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Black Leather	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: This will be the third installment of what I'm going to start calling the "His Knickers" series... which means I'm going to have to go back and relabel them. YAY. If you haven't already, you might want to go read Pink Lace and then White Silk. This story will make more sense if you do. If not, it still reads pretty good as a stand alone I think. Anyway, I was in a weird mood and so many of you asked for a third story that I didn't have the heart to hold back. Enjoy:

Six months. Six sodding months. Draco wanted to punch something and scream and throw a fit and rail about the injustice of it all. Instead, he blew out a breath and dipped his brush in the indigo paint. Amanda would look good in indigo. It would match those soft blue eyes of hers. He didn’t used to think about things like that, not until he went to the Academy. He found himself missing the place, if only to see Amanda’s smiling face again. It was better than the sneers and cutting remarks he got on a daily basis now.
He slid the brush across the canvas, blocking in the color and studying the way it mixed on the canvas. This would definitely be an impressionistic piece. He couldn’t bring himself to paint Amanda realistically. What if she’d changed? He didn’t want to immortalize her in paint incorrectly, not that he’d actually keep this painting either. It was just another skill he’d picked up at the Academy, while in hiding, painting and drawing and sketching. He did enjoy art, though it probably didn’t help with the darkness brooding inside him. It just gave him an outlet other than hunting Weasley down and beating the fuck out of him.
A knock on the door startled him, making him miss a stroke and take out part of an ear. Bugger. Well, it didn’t look too bad. He added a few more strokes, taking out the neck and part of the hairline. There. Now it was just the eyes and nose with a hint of smile, that huge grin that always seemed to brighten his day. He wanted to see it again, just one more time. But there was another knock and he threw down his brush on his pallet.
“Wait just a bloody minute!” he yelled. He cleaned his brush and set it to the side, muttering darkly. “Can’t even relax for five sodding minutes. Everyone beating down my fucking door every time I try to bloody well do something. Can’t even take a proper bath for Merlin’s sake.” He yanked the door open. “WHAT?”
Harry Potter stood at his door, smirking. He wanted to knock his fucking teeth in. Instead, he stepped back and allowed the messy haired pain in his arse inside, slamming the door behind him.
Potter cocked is head, studying the half-finished painting. “Pretty good, Malfoy. Who’s the girl?”
“None of your fucking business, Potter,” Draco said darkly.
Luckily, Potter knew when to quit pushing. “So I bet you were wondering why I stopped by.”
“Not really,” Draco snapped, grabbing his palette and studying the canvas.
Yellow. It needed Indian yellow and maybe a bit of Cadmium yellow, perhaps orange. He busied himself mixing, trying valiantly to ignore Potter and the way he was studying Draco’s every move as if he were a bug under a glass. He knew his appearance was startling. Draco didn’t much care what anyone thought of him anymore. He liked his eyeliner and his lip gloss and his long hair and he wasn’t going to give them up. He did give up skirts and blouses and those horrible Mary Janes though. There was one other thing he hadn’t given up, though he wouldn’t admit it to another soul save for one person, and she hadn’t talked to him in six months.
“I don’t suppose you want this back,” Potter said, setting Draco’s wand on a nearby table.
“Went without it for nine months,” Draco said softly. “Six more was cake.”
“You want it,” Potter said. “I can see your fingers twitch.”
“Holding the paintbrush too long,” Draco said, adding the contrasting color.
It was beautiful, setting the colors apart and adding that special spark that Amanda had. He admired his work for a minute before declaring it finished. He took his time cleaning off his board and paintbrush. Potter could wait… or leave. It didn’t matter. The only thing Potter’s presence reminded him of was the fact that the one woman he’d pined for had lied to him. It was only fair. What woman in her right mind would want a tainted coward like himself?
“Take it,” Potter said once Draco had nothing else to put away.
Draco huffed and grabbed his wand, his eyes fluttering closed when the familiar humming raced through him. He’d lied to Potter. Those six months had been hell. At least when he’d had to spend time at the all-girl muggle Academy, he’d had the blasted thing. After the war, the Ministry had taken it from him barring investigation. It was wholly unfair and part of the reason that he hadn’t heard from Granger. She didn’t want to cause any scandal that the Ministry could construe as him cheating on his probation. At least that’s what Potter had told him. Didn’t make it hurt any less though.
“You’re probation is officially over,” Potter said quietly. “What are you going to do now?”
Draco sighed and opened his eyes. “I’m going back to the Saint Francis Academy.”
“What?” Potter asked, eyes wide.
“I have loose ends I need to tie up.”
Potter frowned. “Meaning?”
Draco sighed. “Relax Potter, I’m not killing anyone. I just… I have to go back.”
“To see her,” Potter said, nodding to the portrait. “I thought you were with Hermione.”
Draco snorted, turning his back to Potter. “She is with the weasel, nursing his lazy arse back to health. His name should be Sloth. I bet he hasn’t lifted one finger in six bloody months, has he?”
Potter valiantly fought down his smirk. “You try losing a leg, Malfoy.”
Draco sniffed, knowing his was a bit of a hypocrite. He’d played up more than one injury in his lifetime. But this was different. “Wanker blames me for it, too.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Potter said quietly. “Snape’s curse is deadly.”
