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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Thanks for reading and reviewing! Massive LEMON in this chapter. If it's not your thing, just stop reading when it starts. The next chapter will bring you up to speed with any plot developments. I'm nervous about this chapter...hope you like it. Also, I'm no authority on D/s so please realize that these characters are simply playing out what's in my head.
Same disclaimer as always. JK Rowling and the publishers of the Harry Potter books own these characters and the world of Harry Potter. I make no money from this story.
Thanks again to LissaDream. I sent her this chapter last night to beta, and as usual, I'm too eager to post it and didn't give her a chance...
Monday late afternoon...
Hermione leaned back in her chair, her mouth uncharacteristically gaping open in shock at what the bespeckled witch sitting across had just divulged.
"Five female magical beings passed over in as many months? All with more experience than the male's who were hired in their stead?" Hermione's voice was incredulous.
Rita peeked over the rim of her jeweled, red spectacles, nodding that it was true.
"Have you spoken to these females?"
Rita removed the quill from her mouth, amazingly without red lipstick smeared all over it..a charm perhaps? Hermione pulled herself away from the insignificant observation, focusing on the discussion at hand. "I've floo'd them and left messages. I've also reached out to Malfoy Enterprises." She rolled her eyes. "Of course, there's been no response. I've even reached out to the elusive Draco Malfoy himself, but he hasn't returned my owls since I saw him almost two weeks ago." The flashy witch let out a sigh of frustration.
Staring at the now vacant wall behind her visitors chair, Hermione's mind was reeling as she asked, "You said three goblins, a werewolf and a house elf?"
Rita nodded. "And, there was a quarter Veela who wasn't even granted an interview. She had significant experience in France as a curse breaker. ME posted a position for a curse breaker in December. She applied before Christmas but was never even granted an interview. A human wizard was just hired a few weeks ago, so they waited a long time to fill the post."
Hermione continued to ponder. "Rita, how did you obtain this information?"
The older witch paused, contemplating how to answer, a guilty look on her face.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh, honestly Rita! How are we supposed to use evidence that's been gathered illegally? You're going to have to register as an animagus at some point!"
Rita shrugged. "How else am I supposed to gather information that is not freely offered?"
"And you're sure your information is correct?" Hermione asked, her eyes drawn to the journalist's long, red nails.
Rita smirked, "I saw the employment files myself.." She then gloated, "I even have photographs."
Hermione started to say something, her eagerness for copies evident, but Rita leaned back and dangled the juicy carrot. "For a price, Mrs. Nott...for a price."
Hermione scowled. "I don't think you want to go there, Rita!" Hermione's tone matched her threatening words. She realized the implications of Rita's evidence. Hermione needed the evidence for her client and she would go after ME for all she was worth if what the evidence pointed to was correct. However, she didn't like the idea of Rita going rogue on her. Hermione needed control of this evidence. This had to be handled delicately.
Rita Skeeter couldn't afford to betray Hermione or she would end up in Azkaban, and they both knew it. Rita glared back, the staring contest a battle for control of the situation. Rita let out a huff. "Fine," she conceded with irritation.
Hermione merely nodded. "Leave the copies with Lizzy on your way out." Hermione watched Rita stand and gather her things. She knew she needed to give Rita at least something in order for the irritating journalist to continue their quid pro quo arrangement.
Hermione stood and proceeded cautiously, hoping she wouldn't regret this, yet realizing in all likelihood she would. "Rita..There's..there's going to be some news forthcoming about me." Rita suddenly looked up at her, her hawk like focus all anticipation. "Let me direct the Malfoy Enterprises story...continue to bring me all the information you have and continue to uncover.. Let me control how it's fed to the public." She sighed heavily. "Let me do all this and in return, I'll give you an exclusive one on one interview." She rushed the following words and wagged her finger at the irritating gossip columnist turned journalist, "But, if you twist that interview into a falsehood full of your subjective interpretations and your usual gossip trash, I will turn you into the Ministry. Do I make myself clear?"
Hermione could see the cogwheels turning as plainly as the stiff, hairsprayed, non moving curls on the side of the irritating woman's head. Rita's eyes lit up, a knowing smirk. "How good a story?"
Hermione sighed. "It will sell papers...and you'll have the exclusive. Do we have a deal?"
