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Songs of Regret	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 76454 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from it. I also hold no rights to any of the songs mentioned. I make no money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: I am reluctant to say how far along we are in the story…mainly because I have no fucking idea. I just keep writing. Maybe halfway? Don’t know…are you willing to stick with me for another 30 chappies?
And Ron isn't fated to anyone. Not everyone is fated…it’s somewhat rare, hence the legends and fairytales. Most magical people find the idea romantic in theory, but would prefer not to actually be fated as it causes problems…as we are finding out.
Anyway, here’s a WARNING: when I asked my beta reader what he thought of this chapter he said… “You made me jizz in my pants and then threw cold water on my dick.” Don’t hate me.
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“So, Harry…Quidditch try-outs will be next Saturday?” Hermione asked casually, forcing herself to be distracted from the sight of a certain blond wizard exiting the Great Hall. Harry nodded as he finished chewing his bite of sausage.
“Yeah. That will give us a solid month of practice before our first match. I had considered holding them today, but figured everyone would appreciate the weekend off after the first week back. Plus…our detentions,” he gave her an empathetic smile.
“I promise I won’t get a detention for next Saturday,” Hermione smiled back. Harry suddenly looked sullen.
“It sucks that we couldn’t serve our detentions together,” he sighed.
Hermione had to force herself not to grin and simply nodded in false agreement. Susan leaned forward to look past Ron at her.
“Is Mr. Perfect upset that he won’t be able to spend any time with you on your first free day of the year?” she whispered sympathetically. Hermione felt Ron tense beside her.
“We’re used to not being able to be together,” Hermione answered with a sad shrug. She glanced at Ginny who gave her an understanding smile. There was a short awkward silence until Hermione finally broke it.
“I…I better get going,” she said, standing. “Good luck Harry,” she added with a meaningful look towards a sour looking Snape at the staff table. Harry followed her gaze and groaned.
“Thanks,” he said already slumping gloomily. “You too.”
Hermione nodded at her friends. “I’ll see you all at dinner,” she said despondently, as if being led to the gallows. She picked-up her bag and, with a last grimacing smile, let her feet carry her from the Great Hall towards the staff rooms corridor.
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“Ah, Bellatrix.”
“Yes, My Lord?” Bellatrix simpered from her place knelt at Voldemort’s feet. She dared a look up at his face and batted her eyelashes. Voldemort looked down at her with a restrained, mirthless smile.
“I rather hoped you might be able to assist me with something,” he said calmly. Bellatrix boldly sat-up straight and met his gaze.
“How may I please you, My Lord,” she asked eagerly, a glint in her eye. Voldemort raised one hairless brow. He took a step to her left and patted a long bony hand to her head. He ran his hand down the side of her head and lifted her dark curls between is fingers. Bellatrix’s breath hitched and she closed her eyes. Voldemort smirked and began to circle around her, brushing his hand through her hair as he went. She shivered in pleasure.
“Tell me, Bellatrix,” he began gently, “how much do you miss Rodolphus?”
Bellatrix’s eyes snapped open. “Wha…what, My Lord?” Voldemort twirled a curl around his finger.
“Your husband. Tell me how you miss him,” he said conversationally as he continued to stalk around her. “Does he occupy your thoughts? Do you ache for him?”
Bellatrix swallowed uncomfortably as Voldemort twisted the curl of hair tighter. She appreciated her husband certainly; they worked well together. But theirs was a marriage of convenience. There was no love between them… and never would be.
“Rodolphus and I both think only of how to please you, My Lord,” she answered evasively. Voldemort hummed.
“What about your sister? Is she missing dear Lucius?”
Bellatrix hesitated and Voldemort grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly. She whimpered.
“Yes…yes, My Lord,” she answered hurriedly, wincing slightly. Voldemort lowered his face to hers.
“What part of good old Lucius do you suppose she’s been missing the most?” he hissed with a hint of a sneer. He gripped his fist tighter around the hair and Bellatrix gasped.
“I…I do not know…My Lord.”
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and released her hair with a disgruntled tug. Bellatrix winced again, but steadied herself.
“Your nephew is doing well,” Voldemort said casually. Bellatrix blinked at him, thrown by the abrupt change in mood and topic, but quickly responded.
“He appears to be, My Lord. He is away at school…”
“I know where he is you fool,” Voldemort interjected angrily. Bellatrix shrunk down at the rebuke. Voldemort curled his lip at her, but continued.
