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Sound of Submission	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 44324 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- Huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta! Warning: Things will start to heat up again between Harry and Hermione in this chapter.
Hermione stood leaning slightly over the table where Draco had collected all of his notes on the cabinet. She couldn’t help but be impressed with his precise cursive and attention to detail. She sometimes forgot he was second in their class but this moment really drove that point home.
“Can you please not do that?” Malfoy asked with an uncomfortable anger to his tone.
She looked up at him with a deep frown in place on her face. “How am I upsetting you already?” She bit back putting her hands on her hips as she glared at the snobby prat.
He crossed his arms over his own chest his face already turned away from her. “You walk around like you have no idea how short that skirt really is, I can see a lot when you lean over.”
Hermione blushed deeply as she smoothed the skirt down against her thighs. “I think Harry shortens them when I’m not looking.” She admits pulling out her wand to add length.
Before she can react, Malfoy is holding her wand hand to stop her. “Then he wants them that way.” He said as if her boyfriend’s actions were law. She looked between his face and the hand still grasping hers. When he looked, he pulled his hand back quickly and stuffed it in his pocket.
“Are you really that afraid of him?” She asked before lowering her wand. “You’ve never acted like that before this year.”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her for a moment as if he was suspicious of her motivation for the question. “I’m loyal. That’s it.” He said stiffly. “I think you need to practice that a bit more.”
“Being loyal to a friend doesn’t mean I have to treat his every word and action like gospel.”
His jaw clenches and he shakes his head as if he is working very hard not to yell at her. “We should focus on the cabinet. That’s what we’re here for.” He finally said. “Can you help or not?”
“Maybe I could if you would stop getting distracted by my ass.” Hermione bit out before turning back to his notes.
“I was not looking at you like that.” The Slytherin snaps angrily. “I wouldn’t even consider you a girl.”
She swings around again to yell when she sees he isn’t even looking in her direction. “Why, because of my dirty blood?!”
“No.” He snapped turning to face the cabinet. “You belong to the leader of the order, and he has made it very clear he will never share you.”
“I belong to myself. I’m with Harry but I am not his property.” She growled before turning to head towards the door.
“Don’t leave.” He calls in a panicked voice.
“We obviously can’t work together Malfoy.” She said looking back to him.
“So are you saying you aren’t smart enough to help?” He sneered at her.
“I didn’t say that. Actually, I know exactly why your approach isn’t working.” She said holding her head up high.
“Why?” Malfoy asked taking a step toward her.
“First you have to tell me something.” Hermione stood tall and still had to look up at him.
“What?”
She licked her lips and worked to make herself ask the question on her brain. “Is that really the only reason you don’t see me as a girl?” She asked as her mind thought back to the dirty dreams she used to have about him.
Malfoy blinks at her a few times as if that was the last question he expected from her. “What do you really want to know Granger?”
She shook her head and looked away from him trying very hard not to blush. “You’re trying to make the spell work on this cabinet match the other one exactly.” She said to change the subject.
“Yes, so they will connect and we can use them.” He said frowning.
Shaking her head Hermione moved past him towards his notes. “But they won’t work like that. They need to make a connection, yes, but they won’t if they are both charged the same way. It’s like magnets.”
“What?” He asked again moving to try and see what she was talking about.
“See this spellwork in here?” She asked pointing to some of his notes detailing the spells on the other cabinet. When he nodded, she continued. “This group here looks as if it is charged with like energy. Well to make it connect to this one, it has to be charged with the opposite. Like two magnets, to attract each other they have to be the opposite charges, positive and negative.”
He picked up the page and turned to look back at the broken cabinet trying to align what she was talking about.
“Anyway, I think that will help with your project.” She said and turned to leave again.
“If you weren’t with him I would want you.” He said as her hand settled on the handle of the door. “That is what you were asking right?”
“Even though you despise everything about me?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking.
There was a long pause as he tried to work on an honest answer. “That question is a trap. Why do you even care? You have a boyfriend.” He said and she could tell he was being careful with his language now.
