#sub!hermione

[sluttyslytherin]

•HIS LONGING FOR MY HUSBAND•

DRACO MALFOY + MATTHEO RIDDLE + HERMIONE GRANGER

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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ❥ Warnings: bisexual dom!Draco + bisexual sub!Mattheo, sub!Hermione, begging, facefucking, oral (male!&fem! receiving&giving), praise kink, riding, mindreading, creampie, threesome,

❥ Request?: I wrote this one on request from my Instagram a while ago (see msg above).

❥ Summary: Hermione finds out about Mattheo having feelings for Draco - and herself having feelings for both.

❥ Author‘s note: This one is like a small part of a dream coming true for me. I loved writing it. I‘m thinking about writing it in Draco+Mattheo+Y/N(?).

❥ Word count: ~4170

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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The first time Hermione had noticed Mattheo looking at Draco differently than it had been for years, was at a garden party at Mattheo's house.

Hermione and Draco were standing under one of the large white parasols which were set up in the garden. She was just sipping from Draco's wineglass, when she looked over his shoulder and caught Mattheo red-handed.

Mattheo was standing directly across from them, leaning against the wall of his house, smoking. His eyes gave way to his thoughts. If Draco had turned around that very moment and looked him in the eyes - only Merlin knew, what he would have found there.

But Hermione saw his gaze and while she couldn't read his mind like Draco could, she saw the lust that flashed in his very eyes as Draco turned and placed his glass on the table next to them. Mattheo eyed Draco so tensely that he didn't even realized that Pansy had come up to him and had started talking.

When Pansy tapped him on the shoulder for not responding, Mattheo looked away from Draco and accidentally looked straight into Hermione's eyes. He immediately realized she knew it.

She stared back and couldn't help but smile, knowing that Draco had always thought Mattheo was attractive - But neither of the boys wanted to admit that there were other things than just 'normal' monogamous relationships with one man and one woman.

Draco was talking about his work and some paperwork he was supposed to have done in four days, when Hermione saw Mattheo walking over to them. His steps were slow and his eyes almost pierced Draco's back. Hermione tried with all her strength to keep her thoughts to herself, wanting to see how the evening would turn out.

Mattheo greeted Draco by placing his hand on his shoulder and patting it gently. He was laughing and making a joke about Thestrals. To anyone else it would have seemed innocent but Hermione saw him bite his lip and his hand trailing down Draco's chest as he lifted it from his shoulder.

Her eyes wandered to her glass which she had now picked up from the table and she studied the red texture of the wine, shimmering in the dusk light. She listened to Draco and Mattheo innocently but an idea had already formed in her mind.

She wanted them both. She wanted to feel them, to fuck them, to own them. She wanted to hear Draco's name out of Mattheo's mouth and she wanted to see Draco indulge in a fantasy, he'd never had the opportunity to live until now.

She just didn't know how she could make it happen.

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It was already evening when Mattheo said goodbye to the last guests - the last ones except for Hermione and Draco.

Mattheo was just closing the front door with a slight movement of his hand when he noticed Hermione shamelessly lasciviously taking a seat on his large, black leather couch. Draco couldn't take his eyes off off of her, as she sat there in her dark green dress that was pulled up to her thighs. She had crossed her legs slightly with the one foot on the floor on tiptoes.

She looked as innocent as she definitely wasn‘t.

Her other foot tapped to the beat of the soft music coming from the radio that was placed on the antique wooden table next to the door to Mattheo's bedroom. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth slightly open and a soft sigh made it out of her mouth at that moment.

Draco stared at Hermione and didn't notice Mattheo stepping up behind him. Mattheo stopped a few inches behind Draco and inhaled his scent, his eyes never leaving Hermione. Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked around Draco and lightly elbowed him in the side.

“That was a good party, wasn't it?,“ he laughed mockly, more to get Draco's attention than for any other reason. Hermione opened her eyes and looked over at the two men - almost in surprise. They weren't standing far from her.

“Mattheo..,“ she said in a softly tone and in a voice that made both men immediately look back at her, “..you could visit us tomorrow. Draco has discovered that he seems to enjoy fumbling half-naked on his new motorcycle.“

After all, her expression was innocent, as were her movements, but Draco saw exactly where she was getting at.

He looked into his wife's beautiful eyes and by Merlin, he wished he could have taken her right here and now - right there on the couch. On Mattheo‘s couch. With Mattheo watching them.

Hermione gave him that kind of look which made her irresistible to him and he could feel how much it aroused him. It took him a lot of strengh not to run over to his wife and fuck her right on the spot.

“I don't know.. what are you thinking about it, Draco? The two of us, half-naked and tuning up a motorcycle?“ An innocent smile played around Mattheo's lips. It was in complete contrast to what his eyes were showing.

‚Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.‘

Draco could hear Mattheo's thoughts in his mind. It was the first time he had let him inside his head in ages.

‚Take me. Please.‘

Draco gulped. He tried not to show anything to Hermione. He was still standing there with his body turned towards Hermione and Mattheo beside him. Their shoulders were nearly touching. Draco would have loved to turn around to Mattheo.

‚You can have me. I'm your’s.‘

Mattheo's thoughts in Draco's head grew louder and louder. He couldn't concentrate on anything other anymore.

Hermione watched the scene intently. She could tell from the way Draco clenched his fingers in a fist and then stretched it out that he was bound by Mattheo. She knew that not much was missing for him to give in to him, but she also knew that this wouldn't happen this evening. She would have to talk to Draco first, because without her permission he would never get involved in anything else then only them two.

“See you tomorrow, Mattheo. Around 7pm?“

Hermione's voice literally cut through the air and tension between the two men. Mattheo cleared his throat. “Of course. See you tomorrow then.,“ he whispered. His voice was shaky. After a few seconds Mattheo turned around and escorted his last guests for the evening to the front door.

‚Tomorrow?‘

Draco heard Mattheo‘s question in his head, just as Mattheo slowly closed the door behind the two of them.

Hermione took his hand and as his fingers wrapped around hers, Hermione opened her mind to him. It wasn't a long walk home, so they walked. They spoke wordlessly, Hermione thinking and Draco reacting with his body language.

‚He wants you.,‘ Hermione thought. Draco squeezed her hand lightly as a sign he had heard her.

‚What's stopping you? I could see you struggling not to give in to him.‘ Draco sighed softly, almost silently. He shrugged his shoulders. He didn‘t know what to say.

‚I want to see it.‘ Hermione just thought it with no other words to not mislead the statement. ‚I want to feel you both.‘

Draco now stopped and turned to face Hermione. “Did I get that right?,“ he asked his wife. Hermione didn't even bat an eyelash when she said it out loud again.

“I want to feel you both. I want to see you fuck him.“

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At 7 p.m. sharp there was a knock on the large glass front door that had separated the Malfoy's home from the rest of the world for several years already.

Hermione opened the door for Mattheo.

She had come up with an special idea for this warm summer evening. Draco had disappeared outside to the garden for over an hour ago already.

If Mattheo walked through the Manor and through the other glass door in the huge bay window which leads to the garden, he would spot Draco with nothing on but only wearing black sweatpants.

Hermione was wearing her long, red sundress which had a slit on one side, that started right at her waist and went down to the bottom. She was tired of looking innocent. Tonight, she wanted to be anything but that.

At least she hoped so.

“Good evening, Mattheo.,“ she whispered attractingly, as he stepped through the door into the Manor. He tried not to stare at her bare skin, but he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. It was unmistakable - no matter where he placed his gaze on at her body. She looked amazing standing there, barefoot and with her long loose hair falling in curls over her big breasts.