“Draco has been doing well – much better than I anticipated at any rate. His plan with the Vanishing Cabinets is rather ingenious, I’ll admit. What do you think, Bellatrix? Will he fulfill his mission?”
“I believe he will, My Lord,” she answered, casting her eyes downward.
Voldemort nodded. “His impressive Marking recovery and his eagerness to train have led me to reconsider his position. He’ll be better utilized as an emissary than as a means of punishment.”
Bellatrix couldn’t hide her confusion. “My Lord?”
Voldemort looked at her with clear disdain at her inability to follow. “Knowing that Draco will likely succeed, I found myself in need of another way to shame Lucius for his…failure,” he elaborated. Bellatrix’s eyes glittered with her insanity.
“You’ve thought of a new punishment, My Lord?” she asked brazenly. Voldemort smiled widely and her heart palpitated at the rare sight.
“It’s already been carried out,” he answered with obvious amusement. He took out his wand and fingered it lovingly. “And all it took was a quick wave of this. My faithful servants unwittingly did the rest for me… Draco and Severus truly have served me well,” he finished, grinning wider. Bellatrix forced herself not to look confused again and smiled a mouthful of crooked teeth back at him. Voldemort patted a cold hand to her chin.
“Rise, Bellatrix, and collect our things. I’ve already sent word to Severus and the others. Today we relocate to Malfoy Manor,” he said commandingly as Bellatrix got to her feet. “And make sure Narcissa is home. I’m sure she’ll want to see her son when I summon him.”
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The large tapestry of the queen and her knight had barely pulled aside when Hermione tugged at the heavy oak door behind it and quickly threw herself inside. She pushed the door shut and then turned around and felt her breath catch.
Draco was already there, sitting on the edge of the low table between the two armchairs near the fireplace. He was leaned back on it, his arms braced on either side of him. He was dressed in a black button down with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows and tucked into a pair of black Dockers that were secured with a thick, silver-buckled belt. The ensemble was completed with a pair of heavy, black dragon hide boots and his Dark Mark stark against his pale skin.
“Good morning, Miss Granger,” Draco said in a firm, low voice. He sounded very nearly like Severus. “Congratulations on being on time.”
Hermione suddenly wished she’d worn her liquid vanishing knickers.
“Good morning,” she said meekly, letting her bag fall inelegantly from her shoulder onto the floor with a thud. “You…you changed your clothes.”
A ghost of a smirk graced Draco’s face as he ignored her statement and pushed off of the table to stand. Starting at her gray ballet flats, his eyes roved over Hermione appraisingly, traveling up to take in her tight jeans and plum colored, form-fitting, long sleeved t-shirt as he walked purposely toward her.
Hermione stood in place and felt her heart begin to race simply from Draco’s proximity as he circled around her silently. He made a full orbit around her before standing to face her directly. His gray eyes smoldered as they bore into her brown ones.
“The rules,” he said authoritatively. Hermione took a giant breath and nodded to indicate that she was listening. The rules never changed, but they always went over them…every time they played.
Draco nodded slightly back. “Rule one: Magic is only allowed for levitation, adding and removing restraints, contraception, and healing in case of injury. Rule two: you will use the safe words when necessary. ‘Green’ means you are comfortable. ‘Yellow’ means you are at a limit or need to slow down. ‘Red’ means you need to stop immediately.” Draco paused and raised his eyebrows. Hermione nodded again.
“Rule three,” Draco continued, “there will never be any unwanted injury – physical or emotional - intentionally inflicted. If a line is crossed you will use a safe word. Rule four: whatever happens in this room stays in this room. Do you understand and agree to the rules?”
Hermione took a giant breath. “Yes, I do.”
Draco smiled and closed the small gap between them so that their noses nearly touched. “We begin after the kiss,” he said gently, bringing his mouth to hover over hers. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Hermione whispered back and Draco placed a chaste kiss upon her lips. He pulled away a moment later and stepped backward.
“Kneel,” he commanded harshly. Hermione felt heat sear through her body and immediately fell to her knees. Draco looked down at her with a carefully neutral expression.
“Why are you here?” he asked, tone firm. Hermione took in a shaky breath.
“I was disrespectful, sir,” she answered timidly, eyes forward.
“To whom?” Draco demanded, stepping close to her again. Hermione swallowed hard as she found her face suddenly level with his crotch.
“I was disrespectful to you, sir.”
Draco began to unzip his trousers.
“Wait!” Hermione shouted. “We didn’t cast a silencing spell.”
A darkness flickered in Draco’s eyes as he immediately shot his left hand forward and wrenched Hermione’s head back by her hair. She cried in pain and then whimpered as his fist gripped her curls tightly.
