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Restless	By : tsorg Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 44263 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Many thanks to my beta margaritama! She rocks!

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Hermione woke up early the next day, feeling so much better. In fact, she hadn�t felt quite this good for the last month. She knew in part it was due to her candid conversation with Harry the night before as well as finally getting a decent night�s sleep. But mostly, she knew she finally had the inkling of a plan where Draco Malfoy was concerned.

She knew part of her delay in speaking to him was because of his final words of, �I�m disappointed in you.� Those words cut her more deeply than anything else he could have possibly had said to her. �I�m disappointed in you.� It didn�t help that she kept re-playing the words over and over in her mind so much so that she felt as if the words had seeped into her heart slowly adding to the hurt.

She had worked so hard most of her life to avoid being precisely that, a disappointment. Those four little words had left her bereft. Moreover, to add heartache to misery, his distance from her over the last month left her feeling has if she had been exiled. She had lain awake at nights recalling that amazing evening they had spent in his bed. It obviously meant more to her than to him.
Rolling onto her side, she smiled slightly as she thought about his haughtiness, possessiveness, asinine superiority and deliciously wicked sense of humor all wrapped up in that angelic package. He was perfect for her in every way. He was dominating, strong and assertive: there would be no fizzle of any sparks were she to give in to him.

Merlin, she wanted him.
Hermione sat up. She straightened her back and shoulders, she was a Gryffindor for Goddess sake, it was time she began acting like it. Her eyes narrowed in determination. Pug-face Parkinson and the rest of the female population be damned � Draco Malfoy was hers and he would bloody well understand that fact after she was done with him. Lord and master indeed. She had been going about this completely the wrong way.

She walked over to her desk, pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill then sat down and began to plan, she needed to do a bit of research then she intended to get a little advice from one Ginny Weasley.

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Draco was nearly at the end of his rope.
He had been angry with her for a while until he began to plan how their t�te-�-t�te would unfold. He then became predatorily anticipatory. The scenario he planned in his head was perfect. As he fully expected, she would come and apologize to him. He would listen stoically, ensure her apology was heartfelt, and then they would have a serious little discussion centered on the consequences of that temper of hers. Rules and expectations would be discussed and laid out.
He mused to himself; it would probably take her several days or at most a week to mull things over before she came to her senses. Draco would not make it easy for her, he was the wronged party and he wanted to enhance the flavor of all that sexual tension that played so heavily between them. It would make her submission to him all the more sweet. He would have her under him, begging for mercy and screaming his name.

The wait, however, had turned into a fucking month with no end in sight!
He was incensed, frustrated and completely irritated with her. She was the most infuriating, headstrong, stubborn little witch. When they finally did have their heart-to-heart and there was no room for doubt they would, he also intended to discuss her obstinacy. Damn her.

It made him ache to treat her so cruelly, he could obviously see she was miserable, but he wouldn�t budge. Lessons were often difficult.

She wasn�t eating; he watched her push food around on her plate at meal times. She certainly wasn't sleeping; she had dark circles under her eyes. The sparkling, dynamic, and vibrant essence that was Hermione Granger appeared to have been leeched clean out of her.
How dare she not take care of herself!

FUCK, SHE PISSED HIM OFF TO NO END!

The longer she held out on seeking him out, the angrier he became. He found himself purposefully avoiding her now. There had been too many times over the last month that he wanted to give her a good shake, strangle her or just throw her down on the nearest hard surface, tie her up and fuck her into submission.

Instead, he continued to bide his time, planning out exactly the consequences of her actions. Oh, she would be sorry � very, deliciously sorry!

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Hermione walked into the school owlery being mindful of where she stepped.
She looked up into the rafters in search of a familiar eagle owl. There he was preening himself arrogantly, not unlike his owner. Hermione smirked to herself and shook her head. She called up to the owl waving a rolled parchment. �Breri . . . down here.� It looked down at her and continued its preening. Honestly, this bird was too haughty, of course leave it Malfoy to name it after an Arthurian messenger, it probably thought of itself as royalty.

�Damn bird,� Hermione huffed. �Breri, get down here this instant, you conceited thing! This is for Draco Malfoy.�
The owl looked down at her again, disdainfully, if that was even remotely possible for a bird to do, and then glided down to the window nearest her. It looked her up and down as if assessing her and had found her lacking.

