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Hermione had a new fantasy.
It had been swirling around her mind for a few weeks now, something so forbidden that she wasn’t sure if she should even bring it up. However, she found it tempting her every so often, a dark little thought that she couldn’t push away.
Perhaps it was born from the way she and Draco played together, blurring the lines of pleasure and pain, of playing parts, of trying new things.
She found him in his study scribbling on parchment for work, and she decided to wrap her hands around his shoulders, massaging her thumbs into his tense muscles. He continued to work for a moment before he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, giving in.
“Fuck, that feels so good. What did I do to deserve this?” he asked her in a raspy voice.
She drew her fingers through the back of his silky hair, dragging them back down and pressing into his muscles until he let out a soft groan.
“I have a… proposition for you,” she began carefully, her voice barely a whisper.
He spun his chair until he faced her, pulling her into his lap. She was blushing already, tugging her lower lip between her teeth, and he raised a lazy, curious eyebrow.
“If it’s sex, then you know the answer is yes,” he said, spreading her knees so she was straddled in his lap, already able to feel the hard press of his erection against her.
“It’s… Different from what we’ve done before. A lot more intense, and I don’t know if you’re going to think I’m fucked up when I tell you,” she said quietly.
“Well, you’ve got me very curious now, Granger. Tell me your dirty little fantasy,” he whispered against her ear, licking the lobe quickly.
“I want to do a role-play,” she began, pulling up the speech she’d rehearsed in her mind a dozen times already. “A role-play where our world is different. Where… We didn’t win the war.”
She felt his entire body go rigid at her words, and she was terrified he was going to push her away from him, but he just stilled, considering her. She couldn’t see his face, it was still pressed against her neck.
“What are you asking, Hermione?” he said roughly, holding her waist tightly.
“What would have happened if we didn’t win?” she asked, barely able to squeak out the words.
He sighed, but he held her closer, burying his head into her curls, inhaling her scent. “A lot of very terrible things, I’m sure. I don’t like to think about it,” he admitted.
“What would have happened with me?” she rephrased.
He pulled her back slightly to look at her, his face cold and his eyes stormy gray. “I would’ve taken care of you. It was something I was already… Fuck. I was already planning before you all showed up at the manor. If you were captured, you would be brought to me, and I would have… kept you safe,” he revealed, though she could tell he was occluding.
She let out a soft breath before continuing. She knew this would be a difficult conversation, but she was discovering it was for entirely different reasons. “It’s okay, Draco. I was the one who brought this up. You don’t need to feel guilty about it. I’m safe. You’re safe,” she said, running her hand along his cheek.
“You nearly weren’t,” he said through gritted teeth. “Everyone was looking for you. If they would have found you, knowing it was you, you would have been brought to the manor, and I would have kept you. You would have been mine. I would have protected you from harm, but you would not have been free, Hermione. Does that… Does that change how you feel about me?” he choked out, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
She thought it over for a moment, understanding what he was telling her. He would have kept her as his prisoner, but she would’ve been safe from the other many horrors that could have awaited her. And there were many other horrors that did. “Right now, I’m here freely of my own volition, as are you. In that world, neither of us would have been free to make our own choices. You wanting to keep me safe, as distorted as it may have been, wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world, Draco,” she told him honestly.
It was complicated. It was complex, but it was the reality they had both lived under. Thankfully, they’d made it to a different one. They were free.
“I would have never touched you without your express consent,” he told her seriously, looking into her eyes. He’d stopped occluding now, and she could see the pain there, the desperation.
“I know,” she whispered back, kissing him sweetly. “I know who you are, Draco Malfoy. I trust you.”
“What are you asking of me?” he said again.
“I want to role-play that reality, yes, but as the people we are now. I want to pretend that I am your prisoner, that I belong to you,” she rushed out, terrified to speak the actual truth of what she’d been desiring.
She waited, expecting him to react harshly, to tell her no, he would never do that, but instead he just stared at her for a long moment.
“We will need to negotiate this,” he replied finally.
She nodded, relief flooding through her body. “Of course. We can take whatever safeguards you need.”
“I will require multiple check-ins for your consent, even if you feel it breaks the fantasy. I will also need an entire day of aftercare that will not be negotiable,” he said seriously.
She nodded, thrilled and relieved and excited and terrified all at the same time. “Agreed. Whatever you need.”
He made her wait a few days, just in case she changed her mind, but she didn’t. If anything, she only grew more aroused by the idea. She knew there was something a little messed up about it, but there was also something thrilling about creating the fantasy with her Draco, with someone she trusted beyond anyone else in the world. She knew he would never harm her. She knew she would be safe.
They agreed there would be no masks or uniforms, no overt pain or torture, and Draco insisted on the entire weekend of aftercare afterward, however he wanted to spoil her for the rest of Saturday and Sunday. They’d also agreed to a storyline where they were both attracted to each other before the war, which was true, anyway.
