. He seemed like something unearthly and achingly beautiful, his eyes startling in his pale face, with his messy hair falling across them. Between that and what was wearing, all Hermione could think was that she wanted to eat him up with a spoon.

“Merlin’s hairy arse,” Hermione breathed, and took a step towards him.

He smiled lazily, pleased with her reaction, and reached out an arm, grabbing her and pulling her close. He dragged her into his lap, and she threaded her hands through his silvery hair. Her mouth closed over his and she kissed him hard, rubbing herself against his satin-clad crotch, where his cock strained the knickers almost to the point of tearing.

Draco groaned into her mouth, his tongue snaking to find hers. “Get naked, Granger,” he growled. “I’ll help.” Hermione forgot all about Pomfrey and her potion.

She replied by trailing kisses over his jawline, turning his head so that she could lick at his neck. Draco let his head drop back, closing his eyes, while his hands moved up along either side of her waist and tugged her school jumper up and eventually, over her head. She bit the pulse throbbing under his skin, and he hissed, practically ripping the buttons from her blouse before throwing it aside, rapidly unhooking and removing her bra before letting it fall as well.

“You dirty little thing -- dressing me up like a tart and then getting off on it. What would your friends say if they knew that Miss Perfect Head Girl wanted to see a bloke wearing her knickers?” Draco hissed. His clever hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her hardened nipples.

Hermione moaned, pressing down harder against his turgid cock through the few layers of clothing they still wore. “What…do you think your friends would…say if they knew you got off…on it too?” she gasped.

She could feel his lip curve in a smile against her skin. “They’ll never know, will they?” he murmured darkly.

“No, it’s our…secret -- ahhh!” Hermione writhed as Draco’s hand slid up her thigh beneath her skirt and made its way beneath her underwear.

“Yes, and do you know why? It’s because I trust you, Granger,” he said very clearly in her ear, and she stopped writhing. “Think about that.”

She did, but only for a minute, because Draco slid a finger inside her and started drawing circles with it, and it felt so good that all she could do was pant. Then she slid off his lap, and together they managed to get her skirt unfastened and pulled off, along with her knickers. She straddled Draco again and dragged him close for another kiss, sucking at his mouth, loving the small sounds he made as his hips started to buck to meet her thrusts.

“Gods, I can’t stand this anymore,” he gasped, and with an effort, thanks to the fact that he could hardly breathe, Draco stood and lifted Hermione in his arms. Rather than dropping her onto the bed, however, he made for the wall and pushed her up against it, lifting her legs to wrap around his tightly bound waist. She snaked a hand down and managed to reach his balls, stroking them under the smooth satin until he gasped and bit down roughly on her breast, causing her to emit a shriek of mingled pain and delight.

“Fuck me,” Hermione said hoarsely, breathless with passion, staring at him with burning eyes.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else right now,” Draco growled, then jerked the satin knickers down, freeing his straining cock. He lifted Hermione and positioned her against the wall, found her wet, dripping opening, and plunged into her body.

Both of them cried out as he sank in all the way. His hands gripped her arse tightly, and he fell into a steady, pounding rhythm, only slightly hampered by the fact that he couldn’t draw a full breath. Hermione wound her arms around his neck, pressing her face into his shoulder as he rammed into her, and it felt so good she thought she might die of bliss right then and there.

“Do you like being fucked by me while I’m dressed up in your things, you pervy girl?” he snarled between clenched teeth, and she heard herself answering yes, yes, crying out every time he thrust into her.

Hermione could feel her orgasm coming like a freight train, and as she writhed in Draco’s arms, he raised his head and drew back enough to look at her, his darkened eyes hazy with lust, his face flushed, and his lips swollen with her kisses. The sight of him staring at her like that brought Hermione to the edge and, with a sharp cry, she arched back, knocking the back of her head into the wall, coming so hard she thought she might pass out.

Draco slammed into her a few more times, moaning an incoherent string of dirty words as he, too, reached his climax. He pressed his body tightly against hers, shuddering violently as he came. “Hermione…oh gods, yes…” he gasped desperately before sliding to the floor, taking her with him.

It was probably the hottest thing she’d ever done, dressing him up like that, and having him go the extra mile with the boots and make-up only made it better. Hermione’s head rested on Draco’s shoulder as they both tried to catch their breath, although she noticed now he was having a difficult time of it. “Granger,” he wheezed, “do you think you could…?”

“Oh yes, of course.” Her wand lay across the room, so Hermione reached down and unfastened the lacing in the back of the corset with her fingers, tugging it loose so that he could breathe freely again. He gulped air and sighed, laying his head against hers. They remained still for a minute.

“Thanks,” she said at last.

“My pleasure,” he replied, shifting his booted legs beneath her. “Circe’s tits, Granger. I don’t see how girls can stand wearing these sorts of things.”

“Well, we bank on the idea that we won’t be wearing them for long,” Hermione smiled at him, pushing back a strand of his pale hair. He really did look stunning, and she reckoned that it was a shame boys didn’t wear eyeliner all the time. And it didn't escape her notice that he had complied with her demands, rather than telling her to stuff it and risk ending their...thing. He'd enjoyed what they'd done, but she knew that she'd enjoyed it more, and the fact that self-centered, smug Malfoy had done this for her told her more about his feelings than she had guessed before.

Even though she was pretty sure they were both big old perverts, too.

Draco broke into her thoughts by pointing out, “It was a guess, you know.” He looked pleased with himself.

“What was?”

“I figured, when I saw how you were looking at me once this thing was on -- “ he plucked at the side of the corset, “ -- that you had, er, something particular in mind. So I went for the rest while you were downstairs. Glad to know I was right."

“So am I.” Hermione smiled again at having gotten the “satisfaction” she’d demanded.

“Just out of curiosity, did you write about wanting to do this? In that book, I mean?”

She tried to look stern. “Maybe, but you’re not going to find out, are you?”

“I suppose not,” Draco replied, kissing her. Then he gave her an evil grin. “Perhaps you’re wondering what I might be writing about in my own secret diary -- er, if I had one, that is.”

“Do you?”

“Maybe,” Draco said, smirking as he ran his fingers through her sweaty hair, “but you’re not going to find out.”

Hermione smiled sweetly, drew him closer and whispered into his ear, “But I'll have fun guessing, can’t I? And so will you.”

She was very pleased to hear Draco’s swift intake of breath.
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