“I know,” Draco said, rubbing his chest in memory. “I never saw who threw it.”
“Do you really want to know?”
Draco huffed and rolled his eyes. “My father.”
Potter nodded, looking down and fiddling with his hands. “If you hadn’t knocked Ron out of the way with that blasting curse, he’d be dead.”
“Little consolation,” Draco said, walking across the flat and pulling a black leather duster out of his closet. “Thanks for my wand, Potter. Now kindly bugger off.”
“She still wants you, Malfoy.”
Draco froze, his duster halfway on. He shook his head and finished dressing before grabbing his wallet and keys.
“I mean it,” Potter called when he got to the door.
Draco turned to face him, yanking his hair out of the topknot he’d had it in. “She has a funny way of showing it.”
And he left, gaping Potter in the middle of his flat and all.
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He took a deep breath to center himself. Saint Francis Academy for Young Women loomed ahead. His heart beat a tattoo in his chest. This was insanely stupid. Amanda would be fine without him, better actually. But he was a selfish prick and he wanted her in his life. He was a realist though. She could just slap him and tell him that she never wanted to see his sorry lying arse ever again. He had to try though, if only to set his mind at rest. It would be a cold and lonely existence without his best friend, especially since Granger had decided to stay with the bloody weasel through his difficult time. Fucking wanker.
He stood and took out his wand, allowing himself a smile as it warmed in his hand. This would be much easier with it. He waved it in a precise pattern before tapping his head, his body thrumming with pent up magic. His long blond hair turned mahogany, curling into ringlets. His grey eyes turned mud brown. Eye shadow, blush, and mascara joined the makeup already on his face. The final touch was a flick to his chest, making it appear as if he had breasts. He refused to change his shoes, opting to glamour the dragon hide boots into something a little more feminine with a kitten heel. A conjured mirror confirmed his appearance. He looked like Doreen Malloy. Good.
He affected the walk it had taken him months to get down, a slight hip sway but not overly done. He hadn’t realized that women walked so differently until he’d spent some time surrounded by them. At the entrance gate, he rang the bell and patiently waited for the guard.
“Miss Malloy?”
Draco smiled and ducked his head, forcing himself to blush. “Hullo Jess.”
“I thought you graduated last year,” Jess the guard said, a soft smile on his face.
Draco blushed harder and shrugged. “I… I left before I could.”
“Ah, family emergency. Everything alright?”
He let his smile drop and a pained expression cross his face. “It will be eventually.”
Jess gave him a sympathetic smile. “You’re a strong woman, dear. I have no doubt you’ll be right as rain in no time.”
Draco wanted to laugh in the old man’s face. Instead, he nodded and gave another demure smile. “Can I go in?”
“Sure, sweetheart. Go on.”
Draco thanked him profusely and hurried up the walk. He didn’t want to lose his nerve. Thankfully, he reached the doors before he could chicken out. He pushed on, traversing the halls with familiarity until he got to Amanda’s door. She normally took a nap after her last class of the day. It might have been a new school year, but her routine wouldn’t change. He knocked softly, his stomach in knots. The door opened and he held his breath, taking her in. She was just as he remembered her, soft eyes and a smile that warmed the heart.
“Doreen?” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
Draco gave her a crooked smile and nodded, grunting when she slammed into him hard enough to knock back into the door behind him. He laughed and held her tight, enjoying basking in her warmth. It had been so long since anyone had held him like that, in acceptance and love. He only hoped it would last.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” Amanda blubbered, wiping tears from her eyes.
“I had to see you,” Draco whispered. “I have so much to tell you.”
“Well, come on,” she said, pulling him toward her room.
“Not here,” he said quietly. “Can you sneak out?”
“You’re asking me?”
He laughed and nodded, pulling her out into the hall and down a few different corridors. He was a master at sneaking out, a left over from his days at Hogwarts. Now that he could use magic, it was child’s play. He placed a few charms on them and hurried her off to their favorite place, a park about a mile away. She’d introduced it to him after his first run in with Coraline, the terror of the Academy. He’d fallen in love with the place, the lush green grounds and the birds and the joggers.
“So, what did you want to tell me?” Amanda asked, sitting down on their bench.
Draco ran a hand through is hair and took a deep breath. “I… I’m not who you think I am.”
“I know you’re a lesbian,” she said quietly. “I told you, I don’t care.”
“It’s a little more extreme than that.”
“What, like you’re a man?”
He swallowed hard and nodded, preparing himself to take a hit.
“No fucking way.”
He blew out a breath and dropped his voice. “It’s true.”
Her jaw hung open so long he feared for her sanity. Then that familiar fire sparked in her eyes and she was off. “Why in the bleeding hell didn’t you tell me? I… I was naked in front of you.”
Draco cringed and let her rail about what a slimy little arse he was, how he was the lowest of the low and she had a good mind to punch his lights out. He let her, knowing that it was the ultimate betrayal. He felt about an inch tall.
“Why, Doreen? Is that even your real name?”
“It’s Draco,” he said quietly. “And I did it to save my life.”
