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Of Polyjuice And Imperio
By : moviefan
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione
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Part 2
Draco was making a stop at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes to collect more bits of Weasley’s hair when something caught his eye, something he had always overlooked before. Among their items they had for sale included small vials of love potion. Like everything else in the joke shop, they were only meant to be used as a joke, but at the sight of them, the wheels in Draco’s head began turning and a rather diabolical grin crept up his face.
One of the drawbacks of fucking Granger while using Polyjuice Potion had been that she didn’t know it was him she was fucking, and he wasn’t able to use his own body. Using Imperio on her solved both those problems, even if he did have to Obliviate her afterwards. But even though she was now aware of who she was fucking, technically, it wasn’t her fucking him, it was just her body acting on his orders while her mind was sealed inside itself.
But this would not only solve that, it would open a whole new door of different kinds of fun. Which was why after disguising himself, he bought a number of the potions. He was still surprised these things weren’t illegal, even if using them on others for sex was; the crime amounted to rape. But seeing as he had already crossed that bridge, he didn’t see a problem.
The next time he paid Granger a visit, it was the same process as before. Only after he Imperiused her, lifted the Memory Charm, and revealed himself, he handed her the little vial and ordered her to drink it. The fact that it was from her own husband’s joke shop had just been the icing on the cake. He then waited a minute or two for the potion to take effect before asking her how she honestly felt about him.
A dreamy smile crossed Granger’s face. “I love you, Draco. I love you so much. I’d do anything for you.”
That had been good enough for him, and he lifted the Imperius Curse. Granger was once again in control of herself, only now under the effects of the love potion.
“You really love me, Granger?” he asked with a smirk. “Even after all the times I tricked you, Imperiused you, raped you, and forced you to have my child?”
Still smiling dreamily, she reached for him. “None of that matters. You’re the one I love, more than anything.”
He decided to put the strength of the potion to the test. “Prove it. Show me how much you love me.”
She did, first by twisting off her ring and uncaringly dropping it to the floor, as if it was useless garbage. Then she reached out, grasped his face, and pulled him in for a kiss, snogging him as if she really did love him. Satisfied with the effects of the potion, he pulled her to him and kissed her back. She responded fully, opening for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Things progressed from there as the two of them furiously undressed each other while proceeding to snog heatedly. The effects of the potion were strong, as she responded to him the same way as when she was Imperiused and when he had Polyjuiced himself. And as the last of his clothes fell away, leaving him bare and her in only her panties, he grabbed hold of her and turned her around.
As he began to push her panties down her legs, she assisted him and kicked them away once they hit the floor. He then pulled her back to flatten his cock against her ass as he reached around to run his fingers through her patch of curls to her wet center. Using his leg, he spread hers wider, then crouched to position himself before sliding up into her. They both let out simultaneous groans as he filled her, and Draco was once again pleased to find that despite her having had a child, once she had recovered, she was still as tight as ever.
He began rocking against her, making small bouncing motions with his feet. Granger moved with him, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder as she reached behind her with one hand to tangle her fingers in his hair, keeping him close. Draco buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as he licked, nipped, and kissed her dampening skin. One of his arms was crossed over her chest as he grasped her breast, squeezing and kneading it. His other hand was still between her legs, providing her clit extra stimulation as he moved in and out of her.
Granger panted in time with his thrusts, squeezing her legs together to tighten her grip on his cock. The hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair was grasping his wrist as he stroked her. They moved together, their bodies in sync, their soft moans filling the room. Draco moved his lips from her neck up to her ear, where he licked its shell before lightly taking it between his teeth, causing her to gasp loudly.
This was possibly even more satisfying than fucking her while she was under the Imperius Curse. True, she was being influenced by the love potion, but she was actually fucking him of her own free will, and that brought its own level of satisfaction. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction when he cured her of the love potion’s effects and it registered to her what she had willingly done.
As Granger’s cries grew louder, she stopped rocking with him so much as she began shoving herself back at him. Her hands went from gripping his wrist and hair to reaching back to grasp his rear as she pulled him into her. Both of Draco’s own hands were now cupping her breasts, rolling them around as she leaned into his hands as he thrusted into her.
But as he continued to push Granger to her peak, she began to lean forward more and more, until Draco was forced to release her breasts and take hold of her upper arms as he pounded into her. Granger was leaning so far over now that she would have fallen forward had he not been holding onto her arms. He proceeded to thrust into her into as she let out a loud squeal and her legs buckled.
Draco released her arms as she collapsed to the floor, panting heavily. The moment she recovered though, she spun around, took hold of his member, and swallowed it whole. Draco groaned as she sucked him off, stroking what wasn’t in her mouth with her hand as she bobbed her head on him. She hummed around his length, the vibrations causing him to see stars as he thrusted into her mouth, his hands on his hips.
She kept this up for the next few minutes before releasing him with a wet pop. She continued stroking him though before dragging her tongue up from his base to his tip, placing a kiss on it. Draco had enough of her teasing him at this point and pulled her to her feet. Granger let out a happy squeal and practically jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
Draco stumbled back at the unexpected move, but managed to catch her, grasping her bottom as she clung to him, and he let out a chuckle. “Someone is eager.”
With a giggle, she leaned in and kissed him. “I just want you so much. I need you inside me.”
“As you wish, my little mudblood.”
She gave no reaction to the insult, her “love” for him quite obviously overriding any offense she felt towards the slur. Instead, she went right back to snogging him, and they picked up where they left off.
Towards the end of his lunchbreak, Draco wasn’t just fucking Granger, but was doing what would be classified as making love to her, if there was actually any love involved outside of the artificial kind caused by the potion. It had been his idea to take it slow once they had made it to the bedroom, knowing it would devastate Granger all the more to think that she had actually willingly made love to him once she regained her senses. And one of the benefits to the slower, gentler paces was that he was able to last even longer.
Currently, they were both lying in the middle of the bed on their sides, him behind her. They were both propped up on one arm with one of Granger’s legs in the air. One of his hands held up her leg while the other one was wrapped around her, holding her hand, their fingers interlocked. Her other hand was tangled in his hair once more, holding him close as he sucked on her pulse point. The two of them panted and moaned together as he thrusted into her.
“I love you,” Granger repeated for what must have been the twentieth time. “I love you. God, I love you.”
No, she didn’t. That was the potion talking. She despised him. And if possible, he knew she would hate him even more later for making her feel this way about him. He was quite eager to see her reaction to that, and he began increasing the speed if his thrusts. When he did, her panting went from the more steady pace it had been to more haggard and frequent.
“Yes, that’s it, Draco,” she breathed as she squeezed his hand. “Make love to me. Pleasure us. You feel so good in me. Oh God, oh Merlin, I love you. I’m almost there. I’m so close. Oooh, you are too. I can feel it. Ah! Cum with me, Draco. Let’s cum together. I want us to. Please, cum with me.”
Her words spurred him on. They were incredibly arousing. And yes, he was almost there. It gave him no shortage of satisfaction to know that she knew his body well enough to know when he was close to cumming. And a few minutes later, he was, his cock spurting deep inside her.
Granger gasped loudly at the feel of him cumming, arching her back against him. Then she began shaking all over as she found her own release, squeezing his hand so tight it hurt. The arm that was propping her up gave out and she dropped down onto the bed. Draco released her leg and instead grabbed hold of her hip, pulling her into him.
As the last traces of his orgasm subsided, he gave small shallow thrusts into her as she finished off hers, making sure she took every last drop before he collapsed as well. They both laid there, breathing heavily, Granger gathered in his arms. She brought his hand she was still holding to her lips and lovingly pressed a kiss to his knuckles, then snuggled back into him with a sigh.
But as pleasant as this was, time waited for no one, not since Granger and her D.A. buddies had destroyed all the Time Turners at the Ministry and it was decided not to have any more be made. And seeing how he always spent his lunch hour screwing Granger senseless, there was no time left for cuddling; not that he was the type to. So, extracting himself from her, he cleaned himself up and ordered Granger to do the same.
As she finished getting dressed, he decided to pop in and see their daughter. Little Rose was fast asleep in her crib, oblivious to the pleasured screams that had come from the other room that would have surely woken her had it not been for the Silencing Charms. She was only a couple of months old, but she seemed to be doing fine, for a half-blood. Draco wondered if he should also pop over to Potter’s house at some point in the next few days to look in on his and the Weaslette’s son, and also to give her a better fucking than her scar-headed husband ever could.
He found it amusing to think how his children would grow up thinking they were cousins when they were actually half-siblings. But then he was distracted from his thoughts as he felt Granger’s arms wrap around him from behind and lovingly rest her head on his shoulder.
“She’s so beautiful,” she said happily. “Our daughter is perfect. I’m so glad she’s yours.”
Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This was still the potion talking, and it was a stark contrast to what she had said a previous time when he allowed her to speak freely while Imperiused and he mentioned their daughter.
“She’s not your daughter, Malfoy!” she had snapped furiously back then. “You may be her biological progenitor, but you are not her father and never will be. Ron is her father, and he’s the only one she’ll ever know.”
He’d just shrugged at that as he pounded into her. “If it makes you feel better to think that way, Granger, then go ahead, but it won’t change the fact that she and I share blood, that she will always be half me, and that you and I will forever be tied together through her. A mudblood like you should be grateful that I decided to breed with you.”
Yes, her current behavior now was quite different from back then. But as amusing as the effects of the love potion were, this clingy, lovey-dovey Granger was a bit of a nuisance. He didn’t want her love, just her body, and the passion that came with it. He decided that it was time to leave, and so he led them into the living room. He took out another vial containing the cure to the love potion and handed it to her.
She must have realized what it was, as she gave him a desperate, pleading look. “Please, don’t make me. I don’t want to not love you.”
Smiling in amusement, he held up his wand. “Sorry, Granger. Weasley may be dense, but even he would notice if you’re in love with me. Besides, I don’t want to miss your reaction to this. Imperio!”
She fell under his control and he ordered her to drink the cure, and she obeyed. In the past, he had contemplated just keeping her under the Imperius Curse indefinitely and ordering her to just act as she normally would, but he knew that the longer a person was under the curse’s control that the more they would be able to start fighting against it and eventually break it, and that was something he couldn’t risk.
Seconds ticked by after Granger had taken the cure, and once he decided that enough time had passed for it to have taken affect, he asked her, “So, tell me, Granger, how do you feel about what happened between us? Tell me honestly what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
Immediately, her emotionless face twisted into a snarling mask of the deepest loathing. “You fucking bastard! You evil fucking bastard! It’s not enough that you rape me all the time, it’s not enough that you make me enjoy being raped, it’s not enough that you force me to participate in being raped, it’s not enough that you took my anal virginity, and it’s not even enough that you got me pregnant, that you forced me to get myself pregnant with your child. Now you’re actually manipulating my emotions and controlling my feelings and mind, that you’re actually making me love you, making me want to have sex with you, making me willing. You’re sick, evil. One day you’ll slip up, and I’ll see to it that you get the Dementor’s Kiss as punishment for everything you’ve done to me.”
Her angry tirade just made him grin. “Then I guess I’ll just have to be careful not to slip up, won’t I?”
From there, it was the repetitive process of stunning, Obliviating, memory altering, lifting the Imperius Curse, reviving, and Disapparating. And with this, the new norm in their relationship, for lack of a better word, was established. He continued to meet up with Granger during his lunchbreaks and forcing a love potion on her before getting a now willing fuck session out of her. And the fact that these love potions came from her husband’s joke shop added a humorous irony to the situation.
For over a year this went on. But as enjoyable as it was, there was just something missing. And for the longest time, Draco couldn’t figure out what the problem was. He got to fuck Granger almost every day, and she fucked him back, willingly and passionately. So what was the problem?
Despite the love potion, making her willing, it was still an influence on her. And in the past, once the Polyjuice or Imperius Curse or the love potion was lifted, she was always disgusted by what she had done. Granted, he liked the fact that she was repulsed by him, but that he could still manage to fuck her and get her off. But there was still something missing, some level of satisfaction in all this.
He realized what it was one day. About a year and a half after he had begun making her take the love potion, it suddenly occurred to him. What he wanted was compliance, unaltered by any potions or spells. Not necessarily her approval, he enjoyed the idea of her not wanting to have sex with him but still doing it and still getting off to it, but he wanted her willing, for lack of a better word. Or, more to the point, unwilling, but still compliant. But that put him at a bit of a dilemma. How did he get her to comply without magic or potions if she didn’t want him?
The only options that came to him were threats or blackmail. But he had nothing on her to blackmail her with, and he had no doubt that she could stop any threats he made. No, he needed a way to get her to do what he wanted, even if she didn’t want to, and be unable to tell him no.
The answer came to him a few weeks later, and his heart began racing with anticipation. He immediately began planning, fully intending to permanently trap Granger. If he managed to pull this off, not only would he get to continue to fuck Granger, but he’d be able to fuck her even more often than he already was. What more, he wouldn’t need to Obliviate or modify her memories anymore either; he could even allow her to have back and keep the memories he had erased before. He’d always hated having to erase them; he liked the idea of having her remember fucking him.
Once everything was ready, he prepared to make his move. After this latest fuck session of course. Currently, he had Granger lying flat on her stomach on the bed while he laid on top of her, his cock buried deep in her ass down to the hilt. Granger was moaning beneath him while he let out his own pleasured grunts as he thrusted into the smooth, tight confines of her ass. Granger’s hands were on her rear, spreading herself for him, the blanket clenched tightly between her teeth as the bed rocked from the force of Draco’s thrusts.
He held himself back until the blanket fell from Granger’s teeth as she cried out in climax, then he began relentlessly pounding into her, seeking his own release, and a few minutes later, his cock began spurting deep within her anal cavity. Granger let out a mumbling sound as his cock continued to erupt, and when the last of his seed escaped him, he collapsed on top of her, and they laid there like that for the next few minutes.
After that, it was a standard repeat of cleaning themselves up and Imperiusing her. After he had her drink from the antidote to the love potion though, he didn’t Obliviate her. This had been the moment he had been planning for, and it was time to put it into action.
“Granger, I want to discuss something with you, and I want your honest response,” he told her.
Immediately, her face darkened, and she glared at him with pure hate. “What do you want, Malfoy?”
He cocked his head to the side. He’d asked for her honest response, so her hostility was to be expected. “I would imagine that you’re tired of this little game between us.”
“You mean of you constantly raping me?” she spat in disgust. “Tired isn’t exactly the word I would use. My only saving grace is that you make me forget everything until the next time.”
Well, that would change if his plan worked. “What would you say if I told you I was willing to give you a chance to put a stop to all this for good?”
He saw confusion flash across her face before she glared at him again. “I’d say you’re full of shit, Malfoy, and you’re just messing with me as part of some sick game.”
He shook his head. “This is no game, Granger, it’s more of a… bet. If you win, not only will I never touch you again, but I will turn myself in and confess to everything I’ve done to you and accept any punishment you demand of the Wizengamot.”
She scoffed, clearly not believing him. “Bullshit. Why would you do that?”
“Because of what I can get out of it if I win. I’m even willing to make the Unbreakable Vow to make sure I do what I said if you win. Of course, I would expect the same of you.”
Even in her Imperiused state, he could practically hear the wheels in her head turning. The Unbreakable Vow was the only way he would be able to pull this off. And while he was risking much for this, he was confident that he would come out on top. Plus, the risk would make the reward all the sweeter.