Now, she was completely tied up, hanging from the ceiling in a low room they had transfigured to look like a dark space in the manor. She was completely naked, her hair hanging toward the ground. Her hands were bound in front of her, her feet behind her, and the various ropes cascaded her body, digging into her curves, though they were spelled for comfort.
Her heart pounded as she waited. She imagined herself waking up like this after being on the run, after being captured. She imagined herself panicked, unknowing who would walk through that door. Would this be the end of her life?
The door opened, and all she could hear was the slow echo of his boots, step by step. She gasped as she looked over, seeing Draco Malfoy in nothing but a long-sleeved black shirt and trousers, his platinum hair styled perfectly as always. His eyes flashed as he saw her bound like this for him.
He raised his hand, casting a wandless spell that didn’t allow her to speak.
“Isn’t this a delicious sight?” he drawled, stepping toward her. She went still as he approached, running his hand along her body ever so softly, over her skin and the ropes that tied her up. He took a long, languid circle, taking in every inch of her naked body.
“Sorry for the tongue tie, but I can’t risk anyone hearing you. You’ll have to stay very quiet if you don’t want anyone else stumbling upon us, and I can assure you that you don’t want anyone to hear us. I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to acquire you, Granger, and there are many who would not treat you as well as I mean to,” he continued.
He stopped near her shoulders, and she looked up at him in surprise, lifting her eyebrows. He crouched down to be eye-level with her, and she could smell him, his rich cedar scent invading her senses. “I want to explain how this is going to go. You are mine now, Mudblood. You are my personal toy, but don’t be afraid, because I’m very protective of what’s mine. No one will hurt you. No one will touch you except me. Do you understand?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
She nodded slightly, their agreed-upon cue that she was all right. That she wanted to keep going.
“Good,” he rasped. He placed his hands around her neck and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth, and she almost gave in before she remembered where she was. She slammed her mouth shut, biting his tongue in the process, and he recoiled with a rough chuckle.
“Feisty little minx, are we? I think you’re going to regret doing that very much,” he growled, and then he stood up, walking around her again until he was behind her. He stood in between her legs, tucking her feet to the side, and rubbed his palms along her backside. His hands were calloused, rough, but she nearly moaned from the contact anyway. It had been so long since she’d been touched.
She shivered as she waited for what she knew was coming. She’d always wondered whether Draco would be like this, domineering. Controlling. Part of her had always hoped he would be, that she would one day get to see exactly how much he could dominate her in private. She’d just never thought it would be quite like this.
She gasped as she felt his hand slap her arse, the sting making her keen before he ran over it softly with his palm. Then he spanked her again, and again, until she was all but sobbing from the throb and the heat. He soothed her inflamed cheeks before he slid his hand gently between her thighs, chuckling as he found her traitorous wetness.
“If I didn’t know better, I might think you actually liked this, Mudblood,” he murmured, coating his fingers with her slick before returning to her front.
He knelt down again, looking at her intently while he dragged his thumb around the outline of her lips, painting her with her own desire. She closed her eyes, shuddering with arousal. He slipped his thumb into his mouth, sucking on her juices and groaning with want.
“Did you enjoy that, Granger?” he asked her, his face so close to hers she could feel his breath. She clenched her thighs together as she nodded, feeling betrayal from her own body. Yes, she’d enjoyed that, and she wanted more.
He remained on his knees, crouching below her as he looked up at her breasts. He cupped one with his hand, rubbing his thumb over her hard nipple, and she nearly gasped when he took the other in his mouth, alternating between sucking and biting with his teeth.
“Fuck, these tits are amazing. I would stay here for hours, you know, sucking on you until you couldn’t stand it anymore, but I have so many other ways to make you feel good. Let me show you,” he said, taking her nipple with his teeth one last time before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small metal chain with two clamps on either side, fixing them to either nipple and pulling on the chain.
She moaned loudly from the tug, feeling wetness pooling in her center. The combination of slight pain and pressure was filling her with heat, and Draco smirked as he returned to his place behind her, spreading her cheeks and taking a long look at her glistening core.
“Even more beautiful than I could’ve imagined. So perfect and pink and wet for me,” he rasped. He had one hand tugging on the chain while the other teased her clit, drawing gentle circles just the way she liked.
She gasped, pulling her lower lip through her teeth while he played with her, standing behind her. She looked down and saw his erection straining through his trousers.
He teased her, drawing her wetness out to coat her clit, rubbing circles with his thumb, pulling on the chain to tweak her nipples, and she found herself floating, unable to do much but enjoy the pleasure he was slowly drawing from her. She felt a tingle of magic and knew the tongue tie was gone. She could scream now, if she wanted to, but she didn’t want to.
“What do you have to say, Granger?” Draco asked her.