“I don’t know.” She admitted with a frown. “We’ve just hated each other for so long I am trying to figure out where we stand now.”
He got a snarky look in his eye before he opened his mouth just to close it again. “I think this will be helpful. You don’t have to stay if I make you uncomfortable.” He said instead of whatever he had originally been thinking.
Hermione bit her lower lip as she tried to decide what to do. “I’ll stay.” She said after a moment then walked over to the cabinet to inspect it directly.

When Hermione got to her next class, Harry sat next to her and placed a hand on her knee thoughtlessly. It was History of Magic so the desks were all tall enough to keep others from seeing the small gesture but she didn’t know what to think of it after the weird conversation with Malfoy.
“What’s wrong?” He asked leaning in close enough she could feel his breath against her neck.
“Have you been shortening my skirts?” She asked because it was the first thing that came to mind.
Harry smiled at her and squeezed her thigh. “Harry you shouldn't do that anymore.” She told him firmly.
“Do you want to have a picnic for Halloween?” He asked instead of answering her question.
“I told Slughorn I would go to his dinner.” She told him making Harry shake his head as his hand softly ran up and down her inner thigh.
When the Professor started speaking Hermione went to start taking notes. Harry’s petting felt nice, but not too distracting so she decided not to say anything. That is until she felt him push her knickers aside so he could stroke her womanhood more directly.
She looked over at him with wide eyes and then down at her lap. When had she spread her knees so widely? When she tried to close them, Harry held her thigh to stop her. She glared at him to try and get him to stop.
He slid a note in front of her before going back to petting her leg.
I want to touch you.
She frowned at the words then scribbled a line below his.
Not there, it’s distracting.
She pushed the note back before putting her hand on top of his. She felt his hand move before the light brush of fingers against her nether lips. A moment later he pushed the paper back in front of her.
This class is useless, I want to distract you.
She held her breath and felt her face start to burn as he pushed his middle finger inside her. When he started to move it in slow circles, she grasped the edge of the desk with one hand and scribbled a note back to him.
We. Are. In. Public.
She watched him out of the corner of her eyes and saw him look over her message. Instead of stopping or pulling away he started to trace his thumbnail around an already very confused clit. He wrote on their paper lazily as he played with her in front of the whole class.
You like it. You are so wet right now I could fuck you over this desk if I wanted.
She bit her lip so hard she could taste the metallic hint of blood. She had to admit that the public forum for this was adding to the excitement, but that didn’t make it right. So she wrote another line back as her traitorous hips started to move against the feel of his hand.
I’m not your property Harry.
He grinned down at the paper as she pushed it towards him but his only answer was sliding another finger inside of her. She felt her body start to tremble and her face started to burn all the brighter. She was on the verge of coming when he finally pulled his fingers away and wiped them on her skirt.
Hermione was still shaking with need when he leaned over to whisper in her ear again. “But there is a part of you that wants to be.”
She swallowed hard as she tried to deny what he was saying. She knew Harry wanted very much to own her body, mind, and soul, but how could she call herself a feminist if she let a guy control her like he wanted to? Before she knew it, the class was over and Harry was packing up his things.
“Lunch next.” He said as if he hadn’t spent most of the class fondling her.
“I hope they have chicken,” Ron added as he moved up next to Harry. “Everything alright Hermione? You’re very red.”
“I’m fine.” She told him as she started to collect her own work.
“How was working with Malfoy?” Ron asked in a very low voice.
“It was a bit of a struggle at first, but I think we are making headway.” She told both boys as she collected her own supplies. Harry took her bag once she was ready and put a free arm around her waist.
“Draco wasn’t mean to you was he?” He asked as they headed towards lunch.
“Not really, no.” She said trying to reprimand herself for how comfortable she felt with his claiming arm around her. It felt very odd to walk with how turned on Harry just had her, but she worked hard not to think about it.
When they got to the dining hall Luna was standing at the door waiting for Ron. He smiled brightly when he saw her and moved out ahead of them.
Harry stopped her just outside the room and looked around. When everyone was out of earshot Harry leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Want to find a dark corner to finish what we started?”