“What kind of bet?” she asked carefully.
A smile spread across his face. She had taken the bait, now he just had to reel her in. “It’s simple. This Saturday, you come to my house, 8:00 in the morning, sharp, and you’ll stay there until 8:00 in the evening. You will come of your own free will, no potions, no Imperius. You will not let anyone know about this bet, nor will you try to get out of it, and you will not let anyone find out about our ongoing affair, or Ginny’s involvement in it; that will be part of the Vow.”
He’d thought this through carefully. In order for this plan to work, he had to get her to agree to all this, willingly, and he had to make sure she couldn’t report him until the bet was completed since he would need to let her keep her memories. The Vow would ensure that. It made him wonder how she would react around her sister-in-law now that she would remember the threesome they had had, but the Weaslette still wouldn’t. He wished he could see that.
“During these twelve hours,” he continued, “you and I are going to fuck. A lot. Freely. No tricks, no spells, no potions, just you and me going at it, sound of mind and free of any influences.” He gave her a pointed look. “Meaning you will be consciously deciding to cheat on your husband with me.”
The look of outrage on her face was utterly priceless. She looked like she wanted to strangle him, and probably would have if she wasn’t Imperiused. “Why the hell would I ever agree to that?”
He chuckled. “Because, Granger, that’s what our bet will include. From 8:00 in the morning until 8:00 at night, we’re going to fuck like rabbits. Twelve hours of you and me making each other scream. And if, by the end of it, you make me cum more times than you, then you win. If I make you cum more, then I won. If it’s a draw, then whoever makes the other cum first after that wins. Oh, and this goes without saying, but you’re not allowed to attack me in any way, physically or with magic.”
Having laid it all out, he watched her reaction with great amusement. She actually looked speechless. There weren’t many things that could render Hermione Granger speechless, but it seemed as if the conditions of his bet managed to pull it off.
“You really are one sick bastard,” she seethed once she found her voice. “There’s no way in hell I would ever go along with that.”
He almost laughed. Of course she wouldn’t, not as things stood. Whenever they had sex, he always made her cum several more times than she did him. But he had a plan for that. “Why? Because I always make you cum so much more?” he asked mockingly, and watched as her face turned red, either with embarrassment or outrage; probably both. “Don’t worry, I’m going to give you a handicap. During our bet, and only during our bet, you can try and resist having an orgasm… if you can. That should level things out a bit more, right? After all, if you don’t want to fuck me and if I disgust you so much, then you should at least be able to hold off on cumming more than me, right?”
This was the risk he was willing to take. When they’d had sex with the Polyjuice or love potion, she never resisted the pleasure, and whenever he Imperiused her, he always ordered her to enjoy it as much as possible. This time, he would be allowing her to try and hold back her orgasms.
It was a gamble, of course, but all things worth obtaining had some risk. Besides, he knew her body so well, knowing where to touch her and how to really set her off. Whether willing or not, whether resistant or not, the body would react accordingly to the correct stimulation. Tickle a person and they will squirm around and laugh, no matter how hard they tried not to. It was the same principle with sex if one knew how to do it right. If he pleasured her the right way, she would cum whether she tried to resist or not, at least more than he would.
“You will still be expected to perform and let me perform on you of course,” he clarified. “But if you feel an orgasm coming, you can try and hold it back for as long as you can. Unless you think I’m such a good lover that you don’t think you’ll be able to resist.”
He studied her closely. She was thinking about it. She didn’t like it, not at all, but she was seriously thinking about it. He was offering her an out from her ordeal, an ordeal he never allowed her to remember until their next session, thus she would never even know about it to do anything about it. She was weighing the risks of allowing herself to indefinitely let things continue as they have been or take this chance to get out of her predicament, knowing things would be much worse for her if she lost. He hadn’t told her what would happen if she lost the bet, but he figured she had figured it out on her own.
It was time to spring his trap, and he gave her a shrug. “Or you could not agree, and things can keep going as they have been. I’ll just keep raping and Obliviating you, or you can take this chance to get out of it. Unless you don’t think you can resist me. The choice is yours.”
She thought about it some more, and he let her take her time. If she turned down his offer this time, and he didn’t think she would, she was too desperate, then he could always place his offer on the table again the next time, and the time after that, and the time after that, until she eventually did agree.
“And if I win,” she said slowly and carefully, “you’ll never touch me again? And you’ll turn yourself in and face the consequences?”
He nodded. “And the Unbreakable Vow will ensure that I do.”
She glared at him. “I’m going to demand you get the Dementor’s Kiss.”
Yes, he had a feeling she would; she’d said as much before. In which case, he simply would break the Vow and die as a result; better to die than to have his soul sucked out. “Yes, I’m sure you will.”
Her disgust became suspicion. “And what happens if you win?”
His smile widened further. “If I win, then we keep our affair going. Only you will fuck me freely of your own accord. Our little affair will become the real thing. You will swear to it with an Unbreakable Vow of your own. In fact, I wrote it all down, just to be sure.”
He reached into his robes and pulled out a piece of paper. He had indeed written down all the details in case he forgot anything, wanting to make sure he got everything right and that there were no loopholes.
“If you lose the bet,” he read, “you will continue to have sex with me. You will not resist me, and you will fuck me like I was your real lover or husband. You will not resist the pleasure we will share, and will do your best to ensure that our sex is as enjoyable as possible for both of us. You will have sex with me where and how I want, and obey my instructions while we’re having sex, and you will never attempt to harm me in any way. If I call for you and it’s possible for you to come to me, you will do so to the best of your abilities, even if you need to use magic to do so, unless it really is impossible for you to come.”
Her eyes were wide with disbelief, but he was only just getting started. “You will not allow anyone to find out about our affair, or Ginny’s involvement in it, and that includes my children. If someone does happen to find out somehow, you are to erase it from their memories immediately, but you will do your best to ensure that no one finds out about any of this. If you genuinely can’t come to me when I summon you without exposing us or raising suspicion, then I will let your absence slide.”
This condition would ensure that no one would ever find out what he had done, or what they would continue to do in the future. It would not only allow him to relax a bit in covering it up, but would force Granger to keep it a secret and cover it up herself as well. This, in turn, would allow him to let her keep her memories. It gave him no small level of satisfaction to know that she would now remember everything they had done together, and everything they would continue to do together. That included them having a child together, the Weaslette’s too; it was a good thing both Rose and Al had inherited their mother’s eyes and hair color.
And with the first part of his conditions, he would get to fuck Granger a lot more often. Not only would he not be limited to his lunchbreaks, he would be able to get her to come to him. And if she was able to, she would have no choice but to come.
This next part brought him a significant level of satisfaction. “You will also not be permitted to have sex with your husband anymore, or anyone else for that matter. Instead, you will use your magic on him to modify his memory to make him think you two have a healthy sex life. The most you are permitted to do with him is kiss, strictly for appearance purposes of course. And if you ever find yourself horny, you are to actively seek me out for sex. Should it be impossible for us to meet though when you are in the mood, then you are to masturbate to thoughts of me and me alone.”
He narrowed his eyes at her in disapproval. “Also, when we do have sex, you may not ignore me or let your thoughts wander or shut out me or my touches. I won’t have you retreating into your head while we’re fucking, Granger. Instead, you are to stay in the moment. And you’re not allowed to think about anyone else besides me or imagine that I’m someone else either. You will stay grounded and with me so that you will know without a doubt who you are with and what we are doing, and you will enjoy it and actively participate. That means being active and even initiative, and voicing and acting out your desires and sexual needs with me too. And no faking anything either. I’ll have nothing less than your honest reactions from you, whether you want to give them or not. So no faking orgasms or holding them or any pleasure back either.”
That brought the list of his terms to an end, and he looked up at Granger with smirk. The shock and outrage was written all over her face, and he couldn’t hold back a snicker. He now had her in his trap. He just had to wait for her to spring it. He helped motivate her by holding up his wand and wiggling it.
“So, Granger, which spell will I be casting?” he asked cheekily. “A Memory Charm, or an Unbreakable Vow?”
She didn’t answer. It seemed he had once again managed to render her speechless. He gave her the time she needed to find her voice though.
“You evil son of a bitch,” she said quietly, her rage causing her to speak in a whisper. “You actually expect me to not only let you keep raping me, but for me to help you to keep raping me? To enjoy being raped and to seek it out?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I believe my terms were clear. The only question is, are you going to take the risk, or are things going to continue as they are? The offer will always be on the table, Granger. If you think it will only be a matter of time before you cave in and accept the bet, then you might as well get it over with now.”
Her eyes narrowed further. “Why are you so obsessed with me anyway? Do you really enjoy degrading me that much, me personally? Why can’t you just find a willing partner to screw?”
He raised another eyebrow at her choice of words. Yes, he supposed obsessed was a somewhat appropriate description. Or, rather, he was obsessed with fucking her, not her in general. He answered though with a shrug.
“Because no one can get me off like you can, Granger. I really enjoy what we have going on here. Maybe I just have a big fetish for hate fucking. But that aside, you’re a really good lay in general. Plus, I get to stick it to both you and Weasley at the same time this way. And even Potter to an extent, considering the two of you are in-laws. Now, enough stalling. I don’t want you to speak again unless it’s in answer to whether you’re accepting the bet or not.”
She thought about it some more. It was clear that she was not the least bit happy about any of this, but she was also stuck. That seemed to be the deciding factor for her as she gave him a look of the deepest loathing.
“Fine, damn you,” she growled. “I accept your deal.”
His smile couldn’t have been wider. The trap had been sprung. Now it was time to catch his prey. “Your hand.”
He held out his own and waited for her to place hers in his. She did so slowly, looking disgusted at having to touch him even this much. He kept the Imperius Curse on her, but he let her actions be her own. The Unbreakable Vow was indeed unbreakable, but the ones making the Vow needed to be of sound mind and completely willing. Meaning he couldn’t just Imperius her into making the Vow or use a potion. She had to fully understand the implications of her actions and willingly agree to them in order for the Vow to work. He may be coercing her into making it, and he may still have control of her body, but it was still her, the true Hermione Granger, who was making it.
He placed the tip of his wand on their joined hands. “Do you, Hermione Granger-Weasley,” he spat the last part, but it was necessary to say her full name, “agree to take part in the bet I have mentioned, following all the conditions that I set, including how you are not to let anyone know of the bet, and to not try and get out of it, or let anyone find out what we’ve been doing together all these years, or the results of what we’ve been doing, including Ginny Potter’s part in it, or any of my children? If you agree, you may state your conditions.”
Her lips thinned. “I do. Do you, Draco Malfoy, agree to turn yourself in, to admit all of your misdeeds, and willingly accept the consequences of your actions, no matter what they might be?”
He had to hold back a chuckle. She had intentionally added extra in there, where he would have confessed to all his misdeeds, not just what he had been doing to her. Clever witch. Not that it mattered, as his life would be all but forfeited anyway if he lost the bet, even without his additional confessions.
“I do,” he replied, completely unbothered. “And if you lose the bet, will you agree to abide by the conditions I have set for you?”
Her face hardened. She really didn’t want to agree to this, but if she backed out of the Vow now, what they had already agreed to would become void. As much as she hated this, her only path was forward.
“I do,” she said, practically choking on the words.
With each of their agreements, a ribbon of magic had escaped the tip of his wand and wrapped around their joined hands. With their Vows concluded, the ribbons seemed to tighten around their hands before disappearing. That was it then, the Vows were made. They were both bound by their word, and Draco could hardly wait until the weekend.
With her bound by the Vow, he lifted the Imperius Curse from her. Granger immediately leapt away from him and snatched up her wand, pointing it at him threateningly. Draco just raised an eyebrow at her. She knew she couldn’t attack him, not without breaking the Vow. And if he won the bet, she would never be able to attack him, or resist him for that matter. If he lost the bet though, well, he suspected he would get a very unhealthy dose of the Cruciatus Curse from her before she turned him in. If she didn’t Avada Kedavra him right away that is.
For several long moments, she stared him down, looking like she wanted nothing more than to hex him into oblivion. But then she lowered her wand and pointed to the door. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
Smirking, he got up. “If you insist, my little mudblood. And, hey, this will be the first time you’ll get to remember all the times we’ve fucked over the years. And you’ll get to look at our daughter with new eyes. Think on that when you’re with your husband tonight, because when I win the get, it’ll be the last time you and Weasley will get to be intimate.”
She let out a shriek of rage and picked up the nearest item she could find and threw it at him. He saw her hesitate for a moment before she threw it though, deliberately missing, undoubtedly remembering the part of the Vow where she was not allowed to harm him. He just laughed mockingly and told her that he’d see her this weekend before Disapparating.
That had been on Wednesday. By Friday night, he was so eager for the next day that he couldn’t sleep and had to resort to taking a sleeping draught; he didn’t want to be tired come morning. He hadn’t gone to see Granger the past two days, deciding to let the anticipation build. She would be here tomorrow though, she had no choice but to be, and then their twelve-hour fuck session would begin, and once he won the bet, he would be having her over quite a bit.
He woke up bright and early the next morning, practically counting down the minutes. At 7:54 exactly, he received word from his house elf, who was sworn to secrecy, that he had a guest arrive. A grin spread across his face at the announcement; he should have realized that Granger would show her defiance by putting this off for as long as possible. But she was here now, and the real fun could begin.
He sat in his bedroom as he waited for Granger to be brought to him. While today would be about winning the bet, he looked forward to all the different rooms in the house he would be able to fuck her in in the future. He fully intended to have them christen every surface of every room; they’d already done so in her home. He decided he would take her in the pool first; he always wanted to fuck her there. Today though, he had no intention of letting her leave his bed.
The door to his room burst open with such force that it slammed against the wall as Granger stormed in. Draco smirked and slid off the bed as she came to a stop in the middle of his room. He leisurely strolled over to her as she stood there seething.
“Granger,” he said cheerfully, “so glad you could make it. Cutting it a little close though, aren’t you?”
She glared at him. “I can’t believe I’m here. Let’s just get this over with.”
He chuckled. “Eager, are we?”
“To put an end to this and have you sent to Azkaban.”
“We’ll see, little mudblood, we’ll see. For now, take off your clothes,” he commanded. With another furious glare, she began tugging at her clothes, but Draco quickly intervened. “Stop. Go slowly. And keep your eyes on me. We’re going to undress together.”
“I’m not playing this game with you, Malfoy,” she snapped. “We’re completing the bet, that’s it.”
“Yes, and I believe the conditions of our bet said that you would be expected to perform. That’s for more than the actual sex, Granger. Now strip, slowly.”
Her hate for him was palpable, but she had no choice but to comply, and she did so with slightly trembling hands. Keeping their eyes on each other, they slowly undressed, removing one article of clothing and then waiting for the other to remove one; she glared at him hatefully the entire time. This went on until he was left in just his boxers and she in her bra and panties. It should have been his turn, but instead, he took a step closer until he was right in front of her, then he reached out and grasped her wrist, bringing her hand to his boxers.
“You do this part,” he told her. “Do it slowly.”
He half expected her to slap him, he could tell she wanted to. Instead, she grasped the side of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, exposing him. His fully erect member sprang free, ready and eager to take her. He kicked his boxers off as they slid down his legs, leaving him bare. And as she rose to her feet, he suddenly pulled her in so she was flush against him, his cock pressing against her clothed crotch. He grasped her chin, bringing his face close to hers.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
She grimaced, but a few moments later, she puckered her lips and pressed them to his. It became very evident that she was only doing the bare minimum, making no attempt to open for him when he attempted to deepen the kiss.