Hermione grit her teeth and edged closer to the beautiful bird, all the while uttering a silent mantra, �Please don�t let it bite me, please don�t let it bite me.�
As she moved closer, it thrust its leg out towards her. Quickly, she tied the parchment and told the owl she wanted it delivered tomorrow at breakfast. It ruffled its feathers at her and flew back up to its previous perch. It then evacuated itself, the droppings precariously close to her shoe. It looked down at her once more then turned its back on her.
She hoped this was not a precursor to her upcoming conversation with Draco.

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Light from the windows streamed into the Great Hall.
Another day at Hogwarts had begun. Students were walking in towards their tables; others were sitting and laughing, chatting and catching up from prior day�s events.
Hermione sat nervously at the Gryffindor table; she had purposefully chosen her seat so she would be facing him. She waited in anticipation.

Owls flew in to deliver the morning post. Draco was caught off-guard when his eagle owl landed gracefully in front of him. It swiveled its head and looked right at Hermione as if knowing this post was especially significant to her. She squirmed in her seat and held her breath.
Draco unrolled the parchment and read it. He rolled it back up and then placed it in his shirt pocket. He looked at his owl, fed it a portion of his sausage, wiped his hands slowly then stood up.

Hermione�s heart dropped.

�Oh, no!� She thought he was going to ignore her request to meet him. Her breath hitched in her throat and her heart started to tumble. She looked down at her plate and blinked back tears. She needed to get out of there before she made an even larger fool of herself.
Ginny nudged her and whispered, �Someone is looking at you.�
Hermione lifted her eyes to see Draco looking right at her. Butterflies began fluttering in her belly. He raised his eyebrow sardonically, smirked at her and mouthed, �Tonight.�

She smiled nodded affirmatively back. Then leaned over to Ginny and whispered, �I need some fashion advice and you are just the girl to help me.�

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After her last class she made her way to the Heads Common Room, she wanted to ensure she had everything in place and ready to go before Draco came back from Quidditch practice. She went across the room and lit the fireplace; she wanted the room nice and toasty. With another look at the clock on the mantle she made her way to her bedroom to begin getting dressed.

Draco walked into the HCR, his Quidditch gear in tow, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. His eyes widened in surprise. Candlelight and the roaring fire dancing in the fireplace illuminated the room. �Granger?� He called out. He set his Quidditch bag on the floor next to the staircase and as he stood up, he looked up to the top of the staircase and saw her draped in a shiny black satin shantung dress that hugged her breasts and flaired out at her waist. Her glorious golden brown curls tumbled down over her shoulders and back. Her lips painted a glossy deep red hue.

Draco�s mouth literally dropped open as he stared up at her.

Hermione swallowed the urge to giggle and instead smirked down at him. This was precisely the response she�d been hoping for. She began to slowly descend the stairs, showing off a very bare length of leg and shoes Ginny deemed as necessary to complete the outfit. Hermione had spent a good hour learning how to walk in the five-inch platform stiletto sandals for fear of falling down these stairs.

Draco found himself completely speechless. She was so, well so feminine and so fucking sexy. He had definitely known that she was feminine, curvy and lovely but she always ran around in her too large school uniform. She had never shown so much skin. Lovely, white, creamy skin that he needed to touch and taste. He wanted to slide his hands up her calves and thighs. The need to taste her was overwhelming. As his eyes travelled up her body and finally locked with her eyes. The power she gave off behind a small little smirk she was giving him made his knees weaken.

She finally stepped down from the last stair and whispered, �I want to try a little experiment." She straightened, a pair of handcuffs dangling from her fingers.

His heart kicked into overdrive and his cock swelled at seeing the shiny steel restraints. Where the fuck had his moping little miss gone? In her place was this goddess.

She strut towards him, slapping his hand away as she got within reach of him. �No touching, Malfoy." She stepped around him quickly standing right behind him and grasped his right wrist. She quickly cuffed his wrist then pulled his other arm behind him and cuffed the other wrist, pulling on the handcuffs to ensure he was well bound. She ran a fingertip along his back over his shoulder then pressed her hand against his chest. She slowly pulled his wand from his robe pocket. �You won�t be needing this tonight, Malfoy.�

Her red-tipped fingernails grabbed his chin, and forced his gaze back to her face. �I think you should be naked for my pleasure, don�t you?�

Draco�s eyes widened and he whispered a soft, �Fuck me.�

�Not quite yet.� She smirked up at him. She stepped away from him and with a quick wave of her wand; a Banishing charm had him completely naked.