She swallowed as she looked around to buy herself some time. The suggestion sent an undeniable thrill through her, but giving into something like this would confuse their new situation.
“Harry I thought we were going to try being…” She started but he quickly cut her off.
“Normal?” He asked as he brushed his lips against her neck. “I don’t like it, Hermione. You were not born to be normal, you were born to be exceptional.” He told her in a soft voice.
She didn’t know how to respond to that so she just shook her head.
“Let’s really think about your two choices right now.” He added a moment later. “You can either go to lunch and talk with our friends while you are so slick I’m surprised the wetness isn’t running down your leg. Or you can come with me and have multiple amazing orgasms?”
She laughed nervously at his words before looking up into his eyes. “I…”
“Look, if you’re worried that I’ll get too dominant, I’ll make you a deal. I won’t do a thing to you that you don’t specifically ask me to do?” He offered a bit too much innocence in his eyes.
Hermione held her breath as she thought about the offer. His attention during class had left her very much in need of more of his attention. Finally, she nodded and let Harry lead her away from the main hall.
They found a dark alcove behind a wizard holding a sphere and he let her stand against the wall with his hand on either side of her shoulders.
“What can I do for you?” Harry asked with a grin.
Hermione flushed a bit, feeling a bit awkward. “Kiss me?” She suggested and he leaned into trail his lips lightly over hers. He slowly deepened the kiss taking more and more control away from her lips until they surrendered to him.
She moaned as her hands moved to hold his shoulders and pull him a bit closer to her. As his mouth traveled along her jaw she gasped. “Touch me please?”
His hands were on her a moment later brushing along her side and hip. He untucked her white button-down so that he could run fingers along the skin of her stomach. His other hand easily found its way under her skirt and up her thigh so that he could push the knickers out of his way once again.
By the time his lips made it to her ear he had his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves that seemed to control all pleasure.
“Hermione I want you.” He breathed against her ear as his other hand pulled down the fabric covering her breast. “Give yourself to me please?” He asked so sweetly. “Give into what you really want and be mine.”
She knew he was right. Inside she knew she wanted to be with him, to let him take her and have her and to some extent control her. It was so nice not to have to think about anything and Harry could make that happen for her.
“Yes.” She finally gasped hoping he would never stop with his remarkable fingers.
“Good girl.” He whispered and she gasped as a jolt of pleasure flooded her body with the words.
“Say it again please?” She panted wanting more.
“Call me Master and I will.” Harry teased as he cupped her breast with one hand and he drove another finger inside of her with the other.
“Master please say it again.” She asked shakily lost in the pleasure he was gifting her with.
“You are my good girl.” He said and with it, even more, pleasure came. She moaned a bit more loudly as she forgot everything but his touch.
The hand on her breast moved away and out of her shirt. She was confused for a moment when she heard him unzipping his fly and a new wave of anticipation flooded her brain.
Soon his lips were on hers once more as he ripped her knickers to get them out of his way. She whimpered as his hand moved away from her womanhood before it slipped around her thigh and lifted her so she had to wrap her legs around his waist.
When he drove himself into her she felt her toes curl and she could think of nothing but how wonderful he made her feel.
She tried to cry out his name, but the scream was lost in his mouth, as he owned her lips. She held onto his shoulders as best she could as they joined in the increasingly hard movement. When his lips parted from hers, she let out the gasp and drew in some much-needed air.
“Rip your shirt open Treasure.” He ordered lowly and she found herself letting go of him so she could grasp the shirt and rip it open. The buttons flew in several directions but Hermione didn’t care.
Harry smiled and leaned down over the breast that was still covered by the bra. He licked at the nipple through the fabric before nipping and adding just a bit of a sting to their pleasure. That was the last straw for her tightly wound body. She screamed as she came for the first time in a few days.
“You’re such a good girl Treasure. Good girl, my good girl.” He murmured as his lips trailed to the free breast. “Tell me what you are Treasure.” He ordered before nipping at her other nipple.
“I’m your good girl!” She gasps as she grasps for anything to steady herself.
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