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Atonement	By : emilywaters Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22665 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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1Seven

A few weeks later, she finally took him to bed. He hadn't counted on that.

He assumed that he would forever remain nothing more than a stray pet, crawling on his hands and knees, and only grudgingly allowed on the furniture. When she led him to her bed, he felt as if he had entered another universe. He stood before her, naked and cold, his arousal and anxiety melded together into a tightly wound knot.

�On your back,� she ordered. �Spread your legs, place your hands against the headboard.�

He looked at her with a slightly sad smile.

Anything for you. I love you.

He did not say it out loud this time. Words had a habit of ruining everything. He did not want that.

He obeyed her wordlessly, assuming the position that exposed him in a horrifyingly vulnerable manner. A moment and a single spell later, his wrists were chained to the headboard, and his ankles to the footboard of the bead, immobilizing him completely and fully.

�Lift your head,� she ordered. He obeyed again, and a small strip of dark fabric covered his eyes, with a knot being tied at the back of his head. She placed a gag on top of his mouth and strapped it down as well. He bit into it and breathed out through the nose, his anxiety continuing to mount every second. With his sight taken away, his other senses grew sharper. He could smell her nearby. He could hear the rustling of her clothes and the faint sound they made when they hit the floor. He could sense her movement, and he could almost, but not quite, guess her position.

What he could not guess was her intentions.

Her cool fingers grasped his left nipple and pinched it gently, and he moaned into the gag and struggled in his bonds. His cock, already erect and throbbing was threatening to erupt at a single touch. He hissed against the rubber bit in his mouth when her palm slapped his cock sharply.

�You like this, hmm?� she teased coolly.

He nodded deliriously. Like this? He was nearly losing his mind, but he could not think of a better way to go insane.

He felt the hot wetness of her sex against his abdomen, sliding down, lower and lower, until it rubbed against his cock, covering it in moisture. He groaned loudly, the gag muffling his exclamations. He struggled furiously, tugging against the bonds, attempting to press himself closer and closer to her, but without success. Slowly and deliberately, her cunt slid up and down along his cock, each movement nearly driving him to the brink of orgasm, and then releasing him back into the sea of unfulfilled frustration.

His mind was swimming, reeling. He was bound, immobilized, incapacitated...

He was free.

Stars, he was so free, as he had never been in his entire life.

Wasn't this the true freedom he had been seeking? He had been granted it, finally. Bound, gagged, pinned down, he could do anything at all, and none of it would matter. He could struggle as much as he wanted to, he could scream, he could beg, he could curse her, he could tell her he loved her, and none of his actions would have any consequences.

He was barely aware of it when she finally grasped his cock and guided him inside her, the wet tightness gripping his member. As much as the restraints allowed him, he began to thrust, biting down on his lip, trying to hold himself off as much as possible. Her fingernails scratched his chest, and brushed against his erect nipples, causing him to sob mindlessly, as he was pushed over the edge and came inside her. He came, and came, and came, until he was certain that there was nothing left of him. He did not know if she came, he hoped she did as he lay on his back, immobilized, drenched in his own sweat.

She removed his gag and blindfold. He blinked and shut his eyes, as even the dim light was too much to bear. He was aching all over, from his cock to his eyelids. He was faintly aware of her unchaining his wrists and ankles. He braced himself for the usual familiar words, and wondered how on earth he could find the strength to crawl, let alone get dressed and walk out of her house.

To his surprise, she did not order him to leave. Quickly and unceremoniously, she turned him to lie on his side and rechained him, into a more comfortable position.

She slipped a pillow under his head, and a moment later, a thin blanket covered him. He heard her shift in the bed, and it inclined slightly as she stretched out next to him.

�Good night,� she said calmly, before dimming the light.

�Let me stay.�

The words fell of his lips of their own accord. She sat up on the bed, and looked at him strangely, her eyes scrutinizing his face.

�In what capacity?� she asked coolly.

�Anything you want,� he said, trying to make the words come out as flippant as possible. He probably failed, because she gave him a very odd look.

Anything. He meant it.

�To scrub the floors naked?� she queried, her lips forming a small, and almost amused smile.

�Yes.�

�To be whipped and left on the kitchen floor?�

�Yes.�

�To sleep chained up, in a cage, put away whenever I don't need you?�

�Yes.�

�To lick my cunt whenever I tell you?�

�That too,� he said hoarsely, as his cock twitched involuntarily.

�To suck Ron's cock when I don't feel like it?� she asked, staring at him intently.

�That's pushing it,� Draco muttered, �but yes, I'd do it.�

�For how long?�

�Until he is so old he can't get it up anymore,� Draco said with a nasty grin.

Her eyes continued to stare at him intently, until she finally asked,

�Why?�

�Because I love you.�

�Do you?� she challenged him.

He nodded slowly, afraid to lift his eyes. For some reason, he suddenly thought he had no right to use the word. What did he know of love anyway? Pansy petting his hair, a brief shag with a random Ravenclaw, a string of one night stands, and a marriage of convenience to Daphne.... Love? It seemed unreal, except.. it wasn't. This was the most real thing he had ever felt.

�I don't know how to explain this,� Draco said quietly. �But you are always on my mind. When I walk to work, when I walk home, when I go to bed, I think of you. Sometimes I feel like if I only stretch out my hand, I can touch you. When Saturdays come, everything changes. I become someone else. For you. When I come here, it's like I cross some sort of boundary, and enter a new world... where anything can happen, but nothing will happen that you don't want.� His voice shook slightly, as he finished speaking, sitting naked in front of her, feeling small and exposed.

He glanced up at her anxiously, uncertain of what he would find. She stared back at him, but there was no triumph or satisfaction in her gaze. There was only concern, and she lifted her hand to stroke his cheek.

�You want to run away,� she said quietly, and her hand lingered on her face. �To hide.�

�Yes,� he whispered, leaning into her touch. �Forever.�

�It's understandable,� she mused. �Your life didn't turn out the way you had hoped.�

He nodded, shivering slightly under her piercing gaze. �It's my own fault, I know,� he said uncomfortably.

�That's not true, and even if it were, that's not the point,� she denied softly. �I can't be your hiding place. Nobody can. You can't hide from your own life, Draco.�

�Why not?� he protested with stubborn desperation.

�Because life has a way of catching up with you, one way or another,� Hermione said reasonably. �And speaking of life, I've got my own. This can only be a small part of it for me. As I've told you, I can't give you everything you need.�

He nodded slowly, absorbing her words. �Until next Saturday then?� he asked, suddenly terrified that the answer might be no this time.

�Until then,� she agreed, closing her eyes.

Relief flooded him, and he issued a long breath. �For how long?� he managed to ask tightly.

Her eyes still shut, she smiled. �Until you are so old that you can't get it up anymore. And maybe for a few years after that.�

�I...� he stammered, uncertain what to say, how to thank her, how to confess that he was hers, how to tell her he would give her everything she wanted from him, and ask for no more than what she could give.

She moved swiftly, and took his face in her hands. Her mouth moved in, and their lips touched, and then, Draco parted his to admit her. Her tongue caressed his, and moved in deeper, mapping out his mouth, claiming it and marking it, establishing her presence there.

When she pushed him away, he fell on his back and smiled blissfully.

�Get dressed. Get out,� she said.

�Fine,� he said, and rolled to his side to search for his clothes on the floor.

Her words had no usual sting this time. He could hear something like love in her voice.

The End...

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