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Relax	By : S-Mutt Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28609 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Relax
- 2-The End...
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Draco felt the pressure of a headache, a panic numbing him yet clenching over his heart at the same time. He’d received a letter from his mother, he’d watched another attempt fail. Father had even left a postscript—Voldemort wanted to use their home as a base for operations.
Draco had no escape.
His breath caught at the thought of being trapped—because an entirely different form of bondage flitted through his memories.
He bit his tongue to hold in a groan and tried to fight off the idea—but it grew to an insistent desire.
So he bided his time.
And as he watched the witch strut down the hall he reached out of the alcove, from behind the tapestry, and pulled her into the shadows with him.
She fought, and he let her go easily once she was in the hidden antechamber.
When she spotted him, her gold eyes flared powerfully with her awake magic.
Draco swallowed.
“You do not grab a dominant like she’s a bitch!” she hissed, shoving him back into the alcove.
Draco held his hands up, ducking his head and whimpering. “Please,” he whined.
She stopped advancing, twisting one eyebrow up and giving him what almost would be a sneer as she crossed her arms and canted a hip.
Draco swallowed and shook his head.
“Please,” he whispered. “I need…It’s all building up again and they all want me to…I can’t though…but I need to and it’s all…”
“Ssshhhhh,” she murmured and approached. Her one hand gripped his chin and turned him to face her directly. She stared into his eyes for a bit. “You need to relax again,” her voice was low and throaty.
Draco shuddered and fell to his knees, looking up at her with wide eyes.
She smiled slowly, her eyes glittering. “We’ll need to make a contract, Draco,” she purred, leaning over him. His hands twitched to touch her, but he refrained.
It only seemed to make her smile more.
…
Hermione observed Draco, noting the way his muscles were all tense and he trembled but looked so needy. It seemed he really did need this—that he really was a sub and this was good for him.
Well, she’d deliver.
But it’d been a while since their last session, and she would never put up with a disobedient sub. So she had to go into this slowly, she’d gone over a basic contract with him, insisting on it even though he was confused.
Then the safe word—predictably enough he’d chosen a Quidditch term for a type of foul.
She sighed.
Hermione scanned her little pet again. He looked delicious with the spreader bars between his legs and wrists, each tied to the floor and ceiling respectively. He’d already been spanked for grabbing her earlier, and his skin was flushed and shiny with a light perspiration.
She licked her lips.
Draco breathed in slowly, trying to control his racing heart. His cock bobbed and tapped at his abdomen distractedly as he tried to listen to what Hermione was doing behind him.
He was a little proud he hadn’t cum earlier. During his spanking.
Literally being turned over her lap with his hands tied and his feet kicked apart—his balls and cock free for her touch and pressed against her thigh—had turned him on right quick.
But he hadn’t cum!
He’d be so good for her, so good so she didn’t end the contract and kept teaching him and touching him and …
Draco choked and his eyes widened at the thought he managed to strangle.
Then he choked and shuddered for a different reason. Hermione massaged her hands over him, teasing his nipples and nibbling at his skin. She murmured to him, some directions mixed in with compliments about his skin and the flush that was spreading over it. He licked the back of his teeth and then sighed as she sensuously mouthed over his pectoral and down his abdomen.
“Stay still, Draco—no arching,” her throaty murmur was just like a purr, like a rumble against his skin.
He shivered. “Yes Ma’am.”
Hermione drew back up, licking her lips. Her smile pulled her plump lips over white teeth, and it was feral. Draco felt his heart pounding as he panted and stared into her face.
Her nails scratched down his chest, a murmur breathing out of her lips as she delighted in the pink lines that raised in the wake of her caress. Then she fiddled with his hard cock, the familiar slick slide of a cock ring adding pressure to the base—but the jangling of chains and chime of a bell was new.
He blinked and tilted his head a bit, and Hermione used her hands to rearrange his trapped meat to show what she’d done. He groaned and dropped his head back, and his cock twitched in her hand.
The bell chimed merrily amidst their charged pants.
Hermione laughed delightedly, tickling a finger along his cock to make it twitch again and hear the bell ring.
Draco whimpered and tried not to twitch his hips. But the thought of her collaring him—putting a tag and bell on his cock to show her ownership—sent his heated blood racing south.
He could barely think.
“Such a good boy, you’re doing so well. You haven’t forgotten a thing have you—I’m impressed.”