“Open up, Granger,” he said against her lips. “You’re supposed to be participating and treating me like a lover.”
“No, not for the bet itself,” she countered. “That’s only if I lose.”
His brow furrowed in thought. He had to admit she had a point. “And how exactly do you expect to satisfy me enough to make me cum more than you if you don’t participate fully?”
He knew he had her there. A sound of frustration escaped her, but he ignored it as he kissed her again. Tentatively, she began to part her lips, and he plunged his tongue inside, seeking out hers. She was slow to respond, but soon began to engage in the kiss as well. It took nearly two minutes though to get her to cooperate fully before the two of them were full-on snogging.
Draco allowed them to kiss for a time before he suddenly turned her around, then pulled her back against him. He laced his hands on her hips as he ground against her backside, having chosen this position specifically. For across from them, resting by the wall, was a full-length mirror. He saw in it that Granger’s eyes were closed, her face a mask of distress.
Nuzzling her hair aside, he lightly latched his teeth onto her earlobe. “Open your eyes, Granger. Look at us. Watch.”
After a few seconds, she did, staring at the two of them in the full-length mirror. Frustration was written all across her face as he ground himself against her backside. One of his hands went on the move and slipped into her panties. He dragged his fingers through her curls and cupped her mound, running his fingers over her slit. He stroked her for a short while, seeing the clear evidence on Granger’s face of her trying to shut out him and his touch.
When he slipped a finger inside her, he was pleased to find wetness there. “What’s this, Granger? Has the anticipation for what’s to come, knowing how good it’s going to feel, got you excited against your will?”
“Fuck you,” she said through clenched teeth.
He chuckled around her earlobe. “Oh, you will. For the next twelve hours. Now, take off your top, and don’t look away. Watch us.”
Her hands had been clenched at her sides, but now they came up and reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. It came loose and she reached up to slip the straps off her shoulders, then, after a few moments’ hesitation, let it drop, baring her breasts to him. Releasing her ear, Draco traced kisses down to her neck, kissing along her shoulder and throat as his hand that wasn’t in her panties came up to take hold of her breast and began kneading it.
As he fondled her, both above and below, Granger did her best to keep still, but still shifted against him. He felt her grow wetter under his touch and he smiled against her neck before slipping a second finger inside her. Try as she might, she couldn’t fight her body’s natural reactions, and he kept going until he had her good and wet.
“Now the panties, Granger,” he said against her neck. “Take them off.”
As if to prove that she was resolute, she removed the last article of clothing quickly and aggressively, leaving her just as bare as him. Smirking, Draco nudged her legs slightly further apart, and they watched in the mirror as his fingers moved in and out of her. Granger tried to keep her expression neutral, but he still caught glimpses of pleasure that flashed across her face, no matter how much she tried to hide it.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath as he grazed her G-spot, triggering a reaction out of her.
This earned her another chuckle from him, but he decided he had warmed her up enough and that it was time to move on. Releasing her breast, he ran his hand down her arm to her hand and over her fingers. He then took hold of her wedding ring and began to twist it off her finger, but she quickly clenched her hand into a fist to stop him.
“No,” she snapped. “That stays on.”
Lifting his lips from her neck, he looked her reflection dead in the eye. “Not this time, Granger. I want it off. Right now, you belong to me. You can let it come off now or I can temporarily Imperius you into taking it off; it’s your choice.”
He began working it off her finger again, and she reluctantly let him remove it. And once it came off, he carelessly tossed it aside before pulling his fingers out of her. He brought his hand up to her mouth and presented his wet fingers to her.
“Taste what I do to you,” he told her.
“No!”
“I want you to. Do it.”
He pressed a finger that had been inside her to her lips, and Granger closed her eyes and whispered, “Damn you,” before opening her mouth and taking his finger inside. Draco groaned as he felt her suck on his finger, and it made him want to feel her lips wrapped around him elsewhere.
Pulling his finger from her mouth, he took hold of her and turned her around to face him before urging her down to her knees. He then took hold of himself and pointed his cock at her face. “Open up.”
She glared up at him with pure hatred, but then reached up, replacing his hand at his base with her own softer one. When she did nothing further, he took her wrist and encouraged her to start stroking him. She did, but made no move to take him into her mouth. He helped her along by placing a hand to the back of her head, bringing her face closer. She offered some resistance until the head of his cock brushed against her lips. She made as if to open her mouth a few times, only to not do so. It wasn’t until he literally saw her mentally count to three before she finally opened her mouth and took him inside.
A pleased sound escaped Draco at the feel of her lips around his cock. He kept his hand on the back of her head, urging her to move up and down on his cock. She showed little enthusiasm though, and while it still felt wonderful, he knew that she could give much better head than this.
“It seems you’re forgetting the goal of this bet,” he told her, drawing her attention. “So, as a reminder, you have twelve hours to make me cum more than you. This is your chance to get a head start. Maybe you should show a little enthusiasm.”
The glare she threw him was expected, but his words seemed to do the trick. She began giving him the type of blowjob he knew she was capable of, and he let out a pleased groan as his head fell back.
“Yes, that’s it, Granger. Suck my dick. You give such good head. I love the feel of your lips wrapped around my cock.” He looked down at her. “See, isn’t it better to give me what I want and show some real enthusiasm? Better chance of getting me off. Look at me.”
She did, turning her angry eyes up to meet his, and she held his gaze as she bobbed her head on him. He began thrusting into her mouth in time with her head motions as she sucked at him and dragged her tongue along his length. Minutes ticked by, and she worked him deeper into her throat. He’d long since gotten her used to deep-throating him, and soon she was trying not to gag as she swallowed down his length.
Five minutes went by, then ten, then fifteen. Her jaw must have been sore by now, but she kept going. When nearly twenty minutes had passed, he felt the familiar feeling of getting ready to cum. He grasped her head with both hands, urging her to take all of him. Her nose buried in his patch of blonde curls as her lips met his base, her throat muscles massaging his length. Draco held her there, and he felt Granger’s nails dig into his hips, whether because she couldn’t breathe or because she knew he was about to cum.
He refused to release her though, and only pushed her even harder against him. And then, with a loud groan, his cock began erupting in her throat. She made a mumbling sound around his cock as he released spurt after spurt directly into her esophagus. He didn’t release her though until he made sure she had swallowed down every drop. And when he finally let her go, she pulled off him, red in the face with tears in her eyes as she began gasping for breath.
Pure satisfaction settled over Draco. He’d just gotten Hermione Granger to give him a blowjob of her own free will until he had come straight down her throat, and it had been glorious. But this was only the start of it. He was mostly looking forward to actually fucking her. But first, he needed a little help recovering.
It looked like Granger did too a bit as she continued to suck down the air she had been denied while she had practically choked on his cock. Bending down, he scooped her up and carried her over to his bed. He’d longed to see her in it since he had started this whole affair eight years ago, and now tossed her onto the mattress with her head pointed towards his pillows.
He didn’t join her, not yet. Instead, he grabbed her ankle and yanked her to the edge of the bed, then spread her legs. Granger had recovered from her lack of oxygen at this point and now lifted her head, propping herself up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”
He got down on his knees, moving between her legs. “It’s my turn now. I’m going down on you, Granger. I know how much you enjoy it when I do.”
She immediately attempted to close her legs, but he prevented her from doing so. “No, Malfoy. That’s not part of the bet. Our bet is–”
“That you will be expected to perform and let me perform on you,” he reminded her. “You got to go down on me, now I get to go down on you. Don’t worry, we’ll have the whole rest of the day to fuck. Or would you rather prefer normal sex to oral right away?”
She gave him a scowling frown. “No, but…”
He resisted the urge to chuckle. He knew exactly what her dilemma was. As intimate as oral sex was, it was still less intimate than actual sex, and she wanted to avoid as much intimacy with him as possible, even if that meant choosing one type of sex over another. But the bet required her to make him cum more than her if she wanted to win, and she couldn’t exactly do that if he was the one pleasuring her.
“Don’t worry, Granger, you’ll have plenty of time to fuck my brains out later,” he told her. “But right now, I need a little help getting back up, if you know what I mean, and this will help speed up the process. Don’t you want to get me up again so you can make me cum as much as possible?”
A torn look crossed her face. “But it…”
Would get her off too, were the words she refused to say, which would only work against her winning. This knowingly only served to make him grin. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be resisting? Trying to hold off on your orgasms so that I have more? Or do you not think you can?”
The two stared each other down for several long moments before a look of pure misery crossed her face. With a small whimper, she dropped back down and covered her eyes. “I fucking hate you.”
She said this, but he felt her legs go slack, no longer trying to close them. His grin widened and he looked down to her wet center before lowering his mouth to her and licking up her slit. A muffled sound escaped Granger and her hips jerked slightly, causing him to smile some more before he licked her again. He ran his tongue up and down her wet center several times before sealing his mouth over her and truly began to feast on her.
More muffled sounds escaped her as she did her best to keep still. That proved to be impossible though as she shifted about slightly and gave involuntary jerks of her hips. Her mouth remained firmly sealed shut to silence herself, but muffled sounds of pleasure were still heard. She refused to look at him though, digging her fist into her eyes as she tried to resist the pleasure he was giving her. He wouldn’t let her though and spread her nether-lips, sticking his tongue inside her and swirling it around.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, “this is so humiliating. Ah!”
At the sound of her pleasured cry, she slapped her other hand over her mouth. Draco gave her a moment of reprieve as he lifted his mouth from her. “Don’t keep quiet, Granger. I want to hear you.”
She removed both hands from her face and lifted her head to glare down at him. “Our bet says that I have to participate and let you perform, but I’m allowed to resist, so that’s what I’m going to do.”
He had to admit, she had a point. “I enjoy hearing the sounds you make. Hearing them will help get me up.”
“Malfoy, you are not listening to me, so drop it! You can get it up enough on your own.”
He sighed. It seemed he would have to relent on this. But no matter, once he won the bet, she wouldn’t be allowed to silence herself or resist the pleasure. Besides, she may be trying to keep quiet, but having Hermione Granger let him perform cunnilingus on her like this was more than enough to bring back his arousal, and his cock was already starting to stiffen.
He resumed his oral ministrations on her, keeping his gaze up on her face as he did so. She kept one hand over her mouth to silence herself while the other one flew out and grabbed the bedsheets, and she began twisting them in her grip. He chuckled against her as he probed her with his tongue. She continued to twist about, her back arching off the bed, her face turning red from the strain of trying to hold back her pleasure. She went from covering her mouth with her hand to biting down on it in an attempt to keep quiet as her other hand continued to twist and pull at the sheets, her body already beginning to perspire.
He would not allow her to be silent though, and dragged his tongue over her clit. Granger’s teeth released her hand and her back arched high off the bed as she let out a loud gasp of pleasure. That same hand then flew to the back of his head, grabbing a handful of his hair as she subconsciously pushed him into her. She seemed to catch herself a few seconds later, and released him as she instead began slamming her fist down on the mattress, her head lifted up and her eyes and teeth clenched together tightly.
She was really fighting, but Draco would not be deterred. Bringing up his other hand, he kept her labia spread open as he licked her while sticking his index finger inside her. Granger’s eyes and mouth flew open as the cry of pleasure she had been trying to hold back escaped her, and it was music to his ears. It seemed she was so focused on holding back her pleasure that she had forgotten that she was only allowing this to get him hard again, because he was already half-hard. He continued to show her his oral skills though while moving his finger in and out of her while rubbing her clit with a finger on his other hand. He knew what she liked, and he gave it to her, whether she wanted it or not.
In her twisting and turning, Granger had eventually rose up to a near-sitting position, propped up on her forearms as she continued to grasp the bedsheets tightly, now with both hands, gathering more and more up in her grip. Her eyes were open now, watching him, almost pleadingly begging for mercy, and her mouth hung open, working to swallow down the sounds that wanted to escape her. He watched her watch him as he curled the finger inside her, stroking along her inner walls and rubbing over her G-spot. She could fight all she wanted, but he knew it was only a matter of time, and knowing her body as well as he did, he could tell it wouldn’t be much longer.
She surprised him though, managing to keep her orgasm at bay longer than he thought she would be able to. But in the end, it was inevitable, and her climax washed over her. Her head fell back and her back arched as a scream finally escaped her. She yanked at the bedsheets as one of her legs shot out and began shaking, the toes on both her feet curling. She thrashed about uncontrollably as spasms ran through her body, one after the other.
Draco continued to lick her as she came for him. He grinned at his handiwork when she finally went still and collapsed on the bed, small aftershocks still causing her to jerk. He rose up and crawled onto the bed beside her, looking down at her as she continued to pant, her face shining with perspiration, her cheeks flushed.
“Guess that was your limit,” he told her, his ego more than a little stroked at how he had still managed to make her cum even though she had tried so hard to resist. “Looks like we’re one for one.”
Her eyes cracked open as she looked up at him. He saw that they were filled with shame and guilt, but what he saw the most of was anger. “Fuck… you…”
He chuckled. “Soon enough, my little mudblood,” he told her as he ran his hand up her body before circling his index finger around her breast until he reached her nipple. “We’re not done with the foreplay yet.”
He moved his hand from her breast down to her hand. Taking her by the wrist, he brought her hand to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, then began moving her hand, making her stroke him.
“Come on, Granger,” he told her. “You know what I like. There’s no more Memory Charms on you. You remember how to do this.”
He kept moving her hand over his semi-erect cock until she began doing it on her own. Then he released her, allowing her to stroke him without his assistance. She refused to look at what she was doing though, keeping her head turned away. He caught the look of disgust on her face though, but it didn’t bother him. He preferred it actually. He wanted her to not want this, but still get off to it. That was the sweetest part.
Closing his eyes, he enjoyed her touch, feeling himself grow even harder. He leaned in and whispered hotly in her ear. “That’s right. Get me hard, my little Gryffindor whore. Prepare me. Get me ready to fuck you.”
She turned back to him, glaring at him hatefully. “Enjoy it while it lasts, you rapist bastard. After today, you’ll never touch me again.”
“Or we’ll be touching each other a lot more than we have been. Guess we’ll have to wait and see. There are still several hours to go before we’ll know.”
He then leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth. One of his hands reached for her other breast while his other hand moved between her legs to begin reigniting her passion. As she continued to stroke him, he took his fill of her breasts before moving up to begin another snogging session. And once he was fully erect once more, he told her it was time to move onto the main event.
It was with the greatest reluctance that Granger scooted further up the bed and laid down with her head on the pillow, opening her legs for him. Draco just laughed and shook his head as he moved to lay down beside her. “I don’t think so, Granger.” He turned onto his back and pointed to his erection. “You’re going to do it.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
He nodded and reached for her wrist. “For our first official time, with both of us as us and in full control of ourselves, in every sense of the word, you’re the one who’s going to do it. You are going to fuck me.”
She continued to stare at him in disbelief, then her eyes narrowed with pure fury. “You really are one twisted son of a bitch.”
“Time’s wasting,” he told her, giving her wrist a light tug. “You wouldn’t want to kill my boner and have to get me up again, would you?”