“Hello, Hermione.“ Mattheo swallowed hard. In fact, he had never seen his friend's wife like this before. He couldn't help but wonder what lay underneath the thin layer of fabric which she used to hide her curves with from other people's eyes. Hermione smiled.

“Draco is outside in the garden. You surely want to see him first?,“ she asked him with an innocent expression on her face. Mattheo didn't take his eyes off her bare hips. „I wouldn't mind staying here a little longer..,“ he breathed.

„Would you like a drink?,“ Hermione asked him, leading the way towards the kitchen. „I've got a really good brandy in my cupboard..“

“Brandy sounds good.,“ Mattheo answered her, with more than desire for the drink in his voice. And Hermione.. she liked the feeling he gave her with it.

Slowly she opened the cupboard that hung over the kitchen counter. It was where Draco kept his most expensive brandy and whisky. “It‘s really good.. it‘ doesn‘t taste too tart.. and has a fruity note..,“ Hermione began to explain to Mattheo - But Mattheo was staring out of the window. Hermione followed his gaze.

He was staring at Draco.

Draco was kneeling next to his motorcycle, working on one of the wheels.

“I know what you want.,“ she said with a slight undertone in her voice that immediately drew Mattheo's attention back to her. “Your facial expression can't be mistaken. You‘re almost drooling, looking at him.“

She turned away without waiting for an answer and picked up one of the glasses on the wall cabinet to fill it with expensive brandy. Mattheo really didn't know what to say. He felt bad the night before after the two left. Mostly because he was afraid that his friends had felt completely different about the situation than he did. He may have misunderstood Hermione.

“Do you want me to leave?,“ Mattheo asked Hermione. But she just shook her head, causing her brown locks to fly slightly around her head. Then she laughed and handed the glass to him. “No, quite the opposite. I already told Draco..,“ she replied while reaching for another glass. “I can't wait.“

She didn't look at Mattheo as she was saying these words.

Mattheo‘s gaze lingered on her for a long time, before he did finally take a sip of his brandy and looked back at Draco in the garden. “What did he reply to that?,“ Mattheo demanded, his excitement evident in his voice and without taking his eyes off the man.

“He didn't need to say anything. Just seeing his breathing pick up speed when I told him I want to see you two fuck was enough.“

Hermione tapped on the kitchen window cautiously. The sound surprised her husband slightly, so that he looked over to the window, confused.

Noticing not only Hermione in the kitchen but also Mattheo, his expression changed immediately and he got up from the grass he had been kneeling on.

His muscles seemed to dance in the glare of the evening sun as he moved. Even Hermione wondered how she deserved him and his body. She called herself lucky every time she took Draco‘s clothes off or kissed him.

Her gaze rested on his hip. A moment later, as he stepped out in front of the bike, Hermione could see that he wasn’t thinking about the motorbike the whole time.

He definitely had indulged into more hotter thoughts.

Draco raised a hand in greeting and pointed to the right, where the door of the terrace was separating the garden from the house. He made his way there and with every step the bulge in his pants became more than obvious.

Hermione pulled Mattheo with her by the sleeve. “Come, go greet your host.,“ she laughed softly. Mattheo didn't need to be told twice. He was at the door before Hermione, right when Draco who had kicked off his shoes and was stepping into the living room. “Hello, Mattheo.,“ Draco greeted him and kissed Hermione passionately.

‚I want you to kiss me like that.‘

Mattheo pushed himself into Draco's head, causing him to flinch at his words. Draco's lips didn't break away from Hermione as he opened his eyes and stared at Mattheo, who had come up behind Hermione.

Draco looked at Mattheo's lips, and actually for a moment imagined what it would be like to kiss him. His grip on Hermione's waist tightened. How badly he wanted to kiss him too..

Mattheo was only a few inches away.

Hermione opened her eyes and caught the look her husband was giving his friend. She broke away from Draco. “Kiss him.,“ she breathed into Draco's ear, after slowly getting up on her tiptoes and bending towards him. Draco kissed her forehead slowly, not looking away from Mattheo.

A heartbeat later he bridged the space between them in only one step.

Mattheo's mouth was slightly open, his lips glossy, his breathing fast and shallow. His heart was beating like crazy. He had been waiting for this moment for years already. Even if he had never admitted it to himself: His desire for his friend grew more and more over time - until he could hardly bear it anymore. That‘s why he told Draco the evening before.

Draco looked Mattheo straight in the eyes as he ran his hand through his hair, pulling his head towards him. The room around them seemed to pulsate, so loud echoed their heartbeat in their ears.

Finally - after what felt like an eternity - their lips touched.

Hermione couldn't help, but admit that the sight of the two men drove her insane. They kissed with a passion Hermione had otherwise only experienced from Draco when he fucked her.

Hermione‘s hand, which she had used to brush her hair out of her face a second ago slowly wandered down her body. He didn’t take her eyes off her husband. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter the longer she watched them.

It was like being addicted. Hermione couldn't stop.

Draco's left hand had meanwhile travelled down Mattheo's back and was gripping his perfect ass. Mattheo moaned softly into Draco's mouth, which only made him harder..

Suddenly, Hermione stepped up to the two and put her hand on Draco's shoulder. Almost reluctantly he broke away from Mattheo and looked at her. A smile played around Hermione's lips. “I'm going upstairs.,“ she said softly. “Will you two be following?“

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Hermione walked into her bedroom and immediately pulled the dress over her head, only to drop it on the floor. The wetness between her legs had become unbearable for her, and with a soft sigh, she sank down on her bed. She ran her fingers over her nipples which instantly stiffened and wondered when her husband would be coming upstairs with Mattheo.

Her thoughts kept turning to the scene of how passionate her husband had looked while kissing Mattheo. She could feel the heat only too well that this thought triggered in her midst. Lost in thought, she slipped her hand between her legs and moaned softly at her own touch.

The next moment the bedroom door opened.

Hermione turned her head slightly, still moaning, only to see her husband standing in the doorway, breathing heavily and dragging Mattheo behind him. He barely walked a few steps into the room when he pulled Mattheo to him and caught his eye.

“Get on your knees, love.,“ he breathed. Mattheo immediately did as Draco asked.

Draco slipped his pants off his hips and they fell to the floor without much effort. Out came his perfect cock, thick and veiny, and Hermione was almost a little jealous that she wasn't in Mattheo's place now. She was still lying on the bed, but now had her legs apart so that Draco could stare at her most intimate part. Her gaze met her husband's.

‚I'm almost losing control.‘

Draco parted his lips slightly in response to her question and licked his tongue across them. „Not now. I want you to cum on my cock, when I fuck you.“ His tone was assertive, just as Hermione was used to from him.

He turned back to his - now - lover. “Open your mouth, love.,“ Draco cooed with a lascivious grin to Mattheo, who was kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with a longingly expression on his face.

Draco grabbed his hair again when Mattheo finally opened his mouth and let Draco's full length slide down his throat. Draco groaned softly, as did Mattheo. His moans grew louder the more he ruthlessly fucked Mattheo's throat. They completely forgot everything around them for a minute..

“All you could think about since last night was 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' and how you moan my name.,“ Draco said to Mattheo and his voice grew darker as he became more aroused.

Hermione pulled her fingers out of her slit and slowly got up from the bed. With a few steps she was beside them and kissed Draco passionately.