He moaned.
“You’re such a good pet, and good pets get rewards. You know I own you now; you’re mine. This cock,” she pinched the foreskin and tugged lightly, “belongs to me.”
“Yes Ma’am, all yours. I’ll be good, better.” Draco panted out as he looked right into her eyes.
She smiled and her dark gold eyes twinkled at him. “So you will. Let’s give you your reward then.”
Draco blinked and struggled to focus as she let go of his foreskin and caught the chains hanging from his cock collar. He sucked in a sharp breath and nibbled on his lip—the ends of the two chains each had a clamp.
Hermione leaned in, licking and nibbled along his nipples and humming happily. The bell chimed a merry counterpoint to her tune. Then she slowly set one clamp over his nipple, breathing out over her work.
“Ngh!” Draco held in a sobbing moan as the pressure slowly built over his nipple. Then she moved to decorate his other nipple, and Draco’s eyes snapped open wide and his mouth gasped widely for air.
It was too much! No it wasn’t! Hermione hadn’t told him to cum yet!
“So pretty,” she said, and flicked one nipple. The action sent vibrations running down the chain to his cock, which twitched and chimed, and back up to his other nipple.
Draco moaned.
“Do you like your decorations, Draco?” Hermione purred and leaned up to kiss him languidly.
“Yes, Mistress, I love them.”
“I am glad you like my gift. Let’s enjoy them now.”
Draco gasped and whined and obeyed her every direction—earning permission to arch and wiggle as he behaved well through the first orgasm.
Then she rewarded him with three more.
…
If Draco wasn’t so observant he would think Hermione was an insecure people pleaser.
No, Hermione wanted people to be happy. But she didn’t just give into them and say yes and spoil them. She did what was best for them. He saw the way this made problems with her peers, saw the way she was ostracized and then pulled back in and then ostracized.
But Hermione never gave in. She was a strong witch.
He narrowed his silver eyes as he watched the weasel yell at her again, for not doing his homework for him but instead asking him all sorts of questions. Obviously they were leading questions, to the more intelligent, but frustrating ones for the git.
If the Malfoy heir recalled correctly she had undergone similar shunning over a broom, and a campaign for house elf betterment, and a date to the Yule Ball. Now she was being shunned over some intricacy he was not privy too.
If it fell to pattern, she was right and they were wrong.
A scowl twisted his lips.
But that didn’t help Hermione right now. She was frustrated and lonely and scared. He was glad that she was such a good dom and that she didn’t take out her frustrations on him, only teaching him or punishing him when he had done something against the rules of the bedroom.
She didn’t even punish him for his behavior out of it; declaring that he was his own person, not a slave. He rather liked that respect for him as a wizard, even if he liked her dominance over him as a man.
He scratched his chin lightly with his thumb, contemplating the powerful witch.
The helpful witch.
The kind witch.
But who was kind and helpful to her?
…
She hummed as she rested on the bed, letting Draco catch his breath. They’d just stopped a series of feathery sensation play and forced orgasms. He was getting more endurance, but Hermione had dominated him and shown him how she controlled his body—could make him orgasm even when he didn’t think he could or he would normally last.
He was learning so well, and as he lay there sated and panting and pinkened from their session her eyes softened. She loved this look on him—he was so relaxed and content. It was a far cry different from the tense anxious look he’d worn today, before she’d dragged him to their room.
She hated that look—hated the drawn tightness in his face, the despair, the fear, all of it.
Just the memory of his hollow eyes at dinner made her shudder—“Come here Draco.” She patted her lap and he twisted to look at her.
He blinked but struggled to brace himself up, crawling awkwardly across the bed using exhausted arms. He collapsed with his head in her lap after a bit of fumbling on the large mattress, and Hermione cooed at him as she started combing her fingers through his hair.
Draco sighed and smiled, his eyes closing as he rested over her legs and enjoyed her attentions.
“Such a good kitten for Mistress, did you have a good play time?”
He chuckled and smiled wider, opening shining silver eyes to stare up at her. “The very best, Mistress.”
She laughed softly, deep in her throat. Draco’s eyes fluttered shut at the sound and she smirked. He arched into her hand as she scratched her nails over his scalp. “Such a special kitten for me,” she whispered as she leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on each eyelid.
Draco’s eyelashes fluttered against her lips, opening fully when she pulled away.
He swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple bob.
That dazed happy look was in his eyes, and she smiled.
…
Draco choked as he walked in the room and Hermione was already there—she was wearing her usual lacey set of knickers and stockings and she looked so sexy and in control as she fiddled at the table. He licked his lips as his eyes roved her, taking the opportunity he usually didn’t have to stare at her uninhibited by their activities.
Merlin he was already hard.
“See something you like,” her low murmur echoed to him as she slowly turned around, playfully flicking her curls.
“You’re gorgeous,” he strangled out.
Hermione laughed throatily, her hips swaying side to side deliciously as she stalked up to him. Draco swallowed and straightened up, his wide silver eyes taking in the picture of her as his hands twitched to touch.
Her eyes sharpened on the movement and she smirked wider. “Do you want to touch me Draco?” she purred.
“Yes,” he stuttered out breathily, enthralled with even the idea of holding her to him.
“Let me touch you first,” she said.
Draco blinked, a little disappointed, but knew that touching in any way was good.
“Go kneel facing the bed, and lay your torso down on the bed. Put your arms wherever you like, but make sure it’s comfortable. You’ll be there a while.”
He followed her direction, kneeling in the plush rug and wiggling slightly to get comfortable before going still and waiting. He could hear her heels on the floor for a bit before the sound was muffled on the rug. He anticipated and waited, and sweat started gathering on his brow as he fought the urge to turn around and look for her.
She’d told him to position himself this way, he wasn’t suppose to move.
Then her smooth hands were caressing his body and he shuddered and sighed into the sensation of her. She seemed to be everywhere, gently coaxing his entire body into tingling and anticipating her touch.
He never knew the backs of his knees were sensitive!
!
Draco jerked and moaned as her lips and tongue joined the exploration of his skin, massaging his muscles and teething some fleshy parts.
“You taste delicious,” she whispered against the back of his neck.
Draco whimpered and panted as he bit his own wrists. Then Hermione was moving, twisting about—her weight settled on his back and he tensed up under the press of her heated flesh.
Merlin he wished he could eat her out again.
But then she continued massaging and kissing and licking down his spine, sometimes pinching or scratching his flesh. He lost himself in the sensations and his cock happily kept bobbing against the mattress side.
After scratching up his arse cheeks she spread and smoothed her thumbs down the crease.
Malfoy panted.
Then a strangled garbled breath left him and his eyes popped open, because Hermione casually bit one arse cheek before nibbling her way to his rosebud. Draco groaned as her teeth and lips played with the tight flesh there, and a small scream escaped his lips when her tongue flicked along the edges.
She drew away slightly and he shuddered out his breath.
Then she blew a cool breath over him, and his hips jerked.
Her hips pressed further down on his back, keeping him pinned to the mattress as her knees squeezed his torso. Her hands firmly grabbed his arse, pushing down.
Draco froze, wondering if she’d stop—he’d moved, he’d been bad. He whimpered.
Hermione hummed, “You’re so deliciously sensitive.” Then she set to nibbling at him and licking and breathing and—!
Draco moaned and whimpered and begged, understanding somehow that the rules were a little different today.
Then her warm tongue swiped over his taint before firming and pressing against it, pressing in.
Draco let out a strangled groan and came hard, seeing stars.
She murmured against him, the sound vibrating against his pucker. He groaned and his cock bobbed to life again. She used her tongue to push in and out, spearing him and licking at him and breathing over him. Her hands kneaded his arse and scratched up the back of his thighs, tickled the backs of his knees, held his hips down.
Draco came again with a shout, jerking under the weight of his mistress.
She laughed and then dragged her teeth along his arse, making him quiver and his cock twitch in its flaccid state.
“That was fun,” she said rather breathlessly, and she helped him roll over. He blinked up at her, stunned and still tingling with orgasms, to see her licking her lips. “Sit up Draco, lean against the headboard for me.”
He trembled and fumbled but managed it.
She was humming a tune as she came up beside him, arranging his legs differently before straddling one, the lace of her knickers pressed onto his thigh. He gulped when she arched and reached behind her, her pretty breasts in their lace bra thrust in his vision.
Obediently, he kept his hands still, but it was a hard task.
Hermione sighed as she threw her bra to the side, Draco stared fixated at her chest. But then her hands slid into his sight, gently cupping and rolling the smooth flesh he’d not yet seen before.