He took a deep breath and started from the beginning, pouring his heart out. He told her that he was a wizard, explained how he was raised and taught to look unfavorably upon those without magic, and went on to tell her about his change of heart. He told her about the war and how he had to hide until the time was right. The only thing he didn’t tell her about was Granger. That was still a little too raw.
“You’re having me on,” she said after a long pause.
He huffed a laugh. “Could I seriously make this shit up?”
“So you hid in an all-girl school for non-magical people because your dad was trying to kill you?”
“Along with half the wizarding world, yes.”
Amanda narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t believe you.”
“You should.”
Draco jumped at the voice that still haunted him. He spun and gasped, noticing that Potter was with Granger. She looked as beautiful as ever, even in jeans and a ratty t-shirt with her hair pulled back in a sloppy bun. He couldn’t let them distract them so he frowned.
“What are you two doing here?”
“Making sure you don’t ruin your freedom you idiot,” Granger growled.
He huffed. “Well, I’m glad you have your priorities straight, considering my probation is over. As you can see, I’m not doing anything illegal.”
“I can,” Granger said, stalking even closer.
He tensed, wondering what she was about to do. He’d waited for her for six long months. No word. No letters, no messages, no indication that they had ever had even a moment together. The Slytherin in him had to admire her manipulation. She’d played him like a harp the night before the war and he’d certainly had no regrets. But he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t think he could handle it. He was handling it rather badly, actually.
“Who, what, I… I don’t…” Amanda said, raking her hands through her hair. “I don’t know you.”
Draco sighed and ran after her when she took off, overtaking her easily. “Just give me a chance to explain,” he pleaded, falling to his knees. “It’s still me. It’s my personality. I didn’t change that.”
“No, you just pretended you had tits and a vag.”
He sighed and nodded. “I know but please just give me a chance? Please?”
“Why even bother?” Amanda whispered.
“You’re the only thing I have left,” he breathed.
“What about them?” she asked, nodding towards Granger and Potter who were standing back at the bench.
He sighed. “They’re not my friends.”
“She certainly looks at you like more than friends.”
Draco laughed sadly. “I’m just her play toy.”
Amanda cocked her head, studying him for a while. “What do you really look like?”
He frowned and pulled his wand, waving it in front of his face. His excess makeup and eye color faded, leaving her gasping for breath.
“You… you weren’t joking! You really can do magic.”
He smiled. “Yep. You already know I’m blond and I’d take the color off but that might attract a little too much attention.”
“You’re still pretty,” she said, smirking at his scoff. “Fine. I… you want to go have some tea?”
He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her into his chest for a hug. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Your non-friends are gone,” she said when she pulled back.
He looked back over and nodded. “Yeah. Come on. Let’s get some tea. I’ve got loads more to tell you.”
“I’m not sure I can take many more shocks today.”
He smiled and grabbed her hand. “I’ll try to keep it boring.”
“Doreen, Draco, whatever your name is… you’ve never been boring.”
He laughed and started walking to the little café down the street. At least something had gone right that day. He just wished he could have his cake and eat it too.
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“How was your date?”
Draco pursed his lips and threw his keys down on the entryway table before he shut his flat door. “Breaking and entering now, Granger?”
“Easy to do when you have no wards up.”
“And whose bloody fault is that? How am I supposed to put wards up without magic?”
“Harry gave your wand back before you left.”
He huffed and waved his wand, taking the hair color out. He’d already reversed the rest of the glamours. “Pardon me if I forgot. It isn’t like it would be habit, is it?”
“It wasn’t my idea to take your wand,” she said, getting up from his chair. “I still can’t believe they put you on probation! You charged in first for Merlin’s sake.”
He turned to study the painting of fruit hanging over his entryway table. “Yeah, well, once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater, right?”
She came up beside him and put her hand on his shoulder. “You know I don’t think that.”
“How’s Weasley?” he snapped, shrugging her hand off.
“Lucky he isn’t dead,” she said darkly, grabbing his arm and roughly jerking him around. “Why are you brushing me off?”
“Me? Brushing you off? Are you fucking joking?”
“You never wrote!” she cried. “You never called. You never came by.”
He sniffed. “Have you ever tried to get into Grimmauld Place without a wand?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“It’s under a fidelity charm, Granger. Use that fucking brilliant mind of yours.”
“You need a wand to see the charm,” she whispered. “Oh, I hadn’t even thought about that.”
“Yeah,” he snapped. “And this is a muggle flat, Granger. No floo. No muggle post. I wasn’t allowed an owl and I had to have supervision if I went anywhere magical to procure one. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to do that with some Ministry twit looking over my bloody shoulder.”
“No, I suppose not,” she said softly.
“Not like you went out of your way either,” he said with a sneer.
“I couldn’t come by,” she said. “Not without arousing suspicion. Harry told you that.”
“Yep,” he said shortly, turning to take his duster off.
“Wait,” she called pulling him back. “I didn’t want to affect your probation. But I did write.”
“Really?” He crossed his arms. “When?”
“Every day,” she said, tears forming in her eyes. “You never wrote back. I was really vague in case it was intercepted. I never addressed it to you personally. But I wrote.”