She once again looked as if she wanted to slap him, or maybe strangle him and claw out his eyes. She couldn’t though, the Vow wouldn’t let her, so instead she sat up and threw a leg over him, moving to straddle him. His cock bumped against her crotch as she moved into position, and Draco placed his hands behind his head as he watched her. Granger caught his eye and he smirked at her, giving her an expectant look.
“Are you ready to become a full-on adulteress, Granger?” he taunted. “Are you ready to officially cheat on your husband with me?”
If looks could kill. “I fucking hate you,” she seethed.
“And that’s part if the appeal. Now, get to it. Put me inside you. Take me deep inside you. Ride me long and hard.”
Her nostrils flared as she looked down between them to see his crotch nestled against her. Lifting herself up, she reached down and took hold of him. Closing her eyes in disgust, she grimaced as she pressed his head against her entrance.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered under her breath as her nether-lips began to part for him.
His smile became even more smug as his tip began to enter her. “Look at me, Granger. I want to see your eyes when you take me inside you. That’ll really get me off, which will make it easier for you to get me to cum.”
Her face was a mask of frustration, likely for more than one reason. But after several seconds of contemplation, she opened her eyes and looked down at him, looking him dead in the eye. Then, biting her lower lip, she began to slowly sink down on him, keeping her eyes on his the entire time. He groaned as he slid into her and heard her exhale loudly through her nose. And then her hips met his and he was now completely inside her.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he grunted, feeling her inner walls squeeze his length.
He’d done it, he’d gotten Hermione Granger to take him inside her, and by her own hand no less. Merlin’s beard, he wished he had thought of this years ago. Having Granger willingly, well, unwillingly really, but still left with no choice but to do it anyway, was far more satisfying than tricking her with Polyjuice Potion or using Imperius or a love potion to get her to fuck him. This had been what had been missing before, he was sure of it now, and there was much satisfaction to be had in it.
She wasn’t moving though. She simply sat there with him buried deep inside her, a disgusted look on her face. She almost looked as if she were going to be sick, as if she were so repulsed by him that she could vomit. But he knew her too well by now, and he also noticed the traces of pleasure she was trying to hide from him.
“As good as you feel,” he told her after a full two minutes of her just sitting there, “are you planning on moving anytime soon? I don’t see how you’re going to get me off if you don’t.” Removing his hands from behind his head, he reached up and grasped one of her breasts, massaging it, while his other hand went between her legs and began running his thumb over her clit. “But I’m pretty sure I can get you off.”
She flew into a small rage at that and began wildly swinging her arms around, swatting his hands away. He pulled them back, letting them rest on the bed, and her own hands eventually came to rest on his chest. Her shoulders rose and fell as she huffed, and they looked at each other again, Draco once again giving her an expectant look. Blushing terribly, she glared at him challengingly for nearly a minute before he saw her stubbornness start to crumble. Her eyes grew wet, as if she were trying to hold back tears, and her angry expression became one of distress as she turned to face the ceiling.
“Oh God,” she muttered in a broken voice, sounding on the verge of crying.
Then she began to move on him. She lifted her hips up slightly and then let them fall back down. A pleased sound escaped Draco as his cock began sliding in and out of her wet heat. Her movements started out slow, reluctant, but soon she was steadily rising and falling on him.
He was doing it. He was fucking Hermione Granger. And she was fucking him back of her own accord, while they were both themselves. He couldn’t believe he had managed to pull this off. He reached for her hips and began guiding her movements, helping her to establish a rhythm that they fell into. The familiarity was there, as was the pleasure that came with it, and Granger made a sound of distress as she kept her face to the ceiling.
“I’m sorry, Ron,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
He lifted his hips off the bed as he pulled her down hard onto him, causing her to gasp, her eyes flying open. “Don’t think about your loser of a husband. I’m fucking you right now. And I’m the one who’s going to be fucking you from this day forward.”
She glared down at him hatefully. “No, you’re not. I won’t let you.”
“Then you better up your game if you plan on winning this bet. Come on, Granger, I know how much of a freak you can be in bed. Now’s the time to unleash that side of yours. After all, you chose this.”
“You hardly gave me a choice if I wanted all this to stop,” she snapped back.
He continued rocking her against him, even as they argued. “Doesn’t change the fact that you still chose this. Aside from when we were actually having sex, you got to live in ignorance, and you still got to do it with Weasley. But now you’ve put all that on the line for the chance to get rid of me. You made your choice, now commit to it, or end up as my permanent lover, and your sole one.”
It seemed she had no response for that and merely continued to seethe as he continued to move her. But then a determine look crossed her face and she adjusted on top of him, bending her legs on either side of him so she was in a semi-squatting position. Balancing herself with one hand on his abdomen, she leaned back slightly and grasped his leg with her other hand, then she really began to fuck him.
Draco let out a loud groan as Granger gyrated her hips and rolled them into his. Yes, this was more like it. She may have been fucking him before, but she had been rather dispirited about it. Now she was fucking him with real enthusiasm, determine to beat him in this game. Her change in attitude caused him to smirk as he reached up to play with her breast with one hand while resting the other on her lower stomach, massaging her clit with his thumb.
“Did you ever think you would find yourself here, Granger?” he taunted as he continued to rub her clit. “In my bed after making some excuse to your husband as to where you were going to be so you could fuck me? I’ll bet you never even fathomed such a thing.”
She didn’t answer as she attempted to act unaffected, because of course she did, but he could see that she wasn’t anywhere near as unaffected as she was pretending to be. Her breathing had increased as she inhaled and exhaled through her nose, her lips thin as she sucked them into her mouth to keep herself silent. Her eyes were narrowed, wet with angry tears as she glared at him, but he saw the small, brief times they widened in reaction to their coupling. The nails on the hand on his chest would dig in or scratch him. Her nipples were hard and protruding, and he ran his fingers over them. Her flushed skin shiny with sweat that beaded and trickled down her body. Not to mention how wet she was and how her inner walls clung to his length as she rode him. All these little tells were indications of her body’s betrayal as she enjoyed sex with him against her will.
He let her keep up the act, also knowing that despite her enthusiasm that she was still trying to hold back and shut out her own pleasure. Well, she wouldn’t be allowed to do that anymore once he won the bet, but he allowed her to do so now; he considered it her last stand. But while he was allowing her to hold back her orgasms, he would be doing the same thing, and he had a lot more practice than her in that with how he usually held himself back so he could fuck her longer. Couple that with how he had far more endurance than her, and he knew he had this bet in the bag. She’d underestimated her body’s natural reactions, thinking her hate and disgust for him would be enough of a turn off and allow her to resist. That would be her undoing.
He had to give her credit where it was due though, because she really did try. She was lasting longer than it normally took to get her to cum, but just like when he had gone down on her, he knew it was inevitable. As the minutes ticked by, it became harder and harder for her to hide her pleasure. Currently, she was now resting both hands on his chest for balance as she rode him furiously. Draco’s hands were on her hips, keeping them pressed down to his as he helped guide her movements, the bed creaking beneath them.
No longer keeping her mouth shut, Granger was panting as if she were running a marathon. She was still trying not to make any noise, but she was unable to hold back all the sounds of pleasure that wanted to escape her, and some moans or gasps would slip past her lips every so often. She kept her eyes on him though, as if trying to figure out how close he was to cumming. He did nothing to hide how much he was enjoying this though as he pushed and pulled her against him, both of them bathed in sweat from the near thirty minutes of intense sex.
“Shit!” Granger suddenly gasped out, her nails scratching hard into his chest.
He knew the reason for her sudden swear. He could tell by her body’s reactions that she was on the verge of climax. She attempted to amend this by suddenly stopping and rising up onto her knees. She reached down and removed him from herself, then began pumping him, her juices coating his cock making her strokes slick and smooth.
“I don’t think so,” he said, and suddenly sat up.
He wrapped an arm around her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Reaching down, he took hold of his cock, then maneuvered her around in his lap as he fumbled with it, seeking out her entrance. And when he felt the head of his cock brush over her slit, he re-inserted himself and pulled her back down onto him, sliding up into her once more. She struggled in his hold, but he only wrapped his other arm around her too and dropped back down, bringing her with him.
With her now laying on top of him, he held her to him tightly while placing a hand on her lower back and began pushing her hips up and down on him as he thrusted up into her.
“I said you could hold back your orgasms,” he told her, “but you don’t get to just stop or change things up when you’re about to have one to prevent them. That’s not how this deal works, Granger. If you don’t want it to happen, then you have to do your best to try and hold it off, but we keep going.”
Keeping hold of her, he thrusted up into her furiously. Granger whimpered and shut her eyes, turning her face away to rest her head on his shoulder. Her hands gripped his biceps tightly as she tried with all her might to hold back her climax, letting out little whimpers behind her sealed shut mouth. He wouldn’t let her though as he bent his knees so he could thrust up into her even faster and more forcefully.
“Oh God,” Granger suddenly gasped out. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God! Merlin’s beard! God! Oh! Fuck! No, can’t cum! No! Ahhh!”
Her head lifted off him as she came in a rush. Draco thrusted into her for a few seconds longer before letting his hips drop back down onto the bed and pushing her down so he was buried deep as she spasmed in his arms. He grinned as he felt her cumming around him, now focusing on keeping himself from cumming as he mentally gave himself another point in his head.
He held her like that until her orgasm subsided and she collapsed against him, breathing heavily. He allowed her two minutes of rest, which also gave him a small grace period to renew his stamina as well, before he eased her off him. She now laid on her stomach next to him, her breathing still a little ragged, and then he heard a sniffle from her.
“I’m so sorry, Ron,” she whimpered. “I love you, and I’m so, so sorry.”
Draco just rolled his eyes. He didn’t give a damn about Weasley, but he gave her another minute before he turned onto his side, then turned her onto hers as well so she was facing him. Tears were running down her cheeks, but he ignored them as he shifted closer. He took hold of her leg and hooked it around his hip before pushing inside her once more. A loud exhale escaped her and her eyes opened as he filled her. She gave him a pleading look, but there was no mercy to be found from him.
“That makes two orgasms you’ve had and one for me,” he told her as he began to steadily move within her. “But we’ve got several hours left, so you still have a chance to win.”
She didn’t respond to that, and their fuck session continued. He managed to bring her to orgasm one more time before he felt the familiar feeling of his own orgasm approaching. And when he did, he decided to have a little more fun with her.
“I’m almost there,” he grunted out as he knelt before her while she lay on her back, holding her hips up as he thrusted into her. “Where do you want me to cum?”
It took her a few moments to collect herself before she gasped out, “A-Anywhere but… inside me…”
He resisted the urge to laugh. Her response had been so predictable. While he was certain she had either cast the Contraceptive Charm on herself or taken a contraceptive potion before coming here, she would do anything to avoid any more intimacy with him, and the exchange of bodily fluids was most definitely an intimate act. Which just gave him all the more reason to finish inside her. His question had been moot, he had simply wanted to see her reaction.
“As if I would really do that,” he told her. “The only place I’ll ever be cumming is inside you, Granger.”
He emphasized this by doing just that. Granger made a distressed sound at the feeling of his cock spurting inside her, but did nothing to fight against it. And once he finished, he pulled out and grinned down at her.
“Congratulations, Granger, that’s another point for you,” he informed her. “That makes it two for me and three for you. You better step up your game, because I’m in the lead.”
And on and on it went. Somewhere down the line, she stopped trying to hide her signs of pleasure from him and instead just focused on trying to hold it back. Draco found it highly entertaining to watch her try to resist her incoming climaxes. Holding back her orgasms had only delayed them, and if anything, when they did hit, they were even stronger than when she allowed them to happen, which only made them all the sweeter for him.
Hours ticked by as they fucked in a variety of different positions and paces. They only stopped when Draco had his house elf bring them food and drink, and he took further amusement in how appalled she was by the little creature’s enslavement. And whenever he was the one to reach orgasm, Granger would quickly do all that she could to get him hard again as fast as possible so she could get him off again. She absolutely refused to let him fuck her in the ass though when he tried. He decided to let that go though, knowing she wouldn’t be able to refuse him in the future once he won the bet.
And, just as he predicted, he was well on his way to winning. In fairness, aside from when he used his mouth on her when they first started, he hadn’t attempted to get her off during his “recovery” periods. But it was no matter, he knew he had the bet in the bag. And eventually, Granger came to realize it as well. It was a moment he knew he would never forget.
It happened around 4:00. After an eight-hour sex marathon, he had succeeded in bringing her to orgasm twenty-one times, if he correctly kept track of them all, while he had only cum six times. At the time, Granger was lying on her back with her legs spread, her arms wrapped around him, one hand on his back and the other on the back of his head. Draco laid fully on top of her, cradling her head, his face buried into the crook of her neck as he pounded away at her, their bodies sliding together erotically.
Granger was moaning and panting heavily in his ear as she tried to keep up with his rhythm. When he felt her start to grip his hair and her nails started to dig into his back, he knew she was getting ready to reach number twenty-two. She realized it herself, and that must have been when the true reality of her situation, that she wouldn’t be able to win this bet, must have hit.
“Malfoy, please, don’t!” she practically wailed.
Her cry came across as a desperate plea to him, for him to spare her of the fate their bet would trap her in. It only served to make him smile as he lifted his head and looked down into her sweaty, flushed face. “What’s wrong, Granger? Has your situation finally sunk in?”
Tears were now pouring down her cheeks. “Please, let’s just call off the bet. Let’s… just go back to how things were before. I’m begging you, please!”
He just smirked down at her and dipped his head to capture her lips. “No can do, Granger,” he told her once he broke the kiss. “Our bet is bound by the Unbreakable Vow. I couldn’t all it off even if I wanted to.” He buried his face into her neck again and began thrusting into her more firmly and more deeply, causing their whole bodies to rock. “But, honestly, why would I want to?”
Granger let out a shriek of protest, but it did her no good as he kept up his strokes. All she could do was try and match him as she futilely competed with him, even if she now knew it was a losing battle. And about a minute later, her cries of distress mixed with another form of crying as her orgasm hit. It proved to be too much for Draco though, the thought of her mentally acknowledging her defeat pushing him over the edge as he felt her inner walls milk him, and he joined her in climax.
This time, she didn’t rush to get him hard again. She must have realized that there was no point, and instead she just laid there and wept. Draco let her cry as he relished in his victory. The time limit for the bet may not have passed yet, but they both knew that he had won. Regardless, he was still going to enjoy this to the fullest, because unless he granted her permission to fight back against her pleasure in the future, this would be the last time she would be able to.
And, truthfully, he rather liked it when she fought him on this, it made making her cum so much sweeter knowing how much she tried to resist, but still ended up cumming anyway. There was no greater ego-booster. So maybe he would allow her instances where she tried to hold back her orgasms, just for kicks.
Since she made no effort to get him up, he took care of it himself, stroking his cock back to life. She kept her back to him the entire time as she continued to weep. He ignored her tears as he came up behind her and pulled her to him so they were spooning. He then pushed himself back inside her and placed a hand on her hip as he began moving her himself since she didn’t seem interested in participating at the moment. His other arm wrapped around her and grasped her breast, holding her close as he rolled his hips into her.
Her inactivity didn’t last. After he brought her to climax again, she seemed to recover and catch her second wind, so to speak, and she once again began taking part as if she still stood a chance of winning. Draco didn’t know if it was denial on her part or if she was simply being stubborn and refusing to quit even though they both knew there was no possible way she could still win, but he wasn’t going to complain and simply enjoyed her participation.
