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Beyond the Pale	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 81362 -:- Recommendations : 11 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Hermione was about ready to snap Ron’s arms off at the shoulders. He’d immediately jumped on her the second she flew through the portrait. He wanted to know exactly where she had went, what she was doing when she got there, and why the hell she didn’t tell him she’d left in the first place. Harry had vaguely said that she’d been looking for something for Dumbledore because he didn’t want Ron to fly off the handle at the thought of Hermione dealing with a Horcrux on her own.

So far, Harry had let Ron believe that Dumbledore was retrieving them all. This time, Ron noticed that Hermione was missing and he wasn’t about to let it go. She’d chosen to tell him that she was looking for ingredients for a potion, a story she was already familiar with. However, he was getting more agitated when she refused to tell him more. She was about three seconds from killing him. Her fangs were already hard to contain.

“Come off it Ron,” Ginny growled, hexing her brother to the couch. “She’s obviously got somewhere to go. Let her be.”

“Where’s she going then?” Ron asked snottily.

“I’m going to get laid for fuck’s sake!” Hermione screeched without thinking. “Now I’m going to be late and I’m going to get punished for it. Thanks a fucking lot.”

Ron turned white and Ginny started cackling. “Go on before he spanks you.”

Hermione smirked and ran out the door, special case in hand. She’d have to deal with Ron later. Right now, she had a mate to get to and she was running late. There would be no vampire speed in broad daylight and shadows were hard to find. Then again, she couldn’t take her case with her in shadow form anyway. She would just have to settle for whatever Draco dished out but she ran as fast as she could without causing suspicion. Maybe he would show leniency.

Draco flung the door open as soon as she skidded to a stop in front of it. He looked angry and felt even angrier. What had she done? He pulled her in roughly and tossed her onto the bed, taking care not to slam the door too hard behind him. He stalked over to her and glared.

“You’re thirty minutes late!”

“I couldn’t help it!” She said, truly afraid that he wasn’t going to forgive her.

“This better be a fucking good reason Hermione,” he snarled. His eyes flickered and she could see the hurt in them. “Don’t you want to be with me?”

“Of course I do,” she almost sobbed. “Ron was insufferable when I got back. Harry thought he’d brushed him off but he came at me with hundreds of questions and everyone was looking. I almost killed him. You have no idea how close I came to biting him.”

Draco stared at her for a while and she could only return it with an imploring look. She’d really hurt him and she didn’t understand why. Did he think she would run? Did he honestly think that she would do that to him? Honestly, it hurt. It hurt a lot. Hadn’t she proved she love him?

Draco sighed and sat down beside her, pulling her into his arms and burying his nose in her hair. “I thought you’d be late, almost counted on it. But then it got later and later and I was terrified that I’d scared you off. Then you come running up here, irritation radiating from you and I was… I thought you were irritated with me.”

“Gods no,” she whispered. “I was irritated with Ron. I sort of… tipped my hand to get away.”

He pulled back and furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I sort of told him that he was keeping me from getting laid.”

Draco burst out laughing. “Why did that even come up?”

“Ginny told him to leave me alone because I had somewhere to be and he asked where I was going.”

“And his face?”

“White as a sheet but I didn’t really care at that point. I wanted to get back to you. So we could use this.” She held up the case with the dildo in it.

Draco smirked. “Did you now?”

Hermione nodded, relieved that his anger had faded. Draco leaned down and kissed her, a tender kissed that made her want to melt into the sheets. They still had a long way to go to be 100% comfortable with each other but she knew he was worth it. He kissed her so gently, so lovingly that she wouldn’t ever doubt that. He had changed so much, or maybe he hadn’t at all. Maybe he was like this all the time. It made her sad to think that he’d put up a front for so long, still did with anyone but her.

“Stop thinking,” Draco chided. “It’s time for your punishment.”

“Punishment?” she squeaked.

“Oh yes,” Draco purred. “You were late. If you really didn’t want to be punished, you would have found a way to brush off the Weasel much sooner. So, time to pay the piper pet.”

Hermione wrinkled her nose. “You’ve been hanging around Melody too much.”

Draco chuckled and walked across the room to set up. “You love it.”