“How dare you disrespect me again?” he snarled, shaking her head as he spoke.
“I…I…I didn’t, sir.”
She gasped again as her head was yanked back again. “You insult my intelligence by suggesting I wouldn’t have already done something as simple as silence and secure this room?” Draco asked angrily.
Hermione’s eyes widened dramatically. “N-n-no…no, sir. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sir!”
“You will be,” Draco said coolly, slipping his right hand passed his open zipper into his boxers. Hermione began to quiver and when his hand came back out grasping his impressively ready cock her music began to filter quietly around them. Draco smirked.
“You know what’s coming then,” he said pitilessly. He pulled her head forward and rubbed the tip of his cock over her pursed lips. “You have such a beautiful mouth,” he said idly. Hermione remained silent and still as she raggedly breathed through her nose and relished the feel of his smoothness against her face. “But this beautiful mouth keeps getting you in trouble, doesn’t it?”
Hermione simply nodded. Draco tapped his member against her bottom lip. “Open,” he ordered. She licked her lips and then obediently opened her mouth widely. Draco’s nostrils flared at the sight, but his voice remained steady and commanding when he spoke again.
“You’ve been a bad girl… and bad girls get their troublesome mouths fucked.”
Now Hermione definitely wished she’d worn her charmed knickers. Draco’s crass statement sent a shockwave pulsing through her core and a gush of juices flowing from between her legs. She squirmed in place and Draco pulled her head forward, plunging himself into her still open mouth.
He hissed loudly at the sensation and vision of his cock disappearing into the depths of Hermione’s warm mouth and the sight of her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Her lips sealed around him and he felt her tongue slither around his head.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm…you are a bad girl aren’t you?” Draco moaned. Hermione simply hummed and the vibration sent a jolt through Draco’s core. “Fuck, witch!” he shouted, pulling her head back and then forward again roughly.
Hermione braced her hands on Draco’s thighs and sucked and licked at his hard, smooth length as he forced her head back and forth over it by her hair. She looked up at him -blinking innocently like a helpless doe- and Draco felt his release already start to build. He snarled and yanked himself free of her mouth and released her hair.
Hermione gasped at the abrupt stop and fell forward as Draco stepped backward. He took a deep breath to regain control as he watched her right herself and sit back on her heels.
“Retrieve your wand and then get your impertinent arse in that bedroom,” he instructed firmly, pointing to the curtained doorway. Hermione quickly leaned over to her bag and reached inside. With her wand in hand, she then shot to her feet and scurried to the bedroom. Draco followed directly behind her and the moment they both stepped through the curtain, he snatched her wand from her hand.
“Kneel and strip to the waist,” he ordered as he walked to one of the nightstands and set her wand atop it. Without hesitation, Hermione fell again to her knees and tugged her t-shirt over her head. She tossed it aside then reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her lacy black bra.
Draco turned back to her just as the bra slid down her arms. He bit back a groan at the sight of her breasts bouncing free and brought his right hand back to his cock. He stroked himself gently as he approached her. Hermione bit her lip at the sight.
“Oh, don’t worry, you’re not done,” Draco smirked when he caught her staring at his hand working himself over. He stepped up to her and re-presented his erection. She swiftly engulfed it within her mouth again. Draco’s eyes slammed shut and he placed his hands to the top of her head.
“That’s right,” he growled, “suck my cock.”
Hermione whimpered. She quickly grasped a hand around the base of his thick shaft and worked it up and down to follow the movements of her bobbing head. She sucked him in over and over; taking in a little more of his length each time until she finally lowered her hand and allowed his tip to reach the back of her throat. She held him in that way; her nose pressed deep into his wiry blond hair.
“Fucking hell,” Draco gasped, clenching his fingers into Hermione’s scalp. Hermione smiled around him and released him only to quickly force her head back down to fully take him in again. The sensation of being down her throat sent Draco over. His hips jerked forward involuntarily as he came and Hermione dug her nails into his thighs at the heat of his release filling her mouth.
Draco’s head fell back and his moan echoed up to the high ceiling as Hermione swallowed. His hands fell away from her head limply and she pulled back gasping for air.
“Tha…thank you…sir,” she rasped between breaths. Draco snapped back to attention. He grasped her by her upper arms and hoisted her roughly to her feet, then delivered a crushing kiss to her swollen lips. He pulled away after only a moment.