Rita drew herself up, tossing her bag over her shoulder. "Fine. Deal." With that, she turned and strutted out of the office.
Hermione sat back in her chair and opened the desk drawer, pulling out a vial of pain potion. Meetings with Rita always left her with a headache.
After Rita left, Lizzy walked into her office, handing her some owl posts that had just arrived. Hermione smiled at her in thanks. Lizzy smiled warmly back at her. "Ms. Skeeter left a file on my desk, would you like to see it now?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, it's getting late and I have plans. I'll look at it in the morning with fresh eyes."
Lizzy's voice was soft and slightly tremulous. "Hermione, I just want to thank you. I checked my Gringotts account today and discovered you had given me a substantial raise. I...I can not thank you enough."
Hermione stood and walked around her desk, giving the older witch who had become her friend a hug. "Lizzy, you deserve it. You take such good care of this office and such good care of me."
After Lizzy exited her office, Hermione sat back down and started reading the posts Lizzy had just handed her. One of them caught her attention. An official looking, thick envelope with a magical seal that would confirm to the sender she had read it. It was the equivalent of muggle certified mail. She broke the seal with her wand as was required to read the contents.
"Holy mother of Merlin," she whispered to herself. Hermione could barely breathe. Photo, after photo after photo...there had to be more than 20. All of her in a compromising position. Naked photos of her taken when she was dating and newly married to Theo. Pictures of her restrained, pictures of a hand spanking her, pictures of her mouth around his cock, but no pictures included an identifiable part of him or his face. There was an attached letter,
Dearest Hermione,
I begged my son not to marry you. Begged him is actually an understatement, but he would not listen to reason. So in love with you, he was. Now you defame his good name by filing for divorce and claiming him unworthy. I knew you for what you are, a mudblood little tramp. I knew it all along. I love my son, but he is weak...like his father before him. I knew one day these photos would be needed, so I commissioned them the minute my son admitted his love for you. Of course, I had no idea the photos would be soo...revealing. Before these were taken, I knew you were filth, but these pictures proved how depraved you really are. You will fix this. You will make him happy and you will not tarnish the name of Nott with a divorce. There has never been a divorce in the Nott family history. You will not shame my son this way.
Ignore my demands and you will suffer the consequences. These pictures will spread like wildfire throughout the magical world. The famous Hermione Granger, nothing more than a filthy sexual deviant and tramp. Your sexual appetites are disturbing, abnormal. This is not a threat, Hermione. It's a promise.
Theo is not to know about any of this. Tell him and the photos go public. He is to believe you returned because of your undying love for him. For some reason he loves you and I would see him happy. Tell him and he will never forgive me. When that happens, I will reap my wrath upon your little head. Our family attorney has the originals for safe keeping with instructions for conditions of disclosure should anything happen to me.
DO NOT DOUBT ME!
Hermione felt her heart race as the room started to spin, she put her head between her knees and willed herself to take slow, deep breaths. After a few minutes, her heart rate slowed and her breathing was more regular. She sat up, shakily stuffing the photo's back into the envelope. She willed herself to calm down and be logical. Think, Hermione, think!
She stood and started to pace. Ezmirelda Nott was a bitch, but she wasn't stupid. Surely she realized these photo's would tarnish her son as well. And Hermione could release this letter to the public, revealing the old, blackmailing bitch for what she was. And surely there were laws that would protect Hermione's privacy. Ezmirelda couldn't ruin Hermione without ruining herself and her son as well. But, Hermione was smart enough to also realize the bitch would probably claim the photos were not of Theo, leaving the public to believe she cheated on him.
Strong as she was, Hermione could not bear the thought of the photos getting out. How would she face her friends? The Weasleys? Harry and Ginny? How would she walk down the street? She would lose her clients, her business would fail. Draco! Draco will distance himself from you. He will leave you if these get out. She knew this would be too much for him. The Malfoy's were all about public persona. Draco had worked very hard to repair the Malfoy's reputation and she knew he wouldn't sully it by being affiliated with her in an way if these photos got out. She would also lose him if she went back to Theo. She would lose him no matter what she did.
Hermione looked at her watch, it was already 5:45. She was due at Draco's at 6:30. She grabbed her bag and tossed the envelope inside. It's going to be ok, Hermione. You'll figure something out. You helped take down a dark lord, surely you can outsmart an old pureblood bitch.