“I never received one scrap of parchment and I know the Ministry didn’t intercept it. There is actually a charm in place to keep them honest.”
“I know,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
“What was I supposed to think? You shacked up with the weasel and I haven’t seen you since.”
She shrugged. “I… I don’t know. I didn’t know you didn’t get my letters.”
“Yeah, well,” he said, softening despite himself.
He hated it but she just had this way of getting under his skin. What was it with the women he got mixed up with? They had him twisting himself into pretzels to try and please them. But they’d both proven worth it. He just didn’t know if his heart could hold up to it.
“How is Amanda?”
He couldn’t help but smile. “She’s going to give me a chance.”
“You were out late.”
He nodded. “It’s a lot to get through but she’s promised not to tell. Who’d believe her, right?”
“She’s cute.”
He immediately went on point. If he had learned anything at all during his time at the Academy, it was that girls did NOT point out the cuteness of another girl without an ulterior motive. Usually, it was either a bashing session or a fishing expedition, either for compliments or a reason to hate the girl. He didn’t want that.
“What do you have against her?” he asked, hoping to just hit the conflict head on.
“You ran to her the second you were free.”
“Yes, well, you try being separated from the only person who actually gave a damn about you.”
“I care,” she hissed. “I told you that.”
“And then you wait on that fucking wanker hand and foot and wand and who knows what else the second the bloody war is over!”
He was breathing hard from his outburst but it was the truth. He couldn’t sleep at night, nightmares from the war and thoughts that Weasley was taking advantage of Granger in more ways than just hospitality plaguing him. It was stupid and petty and he didn’t care.
“You… you think I slept with him?” she whispered.
“I didn’t say that,” he said, jerking out of her grip and walking to his closet.
“You thought it,” she said darkly.
“What was I supposed to think?” he cried. “You obviously thought I was going after Amanda to sleep with her!”
“I didn’t say that,” she said weakly.
“You thought it,” he said snidely. “But Amanda is my friend and I never ever expected more than that. Is it so hard to believe that I’d truly want a friend?”
“No,” she said softly, walking up and putting her hands on his shoulders to keep him from taking the duster off. “I’m sorry, Draco. I really am. But I meant what I said before the war. I want you.”
“Do you?” he asked, knowing he was being a bit harsh. “Do you really? You want me, a disgraced Death Eater, failed spy, the reason your precious bloody weasel has only one leg.”
“You saved him,” she said softly. “And you aren’t a failure, Draco. You fought like a warrior.”
He huffed. “Apparently it wasn’t enough. I know you’ve seen the papers.”
“Rita Skeeter can fuck off,” she snapped. “You and Snape both deserve fucking medals, not probation and scrutiny. And I would be proud to be on your arm, Draco.”
He smirked, unable to stop the naughty thought. “You’d allow that?”
“In public,” she said, running a finger down the leather duster. “And maybe sometimes out of it.”
“Thought you wanted to be the boss?”
She smirked. “Sometimes. I must say, this duster looks amazing on you.”
He looked down and laughed. It was an impulse purchase made when he was wholly depressed after the war. He hadn’t wanted to wear wizarding robes anymore, not feeling much like a wizard without a wand. The black duster had been in the window of a muggle shop and he’d loved it. In that shop he also learned that men could wear eyeliner and still be masculine. The cherry lip gloss was a stretch but he hardly cared anymore.
“I wonder what is underneath,” she purred.
He unbuttoned a few buttons to show her the plain white tee splattered with a bit of paint. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingers playing over his muscles. She hummed in appreciation, her caresses igniting a desire in him he thought wouldn’t show again.
“No corset,” she said, pouting prettily.
“No,” he said. “Definitely not. No corsets and no bras and no pads and no skirts and no more bloody ugly pinchy shoes.”
She laughed and then raised a brow. “You never said no knickers.”
He couldn’t fight the blush that rose on his cheeks. The one other thing he hadn’t given up, the one thing he wouldn’t tell anyone, not even Amanda. He kept wearing them in hopes that maybe, maybe his luck would turn and she’d come back.
“I wonder,” she said, her hands running lower to unzip his denims. She pulled them open with a jerk and gasped. “What is that?”
He cleared his throat and looked away. “What?”
“Is that… vinyl?”
“No,” he snapped.
She grabbed her wand and tapped his chest, making his shirt disappear but not his jacket. His denims were next, revealing the secret he’d kept since they’d first been together.
“Black leather knickers,” she whispered, pulling his coat out to the sides and looking around at his arse. “Where did you find these delightful little things? It shows the bottom of your cheeks. That can’t breathe.”
“The lining is cotton,” he said, suddenly uncomfortable with her scrutiny.
“Wow,” she breathed, dropping to her knees so suddenly he almost yelped. “Turn around.”
“What are we doing, Granger?”
“Hermione,” she snapped.
“Hermione.”
“I told you that I wanted you. Ron’s been well enough for a while now but I felt sorry for him, losing his leg and all.”
“So why aren’t you still there?” he asked, trying to ignore the way her breath ghosted over his thighs.
“He… that bastard… he propositioned me! He said he’d get better if he could exercise and he knew just the thing.”