He gulped.
“You said you wanted to touch?” Draco’s eyes snapped up to her face, meeting her predatory expression. Then she smiled and his breath caught and his cock twitched. “You get to touch my breasts, my stomach, and my back. Nothing else, clear?”
He nodded frantically.
“Well then?”
Draco reached out tentatively and brushed his knuckles against one nipple. The nipple pebbled under the sensation, and he licked his lips. Flicking his eyes up to Hermione to see her watching him he leaned forward carefully.
When he finally got her nipple in his lips he groaned and closed his eyes—she hadn’t stopped him. So he set to suckling, bringing his hands up to lift the weight of her breasts from her hands.
Her freed hands went to the back of his head, holding him to her and playing with the hair at his nape. “Hmmmm, let’s see if you can make me cum like this. Isn’t that a fun idea?”
Draco’s cock twitched and he groaned, dragging his teeth carefully around the side of her breast and flicking his fingers against her nipples. She tasted glorious, and smelled so good. And she was so soft—perfect!
Her breath caught when he sucked the skin just under her breast, so he did it again and wrapped one arm around her to smooth up her back.
Her cunt started rubbing against his thigh. His cock woke up fully against her hip.
Draco persisted in playing with her tits, pulling her nipples and pinching them and sucking on her flesh.
“That’s a good pet,” she breathed out over his ears, “so good to Mistress.” She started grinding down harder on his thigh, her head thrown back and hair tickling his arm as he held her and suckled her and his cock twitched against her hip.
He was completely enamored with her breasts, with the taste and feel of her and the way she was letting him help her orgasm.
“Oh! Yes, do that again!” she demanded as she hugged his head tighter to her body.
Draco growled and pressed his teeth against her nipple, rubbing and flicking the very tip with his tongue.
“Yes! So good!” she shouted as she arched, her body trembling and her hips twitching.
He groaned as he felt her soaked knickers against his thigh, his cock twitching painfully.
Hermione was panting and laughing at the same time as she brought one hand down, stroking carefully up his cock before gripping the head and twisting.
“Ngh! Fuck!” Draco cried out as he jerked and came.
He collapsed back against the headboard with Hermione in his lap, her panting breaths puffing over his neck and pushing her soft tits into his chest. He swallowed hard.
…
Hermione was humming happily as she played with his star, and Draco whimpered and wiggled in his constraints. She’d restrained him in the proper kneeling pose, and then pushed him so he rested on his shoulders with a pillow for his head.
This left him on his knees and shoulders, feet tied up against his buttock and spread apart for her.
He shivered as her cool hands feathered down his cock.
“Remember how much you liked my finger up your arse?” she cooed.
Draco felt his sphincter clench and his cock tremble.
“Draco?” she singsonged.
“Yes, it was so good. So nice. Never felt like that before,” he breathed out, turning his head so he could look into her face.
She looked satisfied. And predatory.
He licked his lips.
“I figure you deserve a reward—we’re going to try something new. And if you’re really good I’ll show you a new trick.”
He swallowed, his eyes going half lidded as his imagination ran wild. Hermione always taught him wonderful things. Even though he’d thought there was no more after that first weekend of debauchery she kept him on his toes. Merlin, now his imagination had so much more fodder and his curiosity had him thinking of the most outrageous scenarios.
It all got him harder than stone.
“It seems my little pet likes that idea,” she murmured as she stood. Her hands trailed along his form as she walked to her table.
Draco couldn’t turn to watch her from his position, and he shuddered and pondered. The clamps, the ring, the vibrator, the gag, the ropes, the collar, feather, paddle, the spreader bar…
What hadn’t they done?
She returned, not showing him the new toy but combing her fingers through his hair and arranging herself behind him. He felt her fingers massage and flutter over his cheeks before he heard the snap of a bottle and felt the cool familiar sensation of lube.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
Then her finger massaged into his arse, and his breath caught. But he got used to it easily again, waiting for that pleasure. And it ignited quickly.
Her finger insistently pressed, and then harder pressed. Draco was trembling and crying out and shuddering in his prone position.
Silver eyes popped open when he felt full—stretched and pressured as Hermione pressed two fingers down on that special spot. His vision faded in and out.
Then she insistently pressed in another finger, the stuffed and pleasantly full feeling accompanied by a tingling burn. He gasped and cried out—shocked that it only made the pleasure that much more.
