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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Hermione sighed and snuggled further into Draco’s arms. Christmas had been amazing. They’d danced and ate and read and relaxed. It was…wonderful. Harry had come right before dinner and she’d managed to write to him back and forth for a little while. She’d insisted she was fine, just ready to get out. Harry blamed Draco for getting them trapped. She’d giggled when Draco snatched her quill and wrote ‘Seriously Potter?’ on the parchment.

After that, they’d turned in for the night and had made love long and slow. No, not love. They shagged. Yes, that was it. She couldn’t get attached to him. Sex was just a way to relieve tension…a really good way at that. He was amazing and had this way of making her feel so incredibly sexy….which was why she had to put a stop to this.

Her thoughts were veering into very dangerous territory. Draco had been sound asleep when she crept out of bed with the purpose of reading a piece of paper that appeared on her desk. Her heart sank more and more with each sentence. No wonder Draco was in such a dark mood after he’d opened his presents. This was a duplicate of the letter he’d received. Lucius was a callous bastard who used thinly veiled threats, guilt, and Draco’s love for his mother against him to blackmail him into being the perfect heir. She’d seen red when she saw the subtle mention of blasting him off the family tree and cutting off his inheritance. It was cruel and heartless and Draco, for all his faults, didn’t deserve it.

She’d climbed back into bed after destroying the second copy of the letter and woken him with a blow job. He never questioned her, just went with it and she appreciated it. After that, he’d flipped them over and reciprocated…more than once. Merlin he had an incredible tongue. Her moans apparently turned him on because he was ready to go after that. She wasn’t aware that the pretzels he twisted her into were possible, but she went with it. If he would be subjected to the kind of loveless haze his father implied, she’d give him all the good memories he could stand.

As she lay in the darkness breathing in his scent, she found she didn’t regret it at all. But they couldn’t continue like this. She’d softened towards him…too much. At first, she’d convinced herself that casual sex was fine. Under the circumstances, they both needed it. It served as a way to stay warm, a way to please the room, a way to exercise, and a way to feel…alive. Now she was becoming attached.

She’d had a dream that night of her sitting in Draco’s lap heavily pregnant and laughing as two small toddlers played with a tiny kneazle kitten while two older children bickered and chased each other. It was…beautiful…and impossible. She’d told herself after she’d exhausted all outlets to return her parents’ memories that she’d never again strive for the impossible. It was too bloody painful when nothing came of it. No, it was time. They’d skirted around the issue long enough.

Draco sighed and held her closer to his body. If she thought any louder, he might go deaf. She thought he’d been asleep when she snuck out of bed to read but he wasn’t. He’d recognized the handwriting on the parchment when she’d thrown it into the fire. At least she looked as outraged as he’d felt when he read it. He couldn’t bring himself to be angry at her though. The room had copied the letter, not her. It apparently wanted her to know and he’d stopped questioning its motives.

Her enthusiasm when she’d come back to bed had surprised him. He thought she’d be disgusted or disappointed in him at the very least. He knew it was stupid to think that though. She’d been raised by the principals of aristocracy. One did not simply bow out of their responsibilities, especially if they were from a family as powerful as the Malfoys were.

Draco wished that his father saw what he did. Hermione was perfect in every way, except the one he needed. She wasn’t a pureblood. His heart ached but there was no cure for it. He’d hold on for as long as they had in the room and then he’d let her go. But he couldn’t do that if she decided to have a talk with him. He had to distract her somehow.

“Morning Draco,” she said softly, snuggling a little for a morning cuddle.

“Morning Hermione,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder in greeting. He heard her intake of breath and knew she was about to go on a tirade. No, that couldn’t happen. “I’m starving. Let’s eat.”

“Draco, I-“

“Please?” he begged. “I really want to get my hands on all that food and candy before it disappears.”

“You think it will?” She asked in shock.

“I do,” he said, leaving out the part where he figured the room would take it away because she was ending this… whatever it was they had.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

He breathed a sigh of relief and followed her to the desk. They sat in robes and devoured the leftovers from Christmas. It had truly been a feast, three actually, but they weren’t fools. Today was not a special day. The room would most likely return them to their bare minimum diet. Breakfast was followed by delectable chocolates which Draco insisted he hand feed. When they were done, some sort of square contraption popped into the room.

“WOW!” Hermione squealed and grabbed her beloved CD player. “I can’t believe it gave it to me.”

Draco frowned, studying it. “What exactly is that thing?”

“This is the CD player I was telling you about. Here, I’ll charm the earphones to be speakers.”

Draco jumped when music started blasting out of the little round thingys attached to the box with some sort of stiff string. He smiled when Hermione grinned in delight. Little know-it-all was pleased she could make it work. The words to this particular song though, they left something to be desired.

“What on earth is this song about?”

She gave him a sly smile. “You don’t know what a short dick man is?”

He smirked. “You mean like the Weasel?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Perhaps it’s referring to you.”

He growled. “Are you inferring that I have a small cock?”

“If the pants fit,” she snarked.

“Oh, you’re going to get it,” he said darkly.

He jumped up from his chair and lunged around the table at her. She scrambled across the room, narrowly ducking his arms. He spun and charged, enjoying the chase.

“What’s the matter?” she taunted. “Are you having a small problem getting me?”

He bounded across the room in a few steps, nearly tackling her to the floor. “Oh no, you’ll find I’m big enough to get the job done.”

He threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bed as she squealed and flailed about. He tossed her on the bed, quickly following her and dragging her back into his lap.

“What are you doing?” she screeched.

“You, Miss Granger, need a lesson. It isn’t polite to tell lies,” he purred.

“I’m not lying!”

“We’ll see how you feel in a moment,” he said, grabbing her trousers and yanking them and her knickers down to bare her arse.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Bad girls need to be punished,” he said, slapping her arse sharply and relishing her startled cry.

“Stop!” she squeaked, trying to put her hands over her bum.

“No.”

He grabbed her hands and held them at the base of her back. He gave her another slap, admiring the way her arse pinked with his handprint. She yelled and cursed and struggled to break free but he kept spanking. He was careful not to hit too hard and listened closely to her reactions. If she’d shown real discomfort past her being incredulous and a little perturbed, he would have released her immediately. Her cries of anger turned to whimpers of delight when the pain ebbed into pleasure. He kneaded her cheeks firmly before reaching down and entering two fingers into her sopping pussy, rubbing in just the right spot to make her moan.

“Now then,” he growled. “Still think my cock is small?”

She said nothing and he pulled his fingers out, earning hearty protests.

“Admit it and I’ll keep going.” He rubbed a circle around her clit and then pulled away again.

“Y-you bastard.”

“My parents are married.” He did it again, resting them just outside her sopping folds.

“Stop!”

He pulled back. “You want me to stop?”

“NO!”

Rub. Flick. Pull back. “Then admit it.”

“FINE! Fine you have a huge cock. I can’t believe it actually fits and I’m sorry I ever said it. Now PLEASE!”

“Of course,” he purred.

He plunged three fingers to the hilt while pressing down on her clit. She broke apart in his arms, keening with delight. As she panted in relief, he allowed a small smile to grace his face. She wouldn’t be thinking about that talk for a while now.

AN: Sigh. Draco can distract me anytime. Ah well, I guess I can dream, right? I just wish Hermione wasn't so damned logical. As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. I read them obsessively, honest! Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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