Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with JK Rowling or The Harry Potter franchise in anyway. I make no money off my stories.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Chapter Eight
“If you want to fuck me, Malfoy, you’re going to have to force me.”
“Well then…” he drawled lazily. “You’d better run and hide, witch. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Draco watched her slip her mask off and into a hidden pocket in her skirt appreciatively. He’d much rather prefer to see her face. He barely had time to react as Hermione kicked off her kitten heels, spun on the spot, and sprinted into the woods. Mm. He tilted his head to watch her bum as she disappeared into the trees, a grin splitting his handsome face. He’d give her a bit of a head start. She was such a tiny witch…and he didn’t want this to be over too quickly, what fun would that be?
His cock was already hard and he reached down to adjust it before lazily moving through the trees himself. Granger was a clever little thing, so he kept his eyes watchful and his arms loose at his sides, wand dangling from his right hand. “You won’t be able to hide from me, witch,” he called out with a chuckle. “I know this place like the back of my hand.”
He caught the ruffling of a bush with his peripheral vision, but didn’t turn to it. He wasn’t sure if she would try and attack him, or if her goal would be to just to avoid him. Either way, he knew he’d need to be on high alert. Granger was probably the most intelligent witch he had ever played this particular game with.
Out of nowhere, a golden jet of light came flashing at him, he dove, avoiding the Confundus charm by mere millimeters. Sneaky little bitch! Draco clenched his teeth and shoved himself hastily up to his feet before plowing directly through the bushes he had seen ruffle only moments before. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…” he sang in his deep, resonating voice.
A flash of purple to his left caught his attention and he broke into a sprint after her. His heart started pounding with excitement in his chest as she gave a little yip of surprise at his proximity.
“Fuck!” Draco hear Hermione hiss, and it was hard to suppress the laugh that bubbled out of him.
“What’s the matter, Granger?” He lazily flicked his wand, shooting a tripping jinx at her feet. He was impressed when her wand flashed behind her and she deflected the spell. “Aw, baby, c’mon!” he called out. “Let’s just have a little fun.” He couldn’t keep the stupid grin off his face as she darted beneath some limbs. Damn, she was fast…and agile.
“In your dreams, Malfoy,” she screamed back, firing an unknown jinx at him. He deflected the spell and shot another tripping jinx at her, which she side stepped before sprinting around yet another tree.
Draco made a speedy decision and spun quickly, going around the opposite side of the same trunk. It worked, she slammed directly into his chest.
“Gotcha!” he exclaimed victoriously as she yelped in shock, her eyes flew up to meet his as she pulled back away from him, but he held fast to her upper arms.
Draco had to admit, the witch was fit. She tried to squirm and he almost lost his grip on her when he spun her around. Clasping her to the length of his body, he pinned her arms to her sides as she fought against him. “This is going to be…so…fucking…sweet,” he breathed huskily into her ear before nuzzling his nose into the tender flesh just below the sensitive lobe. Draco’s teeth came out to graze the nape of her neck, tongue following to taste her skin just as a searing pain tore through his foot.
“Fuck!” he bellowed. Eyes watering, he watched her trip slightly before scrambling up and away from him again. Draco quickly composed himself before brandishing his wand at her, using a hex that caught the hem of her skirt and jerked her back. She fell spectacularly, gasping in surprise and cursing up a storm.
He started walking over to her cautiously, still holding his wand loosely in his palm. “That was a slick move there, Granger,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Try that again, and you’ll be very, very sorry.” He watched in amusement as she glared up at him, the jinx still holding her skirt to the ground.
“Fuck you, Malfoy,” she ground out. He grabbed a handful of curls piled at the nape of her neck and yanked her head back. Hermione gasped in surprised pain, her right hand coming up to close over his fist. This only made Draco tighten his grip and pull her head back more firmly as he slowly lowered himself into a tall kneel beside her. Hermione’s left hand swung out forcefully, but he caught her wrist with ease.
“I intend to do just that, sweetheart,” he sneered.
Hermione’s heart was beating in triple time. Her scalp was screaming in pain where Draco twisted his hand forcefully into her hair. Fight! her mind screamed. So, she pushed against his grip on her wrist, and twisted her torso, trying to get a knee into his gut.
