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Elves Without Clothes

by: Whomping Willow ~

WARNING: If you liked the fluffy, warm and loving ending please don’t read on, this is the hard
R version or the perversions some of you have been waiting for. Contains Oral, implied solo and
etc. Consider yourselves warned.

***Authors note: I apologize in advance. I just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Warm and
loving Draco was good, but I wanted a taste of bad. That is the reason for the alternate ending.
My humble apologies.

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Chapter eight (alternate version): Draco’s Dream Come True ~

Hermione had seen Draco pale when she mentioned spells, and she wondered how he would
handle the fact that she now knew about the effects of the spell. Perhaps it was embarrassment
that had prevented Draco from confessing the results of the spell to her in the first place. She
hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

- Where is that Gryffindor courage now? -

Denying knowledge was not something she was accustomed to doing and in her heart she knew it
would be akin to lying and lying to her master was strictly forbidden, but telling Draco . . .
especially after that dream . . . she tried to push away the fear that gripped her so she could tell
Draco the truth.

A knock at the door interrupted them before they could speak another word about Professor
Snape or anything he might have taught her. Hermione opened the door and allowed the
Headmaster to enter.

“Hello Ony, I was hoping to have a talk with Draco, alone if you don’t mind.” Ony looked to her
master who shared a look with Dumbledore before he politely dismissed her.

Once Ony had left and the door was shut tightly behind her Draco spoke. “What can I do for you,
sir?” He was wondering what the Headmaster needed to speak with him about.

“I wanted to inform you that I questioned Professor Snape under Veritaserum, and he admits to
no wrongdoing on his part. He claims to have done nothing unseemly with Ony, with or without
her consent.”

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that he had put Ony into a situation that
allowed the professor to act inapriatriately. If Snape had done anything indecent, he would
never forgive himself, after all if anyone was going to deflower his house-elf, it was not going to
be Snape.

The Headmaster continued. “Of course, Ony is in most respects a house-elf . . . for her ‘consent’
is a relative term.”

“Are you saying that the Professor did do something inappropriate, but she consented because she
is a house-elf?”

“What I am saying, is that it is possible that Ony could engage in activities she is not entirely
consensual to, in order to please her master. That power could be easily abused and I want to be
sure that nothing of the sort occurs. Am I making myself clear?”

His mind was whirling with possibilities and it took all his control to keep the smirk off his face.
What should he make her do first . . . For now it would be best to play innocent for the
Headmaster.

“Yes sir, I understand, but how am I supposed to know . . . if she’s actually . . . agreeable or just
trying to please me?” Draco fumbled over the sentence trying to seem flustered.

“I am afraid that is a tricky question . . .” his blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at the blond boy,
“but I am sure you will use your discretion appropriately.”

                                                                        ***

As Dumbledore left the room, it was all Draco could do not to sing. The trusting old fool had all
but offered Ony up to him on a silver platter and he was not foolish enough to refuse. It was
almost inconceivable that the Headmaster had turned Hermione into a house-elf without putting
any moral restriction ton the orders she would obey. He couldn’t believe he had been foolish
enough to waste a whole week having her organizing and cleaning when he could have had her on
her knees. He wouldn’t deny he had been having feelings for Ony, but this was far more
important than that. The sounds he had overheard through Ony’s bedroom door had been
tanzingzing and he could hardly wait to hear her moaning his name. Pansy had stopped putting out
months ago and he was ready for something other than solo action.

Meanwhile Hermione was in her chambers thinking about her master. If he was so happy to have
her back, why had he given her to Snape in the first place?

-Did Draco give me to the professor to prevent me from casting the spell again or because he
was humiliated that I had done so in the first place? -

“Ony!” Draco called, interrupting her thoughts, eager to get started.