She paused to look around her office, confirming she'd left nothing behind and left.
45 minutes later she arrived via floo at Draco's flat. She had apparated home and changed into jeans and a sweater. It would be a casual night of pasta, wine and relaxation, at least that was what Draco had proposed when he invited her.
She stepped into the living room to find Janky and Draco playing chess. Janky immediately jumped up upon her arrival and beamed up at her. "Welcome, Miss. May Janky take your robes and offer you a beverage?"
Hermione smiled at him, handing him her robes.
"The shiraz, Janky, please," Draco instructed. The elf was gone with a pop. Draco smiled at Hermione and stood, a soft and sexy smile on his face as he approached her. "I've missed you," he said softly after giving her a gentle kiss.
She smiled at him, but Draco could tell her smile was forced. Something was wrong. "Everything ok?" He asked, as he took her hand and led her to the sofa.
She nodded, "uh huh, just been a busy Monday." Janky appeared with their glasses of wine and then disappeared promptly. Draco handed her glass to her. She took a large sip and sighed.
Something was up, but he didn't want to push. Maybe she just needed to unwind. "Are you hungry? Janky makes a mean baked lasagna."
"Sure, sounds good." She was smiling, but Draco could see her hand was shaking slightly as she brought her glass of wine up to her mouth for another large sip. He stood, once again taking her hand to lead her into the dining room. He paused as he watched her finish her glass of wine, chugging the bottom half of her drink.
"Something happen, Hermione? You seem out of sorts." He could tell she was tense, somewhat distracted.
"I'm fine, Draco. Let's eat." She smiled at him, trying with all her might to forget about the envelope that was in her purse and the terrible situation she was in. She just wanted to have a nice evening with Draco, and knew that if she didn't get herself together she would come apart in front of him.
"Hermione, you're shaking like a leaf. What is going on? Tell me!" He pleaded.
Unable to answer him, knowing that when she did it would all be over, she did the only thing she could think of. The only thing that would help her stop worrying, the only thing that would help her mind stop thinking about it.
She put her now empty glass on the table and slid to the floor at his feet, kneeling in position one.
Draco's jaw fell open as he stared down at her. After a few seconds, he stroked her hair.
"Look at me, Pet," he commanded softly.
Her eyes shot up to his, her brown orbs seeming dank and without their normal defiant spark. He had never seen her look so completely resigned and truly submissive. After meeting her gaze for a few seconds he asked her, "Is this what you need, Pet...for me to take control?" She didn't answer, which only proved how far she had dived into her submissive persona. "You may speak, answer me."
"Yes, sir."
"Come, we will eat." When she started to stand, he touched her shoulder. "No, Pet. You will crawl."
He walked into the dining room as she crawled behind him. In truth, he hoped being told to crawl would bring some fire into her eyes. The Hermione of Saturday would have pitched a fit. But this wasn't defiant Granger, this was completely obedient and submissive Pet, and he felt like he was truly meeting this side of her for the first time.
"Janky, dinner please." The house elf popped in and placed their plates on the table and then promptly left with another pop. The elf seemed totally unfazed by the fact that Hermione was on all fours on the floor.
Draco sat in his chair and pointed to the floor, close to his chair on the right. "Kneel here. I will feed you."
Hermione kneeled quietly, her eyes down. She could hear the sound of cutlery on Draco's plate. His hand appeared in front of her mouth. "Open your mouth, Pet." He fed her bits of lasagna and bread by hand. He didn't speak, he just watched her as she maintained her complete submissive state while he continued to feed her. He found it incredibly arousing and yet incredibly disturbing at the same time. Something was obviously troubling her and he wasn't sure her shutting down like this was the best answer...but he wasn't sure it wasn't exactly what she needed either.
"Did you get enough to eat, Pet? Answer me."
"Yes, sir" He wiped his hands with his napkin and then reached down to clean her mouth.
He stood and walked back to the living room, impressed that she didn't follow. He had thought a punishment for not following commands might help. But, she didn't fall for his trap. "Come to the living room, Pet. You may walk."