“Nasty.”
“Exactly,” she said. “Then he accused me of stepping out on him, which is impossible because we weren’t together to step out on him in the first place. He said… oh Merlin.”
“What?”
“He said I wanted to run to my little pet. That bastard. He’s been destroying my notes!”
Draco’s jaw tightened. “What exactly did they say?”
“The only thing that was even remotely damning was the fact that I addressed you as pet, because boy seemed a bit too personal on paper.”
“I’ll cut his other fucking leg off.”
“Draco,” she scolded.
“Maybe a small hex?”
She hummed and ran her hand over his thigh, making him tense. “Maybe. But he only postponed this. And he might be my friend, but he’ll never be more. Now turn around.”
He sighed and did as he was told, secretly loving it. The back of his duster lifted up and the sudden breeze caused goose bumps to break out all over his skin. Despite everything he’d thought the past six months, his mind went white when she smacked his arse. The sting made him grunt. But then she rubbed over it and he melted, allowing a small groan to escape.
“I missed this,” she whispered. “I missed you.”
“We’ve only slept together twice, Hermione,” he said, trying to keep his head.
“Well, we’ll have to fix that,” she said, smacking his right cheek. “I’m not opposed to getting to know you a little better.”
He gasped when he felt a jerk and a hot wet sensation. There was no way she was... oh sweet Merlin. She was licking his arse where his cheeks peeked out from the material. It sounded disgusting but now, feeling it, he hoped she’d never quit. The warm sensation followed but the chill of her breath was breaking him down quickly. He really was weak and he couldn’t bring himself to care. Another sharp smack to his left cheek made his legs tremble.
“Walk forward and put your hands on the wall,” she said, her voice husky.
He almost stumbled forward, thankful the wall was only a few feet away. The duster brushed over his arse, creating an interesting sensation that wasn’t wholly unpleasant. He braced himself with his arms, feet shoulder width apart. The dragon hide boots made thudding sounds as he adjusted his stance. He jumped when they disappeared off his feet.
“Shit, that is hot,” she said softly. “I really like you in leather.”
“Better than pink lace or white silk?”
“Mmmm. It’s close.” She jerked the duster up to expose his arse again. “But I definitely like the cut of these knickers. Are they really women’s knickers?”
He chuckled. “Actually they are. They have them in men’s but…”
“Still holding out hope,” she breathed, snatching the side and letting it snap against him. “Well, they are brilliant. But you’ve got to start wearing pants.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll never be able to leave if you don’t.”
He sniffed. “I’ll never wear pants again.”
She slapped his arse so fast and hard that he helped, his cheek flush with the wall from the force. That hurt. And he never wanted another smack so badly in his life. She chuckled and rubbed the print her hand made before slowly sliding the leather knickers down his legs.
“Your arse is amazing, by the way. So tight… firm.”
He gasped again when she squeezed with both hands, clenching his arse tightly and then kneading his cheeks. It was all he could do to keep his hips tilted towards her and not hump the wall like an oversexed schoolboy. What was it about Granger that made him feel like a quivering virgin? Then again, he’d rocked her world once too. He smirked at the memory of her begging him to pound her harder and then gasped as she hit him again, this time right where his cheeks met his arse.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Hermione whispered, leaning forward to place kisses along his lower back. “Take the duster off.”
Draco stood on shaky legs and quickly shucked the duster, throwing it blindly at the closet. He didn’t much care where it landed. Nothing mattered when Hermione was peppering his lower back and upper arse with kisses. He’d waited six long months for this. His cock twitched, already so hard he could barely stand it. He was going to blow his load if she didn’t stop. But she ran a finger between his legs and gently rubbed is balls.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Mistress, please.”
“Please what boy?”
“It’s been too long. Please, please put the ring on.”
“We figured out a way around it last time,” she said, her breath ghosting over his thighs.
“No,” he almost growled and jerked when she smacked his thigh sharply. “No, please Mistress,” he whispered. “I want to be inside you so bad. Please? It’s been too long.”
She sighed and brought her arms around to his sides, running them up as she stood behind him. Her body molded to his as she hugged him. He could feel her soft cloth covered breasts press up against him and bit back a groan at the feeling.
“Do you think your entry table will hold my weight?”
He frowned in confusion but studied the table none the less. “I could spell it that way. But why?”
“Because I want to watch you fuck me.”
His jaw dropped in the most un-Malfoy-like gape but still managed to hold himself still. She chuckled as his whole body went rigid and kissed him in between his shoulder blades. The gentle gesture made him melt.
“Turn around and undress me, boy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said hoarsely, gently breaking away from her grip and turning.
Her hair was hanging in wild curls all over her head, making her look like some sort of vengeful nature spirit. Combined with her flushed face and bright eyes glowing with lust, he was hard pressed not to cum in his knickers.
“Merlin you’re beautiful,” he blurted out, his eyes widening at his surprising lack of control. She quirked a brow and he cleared his throat. “Mistress,” he added quickly.
“Thank you, boy,” she said, bringing a finger up to run along the ridges in his abdomen. “But I believe I gave you an order.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said quickly, reaching out and deftly plucking at the buttons of her shirt.