Ony appeared in the doorway quickly. She looked nervous, digging her bare toes into the thick
pile of the carpet. He was staring at her and she wondered what he was thinking that would
inspire that particular combination of crimson cheeks and hungry stare. -Am I in trouble? -

Draco was now staring at Ony, and he knew that Professor Snape had told her about the spell.
Snape had robbed him of that particular duty, although it was hardly a chore now that he was
aware of the Headmaster’s misguided trust.

-I don’t know what Dumbledore said, but I am most definitely in trouble - She didn’t have the
chance to ponder further as Draco’s words interrupted her.

“Do you know why I gave you to Professor Snape?R/p> /p>
Ony squeaked. -How did he know I had been thinking about that? - “No Master.”

“Ony, are you aware that Snape knows about the spell and what it does?”

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Hermione blushed heavily, causing Draco’s stomach to do a flip before tying itself in knots.

“Did he tell you what it does, what it did?”

-Tell me? I wish! - “In a manner of speaking, Master.”

Draco’s face drained of color. “In a manner of speaking? What did he say – what did he do? Did
he ask you to cast the spell on him?” He was almost afraid to hear the answer. If Snape had
taken advantage of Hermione, before he’s had a chance, he’d be forced to hex him.

-Why did I have to say that? A simple ‘Yes’ wouldn’t have been more than a little lie - “No,
Master. He said I cast it wandlessly,” she turned a dark crimson as she added, “he let me discover
the results for myself.”

“He what?!”

- Oh shit! - “I didn’t mean to do it. I was just thinking about the spell and wondering if that is
why you wanted to get rid of me, and suddenly he knew what I was thinking and . . . he didn’t do
anything wrong. He just wanted to make sure I understood the consequences of the spell.”

“Consequences? He showed you his . . . the consequences? What did he . . . did he touch you?
Did you touch him?”

-NO! Not that! Nothing like that! - “No! Nothing like that! I saw a bulge in his robes, nothing
more and he took care of it himself,” she interjected.

A look of relief washed over Draco before he remembered he still had some more explaining to
do. “Ony, the professor knew about the spell. He blackmailed me into giving you to him. He
was threatening to tell my father terrible lies about us. It would have been beyond humiliating . . .
if my father found out he would have been very angry and not only at me . . .” Draco paused, he
knew his father’s reputation as a heartless Death Eater would make this so much easier. “The
professor told my mother about the incident with the chocolate . . . they were not pleased and my
father wanted to have you severely punished. I was afraid if Snape told my father any more about
what is going on, including the spell, that he would make sure you were made to pay for your
mistakes.” Draco was smirking inside. If that didn’t get him what he wanted all he would have to
do is give the order.

-Chocolate, why did he have to bring up chocolate? - In Hermione’s heart, chocolate had
earned its reputation as an aphrodisiac. All it took was a mere mention of chocolate to send her
mind on a trip down memory lane . . . it was a short trip consisting of one glorious dream . . .
blond hair and warm lips, demanding kisses . . . Ony blushed as she tried to remember the feel of
his lips on hers.

When Ony noticed Draco silently staring at her she realized how long her mind had been occupied
and replayed the conversation in her head so she at least had a chance of responding
appropriately. She was hesitant but finally asked, “You made a deal with Professor Snape to
protect me from your father, Master?”

Draco’s eyes widened in mock horror, “do you understand what he could’ve done? With his
ministry connections . . .”

Hermione nodded. -He didn’t want his father to cause me trouble, so he hoped I would be safe
with Snape. -

“If I had known what the professor was planning I would’ve found another way . . . I was so
worried he would hurt you,” Draco murmured sounding far more sullen than he felt.

Hermione was staring at her bare feet mulling over Draco’s words before she decided what to do.
She lifted her eyes to meet her master’s as she stepped forward. She pressed her lips to his warm
cheek and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’ into his ear as his hair tickled her nose. He immediately
turned his head and trailed his lips across her own. She was startled by the way Draco had snuck
a more intimate kiss, but only blushed in response.