His cock was weeping and red when she flicked it and he clenched his eyes shut.
“Good boy,” she murred. Then her fingers were gone and something cold was pressed against his star, pressing in relentlessly. He arched as much as he could and breathed in sharply. It settled with a pop and he felt a cold hard object pressing against his arse cheeks.
Hermione moved to his side, sliding a hand down his back and staring into his eyes.
He struggled to focus on her pleased expression, tried to ignore the way that special spot pulsed inside him against that heavy pressing weight. He whimpered when he finally saw her glowing gold eyes.
“How does that feel?” she asked softly, still stroking his back.
He swallowed and turned his head to better speak to her. “Like…that spot still pulses from your attentions.” He blushed but stuck his chin up, “And that thing feels…feels so gooood.” He closed his fluttering eyes as he focused on the sensation. It was so hard to be good when she wanted him to describe what he was feeling. He was feeling torn apart and remade and so hot and cold and needy.
“So you like the plug?”
“Yes!” he yelped, snapping open his eyes to see why she’d doubted.
She laughed throatily. Then her hand smoothed down his spine to his arse and she pressed.
Draco cried out and arched and saw stars.
He was trembling as she let him calm down. His wide eyes focused on her.
“Do you think you’re ready, baby?”
He nodded his head and licked his lips.
She smiled and slowly pressed and drew back on that object, the pressure inside him undulating and retreating over his needy nerves. His mouth fell open and his eyes went half lidded. There was actually very little movement involved, but the pressure and fullness and discreet sensations were magnified somehow.
“So good,” he breathed out, glowing eyes on her.
She kissed his cheek. “Good. Now, your goal, Draco, is to not move. Understand?”
“I’m not to move,” he repeated dutifully, a little confused.
“You can tremble and you can whine all your little submissive heart desires. But do not thrust your hips. This is the only rule right now.”
He blinked. “Yes.”
Then there was a click noise and whatever was in his arse vibrated softly. He shuddered and moaned, sure he was drooling against the pillow as his eyes went half-lidded. His trembling made him very aware of the object lodged in his star, the way it pressed apart his cheeks and filled him.
It was so good and he’d be good for mistress and this was what he needed and all he could think of was how sweet it all felt…
Then cool hands smoothed over his arse and the vibrations became more insistent.
Draco cried out, almost arching before remembering the rule and instead whimpering and trembling.
“Good Draco, such a good boy. Look at how well you’re behaving for Mistress. Doesn’t this feel good? I have one more setting and then you get your reward—just don’t move.”
Draco closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.
Indeed, she managed to notch up the intensity of the vibrations again, and Draco snapped his eyes open to focus on her and try not to move because it all felt so good but he wanted more pressure and more vibrations and more touches and…
She turned the vibrations off.
He panted, staring up at her with dazed needy and almost hurt eyes.
“You were very good Draco, now you get your reward.” Then the vibrations were on right to the max and she was doing that pressing and pulling thing and her other hand tugged on his cock and…
Draco came with a shout.
Hermione hummed and leaned over him, still tugging on his cock that was somehow still turgid. And the buzzing and pressure was still there and Draco felt another orgasm wash through him—she didn’t let off.
Draco was crying and gasping as another orgasm washed through him, his whole body trembling.
Then she slowly turned down the vibrations, his body twitching.
She carefully unshackled him, helping him lay out on his stomach. He sighed as the bed sheets cooled his body, cradling his limp form and flaccid dick. Then she took out that lovely potion, massaging it into his muscles while she murmured her praises.
Hermione smirked as she looked over the satiated Draco, admiring how the flush slowly faded from his skin. She’d really pushed him today, without using any pain. And he’d responded beautifully. He’d tried so hard to follow the one rule, and she’d ended the session before he could break it.
She wanted to train him to expect great rewards for pleasure—not set him up for failure.
And he’d done so well—even now as he rested and sighed he didn’t realize the anal plug remained. She’d leave him to wear it this whole session; he was such an arse slut. He’d feel pleasantly full and then she’d remind him that toy had vibrated and pulsed and sent him so far over the edge he’d shattered. His imagination would run wild and he’d expect and doubt and hope. He would want another shattering experience like that.
And she’d been there to guide him through it.
That’s what good Doms were for.
