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Trussed	By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco stepped inside, shaking the snow from his boots. He took them off and set them studiously on the shoe rack. He removed his coat and scarf, and hung them up on the hook by the door.

When he turned towards the living area, he froze, jaw hanging open.

Hermione knelt in the middle of the floor, long curls flowing down her back, eyes downcast. She was wearing nothing but a silver collar and matching bracelets.

He swallowed hard, finally closing his mouth, and approached her slowly. When she raised her chocolate eyes to his, all he could see was raw desire in their depths.

“You kept them.” Draco’s voice was hoarse, and she nodded slowly, not verbally replying. She had been wearing the jewelry when she was rescued, and the healers at St. Mungo’s had been able to remove them. She had asked for them to be returned when she was discharged, and the healer she’d talked to had been surprisingly understanding.

She didn’t know if they still worked, or had been damaged in the removal, but it was more symbolic at this point. She didn’t know if he would be offended, angry, or excited. But she needed this. She hadn’t known at the time why she’d wanted them back, but now she was sure that it was for this moment.

Draco hesitantly approached her, and laid a hand on her head. Her eyes slid closed and she nuzzled against him, knees spreading against the hardwood. A breath hitched in his throat. He was sure he knew what she was asking for with this display.

He drew his wand. “Open your mouth.” He commanded, expecting to feel the dark guilt for falling into the role.

But this wasn’t the role of Loyal Death Eater. This was something else. Something that Hermione wanted him to be; needed him to be.

Her mouth opened, eyes still closed, and he could hear her panting slightly. He reached down, running a finger along her jawline, and she shivered at the touch, a small moan escaping her.

He was growing hard with excitement, but he had to be sure she wanted this. He knelt, and slid his fingers down her slit, the moisture there allowing him to easily push inside her.

This time they moaned together, and Hermione’s eyes fluttered open.

“You want me to dominate you, Miss Granger?” He asked, voice husky with desire. She whimpered her acceptance as he circled her clit. “Yes or no.” He commanded, and stopped touching her.

“Yes,” she whined, and the consent he needed made his body heat flare. He stood and wound a fist in her hair, jerking her head back to look at him.

“The safe word is ‘quidditch’,” he said, searching her eyes. “Do you understand?” She nodded and he tightened his fist, making her wince. “Yes or no.”

“Yes!” She squeaked, and he let go of her hair.

“Good,” he said, and unbuckled his pants. “I didn't tell you to close your mouth.”

She opened wide again, but her eyes closed, and he waved his wand, the bracelets snapping behind her. Her pussy clenched at the knowledge that they still worked.

“I didn't tell you to close your eyes, either. Look at me.” He lowered his pants as she gazed at him, taking his boxers with them. He removed his shirt and slowly folded every piece of clothing, stacking them neatly on the couch.

“Please…” she keened, and he turned sharply to her.

“Please, what?” Draco demanded, returning to stand before her in all his naked glory.

“Please let me suck your cock… sir.” Hermione breathed, and he nearly came at her words. Her eyes fluttered as he guided the head of his dick into her mouth.

“Eyes on me,” he barked, and then groaned as she stared up at him, taking his entire rock hard rod into her throat.

Her eyes were brimming with desire as she watched his face, unable to control his blissful expression as she gagged herself on him.

He rested a hand on her head but didn’t push, simply let her hair as she worked. He felt his groin tighten and pulled away from her. She gagged slightly as he withdrew.

“You're such a good girl,” he rasped, and walked behind her, dropping to his knees. She purred as he reached around and tweaked both of her nipples in his hands. She could feel his hard cock against her back, trailing her saliva along her skin.

One of his hands slid down her belly, and when his fingers touched her clit she leaned back against him. He reached up from her nipple and rested his hand on her throat, holding her against him possessively.

“How does that feel, Miss Granger?” His voice was husky in her ear, and she moaned as he sped up his pace on her sensitive bundle of nerves. He tightened his grip on her throat and she writhed against him. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“G-good…” she breathed, and he slipped two fingers inside of her, eliciting a cry of need.

“Just good?” He teased, nipping at her earlobe. He withdrew his fingers and held them up in front of her face. “I think this proves it’s better than good.”

The scent of herself on him made her clench her thighs together, and he let go of her throat to push down on her back. When she was face first down onto the floor he positioned himself at her entrance and waited.

Hermione whimpered with need, wiggling her ass. Draco brought a hand down on one cheek, and felt her cunt clench against the head of his cock. He groaned and she realized that he was just as helpless as she was.

The understanding that in this game they were equal players washed over her like a tidal wave. The trust they were putting in each other made her head spin, and she felt as if her magic was coiling with his in a tight rope that would never unravel.

He started to push into her and all thoughts fled at the feel of him stretching her, filling her. He moved at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“Good girl,” he cooed when he was buried to the hilt. She tried to push against him but he smacked her again, and smirked when she tightened around him with a whimper.

He reached down and slid two fingers into her mouth, and she flushed at the taste of herself on them.

“Get them nice and wet, Miss Granger.” He commanded, and she tried not to thrust back against him at the tone of his voice. He withdrew from her mouth and she felt drunk on him.

Hermione tensed when she felt those two fingers probing at her ass, circling the ring of muscle firmly. Draco gripped her hip as he pushed them in, reveling at the tightness of her. She let out a long guttural cry at the sensation of being so utterly filled, and then he started to pump his cock against her and her world exploded.

She came hard, euphoria shooting up her spine as he pounded her, fingers still deep in her ass. He leaned down and gripped her hair with his free hand, slamming deep. As her orgasm subsided she screamed with pleasure at the assault on her.

“That’s it,” he panted, speeding up, “take it.” His voice was still tough but breathy with his own pleasure, and she felt another orgasm building in her belly. He let go of her hair and straightened up, circling his hand around her to rub her swollen clit.

Her screams were unintelligible at the stimulation of so many nerve endings. He quickened his pace, nearing the edge himself, and when he felt her entire body tense, he bent over her, groaning his release as they rode the hurricane of pleasure together.

Once spent, Draco collapsed to the floor, bringing Hermione down sideways with him. He wandlessly released the bracelets, and she immediately turned to wrap her arms around him. She nuzzled into his neck, laughing against his skin.

He let out a chuckle and kissed the top of her head, unable to move much more in the aftershocks.

“What’s funny?” He murmured, all traces of his commanding role vanished.

She pulled back and rested her head on his arm, raising her chocolate eyes to his. “That was amazing,” she said, voice hoarse from all the screaming.

He smiled, a genuine smile as opposed to his signature smirk. Her heart swelled and she realized that the feeling of their magic coiled together had not subsided. In that moment, he felt it too, and his silver eyes were molten as he gazed at her.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that communicated what their voices could not. And for the first time in a long time, Hermione felt that everything was going to be okay.
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