Draco wasn’t surprised by the sudden expression of affection, he was playing the role of hero well
and he was after all irresistible. The Hermione Granger he had known had always disliked him
and to the best of his knowledge had avoided the trappings of romance, but Ony had been
anything but distant for quite some time. He wasn’t sure if he should continue wasting time on
seduction or if he should just start barking commands.

“What are you thanking me for?” he asked not expecting much of an answer.

-For not freaking out when I kissed you - “Thank you for protecting me from your father and for
getting me back from Snape and . . . for letting me be your house-elf,” the last was said almost as
a whisper.

Despite the whisper, Draco heard her. He took Hermione’s hands in his and pulled her closer,
leaning down and pressing his lips softly to hers. He was relieved that she didn’t pull away,
instead leaning into the kiss.

When they parted, curiosity forced him to ask. “Why did you want to be a house-elf anyway?”

-I don’t know if I want to answer that - Ony grabbed handfuls of the sheet and proceeded to
twist nervously, still stunned from the kiss. She knew that it would likely be no easier to explain
to Draco than it had been to the Headmaster. “It all started with Winky. You see, since I started
the House-Elf Liberation Front, fourth-year, and since then I’ve been trying my best to understand
how house-elves feel about being freed and the relationshipweenween house-elf and master. I’ve
talked with them about it a few times, but I had difficulty understanding Winky’s feelings toward
her old master. She was so devoted and ashamed of the fact that he had given her clothes . . . I
needed to experience it to understand why they wto bto be owned . . .”

“And do you understand why house-elves fear clothes? Do you feel the need to serve . . . to be
owned?”

Ony took in a deep shaky breath, refusing to look at her master, but nodded just the same.

“You wake each morning eager for my first order of the day? And every hour after awaiting my
next?”

Again, she nodded, “yes, Master.”

“I am very pleased to hear that, Ony.” He leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss
which left them both flushed and breathless.

-Whatever I did to deserve that, I hope I do it again! -

Draco pulled Ony onto the sofa for another heated kiss. She needed no orders, gladly submitting
to his hungry kisses and wandering hands. The kisses grew more passionate and finally Draco
pulled back. “Now perhaps you’d care to demonstrate your wandless magic . . . I am most
anxious to see it.”

-Now? - “Master, I’ve only ever done one spell without my wand,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Don’t fret, that spell will do nicely.” It didn’t matter whether or not Ony could actually perform
the spell wandlessly considering the head start the kissing had given him.

Ony’s mouth dropped open as she looked up and met his eyes. -You want me to what?! -

“Well, if you can cast it wandlessly, I think it is wise that you know the counter curse.” Draco’s
eyes held a feral gleam.

-I didn’t think it had a counter curse - Ony nervously complied with her master’s request. She
cast the spell, her eyes widening in mixed fascination and horror as the bulge grew beneath her
master’s robes. It was not as large as Professor Snape’s had been, but the sight was equally
surreal. “I don’t know the counter curse, Master.”

“That’s okay Ony. I’ll teach you.” Ony was oblivious to her master’s mocking tone.

Draco ordered her to kneel before him. She was looking wary, but said nothing till he unfastened
his robes. “Master?” -What the hell is going on here? -

“The counter curse requires physical contact . . . just a simple swish and flick of the wrist.”

Ony’s eyes flitted between her master’s face and his lap. Each time her eyes met his, she felt more
apprehension and he wore an even more displeased expression than the last, until finally she
tentatively reached out and took him in her hand. Are all Gryffindors this naive, Draco
wondered?

Draco wrapped his hand firmly around Ony’s smaller one and delighting in thoughts of what was
to come. He encouraged her to tighten her grip and use a bit more wrist as they began stroking.
Ony appeared nervous but had focused all her attention on his words and the cock in her hand.
“It’s not working,” Ony declared after a few minutes.

“Oh yes it is,” replied Draco. He couldn’t understand how could little-Miss-know-it-all be so
bloody oblivious.

“It just seems to be getting harder.” Her eyes were wide and she licked her lips nervously.

“Well then you need to use your mouth as well.”