“Slowly,” she warned. “I want you to savor this as much as I do.”
“You savor this?” he asked, startled at her admission. “Uh, Mistress.”
She smiled at him, a gentle smile that made him want to kiss her. “I do.”
His fingers trembled as he slowly parted her blouse, gasping at the navy blue lace underneath. It looked amazing against her fair skin, showing just a hint of flesh beneath. He gently placed his fingertips on her stomach, running them up and to her sides, barely skimming the outside of her breasts before rising to her shoulders to push the offending garment off.
“I want to kiss you, Mistress.”
“You may,” she said, tilting her chin up for easier access.
He smirked and planted a kiss on her right shoulder beside the delicate strap. She gasped and then shivered as he planted another kiss further up, just shy of her collar bone and another at the base of her throat. Her head tilted back and he kissed just below her jaw and then on the cheek before caressing the side of her mouth with his nose.
She let out a breathy moan and grabbed the back of his head, fisting his hair in her hands. He let her guide him fully to her mouth and opened willingly when she forced her tongue into his mouth. He reveled in her power and his surrender as she thoroughly plundered his mouth, relishing the fact that she was in his arms at all. He thought he’d lost her. That thought make him pull her into him, clutching her like a child would a stuffed animal.
She pulled back, jerking his hair a little so he would get the message. He sighed and stepped back, quickly dropping to his knees. He might not be able to kiss her mouth any longer, but she hadn’t revoked the privilege of kissing her elsewhere. He placed his lips right above her naval as he undid her denims, sliding them over her shapely hips. He braced, letting her steady herself using his shoulders. The loss of her stomach on his lips made his heart twinge a bit but he saw the little lace boy shorts she wore and had to reach down to stop himself from cumming.
“Definitely a ring,” she said, flicking the wand that was still in her hand.
He big back a growl at the feeling of the metal ring clamping down on his throbbing cock but it was a relief. At least he would at least be able to control himself until he got inside her. That thought followed by the breath she blew in his ear and he let out a hoarse scream as he went over, waves of ecstasy flowing through his veins. He hung his head in shame and a little confusion when he discovered that he hadn’t actually shot his seed.
“Dry orgasm,” Hermione said, forcing his chin up to look at her. “Painful and pleasurable, no?”
“How?” he croaked.
“Magic,” she said, her lips quirked in a mischievous smirk. “You won’t spill yourself until I say you can, but you can have as many orgasms as I can.”
“Impossible,” he breathed.
She shook her head. “Nope. Six months is a long time to find new and exciting things.”
“So you didn’t spend all your time waiting on the weasel?”
“Of course not,” she said, her voice husky. “When I wasn’t reading about sex magic, I had my fingers shoved in my pussy thinking of you.”
He hissed, his hips jerking up of their own accord. The thought of her bringing herself to orgasm to visions of him was enough to make him go over again. He’d never hated a magical implement so much in his life… or loved one. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Now,” she breathed. “Finish the job. Be rough. No holding back. I want to feel your power. But remember, I’m still in control.”
He sprang up, cock protesting against his knickers the entire way and unsnapped her bra, yanking it from her body. She said rough so he yanked her knickers off, tearing them at the seams with his bare hands and a tiny pulse of magic that he couldn’t hold back. She moaned in delight and squealed when he spun and cleared the table with one swift jerk of his arm. Then he spun again and practically threw her on the table. It creaked and bucked underneath him so he snatched her wand from her hands and said a bracing charm before giving it back to her, standing perfectly still even though he loomed over her.
“What are you waiting for, boy?” she growled.
He tried to keep the smirk off his face as he pushed her. “You said undress you roughly, Mistress. My job is finished.”
She scowled, spreading her legs wider and yanking his hips closer with her feet. She yanked her wand up and banished his knickers to Merlin knew where, making his cock spring forward. Then she threw her wand down and glared at him.
“Boy, if you don’t shove that cock as far inside my pussy as it will go, I swear I’ll walk out that door and I won’t come back.”
“Your wish is my command, Mistress,” he snarled, lining himself up at her entrance.
He slammed forward, sliding into the hilt with a jerk. She shrieked and clawed his back, her hips bucking in protest at the sudden entrance. He held himself still, sweat beading on his forehead as she adjusted to his girth. She moaned and writhed over him, making him grit his teeth against the sensations of her tight sheath massaging him so perfectly. He didn’t know how she managed to feel so amazing time after time but if possible, this was even better. There was no war looming over them. He wasn’t leaving the next day to hide in an all-girl muggle school. His probation was over. There was nothing stopping them from this moment.
“Move, boy,” she hissed. “And I want it rough, teeth and claws and you’d better damn well test that spell you just cast.”
“As you wish, Mistress,” he growled, pulling back and slamming himself back in.
She cried out in shock and pleasure. “Again!”
He complied, tearing into her in a way he’d never pictured himself being. He took out all his frustration on her. She’d forced him to pose as a muggle woman and yanked him out only to heal her and have her again. Then they’d fought a war and she’d bloody well disappeared. He bent her further backwards and snatched her hips closer to his, making her back arch and her breasts bounce enticingly. She said teeth so he sank his in, biting at the bouncing globes and making her hiss. She clamped down on him, crying out in ecstasy as her walls spasmed and her body trembled. Another dry orgasm wracked his body.