“Tut, tut, tut, Granger,” Draco purred in a sickly-sweet voice. His mouth descended on her painfully arched neck. She gasped at the sensation, her knickers at this point were soaked through. She cried out as he sank his teeth into the tendons where her neck met her shoulder and she brought her other knee up, clipping his hip hard. Draco grunted in agony, releasing both her hair and her wrist and she twisted up onto her knees. The hem of her dress tore audibly as she ripped it from the jinx that was holding it to the ground.

A second later, she was on her feet only to pitch forward as a hand wrapped firmly around her ankle, her hands and knees slammed into the ground. She felt abrasions from the forest floor as it dug into her palms and knees, and kicked out with her other foot without looking back. The strike made a satisfying sound followed by a stream of expletives that made Hermione grin like a feral cat. She pushed herself to her feet again and took off, only daring to chance a look over her shoulder after she had run a few meters. Squealing when she realized Draco was practically on her heels, she pushed herself faster. Being stocking footed was definitely a disadvantage. Her silk stockings had to be in shreds.
She cried out again as Draco’s strong arms caught her around the waist, her momentum was such that her feet flew off the ground, still moving forward. His hold slid up and hooked under both her arms and around the back of her head in a full Nelson. Hermione immediately jammed her arms down causing the tall blond man to grunt in surprise, but she was not strong enough to completely get out of the hold. Instead, she pushed hard off the ground, throwing her head back in attempts to throw him off balance and connect her skull with his face at the same time.
Draco managed to avoid her head butt, but the momentum of her weight forcefully coming back at him made him lose his balance. Unfortunately, it did not make him lose his grip and he immediately rolled with her, forcing her onto her stomach. He quickly swung his legs so he straddled her bum.
“No!” she cried out, trying to buck him off her. She could feel his hard length pressing into her backside and nearly groaned aloud with the need of it. This was too fucking hot…and fun. So much fun.
“Oh, yes, Miss Granger,” he growled through gritted teeth as her delicious little bottom squirmed against his throbbing erection. He moved one hand to press down on her back between her shoulder blades, smirking when she grunted with discomfort. She attempted to roll just as he reached down to undo his belt and he had to steady himself. “Now, now, now, Granger,” he heckled, planting his face in her neck again. She could feel his hot breath on her ear and shivered with the pleasure of it. The length of his muscular, heavy body over hers made her tummy flip with excitement.
Hermione was not done fighting, though. When he went back into his one-armed hold while attempting to undo his pants, she bucked again and a sound of pain slipped past his lips. Momentarily, she felt a respite of freedom and scrambled with her hands against the forest floor, determined to crawl far enough out from underneath him to get to her feet again.
Just at that moment, Draco rolled her again and she squeaked with surprise. She immediately threw her claws at him, and if he hadn’t flinched she surely would have clawed the side of his face.
“You…little…bitch,” he rumbled. Again, he was straddling her, this time around her stomach. She took another swipe at him and he scrambled to catch her wrists in each of his hands, shoving them above her head when he succeeded. She cried out in frustration between clenched teeth, her eyes squeezing shut. Draco took both wrists in one hand and pressed her arms into the soft earth. “Aw, baby,” he was breathing hard. Leaning down, he pressed a surprisingly sweet kiss to the underside of her jaw. “Did the big bad Slytherin finally get his snakey hands on you?” he teased, nipping her pulse point with his teeth. His other hand slid down the curve of her arm and over her breast, squeezing painfully. He could feel the pebbled nipple underneath his palm and hummed his appreciation. Merlin, she had lovely breasts.
Hermione sucked in a sharp breath and attempted to buck him off her by rolling her hips hard. The motion only served to give her quim a bit of friction, making her groan. She felt gooseflesh break out over her chest, and her nipples went rock hard when Draco slipped the palm of his hand in the neckline of her gown. He gripped the neckline hard in his fist and her eyes flew open in shock as he tore the fabric brutally, a loud ripping noise ringing through their surroundings.
“Ah, braless,” he grinned at her as she bucked against him again. Kicking her feet desperately, she tried to pull her arms out of his bruising grasp.
“Get. Off. Malfoy.” She punctuated each word forcefully, this only made him laugh.
“Not on your life, Granger. I can’t wait to slide my cock up your slick little cunt.” He dipped his head and pulled a nipple roughly into his mouth.
“Ahh!” Hermione screamed as the pleasure pain tore through her tummy. She bucked again and Draco used the opportunity to wedge a knee between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. His one wandering hand slithered down her hip and shoved up the material of her skirt as she attempted to force her legs back together.
