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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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"You've been a very bad witch, Miss Granger."
Hermione's stomach was doing flips. The way he was looking at her, it was pure heat. Her arousal was sprinkled with dashes of trepidation as his hand released her ankle, while his expression made it quite clear she was not to squirm away from him.
He took off his jacket and started to undo his tie with as he looked at her. Hermione swallowed. "By bad...do you mean…"
He didn't allow her to finish. "You've been talking to Rita Skeeter. Putting ideas in that ridiculous witch's head. Leading her to believe we've been breaking discrimination laws." He threw his tie on the chair beside the bed and slowly started to remove the serpent cuff links from his shirt sleeves.
Hermione shook her head, adamantly. "No, no... I merely.."
He paused and raised his brows. "You deny you talked to Rita?" He asked as he began to unbutton his shirt.
Hermione bit her lip, contemplating her response. She responded cautiously. "Well, no… I told you I was meeting with her."
He ran his hands through his hair. An exasperated sigh escaped his mouth. "You are an infuriating witch, Granger. You always have been and it's clear you always will be."
Hermione's jaw fell and her eyes narrowed. "It's hardly fair for you to…" Draco waved his wand and suddenly there was silence. She was speaking, moving her mouth but there was no sound. Realizing what he had done, she began to sit up. Did he honestly think she would stand to handled in such a way?
Sensing she was about to go for her wand, he pounced. In a flash he was on her, straddling her, his stormy-grey glare freezing her resistance. Long manicured fingers wrapped around her small wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of her head. Unable to resist, she tried to wiggle out of his control. She thrashed her hips and twisted her forearms, fighting his hold only to find her ministrations proved fruitless and brought a wicked gleam to his eyes. Her breath hitched and her belly clamped with an intense pulse of arousal and it was obvious this was a game they both enjoyed.
His voice was deep and husky and ignited her desire like fire whisky poured over a flame. "It's time we establish some rules, Pet. When you are in my presence, acting as my submissive, you will not speak unless you are given permission. If I ask you a question you will answer, but you will not make a sound in any other circumstance. Understand?"
Her chest swelled with each breath from her exertions and after a moment she relented. She mouthed "yes" as her mind began reeling with thoughts of Rita and what she might have done or said to get Draco so riled up. Underneath that thought process was a continued visceral reaction to his physicality… as well as his words, the tone of his voice, and most importantly, his eyes. His eyes were fierce and impassioned, and they spoke volumes more than any words that spilled out his mouth.
Draco slid off the bed and released the spell, their eyes still locked onto each other. She could hear her own breathing again and contemplated the chin wag she'd like to give him for silencing her. She stopped herself however, deciding now was not the time to argue with him; not that she was capable at this particular moment anyway. She could barely maintain a coherent thought given how aroused she was.
Draco watched her closely. He could see the effect he was having on her. Her skin was flushed, and her fawn irises were darkened with desire. Her legs were squirming under her skirt and he was dying to delve between those succulent thighs. He had played this perfectly. It was true Rita Skeeter had paid him a visit just prior to him seeing Hermione, but he knew Rita's tactics and knew what she was capable of. He also knew the magnificent witch sprawled on his bed. Granger would want the meat of Rita's story to be about Hermione's precious goblin and the unfair world goblins and other magical creatures live in. Rita's digging for information about discrimination against witches, was not part of Hermione's plan. Therefore, he knew Rita was pursuing her own agenda. He was not as angry at Hermione as he was leading her to believe. But he wanted her on edge...nervous...anticipating what he would do next.
He was impressed that she held her tongue and didn't argue with him. She really did have the makings to be an exemplary submissive. He was very eager to see just how far he could push her and just how much control she would give him.
It was time he told her his expectations. He took a deep breath and stood taller, his gaze boring into her. "Stand beside the bed, Pet." He gestured to the spot next to where he was standing and watched as she slid off the bed and stood facing him. He reached up and traced her bottom lip with his thumb while taking a step closer so that he was standing inches from her, their noses almost touching. He didn't speak as he placed his hands on her hips. Their eyes remained locked as he slowly bunched up her sundress into his hands, moving the skirt up her legs. Once the fabric was gathered completely, he lifted the dress over her head, leaving her standing in her bra, panties and sandals. Without taking his attention off her, he tossed her dress onto the chair with his tie.
Grabbing a pillow off the bed, he took a step back and dropped it on the floor between them. "Slip off your sandals and kneel, Pet."
Hermione kicked off her shoes and gingerly dropped to her knees on the pillow.
Stepping further away, he contemplated her. She was physically perfect in his opinion. She was thin but not skinny. She had curves but wasn't fat. She had flawless, soft, pale skin that begged to be caressed. His trousers were suddenly very tight and, willing himself to maintain control, he closed his eyes and forced images into his head to temper his arousal.
After a moment, when his control was restored, he opened his eyes and spoke softly, but firmly. "When you are with me, as my submissive, the following rules apply;
"Firstly, as I mentioned, you will not speak unless asked a question or given permission." He slipped his shirt off, leaving him in a white undershirt and dress pants. Unbuckling his belt, he continued.
"Secondly, you will also do as I say, when I say it and you will do it without hesitation. If you hesitate, or disobey, you will be punished." He watched her closely after this direction, certain she would protest. A very small part of him wanted her to rebel. A fired-up Granger made for good fun, after all. That would never change.
He stepped close, towering over her and when it was clear she wasn't going to argue, he drove the point home. "In short, when we are alone, you... belong... to me." He gave her a small predatory grin as his eyes raked over her form and then back to her eyes. He pulled his t-shirt off. "I'm sure there will be more rules as we develop this...arrangement."
Hermione's insides quivered when he said 'arrangement.' He said it slowly and seductively and it sounded sinful coming out of his mouth. It held an unspoken promise that made her skin prickle with shivers of anticipation.
She watched him as he peered down at her with a savage glint in his eyes. He was beautiful and exuded pure masculinity. It wasn't that he was a perfectly chiseled Adonis, because he wasn't (although he was close), it was the confidence and power he exuded. It was intoxicating, and she found herself flustered as her mind spun with the words he was saying and what they meant, all while being distracted with thoughts of his body and what it could do to her. She was so ready for him to toss her on the bed and ravish her. As he took his belt off, memories of him spanking her in his office left her practically panting with need. She could feel warmth creep over her chest, neck and cheeks and moisture coat between her legs. If he didn't touch her soon she was going to combust.
Giving her a minute to absorb and process what he said, he watched with satisfaction as a beautiful blush washed over her skin. He asked her softly. "Do you have any questions so far?"
Hermione shook her head. She felt heavy with need and didn't want to talk. She just wanted to feel. His hands, his lips, his cock.
He slowly shook his head. "Now, now Pet. Is than an acceptable response? Try again."
What? Response? Oh yeah, he had asked a question. She swallowed and whispered, "No. I don't have any questions."
He sighed heavily. "Pet. I'll give you one more chance. Believe me, you're in enough trouble for sending Skeeter my way. Try again. Do you have any questions so far?"
"No, sir." Hermione said, barely above a whisper.
Draco smiled. "There...was that so hard?"
He stepped towards her, pulling his belt off. "Stand up," he whispered.
Her legs were stiff from kneeling and she welcomed the change in position. He slowly circled her until he was hovering behind her very close. He tilted his head down and brushed his nose from behind her ear, down her neck to her shoulder where he placed a tender kiss. He inhaled deeply, sending tingles down her spine. He whispered seductively, "Tell me, Pet... do you like being spanked?"
Instantly, she remembered his belt against her bum. It caused her breath to hitch and her knees to feel weak. "Yes." She choked in a whisper.
A hard slap came down instantly on her bottom. "Yes, what?" Draco demanded.
Hermione jumped from the shock of the slap, but quickly responded. "Yes, sir."
Draco grinned, relishing her obedience as he tenderly kissed her other shoulder.
"Are you hungry, pet?" He whispered.
Food? Who could think about food at a time like this? "No, sir."
He stepped back and said simply as he playfully slapped her bottom, "Well, I'm hungry. Fix me something to eat. I'm going to shower. When I come out of the shower, I'll expect dinner on the table and you kneeling beside it." Without looking back, he went into the en-suite, closing the door behind him.
Hermione watched as the door clicked shut, flabbergasted. What...the...hell?! Get her all worked up and then demand she prepare dinner? And kneel at the table? Screw that! What was going to be next? Her doing his laundry? Her heart began to pound with rage and not a small amount of disappointment. What was he playing at? She continued standing in the same spot, staring at the door, half expecting him to come back out laughing, telling her he was teasing and to get on the bed.
Suddenly the door did open. Unfortunately, Draco smirked as he peeked out at her. "You're running out of time, Granger. I take quick showers."
"Bastard," she mumbled to herself when she heard the water come on.
