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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 to my awesome co-writer, LissaDream and our amazing BETA, RaynePhoenix2
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Wednesday Evening continued…
Hermione smirked back at Draco, daring him to say anything
The three began to eat and after a moment, Theo broke the silence. "Kitten, this is delicious."
Draco was quick to add his compliments as well.
"Thank you. I'm glad you both like it." Hermione picked up her wine glass and took a very large swallow and then proceeded to take a second all while determinedly ignoring Draco. After putting the now empty glass down, she refilled it.
Theo and Draco began conversing about some mutual friends and Draco talked about some new business deals he was pursuing. Hermione continued drinking more than she knew she should and eating very little. If Draco hadn't demanded she limit her wine intake, she probably would have stopped after one glass, but obeying him would set a bad precedent.
Every now and then she would catch Draco looking at her plate or her glass. Despite her rebellion, she couldn't deny the light thrum of excitement she was feeling, and the truth was, she was enjoying their little game. She was almost half way though her second glass when she began to feel the effects of the alcohol.
Draco smiled at her. "Hermione, you've made such a wonderful meal. Aren't you hungry?"
"You know, oddly enough, I seem to have lost my appetite," she responded with no small hint of defiance in her tone.
Theo looked up from his plate. "Are you feeling ok?"
Hermione gave her husband a reassuring glance, "Actually, I feel good. I'm just not hungry." She took another large swallow of wine.
Theo reached over and picked up her plate, dumping what she hadn't consumed onto his own. She watched him scoop forkful after forkful into his mouth and couldn't stop herself from remembering when Theo cared if she ate or not. Now, it didn't even phase him. She felt herself starting to get a little upset. Why does this bother me so much? It was an unnecessary question. She knew the answer. It was what his change in behavior represented more than the behavior itself. The simple truth was he didn't care enough anymore to be bothered. It must have been exhausting to be so focused on her all the time all those years ago. And it wasn't like she made it easy for him. She gave him plenty grief for his efforts. But it didn't change what she believed in her heart of hearts. He may love you, but not like he used to.
Hermione realized she was likely being irrational, but it didn't mean she wasn't correct. Or, at least, partially correct. She picked up her glass and took another large sip. When she felt the blond to her right staring, she chanced a glance at him; Draco's look said it all. She was in trouble. Well, not really. She wasn't actually his submissive, after all, but if she were, she would be in for a scolding and perhaps...a spanking. A slight heat tinged her cheeks as she imagined it. She had to admit he was strikingly handsome and she found herself wondering what it would be like to submit to him…to be spanked by him. What would sex be like with him. She rolled her eyes as she took another swallow and chastised her wayward thoughts. Stop it, Hermione!
Despite her determination to think about something else, she started to find humor in the irony of the situation. Draco was looking at her and behaving like she wished her husband would. There was no justice in this world.
"Kitten, do we have any ice cream?"
Hermione was pulled out of her internal musings by Theo's question. She thought for a minute and realized that not only did they not have ice cream, but they didn't have any dessert at all.
"I'm sorry, no. We're out and I completely forgot to get some at the store."
Theo shrugged like it was no concern. "How about I get us some. I'll just dash out and grab some Vanilla."
Typical, Hermione thought, Vanilla is exactly what I don't want. Hermione sensed the danger in this proposal and found herself sobering quickly. "Oh Theo, I couldn't eat another bite. Aren't you full? Also, we don't have any sauce."
"I'm full, but I just want a little something sweet. How about you, Draco?"
Draco smiled at Theo. "Ice cream sounds great." He then turned and gave Hermione a devilish grin.
Hermione's heart started to race. Fuck! "Draco, why don't you go with Theo?"
Theo waved off the suggestion. "Nonsense. I'll be right back. Draco stay here and keep my lovely wife company."
Draco was speaking to Theo but was looking at Hermione with a very satisfied expression when he replied in an innocent tone, "I'll take good care of her while you're gone."
"I'll be back in no time." With that, Theo stood and grabbed his robes before he walked out the front door.
Hermione stared at the table, refusing to look at the blond next to her. She could feel his eyes on her and after a moment of silence she couldn't resist glancing at him. The intensity of his stare caused a warmth to creep up her skin. She hated her body for its betrayal.
He stood up, looking down at her and spoke as though she was his to reprimand. "You realize you are begging for me to punish you. Your behavior tonight was unacceptable, and you behaved that way in full knowledge of what it would lead to. It begs to reason you want to be punished."
Hermione didn't move. She stared straight ahead, as though she were ignoring him, and chose not to grant him a response. Was he right? No. She would not let him intimidate her. Unable to resist the pull, she glared up at him with every bit as much ferocity as he inflicted on her. She responded defiantly, "You continue to be under the delusion that I'm going to submit to you, Malfoy."
Without a second's hesitation, Draco reached down and grabbed her arm to pull her to her feet. "And you continue to be under the delusion you won't." He was close enough that he could kiss her. His gaze flickered from her mouth to her eyes. "We don't have much time, so here's what's going to happen. You're going to come to my office tomorrow morning at nine sharp and you are going to ask me to punish you."
Hermione pulled away from his bruising fingers and took a step away. "What makes you think I'm going to do any of that?"
Grasping her arm again, he pulled her even closer than before. His hands dug into her upper arms as they stood practically nose to nose. "Because you are begging for it, Granger. And because if you don't, I'm going to walk away from you. I won't put up with this behavior. You know you want this, you just don't want to admit it. But this is it, pet. This offer goes away at 9:05 tomorrow."
Hermione was speechless. Her mind was reeling and she began to feel a little nauseated. She suddenly realized how drunk she really was. She looked up at him and the fire in his eyes made her knees weak. There was no point in denying it – he was right. She did want this. Badly. She realized she was going to do it. She was going to submit to Draco Malfoy. She hated herself for her weakness and hated him for being right.
She didn't say anything, but Draco clearly knew what she was thinking. He reached his hand up and tenderly stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. He gave her a small smile and spoke softly, all traces of impatience gone. "It's going to be so good, pet. I'm going to take such good care of you. You know that, don't you?"
Hermione just stared into his eyes and didn't say anything.
He dropped his hand and stepped back. In a stern and no-nonsense tone of voice he commanded, "No more alcohol tonight. You're going to drink a large glass of water and finish it before Theo finishes his ice cream. Tomorrow morning you will eat breakfast and then you will come to me. You will accept your punishment and you will stop this denial." He paused and then added, "In return, I'm going to make you a very happy witch."
Draco stepped further away at the sound of the front door opening. Hermione grabbed the plates off the table with shaking hands and started to walk into the kitchen as Theo entered the dining room.
"That was quick," Draco said.
Theo shrugged as he pulled the ice cream out of the bag. "There was no line. I hope you like mint chocolate chip."
Hermione walked back in carrying two bowls with spoons and the ice cream scooper. She smiled at Theo and set the bowls in front of the wizards. She then walked back into the kitchen. When she came back out, she had a large glass of ice water in her hand.
Thursday Morning
Hermione didn't sleep well. Finally, at five-thirty, she decided to stop fighting it and just get up. She took a long shower and then put on her blue dress and a black cardigan sweater with black heels. She decided on yogurt and fruit for breakfast as she couldn't stomach anything heavy given what she was about to do. Theo came into the kitchen at seven and ate some oatmeal. At eight-fifteen she left for work after kissing her husband on the cheek.
She went to her office and grabbed her notes about Moxie's complaint. She really did need to talk to Draco about it. Perhaps if her sanity returned before making what she knew would be the biggest mistake of her life, she could at least discuss Moxie's grievance with the blond. She could leave his office with her integrity intact, her marriage still on solid ground and hopefully much needed answers for her client. Stepping outside, she walked down the block to calm her nerves before slipping into an alley and Apparating to Malfoy Enterprises.
Steeling her nerves, she entered the main doors and approached the elevator with friendly greetings to those she passed. A group of ten or eleven had congregated waiting for the lift. When it arrived, it was a tight fit, but all were able to enter. She could feel adrenaline coursing through her as the lift seemed to stop at each floor to let off a passenger. She was finally alone after the seventh floor and when the doors closed she felt a crush of anxiety. What are you doing, Hermione?
When the lift dinged her arrival and the doors opened, she stepped through them and walked the long narrow hall. An attractive blonde was sitting behind a desk as Hermione approached his office. The blonde smiled at her. "Mrs. Nott, please go right in. He's expecting you."
Hermione walked to his door and turned the handle. She paused for a beat and then entered. The second she saw him, her breath hitched. He was standing in front of his desk, his posture straight and tall and his grey eyes intense and focused on her. His hair was damp, which for some reason she found incredibly sexy. His eyes lazily scanned her from head to toe and back up again. She swallowed, frozen and unable to speak; the enormity of the situation crashing down on her. She knew she wanted this, there was no more denying it, but that didn't mean she could actually go through with it. She started to sweat and feel lightheaded and then the room went fuzzy. Suddenly strong arms were around her, holding her up and guiding her to the sofa.
"It's ok, pet. Breathe in and out. Just breathe." He sat down next to her, rubbing her back tenderly.
After a moment she began to feel normal. "I'm...I'm sorry, Draco. I shouldn't have come."
He stood up and walked to the bar and poured her a glass of water. Handing it to her, he spoke softly. "Drink this. Drink all of it."
Hermione looked up into his grey eyes, taking the glass. Her gaze stayed on his as she drank. "Drink all of it," he demanded as he watched her. He took the empty glass from her when she finished. "Better?"
She nodded. "Yes, much." She smiled softly. "Thank you." He put the empty glass on the bar and then sat in a chair across from her. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned towards her. One hand on his chin rubbing under his lip, he simply watched her, as though contemplating something.
Hermione couldn't take the silence. "Draco, I.."