“Remain standing,” he commanded hoarsely. Hermione swayed on her feet as Draco dropped to his knees before her. She gasped as he yanked her jeans open and down her legs. “Step out of them,” Draco said, smacking her left thigh lightly. She obeyed and pulled her legs free of her shoes and pooled jeans to quake before him in only the black lace knickers that matched her discarded bra.
Draco placed a hand to each of her ankles and Hermione stifled a moan as he proceeded to slowly run them up her legs, passed her knickers, and over her flat abdomen. His fingertips grazed the undersides of her breasts before he ghosted them back downward to rest just below her ribs. He pulled her closer and leaned his face toward her knickers. He snagged the edge of them in his teeth and tugged them down – his nose trailing through her perfectly groomed, heart-shaped patch of small brown curls.
When he reached her mid-thigh, Draco unclenched his teeth and let the lacy garment fall the rest of the way. Bracing himself by his hands on her waist, he got back to his feet and stood. He swiped a hand between her legs and Hermione cried out at the unexpected move. Draco grinned, marveling at the wetness coating his fingers before sucking them clean. Hermione was unable to silence the throaty moan that the action elicited and Draco smirked as he stepped behind her.
“Go to the bed and bend over it – chest down, arse up,” he said, placing his hand to her back to push her forward. Hermione took the few steps to the bed and hesitated.
“Down,” Draco insisted, shoving her down over the edge of the bed. Hermione’s heart raced and she clutched at the bed’s plush comforter as she felt Draco move directly behind her. She jumped when she suddenly felt his palm rub over her exposed arse. Draco tsked.
“Did you think that just because you deep-throated my cock that you’d escape the second half of your punishment?”
“Sir, please…no,” Hermione gasped into the comforter. Draco’s hand came down in a stinging slap over her left cheek. A muffled sob escaped her as she pushed her face into the bed. She startled again when she felt Draco lean over her back.
“Shh,” he soothed into her ear. “You took the first half of your punishment like such a good girl…so brave” he purred, causing Hermione’s eyes to flutter shut. “Now show me how strong you are.”
Hermione inhaled deeply and nodded. Draco leaned his head against hers. “You will count these…out loud,” he whispered. Hermione nodded infinitesimally in agreement and he straightened back up behind her.
“How…how many will there be, sir?” Hermione asked quietly. Draco smoothed his hand over the red mark he’d already left on her left cheek.
“As many as it takes for you to remember that I am nothing like your worthless ex-husband,” he answered –the harshness back in his voice. He removed his hand from her and Hermione heard the faint rustling of fabric as he quickly unbuttoned and shucked off his shirt.
“Sir?”
**SMACK**
“Aaah!”
“I think you meant to say ‘one,’” Draco hissed. Hermione sucked in a breath. The slap had been hard… angry.
“One,” she said loudly as the heat of the strike spread across her right cheek.
**SMACK**
“Two.”
**SMACK**
“Th…three,” Hermione stumbled over the word as her mind clouded with pain.
**SMACK**
Hermione’s knees nearly buckled. “F…four!”
Draco paused at the sight of her legs shaking and made a quick assessment of her face for signs of true distress. But she was still wearing a determined expression…and she hadn’t said a safe word.
**SMACK**
“FIVE!” The brief pause in the spanking had made the newest blow extra intense against her already inflamed skin, and Hermione contemplated saying ‘yellow’ until a strangely euphoric feeling started to mask the pain.
**SMACK**
Hermione moaned loudly before gasping out a breathy ‘six.’
**SMACK**
The alternating cold and hot sensations pulsing across and through the tingling flesh of her bum caused Hermione to loll her head back and she stared, mouth agape at the wall.
“Sev…sev…en.”
**SMACK**
Her mind was floating away. She was supposed to do something….count? Count.
“Eh..eight.”
Draco noticed her begin to slip under. This was no longer punishment.
He administered two more smacks earning him barely audible ‘nine’ and ‘ten’s from a glassy eyed Hermione, and then stood back to admire his work. He rubbed his tingling hands together and felt himself become rock hard once more at the sight of Hermione’s bright red cheeks. Draco hastily unbuckled and tugged off his boots and divested himself of the rest of his clothing as Hermione panted sedately over the bed. He stepped back up to her and gently placed his palms over her welted skin.
Hermione sharply inhaled a moaning sob at the light touch of Draco’s hands upon her oversensitive backside.
“Sshh, shh, love,” Draco soothed again as he tenderly rubbed his hands over her, “come back to me. You did so well…such a good girl.”
After a few minutes, Hermione’s breathing began to even out and she blinked her eyes rapidly. “They were so hard,” she finally choked out when she came around from her high. Draco nodded behind her.