More time passed. And as 8:00 approached, Draco continued to enjoy Granger’s last few hours as a free woman. They were both kneeling in the center of the bed, him behind her, her legs on either side of him. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her flush against him, one hand on her lower stomach and the other gripping her neck, keeping Granger’s head turned to the ceiling. She had one hand behind her, gripping his hip as he thrusted into her and she pushed back at him. Her other hand was over her shoulder, cupping the back of his head, occasionally squeezing his hair against the pleasure.
Both of them were panting heavily, but while Granger’s eyes were closed, his darted over to the grandfather clock to see that it was now 7:34. There was less than thirty minutes left before the bet was over. He’d made her cum seven more times since she had been forced to acknowledge her inevitable defeat, giving her a total of twenty-eight orgasms during their near twelve-hour sex marathon while he was only at nine. He was quickly approaching ten, but it didn’t matter. Physically, there was no way he could cum and recover enough times in the remaining twenty-six minutes to lose to her, even if she didn’t cum anymore during that time. Victory was his.
Releasing her throat, he reached down to grasp her breast instead. His other hand moved downward as well and began rubbing her clit. Granger gasped loudly, her back arching, and she ended up falling forward onto her forearms. Draco went with it, mounting her fully. He rested his chin on her shoulder as he held himself up with one hand and wrapped an arm across her chest to once again grab her breast as he pounded into her.
He continued rutting into her like that until she cried out once more, her strength seemingly giving out as she fell flat on her stomach on the bed. Draco was close himself at this point, but this now made twenty-nine orgasms he had given her in nearly twelve hours, and he decided to round that up to a perfect thirty, telling himself that he could last long enough to get her off one more time. Heck, had she not been resisting the pleasure and trying to hold her orgasms back all this time, he could have given her a lot more than that.
Drawing upon his remaining stamina, he pushed himself up so he was kneeling as the last traces of Granger’s climax left her. He turned her onto her side and drew her closer, lifting up her leg and hugging it to his chest, slightly draping it over his shoulder while the one still on the bed rested between his knees. Keeping a tight hold of her leg, he began thrusting into her again, waking her body up once more. Gradually, Granger began to respond, until he once again had her squirming and whimpering. She then pushed herself up so she was still lying down, but was propped up as she looked back at him.
He briefly let go of her leg to wipe the sweat from his face before hugging it to him once more as he thrusted away. He watched her face the entire time, trying to hold back his grin at the way she tried to hide her pleasure from him as she watched him as well, and he took great delight in watching her mask fall and hearing the moans that managed to slip out of her. One of her hands was squeezing a handful of the blanket beneath her, the other was stretched farther out, gripping the edge of the bed.
He held himself back as long as he could, gritting his teeth against his incoming orgasm. He knew that Granger could tell that he was close too, and she squeezed her inner muscles, trying to get him there. But part of the beauty of her trying to get him off was her not being able to fully focus on holding off her own orgasms. Draco internally chuckled at that, wondering if he could manage to time things so they finished together, and doubled his efforts to get her there while trying to hold himself back.
He got pretty damn close. He could tell that Granger was almost there, but he unfortunately reached the point of no return and ended up exploding inside her. But it seemed that the feel of his cumming set her off as well, and she ended up joining him in climax.
“Damn it, no…” she hissed out in frustration as she slumped over, convulsions shaking her body.
Draco tightly hugged her leg to him as he finished emptying himself into her, a smile on his face. Technically, he had cum before her there, but he had still succeeded in getting her to reach the big three-zero. And as both their orgasms came to an end, he pushed her leg off his shoulder and let it drop to the bed.
Granger completely rolled over onto her back as she sucked in deep breaths. Draco sat back, but remained on his knees as he looked her over. She looked like a thoroughly fucked mess. She was bathed in sweat, her damp hair was a tangled, disheveled rat’s nest sticking to her face, neck, and shoulders, her skin decorated in hickies and darkened with a slowly facing sex flush. It was such an arousing sight to behold, and now that his victory was secured, Draco relished in the thought that he would be seeing her like this far more often than he already had in the future.
Reaching up to wipe his forehead, he glanced at the clock again, and a pleased grin crossed his face when he saw that it was now 7:48. Just twelve more minutes until the deadline had passed. But for all intents and purposes, it already was. Victory was his. Granger was now bound to him by the Unbreakable Vow, forced to fuck him whenever he wanted, forced to fuck him back whenever they went at it, forced to enjoy it, even against her will, forced to remember all their past encounters and all their future ones, and even forced to keep their affair a secret and do everything she could to keep it going. Yes, Granger was his now, and it was time to rub it in her face.
With a smirk, he leaned over her. “Well, Granger, it looks like that’s it. I’m the winner.”
Still taking slow deep breaths, her eyes fluttered open. “Wha…?”
He chuckled at how she was still recovering from the intensity of her orgasm. “Our bet. It’s over. Well, just about, and it looks like I win. So, congratulations, I guess this basically makes you my own personal whore.”
It seemed to take a few moments for all his words to register to her, but he saw her eyes widen in horror when they did. She quickly sat up and turned around to look at the clock, seeing that it now read 7:49. She continued to stare at it for a long time afterwards. Her back was to him though, so he couldn’t see her face, but he could imagine what kind of expression she was wearing.
Smiling more broadly, he reached out and sensually ran his hand down her back. “Don’t worry, Granger, it’s not all bad. Just think of all the pleasure you’ll get to experience with me, and now you’ll get to remember it. Too bad for Weasley though; it’ll be blue balls for him from now on.”
He proceeded to stroke her back as she continued to stare at the clock. After several more seconds of silence though, she finally spoke. “No…” she said quietly, and began slowly shaking her head. “No, no, no, no, no, no. No!”
She suddenly turned to him, her eyes wild, her face desperate. Then she all but threw herself at him, tackling him to the bed. For a moment, he thought she was attacking him, her hysteria causing her to forget that the Vow was supposed to not let her. But then she clasped his face and crashed her lips to his. Kissing him long and hard. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth as she kissed him as if she were trying to devour him.
When she broke the kiss, she immediately moved down his body to his flaccid cock. Taking it in her hand, she began wildly jerking him to the point where it was almost painful. “There’s still time!” she exclaimed, seemingly to herself. “I can still do this!”
She then took him in her mouth and began sucking at him for all she was worth, desperately trying to get him hard again. Draco’s eyes widened in shock as he watched her completely lose it. Surely she didn’t believe she still had a chance. This must be some form of denial causing her to desperately try to win at something that was impossible to pull off.
There were now only nine minutes left, and he had just cum three minutes ago. He wasn’t even sure he could get hard again before 8:00, so how was she deluding herself into thinking she could actually get him to cum more than twenty times in that short amount of time when he had only cum half that many times in twelve hours?
No, she wasn’t thinking. This was nothing more than hysterical desperation, a refusal to accept the truth of her fate. Well, he certainly wasn’t going to stop her, and instead he laid back with his hands propping his head up as he watched her desperately suck him off.
She truly went all out, doing absolutely everything she could to get him up. It was slow going, but she eventually managed to get him hard enough for her to rise up over him and impale herself. She immediately began riding him with reckless abandon, furiously thrusting her hips at him as she panted heavily. Draco groaned as he laid there enjoying the ride, letting Granger wildly move her hips against his.
It seemed that in her desperation that she forgot about hiding her own pleasure and holding back her own orgasms as she focused solely on trying to get him to reach his. Moans fell freely from her lips, along with other pleasured sounds as her wild eyes remained fixated on his, all but begging him to cum. Well, it would be a while before that happened since he had just cum not too long ago, but that fact didn’t seem to register to her.
Her hands were on his shoulders, keeping him pinned down. Draco decided to stop being a passenger on this ride and to start being a participant. He reached up, placing his hands on her breasts, and she leaned into them. She was so focused on him though that she didn’t even seem to be registering her own pleasure, even as her body responded to it. And once he grew fully hard within her, he ran his hands down her arms to take her hands in his, interlocking their fingers as he held them up between them.
He began thrusting up into her as she started gyrating her hips. Her grip on his hands was almost painful with how tightly she was squeezing them, her breasts bouncing with their movements. He allowed this to go on for a few minutes before pushing himself up. Granger did the same, bending her knees on either side of him and reaching back to brace her hands on the bed, and they began rocking into each other. Every so often, she would reach forward to grasp his shoulder to help pull herself into him and he would place a hand on her lower back to assist her, but her hand would always return to the bed a few minutes later.
He saw several minutes later that she did indeed forget about trying to hold back her climax as her head suddenly fell back and she let out a cry as she began spasming. Draco sat up fully, pulling her to him, and both her arms and her legs immediately wrapped around him. He hugged her to him tightly and his lips found hers as he snogged her throughout her climax. And once it began to die down, he began moving within her again, and she soon joined him.
Later, when his body announced that he was going to cum soon, he stole a look at the clock. A smirk spread across his face as he saw that it was now 8:26. It was official now, he had won the bet. The Vow now had her indefinitely an irreversibly locked in. Granger had yet to look at the clock even once since she had begun spiraling, and he saw no reason to break her out of her hysterics now as she continued to desperately fuck him.
A few minutes later though, she cried out in his arms again. Draco let go as well and allowed himself to spill inside her, legitimately surprised he still had any fluid left in his body. Or perhaps he was even having dry orgasms now at his point and didn’t realize it. He honestly didn’t care. But the feel of him cumming somehow seemed to penetrate Granger’s frenzied brain. The moment they were both finished, she pushed him to lay down again, eyes blazing.
“Again!” she practically snarled.
“Granger,” he said, “it’s over.”
“I said again!”
“Granger,” he all but shouted, “it’s too late. The deadline’s passed. It’s over.”
He pointed to the clock behind her, and he watched as the crazed state she had seemingly entered slowly faded. For the longest time, she just continued to look at him, but then, slowly, she began to glance over her shoulder. Once again, she stared at the clock for a long while, and when she turned to face him again, there was a new desperation in her eyes, as if she were begging him to tell her this wasn’t true.
“It’s a lie,” she said, sounding close to tears. “You’re just trying to trick me. You hexed the clock somehow. There’s still time!”
He shook his head. “This isn’t a trick, Granger. You’ve been here with me the whole time, fucking my brains out. You saw that I haven’t performed any magic. Besides, I would need to know the correct time too to know when our bet is over. And it is.” He reached up and brushed aside some more hair sticking to her face. “You’re mine now, mudblood.”
The slur seemed to trigger something in her. She aggressively slapped his hand away and then let out a scream so loud one would have thought he was using the Cruciatus Curse on her. She then flew into a rage and began wildly slapping at his chest. Draco made a grab for her hands, managing to seize her wrists after receiving several slaps. He futilely tried to restrain her, but she kept struggling, and he eventually pushed her off him, his softened member slipping out of her.
This was only the beginning of her tantrum though. Shrieking like a banshee, she jumped off the bed and proceeded to run around his room, throwing or turning over everything she got her hands on. Draco supposed her reaction was to be expected given the circumstances and decided to let her get this out of her system; anything she broke could easily be fixed with a few simple spells.
He allowed her to continue to rage for the next twenty minutes or so, and she quite literally destroyed everything in his room, even resorting to picking up already broken objects and breaking them even further. Eventually though, she ran out of steam. She then sank into a heap on the floor and began to weep.
With the drama seemingly over, Draco summoned his house elf and instructed it to take Granger to the shower. With a bow, it obeyed, Disapparating away with her. Draco then eyed his destroyed room with a sigh before taking up his wand and setting to work on repairing everything Granger had broken and returning it to its proper place. By the time he was done, it was as if her tantrum had never happened.
He also recovered Granger’s wedding ring. With it in his possession, he made some unseen modifications to it that he would have to inform Granger about later. He knew she would not appreciate him tampering with her ring, but he really couldn’t care less as he tossed it onto her pile of clothes.
At this point, it had been about fifteen minutes since his house elf had taken Granger off to the shower. Knowing her, she was probably scrubbing herself raw for the fifth or sixth time. Well, it wasn’t like wizard showers could run out of hot water the way muggle showers could since they magically preserved the hot water.
He decided to join her. Maybe he could get in one last fuck before she went home. Despite the number of times he had cum today, enough time had passed for him to get it back up again. At least he assumed he could based on his recovery time; he didn’t know how much life was left in his cock without an extensive resting period.
Upon entering his bathroom, he found it full of steam. He raised an eyebrow at this as he wondered how hot Granger had set the water temperature. Seeing as he never bothered to get dressed after their sex marathon, he simply stepped right into the shower and found Granger standing under its spray.
If the steam wasn’t enough of an indicator, he could feel that Granger had blasted the hot water as he felt the heat from it. Her skin had taken on a red hue from overheating, but she didn’t even seem to notice it as she stood under the water in a daze. Draco just sighed and adjusted the water temperature to a more reasonable level, then turned to Granger.
She didn’t react, not to the change in water temperature or even his presence. She almost seemed to be catatonic as she stood there, staring off at nothing. Draco wondered what was going on in her head right now, if she was even thinking at all, but decided that he didn’t care. There were far more pleasant things they could be doing. And so he reached up and gripped her chin before leaning in and kissing her.
She didn’t respond, still didn’t even seem to know he was there. He frowned in disappointment at her lack of response and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. He rubbed their bodies together, working on getting himself hard again. She remained unresponsive and he began to get annoyed. He reached up and began lightly slapping her cheek, using a little more force each time as he tried to get her to come back to herself.
He saw awareness start to return to her eyes and gave her one last slap. She blinked a few times before her brow furrowed in apparent confusion and she looked around, as if unsure of where she was. He smirked at her when her eyes moved up to him, and he watched them briefly widen before they filled with profound sadness and she averted her gaze. With her back with him, he pulled her hips against him, rubbing his rapidly hardening cock against her core and his chest against hers.
She kept her head turned away, a look on her face that could only be described as sad frustration. She brought her hands up between them and began to weakly try and push him away. He wouldn’t let her though as he locked his hands together at her lower back to keep them close, then leaned in to kiss her.
She resisted, keeping her head turned to the side. When he maneuvered to try and capture her lips, she turned her head the other way, then did it again when he tried again. Keeping one hand on her lower back, he reached up and gripped her chin, turning her head to face him. She resisted, trying to keep her head turned away, and he aggressively forced her face forward.
“You lost the bet, Granger,” he reminded her. “You must treat me as your real lover, no different than as if I were Weasley. Don’t forget about the Vow. You wouldn’t want to end up dropping dead out of stubbornness, would you?”
She looked like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to shout at him or start crying. She didn’t do either of these things though, merely fixing him with a glare. Draco smirked and moved in to kiss her again, and this time she let him. He coaxed her mouth open and deepened the kiss, and she reluctantly engaged with him.
He’d grown sufficiently hard again at this point, and with her kissing him properly now, he released her chin and ran his hand down her body. He lifted her leg, hooking his hand underneath it to hold it up. Her own arms reluctantly went around his neck to help her maintain her balance as they continued snogging. He ground his hips against her core, feeling around for her entrance with his cock. When he felt his head brush against her slit, he bent his knees and thrusted up into her.
Granger broke the kiss as he filled her, letting out a small whimper. She sounded so utterly broken, but her distress did nothing to deter Draco as he dipped her back slightly and dropped his head down to her neck. He continued to hold up her leg as he began thrusting into her, pushing and pulling her against him with the hand on her lower back.