He interrupted her. "Granger, I know what you're going to say." He paused. "I know this is hard for you and I know you're trying to talk yourself out of making what you probably think is a big mistake. But don't you deserve to be happy? You're always so busy taking care of others, but you need to take care of yourself as well. You have needs that you are denying. I can help you with that. I want to help you. You just need to let me." He leaned back in the chair. "I know you want this. You wouldn't have walked in my door this morning if you didn't."
"I'm not denying I want this, Draco. I just...I can't do this to Theo."
"Theo is only going to find out if you tell him or if you give it away."
"Draco, its adultery. It's betrayal!" She leaned back and shook her head. "Don't you feel guilty? Don't you feel like you are stabbing your best friend in the back? Do you not care about him?"
Draco looked almost stunned for a moment. "Of course, I care about him and it would be unfortunate if Theo found out about any of this and was hurt. I would hate that. I don't want to hurt him. But, I want you. I've wanted you since third year when you punched me." His eyes traveled down her neck and back up to her eyes. His irises seemed to darken right before her. He stood and paced for a moment before looking down at her and speaking concisely and without hesitation. "I've wanted to control you, discipline you, spank you, fuck you, tease you, make you cry, make you smile, make you laugh, make you beg for ..." He closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath. He opened his eyes. "Well, there it is. I've told you what I want. The question is, what do you want, pet? You want the boring marriage in the boring suburbs, with the boring sex life? Or, do you want more?"
"You say you want all those things, and you've wanted them for so long... How come you never said anything before now? How come you didn't ask me out before I ever married Theo?"
Draco shrugged dismissively. "I was promised to Astoria before I was ten. I didn't have a choice. You were a Muggle-born and my father was Lucius Malfoy. I had no hope. I also had no idea you had a submissive bone in your body...not until Theo told me when you started sleeping with him. We both tended toward a Dominant role in our relationships. He was so happy, and I was so bloody jealous. Here I was married to a fragile little bird who I couldn't possibly Dominate, at least not the way I wanted to. And there you were...Hermione Granger...brilliant, brave, skilled with a wand, powerful...and fucking submissive." He paused. "I tried with Astoria...she was so meek and shy and frail...I thought she might make a good submissive, but it was a lost cause. She just didn't understand the dynamic." His voice became regretful. "She drew no enjoyment out of it. All I managed to do was confuse her and make her more insecure than she already was."
Hermione considered his words for a moment. "You were always so attentive to her...you doted on her. I never saw a hint of Dominance in your behavior towards her."
Draco didn't say anything. He just watched Hermione with a slight agitation in his countenance. Hermione could tell he was on edge and probably expected her to run out the door any minute.
"Draco, even if I submit to you, I'll never leave my husband. I love him. This...whatever we would be doing, it can't interfere with my marriage. I won't hurt Theo."
"I don't want to be married, Granger. Not to you, not to anyone. But I'm a red-blooded male – a Dominant male – and I've been denied long enough. If it's not you, it will be another...but make no mistake. You're the one I want. I won't have to worry about you wanting...more. You already have a husband. A husband you want to keep. That fits very nicely with what I want."
"You won't get jealous? We have sex on Saturday nights. I'll still be sleeping with my husband."
Draco's eyes got large. "It's worse than I thought! You have a designated night for sex?" He started to laugh. "Oh, Theo... dude!"
Hermione couldn't help but become defensive of Theo and her marriage. It was one thing for her to make derogatory comments, but quite another for someone else.
"Well, it's not only Saturdays. Yesterday for instance. I visited Theo at work. Took him quite by surprise, I might add."
Draco grinned. "You went to see him after you left me, didn't you?" He looked at her, knowingly. "You were angry but you were aroused...Tell me, what was Theo's reaction? Was he pleased to see you? Did he give you what you wanted?"
Hermione swallowed. "He did what I told him to."
"So, you got all hot and bothered by me and rushed to Theo where you had to tell him what to do?...Oh, pet. That's just so... unnecessary. You could have just stayed right here and you would have been more than satisfied when you left."
Her pulse was starting to quicken. He was looking at her that way. Intense, sexy, powerful, and knowing. She could feel the blush on her cheeks. She looked away. His gaze was too much and she could feel her resolve slipping.
"Look at me, Granger. Stop thinking." He crouched before her and tilted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "It's time you stop denying yourself. It's time you stop denying me."
Hermione didn't try to look away. He was right, and it was time. She let out a slow breath. "Ok, Malfoy. You win."
A soft smile turned into a wide grin. "No, pet. We both win." He leaned toward her and kissed her forehead before standing and towering over her, once again. "Stand up," he demanded.
Hermione stood, her eyes not moving away from his.
He waited a moment and when she didn't speak, he cocked an eyebrow as he asked, "I believe there is something you want to ask me?"
Hermione swallowed. "Please...punish me. Please punish me for my behavior last night."
"Oh, pet. I thought you'd never ask."
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