At this point, Hermione knew she had lost. He was huge compared to her and his death grip on her wrists was becoming painful enough that she stopped tugging against it. She moaned loudly as his tongue laved her sore nipple before leaving a wet trail on his way to her other breast. He pulled the tip into his hot mouth, sending another shot of pleasure to her womb. She let out an obnoxiously loud whimper even as she continued to kick her feet and roll her core. They both knew her attempts at escape were becoming less enthusiastic.
“Fight me, Granger,” he taunted against her chest as his free hand finally managed to get his belt undone. “You don’t want me to fuck you…do you? Your childhood nemesis? Or are you just a little slut, begging for it?”
He glanced up with a leering grin, expecting to see a look of outrage. The look was there, but Draco was absolutely stunned when she spat full force in his face. His hand shot up, slamming under her chin to lock her jaw shut before he’d had time to think the action through. Hermione’s teeth clacked together audibly and he felt the pull of surprised breath through her nose. Her eyes grew wide and for a moment, she looked a bit frightened.
Draco watched her carefully, slowly releasing her jaw. “Don’t do that again,” he hissed, trying to stay in character. He hadn’t meant to scare her. Dropping his head, he used his shoulder to wipe her saliva away. “Do you understand?”

Hermione nodded a bit frantically, the fear slowly trickling out of her eyes. They stared at each other for a second, breathing heavy. Draco was starting to feel nervous that he had taken it a step too far, but then she tilted her head back and tried to jerk her hands out of his grip again. Game back on. He grinned exultantly as she continued to attempt to escape him.
He struggled to maintain his hold on her while fighting to get his pants open. Finally, he managed to get them undone, almost groaning in relief as he freed himself from his boxer shorts. Contemplating how best to get inside her without her getting away, he decided on fast and hard. He slid his free hand up the inside of her left thigh to grip the lacy thong she was wearing. It took very little effort to shred the thing, getting it out of his way. Draco’s hand immediately went to her quim where he found her dripping wet. He groaned at the feel of her silken core, giving her a triumphant grin as she let out a breathy moan. Rubbing her quickly, he dipped his middle finger into her warm heat as she squirmed beneath him.
“Stop!” she screamed. “Get off!” Fucking hell, she was really into this. He had never had to fight so hard during a con/non-con scene. Still…no safewords. They were definitely a go. He shoved his hips into the cradle of her thighs, forcing and keeping them apart. Then he grasped himself to line his cock up with her entrance. She stilled and he watched her eyes grow, her pupils were blown wide. Lust was clearly written in her features. That was all the green light Draco needed, he thrust inside of her.
Hermione let out a long, low moan, which covered Draco’s visceral snarl of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he filled her. The buildup had been absolutely incredible, but all fight left as sensation engulfed her. Once in, he knew she wouldn’t be able to get away anymore, so he released her hands. They immediately came down around his shoulders, her nails digging into his upper back. Draco snarled his appreciation as the bite of her claws sent sharp waves of pleasure down his spine. He rammed into her again, thrilled when her hips tilted into him and met his force with her own. He cursed through his pants of breath when the spongy feel of her cervix engulfed the head of his cock deliciously, reveled in the sounds she was making. Her pussy was so effing tight, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever been with a woman as tiny as she was.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” she whimpered, head rolling, nails scraping down his shoulder blades.
He hitched her leg up and pressed it back into her chest, the new position allowing him to sink deeper, grazing her g-spot. She hummed her praises thickly, the sound coming from deep in her chest.
“Shit, Granger,” Draco panted, slamming into her again and again and again. Her jaw clenched as the coil in her belly grew tighter and tighter. She was so close to coming. She needed…
“More!” she demanded, puffing heavily as she rolled her hips up, meeting each crash of his hips with hers. He swore again and redoubled his efforts, speeding up and thrusting harder all in the same movement. He couldn’t rip his gaze away from her face, she was absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and her brow was furrowed with concentration and painful pleasure.
Draco whipped his hips harder, all the while fighting the rise of his bollocks. He was determined to at least get her off twice. He watched with immense satisfaction when Hermione’s jaw slackened and a throaty, feral cry was ripped from her chest as she came, hard. Best orgasm face ever! Merlin, she was one hot piece.