“Oh fuck, Mattheo.,“ Draco moaned his name into her mouth. Hermione chuckled. “Look at him Princess, look how well he's taking me.“ He spoke with an effort and Hermione could see his longing for release in his eyes. “Do it.,“ she whispered in permission into Draco's ear.

Mattheo had his eyes half closed and was moaning with every thrust. “Fuck Mattheo, this feels so good.,“ Draco moaned again, his thighs shaking. “I want you to say my name.“ Mattheo groaned more and he said Draco's name, but the sound was muffled. Draco gripped his hair tighter. “Louder.,“ he commanded him.

“Draco!,“ Mattheo moaned again, as Draco pulled his cock out of his mouth for a second. 'You're my good boy.,“ Draco whispered, admiring the saliva dripping from Mattheo‘s chin and picking up where he left off. Hermione kissed him again and slid her hand up to his butt, to press him even tighter into Mattheo's mouth.

“I'm so close, wait until you can taste me, wait.. soon..,“ Draco tilted his head back, “I'll fill your throat and make you swallow all my pureblood cum.“ Draco moaned with lust as he took a few final thrusts down Mattheo's throat, filling his mouth completely. And the good boy Mattheo was, he swallowed it all.

Hermione thought, she would tear apart in lust.

Draco opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. “Fuck me.,“ she whispered and pulled her husband to the bed with her. “Kneel down on the bed, princess. It's your turn now.,“ Draco said, pushing her forwards slightly. Hermione knelt down on the bed facing him. “Open up, wife.,“ he commanded, putting his cock to her lips. Hermione grinned and willingly opened her mouth.

Mattheo came into sight from behind Draco.

“My good girl.,“ Draco moaned softly as she started sucking him, “Suck me, make me hard again.“

Mattheo wrapped one hand around Draco's waist, to tease his nipples and used his other hand to slide Draco's cock even deeper into Hermione's mouth. He bowed his head and placed small kisses on Draco's throat and neck.

Draco moaned more and more loudly. “You both are so fucking addicting, oh fuck..“ He was momentarily overwhelmed with all the impressions, Hermione blowing him so well and Mattheo rubbing his hard cock against his back.

“Does this feel good, Princess? Moaning all over my hard Deatheater's cock, and taking it like the good little slut you are?“

Hermione felt dizzy with pleasure. She wanted to feel him. Deep in her, where he belonged. She forced words to the front of her mind, just for him to hear it.

‚Fuck my cunt now, finally..‘

Draco pulled his cock out of her mouth. 'Lie down.', he said to Mattheo, in a tone, that left no room for contradiction. Mattheo slowly lowered himself onto the bed, not taking his eyes off Draco. “Blow his cock.,“ Draco demanded of Hermione. She hesitated for a moment, but then lowered her lips over Mattheo's hard cock with a big grin. “Oh Merlin.,“ Mattheo groaned as Hermione started sucking him into her mouth, “Your wife is a goddess.“

Draco let out a soft laugh. “I'll fuck you, until you can't walk no more, Hermione, until everything you can say is my name.“ Hermione swallowed, Mattheo's cock still inside her mouth.

“Hermione,“ Mattheo groaned, “Hermione, this is so good, please don't stop.“

Draco climbed onto the bed behind her and placed his cock right in front of her entrance. “Today you are our fucktoy, Princess.,“ he said before shoving himself deep into her tight pussy. She tensed, about to come. “Draco,“ Hermione moaned, “Draco!“

“Yes, do it again, I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your tight pussy.“

Draco fucked her with hard thrusts, banging his cock against the walls of her pussy, but he didn't stop. He knew how much Hermione loved that feeling. “You're my fucktoy, my cock looks so perfect in your sweet cunt, I can't stop watching it.“

“Draco.,“ Mattheo suddenly whimpered, “I'm coming, I can't hold it any longer.“

As soon as he said those words, he came right into Hermione's mouth, who was moaning Draco's name so loudly, that Mattheo's cum ran out of the corners of her mouth back onto his dick.

“Oh fucking hell, I love how you scream my name, and he is looking so perfekt cumming for us, bloody Merlin, I'm going to pump all my pureblood seed into you too, Princess..“

Draco pulled her off Mattheo. “You want to be our little whore, don't you?,“ he breathed in Hermione's ear, „Come on my lap.,“ he said louder this time, his voice demanding and dark. She knew what this meant. Draco lay flat on the bed and pulled Hermione onto him. “Finally..,“ Hermione breathed as she lowered herself onto his cock. Draco leaned forward and kissed her greedily.

As she started riding him, her screams got louder and louder. He clawed his fingers into her ass and caressed her breasts which were bouncing up and down. “Faster, princess, come on, squeeze every drop of cum out of me with your tight pussy.,“ he whispered to her. Hermione was no longer paying attention to him. She rode herself to the climax, she finally wanted salvation, she couldn't wait any longer.

Draco glanced over at Mattheo, who was laying on the bed next to them, watching him jerking off his cock. He kept his eyes on him as he spoke to Hermione. “Tell me how much you love my cock, fucking you so hard, wife.“ “So much, Draco.“ Hermione could barely speak.

“Love, look at me, I want you to look at me, when you cum.,“ Draco demanded of Mattheo. Mattheo opened his mouth in a silent scream, spurred on by Draco's words and his eyes were still locked with Draco's when his load shot out of his cock, directly on the bed and over Draco's thighs, who smiled and let his thumb run over Mattheo's mouth. “Don't pause, Princess, keep going.,“ Draco demanded again, turning to Hermione.

“Are you coming, Princess?,“ he moaned in her ear, “Are you coming? Tell me how does it feel to know, that I'm gonna fuck you 'til you black out?“

Hermione sat up on his cock, his words making her feel unbelievably hot. “Not yet.,“ he commanded her. “Wait.“

She whispered his name over and over, almost like a prayer. “Draco..,“ she whined and kept urging, “please let me cum!“ Her screams grew louder, as he entered her without pausing and hit her in her sweetest spot. “Not yet, princess.,“ he moaned, trying to control himself.

She wanted him to lose control.

“I can't hold it anymore..,“ she almost yelled, as he squeezed her nipple lightly, making her see stars. He slid his hand to her neck, his thumb on one side of it and the other fingers on the opposite side, squeezing it tightly, leaving traces of his fingernails on her skin. She moaned, before losing control of her breathing, but tried anyway and realized how much it turned her on. She caught his gaze and when he finally looked at her, she opened her mouth in desire and he understood. “Now cum for me, Princess. Run all your delicious liquids down my dick.“

Hermione completely lost control. Her screams were so loud, that they rang in the two men's ears. „“Your cunt feels so amazing, I'm almost there Princess, keep going, I want to see your sweet ass bouncing up and down my cock.“

“I'm coming..,“ Hermione yelled. “Me too, Princess, come with me.,“ Draco replied, unable to breathe because all of his pleasure.

Mattheo slid over to them and started kissing her neck, biting and leaving marks of him on her skin too, and reached between her legs and began rubbing her most sensitive area.

And Hermione came. She came so hard, that she actually fell unconscious on top of Draco for a moment, after her high-pitched screams had penetrated the whole manor.

Draco kissed her forehead. When she regained consciousness after a few seconds, she saw him kissing Mattheo again.

“Next time I'll fuck you.,“ he said to Mattheo and moaned into his mouth.

Hermione couldn't help, but smile.