“They were meant to be,” he replied coolly. He continued to massage his hands into her arse. “I would’ve preferred to use my belt, but we haven’t played this way enough for me to trust myself with that just yet. I hope I still managed to get my point across?”
Hermione nodded against the comforter. “Yes, sir.”
“Will you ever compare me to him again?” Draco asked very seriously. Hermione’s response was immediate.
“Never.”
Draco smiled. “Good girl,” he said huskily, moving his hands from her bum down to her legs as he kneeled behind her. “Merlin, you are fucking drenched,” he commented at the sight of her inner thighs glistening with the wetness leaking steadily from her quim.
Before Hermione could respond she felt a warm, broad tongue lap up her right thigh and then delve into her center.
“Holy, fuck,” Hermione gasped as Draco poked his tongue against her clit. He pulled away from her.
“Gods, I love when you curse,” he sighed as he stood back up. “Get up on the bed.”
Hermione pulled herself up onto the soft mattress and crawled to the center of it.
“Can you flip over?” Draco asked, eyeing her still red backside. Hermione nodded and gingerly lay down and rolled onto her back. Draco gave her a lascivious grin. “Time for pleasure, love.”
Hermione looked down her body at him and the moment he began to crawl up onto the bed her music abruptly changed songs. Draco stopped mid-crawl and raised a brow at her.
“Well, this sounds fun,” he said dryly as the heavy metal music thumped through his chest. “I knew the last song…but this one…is new to me.”
Hermione was already breathing heavy. “Adrenalize by In This Moment,” she replied. She growled in her throat. “Now get over here and fuck me, you bastard.”
Draco’s eyes dilated and his grin disappeared. “Oh, love…be careful what you wish for,” he growled back. He crawled up and straddled her. “And let’s not forget who’s in charge,” he whispered, grabbing his hands to her nipples. He twisted them hard and Hermione gasped loudly and writhed in his grasp.
“Yes, sir!”
Draco released her nipples only to give each one a hard flick and then a slap. Hermione arched her back off the bed and Draco chuckled. He ducked his head down and captured one in his teeth. He nipped at it and then bit down. Too hard.
“Yellow!”
Draco immediately released at Hermione’s word. He glanced up at her face apologetically and then looked back at her abused nipple. He placed a kiss to it and then blew on it gently. When Hermione oohed at the sensation, he went further and sucked it into his mouth and massaged his tongue against it. After a moment he moved to her other side and much more gently bit down on her other nipple before tonguing it as well.
“Please,” Hermione begged after another moment. She reached down between them and grabbed hold of his cock. “Please…” she said again, tugging. Draco laughed and batted her hand away. He crawled backwards and stopped when his face was level with her hips.
“So you don’t want me to do this?” he asked innocently, leaning down and licking her slit again. Hermione saw stars and grasped at the comforter as the one lick sent her hypersensitive body jolting.
“Holy shite. Did you just…?” Draco asked with a goofy grin.
“Yes!” Hermione nearly sobbed. “Now will you please just get up here and fuck me before I pass out?”
Draco shrugged. “If you insist…”
He leaned down and Hermione arched off the bed as he licked her again. He slid his body back over hers - his tongue trailing up over her skin as he went. When he reached her neck, he sucked and bit at her favorite spot before peppering kisses along her jaw to her mouth. The moment their lips met, Draco aligned himself with her entrance and sunk home.
Hermione cried out in relief and wrapped her arms around him. Draco gave a few tentative thrusts.
“How’s that arse feeling, love?” he asked. Hermione clenched her nails into his back.
“It feels like it’s on fire, but I swear to Merlin if you stop I will cut you.”
Draco laughed and then leaned his face to her ear. “Oh, I won’t be stopping for a while,” he whispered breathily, “and don’t expect me to go gently either.”
Hermione raked her nails painfully down his back in response and he hissed.
“Rough it is,” he said, withdrawing from her moist heat. Hermione immediately began to protest and Draco grabbed her arms roughly. He forcibly flipped her over.
“All fours,” he ordered firmly. Hermione obeyed at once and scrambled to her knees. When she was in position Draco kneeled behind her and after a quick swipe of his cock against her slick slit, buried himself back into her tightness. He gripped her hips and exhaled shakily.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he said as he pulled out and then slammed himself back in. Hermione moaned loudly and arched her back dramatically. Draco reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair when she did so. He held her in that position as he continued to rail her with enthusiasm.