She didn’t fight him, but she didn’t participate either; she merely clung to him as he thrusted into her. That wouldn’t do, as the Vow required her to fully participate in their sex. He didn’t know when the Vow would be considered broken in regards to her not acting the part of a real lover, perhaps it was even up to him to decide when that was, but it would be best to give her some incentive.
Lifting his mouth from her neck, he pressed a kiss to her lips. “Don’t forget, you need to participate in this as well. Fully participate. Your life is literally on the line.”
A miserable look crossed her face that could almost be described as tortured, but a few moments later, he had her participating. He nodded in satisfaction and dipped her back further so he could lean down and capture a nipple in his mouth. At first he thought that she had begun whimpering as he sucked on the bud, but then he realized that she was crying. He chose to ignore her tears though as he continued fucking her. He knew she was experiencing pleasure despite her tears, so she could cry about it all she wanted.
Unlike during their sex marathon, she wasn’t allowed to hide or resist her pleasure or orgasm anymore, and though it was mixed with her crying, pleasured sounds escaped her, and some minutes later, he felt her climax around him. But while she had climaxed and was participating, she was rather dispirited. Well, he couldn’t have that, and he decided to kick things up a notch. He moved the hand on her lower back down further and lifted up her other leg as well while adjusting his hold on the leg he was already holding up. Then, displaying his strength, he managed to sink down to his knees while still holding her up.
Once he was on the floor, he released her legs and laid down so he was lying on his back with Granger straddling him. He looked up at her face, which he knew would be wet with tears if not for the shower and gave her an expectant look. “Well, what are you waiting for, Granger? Ride me.”
Her face twisted with further distress. Instead of riding him though, she began to weakly beat him with her fists. The blows didn’t even hurt as she childishly hit him with the sides of her fists while letting out small whimpers. He grabbed her wrists though as she continued to try and hide them, holding them out at her sides.
“Granger,” he said, lifting his hips off the floor, causing her to inhale loudly, “I told you to ride me. And show some enthusiasm. If you don’t satisfy me, you’ll be breaking the Vow, so get to it.”
He wasn’t just saying this to try and be mean, he was trying to get a reaction out of her. And it seemed like he accomplished that when he saw her sadness and despair give way to anger. She looked like she wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes out, but instead, she began to lift herself off him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She threw a look of hate his way. “I’m turning around, I don’t want to look at you.”
She did as she said, turning around so she was facing away from him before sinking back down onto him. He shrugged internally and allowed this. “Very well. Just remember that you’re not allowed to ignore me or shut me out, so no pretending you’re not here with me.”
He heard her mutter, “God damn you,” before she began riding him like he wanted, showing more enthusiasm than she had been. Draco decided to indulge her in not wanting to look at him. He would let her get away with that for now, as this was a good and legitimate sex position, but it he wouldn’t allow her to keep doing that in the future. Another condition of the Vow was that she was to remain grounded and aware of who she was with, not pretend that she wasn’t here or that she was with someone else. For now though, it was nice to be able to admire her backside as she rode him reverse-cowgirl.
“And don’t be thinking of anyone else either,” he told her as he took hold of her hips. “You’ll end up dead if you do.”
“I know the fucking conditions!” she aggressively snapped as she proceeded to ride him, and they continued to fuck for a time afterwards. And when they both finally reached climax, he decided to finally call it a night.
Today had been a very fun and rewarding day, but he was utterly spent and completely wiped; a good night’s sleep now sounded very appealing. He was sure Granger was just as exhausted as he was. She would probably go to bed hoping that when she woke up tomorrow that this would all prove to be a nightmare, only to be crushed to find that it wasn’t. He wished he could be there to see that. This was her life now. She was his to fuck pretty much whenever he wanted. And, in truth, this had already been her life for several years now, she just hadn’t remembered it. But she would from now on.
He decided to be polite and show her out himself rather than have his house elf escort her out, primarily so he could have one last thing to tell her before she left. “Have a good night, Granger. Since we had such an exciting day, I’ll let you sleep in tomorrow, but I expect you to be over again by noon the latest.”
She gave him a look of pure hate. “I’m not coming, Malfoy. I don’t care about the damn bet; I’m not having sex with you ever again.”
He just shrugged, knowing she didn’t actually mean it. “Then you’ll die. If you prefer death over the pleasure we share, that’s on you. Go ahead and try and report me too if you want. See how much you’ll be able to say before the Vow kills you.” He gave her a pointed look, letting her know that he was calling her bluff. “But I think we both know that won’t be happening, Granger. Gryffindor to the core. You’re too ‘courageous’ to take the cowards way out.”
“I wouldn’t call facing death cowardly!” she argued. “I’d rather die than have sex with you again!”
He shrugged again. “So die then. Die and leave your husband a widower and our daughter motherless. Not to mention your parents childless, your in-laws without you, your nieces and nephews without their aunt. Break the hearts of everyone who would suffer from losing you because of your pride.”
If the Vow hadn’t prevented her from killing him right then and there, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would have; the look on her face made that very clear. But she was stuck, and all she could do was furiously storm out of the house. Draco watched her go with a smile on his face, already anticipating tomorrow.
She would be back. He knew she would be back. She was just being stubborn right now. Even if she really was willing to die rather than have sex with him again, as he had pointed out, she would go on for her family and friends, she would keep living for her their sake, endure the pleasure they gave each other again and again, no matter how much she didn’t want it.
He chuckled at his own thoughts. Enduring pleasure. It was funny how in Granger’s eyes that would be seen as a form of torment. A phycological one, perhaps, but a torturous experience all the same. She hated being forced to experience pleasure with him. And the more pleasure he gave her, not to mention the more she gave him, would only be all the more torturous for her. And he fully intended for them both to indulge in that pleasure as often and possible. He could hardly wait.
Feeling exhausted after a full day of fucking, he headed off to bed. And when he woke up the next day, he found himself already sporting an erection for Granger’s upcoming visit. He would have to try and arrange it to have her spend the night with him as often as he could. It would be so great to be able to just roll on top of her first thing in the morning and take care of his morning wood inside her. Or maybe he would just have them both go to sleep while he was still inside her, and when one of them woke up the next morning, they would wake the other mid-fuck, already connected and ready to go. Yes, he liked that idea even better.
He’d told Granger that he expected her at noon the latest. He had no doubt that she would push that as late as possible again, but he knew she would come. She had to, there was no other choice. It would be a preview of things to come. Even if she had to resort to using magic, if she could get away without letting her affair get out, then she had to come. Of course, he knew that there would be some instances where getting away really would be impossible, he wasn’t irrational, but if it was possible, and she knew it was possible, or found a way to make it happen, then she had no choice but to come and get her brains fucked out.
The next day, he decided to wait for her by his pool. As he’d been thinking about the previous night, he wanted to experience fucking Granger in the pool, something he’d had yet to do. And so he lounged by his pool with instructions to his house elf to escort her Granger here when she arrived. And just as he predicted, she pushed the time as close as possible, practically arriving at noon on the dot.
With his arms behind his head, he smirked at Granger as she stood by his lounge chair. A pair of bathing trunks was the only thing he wore, and now that his mudblood lover was here, they would be gone soon enough, as would her own clothes. He looked forward to seducing her out of them, and she would have no choice but to let him.
“Granger,” he said pleasantly with a mocking smile, “fancy seeing you here. I thought you said you weren’t coming.”
Her eyes just narrowed on her already glaring face. “Let’s just get this over with.”
She’d said pretty much the same thing yesterday, and he shook his finger at her as if she were a naughty child. “Tut-tut, Granger. Did you forget the conditions you’re now obligated to fulfil? There’s no ‘getting it over with’. We’ll be enjoying ourselves fully. We give and take as much pleasure from this as possible. You’re to be enthusiastic and involved. Remember?”
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “I… remember…”
He nodded. “Good. Then, if you’re ready, I say we get started. But first, a little preview of what’s to come. Strip for me.”
Her face hardened, but after a few moments, she began aggressively tearing off her clothes. Draco had been hoping for more of a striptease, but he found her aggression amusing, so he decided to save the striptease for another time. And when she had stripped down to just her bra and panties, he stopped her and patted his lap.
“Come over here and start grinding on me.” He told her. “I’m good to go, but something tells me we need to get you in the mood a bit.”
He watched as she closed her eyes. “God, I hate you.”
She came to him all the same, crawling up his body and sitting on his lap with a leg on either side of him. Her nether-region was nestled against his bulge, with only his bathing suit and her panties separating them. Draco gave her an expectant look when she just sat there for a few moments, and she scowled back at him before she began grinding on him.
For a few moments, it looked as if she was going to try and close herself off from feeling what she was doing, but then she seemed to remember that she wasn’t allowed to. Draco grinned at this as she moved her hips forward and back over him and made small circles. He watched as she stimulated herself and him, noting the signs of pleasure that began to flash across her face.
She gripped her own ankles for leverage to push herself against him even harder as she gyrated her hips, and her mouth opened in a pleasured gasp. Draco let out a groan of his own as his hands closed into fists behind his head. Granger continued to stimulate herself further. Her eyes drifted shut, and she subconsciously licked her lips as her breathing increased.
“That’s right, Granger,” he told her. “Make yourself wet. Get yourself ready to fuck me.”
She glared down at him. “Merlin, will you just shut up. I don’t want to hear your voice.”
He frowned slightly. While the Vow would force her to fuck him, and to enjoy fucking him, it seemed she would need to be trained up on her attitude a bit. He enjoyed her feistiness and even her defiance, but he would not be disrespected by a filthy mudblood.
Removing his hands from behind his head, he began stroking her legs. “I’ll speak all I want, Granger, and I’ll touch you all I want and however I want. Your body belongs to me now, and the faster you get that through that pretty head of yours, the easier this will be. The only control you have is what I give you. Now move your sexy ass. And ditch the bra too.”
Her lips thinned in frustration, but she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then removed one strap and then the other, baring her breasts to him. And after tossing it away, she went back to grinding against him. Satisfied with her compliance, he rested his hands behind his head again as she ground herself against his erection.
He allowed this to go on until he felt moisture forming against his bathing suit. A victorious smile spread across his face that Granger had sufficiently made herself wet enough that he could feel it through both her panties and his bathing suit. The grin he flashed her let her that know he could feel her wetness and her face turned crimson as a look of shame and frustration crossed her face, and she looked away, disgusted with herself.
“Well now,” he said arrogantly, “I think we’ve got you in the mood now.”
She threw him a dirty look. “Don’t mistake a normal body reaction for me getting ‘in the mood’, Malfoy. Becoming aroused from stimulation is one thing, but I have absolutely zero desire to have sex with you. It repulses me.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Then perhaps we need to do better. Remove your panties. And make it sexy.”
A deep, frustrated sigh escaped her, but she climbed off his lap and turned around. Standing beside him, she sensually ran her hands down her body and hooked her fingers into her panties. She then moved her hips in a dance-like fashion as she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Then, much to his surprise, she turned to face him, openly showing off her body to him. Draco almost wanted to laugh at this new display of stubbornness. She was most obviously trying to be strong by showing that she would face down this assault on her body. That was fine with him, he liked this type of stubbornness from her.
“Very nice,” he said, and then nodded down to his bathing suit. “And now you do me.”
“For God’s sake, Malfoy, just remove them yourself.”
He shook his head. “No, you do it. You’ll be undressing me quite often in the future, so you might as well get used to doing it now. It’s not like you haven’t done it literally hundreds of times already.”
She muttered something under her breath at that, nothing pleasant he imagined, but then reached for his bathing suit and began working it down his legs. His erection sprang free as she jerked his swimwear down and off, then threw them directly in his face.
Tossing the bathing suit aside, he looked back up at Granger with a frown. “You seem really frustrated, Granger. I think you could do with a little more stimulation.” He pointed to his erect cock. “So get back to grinding. I want you to rub yourself against me until you make yourself cum.” At her glare, he decided to give her some extra motivation. “And the faster you do it, the faster we can get to the fucking. And the better you perform at that, the faster I’ll cum, and you’ll get to go home all the sooner.”
He actually heard her knuckles crack with how hard she clenched her fists. With a muttered, “Damn you”, she climbed back on top of him and resumed her grinding on his cock, this time with no barriers in the way. He felt her grow even wetter the longer she kept it up, shoving her hips at him hard as she humped against him. His cock slid neatly through her folds, her nether-lips parting to glide along his length. And after several minutes of this, she turned around so she was facing away from him and continued grinding.
Small grunts and groans escaped Draco as she slid over him. Upon her turning around, he grasped her rear end to aid her movements. Her own sounds of pleasure escaped her, the Vow preventing her from resisting her hiding her enjoyment. He ordered her to start touching herself as she ground on him, and her hands began moving over her body, stimulating her further.
It was almost like he had her Imperiused again, but knowing she was acting on her own made it even better. She kept up the stimulation, moving against him faster and harder the longer she ground on him. He couldn’t see her face with her turned around, but he could imagine the look of frustration and pleasure on it, and he certainly heard it when she eventually cried out and came on top of him, soaking both their waists with her juices.
While she was in the throes of orgasm, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her. One of his hands moved down between her legs and he immediately shoved two fingers into her. With his expert and knowing touch, he sent her skyrocketing into another climax just as her first one was beginning to die down. His other arm held her in place as she squirmed about, holding her to him until she finally calmed down.
“There we go,” he said hotly in her ear. “See how pleasurable this can be.”
Panting heavily, she threw him a dirty look over her shoulder. “I don’t… want you…to give me… pleasure.”
He just chuckled and licked a path from her collarbone up to her ear, tasting the saltiness of her damp skin. “And that’s what makes this so fun. So, how about we cool off in the pool before we heat things up again.”
She was quick to extract herself from his arms and climbed off him on wobbly legs. He got up as well as she made to head to the pool, and his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. He yanked her back towards him and turned her around, then he wrapped his arms around her so their fronts were pressed up against each other and kissed her.
A muffled sound of protest escaped her, but then she was kissing him back. He invaded her mouth, deepening the kiss, and she engaged her tongue with his. He nudged her arms, indicating what he wanted, and they soon wrapped around his neck, bringing them even closer together. And after about a minute of snogging, he reached down and grasped her bottom, lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist on reflex and her arms tightened around his neck as she hung in the air.
Carrying her just like this, Draco moved them over to the pool and stepped down the steps into the cool water. It felt refreshing against his heated skin, and he walked them into deeper waters until it was up to their shoulders. He stopped here and sank beneath the surface, taking them both under. They kept snogging the whole time, and Draco kept them under until air was needed before surfacing. Both he and Granger came apart and took a deep breath. Granger’s legs came down from around his waist to stand on her own, and her arms unwrapped from his neck to push her wet hair out of her face.
As she wiped the water from her face, Draco placed a hand on her lower back and took hold of himself with his other hand, moving closer as he lined himself up with her entrance. He heard her inhale as the head of his cock brushed against her slit, and her hands grabbed his shoulders as he prepared to enter her.
“Malfoy, please don’t,” she begged, her voice breaking into a whimper.
He looked at her face to see that her bravado had been replaced with a look of desperation, pleading for him not to violate her. He just smiled and placed a quick kiss to her nose. “Now, Granger, it’s already done. There is no stopping this, not ever, I made sure of it. All you can do now is enjoy it. You might as well get something out of it. Not that you have a choice but to enjoy it.”