“You haven’t told me the incantation . . .”

“I meant put it in your mouth,” Draco said tiring of the game. He just wanted Ony to shut up and
suck him, was that too unreasonable?

Ony blinked at him as her mouth fell open in shock. -I don’t think this is the counter curse - she
thought, but remained silent. She was hesitant and her master was growing impatient.

“Dammit, there is no counter curse . . . are you satisfied? This is better than any stupid counter
curse.” He wrapped his hands in her smooth hair and pulled her parted lips in the direction of his
aching erection.

Draco was content once Ony had finally understood and stopped questioning him, or at least her
mouth was too occupied for questions. He thrust into her mouth and wondered how she could
live in a dorm with Lavender Brown and learn nothing about sex; she was far from discreet.

It was over far too soon for his liking, but was far more satisfying than his time alone in the
shower. With his helpful instruction it had turned out to be quite satisfying considering it was her
first blowjob. He relaxed in his afterglow while Ony fetched a warm flannel to clean up what she
hadn’t managed to swallow.

-I don’t believe I just did that -

His mind was filling quickly with the memories of old fantasies he hoped he might soon fulfill. He
had never been quite so pleased to have a house-elf before.

Over the next few days, Draco fulfilled many of his fantasies. When he remembered Ony’s
reaction to his first request for a bath and decided that having his own personal bath girl would be
entertaining.

It went beyond amusing when her white garments became soaked from his splashing and he was
granted his first ever wet-pillowcase contest. Ony, being the only contestant, won. He pulled her
into the tub with him so he could plunder her in the foamy water. Draco wasn’t sure if she
enjoyed her prize as much as he did, but he really didn’t care. Water soaked the floor of the
bathroom, and he thought it might be amusing to stay and watch his house-elf, on her hands and
knees, cleaning the puddles of bath water.

As the days passed by, Draco was running out of unfulfilled fantasies. He’d enjoyed watching her
pleasure herself almost as much as watching her pleasuring him and he delighted in commanding
her to come without any warning, testing the extent of her obedience.

That was when his mind wandered back to the day he had pressed his ear to Ony’s door and
listened to her hungry moans. Now he knew the noises hadn’t been the product of a liaison with
Professor Snape, but a dream about him. He ordered Ony to share the details of her dream with
him . . . That night he pandered to her wishes for a change and was not disappointed with the
delightful sounds she made beneath him. Ony may be shy and naive, but with the proper training
Draco figured she might be worth keeping.

                                                                        ***

When the end of their third week came Draco was still unsure of what to do. He had spent the
better part of a week training Ony to be the perfect fuck toy and she had turned out nicely. The
problem was if she told anyone about what he had done, he would surely be expelled, but he
didn’t want to return to the likes of Pansy and Blaise and their half-hearted sucking. Ony had
learned how to pleasure him like no other, and he didn’t want to Obliviate her and throw away the
best fuck he’d ever had.

It was early in the morning on their last day; the train would be showing up and he could no
longer keep Ony. It was time to make his decision. His wand in one hand and a black lace bra in
the other, he prepared to cast the spell.

-Will everything be different tomorrow - “Master . . . ?”

“Yes Ony?”

“After the train comes . . . after you give me that,” she pointed blushing at the lacy undergarment.
“Will we . . . can I . . .” Ony became more and more frustrated when the words wouldn’t come.

“Are you saying you want to continue this, even after you turn in your pillowcase? That you
would allow me to do as I please without the spells in place?”

Ony blushed and nodded. “I’d like that . . . I’d hate to forget everything we’ve done . . .
everything you taught me.”

Draco could hardly believe what he was hearing. Gryffindor’s Miss innocent was asking to
remain his . . . “I guess you really do understand about being a house-elf Ony . . .” Draco smiled,
he would have to explain this to his father, but he knew he would understand.

                                                                        ***

fin

Was this truly necessary? NO

Why did I do it then? Well, I guess I had to get it out of my system.

~Whomping Willow ~
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