Hermione closed her eyes at the absolute pleasure of the combined sensations of her hair pulling, her breasts bouncing, her arse stinging, her pussy stretching, and her core zinging as Draco’s bollocks swung forward to tag her clit with each of his purposeful thrusts. It was mere minutes before she was clawing at the bed with another climax. She collapsed forward onto her chest –arse still up – when Draco finally released her hair. She panted heavily as Draco slowed his hips.
“How adventurous are you feeling today, love?” he asked through labored breaths, never ceasing his steady assault on her pussy. Hermione looked over her shoulder at him.
“Why?” she asked tiredly. She suddenly felt Draco run a finger between her arse cheeks. Her eyes widened.
“I…I don’t think I’m up for that just yet,” she replied with a nervous chuckle as he pressed his index finger against the tight, puckered hole that had yet to be claimed.
“You’re sure?” Draco asked mischievously, easing his finger into her. Hermione inhaled sharply.
“Oh gods,” she gasped as he pushed the digit in deeper. He wiggled it slightly and Hermione whimpered. He slowly pulled it back out and then eased it back in. Hermione’s eyes rolled.
“You are the devil,” she panted. Draco chuckled.
“Feel good does it?”
Hermione nodded. She’d never felt anything as satisfying as the feeling of having Draco Malfoy inside of her in two ways at once in her life. If he kept it up she was going to pass out for sure.
“Just wait until it’s my cock in there,” Draco added. Hermione orgasmed at the thought and clutched at the bed again.
Draco moaned at the feeling of her walls clenching around him like a vise. “Damn, woman,” he ground out. “I’m gonna need a long kip after this.”
Hermione simply continued to moan and whimper in response.
An hour, three different positions, and five orgasms later, they both collapsed to the bed and took that long kip.
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Hermione blinked her eyes open and stared at the skylight above her. It was still daylight. She turned her head and saw Draco already awake in the bed beside her, eyeing one of their room’s graphic mosaics. When he noticed she was awake, he smiled.
“Afternoon, sleeping beauty,” he said softly. Hermione rubbed her eyes.
“How long did we sleep for?”
Draco shrugged. “About two hours.”
“Not surprised,” she groaned, placing a hand to her forehead. “You wiped me out.”
“You were amazing,” he praised, slipping a hand over her abdomen and snuggling close to her. Hermione hummed contentedly.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” she teased. Draco buried his face in her soft curls and inhaled deeply.
“Best detention ever,” he sighed into her hair. Hermione laughed and nodded in agreement. They laid together in silence for a long while until Draco untangled himself from her and sat up. Hermione turned to look up at him. She frowned slightly when she noticed him looking suddenly apprehensive.
“You okay, babe?” she asked, rubbing a hand to his ribs. Draco looked down at her and gave her a small smile.
“Yeah…just thinking about something,” he answered simply. Hermione raised a brow at him and he sighed.
“Do you feel well enough for another round,” he asked hesitantly.
Hermione laughed. “Are you never satisfied?”
“It’s not like that,” he said seriously.
Hermione looked slightly confused and propped herself up on her elbows. “Then what is it?”
Draco twisted his mouth and furrowed his brow slightly. “I…I want to try something.”
Hermione scoffed. “What more could we try?”
“Well…” he paused and leaned over to the nightstand. He opened its drawer and pulled from it an obviously weighted medium-sized black velvet bag. He set it in his lap and continued. “You need to know what my mask looks like.”
Hermione blinked at him blankly. “What?”
Draco exhaled nervously. “You need to memorize the pattern of my mask…if…if there’s another battle…you’ll need to be able to recognize me.”
“Your…your mask…” Hermione breathed, looking down at the black bag as if it contained the plague. She shook her head. “I…I ca…”
“And,” Draco interrupted, holding up the bag, “you need to associate this with something other than death. We won’t last a second if you have an episode in the middle of a fight.”
Hermione sat up with a wince. “What does that have to do with you wanting to try something,” she asked tensely. Draco opened the cinched top of the bag and peered inside.
“I’m going to wear it,” he answered quietly.
Hermione stiffened. “What?”
Draco reached a hand into the bag and then pulled it out to reveal a polished silver mask clutched in his fingers. Hermione immediately slammed her eyes shut.
“Hermione, look at me,” Draco said calmly. She shook her head.
“Look. At. Me.” he demanded in his dominant voice. Hermione’s lips trembled, but she slowly opened her eyes to look into his, carefully avoiding the sight of the mask atop the bag in his lap. Draco grabbed her chin in his hand and held up the mask with his other, forcing her to look at it.