…
Hermione murmured as she left Draco resting on the bed, going to the table and getting a small anal probe and her favorite three strap leather harness. She secured the dildo into the harness, giving it a swish of magic to keep it from drooping or rotating—she wanted finite control.
With a sigh she gave a glance at the larger dildos—wanting to see how Draco would take the ones that had beads or rings and would make him stretch open around her. But she had to start him with the probe—and make him addicted to it.
For now…she lubed up her cock liberally, flicking the stiff toy with a little glee.
With a smirk she strutted back to the bed where Draco lay obediently on his back, his grey eyes taking in her new addition.
He trusted her, and lay perfectly still. He was such a good pet.
“Remember how much you liked that plug in your arse?”
He nodded his head jerkily, his eyes focusing on her package.
“And my fingers and tongue—didn’t I make you feel good?”
He swallowed and his dick twitched.
She crawled up the bed between his splayed legs, her gaze focused on his wide silver eyes as she smirked. “This will feel even better,” she whispered and kissed his thigh.
Taking a bit of time to lick and play with his balls and cock while she oiled her fingers and teased his backdoor—she watched his expression.
No fear whatsoever.
Merlin that was heady.
So she licked her lips and prowled up the rest of his body, “Lift up a bit for me, pet. Good,” she shoved a pillow under his hips and pushed him back down to rest his weight.
Then she leaned back on her knees, lining herself up and pushing in until the first few inches were in, perfect angle for his prostate.
Draco immediately twitched and arched, his hands grasping at the air instead of reaching for her. She smirked at him and gave little thrusts over that spot, watching him twitch and start to whimper.
“Feels good doesn’t it,” she breathily inquired.
Draco nodded and moaned out his agreements, arching.
“You can hold onto me,” she allowed.
His hands immediately came down to gently grasp her wrists where she was holding down his hips. She started humping a little faster, enjoying the way his face relaxed into pleasure and his breaths became sharp and staccato.
She freed one hand to gently play with his cock, and he made a strangled version of her name as his orgasm rushed through him. She kept thrusting through it, delighting in the way his cock stayed half turgid.
With a happy murmuring hum she leaned over him, resting her forearms by his head and adjusting. Her breasts crushed into his chest. He moved his hands to her waist, and he licked his lips as he looked up at her.
She grinned as she abruptly surged all in, forcing the last few inches into him and enjoying the way he moaned and his eyes went half lidded. Mercury.
Kissing his jaw as she thrust, his hands traveling up and down her back, his cock trapped against their bellies, Hermione sighed at the pushing sensation against her clit.
This felt good.
Draco murmured her name, brushing his hand through her hair. She looked up at him through the curly mass, smiling at his dazed expression. Tenderness washed through her, and she curled her fingers into his hair to pet him.
“Who knew we could be like this, that we’d be so good together?”
Draco smiled, gently rubbing her lower back. “Are you going soft on me?” he murmured with a smirk.
She laughed, leaning forward to leer in his face. “As long as you,” she ground down particularly forcefully and his cock twitched between them, “stay hard for me.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he strangled out with wide eyes, his breaths starting to pant again.
Hermione growled and started thrusting harder, making sure to hit his prostate as often as she could. He met her thrusts with little movements of his own, and soon he was lost to the sensation.
She panted with delight seeing him disappear into pleasure, seeing his open expression and flushed skin and feeling the way he clung to her. He came between them, some of his cum marking her stomach.
He groaned as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling into her neck.
“Good boy,” she breathed into his ear, still grinding. She pulled out slightly, rubbing insistently on his prostate as his orgasm renewed.
“Hermione!” he shouted as he came again, she marked his neck with her teeth as he arched under her and fell apart.
Draco licked his lips as Hermione eased out of him, caressing his arms and face before retreating to her table. He watched her unstrap the harness, clean off the toys, then grab the aftercare kit and approach the bed again.
His eyes fluttered closed as she tended to his arse, rubbing in the potion (sending zings of echoing pleasure up his spine) and checking she hadn’t hurt him. Then she took the hot wet rag and cleaned off his cock and balls and stomach of his cum, the warmth was soothing and smelled faintly of her lavender scent.
He watched with half lidded silver eyes as she cleaned off her own stomach before taking a new warm rag and wiping him down of the sweat from their session. Then she cuddled into him, rolling him to rest on her chest.