He didn’t stop there, fucking her through it and reaching around to flick her clit, sending her into another spiraling orgasm that had her wailing. He loved hearing her sounds but he was almost drowning her out, unable to fight back the groans and growls spilling from his mouth. The sounds seemed to spurn her on, pushing her into yet another climax. She was screaming now, begging him not to stop, to give her all he had. He complied.
Sweat dripped down his back as he plunged into her, taking everything he could get. He was careful to listen to her instructions, not wanting to hurt her. He trusted her to be able to tell him when to stop but that order never came. Her head slammed into the wall as she went over again and he all but stopped until her eyes flew open and wild rage reflected back at him.
“Don’t you dare,” she yelled, her voice hoarse. “You take it all.”
“But you’re head,” he huffed, complying, albeit slowly.
“I don’t care,” she said, tears filling her eyes. “Don’t you understand how badly we need this?”
“Not if it hurts you,” he said quietly.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Trust me. I’ll tell you if I’m not. And you are dangerously close to pissing me off, boy. Do you want me to be pissed off?”
“No Mistress,” he said, lunging forward and pulling her hips into him at the same time.
He continued on, both of them dripping and sliding and cursing and fucking and biting and scratching. She was begging him to finish her and he was desperately close, a feeling of need like he’d never experienced before pressing down on him. His bollocks ached with the need to cum and his whole body was trembling in exhaustion, his muscles tight with another impending orgasm.
She opened her eyes and looked straight into his, gifting him with a beautiful smile. His breath left at how amazing she looked and he burst into sobs, burying his head into her shoulder. She felt so good and he was so tired and on edge and even relieved that she was here. He couldn’t see himself with anyone else, not ever, and the fear that she’d leave again was almost overwhelming.
Then the cock ring disappeared. “Come with me, boy,” she whispered.
White hot lighting shot through is body as he came harder than he’d ever come in his life. His vision went black as he clung to Hermione, desperately trying to keep up his rhythm. And then her walls clamped down on him like a vase and he sobbed harder, the emotions and the feelings hitting him like a tidal wave. He finally collapsed, leaning on her and the table because his legs wouldn’t hold his weight anymore. And he let himself cry some more, for once in his life not caring who saw or what they thought. Hermione wouldn’t judge him. He knew that now. Especially since he felt her tears running down his back.
After who knew how long, his sobs abated and she started caressing his hair. “You-“
A knock at the door interrupted whatever she was going to say. He punched the wall in frustration. Couldn’t everyone just leave him alone?
“Go the bloody hell away!” he screamed.
“Official Ministry Business!”
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing himself and looking around his flat. “Where are my clothes?”
“Accio,” she said, flicking her wand and summoning his denims.
He hissed as he slid from her body, already mourning the loss of her exquisite heat. He cast a quick cleaning spell on himself and her before hopping into his denims with wobbly legs. He smirked when she groaned and pulled herself off the table. She’d definitely feel that in the morning.
“The rest of it?” he asked, motioning to his chest.
“You’re decent enough,” she said wistfully.
“Going to look silly in just trousers with claw and bite marks all over my body.”
“They can hang,” she growled but then shook her head and summoned his duster, buttoning it up. “There, all covered. Now answer the bloody door.”
He waited a tic to let her get dressed and threaded his fingers through his tousled hair, finally settling on twisting it into a chignon and shoving his wand through it to hold it. Then he cast a small glamour to hide his red rimmed eyes. He let out a sigh and opened the door, muttering a string of curses when Amanda’s face appeared.
“Are you okay?”
Amanda sniffled and shuffled into his flat, warily eyeing the wand that was held on her by an auror. “Who are these people?”
“Aurors,” Draco said darkly. “Wizarding bobbies. But why are you here?”
“Draco Malfoy,” the auror announced. “You have broken wizarding degree number 1456552524 which states that a wizard will never knowingly expose the wizarding world to a muggle who has no ties to magical relatives.”
“That’s a load of bollocks,” Hermione cried as she ran up behind him, hair hanging loose and free, obviously to hide the love bites he’d left all over her neck. “It’s only exposure if the wizard in question did so flagrantly and in wide view of several muggles without the promise of secrecy. Amanda has already agreed to keep the wizarding world a secret.”
“Amanda, please have a seat,” Draco said softly while Hermione continued arguing with the auror. “Would you like anything?”
“C-can I have some water?”
“Of course,” Draco said, spinning around and racing to the kitchen to grab her a glass. He bobbled a second, still weak from his scene with Hermione but too worried to slow down and pace himself.
Amanda took his offered glass it with a shaking hand and he slid in beside her, pulling her under his arm as Hermione continued to chew the auror up one side and down the other. He was in awe of her fierceness. Not only was she ripping him a new one for not knowing the laws he was sworn to protect, but she threatened to get him suspended for kidnapping a muggle at wand point. He found himself falling for her all over again.
“She’s something else,” Amanda whispered.
Draco chuckled. “That she is.”