She sighed, knowing he was right. She loved that he could comfortably use muggle phrases now. She loved that he loved muggle music and could sing like an angel. She even loved the fact that though he was about to punish her, he would make sure she enjoyed it. Merlin she loved him.

Draco gave her a soft smile. “Love you too, pet.”

She blinked coquettishly, thinking she might get off on a lighter punishment if she played to him.

Draco chuckled. “Not this time pet. Come here.”

She mock pouted and crossed the room where Draco had a set of shackles hanging from the ceiling. She felt moisture gush from her entrance, soaking her knickers. Damn. How could a set of chains turn her on so much? Draco’s smirk made her breath catch for a second. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. Slytherin Bastard.

Draco grinned and grabbed her hands, jerking them above her head to cuff them. When her hands were secure, he kicked her feet shoulder width apart. It took her a second to rebalance herself and about that long for a blindfold to wrap around her eyes. He was taking away her sight?

“Relax love,” Draco drawled. “You’ll love this.”

She yelped when something bumped up against the front of her hips. It was much cooler than most things she’d touched and she couldn’t help but love the temperature difference. She normally didn’t care that she couldn’t feel cold anymore but it was a welcome change. She only wondered just how cold it had to be if she could actually feel it. After all, even the lake didn’t feel cold.

“Lean over,” Draco ordered.

Hermione started to protest and realized that the shackles had lowered, allowing her to bend over the object now in front of her. She realized it was some sort of table, a cool one. She couldn’t let it pass. She just had to know how he managed to do it… and there might be some concern for her skin as well.

“Draco?”

“Yes love?”

“How did you make it so cold?”

“It’s a charm Severus taught me. Do you like it?”

“I… well, yes. I didn’t realize how much I miss feeling the cold.”

Draco hummed and ran a hand over her back. “I know. It’s strange, things I miss… like cold wind in my face, sleeping, dreams… I suppose I’ll miss snow when it comes.”

“I’d forgotten about snow,” Hermione sighed wistfully. “I’ll miss it.”

Draco chuckled. “At least you’ll be able to feel your fingers and toes afterwards.”

“Yes but then there’s warming up by the fire and hot chocolate.”

“Well, we’ll have to find someone who tastes like hot chocolate then. Now, no more chit chat. Your punishment begins now. You will address me as Sir. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir,” she whimpered.

“You will be punished for your rampant lateness. One stripe for every minute late… and you will count them. Understood?”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered, unsure exactly how he was going to spank her.

The first blow made her see stars as it bloomed across the middle of her backside. It was a whip of some sort but it felt like more than one strip of leather that hit her, judging by the sting. It had a lot more bite than the silk whip but it wasn’t quite as blunt as the paddle. She could do this… maybe.

“One, Sir,” she said as clearly as she could.

Draco brought it down again, striking her just at the cleft of her bum. She couldn’t contain her squeal but still managed to count it anyway. Urged on by her compliance, Draco struck hard and fast. She could barely count them out. The blooming stings were starting to melt together to create the most delicious sensations. She felt itchy and frustrated and she needed some friction soon or she might go mad. She was never so glad for the last blow that landed right at the fold between cheek and thigh.

“T-thirty, Sir.”

Draco hummed and ran his hand over her bum. She thought it had to be blood red by now. Well, it would be if she weren’t a vampire. Still, she hoped it was at least pink. It felt hot, his hand sending tingles to her core. She felt her juices gush out of her and drip down her thighs. Her core clenched when Draco bent down and licked a trail up her inner thigh, moaning softly.

“You taste like heaven.”

She shivered at the compliment. He always had a way of making her feel like the most special girl in the world. She supposed it was because she could feel the truth in his emotions. He didn’t even need to say the words aloud. It was a much more intimate connection than she ever felt possible. In fact, she was feeling quite bereft at the moment because he had pulled away completely.

“Draco?”

“Silence pet,” Draco ordered. “This is part of your punishment.”

Hermione frowned. If he intended for her to lay there without any sort of release, then he really was punishing her. It was horrible. She hated being blind and essentially alone as a human. As a vampire, a creature who sought out warmth and comfort, it was nearly unbearable. Add in the level of frustration she was feeling and she thought she might go mad. Her legs were stuck to the floor, most likely with a charm, and she couldn’t even rub them together for relief. She fought the tears that threatened to flow, not willing to further her punishment. This was killing her.