“Please,” was all she could whimper out, and he grunted in satisfaction before he plunged his thumb inside her, pressing it in deep undulations against her front walls while the webbing of his fingers massaged her clit.
And oh, how fucking it good it felt. He’d never touched her like this before, slightly rough but entirely demanding, like he was slowly pushing her orgasm out of her. The wet sounds behind her grew increasingly obscene as he edged her closer, his thumb pressing against her G-spot while the rest of his hand massaged her. Every so often, he tugged on the chain, and she felt molten, like she was about to explode.
Just as she felt herself begin to clench against him, he withdrew completely, leaving her panting and gasping, right on the edge. “No,” she cried out, sobbing for the release that was so close.
“Not yet, pet. I need you to be a good girl for me,” he said, striding back to her face and standing in front of her. He unbuckled his trousers, pulling out his rock hard cock and showing it to her. She licked her lips despite herself, admiring how long and thick it was. How swollen he was for her.
“Do you see what you do to me? How much I want you?” he grunted as he stroked himself in front of her. She wished she could move so she could touch it, so she could put her mouth on him, but he was gone before she could react, returning to her aching cunt. He pressed kisses along her tender arse cheeks, stopping just short of where she needed him to go.
“Do you want this, Granger? Do you want my tongue on your gorgeous cunt?” he asked her.
“Yes! Please, Malfoy!” she gasped out.
“Good girl,” he rasped before he knelt again, licking her slowly from front to back. It was lurid and indulgent, and she strained against the ropes, trying to press herself into him.
She felt the chain tug again, pulling on her nipples, and she could barely contain her moans anymore as he fucked her with his tongue, swirling it around her clit and then back to her core, grunting against her, kissing her, sucking on her.
“Fuck, Malfoy,” she ground out, and he rewarded her with two fingers squeezing inside her while he sucked her clit into his mouth. She felt the pressure building as he lapped her hungrily, the world around her slowly fading until all she could feel was him.
It was just her and Draco, surrounded in darkness. Him devouring her entirely, filling her with his fingers, licking at her cunt like he’d never tasted anything sweeter in his life.
“Come for me, Mudblood. I want to feel you,” he groaned against her core, and the vibration of his mouth pushed her over the edge.
She screamed as she came, her entire body tensing as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, like an ocean of softness and light lapping at her skin. She gasped once, then twice, then fell over the edge completely, tumbling into the softest, sweetest darkness she’d ever known.
***
Draco wrapped Hermione in his arms the moment she went under, disappearing the ropes with an Evanesco and returning the room to his bedroom. He cradled her as he carried her to his bed, curling up with her in his lap.
He ran his thumb softly along her cheek, studying the way her face was so sweet, so calm. Truthfully, he’d been a little unsure about this latest scene, but they’d planned it out with care. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t triggered, that she never fell out of the fantasy into the realm of very real fear.
Because that had very nearly been their reality. He remembered the terror of those times. Of how he wondered where she was, whether he was safe. Of the way he’d planned to save her if he could, even if it was fucked up. Even if it wouldn’t have been right.
He was so fucking glad they were in this world, instead.
He kissed her cheeks until she groaned softly, opening her eyes with a flutter.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi. You okay?” he asked. “That was a lot.” He was worried it was too much, that he’d pushed her too far over the edge this time, but she just smiled and sighed.
“It was, but I liked it. You took care of me,” she told him.
“I’ll always take care of you, Hermione,” he replied simply, kissing her mouth. She deepened it, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Will you please fuck me?” she begged softly, reaching a hand down to grasp around his still-raging cock. He chuckled slightly until she placed her fingers between her legs and coated him with her pleasure.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to do too much,” he told her, and he was being honest. He was fine not getting off as long as it meant he could take care of her.
She rolled her eyes, gripping around him harder, and he gasped as she stroked him exactly how he liked it. “I need you, Draco. Please.”
He placed her beneath him, kissing her deeply as he positioned himself over her. He tucked her knee upward, pressing himself against her, and slowly pushed himself in. They both gasped as he entered slowly, inch by inch, filling her until he was fully seated.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered against her neck as he began thrusting, choosing to go slow and deep, relishing the warmth and wetness of her. He’d never had this before, never found someone who made him come undone quite so beautifully.
She was the first woman he’d actually wanted to be with over and over again. The first woman he’d wanted to fall asleep with, to wake up beside in the morning.
He knew he was in love with her, but it was too soon to say it. He was afraid to say it, but he knew it with every beat of his heart. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her.
He thumbed her nipple, and she arched her back into him. “Draco, please come inside me,” she moaned into his ear, and he felt his entire body shudder. He wouldn’t finish until she did, though. That just wasn’t how it was done.
So he took his time, and he grinned as she came spectacularly on his cock, and he finally finished just as she’d begged, deep within her where he belonged.
And he knew he belonged there, with her. Always with her.
He always had.