“We obviously interrupted something,” she said, looking pointedly at his bare feet.
He cleared his throat and tried to stop the blush that was slowly creeping up on his cheeks. Of course she would pick up on that. He never went around without his feet covered, more out of fear that someone would notice how masculine his feet were than anything but it was a habit. He wore slippers or socks or tights or something all the time.
“You like her,” Amanda ribbed.
He cleared his throat. “Hush.”
Amanda giggled and elbowed him. He nudged her with his shoulder, earning a knock back from her. They got into a small shoving match that ended up in a giggling fit. He hadn’t realized that Hermione had gone silent until he was able to catch a breath. Both Hermione and the auror were staring at them in disbelief.
“What?” Draco asked. “Can’t I have fun with a friend?”
The door to his flat flew open again admitting one very pissed off Potter. “What in Merlin’s name is going on here?”
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione called in relief, launching into a tirade that made the auror beside her shrink further and further in on himself.
“Well,” Potter said through clenched teeth. “I’ll make sure Kingsley hears about this.”
The auror gulped as Potter took out a mirror and called for the new Minister of Magic before explaining everything.
“What’s he talking to a mirror for?” Amanda asked.
“Oh, it’s a two way mirror,” Draco explained. “Wizards use it like you use mobiles, only we can see face to face. They’re actually quite rare and fragile.”
“Cool,” Amanda said, staring at Potter.
Draco frowned when he noticed his friend’s fixation. “Please tell me you don’t fancy Potter.”
She jumped and frowned. “That’s ridiculous. I mean, he’s probably taken, right?”
Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose and tried to calm his immediate need to tell her what an idiot she was to be attracted to Potter. He had just gotten himself in order when a sharp crack made Amanda scream.
“Easy,” Draco said, pulling her closer. “It’s just someone popping in unannounced.”
“Popping in?” she squeaked, her eyes wide she stared at the new arrival, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
“Sorry, Draco,” Kingsley said apologetically. “I just wanted this settled as quickly as possible.”
Draco sighed. “So we’re having an impromptu house party now?”
“No,” Kingsley said with a smirk. “I’m taking this auror in for kidnapping charges should you wish to press them. He will still be sent back through auror training since he can’t seem to remember the laws correctly. Miss Amanda Culpepper I presume?” Amanda nodded her head slowly. “On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I extend my deepest apologies. We’ll get you back to your school as soon as possible.”
“I’ll do it,” Potter chirped. “I’ll make sure to clean up after him.” His eyes grew dark as he glared at the auror that had taken Amanda.
“Thank you,” Kingsley said, nodding to Potter. “Draco, I can call a car if you’d like.”
“Um, yeah,” Draco said, torn between wanting to make sure Amanda was returned safely and staying with Hermione for round two. His cock was already starting to wake up from the momentary flash of the memory of her in those blue lacy knickers.
“It’s okay,” Amanda said, winking at him after a pointed look at his feet. “I’ll go with… that guy, your not friend.”
Draco couldn’t help but smile at her. “You’re sure?”
“If you didn’t trust him, you would have bitten his head off for even offering,” Amanda said in her no-nonsense way. “I’m afraid I don’t remember his name though.”
“Harry,” Potter said, stepping forward to shake Amanda’s hand. “Harry Potter.”
“I really need to get back,” Amanda said, biting her lip. “But Draco, we seriously need to talk tomorrow.”
“Of course,” Draco said. “I’ll come up first chance I get.”
Amanda nodded and kissed him on the cheek before whispering, “have fun.”
He stifled a gasp and saw her out, making sure Potter knew exactly which dorm to return her to before closing the door.
“I’ll make sure the others know your probation is finished,” Kingsley said after Potter and Amanda had left. “And I’ll remove the monitoring charms when I leave.”
“Thanks, Kingsley,” Hermione said, shaking his hand again.
“Yes, thanks,” Draco said, shaking his hand and seeing the large man out again. Once he was gone, he shut the door and smacked his forehead against it. “Shit.”
“You okay?” Hermione asked quietly.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Just a mild heart attack, nothing major.”
“Oh, I can’t believe that he just took her like that,” Hermione growled.
He spun and smirked at her. “You certainly gave him what for.”
“He deserved more than a tongue lashing,” she snapped.
“How about I give you a tongue lashing?”
She quirked a brow. “I’m still in charge.”
He took a deep breath and fell to his knees, making her gasp. “Would it please my Mistress if I gave her a tongue lashing?”
She smirked and sashayed forward, plopping down on his couch and spreading her denim covered legs provocatively. “It had better be a good one, boy.”
Draco smirked and crawled forward. Oh, it would be a good one all right. It he played his cards right, it would be so good she’d never leave him again.

AN: Muahaha. I'm awful. A cliffe with no hope of being finished... unless... I was thinking about a 4th story... and maybe a fifth later on down the line. What should we put him in next? Red satin? Silver vinyl? Green spandex? The sky's the limit. As always, I love hearing from you guys. Send me a review and let me know what you thought of this one, if you want another, or if you just think I'm insane. (I would be inclined to agree with you there) And... Until the next one... love you guys!!!
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