He watched as she gingerly got to her feet, her legs clearly stiff from having kneeled for so long. He sat on the end of the sofa, his legs crossed, his left arm draped along the back of the sofa, his right elbow on the arm rest, with his forefinger rubbing his chin in contemplation. "Look at me, Pet".. her eyes moved to his. He moved his gaze from her eyes down her form and back up. "Undress...to your panties."
She didn't hesitate. Draco couldn't help the stir in his groin as he watched her undress so quickly, so efficiently and so submissively. She was quick, but purposeful in her movements. She didn't just toss her clothes aside, she placed them neatly on the sofa next to him. He uncrossed his legs and spread them slightly as he instructed, "Kneel between my legs, facing away from me. I wish to rub your shoulders."
She did as instructed. He leaned over her as he softly rubbed her shoulders with his graceful, long fingers and strong hands. He brought his face down beside hers and breathed in her scent before kissing her cheek. He whispered, a sultry tease to his tone. "Such a good little, Pet. Such a good little pussy." He noticed a short and quick intake of breath from her. Finally! A reaction! While he was pleased she was submitting so perfectly, he wanted some fire from her. There would be times he would want her just like this, but tonight something was troubling her and he needed to find out what it was. It seemed some dirty talk might make her more responsive. His hands continued massaging her shoulders and slowly moved down her chest til he was massaging her breasts. "Such lovely tits you have, Pet. I think I'll fuck them tonight." That earned him another short hitch of breath. He smiled.
He stood up and stepped in front of her still kneeling form. "Stand and follow me to the bedroom." He walked away, heading towards his room and could hear her following behind. He walked to the side of the huge four poster bed, waving his wand to turn on the soft light from his bedside lamp.
"Slip off your panties and hand them to me." Hermione slid out of the lacy blue thong and handed it to him. He found himself disappointed the crouch was only slightly damp. This would not do. He raised the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Bend over the side of the bed with your chest flat against the mattress."
As soon as she was in position he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Now, reach behind with your hands and spread your pussy nice and wide for me." He smiled as he noticed the soft blush begin to creep over her neck and face. "I love it when you blush, Pet." He kissed her softly on the shoulder.
He stepped back and stood behind her. He placed his hands on her hips as he stared at what was displayed so beautifully before him. "You have such a pretty little cunt." He began to rub her and was thrilled to find she was wet. "The next time you spread yourself for my inspection, I will expect you to be clean shaved. I've enjoyed your neatly trimmed little curls, but I would like your pussy completely bare."
He began to undress. "Pull yourself up on the mattress and roll onto your back." As soon as she complied, he climbed on her and straddled her chest. He stroked himself. "Push your tits together so that I may fuck them for my pleasure."
He moved his cock back and forth between her beautiful breasts. In truth, he really just wanted to sink into her and slowly make love to her. But, she had requested his Dominance, and there was no denying he was enjoying this. Her face was still flushed, her hair was wild all around her, having come out of its clasp. Her eyes were closed. This won't do. I need to see you, Pet. "Eyes on me," he commanded. Beautiful, brown, lust filled eyes met his. He leaned forward and kissed her. After a few minutes, he slid down her body...kissing, nibbling and gently biting.
It was time he got the answers he needed. He started with her breasts...massaging them, kissing them, stimulating her nipples to fine little hardened peaks. Soft little moans told him she was slowly coming undone. He continued moving down until he was between her legs. He began to suck and nibble on her clit after licking her to a frenzied state. She began to writhe and moan, loudly. He stopped and looked up at her. "Stay still, or I'll spank you."
She let out a little whimper and he smiled, devilishly. He went back to focusing on her clit and began to finger her, curling his finger into the spongy tissue that caused her to squirm so beautifully. He could tell she was getting close so he pulled back and kissed her inner thigh. She let out another soft whimper. After a few seconds he went back to her clit and once again got her close to her release before pulling back.
"Pleeeease," she moaned full of need and pulled her thighs together, clearly looking for more friction. Perfect!
His tone was no longer soft. In his most Dominant and disciplinarian voice he scolded, "I believe I told you to be still and you spoke out of turn!" He stepped back and lifted his belt off the floor. "I warned you I would spank you and now you've left me no choice." He took a breath. "Up on all fours."
Unsure how far he should push her and unsure how much she could handle given the fragile state she was in only an hour ago, he proceeded with caution. "I'll give you six warm up spankings with my hand. What's your safe word? Tell me!"