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I’m obsessed✨ and you will be too😮‍💨

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White cat animagous Draco

But he has black patches on him from his tattoos

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[flaming-brown-witch]

ok pjo fandom, reblog if you want to see this diehard romione shipper live blog reading the series and........possibly replacing my TWENTY YEAR otp with percabeth 😬

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[justagayperson-2024]

Sub!Hermione Granger x Dom!Reader

~Reader helps Hermione get off in the library~ GN!Reader

The library was its usual quiet self, with the sound of quills scratching on parchment paper and the flipping of book pages being the only noises you could hear. I sat in the corner of the library with Hogwarts's most esteemed nerd, Hermione Granger. She diligently scribbled her essay down on the parchment as I watched her with admiration and lust. Hermione looked up at me and blushed softly, "What are you looking at sweetie." Now it was my turn to blush. Her little pet names for me never failed to make me blush like a 12-year-old. I smirked at her and shook my head, "Oh nothing I just love watching you study and do homework." I said honestly. Her blush intensified and she tried hiding her face with her hair. I moved it behind her ear and gently cupped her chin, making her look at me. "Don't hide from me beautiful, you look so lovely when you blush," I whispered moving closer to her lips. A faint whimper escaped her rosy lips as mine ghosted over hers. I stopped millimetres from her lips then pulled away, "Oh I am sorry darling I don't want to distract you from your homework." I said sitting back in my seat and going back to reading my book. Hermione pouted and moved her chair closer to mine. "Please Y/n, kiss me." She begged quietly. Her hand rested on my knee and she looked into my eyes. Her pretty brown eyes looked at me with a neediness I'd never seen from Hermione. I looked around and noticed no one was around us so I swiftly maneuverer her onto my lap. Hermione gasped and squealed softly, "You need to stay quiet honey, there are still people at the other end of the Library yeah." I said gently squeezing her thigh. She nodded and crashed her lips into mine. Her neediness was overwhelming in the best way possible. She fervently kissed me while grinding her hips into mine earning a soft moan from me. I grabbed her hips and moved her onto my thigh, "Is my darling needy huh?" I asked moving her clothed pussy against my thigh softly. She bit her lip and nodded, trying to keep her moans quiet. I moved her hips at a painfully slow pace making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure to her clothed clit. Hermione buried her face into my neck in an attempt to quiet her noises. I softly chuckled as she began moving quicker, "Oh honey you want to cum?" I whispered in her ear, moving her hair to expose her beautiful neck. I peppered kisses from her ear down her neck leaving small bites now and then, littering her pretty neck in pretty marks. She moaned louder and I smacked her thigh gently, "You need to stay quiet honey or you don't get to cum." Hermione nodded quickly and moved faster against my thigh. I knew she was getting close so I let her get herself off on my thigh. She looked so pretty like this, face flushed, hair a mess, neck covered in marks made by me. "God the things I am going to do to you tonight my dove, I'm going to have you screaming my name." I whispered in her ear earning me a 'yes daddy' moan from her. Gods she is perfect. "Daddy I'm so close fuck please," Hermione whispered/moaned not so quietly. I ignored her loudness and moved her hips faster. "Good girl, cum on daddy's thigh you can do it my little dove," I said sweetly lifting her chin and making her look at me. I always love it when she looks at me as she cums. My words sent her over the edge and her eyes rolled back into her head as she came on my thigh. "Y/n oh god!" She moaned falling onto my shoulder. Her breath was heavy as she rode out her high. I slowly guided her hips off my thigh and sat her at the edge of the desk. "Was that okay my love?" I asked already knowing the answer. She nodded weakly and clung to my shirt. "Come now my dove let's get you to bed." I waved my wand and our stuff was in our bags neatly. I grabbed the bags and carried her bridal style out of the library earning some confused looks. 

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Hermione: *punches Malfoy*

Draco:

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[allofthelights11]

Summarize Your WIPs!

Thanks for tagging me, @molivierposts!!

Rules: Summarize your 3 most recent WIPs badly.

Only have two that are currently posting:

Out of Time - 6th/7th year rewrite and Horcrux hunt, almost complete!

Private Tutor - Draco Malfoy has a debilitating lack of experience when it comes to girls. Hermione falls on the sword to teach him, almost literally.

It's really not a WIP if it's prewritten, but I have several multi-chapter stories posting soon:

The Slap(s):

In which Lucius Malfoy goes bald. In which Draco's vanity gets the better of him, provoking rippling consequences he could never have expected. In which Theo responsibly sells dodgy vitamins and supplements. In which Hermione discovers entirely new coworker interactions at the Ministry - with one coworker in particular.

Draco Malfoy Earns a Flogging:

In which Draco's womanising arrogance and general arseholery come back to bite him. He learns a few things with the help of a strategic revenge plot-turned-accidental-opportunity.

I'm tagging @mlkincaidbooks, @mistresslynndramione @sniperjade

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[hannysarang]

Control // Twenty Nine.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 29 ————————

“So do you see her more these days?” asked Hermione. 

Nodding, Draco answered, “We’re in the same rooms sometimes and she drops by to say good night.”

Moving out of the way for someone walking opposite them, she added, “Is that enough for you?”

“It’s better than nothing. It’ll take a bit for everything to return to normal, I’m sure,” he shrugged. “But at least she tells me things directly instead of making Kreacher relay the message.”

“That’s good,” she hummed, opening the door for him. 

“Thank you,” said he before walking into the Ministry. “It’s weird hearing her telling me she loves me all the time since she rarely did so when I was younger.”

“Hermione, over here!”

Draco turned his head towards Harry’s voice and saw him standing with Kingsley and Ron. They were all dressed in formal wear, hair neatly set. 

“Hermione, you can go into that room and Draco, that one,” instructed Kingsley. 

“What’s going on?” Draco asked, confused. 

“I can’t believe Malfoy’s gonna be joining us on this,” Ron groaned. 

“Hermione, did you not tell him?” asked Harry. 

“I thought you’d have obviously told him when you invited him,” replied Hermione, sounding just as confused as Draco.

“What invite?” asked Draco, getting annoyed that he was being left out of the conversation.

“You didn’t invite him?” questioned Kingsley. 

“It was Ron’s job,” mentioned Harry.

“Ron, did you not invite Draco?”

“I didn’t feel the need to!” protested Ron, immediately shutting down the very chaotic conversation. “We don’t actually need him here.”

“Ron…” sighed Harry, shaking his head. 

“How’re you here, anyway, Malfoy? I literally didn’t invite you.”

“Hermione asked if I wanted to go with her to the Ministry today.”

“I thought you were supposed to come with me!”

“He was!” exclaimed Harry. 

“So what the hell was I supposed to be invited to? This conversation is going nowhere.”

The Minister cleared his throat, shutting up the four loudly arguing kids. “We’re making a statement about the official end of the Second Wizarding World. It may not feel necessary but a definitive ‘the end’ is never bad.”

“And those rooms?” he asked, eyeing the doors Kingsley had told him and Hermione to go in a few minutes ago.

“Gotta look good for the cameras, Mr. Malfoy,” Kingsley chuckled. 

Looking down at himself wearing the similar black suit he always wears, he said, “Is this not enough?”

“Ron, you could’ve made this whole interaction so much easier,” Hermione groaned. 

“Fine!” Ron exclaimed, obviously tired of being blamed for everything. “We’re announcing it at a ball.”

“So I’m getting ready for a ball,” Draco cleared up.

“Basically, yes,” said Harry.

“It’s an end of Voldemort party,” added Ron. “Just like an end of the year party.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” stated Kingsley, shutting up the arguing children. “Go get ready.”