She didn’t know how long she’d been there before Draco’s hands were on her back, rubbing soothing circles right above her bum. She relaxed into his touch, almost crying in sheer joy. She wasn’t sure her punishment was over yet, but the small contact helped her rein in her emotions.

“Are you alright pet?”

“No,” she whimpered. She wasn’t alright at all. She felt horrible.

“I’m sorry pet, but they don’t call it punishment because it’s fun.”

“That was awful,” she whined.

“I didn’t particularly enjoy it myself,” Draco said, bringing his hands to rub more of her back. “But I meant what I said earlier. You scared me. I thought you didn’t want me.”

“How could you think that?” Hermione cried. “How? After all we’ve been through, I thought…”

“I don’t doubt you love me Hermione,” he said gravely. “But… well, how would you feel if I were half an hour late for a meeting, especially one of this nature?”

“Like I did a moment ago,” Hermione said with a heavy heart. Had it hurt him that badly?

“Exactly,” Draco sighed. “I just wanted you to realize that as innocuous as it seemed, it really did bother me.”

“What should I have done? I honestly didn’t want to make a scene.”

Draco hummed and ran a hand over her mound. “We’ll have to figure that one out, won’t we? For now, we continue.”

“More punishment?” Hermione shrieked.

He chuckled and slid one finger inside. “Easy love. You like this.”

Hermione was about to tell him that she didn’t think she’d like more punishment at all when she heard two words that made her wet all over again.

“Locomotor Draconis!”

Hermione almost screamed when the charmed dildo replaced the finger and shoved home in one thrust. She hadn’t been expecting that at all. It wasn’t nearly as warm as her mate, but Merlin did it move like him. She always wondered how he manipulated it but she couldn’t think about it now. It was giving her the most wonderful feelings.

A sharp slap to her arse made her jump, knocking the table she was laying on forward a few inches. She heard Draco chuckle before he slapped her again, this time on her other cheek. He hadn’t said anything about counting so she stayed silent. Blows started raining down on her backside as the toy thrust harder and faster into her pulsing channel. She was caught in between heaven and hell and she couldn’t think of anywhere else she wanted to be in that particular moment. She felt her climax coming.

“Don’t you even think about coming,” Draco hissed. “You won’t find relief until I say so or you will be punished severely. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes S-s-sir!” she squeaked, trying to breathe deeply and think about something, anything to cool her ardor. She thought about Ron’s blotchy face as he bombarded her with question after question. That did it. In fact, she felt her fangs descend from the sudden rush of anger she got from it.

“No sense in being mad love. You brought this on yourself.”

“Not mad at you,” she panted.

“Ah, a diversion technique,” Draco said with a chuckle. “Let me help.”

She was about to ask him how he could possibly help when he insisted on pummeling her with Draco Jr. when she felt a sudden wetness in her arse. What in Merlin’s name? There was an unexpected pressure against her entrance that made her squeak in fright.

“Relax,” Draco purred. “You’ll only make it harder if you tense. Let me take care of you.”

“B-but-“

“No buts,” Draco warned sternly. “You wanted a three way and that is what you’ll get. Now, when I push, I want you to push back and then relax.”

Hermione did as she was told, the concentration it took successfully taking her arousal down ten notches. The dildo had also slowed down considerably, allowing her to feel everything. He slowly pushed his finger inside her tight hole, letting her get used to the idea. It felt strange and foreign, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She had a brief thought that she was glad she didn’t have to use the loo anymore and almost giggled at the hilarity of it all.

He began slowly thrusting his finger in and out, massaging and stretching her as he went. Soon, the uncomfortably full feeling began to feel incredibly good, especially when Draco Jr. hit the perfect spot inside her. Draco quickly added two and then three fingers, making sure to stretch her thoroughly. Her arousal was back, the combined sensations enough to make her eyes roll back in her head. She couldn’t come though or Draco would punish her severely. She couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving her in this state. She’d die.

Draco pulled his fingers out, making her protest. It had felt amazingly good, something she couldn’t have expected. She didn’t have long to complain as he lined the head of his cock with her now loosened hole and started to push in. It burned and stung, sparks of pain successfully taking her arousal down to almost zero. Thankfully, she was a vampire and they abated almost as quickly as they came. Before she realized it, Draco was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel so fucking good.”

She wiggled a bit, the toy and Draco inside her at the same time made her feel fuller than she ever had. She could feel the toy sliding back and forth against Draco’s cock, making him moan softly. If he didn’t move, she was going to be very disappointed.

“P-please m-move.”

Draco reached down and nipped at her shoulder. The sting went straight to her core, her insides clamping down in reaction. Draco growled and started suckling the blood that trickled down. She gasped at the feeling, her insides quivering. He pulled back and started thrusting slowly, letting her get used to the feeling of him. He matched the pace of the dildo and she realized that he was controlling them both now. They whirred inside her in opposite directions, causing pleasure to shoot up her spine.

“Fuck!” she screamed when he gave a particularly brutal thrust, the toy bottoming out inside her causing pain and pleasure.

Draco groaned. “I love it when you scream pet.”

He picked up the pace, causing moans and whimpers to fall from her lips. She couldn’t help it. This was better than anything she could ever imagine. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, the table disappeared. Her body dropped a couple of inches, changing the angle. Though it put a strain on her shoulders, the new position let him hit something deep inside her. She cried out her pleasure, urging Draco on, his hands digging into her hips. If she weren’t a vampire, he’d be leaving deep fingertip bruises. She almost wished they’d stay. Then she would have physical proof that she was his. The thought struck her odd for a moment before she realized that the vampire in her wanted to be claimed for the world to see.

Draco slowed down. “What’s wrong love?”

“D-don’t stop!” She screeched.

He did, making her scream in frustration. “I’m not going to move until you tell me why you felt so sad for a minute, such longing that didn’t belong to the lust.”

She could tell that stopping was affecting him just as badly as it was her but he had an iron will. He would not move until she poured her heart out. It was embarrassing, really. How could she tell him that she wanted his mark on her, whatever that was? It was something she wasn’t quite sure how to express anyway.

“What is it?” he whispered, placing small kisses along the back of her neck.

“I-I... n-nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” he growled, punctuating his words with a thrust.

She couldn’t voice her words though. He’d think it was stupid or maybe a bit obsessive.

“What are you afraid of?” Draco sighed, molding himself to her back.

“You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“Doubtful. There’s not a stupid thought in your head.”

She sighed. “I was sad because… the bruises won’t stay.”

Draco pulled back suddenly. “Why would you be sad about that?”

“I…I want you to mark me,” she murmured. When he didn’t say anything, she forged on. “I mean, I want a visible mark, something to prove that this is more than a behind closed doors thing. I know it’s stupid and selfish but-“

Draco put a hand over her mouth. “It’s amazing,” he whispered. “You have no idea how appealing that sounds to me. I want the same thing you know.”

Hermione sighed in relief. At least he was on the same page. She knew it was stupid but she didn’t want to hide anymore, though that was out of the question.

Draco pulled back so far he almost pulled out before slamming back inside, ripping a scream from her lungs. “I’ll mark you inside for now.”

Her head spun as he took her hard and fast. She couldn’t do anything but surrender to him. There was nothing to hold onto, no table to lean against. The shackles swung back and forth as her body was worked over; the only other thing holding her in place was the sticking charm on her feet. And then it wasn’t there anymore. She felt the shackles shorten, stretching her arms up so far she had to straighten. Then Draco lifted her up, pulling her legs to rest on his thighs. Her back arched against him, her head resting on his shoulder. He began trusting again, using one hand to hold her up while the other played with her clit.

The new position was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. He his spots she didn’t even know she had. The pleasure was almost too much for her. She couldn’t hold back much longer. Tears started leaking from her eyes from straining to keep from going over. Draco licked the tears he could reach and worked her harder and faster. She was begging, crying for mercy, for the feeling to consume her.

“Come for me,” Draco rasped and ground himself into her, the toy following the same pattern as he mashed her clit one final time.