“Fuck, yes!” he cried out, pumping through her orgasm, her inner muscles were trying to milk him dry. Draco clenched his jaw and held on. When she went limp under him, he rolled out of her. She looked at him, confused when he brandished his wand. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up. Hermione’s astonished expression quickly darkened with renewed lust and she started to fight with him again. “I don’t think so, little witch,” he snarled, pulling her body into a tall kneel. Draco released her hair only to quickly capture her wrists before twisting her arms around her back.
Hermione’s heart was beating almost painfully fast, but seemed to kick up another notch as she heard Draco mutter an incantation and felt a rope bind her elbows behind her back. She grunted with a bit of discomfort and continued to try and get away from him as he scooted behind her, straddling the outside of her legs with his and pressing them together. He pushed her forward, angling her head so her face was pressed into the mossy ground and held it in one place while he positioned himself again. Her lower body was still in a tall kneel, bum high in the air. His excitement was palpable as he rammed back into her.
“Oh my fucking god!” she cried out with the forcefulness of the thrust as need and heat coursed through her belly. He wasted no time setting a brutal pace. With her legs forced together, there was very little friction on her clit and all she could feel was his (impressive) prick ravaging her pussy. Every thrust forced gasps and grunts out of her, and the blond man behind her was vocal as well. Draco released her face after a minute and grasped her hips in his hands brutally, his pace increasing further. This only served to make her orgasm build with alarming speed.
Hermione felt the bind around her elbows release and her arms quickly fell to the forest floor, palms pressing down. She attempted to push back against him, he laughed evilly.
“Do you really think you’re getting away that easily?” He hooked an arm around her waist, effectively trapping her upper limbs to her sides again, and pulled her into an upright position. As he sat back on his haunches, Hermione gasped at the new sensation while he continued to torment her with shallow, hard thrusts of his hips. Draco’s other hand came up under her chin and around her throat, gently squeezing her neck. It sent a thrill of delicious fear through her and deluge of honey coated him where they were joined. She whinged her bliss, he cursed his. It was a perfect duet of pleasure.
Hermione’s head fell back onto his shoulder as she pulled her hands free, bringing them up to hook around each of his. Her nails bit into the soft flesh of the backs of his hands. She pushed back, meeting his thrusts in this position for the first time. He snarled, the hand around her waist dove deeper, seeking out her engorged clit.
She hissed as he strummed the distended bud of pleasure, her movements became erratic and jerky. Draco knew he was about to throw her over again. He reached down and grasped one of her breasts, expertly catching a nipple and rolling it in his fingers. “Fuck, Draco!” she screeched, jerking against him hard before stilling.
He felt another wave of satisfaction pour through him as she yelled his name and howled with her release. Draco was so enamored with her response, and was still raging hard. He forcefully rolled her again, slamming her down on her back, causing her to let out a strangled “Oof!”
Barely giving her time to breath, he hooked both her knees with his elbows and practically folded her in half as he pushed into her a third time. “Bloody hell, Hermione,” he hissed appreciatively as her back and neck arched. Her muscles sucked him in greedily as she cried out hoarsely. He wasn’t going to last very much longer, and was pretty sure he wouldn’t be get her to a third climax. He decided to make it up to her some other time. Her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around him and he was lost, roaring his release. One last brutal thrust and he stilled, emptying himself into her, cock throbbing again and again and he spilled his seed.
Slowly, as he came back to himself, Draco let go of Hermione’s legs. They slid down his body and fell limply to the sides of his hips and thighs as he collapsed onto his forearms over her. He dropped his forehead to hers, breathing heavy. Their eyes locked and instantly they were both laughing through their breathlessness. He brought up a hand to smooth some of her destroyed hair out of her face. Dropping a light kiss to her sweaty forehead. Slowly, he slid out of her and rolled, loving the little whine of pleasure that broke through her lips. Draco settled on his back next to her, still breathing heavy. After a moment, he rolled onto his side to face Hermione, and propped himself up on his elbow.
Her eyes were closed, her face flushed from their extreme exertion. Once a few minutes had passed, her eyes fluttered open. A slow, self-satisfied smirk crossed Draco’s face and Hermione couldn’t help her answering grin.
“That was bloody amazing, Granger,” he said smugly.
“For once in my life, Malfoy? I actually agree with you,” she snorted and he laughed, wiping a bead of sweat away from his temple. Hermione stretched, pointing her toes and lifting her arms up over her head, testing her muscles. She felt pleasantly sore and very satisfied.