With one last look at each other, Hermione and Draco strutted into the room Kingsley had directed them to when they first entered the building. Inside Draco’s room were men and women, ready to help him get ready. 

First thing he did — first thing he always does when he enters a room with people — was scan everyone’s face, trying to figure out how everyone felt about him, about Draco Malfoy. He was either losing his people reading skills or everyone in the room seemed neutral towards him. 

Feeling a little awkward, not having had anyone help him get ready for years, he stood on the platform in front of the tall mirror.

As someone started to measure him, he cleared his throat and said, “I could’ve just brought a suit from the Manor. I have more than enough.”

The man holding the ruler stiffened, clearly considering the possibility. “Would you have a classic suit?”

Holding back the urge to roll his eyes, Draco replied, “Have you seen me?”

“White shirt, thin black tie, black suit, black pants.”

Summoning Kreacher, Draco told the man, “Talk to my house elf about it, he’ll bring it over.”

As Draco got off the platform and sat on the couch, he heard a few people talking amongst themselves. Though he couldn’t pick up everything they said, the few words he heard were elves, pureblood, slavery, and Hermione.

He made a mental note to never call Kreacher again when he was with strangers. Not for his own rep, since he didn’t give a shit much about himself, but for Hermione. He didn’t want her to be associated with someone who was an entitled pureblood, enslaving house elves and abusing them. 

But he also wasn’t going to explain himself to strangers.

Kreacher eventually returned with a well ironed suit and the whispering across the room didn’t stop even after the elf left. But nevertheless, Draco stood on the platform in front of the mirror once more. 

Though he hadn’t gotten this treatment in years, he was used to being helped while getting ready. So naturally, he unbuttoned his black shirt and handed it to the man standing to his side. Then, he undid his belt and pushed his trousers down after kicking his shoes off. 

A small gasp was heard from the room and he whipped his head back to see why. But the lady who had gasped was looking at him with big eyes, eyes just not on his face. 

Confused, he turned to the mirror to assess himself and realised that the chastity cage was exaggerating the bulge in his underwear.

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Rated M - oneshot - 4282 words - complete

DFW Tropes Fest 2023 - assigned trope: co-workers

The Giant Squid is lonely and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has sent two employees out to rectify the situation. What happens when consentacles lead to employees bed-sharing?

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Call me Master, darling

Chapter 1

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By Isabell Lagardère

At 23, Hermione was still single, unlike her friends. And she was still rather enjoying life. She'd had the chance to get to know many different men and to find out what she really liked and what she really wanted from them.

She always imagined her life in a completely different way. Ever since she was a little girl, she had thought that after graduation she would find a partner, if she was lucky, then they would get married, have children, a house, and so on. Let's say that's a very typical idea of how people imagine their lives. But none of that happened. After her and Ron broke up at the end seventh-year, she realized that she didn't want to get tied down by a relationship just yet; she wanted to have fun and meet people. So, she pursued further education and started working in the ministry as she had wanted to. She got a nice flat in London and spent her free time with her friends or going to various Muggle clubs, where she had the opportunity to meet a large variety of men.

She had always thought that her life would only be full of vanilla sex, the kind depicted in all the films and books about romance. Well, she was wrong. When one of her, shall we say, unusually dominant ex-partners showed her just how much there was to experience, she knew she would never want anything else. She'd never thought of herself as someone who took orders, let alone was submissive.

But her relatively newfound kinks were proving to be more of a complication than she expected. She never thought it would be so difficult to find a suitable partner who could fulfil her desires. Not only that, but she knew that had she started dating someone whom she wasn’t sexually compatible with, it was bound to end with a breakup later on.

So, for now, she was just experimenting with men who were dominant but certainly not suitable for a relationship. She hoped that someday, somehow, she would find ‘the one’.

oooOOOooo

"Listen, I know you're not going to like what I'm about to tell you, but please let me finish, okay?" Naomi, Hermione's friend, started after some various conversations catching up on each other’s lives. At last, they managed to pack some free time into their busy schedules and grab a cup of coffee together.

Naomi had known Hermione since they were little girls playing in the playground. Unfortunately, when Hermione left for Hogwarts, they had more or less lost touch, up until they met by chance in this very café a few years back. They struck up a conversation and were surprised to find that they got on just as well as they had in the past.

The brown-haired girl rolled her eyes in amusement and leaned back further into her chair; arms crossed. "Here we go." Naomi gathered her thoughts and began. "Well, what if I told you that at work, I happened to overhear one man who would’ve exactly met the preferences you were looking for in someone, and, I sort of set you up with him?" Hermione stared at her friend in disbelief, trying to find the words for an answer that didn't want to come.

"What did you do?!" She snapped, slightly choked up, surprise still lingering on her face.

For the record, Hermione's dear friend was working at a restaurant, but not just any restaurant. This place was different from all the others in that it catered to people who wanted to go on blind dates. All the tables and everything were set up so that the couple sitting at the table didn't see each other but could only hear each other, up until the end when they would decide if they wanted to see who their blind date is or leave anonymously. It was often the case that some couples were already arranged to sit together, perhaps because their mutual friends were trying to set them up, but there was also an option for people who wanted to go 'alone'. In this case, you had to register in advance, stating your age, gender preference and a few other minor details. Then all you had to do was wait for your 'other half' to sign up, and the restaurant would arrange a blind date for the two of you. Her friend always liked to tell her various stories from work to suggest that it really worked out for a lot of people and that they found a partner this way.

Hermione had to admit that it wasn't a bad idea. It gets rid of your prejudices based on appearance, and you can form an opinion about a person based on conversation alone. Although, the fact that she approved of the idea as such didn't necessarily mean that she ever wanted to try it out herself.

"Look, Hermione, I know you've never been into in this concept of blind meeting, but I also know you'd like to have a relationship, not just various one-night stands with men that talk big but won't even satisfy your needs when it comes to it." Hermione let out a soft exhale to calm herself and then gave her friend a serious look.

"I know you mean well, but you could have asked me first, you know? Besides, I don't really like blind dates... Um, and how did you get information about that man?" She added another curious question after the accusation. She could never really be angry with Naomi... especially when she knew that she truly had good intentions and meant well.

"Well, you know, when someone decides to leave early, we have a duty to find out if it was due to an inappropriate behaviour of their companion... And recently, halfway through dinner, this lady got up and began referring to her companion by highly inappropriate terms. So, it was my duty to go and see what was going on. Nothing really happened though, the man just hinted at his, let's say, ‘hobby’ when he thought the lady might accept it, but obviously, it didn't work out too well... The guy was quite handsome, and I thought...maybe you'd get along with him?"

"You know, I don't have to get on with everyone who has the same kinks.." Hermione stammered, already partly amused.

"I know, and that's why I want you to give it a go. You can always leave if you don't like it."

Hermione sighed. Somehow, she realised that, even though she might be strongly against the idea, her friend managed to persuade her easily. It was true that most of the men she had met in clubs were more likely to be people looking for hookups, but if this mysterious man had gone to such an establishment - it meant he was probably looking for a relationship as well. And his preferences being what they were, he tried the blind date card.

"So... you coming?" asked Naomi after a moment of silence, looking at her friend, who had obviously let her mind wander. Her words, however, brought her back to reality, and she could see her sigh in resignation afterwards.

"Okay, I'll try. But I swear that's the last time you get me involved in something like this."