He then thrusted up into her. Granger’s mouth fell open as he filled her before she closed her eyes in despair. He wrapped his arms around her, gripping her rear, and began thrusting in and out of her. Granger whimpered lightly and hooked her arms beneath his, grasping his shoulders. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as he thrusted into her, enjoying the exquisite feel of her wet heat.
His thrusts had her practically standing on her tiptoes, and as he pounded into her, she slowly inched backwards, slowly moving them away from the middle of the pool. They eventually reached the other side, and Granger was sandwiched between the pool wall and his body. He continued to pound into her for a short while after that before suddenly turning her around. He had her hang onto the edge of the pool before he took hold of himself and pushed his way back inside and began thrusting into her again.
It was still hard to believe that he had somehow managed to get them to this point, how he had managed to trap Granger in this whole affair. He knew the consequences would be severe if what he had done was ever discovered, but seeing as Granger had no choice but to help keep it a secret, even if their affair was discovered and neither of them managed to Obliviate whoever discovered it before word of their affair got around, there would be no way for her to let anyone know that it wasn’t consensual. So really, there was no fear of consequences thanks to the Vow. But even if there was a risk of consequences, being able to fuck Granger like this was so worth it.
And fucking her in the pool was just as good as he imagined. After he had her cumming on his cock, he turned her to face him again and lifted her up, sitting her on the side of the pool. He then went down on her, pleasuring her with his mouth until he had her cumming once more. And once her climax ended, he pulled her back into the water, having her wrap her arms and legs around him as he filled her. He fucked her as he walked them back over to the stairs in the low end, sitting her down on them and resuming their sex. With no choice in the matter, Granger fucked him back, and it was glorious.
When he finished up with her in the pool, he decided to move them on to the hot tub. She went with him reluctantly, practically requiring him to drag her into the heated water. As ‘punishment’ for her resistance, he had her take charge of their sex, commanding her to get him hard again before having her ride him until they both reached orgasm. Of course, he would have had her do this anyway, but it was better to make her think it was a punishment to crush her resistance and defiance.
They rested for a time afterwards. He made her remain in his lap with him inside her as they recovered, not letting her remove him as he enjoyed the feel of her pressed up against him and her tight walls squeezing his length. This was truly the life, and he looked forward to the rest of it being able to fuck Granger like this whenever he could.
“Can I go now?” she finally asked in a miserable voice several minutes later.
He chuckled. “What’s wrong, Granger? Didn’t you enjoy yourself? You certainly came enough times.”
He watched as her cheeks colored, both with embarrassment and outrage. “You know I don’t want to be here. I hate having sex with you. I don’t care if you give me a million of the world’s greatest orgasms.”
He flashed her a smirk. “Well, we have a long life to try and get as close to that number as possible.”
“I’m serious, Malfoy. I want to go.”
He glanced at her as she stared at him in defiance. Bringing up his hand, he gripped her chin. “Then you better make sure I’m thoroughly satisfied.”
He had them get out of the hot tub after that. And after a quick Drying Spell, he led them over to the canopy, complete with a large water bed and a number of pillows. Rose petals were scattered all over the mattress and scented candles floated in the air around it. He had something special planned for this part that would be sure to break her spirit further, and so he scooped her up bridal style and tossed her onto the middle of the gushy cushion before crawling up after her and covering her with his body.
“Are you ready, Granger?” he asked tauntingly. “Because we’re not just going to be fucking this time. We’re going to make love.”
Her eyes widened and her face blanched. “What?”
He nodded. “That’s right, Granger. You and I are going to make love. Slow, sensual, intimate love making.”
She pushed at his chest, attempting to shove him off her. “That’s impossible. There is absolutely no love between us. You may lust after me and be obsessed with me, but you don’t love me. And I sure as hell don’t love you, you sick rapist.”
Grabbing her hands, he pinned them above her head with one hand, letting his chest rest against her breasts as he pinned her down. “Even so, we’re going to do the best we can. I want you to show me the same loving intimacy you show Weasley. The kind you showed me when you thought I was him, or when I had you drugged up with love potion, or when you were Imperiused. It doesn’t require real love for you to simulate it.”
Further outrage twisted her features and a tear slipped from an eye. “You twisted bastard. Making me do this… You really are evil.”
He just laughed as he rubbed his erection against her core. “No, not evil, just horny. And like I said, the faster you satisfy me, the faster you get to go home to your loser husband. Do you really want to waist the rest of your weekend fucking me? I have no complaints if you do.”
The look she gave him let him know that she would much rather kill him than touch him, and that’s what made this so delicious. But despite her reluctance, she still returned his kiss when he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He released her hands, and with a wave of his wand, he finished setting the scene. An illusion fell around the canopy, making it appear as if it were a star-filled night. The candles floating around the bed ignited and romantic music began playing on the air. The scene was, for all intents and purposes, one meant for lovers, setting the mood to make the scene as romantic as possible
He could tell that what he had done was not lost to Granger, and she gave him a look that was somehow even more full of hate than before. “You’re sick, you know that? Really sick.”
He smirked. “I’m sure you think so.”
He kissed her again, resuming their intimate session, and she had no choice but to participate. Gentle touches and sensual caresses were exchanged as they teased each other, heightening their arousal. And when he was fully erect and ready to go, he ordered her to insert him into her herself. She offered no objection, likely knowing her pleas would fall on deaf ears, but glared at him spitefully as she reached down between them and took hold of his cock.
She shifted beneath him as she got him into position, inserting his tip into her nether-lips. She then gripped his rear end and pulled him into her while lifting her hips to meet his, and he slowly slid inside her wet heat until their hips met. Draco let out a groan as he filled her and listened as her breath hitched. He stayed inside her for a short while, her hands still gripping his ass. Then he began slowly and steadily moving within her.
Granger moved with him, and they found a rhythm. Long deep breaths escaped her as they moved together, simulating the act of actually making love instead of just fucking. Draco kept the slow pace going as he held her gently, listening to her breathing and sounds of pleasure as his own lengthy breaths escaped him.
“Open your eyes, Granger,” he ordered her, noting how she intentionally was keeping them closed. “Keep your eyes on me. Concentrate on us. Feel me. Breathe with me. I’m going to burn this moment into your memory forever.”
Her face filled with distress, but she opened her eyes and kept them locked on his. He nodded in satisfaction and proceeded to slowly and gently make love to her, and she made love back to him. He could tell that she hated every second of it, even more so from their usual sex, yet her body responded to him all the same, taking pleasure in the physical act against her will.
The slow sex lasted longer compared to their standard frantic fucking, and the orgasms he brought her to weren’t as strong, but they tormented her psyche even more, distressing her more than usual and causing more guilt and shame with how she was forced to fake true intimacy with him.
Her, “Damn you,” that slipped past her lips as her nails dug into his back the first time he made her climax was the sweetest music to his ears, and he brought her to orgasm two more times, once when she was in control and once when their sex was more mutual before he finally spilled himself inside her. She had been sitting in his lap as he joined her in climax, her limbs wrapped around his body, his arms around her as she whimpered into his mouth as they kissed. He’d ordered her to tell him to cum in her before he did, and while she clearly wanted to do no such thing, she’d managed to choke out the words before he’d sealed her lips with his.
They’d laid there together afterwards in a lover’s embrace. She hadn’t opted for the position, but he had insisted on it, mostly because he knew how much she loathed sharing intimacy with him; it was so much worse for her, so much more personal. She said nothing to him as he stroked up and down her back, but angry tears continued to fall upon his chest as he held her against him.
“Are we done yet?” she finally asked when her tears had finally stopped falling.
A smirk made up his face. “Not yet. There’s one more thing I want before I’m satisfied for today.”
A frustrated growl escaped her. “For Merlin’s sake, what?”
He demonstrated his desire by sliding his hand down her body to her rear end. He slipped his fingers between the crack of her ass and pushed his index finger against her puckering hole. A gasp escaped Granger and she sat up, giving him a look of horror.
“I’m not doing that with you,” she insisted.
He raised an amused eyebrow at her. “We’ve done it there a number of times already.”
Heat filled her face. “Yeah, when you Imperiused me or had me drugged out on a love potion.”
He nodded. “Exactly. I want to take you here while you’re yourself. You were able to refuse me yesterday, but thanks to the Vow, you no longer can.”
“I don’t give a damn about the Vow, Malfoy!” she shouted at him. “I’ve never even let Ron do that to me! Unbreakable Vow or not, you are not, I repeat, not fucking my ass!”
He fucked her ass. What more, he brought her to orgasm while doing so. She sobbed almost the entire time, first out of frustration and shame, and then out of pleasure. Draco had laughed when her climax tore through her, relishing the thought that while Weasley may have claimed her actual virginity, her anal virginity belonged to him. And unlike her loser husband, he was the only one who ever got to fuck her ass, and he would be the only one who ever would. But then, he was the only one who would ever be fucking her in general from now on, period.
But while Weasley had beaten him to her hymen, he took solace in the thought that it was his cock that had left its permanent mark on her, his larger size stretching and reshaping her in ways Weasley’s sad pecker couldn’t, fitting her to him. He wondered if Weasley had noticed since he had first started fucking Granger.
He let her leave after he finished, cheerfully seeing her off. “Tomorrow we can try out my sauna. I’ll have you reduced toa sweaty mess in no time, and not from the heat.” He shrugged. “But then, I always do that anyway.”
“Don’t you have to work tomorrow?” she spat back.
He shrugged again. “I still get a lunchbreak, remember? And you should know how I like to spend those. From now on though, I think I’ll have you come to my house.”
“I’m busy then tomorrow,” she told him dismissively.
Once again, he shrugged. “Then you better move your plans around. Truly not being able to come over is one thing, but if you don’t try and come over to the best of your abilities, you’ll be breaking the Vow, and the only place you’ll be going is to your grave. So you better do your best to try and move around your plans.”
She clearly wanted to hit him then, or worse, most likely worse, but instead she took her leave. He knew she would come to him tomorrow if she was able to, and to his immense satisfaction, she did. And so began their new routine, and it was even better than before. Not just because they were having sex a lot more often, but because he was now fucking Granger as her complete self, with all of her sense intact.
She learned very quickly about his summoning methods of her. Taking a leaf out of her book from their Fifth Year at Hogwarts, he’d copied what she had done with her fake galleons for her Dumbledore’s Army meetings. Only instead of a coin, it was her wedding ring that grew hot when he called for her. It was his way of letting her know that he wanted to fuck, and if she was able to come, she had to, even if it required her to use magic to get away. She had naturally been livid for what he had done to her ring, which had led to some very aggressive sex between them, leaving him with a number of scratches and bite marks decorating his pale skin.
Not too long after that, an off-handed comment she had made of how regardless of her situation, she would always belong to Weasley gave him a spark of inspiration. And he made plans for something he knew would utterly destroy her, even more so than forcing her to make love to him. And after getting what he needed, he summoned her as usual, trying to hold back the grin he had at how she had no idea what was coming.
For the first time in a while, he cast the Imperius Curse on her when she arrived. He then had his house elf bring him the potion he had acquired and commanded her to drink it. She did so, and once she did, he lifted the curse.
“What the hell did you just make me drink!?” she demanded.
He just snickered at her reaction. “You’ll find out in a bit.”
He refused to say anything more on the matter, but about a minute later, Granger had suddenly cried out and grabbed her crotch. She dropped down to her knees and gave him a confused and worried look.
“What was that?” she demanded once more. “What did that potion do?”
Smirking, he crossed his arms. “That, Granger, was Maiden’s Potion. I got it from a sex shop. It’s designed for those who have virginity kinks. It grows back a woman’s hymen if she’s lost it. But with as smart as you are, I’m sure you already know about it. So congratulations, you’ve been re-virginized.”
He watched her eyes widen in horror. Whether she actually knew what the potion was meant for or this was her first-time hearing about it, the impact of what he said was hitting her full force.
“Why would you make me take that?” she exclaimed.
He gave her a pointed look. “Is it not obvious, Granger? You said before that you will always belong to Weasley. And I do have to admit, he did manage to get to you first. But this way, I will still get to claim your maidenhead. Now your virginity will belong to me as well.”
Her mouth actually fell open in shock and horror. It soon gave way to anger though and she got to her feet. In a fit of anger, she charged at him, but he had anticipated this, catching her and wrapping his arms around her before turning them around so they fell flat on his bed with her beneath him. He held her down as she struggled against him, pinning her hands beside her head.
“Let me go, you bastard!” she shouted. “Let me go! I hate you!”
He covered her completely with her body, struggling to keep her still. “Calm down, Granger. This doesn’t change anything. You still have the Vow, don’t forget.”
His words seemed to get through to her and she stopped struggling. This soon gave way to angry tears from her as the hopelessness of her situation once again registered to her. And once he was satisfied that she wouldn’t cause him anymore trouble, he released her and rose up. He allowed her to continue to weep as he began removing his clothes. He then stripped her of hers as well as she proceeded to cry, knowing her tears would pass.
He wasn’t done yet though. There was one final stage to his plan, and it was time to let her know. “Just so you’re aware, Granger, this isn’t just going to be me taking your newly reinstalled virginity. You’re going to be the one who asks for it.”
With tears still in her eyes, she gave him a confused look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He just smirked as he lowered himself down on top of her naked body. “Just what I said. You’re going to beg me to fuck you. And I don’t mean through the use of the Imperius Curse. You are going to beg me to fuck you.”
Her face turned red with outrage. “Never! I’ll never ask that of you, Malfoy!”
This caused him to chuckle. “Oh, but you will. I plan to make sure of it. I don’t care how long it takes; you will beg me for it.”
He then proceeded to make sure she did just that. He teased and tormented her with his hands and mouth, bringing her to the verge of orgasm before stopping. He never entered her, but he did everything else to bring her right to the edge, never allowing her to achieve climax, not until, as he said, she begged for him to fuck her.
“I’ll never do it!” she cried as she was denied another orgasm. “I won’t!”
He lifted his mouth from between her legs, giving her a mocking smirk. “This isn’t going to end, Granger. I’m not going to stop until you do. You’ll give in eventually, whether it’s now or later. So you might as well just beg me for it now and get it over with instead of continuing to suffer like this.”
She continued to resist him though. For the next four hours, he kept her right at the precipice, never allowing her to cum, even stopping her when she tried to find release with her own hand. She eventually gave up though, finally accepting the futility of the situation when he once again denied her yet another orgasm.
“Fine, damn you!” she shouted in despair. “Just fuck me already!”
Her words had him grinning ear-to-ear. “Close, but not enough, Granger. I said I wanted you to beg me. Beg me to take your virginity.”
“Fine, God damn it! I’m begging you! Please, fuck me, Malfoy! Take my virginity, you sick bastard! Just stop this!”
A laugh escaped him as he got into position, moving between her legs and placing himself at her entrance. “See how easy that was? You could have done that hours ago instead of suffer all this time.”
She covered her face in shame. “Just fucking do it already!”
Reaching up, he pried her hands away from her face and looked down at her. “As you wish.”
He then pushed his way inside her, breaking through her hymen and claiming her for himself. She cried out in pain as he tore through her maidenhead, but she was so aroused at this point that the pleasure nearly drowned it out. And it didn’t take more than a few thrusts before he had her screaming out the climax he had denied to her for her past few hours.