Unable to miss the way Draco watched her breasts appreciatively, Hermione rolled to her side a bit. “You’ve done this before.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah, quite a bit, actually.” He answered her with no preamble. “I love con/non-con scenes. They’re usually a blast.” He paused, eyes glittering with humor, still dark with lust. “You, however, just put up the best fight I have ever had.” Draco observed her through sparkling eyes as her face split into a pleased smile.
“Really?” she asked.
“Dead serious.” He rubbed his nose with the back of one hand before moving it up to tousle his hair. “Even better?” She raised her brows in inquiry. “You are by far the tiniest witch I’ve ever played this particular game with.”
Her smile turned into a grin to rival the Cheshire cat and she rolled so she could settle onto her back again. Draco did the same, heaving a satisfied sigh. They lay there in silence for an age before he gave a reluctant groan. “I suppose we should get cleaned up,” he intoned begrudgingly.
“Yeah,” she agreed unenthusiastically. “I’m gonna need the loo...and maybe a healer,” she added with a laugh. “I need to try and fix my dress, to,” she snorted and then began laughing in earnest as she pushed herself into a sitting position. “You know one of the first things to cross my mind when you suggested this scene? ‘It’s a bloody shame my dress is going to get ruined. I like this one.’”
Draco joined in with her laughter while he pushed himself to his feet. “I’m sure you can transfigure it to get you through the rest of the evening.” He reached out a hand to Hermione, pleased she didn’t hesitate as she reached up to grab it. Draco pulled her up.
Once she was standing, he flipped her palms over and examined the small abrasions. Looking down, he could see her knees and elbows were scraped up as well. He looked her in the eyes and lightly cocked his head with a playful shrug. “Oops?”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “I take it you’ve become a dab hand at healing charms, seeing as this is one of your favorite pastimes?”
He gave her a sheepish grin. “Well, no. Honestly, Granger? I don’t think any of my other conquests have ever had a scratch. They gave in too easy.” He looked over his shoulder. “Be right back.”
Hermione watched him dash to a small cabinet that had been charmed to look like a large tree stump near the door, smirking when she saw the claw marks on his shoulders and back. He was back at her side in six large strides and gently lifted her hands. After casting a cleansing charm on them, he dripped the dittany potion over her wounds. Hermione’s skin tingled as they both watched the new skin quickly grow, leaving the marks looking a few days old. He did the same to her knees and elbows.
There was a slight pause before Draco grinned boyishly at her. “Turn around and bend over.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
He laughed. “There’s no way your arse is unscathed.”
She let out small giggle and turned around, flipping up her skirt as she bent over. Shockingly, this felt more intimate than anything they had done in this room. She found her mind internally scolding herself for becoming aroused. She felt the tingling of the medication as he dropped her skirt.
“Your arse is magnificent, Granger.” He complimented. She could only answer with another grin. What did one say, exactly, after a successful pretend rape?
Making a last second decision, Draco reached out and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. He tilted her chin up with the fingers of his other hand. When she just looked at him quizzically, he startled them both by bestowing a soft, tender kiss on her upturned lips. He pulled back slowly. “I kind of always wondered what that would feel like.”
He seemed to have stunned her into silence. Her only reaction was her eyes growing wide. “It’s really too bad I prefer being a bottom, Granger,” he leered, breaking the sweet moment by letting her go. “We could really have something, here.” His voice was sardonic and Hermione threw her head back, bubbles of her tinkling laughter filled the air.
“Draco Malfoy,” she choked between her hysterics. “We would kill each other.”
“Yeah,” he said with feigned regret. “You’re probably right. C’mon, I’ll show you the nearest loo.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit.
“Uhh, wait.” She pulled against him, forcing him to stop and look back. She took her bottom lip in her mouth and smiled as her eyes darted to between his shoulders. “You uh...you need healing, too.”
His eyes grew big as he snapped his head to look at one shoulder and then the other. “Damn, Granger. Another first!”
“Come here,” she demanded with a little force.
His eyes twinkled with mirth as he handed her the potion. “Ohh, Granger. I love it when you talk that way. Sure you aren’t a Top?”
She chuckled as she healed his scratches and then handed the dittany back to him. “I’m not, promise. I’m a Top all day at work.”
He grabbed her hand again and led her to the door, stowing the dittany in the cupboard before they moved into the hall.