Naomi squealed with delight as she heard her agreement. Now all she had to do was to pray that her instincts about people were right this time so that she wouldn't send her friend on a disastrous date.

oooOOOOooo

Hermione unlocked the door to her flat and walked in wearily. She had just got home from work and the thought of having this date tonight almost made her groan out loud. She really didn't want to, but not only had she already promised her friend, but the man was expecting her to be there, so she would feel even worse if she didn't turn up.

Furthermore, she glanced at the clock in the kitchen, which read 2:30 in the afternoon. That gave her just over three hours to rest a bit before getting ready. She wondered if there was any point in dressing up, considering he wouldn’t actually see her all evening... After pondering it for a while, she concluded that there might be a chance they get to see each other by the end of the date, and decided to put in, at least, a little bit of effort. But figuring out what to wear was a problem for her future self. For now, she was just looking forward to making tea and reading for a while.

As the time for her departure slowly approached, she reluctantly got up and headed for the bathroom. She pulled her hair into a loose bun, changing it to a slightly longer straight black hair, as was her habit when she went to clubs. She has been doing it ever since she'd got the job as Minister of the Department of Mysteries so that no one would recognise her by accident, and to avoid unnecessary tabloid articles.

She has never overdone it with make-up. In fact, she hardly used it for work, so she was content with a light highlighting of her eyes and a slight adjustment of her eyebrows. She wore her favourite perfume, which was just right for such occasions. It was sweet but at the same time it underlined her confidence with its expressiveness. It made her feel sultry.

She wore a simple set of a short black skirt with a grey blouse, pulling the look together with her favourite black stiletto pumps.

She looked seductive but not lascivious at all. On the contrary, she looked desirable and alluring without wearing anything revealing or provocative.

oooOOOooo

She had just apparated on a side of the street not far from the restaurant when she received a message from Naomi: ‘Hermione, he's waiting. And he looks smoking hot.’

Hermione had to grin slightly. Information like that was useless, considering she was going on a blind date. Inwardly, however, she was slightly pleased and decided not to delay any longer and entered the building.

She was greeted at the door by an employee who was looked busy, directing guests to their seats. He stood there with a tablet in his hands, and as soon as he noticed Hermione, he gave her a smile and asked her name. "Claudia," she smiled back and inwardly thanked Naomi once again for at least using her fake name that was common in the Muggle world.

"Then I'd ask you to go through this door and then straight to table number five. Your escort is waiting for you."

The entrance to the hall with the tables was split into two entrances, just to make sure the couple did not see each other before they could.

She thanked him and made her way towards what felt like the beginning of a new chapter in her life.. She passed several tables; the two ends of the table were always separated by a hanging black cloth. Because it was cloth, only a silhouette of the person behind could be seen, but at the same time, unlike other materials, it didn't block out sound, making the conversation seem more natural. Simply perfect.

When she reached the table marked number five, she took another long, calm breath to ward off the stress creeping into her shoulders. "Good evening." She finally got out, just before she started to remove the light cloak she had draped over her shoulders.

"Good evening." He replied almost immediately, waiting for her to sit down.

"Is this your first visit?" He asked her, waiting quietly for an answer.

"Actually, yes," Hermione answered him, albeit honestly, but decided to be completely honest. "Well, my friend enrolled me here." She laughed softly.

"Then you are in the same position as me." He laughed quietly, too.

"But it's not your first time here, is it?" Hermione wasn't sure she was sitting in the right place.

"Is it that easy to tell? Anyway, you're right. This is, as a matter of fact, the second time I'm here, and since the first meeting didn't go so well, my friends persuaded me to give it another try."

She felt he was being honest, and that only impressed her. But she wasn't quite sure how to tactfully suggest that she knew more than she should have about his last meeting - and that she hoped he would bring up the subject himself again. Though she sincerely doubted it, as he must have thought he'd messed up last time and would probably avoid it. Well, she'd probably give him a little push then, sure, that if they didn't 'agree' on these things then she was wasting her time here.

Then the waiter came over and interrupted their initial conversation, so when she ordered her food, her companion asked if she wanted wine. When she replied in the affirmative, he asked the waiter for one of the most expensive wines on offer. Her stomach fluttered slightly; she sincerely hoped he was planning to pay for the wine, as the amount wasn’t really appealing to her.

"Um, I guess I should be honest with you," she finally began, because, despite all her internal monologues, she felt a little bad for him.

"Yes?" he asked, a little surprised.

"A friend of mine works here, and the last time you were here, she was the one who took care of that lady's departure..." He didn't say anything, but she could feel his tension. He had no idea where she was going with that sentence. "Well... my friend suggested that I might appreciate your preferences a lot more." She added, and at that moment she heard him breathe a sigh of relief. She had to smile at herself.

"Really?" His voice suddenly changed completely. It was as if she was talking to someone else, his voice softer but more expressive at the same time. A shiver ran down her spine.

"Indeed." She confirmed his words. She also changed her tone slightly. The whole atmosphere around them suddenly changed. He must have sensed it too.

"Tell me then, miss, what exactly are you looking for?"

"I think it's time for me to start looking for a relationship, but... I don't want to give up... what I like. Unfortunately, I've found that it's a lot harder to find someone like that than I thought..."

"Mmh, then I guess we have the same goal. But you still have to tell me what things you like..."

"Here?!" She looked around in surprise at all the occupied tables near them. She felt her cheeks turn slightly pink and her stomach tingle.

Before he could say anything back, the waiter reappeared at their table, this time with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Here you go" with these words, he poured them a drink and put the bottle back into the ice container he had taken it from.

"It's up to you." He added softly, flirtatiously even. "So, may I ask what your interests are?" He immediately changed the subject when he saw the waiter approaching with two plates.

Hermione was surprised at how well she was getting on with him. He was polite and thoughtful and probably focused and hard-working, just like her. He also seemed to be very intelligent, as she had already discussed some of her favourite books with him (Muggle ones, of course).

She didn't even want to admit how much she actually liked him. The fact that he was there for the same reasons as she was. He had it a little complicated with relationships as well... She was pleasantly surprised. Or maybe it was the third glass of wine talking.

When they had finished dinner and the waiter was taking the plates away, her companion asked him for another bottle. She didn't feel like having another drink, but it also meant that the date wouldn’t end yet, and she didn't want it to.

But the alcohol in her blood has taken effect, and she began to feel not only her courage growing, but also… excitement.

"I'd like to return to a certain subject now if you don't mind." She spoke more quietly, and when she heard his little chuckle, she had to grin.

"You dare?" He gave her a teasing nudge.

"Only if you, too, promise to share." She replied in a similar tone, enjoying the sudden change in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Then you'll have to convince me."

She didn't know what came over her at that moment, not realising that she could ruin everything with what she was about to do. But she did it anyway. She ran her foot lightly over his calf, slowly moving it higher and higher. His sharp intake of breath only encouraged her. When the toe of her shoe almost touched his thigh, she returned it to his calf and repeated the motion.

"I admit it. You are very persuasive, my dear. But I think I should show you your place first."

By the time the words left his mouth, her leg was almost at his knee, but his words only emboldened her. Her action, however, was quickly interrupted by his touch. His hand gripped her ankle tightly, and his other hand ran gently down her calf as she felt him enjoy the touch. Then he positioned her foot against the edge of his chair between his legs in such a way that she almost touched his groin. It was fortunate that the tablecloth on the table almost reached the floor.

His touch sent a shiver down her spine and made her pulse quicken slightly. She took a sip of wine from her glass and bit her lower lip. She was enjoying it.