Sighing contently, he wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled her breast. She combed her fingers into his hair, something he loved ever since she’d first done so. He always felt…safe. Always felt cared for.
It was an emotion hard to come by. He swallowed and traced light patterns on her stomach as he thought.
“We are good together,” he murmured against her skin.
“Hm?”
Draco pulled back and looked at her, propping his head up on his hand. “I said we are good together.”
She blinked at him. A smile quirked up one side of her lips. “Yes, we are.”
He licked his lips. “Can we make this more permanent?”
“What?”
He snorted and tossed his hair, “I want to make this more permanent. I want to make this more real. I want us to be together.”
Her sharp gold eyes examined him, and he was a little intimidated by all that focus on him, but he really wanted this. So her persisted in his own stare back.
“You want to be in a relationship?”
“Yes.”
“As in out in public?”
Draco sighed, “Yes, but we both know we can’t do that now.” The ever delicately tiptoed around topic—they were both smart, the war was here. “After, when everything is settled, I want the chance to court you.”
Her pretty lips twitched in a brief smile. “Okay, if you still want this when the war is over, come talk to me.”
Draco could only nod, hating the fact that she doubted he’d want her then, hating the fact that he couldn’t tell her now. He might not live through the war anyway. So he clenched his teeth and rolled into her, cuddling into her side and laying his head over her breast. Her hands came up to play in his hair again as he closed his eyes and breathed deep of her scent.
His mistress, he loved her.
…
Draco found her in the stairwell. Amidst the ruins of Hogwarts this was one of the few areas that hadn’t been struck by the battle. But if you looked out the window you could see the ravaged landscape.
He sighed and cleared his throat, looking at her from under his lashes.
She took in a deep breath and turned her head up, revealing the sparkle of tears on her cheeks. She was bruised and bloody and dirty and her hair was a mess—Draco had never found her more beautiful.
She had survived.
He let out a shuddering breath and approached, kneeling on the step below her and looking up into her face as he grabbed her hands and brought them to his lips. “The war is over,” he said softly.
“So it is,” she said just as softly, her eyes staring right into his and waiting.
He swallowed. “I want what we had.”
Her eyebrows raised and a little smirk came over her lips—it wasn’t…it didn’t have the feral sensuality it used to.
He licked his lips. “But I also want you.”
“Draco?” her brow furrowed.
A growl caught in his chest and he huffed, trying to think of how to word it. “I want what we had, but I also want to wake up to you in the morning, to know you’ll be making breakfast with me and eating with me and maybe paying footsie under the table. I want to take you out to the show, or the opera, I want to escort you to dinner and pull out your chair and feed you tidbits of my meal. I want to be able to…kiss you.”
Her breath caught.
The first rule had been no kissing—because it was just about the sex then, just about making Draco relax and forget all the pressure that was on him. But it had evolved even during their sixth year. He’d become protective over her, he’d noticed adorable quirks about her, he’d wanted to walk down the halls with her.
He thought he’d noticed her wanting more too.
And then the war, and the manor…
“I’ve been told that I’m not the best kisser.”
Draco shook himself from his thoughts and stared up at her, consternation written all over his expression.
She smirked pitifully again and shrugged her shoulders. “Ron and I shared one fear fueled kiss, and just an hour ago he took me aside to explain that…” she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, “he explained that I was a nice girl, but not really stimulating, if you know what I mean.”
“Weasley never had taste,” he sneered.
Her lips twitched in a little smile and she ducked her head, “Draco, are you sure? There are other witches who could dominate you…”
Draco surged up to hold her, her gasp and wide eyes making her the most vulnerable he’d ever seen her. Ever. Not even in the parlor. “I don't want other witches,” he growled out. “I want the one witch who noticed I needed help, I want the one witch who took my pain away and taught me new things, I want the one and only witch that takes my breath away when she walks past.” His voice had softened, and he whispered as he stared into her eyes entreatingly, “I want the one witch who knows me, who took care of me, who has a heart of gold. I want her heart, because I’ve given her mine.”
She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling.
But she didn’t speak, and he shuffled on his knees in the silence—his bravado slipping away. Slytherins really weren’t this forthright, maybe he had messed up… “Hermione?”
“Kiss me already,” she smirked, leaning forward.
Draco groaned and surged into her, wrapping her up in his arms and meeting her lips with his own. The kiss was desperate and needy and affirming—they were alive, this was real, it was a new start.