As they left the forest room, Draco dropped her hand and placed his palm on her lower back. They were both quiet, each still reeling from the excitement and endorphin rush from only moments before. Hermione’s mask was intact and back on her face, but her dress really was in shreds. She would need to head straight for the Ladies to try and transfigure it into something she could wear for the rest of the night.
Draco was close, his hand still on her lower back. He was feeling slightly protective of her at the moment, and if he were being honest with himself, still turned on as hell. The place was packed, much more so than before their little adventure. Numerous groups of people were coming up and down the hall, in and out of various rooms.
Unable to resist, he slid his hand down and cupped her arse, giving it a squeeze. She startled before shooting a seductive gaze back at him. The look of desire and lust in her darkened brown orbs solidified the return of his hard on. Bloody Hell. Taking a gamble that she was feeling the same, he used both hands to spin her and press her chest against the cool stone wall next to them. His body molded to her back, the heat from his smooth skin permeating the thin, torn fabric of her dress.
He tilted his head down into the crook of her neck. “I want to fuck you, again…here…now.” He was slowly pressing his erection back and forth into her sacrum.
When he felt her bum press back into him and heard her let out a soft moan, it was all the permission he needed. He bunched the material of her skirt, getting it out of the way. One hand snaked around to her front and slid down between her legs where he rubbed her dewy folds, finding her more than ready.
Hermione whimpered with needy desire as his hand stroked her deliciously. She ground her quim into him, feeling like she would combust at any second. Their scene had been electric and intense, and she was ready for more. Her cheek pressed against the cool wall, her eyes open, she was hyper aware of her surroundings. They were in a dark alcove, but they were not hidden from view. She had her mask on, though – there were only three people in the building who knew who she was.
Feeling brazen and wanton, she whispered. “Fuck me, already, Malfoy. I want it.”
He let out a growl as his hands rubbed up her inner thighs, lifting her and spreading her open. He pressed his hips against her, finding it easy for his hips to hold her light frame in place. One of his hands reached around her neck, holding it lightly, but dominantly, as his other maneuvered his length out of his jeans. He slid into her easily and let out a guttural snarl as her tight walls welcomed him again.
Too turned on to control himself, he pumped her furiously and grinned as he heard her grunt her pleasure with each thrust. “Gods, you’re a good fuck, Granger.”
Her words were choppy, her breath being forced out with each assault of his hips. “You’re not so bad yourself, ferret.”
His smile widened at her tease. “Ok, beaver. Mock me all you want.”
She smiled softly, remembering her engorged teeth the same year he had been turned into a ferret. His hand reached around, rubbing her clit as he continued to pound. His drives were coming faster and more erratic. “Come, witch,” he whispered demandingly as he bit down on the sensitive flesh below her ear.
Her response was instant, it thrilled him how responsive her body was. There’s that third one I mentally promised you. Draco’s voice rumbled with satisfaction in his chest as her walls clamped and her belly clenched. She felt her body go limp as he continued to propel himself into her before letting out a loud moan, breath hot on the back of her neck.
His heaving chest and body stayed pressed up against her, continuing to hold her to the wall as they both worked to calm their erratic breathing. After a moment, he slowly helped her slide to the floor and shifted her dress down to cover her backside. The loo was only a couple steps away. She turned back towards him, only to find him watching her with a playful smile. “That was hot, Granger. Any time you want a repeat, just let me know.”
Hermione returned his smile with one of her own. “Yes, hot and very…unexpected.” She surprised him when she reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. She kissed him fiercely, slipping her tongue past his lips. Confused, but delighted all the same, Draco gripped her waist and returned the erotic kiss.
“You know,” she said, after slowly softening and ending the kiss. She pulled away from him, amused. “I always wondered what that would be like.” She was definitely teasing, returning his words back to him. Draco let out a chuckle, shaking his head.
She winked. “Thanks, Malfoy.” With that, she turned and dashed into the loo.
Neither witch nor wizard was aware of the looming Dominant in black who had watched the entire exchange with growing rage and frustration.
Annecia - Snape is starting to realize how much he's effed up. Did Draco make it worth her while? ;o)

RequiredReading - I think he succeeded in taking her mind off Snape, yes?

Clem - Thank you! I hope this chapter delivered! ;o)

Dedicated Reader - I understand that Snape's behavior is off putting and can be dangerous, which is why we have Lu addressing it. Hang in there. How was the con/non-con? To your liking?
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission