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52 Ways to Please Your Partner	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47048 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Phase Seven: Cheater

Hermione shuffled her feet in the uncomfortable silence of the room as Draco continued to gawk at her with his mouth hung open.

"What?" she barked out. He closed his mouth as he continued to scan appreciatively over her body.

"May I ask –"

"– Why I'm dressed like a skanky cat?" Hermione finished his question. She turned her face to the side and crossed her arms over her chest in an effort to appear nonchalant. The only thing she succeeded in doing was pushing her breasts even higher, causing Draco's eyes to dart to her tits. Hermione sighed as she stomped to the table and grabbed the card she had pulled from the deck. She shoved it toward him and then walked back to her spot in front of the fire. Draco chuckled as he watched her long black tail sway from side to side.

Draco read over the card in his hand, which was written in angry, red letters:

Cheater! Now you must be at the mercy of your partner's hand. For only he can decide when you've been a good kitty and are able to strip your shame away.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You cheated?"

"I did not cheat!" she bit back. "I just forgot that it was your turn...I guess I got a little ahead of myself." Draco snorted in amusement and took a seat in his armchair.

"So you can't take that outfit off until I say so?" he asked. Hermione's frantic eyes snapped to his mocking ones.

He wouldn't...

Draco smirked.

Oh yes he would…

Hermione shivered at the realization that Draco could drag this on for as long as he liked... he could never tell her to remove the leather kitty costume. She had already tried removing it, but a strong spell held it in place. Hermione felt horror like a weight in her stomach at the thought of what she would do if he told her to keep it on. She couldn't exactly walk into her classes dressed as a sex kitten.

"I guess we'll have to see if you're a good kitty tonight."

Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said before stomping to her chair, her tall leather boots clicked against the stone floor. She sat down and crossed her arms and legs as her lips pursed in irritation. Draco ran his eyes over the length of her fishnet-clad legs and frowned as the throbbing in his groin returned. This game was not going to make it easy on him, was it?

Draco sighed as he reached forward and grabbed a card. He stared at it for a few moments with an expressionless mask.

"I'm not doing it," he said suddenly, shaking his head. He dropped the card on the table and slunk back in his chair.

Hermione swallowed hard and closed her eyes as she felt the pull of the card spark to life. She knew what it was before looking, and she felt panic and anxiety mix with the desire course through her. She had known that it would eventually lead to acts such as this…

Hermione opened her eyes and looked down at the card.

A man was lying on top of a bed. His wrists were secured above him by handcuffs. A woman was leaning over him, pleasuring him with her mouth.

Hermione quivered as she felt Draco's looming company beside her. The fear in her surpassed all she had felt during the past cards of the night. She believed this to be an extremely intimate act, and to be sharing it with Malfoy…! It was not often that Hermione was faced with tasks she held no knowledge or experience in. What if she did it wrong? What if he laughed at her? She had already gone through enough humiliation to last a life time. She wasn't sure she could take any more...

It won't matter! she reminded herself for what seemed to be the hundredth time of the night. I won't recall any of this even happening! I just have to endure it for a few more hours at most and then I'll never have to think about it again…

Hermione stared up into his stubborn-set face and frowned. Why would he be so against it anyway? It wasn't as though he was doing any of the work...

"What's your problem, Malfoy?" Hermione spat. "All you have to do is lie there. You're not the one who has to..." Hermione swallowed. Her voice was low and depressed.

"You just don't get it…" he muttered so quietly that she missed it.

Hermione stood from her chair and turned her back to him. "You know, you've really got to stop acting as if this is the worst thing that has ever happened to you. Sure you hate me and sure I'm not the most experienced witch in Hogwarts, but you'd think that a night of kinky sexual acts with no ties would be alluring to most men of your age! I'm not completely revolting, am I?" Draco had missed most of what she said, his attention was focused on the two perfectly rounded cheeks peeking out from her tiny shorts.

"Are you listening, Malfoy?" she asked, swinging around to face him. Draco's eyes flew up to her face, his expression betraying that he had been in a dream-like state.

"Hmm?" he asked blankly. Hermione threw her arms up in the air.

"If anyone's getting the shorter stick here, it's me. You're a mean prat who thinks only of yourself. It doesn't matter that you're good looking and experienced!" Keep telling yourself that Hermione...

Draco stretched his arms behind his head and smiled languidly, his straight white teeth gleaming in the dim lighting of the room. "You think I'm good looking?" he asked. Hermione plopped down in her chair and groaned.

"Oh get off it, Malfoy. I know it, more importantly you know it..."

Draco shrugged his large shoulders and closed his eyes. "I can't deny that you've surprised me as well. I would have never of guessed that you had a figure hiding beneath your bulky Gryffindor robes."

Hermione's eyes widened as she shifted in her chair and crossed her arms over her stomach, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "Yeah right," she said in a small voice. "You're just trying to make me feel better about myself so that you can shoot me back down again."

Draco opened his eyes and shook his head softly. "No, Granger. I'm serious. You've got a great body. I only wonder why you prefer to hide it beneath that prissy bookworm look." He wasn't sure where the urge to reassure her had come from.

Hermione cleared her throat. "I don't have time to care about my appearance," she said, not understanding why she was explaining herself to him. "I've got enough to worry about as it is."

Draco snorted. "Like what?"

"Plenty of things! You have no idea what it's like, living day to day with the responsibility that I carry..." Draco raised an eyebrow as he glanced around the head common room that they shared and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Okay, so maybe you do understand that part. But I wasn't born into a wizarding family with more money than they know what to do with. People like you are supposed to be beautiful. And I'm..." her voice trailed off as she stared into the fire.

"…You're what?" he asked, though a part of him feared her answer.

Sad brown eyes met piercing grey ones. "You know all too well, Malfoy. You remind me of it at every possibility." Draco flinched though Hermione didn't seem to notice. "I am muggle born. You've known who you are and where you were going to end up from the beginning… but I feel like I've had to continuously fight for it. I've had to prove myself worthy to be called a witch. I suppose I focused all of my energy and power on it, everything else just sort of took a back seat."

Draco watched her as her eyes fell back to her feet. Her shoulders were hunched and she appeared as though she wished she could fade into nothing. Draco realized in that moment that he hated seeing her in such a state. She had been in his face from the beginning, demanding attention with her very presence. To see her in such a feeble condition just seemed…wrong. But he attempted to push those worrying thoughts from his mind as he turned to stare at the fire.

They sat in silence for several long moments until Hermione started fidgeting in her chair. The pull of Draco's card was beginning to take its toll on her and it seemed that in that moment there was nothing that Hermione wanted more that to drag him upstairs and lock him up while she had her way with him.

Or…the game's way with him...

"So why don't you want to do this card?" Hermione asked him shyly. She could see Draco's jaw clench.

"I don't have handcuffs," he bit out far too quickly. Hermione shook her head.

"I saw handcuffs in your box, Malfoy. What's the real reason?"

Draco breathed out deeply from his nose and stood from his chair. He stared down into Hermione's questioning eyes. "It's not the physical part that has me on edge, ok?" he said as he began walking toward the stairs. He stopped when he reached them, his body stood rigid and tense. "I do not like being in situations where I'm not... in control. The thought of being locked up and unable to stop something... disturbs me."

Hermione watched him carefully as he turned to look at her over his shoulder. "So are you coming or what?" he asked, and Hermione realized in that moment the amount of trust he was putting in her. It caused a soft smile to form on her lips. She stood and walked past him and up the stairs to his room.

The black box containing Draco's little collection of toys was lying on the ground, still open from their previous card. Hermione knelt down and grabbed the cold metal cuffs that sat within. Her fingers grazed over the peacock feather and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have it dragged across her flesh. Suddenly feeling the presence of Draco standing over her, she stood and turned to face him.

"You ready?" she asked with flushed cheeks. He seemed to consider the question for a moment before sitting on his bed and scooting until his back was resting against the headboard. With an unreadable expression, he lifted his muscular arms above his head and waited for Hermione to move slowly toward him and handcuff his hands to the headboard. She breathed deeply as she backed away and looked down at him.

He watched her carefully with narrowed eyes. She appeared extremely nervous about this challenge and Draco could understand why. She'd obviously never been this intimate with anyone before and was second guessing herself. Draco on the other hand was quite curious as to how she would handle it. Most girls he had been with in the past often claimed that they were experts in this field, only to bestow upon him the same up and down motion that honestly bored him to tears. There was more to this particular art than most knew.

Hermione sat beside him on his bed as her gaze locked on the large lump beneath his pants. Feeling the fear slowly leak from her body the closer that she got to him, she reached forward and slowly stroked the fabric over the bulge. Draco breathed out heavily at her first physical contact against the place that had for too long been denied and Hermione repeated the action once more, only harder. She cupped him through his pants and ran her hand over his length, marveling at just how long and how thick it was.

Draco let his head fall back against the headboard as she traveled curiously over his manhood. If he had not been so completely fogged with desire in that moment, he would have thought her quite amusing. She looked as though she had discovered something astonishing, not unlike how she appeared when having mastered a spell in class.

Hermione hesitated for a second before she grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them down far enough so that his member was free of its confides. Draco held his breath as her hand inched toward his cock. The second that her fingertips brushed against the surprisingly silky skin, his body relaxed in a long, deep exhale. Hermione scooted closer to his body as she wrapped her hand fully around his shaft. Her fingers couldn't quite reach all the way around, causing Hermione to wonder how he would possibly be able to fit inside of her...

Her gaze flicked up to watch his face as she slid her hand slowly upwards. His head was leaning back against the board and his brawny arms were securely strapped above his head with his hands clenched into fists. A sudden feeling of dominance rushed through Hermione's body and she found that she enjoyed it. A small smirk played on her lips as she sat up from the bed and climbed on top of him.

Draco's eyes flew open upon feeling the weight of Hermione's body straddling his own. He looked down at her to see her staring back at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Her arms were planted under his armpits and her face was dangling dangerously close to his own. His eyes darted to where her breasts were hanging lusciously from her tiny leather top. His hands simply ached to reach out and cup them fully in his palms, but he knew that he was completely at her mercy...

Hermione shifted slowly, gasping at the feel of his hard cock pressed firmly against her womanhood. Draco bit the side of his cheek as she repeated the motion again and again, starting a rhythm against his body. Hermione slowly lowered her mouth toward his, but stopped inches from him as she stared him directly in the eyes. She was going to let him make the decision...

Draco's inner battle lasted longer than he would have first expected. To kiss her freely...without the game telling him to do so seemed absurd, only a few short hours ago, he would have never even considered the possibility that he'd want to kiss her. But Draco was a logical man and his logic told him that Hermione Granger was far more than the simple mudblood twit that he had made her out to be from the beginning. She was smart and collected. She was passionate and always stood up for what she believed in. And in that moment Draco seriously considered finally relinquishing himself to the game. See how far he could go with the virgin queen of Hogwarts. It was not as though it would make any difference when the sun rose tomorrow. He wouldn't remember any of it!

Draco stared up into her uncertain eyes as she waited patiently for his answer.

Fuck it!

Draco closed the space between them. His lips crashed onto hers with a force that caused her to gasp, and Draco swallowed the noise greedily. His arms yanked against his restraints, wanting to reach out and grab the back of her head to pull her even closer to him and his hungering need for her.

It took a few moments before Hermione was able to slow the heated kiss between them. She pulled away slowly and they both gasped for air. She lowered her mouth back down to his once, twice, three times. Her kisses were soft...gentle.

And then she moved downward and kissed his chin. She then kissed his neck, then his collar bone, and then his chest. Draco's teeth clenched tightly as she ran her tongue over his nipple, and then down the crevice of his stomach. It swooped downwards into his navel as she continued to kiss lower and lower.

She hesitated for only a moment before she reached down and wrapped her hand around his heavy length. In place of the fear she would have expected she'd feel, she felt wonder and curiosity. She wondered what he would taste like, was curious as to whether or not she'd like it. There was only one way to find out...

Hermione moved closer to his member and in one, long stroke of her tongue, she traveled from base to tip. She felt Draco stiffen beneath her, but the only thing on her mind at the moment was the taste of him. She flicked her tongue over the tip then ran it slowly around the outside.

Draco hissed through his clenched teeth as she took the entire tip of his cock into her mouth and sucked. He lifted his head from the headboard to look down at her and watched through hooded eyes as she wrapped one hand firmly around the base and pleasured the tip with her tongue. Suddenly, her eyes locked on his and what he saw there was a burning fire which immediately caused a tingle of anticipation to run down his spine.

She continued to stare at him as she moved slowly down his shaft until she had more than half of it in her mouth. Draco clenched his eyes shut for a moment and let a puff of air escape from between his lips as she moved upwards once more, then back down.

Hermione couldn't believe the feeling that was racing through her body. Watching a powerful man like Malfoy tremble at her touch made her feel invincible. She continued to pump his cock in and out. Up and down. She quickened her pace, her hand following behind her tight lipped embrace.

"Fuck..." Draco bit out. His entire body shook and he could feel his climax nearing and yet... somehow he knew that it would never come this way. It was the game. The game held him back from the thing his body currently craved for more than food, or water, or air.

Hermione moaned and Draco could feel the vibrations travel over his cock. She softly scraped her teeth over his skin and he growled in frustration. Hermione's eyes watched him carefully, so when his brows pushed together and his eyes clenched shut into a look of pain, she pulled back from him.

"...A-are you okay?" she asked, concern laced through her voice.

Draco's teeth clench together and it took a few moments for him to open his eyes. Upon looking down and seeing her worry filled face, he nodded his head sharply.

"I'm fine," he tried to assure her, though it sounded aggressive even to his own ears. Hermione sat up and pushed a stray curl from her cheek. Her eyes fell and Draco flinched when he heard the painful sound of denial in her voice.

"Did...did I hurt you?" she asked.

Draco breathed out deeply and closed his eyes. "Unlock me," he demanded.

Hermione grabbed the key from the bedside table and moved to unlock his wrists. Her eyes remained downcast as a feeling of embarrassment, shame, and denial washed through her.

The second that his wrists were free from the headboard, Hermione moved to get off of the bed. But before she was able, Draco grabbed her around the waist, flipped her around so that she was on her back and he was on top of her, and then lowered his mouth to hers in a frenzied and passionate kiss.

He poured all of his desire and need into his bruising assault on her mouth. It felt as though he just couldn't get enough of her. She was like a drug, coursing through his veins and making it impossible to draw even a single breath without her being on his mind.

Hermione's body melted against his as he tangled his fingers through her hair and bit at her lips. His muscular thigh was pressed firmly against her womanhood and she couldn't help from slowly grinding herself against him. Draco pulled back from their kiss when she began to move. His forehead fell into the crook of her neck and his shuttered breath against her skin caused goose-bumps to break out over her body.

Draco slowly lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. He could see that they mirrored his own frustration and a small smile tugged at his lips. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. The internal battle he had been fighting all night seemed to have vanished for a moment as he stared down at her.

"You're beautiful," he said, causing Hermione to gasp and her eyes to narrow.

"You don't mean that," she said, shaking her head. "You're only saying it because the game is causing you to feel that way."

Draco felt the prickle of denial within him. "I think that I've always known," he said, though he seemed to of said it mostly to himself. His brows pushed together in confusion as he suddenly pushed himself up to sit on the side of his bed. Hermione watched the corded muscles on his back move beneath his skin.

"I've always known," he repeated. "It's just that...I wouldn't allow myself to see the truth. I was raised to think a certain way. I do not take defeat easily, and you…you're perfect...at everything that you do."

Hermione could not believe the words that were coming from the cold hearted Slytherin beside her. Surely it was due to the game. It was the only reasonable excuse. Draco Malfoy was her enemy. He hated her, and she hated him.

Draco stood and stared down at her, his face suddenly void of emotion. "It doesn't matter anyway," he said with a hard tone. "The completion card will show up eventually. Once this is finally over with, we won't remember it ever occurring." And these horrifying feelings toward her will vanish.

Hermione distantly wondered at the sting in her chest as she nodded in agreement. "So what should we do now?" she asked him, still embarrassed and confused.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I believe that it's your turn."
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