Then it became tender, and their lips languidly felt the plump ripeness of the other’s, their tongues felt the softness of lips, the sharpness of teeth, the gentle suction and play of the other’s tongue.
Draco groaned and Hermione sighed.
He pulled away slowly, drawing out the kiss as long as possible.
They started into each other’s dark eyes, her nails scratching at his nape and his hands making sweeping caresses down her back. Her knees gently closed against his hips, trapping him there.
Her eyes twinkled and her expression became playful, her smirk not feral but just as lusty and sensual as her dominatrix smirk. Draco’s cock twitched and he smiled at her.
“We destroyed our room,” she murmured, leaning forward and mouthing along his jaw.
He growled under the assault of her teeth. “We’ll find another.”
“But I want you now,” she whispered against his ear before she nibbled on his ear lobe.
Draco’s breath caught, and he choked on it. Even if they were going to broadcast their relationship they would not have sex on the staircase—that was private, something no one else should see. She was his mistress; he wanted to keep her to himself.
They would have to wait—hurk! She’d scooched forward and pressed her covered cunt right up against his cock, grinding against the placket of his trousers.
Draco groaned and crowded over her, “Little minx.”
She laughed against his throat, “I’m very insatiable,” she warned playfully.
“Oh really,” he breathed out, lifting a brow as they started grinding against each other.
“Mhmmm,” she murmured as she lipped his Adam’s apple. “I’ve also been told I’m bossy.”
Draco laughed breathlessly and shifted to look into her sparkling eyes. “Sounds fantastic.”
Hermione hummed and leaned up to kiss him again, “And isn’t there an alcove around here? I seem to recall one behind a tapestry with a Dragon …”
Draco immediately stood, Hermione squealing and tightening her limbs around his torso as he set to walking up the stairs. He knew the exact tapestry she was talking about.
Hermione recovered and laughed, throwing her head back to let the sound echo. Her hair tickled his arms, and her delighted expression enthralled him. It was a wonder they made it safely up the stairs and behind the tapestry, but they both warded it with their magic and then their hands were everywhere.
Clothes slid off randomly, hands and lips feasting on each other until they were bare and Hermione was pillowed on their discarded robes. Draco panted and stared into her eyes as he eased between her legs, sliding into her heat.
He clenched his eyes shut and thrust very slowly, shallowly, getting used to the clenching of her pussy around him—a heat he’d never expected to be in.
“Deeper,” she murmured and wrapped her arms around him, crushing their chests together and giving orders into his ear. “I like it deep, intense. I want you to make me cum, Draco.”
His response was strangled as he thrust deeper, establishing a smoother longer rhythm.
“Yeah, like that, angle your hips a bit more down.” Draco did so and thrust back into her cunt.
“Oh! Yes, I like that,” she hissed out, arching up into him.
Draco groaned and kissed up the line of her throat. “So good,” he murmured and panted, “love being in you, love being with you.”
Hermione smiled and gripped his shoulders harder, “You’re so good to me, feel so good in me. Hasn’t felt like this before.” She sighed and then whimpered. “Grind against my clit, yes, so good.” Then her hands slid down his back to clench his arse cheeks, angling him differently and physically showing him how hard and deep to thrust.
Draco moaned and fell forward to rest his head against her chest, licking at her nipples as her breasts jiggled from their thrusting.
She started panting in his ear, her sleeve pulsing around his meat. Draco felt his orgasm building, felt his balls clenching up, felt the tingle in his arse with that nerve she’d awakened as she reached around and played with his star.
“Harder now!” she breathed out, biting at his earlobe and growling.
Draco complied, snapping his hips to hers with a strangled shout as he released and she whimpered her release. Her cunt milked his cock like a vise, and he saw stars as he rested on her chest and made involuntary thrusts.
She lay panting beneath him, her hair everywhere and her skin flushed.
He blinked and leaned up on his elbows, taking in the pretty picture she made.
Hermione blinked her pretty gold eyes up at him and blushed. Actually blushed. “What?”
“You look gorgeous,” he whispered, smiling and kissing her cheek.
She laughed throatily, the sound vibrating down her body. Draco gasped and groaned, his cock twitching back to life. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’—then she grinned happily and pulled him down for a kiss.
He complied, and she started rocking her hips slightly. Draco smiled into her lips and got ready for another round.
They both had very good stamina—and it had been a while.
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