Her mind was racing. What to do? Then it hit her. She'd show him. Spotting her sundress, she slid it on. After all, he didn't tell her she couldn't dress. She stalked to his kitchen, muttering obscenities under her breath as she opened his cabinets and his fridge contemplating her next move. She pulled the bread out of the bread box and fixed him a peanut butter sandwich, surprised to have found a jar in his pantry. Personally, she was like most Brits and found the spread repulsive, but clearly, he liked it or it wouldn't be in his kitchen. She put the sandwich on a paper towel and placed it at the head of his table, while at the same time deciding she would not provide him with something to drink. She smiled to herself as she opted to kneel on one of the chairs at the table. He didn't say she had to fix him a beverage and he didn't say the meal had to be hot. He also didn't say she had to kneel on the floor. He would have only himself to blame. He should have been more specific with his instructions. A small voice in her head told her she was playing with fire, but she didn't care. She would rather take a spanking than kneel like a dog at the table while he ate dinner. That was just too much!
Draco stood in the shower, letting the cool water wash over him. He had to get away from her before he lost control. He was incredibly aroused and so ready to bend her over and just take her. But he knew if he did that he wouldn't last a minute. So, here he was, taking a cold shower after a quick wank to get himself back under control. He grinned knowing what she was currently thinking. He knew without question she was struggling internally over his instructions. He knew she would fight it. But just how much would she defy him? Would he walk out to a hot meal and a submissive Hermione kneeling at the foot of his chair? He doubted it. He was looking forward to her defiance as it was going to be so much fun punishing her.
He continued to stand under the water, taking a nice long shower.
Hermione's mind was reeling. Where the hell was he? Did he not just tell her he took quick showers? He had been in there a good thirty minutes. Damn him! She repositioned herself as her legs were starting to cramp from kneeling on the chair for so long. Finally, she could hear the water turn off. The long wait had given her plenty of time to doubt her course of action. She was torn between feeling smug and feeling like she was making a huge mistake. It wouldn't have been hard to heat up a little pasta. She had no idea what his reaction would be.
After what felt like an hour, Draco finally emerged...shirtless, with towel dried hair and faded jeans. Don't look at him, don't flush and don't show weakness, she coached herself. She would be strong and not let him see how he affected her. She had been practically naked and at his mercy and his appetite was more for food than for her.
As he walked towards the table, she kept her head bowed as she kneeled, staying as still as possible. She could feel his eyes on her as he approached and was surprised when she heard him chuckle.
Draco couldn't help the chortle that escaped him. She was so predictable. He noted the sandwich on the napkin as well as the slightly defiant upturn of the corners of her mouth as she kneeled on the chair, in the exact spot he imagined he would find her.
There was a knock on the door. Hermione's eyes shot up to his, slightly panicked.
"Relax, Pet. That will be the takeout I ordered." He smiled a victorious grin as he sauntered to the front door, opened it and paid the delivery witch. He walked back into the dining room and put the Indian cuisine on the center of the table. He looked into Hermione's shocked and clearly irritated face and shook his head at her with obvious pity. "Oh Pet, you need to understand that as your Dominant I will always be one step ahead of you. I know you soo much better than you realize."
Waving his wand towards the kitchen, a plate, utensils, napkin and a glass of wine magically hovered to the dining room table. He prepared his plate and then sat opposite of where Hermione had placed his sandwich.
Another wave of his wand and the peanut butter sandwich slid across the table and landed in front of her. She looked down at the offensive sandwich and then up at him.
Draco began to eat what smelled like delicious Tandoori chicken with lentil beans and Nan bread. He looked over at Hermione's incredulous face. "Eat your sandwich, Pet." He watched as she ignored his command. "You are only making it worse for yourself. Eat your sandwich and then I will spank you for your disobedience." Taking a sip of wine, he clarified. "I'll spank you for going to Skeeter, I'll spank you for your behavior tonight and I'll spank you because I simply love spanking your delicious ass." He chuckled as he took another bite of chicken before swallowing and taking another sip of wine. "After that, I'll fuck you right on this table." He looked up into her brown eyes. "Or, you can decide this isn't for you and you can leave...right now."
Those were her only two choices? Hermione was livid. Livid at herself for falling for his trap and livid at him for tormenting her like this. She should just get up and leave! On the other hand, she was aroused. His delicious promise to spank her and then fuck her on this very table? Well, that was what was making her heart race. But could she do it? Could she humiliate herself and do as he demanded? She stared at the sandwich, the enormity of her decision once again weighing heavy on her mind. She decided she could and she would. She had been raised a Gryffindor, after all.
She offered him a small defiant smile as she picked up the sandwich and took a big bite.