“I love you,” he said sternly, “and I’m going to protect you in any way that I can. If that means fucking you while wearing this disgusting thing, then that’s what I’m going to do.”
Hermione swallowed hard as she eyed the mask. She knew he was right, of course. Just the sight of a single Death Eater mask had her on the brink of breaking down. How could she expect to survive another battle surrounded by them? She looked back up into Draco’s eyes.
“Do we have to do it now?”
Draco exhaled heavily. “No, but we have the opportunity now. There’s no knowing when we’ll get to be together this long again.”
Hermione gave a resigned sigh. “Okay,” she said quietly. Draco took a giant breath and nodded with a grim smile.
“Rules still apply,” he said simply as he let go of her face and went to put on the mask.
“Draco, wait…”
He paused and looked up at her questioningly. Hermione leaned over and kissed him. He returned the kiss passionately before pulling back and rubbing a thumb lovingly over her cheek.
“Just remember that I love you…and that it’s still me underneath,” he said forebodingly. Hermione inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as Draco raised the mask to his face. She sat in the bed, eyes clamped shut in silence for several long moments until a deep, sinister voice addressed her.
“Open your eyes, Mudblood.”
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and then screamed. Draco was crouched before her on the bed – silver mask over his face and a thick black cloak draped over his head and shoulders. He shook his head slowly at her scream.
“There’s no one here to hear you scream,” the voice taunted. Hermione began to hyperventilate and Draco grabbed hold of her chin again.
“It’s me,” said the voice. “This is the last time I’ll remind you. Now, just look. Look at the pattern.”
Hermione’s head trembled in his grasp as she nodded. He released her and she took a calming few breaths, then forced her eyes to roam over the mask before her. The pattern was intricate and simple at the same time. “Just like Draco,” Hermione mused perceptively. The thought somehow settled her and she surprised herself when she found her hand traveling upward to touch one of the silver swirls etched into the mask’s surface.
Draco immediately flinched away from her hand and grabbed her wrist tightly. He wagged his index finger at her disapprovingly.
Ah, ah, ah, Mudblood,” the voice reprimanded, “You don’t get to touch me…I get to touch you.” He reached forward and fondled her left breast roughly.
Hermione scowled at him. She found herself becoming equal parts aroused and enraged at this little role-play scenario. She slapped at his hand.
“How dare you?” she spat. The words had barely left her lips when she was propelled backward and pinned down by the masked figure. Her music started again. The masked head tilted to the side as if considering her.
“What is this song, Mudblood?”
Hermione simply narrowed her eyes at him. He grabbed a hand to her throat and shook her.
“Answer me, Mudblood!”
Hermione pushed at his chest and sneered. “It’s the same band as before, you miserable prick! The title is Blood.”
“Miserable prick?” the voice laughed a cruel distorted chuckle. “My prick won’t be quite so miserable in a moment.”
Hermione paled at the statement and a moment later Draco was upon her. Without prelude, he buried himself within her tight heat. She slammed her eyes shut and tensed her body against him.
“Hey!” the voice shouted angrily. Draco took hold of his wand that Hermione hadn’t until then noticed was beside them, and bound her hands above her head. He then grabbed Hermione’s legs and forced them open wider.
“You will take what I have to give, and you will look at me while I give to you. Do you understand me? You. Will. Look. At. Me.” A thrust accompanied each of the last five words and Hermione moaned loudly at each of them.
“Oh gods, this is intense,” she breathed as Draco pounded into her. The voice chuckled.
“Just keep looking.”
Hermione nodded and obediently traced her eyes over every swirl and line of the silver mask moving above her as she gritted her teeth against Draco’s brutal thrusts. He kept an unrelenting rhythm and by the time she’d made a fourth full examination of the mask, Hermione felt her body begin to retense with the need of release.
“I’m gonna ‘o’, Draco…I’m gonna…I have to…”
The voice grunted. “You got it? You got the pattern?”
“Yes!”
“Good,” the voice bellowed and Draco let the cloak fall from his shoulders and then ripped the mask from his face and chucked it to the floor. The mask clattered around on the tile as Draco exploded within a wailing Hermione.
“Fuuuuuck,” Draco shuddered violently as he came and then fell over. He panted for a moment as the music echoed into silence and then looked over at Hermione. She was staring at the ceiling with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Draco immediately unbound her hands and cupped her face in his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Hermione shook her head in his hands. “I’m fine. It’s okay. It was…that was just…” She turned to fully face him. “I think there's something wrong with me,” she said gloomily. Draco frowned.