�Granger�� Draco growled.

�Tut, tut�� She admonished him, grasped his arm, and began to tug him towards the front of the fireplace.

She pushed on his broad shoulders and whispered, �Kneel.� She nudged his thighs apart with the toe of her stilettos and smiled as she watched his very generous cock bob upward.

She ran her hands along his smooth, square jaw then along the corded muscles of his shoulders. She let her hands slide down his chest to his nipples and gave each nipple a tiny little pinch.

A small gasp escaped his lips and he strained towards her.

�So eager.� She whispered. �I like it!�

She ran her thumb along his full bottom lip. Lightly, she scraped her nail down his chin and chest, leaving a delicious pink line against his tight flesh. She leaned forward and said softly, �Your safe word is cherry.�

Draco�s head snapped up, �What do you know about safe words, Granger?�

She gave him a wry little smile, �I did a little research.�

He couldn�t help it, he laughed, �Have I ever told you how much I appreciate the bookworm in you?�

She stood back and looked down at him, �I thought my bookworm side annoyed you?�

�Not anymore.� His eyes glinted silver.

�So good to know.� She smirked down at him and walked around him. She ran her hand down the line of his back and he shivered slightly. She moved to his side and gently cupped him, sliding her hand along his smooth, thick cock and began to stroke him slowly.

Draco gritted out, �Oh goddess, Granger.�

She continued to stroke him until pearly drops began to weep from the plumy tip. She then dropped her hand and stepped away from him.

�Hermione, Wha�..?

�We need to come to an understanding, Malfoy.� She sat down in a burgundy velvet wingback chair positioned directly in front of him.

�If you plan to be my lord and master then I am your lady and mistress, no more letting anymore of these girls, specifically Pansy Parkinson drape themselves all over you. You are mine and mine alone.� She admonished him. She let herself lean back in the chair, opened her thighs and began pulling up the loose skirt of her dress. She watched Draco�s eyes darken as she revealed more and more of her flesh.

�Do we understand one another Draco?� Hermione gave Draco a very pointed look.

Draco pulled his eyes from the sweet slick flesh, looked into her eyes, and said in a very serious tone of voice, �We absolutely understand one another, mistress.�

Hermione smiled, �Good boy, come over here and show me that talented tongue of yours.� She sat back and slid her fingers along the inside of her thighs.

Draco moved as close to her as he could get and pressed his lips against her very wet cunt. Those lips sent liquid desire pooling in her aching center.

Goddess, he was so beautiful bent over like this. The firelight casting his skin in a golden hue. She wound one hand into his hair and lifted her legs over his shoulders, inviting him to plunge his tongue in more deeply. His tongue and mouth were pure magic on her swollen flesh. His tongue worked that hard little nubbin, sucking and biting until Hermione writhed underneath his mouth.

He moved his mouth away and said in a low, husky voice, �Hermione, release my hands, please.�

A small quick wave had his hands free and he slid his fingers deep inside of her and lapped his tongue against her swollen clit. Her hips surged to meet his mouth; his large fingers stretched her deliciously, moving in time to the strokes of his tongue across her clit. She fisted both hands in his hair, pulling hard as she ground herself against his face. Her orgasm ripped through her, her body shook with the force of it. Draco speared her with his tongue, reaching deep within her to drink and catch every drop of her desire.

Draco's mouth sang with the taste of her. He sat back on his heels and grasped the outside of her thighs, placing small kisses against her inner thighs.

She looked down at him as he looked up at her. �That was bloody amazing, Princess, but there is still the small matter of what you need to do so I forgive you.� His smile a little wicked.

�Oh that�.� She gave him a small lopsided smile.

�Oh yeah, that.� He stood, pulling her up with him. �How about we lose the dress but you keep on the shoes.� He scooped her up then walked up the stairs into his bedroom.

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Hermione�s dress:

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Hermione�s shoes:

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