Ten minutes later her sandwich was finished, and her mouth felt like it was glued together from all the disgusting peanut butter. She would be damned if she was going to ask him for something to drink. Instead, she sat watching him as he took sip after delicious sip of his wine in between bites of the savory smelling chicken.
He looked up from his plate after a few minutes and studied her face. "I'm sure you are thirsty, Pet. You may leave the table and get a glass of water. After you have quenched your thirst, you will go to the bathroom and wash the green dye off your knees." He chuckled once again at her shocked expression.
Hermione slid off the chair, well hobbled off the chair is more like it as she was so stiff from kneeling for so long that she could barely move her legs. After she was standing, she looked down. She had green dye all over her skirt, knees and shins. She looked back up at him, her expression one of fury.
"Oh, Pet. I am very sorry about your dress," he said in a tone that didn't sound very sorry at all. "If you hadn't defied me, as I clearly predicted, you would not have kneeled in the green dye I placed on that chair. Perhaps next time you will do not only as told, but as intended as well. This is a lesson you seem to be struggling with," he added, teasingly.
Hermione wanted to walk over to him and slap him. She wanted to kick and yell and scream... but she knew she only had herself to blame. First thing was first; she needed to get the dye off her skin. She decided to forego the glass of water and marched into his bathroom where she was surprised to see a bottle of ink removing potion sitting on the rim of the sink. All of the fury rushed out of her as she stared at the potion. She picked up the bottle and poured some onto a flannel before dabbing her green skin and dress. The color came off both quite easily. When she finished, she sighed and sat on the toilet seat lid. He had played her perfectly. She felt deflated and no longer aroused or excited. She simply wanted to go home.
She continued to sit in the bathroom, contemplating everything. She did not want to walk out and face him. Face his gloating.
There was a gentle knock on the door before it opened. Draco stepped inside and leaned against the door frame, looking down at her. She wouldn't look up at him. He let out a heavy sigh and crouched down in front of her. She still wouldn't look at him. He took his right hand and tilted her chin up, forcing her brown eyes to look into his grey.
As Hermione looked into the grey irises, she saw they were not the eyes of a gloating dominant. Instead they were filled with what seemed to be adoration and affection. He pulled her to him. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down and planted a soft kiss on her mouth before positioning them both on their sides, him spooning her from behind.
Neither one of them said anything. After what seemed like forever, Draco finally spoke with a slight pleading to his voice. "Hermione, just submit to me. Submit to not only my words but to my intent. Perhaps I took this charade too far tonight, but I did it to make a point. I know you. I know you so well and as your Dominant I will anticipate your reactions as well as your needs. I had two very different scenarios planned out for tonight. You chose the path of defiance which led to where we ended up. If you had instead chosen to follow my intent as well as my words, we would have had a very different outcome.
Hermione rolled over and looked at him. "Draco, I've never been a submissive. I played a submissive role in the bedroom with Theo, but I was never his true submissive. When you instructed me to fix your dinner and then kneel beside the table, every impulse in my body screamed to defy you."
Draco looked at her knowingly. "I know that, Pet." He began rubbing up and down her arms.
"Then why did you command that of me? I thought I was agreeing to be your sexual submissive. You seem to be expecting more than that."
Draco thought before answering. "I don't want to label it. Our arrangement is going to be what it morphs into, but simply put? Yes, I want your complete submission when we are alone. You do as I say...period." He continued. "I'll reward your obedience and I'll punish your defiance." He paused and then added, smiling. "I think now you have a better understanding of my creativity when it comes to punishments."
Hermione stared at him, contemplating this new path he was leading her down.
"Do this for me, Pet. It will please me...more than you can ever realize." His right hand was now rubbing her thigh and slowly moving up. He leaned into her and kissed her gently. He planted small and delicate kisses from her mouth to her cheek to her ear, where he whispered, "in return, I'll fuck you and spank you and bring you ecstasy you never imagined possible. I'll make you very happy, I promise."
Hermione closed her eyes as he whispered his delicious promise. She tilted her head, giving him more access to her neck as he planted more aggressive kisses along her skin. Her arousal was escalating as his hand began rubbing her over her panties. Her betraying hips rocked into him without her consent.
He whispered as he continued caressing her skin with his mouth. "What's your answer, Pet? Your body says yes, what does that infuriating mind of yours say?" She could tell he was smiling as he teased.
She smiled at him, mischievously and answered in a soft and sultry tone. "I'll try, Draco. But, if you push me too far, I'm going to turn you into a ferret."
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