She broke apart, light flashing before her eyes as she soared into a climax so intense it hurt. It took her breath away. Draco’s snarl was the only thing she could hear above the pounding of her own heart. He shuttered and gave a few more weak thrusts before vanishing the shackles and sinking to the floor on his knees. She collapsed against him, balancing on his knees and breathing hard as they both came down.

“T-that… was-“

Draco chuckled. “You’re going to be late next time too, aren’t you?”

Hermione hummed. “Maybe just a moment or two.”

“Was it everything you thought it would be?”

Hermione shook her head. “It was more… so much more.”

“I’ll say,” Draco breathed. “I couldn’t stop the feeling charm on the toy.”

“Wait, you felt sensations from both?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure I could hold on much longer. It was… wow. You feel fucking fantastic no matter how I take you.”

Hermione shivered at the crude compliment. She wasn’t sure how he managed to get to her but he did. She groaned when he removed the dildo and tossed it to the side. He didn’t move though and she relaxed against him, basking in his warmth and comfort.

“Do you really want me to mark you?” Draco said after a while.

Hermione nodded. “I don’t know why. Is it a vampire thing?”

“Maybe,” he said softly. “Then again, maybe it’s just you wanting to prove that you have someone.”

“What?” she snapped.

He chuckled. “Calm down. I want it too. I want the entire world to know that you are mine and I have the right to rip anyone who looks at you wrong to shreds. When this war is over, I’m going to do just that. Fuck, I’d have my name branded on you if you’d let me.”

Hermione snorted. “Why don’t you just hike your leg and piss on me?”

“Well, for starters, I don’t piss anymore.”

She smacked him playfully. “Really, you want to brand me?”

“I just want everyone to know what an amazing girl I have.”

She smiled and snuggled in to him, gasping when his cock slipped from her arse. She could feel every ache and she relished it, glad she could still feel him. He’d made good on his promise. She wouldn’t be walking correctly for a few hours yet.

“You’re pretty great yourself,” she sighed and then groaned. “What am I going to tell Ron?”

“How about the truth? He already knows you’re getting laid.”

She buried her head in her hands. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He turned her in his lap and took her hands from her face. “You were thinking you were horny and you wanted to get to me.”

“Well, I suppose.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You suppose?”

“Ok, I know. But I can’t very well tell him that I was dying to get Draco Malfoy’s cock inside me again.”

Draco’s eyes glowed indigo for a second, a growl escaping his chest. “You’re playing with fire pet.”

Hermione’s stomach quivered again and she felt herself getting wet. Damn, she wanted him again. She smiled when she realized they had all day. They hadn’t had such an opportunity in a very long time and she was going to take advantage of it.

“Not so fast,” Draco growled, snatching her hand that was slowly making its way to his already hardening cock. “We have to solve your weasel problem… and then I’m going to fuck you against every surface in this room.”

She batted her eyes. “Promise?”

“You know it,” he hissed, bringing his hand around to the back of her head and kissing her hard. “Now, Weasel. Tell him you met up with your boyfriend.”

“But I don’t have one.”

“You do. You danced with him all night… sang too if I recall.”

“You want me to tell him I was with Derik?”

Draco nodded. “He’s Melody’s son. It won’t be too far-fetched for him to be in the castle and you know that Dumbledore will back up the story no matter what.”

“And his incessant questions?”

“I guess if he truly wants to know just how many ways you were folded and fucked, then you could tell him. But he might be envious. I’m quite the sex god.”

Hermione snorted and smacked him in the stomach. “And so very modest.”

“Admit it. You want me.”

“Of course I do you pompous arse.”

“You love me for it.”

She sighed. “You wouldn’t be you if your ego wasn’t the size of England.”

“Damn straight. Now… where were we?” He placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Something about a wall?”

“Right,” he hissed, lifting her up and running to the wall.

As he thrust back inside her tight heat, she knew that she was in for a very long day and she looked forward to every moment.

AN: Woops. Hermione's got some explaining to do. Well, now that we've gotten that out of our system, we can concentrate on taking Voldemort down so Draco can mark her for the world to see. YAY. Sorry this was late. My muse is still running amuck. Be sure to read my newest oneshot: See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil. It was sort of a warm up for this chapter. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. That's why I do this. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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