"Red," she whispered.
"Is this what you need, Pet? My Discipline, my control, my hand, my belt?"
"Yes, sir." Her voice was raw, like she needed to clear her throat.
As soon as she was in position, he slapped her right butt cheek. She let out a moan. He smiled as he slapped her left butt cheek. He continued, not hitting the same spot twice. At the end of all six, he ran his hand along her folds to find her dripping wet. He stood back and admired the soft pink blush of her gorgeous ass. He closed his eyes for a minute, refocusing on the task at hand.
"You will count, and you will answer my questions. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
He switched his belt from his left to his right hand and brought the belt down on her in a sharp, stinging, slap.
"One," she yelled out. He reached forward and stroked her wet folds.
He brought the belt down on her again, harder this time.
"Two," she whimpered.
He hated to do it, but he actually wanted her to cry. He wanted her to let whatever was coiled up inside of her out. He stroked her clit and rubbed. Then he leaned in and nibbled, eliciting a beautiful moan from her. "What upset you earlier?" He asked, his tone still demanding. She didn't answer.
He brought the belt down on her again, harder. "Three," she yelled out, her voice shaky. He leaned in and buried his face in her once again, focusing on her clit. She was trembling with need. "Pet, tell me..what had you so upset!"
When she still wouldn't answer, he brought the belt down again. This time she let out a sob as she yelled out the number four. He put the belt down on the bed and once again buried his face in her, she was crying softly and trembling, her core was absolutely drenched. He could tell her climax was teetering. "Tell me now, Pet. Tell me and I'll let you come."
She shook her head no as she quietly cried. He was at a loss but picked up the belt and brought it down on her one last time, the hardest he had ever hit her, but not harder than he thought she could take and not enough to harm her. He would never harm her. She began to bawl and cry as she could barely get the word out..."five."
He threw the belt to the floor and once again buried his face in her. He nibbled and inserted one and then two fingers. He pumped them in and out of her as he continued to suck on her clit. Just when she was about to come, he once again pulled away. "Tell me!" He demanded. She continued to shake and sob. "My...my purse." He could barely understand her but but knew she said purse.
"What about your purse. Tell me now!"
"An..envelope."
That was all he needed. He buried his face into her and fingered her, finally bringing her to completion.
Hermione let out a squeal and shuddering moan as her climax finally took hold. She collapsed on the bed, and then continued to sob. Draco climbed up on the bed next to her and pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms.
"Sshh, sshh, Pet. It's going to be alright." He continued holding her as her cries quieted. He kissed her head and gently stroked her cheek. "I'm going to run you a bath. I'll be right back."
Hermione felt the bed dip as he slipped away from her. That had been the most intense sexual experience of her life. Not necessarily the most intense orgasm, but definitely the most emotional. She wiped her face and while she was upset and exhausted, she did feel better. Of course, it would all be over soon. Draco would see the letter and photos and then he would end it with her.
She felt strong arms wrap under her knees and shoulders, lifting her out of bed and carrying her to the bath. He gently lowered her into the steaming water. She let out a little squeal as the hot water hit her tender bottom.
Draco placed his hand under her chin and turned her face towards him as he kneeled by the tub. He spoke softly, but firmly. "I know your bottom is tender, but I will not be using any calming balms or healing charms. You will deal with it until it heals on its own. You're sore bottom will remind you that you belong to me. You will learn to confide in me, without being tortured to the edge of sanity to do so." He was rubbing the flannel over her skin, tenderly. He looked from the cloth up to her eyes. They were soft and warm and full of affection. Relief coursed through him, his girl was back.
He leaned in and kissed her. When he started to pull away, she reached out to him, stroking his face, studying him like she was trying to memorize him. He pressed his cheek into her hand. She smiled softly at him. She leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed him softly. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head, deepening the kiss. She pulled back. "Draco, will you make love to me?" She wanted one last tender encounter with him before he read that letter and her world came tumbling down around her.
Please review and tell me your thoughts. Do you like this twist? Hate it? I read the reviews carefully and they sometimes help guide which direction I take a story. They also help me determine if I didn't explain something well enough or if I made a mistake that needs fixing. Tell me what you think and what you think Hermione should do. Tell me what you think Draco's reaction will be. Thanks all! Have a great weekend :)
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