“Why would you say that?” he asked, pushing a few of her frizzy curls behind her ear. Hermione shrugged.
“I actually enjoyed what we just did. Why would I like that? You just fucked me so hard I'm not entirely certain you didn't just tear something down there and you called me Mudblood the whole time while wearing a Death Eater mask.” She shook her head.
Draco gave her a small smile. “There is nothing wrong with you.”
Hermione gave him an uncertain look and he continued. “You've had to be in control...had to be responsible...had to be the best at everything for your entire life. Sometimes when you didn't even want to be.”
“Most times,” Hermione added sullenly.
“Exactly,” Draco replied. “Conversely, I’ve had very little control over anything in my life. I’ve always been told what to do…forced into roles and ‘choices’ I abhor.” He paused and looked at her thoughtfully. “You crave my force and control, and I crave controlling you…we give each other what we’ve never had. We balance each other.”
“You seem to have given a lot of thought to this,” Hermione said, pushing a clump of his hair from his sweaty forehead.
“I’m not just a pretty face,” he smirked, “I do try to use this brain now and again.” Hermione shook her head at him and chuckled. Her eyes searched his face lovingly.
“It’s amazing how we complement each other,” she said quietly.
“Fated,” Draco replied simply. “We are exact opposites…so our souls are completed by each other.”
“You’re a boy,” Hermione said, ticking the observation off on one of her fingers. Draco smiled.
“And you’re a girl,” he countered.
“You’re a pureblood.”
“You’re a Muggle-born.”
“You are water,” Hermione sighed.
“And you are fire,” Draco wrinkled his nose at her. He sat up and leaned over her, placing a hand on either side of her head. “You are mostly good, with a little bit of bad,” he purred, looking down at her.
“And you’re mostly bad with a little bit of good?” Hermione replied looking skeptical. He nodded and she shook her head. “No,” she said in feigned seriousness, “I think that may be the other way around.”
Draco’s eyes shone as he looked at her. “Gods you are amazing,” he breathed. He stayed hovering above her and just stared admiringly.
“What?” Hermione asked, blushing under his intense, affectionate gaze.
“Nothing,” he said softly, “I just love looking at you. You…aaah!” His face suddenly contorted with pain and his left elbow buckled, causing him to nearly collapse onto Hermione’s chest.
“Draco! What’s the matter?” Hermione asked anxiously as he attempted to sit up. Her heart nearly stopped when he looked at her with an expression of complete fear. He gritted his teeth again and closed his eyes.
“Fuck!” he ground out, pushing off of Hermione and leaping from the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Draco!?” Hermione nearly sobbed as she watched him continue to curse and look wildly about the room for his clothes. He found his boxers and quickly put them on and then snatched up his nearby trousers. He dropped them and balled his fists.
“FUCK!” he yelled, cringing again.
“What is…” Hermione cried as she got up.
Draco thrust his left arm out at her and she recoiled at the sight of the snake in his Dark Mark slithering around his skin. “Get dressed!” he snapped at her, picking his trousers back up.
Hermione immediately jumped up and grabbed her wand from the night stand. She accio’d her clothing and Draco’s shirt, socks and boots with a flick of it. She shakily, yet hastily donned all of her clothes in the time it took Draco to pull on his slacks. Hermione knelt down at Draco’s feet as he started to put on his shirt.
She slid his socks onto his feet one at a time as he unrolled his sleeves and adjusted the cuffs. Hermione then grabbed his boots and helped him step into them. Her fingers moved swiftly as she laced and buckled them up while he buttoned and re-tucked his shirt. When she was done, Hermione stood and grabbed her wand again.
She cast a quick cleansing charm over him and then cast a freshening spell to remove the smell of sex and her perfume from his person and the flush from his cheeks as he fastened his belt.
Now fully dressed, Draco grabbed his wand, mask and robes. Hermione jogged through the heavy bedroom curtains out into the sitting area and went to the door. Draco hurriedly shrunk his mask and robes and then stuffed them into his pocket as he followed Hermione.
“What does he want?” she blurted out nervously as he approached the door. He shook his head.
“I don’t know. He didn’t summon me until Christmas holiday last time,” he answered worriedly.
He suddenly yanked Hermione into him unceremoniously and planted a desperate, bruising kiss to her lips. He broke from her a second later and wrenched the door open, giving her one last determined look.
“I love you,” he said fiercely and then darted out of the room. Hermione trembled alone in the doorway as she closed her eyes and whispered after him...
“I love you, too.”
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