That had certainly been a session to remember. He’d fucked her vigorously after that, and she fucked him back just as hard. He savored in claiming what Weasley had initially taken from him, and the knowledge that no one else would ever be able to have it as well. He debated making her take the potion again some other day, but in the end decided not to, not wanting to have to deal with the pain it would cause her, regardless how satisfying taking her virginity had been. She hadn’t said a word to him after their session, storming out of the house the moment he said she could leave.
It had taken several weeks to break her and get her to accept her position. She still made it very clear that she hated everything about her predicament, but she had stopped fighting him once she had accepted that it was futile, and she no longer begged for him not to fuck her since her pleas always fell on deaf ears. He fucked her wherever he wanted, however he wanted, and as often as he wanted, unless she was truly unable to make it, which wasn’t that often. And because it both felt so good and because he knew it disgusted her, he always made sure to cum inside her, be it her pussy, mouth, or ass. And just to rub salt in the wound, he forbade her from removing his seed from her after she left. He allowed her to use the Contraceptive Charm on herself though since he had already gotten what he wanted from her in that regard.
More often than not, he had her come to his manor for their sex session, but he still occasionally went to her home, taking enjoyment in fucking her in her own marital bed, knowing she would be thinking about it when she went to bed later that night with her loser husband in the very bed he had banged her in earlier. Most of the time they aggressively fucked each other raw, but he enjoyed slow and sensual sex with her as well.
He didn’t always take charge. At times, he would give her full control of their sex, forcing her to choose where and how they fucked, even making her choose the position, pace, and even which hole he would fuck her in; he really loved forcing her participation. But the best had to be the times when she came to him on her own, even without him calling her or scheduling. She was only human after all, and humans had needs. And as per the Vow, she was to come to him whenever she was feeling horny or was in the mood.
Her guilt, shame, and humiliation were always the highest then, and her surprise visits were always a delight. He may not get off on physically torturing her, but the psychological torment her forced participation and enjoyment was causing, that he got a twisted thrill out of.
Although there was no need for it, every so often he would Imperius her or use a love potion on her again, just for the sake of the experience for them both, and to see her reaction when the spell or potion was lifted. One time, he even asked her how she had felt meeting up with the Weaslette now that she had all her memories, and thus would remember the threesome they had had that one day.
Granger’s face had instantly turned crimson. “It was mortifying!” she had exclaimed. “I had no idea how to act around her. She could tell something was up, but had no clue as to why I was acting so strangely since she couldn’t remember.”
He had openly laughed at that, just imagining Granger trying to act casual in such a situation. “Yes, I can imagine how hard it must have been to act natural after what we did around her. Were you remembering how the two of you ate each other out while I watched? How about how the two of you were tribbing with my cock between your pussies? What about how one of you was riding my cock while the other sat on my face as the two of you snogged? Or when–”
“Shut up!” she’d shrieked, covering her ears. “Shut up, shut up! I still can’t believe you made us do all that! And I swear to God, Malfoy, you better not touch her again, or I will end you! Do you understand? I don’t care if the Vow kills me for attacking you, I will fucking end you!”
He’d simply shrugged off her threat. “You don’t need to worry about that, Granger. After all, I now exclusively have you, so I have no need for her.” He then gave her a pointed look. “But then, if I do, how would you know? So you better make sure you always completely satisfy me so I never do have to turn to her.”
There was truth to his words, as he hadn’t had the need to go to the Weaslette since. Granger proved more than enough to satisfy his lust. And, if he was honest, he decided that it was best to play it safe, because he absolutely believed that Granger would indeed kill him to save her sister-in-law, even if it meant her own death as well. So he opted for sticking with Granger exclusively, fucking her whenever and however he wished.
Things got even better when she finally finished her post-graduation degree and entered the work force. She ended up working at the Ministry of all places, even though she knew he worked there too. Apparently, she was refusing to let the metaphorical cage he had her in stop her from doing what she wanted with her life.
He supposed he had to admire her for that, but it was also extra delightful, because it meant that he could periodically also meet with her in her office. And with a few Locking and Silencing Spells on her door, he was able to get in a quickie with her during the working hours besides just during their lunchbreaks, sometimes more than once. He knew she hated it, but she was determined not to let him ruin what she wanted to do with her life. She apparently even had aspirations of becoming Minister of Magic one day. Draco almost hoped she would, taking delight in the fantasy of banging her on her desk in the Minister’s office.
He also got a kick out of thinking how Weasley was no longer getting anything in the bedroom, but thanks to the memory modification spells Granger was forced to perform on him, the blood traitor thought they had a healthy sex life. Did he not wonder why he had blue balls so much or was so sexually frustrated? Draco found it absolutely hilarious to think that the only time Weasley was finding any release was with his own hand, because the only one Granger was able to fuck was him.
He was doing it now. Weasley was apparently having a “guy’s night” with Potter and his brothers, meaning Granger was his for the whole night. Currently, they were in his bed, him on his back with her riding him furiously. She was panting and moaning heavily as she thrusted against him, resting her hands on his chest as her nails dug into his pecs. His own hands were on her hips, helping to guide her movements as they moved together.
It had been months since he had won their bet, and it seemed like the sex only got better. She still hated it with a passion, but her body took the utmost delight in it. He looked at her, lost in the throes of a passion she didn’t want to experience, her breasts bouncing in time with her movements, beads of sweat flying off her from how hard she rode him, moaning and gasping for breath as she did so. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Feeling that she was getting close, he gave her bottom a firm smack. “You going to cum soon, Granger? Do it. Cum on my big, hard cock.”
She kept her eyes closed as she continued to rock her hips. “Go… to… Hell… Malfoy…” she gasped out through her panting.
He just chuckled at that as he continued to pull her against him. “You know what the best part about all this is? It’s that no matter how much you don’t want this, no matter how much you hate me, you have no choice but to do it anyway. What more, you have no choice but to enjoy it.”
Opening her eyes, she glared down at him in hate and disgust as her nails scratched into his chest. “I despise you, Malfoy. I hate everything about you. I hate that you’re doing this to me. I hate that you’re making me do this. And I especially hate that you’re making me do this. And more than anything, I especially hate the pleasure you’re making me share with you. You’re sick, you’re evil, you repulse me. I can’t even stand to look at you. God, I hate you!”
The last part came out as a screaming whimper as she thrusted her hips at him and suddenly came in a rush. Her back arched and she threw her head back as she cried out loudly, her hands leaving his chest and flying out behind her, gripping his knees. As she spasmed on top of him, he sat up and placed a hand on her lower back. His other hand took hold of her breast and he latched his mouth onto her nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud as her body involuntarily jerked.
When she began to calm down, he turned them over so she ended up on her back beneath him. Both her arms and her legs went around him as she sucked down air, trying to catch her breath. Draco grinned down at her as he ground his hips into hers in a circular motion.
“I know, Granger,” he told her in response to what she had said just before she climaxed, and he once again began thrusting into her, making her whimper. “And that’s what makes this so much better.”
For months their affair went on. And then one day, nearly two years after he had gotten caught after the Polyjuice Potion had worn off, he got an idea. A brilliant idea. Something he had missed out on before. And so he put his plan in motion, hardly able to wait to see her reaction.
She came when he called like usual, completely unaware of what he had in store. As far as she knew, this would just be another fuck session. And it started out as one normal enough. He’d been sitting on the edge of his bed when she’d arrived, and he’d simply patted his lap. Long since passed pleading and protesting, she had got in his lap, straddling his waist, and then they began snogging and caressing each other, getting the other all hot and bothered. They undressed each other as they proceeded to make out, and once they were devoid of clothes, he’d moved them up onto the bed, laying down with his head on the pillow.
He’d had her start off by sucking him to full hardness, making her touch herself as she did so to help get her wet, then he made her kiss her way up his body and lick the entire expanse of his chest before instructing her to sit on his face. For the next several minutes, he’d then proceeded to devour her, making her whimper and moan as she rode his mouth until he had her cumming for him. And while she was recovering from her climax, he called for his house elf, ordering the little creature to bring “it” to him.
The house elf had returned a few moments later with a goblet before bowing and Disapparating. With the goblet in one hand and his wand in the other, he turned back to Granger as the last remnants of her orgasm left her.
“What’s that?” she asked, eyeing the goblet suspiciously. Instead of answering her though, he cast Finite on her, lifting the Contraceptive Charm he knew she had cast on herself, and she gave him an even more suspicious look. “Malfoy, what are you doing?”
He gave her a smile. “I’ve been thinking, Granger. Sweet little Rose is going to be two years old soon. I think it’s time we gave our daughter a younger sibling, don’t you?”
He handed her the goblet. She looked down at it, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief at the sight of the fertility potion in it. She turned her horrified gaze to him, and her expression became one of pure fury. He actually expected her to throw the goblet away or splash its contents in his face, so he’d had more potion prepared, but was surprised when she didn’t do either of these things.
“Are you out of your damn mind!?” she shouted in outrage. “There’s no way in hell I’m having another one of your bastards!”
He raised an eyebrow at her as he waited for her to realize what she had said. It registered to her a few moments later, and she slapped a hand over her mouth. No matter how much she despised him, he knew how much she loved their daughter.
“Tssk, tssk, Granger,” he mocked, shaking a finger at her. “It’s not very nice to talk about our daughter like that.”
“She’s my daughter!” Granger snapped. “Not yours, not ours, mine! Mine and Ron’s!”
“Semitics,” he replied simply. “But regardless, I think Rose deserves a sibling. And didn’t you say before that you wanted two children?”
“Not with you!” she shouted, and that’s when she threw the goblet, and it crashed against the wall. “Never with you! Thank God I didn’t know Rose was yours when I was pregnant with her!”
And that was it, his primary reason for wanting to knock her up again. While she had been pregnant with Rose, he’d been erasing her memories of their sex, so she had naturally thought Weasley was the father. This time, she would know the truth. He wanted her to know the truth, that it was his child that she was carrying, that the life growing in her womb was half him. To feel the result of their union inside her, knowing every moment of every day that a part of him was within her until she delivered it into the world.
He summoned his house elf again, who appeared with another goblet of fertility potion at the ready, and he returned his attention to Granger. “You don’t have a choice in this, Granger. Remember the Vow. You have to do what I say in the bedroom.”
“When it comes to sex!” she clarified. “This isn’t related to sex!”
He raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t it though? You’re smart, you know how reproduction works and what’s required for it.”
Her cheeks colored. “You know what I mean. I may have to screw you when and how you want, but I don’t have to take that potion.”
He shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not, if you want to take that risk. But even if you won’t, I can force you to take it. But must I really resort to Imperio?”
Now her entire face turned red with outrage. “I would take care of it the second I left. I’ll never let you impregnate me again. I’ll even get my tubes tied if I have to.”
Ah, yes, he’d heard of the muggle method of permanently preventing pregnancy. It sounded rather drastic to him, but then muggles didn’t have magic to prevent pregnancy the way Wizard-kind did. Regardless, even if she did resort to such measures, the muggle method could be reversed with magic or potions.
“You could try, but I’ll make you undo it, no matter what measures I have to take.” He gave her a pointed look. “And there are ways I can make you get pregnant and make sure you keep it. You know I’m not above using the Imperius Curse or erasing or altering memories, but again, are you really going to make me resort to such measures? There will be consequences if you do.”
They fell into a type of stare down after this. Ever so slowly though, he saw Granger’s face begin to crumble as she realized just how trapped she was. He could very well carry through with his threats to see to it that she not only ended up pregnant, but use a variety of spells to see to it that she carried the child to full term and give birth. When he determined that she had come to that realization, he motioned to his house elf, who handed Granger the goblet. She stared down at it in dismay, the true hopelessness of her situation weighing down upon her.
She looked back at him with tears in her eyes and a desperate look on her face. “Please don’t make me do this, Malfoy. I’m begging you, please. I’ll do anything you want, whatever it is, just don’t do this to me.”
He just smirked at her. “But this is what I want, Granger. As for anything else, you’re already doing it, so there’s nothing you can do to get yourself out of this. I’m going to get you pregnant, Granger, again. And this time, you’re going to know that it’s my child you’re carrying. And maybe we’ll even have a boy this time. You did say you wanted both. Hugo, right? That’s what you said you wanted to name your son if you had one, isn’t it? Well, let’s get to it then, because it’s going to happen one way or another.”
The goblet shook in her hand as she gripped it so tight her knuckles turned white. “You’re pure evil. Even more evil than Voldemort.”
He just rolled his eyes, amused that she thought her calling him evil was something he should find insulting. “Yes, I’m sure you feel that way, mudblood. Now, bottoms up. Or would you prefer we do this the hard way? I’m fine with either, because no matter what, it’s going to happen.”
She stared at him pleadingly for a time after that before looking back down at the goblet. Then she stared at its contents blankly for an even longer period of time before a disgusted look crossed her face and she brought the goblet to her lips, gulping down the contents. Another smirk crossed Draco’s face as she finished the potion, letting out a whimper as she lowered the empty cup, a tear sliding down her cheek.
“Wise choice,” he said, and shifted closer. He retrieved the empty goblet from her and tossed it to his house elf, who bowed and disappeared. Reaching for her, he drew her in close, moving in to kiss her. “Now we can get started on making a son.”
He forced a kiss on her, invading her mouth. Granger whimpered against his lips as more tears poured down her cheeks. He ignored them as he continued to kiss her, then pulled them down to flop on the bed. He rolled them over so he was on top, reaching down to hike up one leg and then the other so they were wrapped around his waist. His cock was rock hard as it rested against her wet slit.
The thought of getting to knock her up again, and to this time have her know it was him, had him feel like he was already on the verge of cumming. And knowing that this time she would know that the child was his while she was pregnant with it had him even more excited. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he positioned his hips and pushed himself up inside her. A whimpering cry escaped Granger as her head fell back against the pillow, the pleasure he was bringing her a stark contrast to the misery she felt.
With a smirk, he grazed her lips with his, rubbing their noses together in a teasing mockery of affection. “I made you get yourself pregnant with Rose. This time, I’m taking control. I’m going to get you pregnant while you take what I give you.”
He then leaned down and gave her a long, lingering kiss. When he broke it, he looked into her tear-filled eyes as he began thrusting into her. She held onto him as she began moving with him, and the two of them fell into a rhythm as she was made to comply and take enjoyment in her own forced impregnation.
“I hate you,” she whispered in a voice that left no room for doubt.
Draco just held back a chuckle as he buried his face in her neck and continued thrusting away. “I know, my little mudblood. I know.”

THE END

(A/N: Oh boy, that was tough to get through. I'm honestly glad it's over. Non-con is not something I enjoy writing. The things we do for experience, right? This was extra hard to do because Hermione is my favorite Harry Potter character, and I hated putting her through this torment, and I couldn't even give it a happy ending without making things feel unnatural. Honestly, part 2 wasn't even supposed to happen, as you can see how it diverted from the story name into other areas, but plot bunnies and all that. But like I said at the beginning, I don't think I'll be doing another non-con anytime soon; they just make me too uncomfortable. Uch, I feel so dirty. Yes, I know it's just fiction, but it still rubs me the wrong way. And I know that there are those who are into that sort of thing. No judgement to you, because, like I said, we all know it's just fiction, but it's still not my cup of tea. If you're still here though, whether this is your thing or you're just one of my fans who wanted to support me by reading all the way through, well, thanks for reading. Let me know your thoughts, because this was very difficult to write, and I want to know how I did. But again, don't expect anything else like this for a long time, if ever. The next lemon story I do will be the kind I'm more comfortable with.)
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