"My place, you say?" She repeated part of his words, moving her foot just right to touch his crotch gently for a moment. His sharp intake of breath caused indescribably pleasant sensations around her lower abdomen.

"Exactly, it seems some things need to be repeated to you more than once." He replied slightly mockingly, though it was clear he was more than enjoying it.

"So, have I convinced you? Will you share?"

"Would it be very presumptuous of me to show it to you?"

Her body shivered and a kind of electric shock went through her. She felt how much she wanted to say yes, to tell him to show her everything right now... But didn't she want a relationship? Not just sex?

"Maybe? Would you want to have something with a woman who goes out with you on the first date?" She could feel him grinning slightly at her words.

"So you're giving me an excuse to ask you out?" He answered her after a short pause, quietly, with a smug undertone. She didn't answer him directly but slipped a small piece of paper with her phone number on it under the black screen between them. He took it almost immediately, and though she couldn't see it, a slight smile played on his lips.

"Not just on a date." She whispered seductively. She was enjoying this more and more.

"Well then, can I invite you to my place?" he said back.

"Maybe you can also tie me up?" Oh, she really said it out loud, she was really playing her cards now.

"Not just tie you up." You could hear it in his voice - hear what the word 'not just' meant. She liked him more and more.

"Tell me, how well do you know to use a riding crop?"

"That's something you should see for yourself, my dear..."

oooOOOooo

The man was indeed something else, she'd had the pleasure of finding out. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She couldn't stop thinking about how he'd talked to her, how he'd flirted with her, how he'd touched her. How he'd said goodbye.

As they had to say goodbye, he ran his hand slowly and gently over her exposed calf again. But then he gripped her ankle firmly, as he had done earlier that evening. "I hope, my dear, that this mood will carry over to our next meeting. It would be a great pity indeed if it did not." Then he slowly moved her foot back to the floor. She heard the sound of a chair moving, the sound of him getting up and putting on his coat.

"Well, I hope to see you again soon, my mysterious one."

With those words, he left before Hermione, still sitting in astonishment, could say anything.

She sighed softly and leaned wearily against the door of her flat, which she had barely managed to close. She didn't understand how he could leave before she could see him. How could he leave without knowing what she looked like?

She felt betrayed, but she still knew she wanted to see him again. She was angry that he'd made this decision without her... Yet at the same time, it turned her on; the fact that they were still anonymous to each other. They knew a lot about each other, where they worked (Hermione was forced to tell him a rather edited truth), what their hobbies were, what they wanted in life. But at the same time, they knew nothing. Only that they were strongly attracted to each other by their behaviour.

oooOOOooo

She was about to fall asleep when her phone buzzed a short distance from her head, indicating an incoming notification. Her original plan was to ignore it, and she would have done so if she hadn't remembered who it might be. Still, she let out a small, exhausted sigh and reached for the phone.

The brightness of the screen almost burned her eyes and had to wait until her eyes got used to it. She then saw that the notification was indeed a message from an unknown number. Unconsciously, a small smile appeared on her face and a slight tingle settled in her stomach.

When she tapped on the new message to view it, she was pleasantly surprised.

M: I believe you got home safely? M.

"M"? She thought. Is that some kind of clue to his name? ...or is it just a little hint? Master.

H: Yes, I did. I have just gone to bed, thank you for asking.

M: Then I won't disturb you anymore. I hope you can't get me out of your mind... Sweet dreams.

She stared at his last message in disbelief. What kind of egoist could write that? She only knew one of them personally, and therefore - she must have shuddered a little as she somehow connected this person to that man.

H: Neither can you :* Sweet dreams.

oooOOOooo

Hermione didn't have to wait long for the next message. The very next day, around midday, as she was going to lunch with Harry, she received a message.

M: So I was wondering, I don't know if it's too soon, but - would you like to come to my place? M.

A small smile appeared on the brown-haired girl's face, while her stomach tingled a little.

H: Only if you promise me... that everything we talked about will happen :*.

As soon as she clicked "Sent", her stomach tightened again, surprised at her own courage. For some reason, this man was forcing her to push her boundaries. He made her say things to him that she wouldn't normally say. He made her trust him. Furthermore, he exuded authority and confidence - exactly what she was incredibly attracted to and exactly what she craved in a man.

"What are you smiling at?" asked Harry, realising that she had completely ignored him since she'd taken out her phone.

"W-what? Oh - nothing." Hermione muttered, snapping back to reality. Her friend just shook his head in disbelief, but let it go, trusting that when Hermione was ready, she would share.

M: Believe me, I can promise you that... Seven o'clock at 1 Handyside St, London N1C 4BQ?

H: I'll be there.

M: I'll look forward to it.       And when you're outside the door, put on a blindfold, darling. 

A hot cloud poured over her body again and her lower abdomen tingled.... Oh Merlin, this is going to be a long day...

oooOOOooo

Her breathing was slightly shallow, and her heart was beating a little faster than usual. She was getting nervous. When the lift arrived, and she stepped into it, she pushed the button for the seventh floor and as soon as the doors closed behind her, she took another look in the mirror. She tugged at her dress, trying to smooth out the invisible creases until she realised there was not much she could do. Just then, the lift's soft bell announced the opening of the doors. She took a deep breath and stepped out. She looked around the corridor and noticed that there were only two flats on the whole floor. She had already guessed when she saw the building that it wouldn't be the poorest, and now her guess was confirmed.

Looking at the door with the number 21, she took a black opaque scarf from her handbag with trembling hands. Accompanied by the click of her heels, she stopped just outside. She knocked carefully, though she had hesitated just a second before. Then she turned her back to the door and pulled the scarf over her eyes, as she had been instructed.

She waited for a moment in the complete silence of the corridor, the only thing she could hear was her own breathing and perhaps her own heartbeat, but it stopped when she heard the door open behind her. It was followed by exactly two steps towards her. She held her breath as she waited patiently to see what would happen.

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[sluttyslytherin]

•HIS CONTROL IS MY RELEASE• Pt. 1

Draco Malfoy + Hermione Granger

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❥ Warnings: Death Eater‘s kink, dom!Draco & sub!Hermione, praise kink, cocksucking (male!receiving), orgasm control, roughness, choking, facefucking,

❥ Request?: No, just for fun.

❥ Summary: “Bloody hell, I should have used you as my toy earlier,“ he sighed, gripping her hair tighter. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You look pretty sucking my cock, Granger. Don't you care it's an Death Eater's one?,“ he moaned loudly as she let him slide all the way into her throat and she could feel his pre cum on her tongue. “I bet you don't.. and based on looking at you, I would say, you really enjoy it, too.“

❥ Author‘s note: I‘m madly in love with this series.

❥ Word count: ~5250

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

❥ Audiobook (Pt.1):

Draco‘s view read by HIS voice Pt.1/1

Draco‘s view read by HIS voice Pt.1/2

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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Hermione Granger was sitting at a bar in Muggle London when Draco Malfoy entered. She could see him coming through the door out of the corner of her eyes. The same moment she wondered what by holy Merlin he was doing in the middle of the 'normal' world.

Hermione wasn't sure if the rumors circulating about Malfoy were true - for example that he had secretly married and divorced, that he still had his Death Eater uniform and wore it on special occasions, that he was back now and lived in London after spending some years in New Zealand.

The rumors went into much more detail, but Hermione had forbidden herself to think about it. Then she might actually have thought of Draco Malfoy in a attractive way - at some point.

She hadn't seen him in ages and after how things were going she decided not to speak to him. Instead of that, Hermione buried her nose in her book again.

Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the watch she wore on her left wrist.

It was 4:41 p.m. Her heart was pounding like crazy.

Only four hours until she could go home and watch her favorite series. She had taken a liking to the muggle series. Whenever she could, she took her time to watch them.

4:50 p.m. Faster.

Hermione's gaze slid from her book to the bar's door. Had he left already? Crossing her legs, she placed the bookmark in her book. At page 394 she had decided to take a little break.

Her lucky number - still, after all these years. A little reminder of someone who had become a hero to her a long time ago.

“Granger.“

The familiar voice sent goosebumps down her spine. She stopped mid-movement, leaving her coffee mug she wanted to grab, on the table next to her.

Hermione looked up to where the voice was coming from. Malfoy faced her and leaned on his palms which he had placed on the tabletop.

She couldn't help it. Maybe it was his eyes, maybe his half-open mouth, maybe his black suit which was unbuttoned, maybe his voice.. but immediately she thought about all the rumors, which were circling around this man.

And about every single one of the dark little dirty secrets that he might kept.

She knew all these thoughts too well. Shamefully well. She almost felt bad as she indulged in her fantasies about this man over and over again. The man who was actually her enemy. At least that's how it used to be when they went to school.

Now he was standing right across from her and staring straight into her brown eyes. Hermione looked up at his face and then to where his shirt was unbuttoned and she could see his upper body. He was bent down far enough..

“Malfoy.,“ Hermione breathed distracted by his muscles, but cleared her throat the next moment. “Hello.,“ she started again, desperate to appear unconcerned.

Malfoy straightened up very slowly. He was still looking straight at her. “We haven't seen each other in ages. You've grown up. Your hair is even longer.“

Hermione almost laughed at the thought of Draco Malfoy actually trying to compliment her. “Are you trying to flirt with me?“.

She didn't know how those words had made their way to the surface, but they were said too quickly and couldn't be undone.

Perplexed, Malfoy stood in front of the table and - for the first time since Hermione had known him - said nothing.

Hermione only provocatively raised her eyebrows.

After what felt like an eternity, he responded. “See you then.,“ Malfoy grumbled, stepping back and already making his way out.

Hermione didn't know what had gotten into her as she stood up and put her hand on his shoulder, right before he reached the doorknob.

Malfoy flinched as she pulled her hand away from him as quickly as possible. He turned to her, his face now just inches from her‘s. “I'm here every day,“ Hermione whispered to him.

She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted to see him again. He was the one thing she had never understood.

And yes, this fact was driving her crazy.

She just wasn't the type of person who was content to know almost everything. She was known for knowing everything.

Malfoy distanced himself. “Nice to know,“ he said almost coldly, his gray eyes nearly piercing her, “See you tomorrow.“

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4:30 p.m. Her heartbeat increased.

Hermione was back at the bar. This time without a book and without coffee. Her notebook lay in front of her and in her right hand she held a glass of red wine.

This time she wasn't sitting at the small table which she usually preferred. Today she was sitting on one of the bar stools which were standing in front of the counter. Her long hair fell down her back in curls - almost to her round butt.

Hermione glanced at the clock every few minutes. She also didn't know why she was sitting here and why she had put on the black dress with the low neckline, which she normally only wore on dates. She was a mystery to herself - that day.

4:40 p.m. Faster.

The red wine was just wetting her lips when the bar door opened. Hermione didn't have to turn around to know that it was Malfoy who was standing in the doorway. She didn't have to turn around to know that it was his eyes, that made her feel like she was being stared at. And she didn't have to look around to know that Malfoy was walking straight towards her.

A small smile played on her lips, as he slid into the chair next to her.

“Granger,“ Malfoy cooed into her ear. In his voice Hermione could hear a note she didn't recognize, while a shiver ran down her spine. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as he sat there. A suit adorned his body again. This time it was dark green.

“Malfoy.“, Hermione said his name in a shaky voice, but intentionally innocent, “What are you doing here?.“ His eyes fixed her immediately. “Someone, looking just like you, said yesterday she would be here every day. And since I have nothing else to do, this is where I spend my time.“

Hermione took a sip from her wine glass. “I didn't mean this bar. I mean London.“ Malfoy turned to the bartender to order a drink. “Same as her, thanks.“

When the bartender placed the glass in front of him, Malfoy slowly turned back to her. “I was fed up with being so far away from here. Also, I've got some errands to do around here so I might stay here for a little longer.“ Hermione put her glass down on the bar. “You don't have time for this then, do you?“

Malfoy seemed to consider before answering. Out of the corner of her eye again, Hermione could see him trying to find the right words.

“I just take the time.“

He actually had the nerve to hint at something again - and again not to say what he really meant.

Hermione sighed softly and turned to face Malfoy. “You've changed.“ she said softly. He didn't look at her. “In what way?“, he asked simply. The question hung in the air between them. Elusive, until Hermione took a deep breath and said what was on her mind.

“You're not being so direct anymore. You didn't insult me at all yesterday,“ He slowly turned his head towards her. “and you came here today, even though you wouldn't have done it a few years ago.“

“Perhaps I have changed more than you can see.“

Was she wrong, or was it a mischievous smile gracing his flawless face?

“Oh yes?“ Her comment sounded almost mocking, and not at all what it was meant to be. Malfoy raised his eyebrows. “Yes,“ he answered, leaning over the counter to grab the pretzel sticks that were there. “Besides, Granger,“ he whispered to her, his eyes on her again, “your dress is far too short.. and far too open.“

Hermione thought she had misunderstood.

“What?“, she asked him almost without understanding. She would have expected anything, but not a reaction like this. “Your dress Granger.. is too short.“ She didn't know what to say, she just sat there and wondered why he was being such a jerk to her now that she really thought he had changed.

Her back went rigid.

“I believe the phrase you are looking for is ‚Yes, Sir.‘, Granger.“

His statement did something to her. Somewhere in her a fire blazed. It was that kind of fire she had blown out years ago. She could feel it, the small flame, right where her body sat on the chair - right between her legs. And somewhere in her there was a kind of excitement that she only felt when she was thinking about her fantasies. Yes, somewhere in her there was still that naughty girl she used to be, before she gave up on herself for other boys.

Hermione frantically considered what to say in reply. She wanted to say the two words, but what would happen then? Her mouth felt dry as she licked her lower lip slightly with her tongue. After all.. what did she have to lose?

“Yes, Sir.“

Malfoy's mouth twisted into the grin that Hermione knew all too well. Instantly she regretted what she had said.

“Granger, don't you just want the answers to the questions you ask yourself every time you see me?“

Hermione flinched. He had caught her off guard. The ass knew Legilimency and she knew no Occlumency.

She was at his mercy.

“Get out of my mind, Malfoy.“

But Draco just took his glass in his hand with a grin. He emptied it in one gulp and got up. “See you tomorrow Granger,“ he breathed, as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

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His presence was ever-present.

Hermione barely stepped through the bar door, as she saw him sitting on the small black couch in the corner of the room. Exactly where the light wasn't quite bright enough and they were protected from other eyes.

“Malfoy,“ she murmured, standing in front of him, “You came.“

Malfoy looked up from the book he'd been reading until just now. Hermione was surprised to see Malfoy, the same Malfoy who had never read in her presence before, with a book. Malfoy closed the book without taking his eyes off her.

“You were hoping to see me,“ he said, and she heard that one undertone in his voice which he had used all the previous days. “Sit down, Granger.“

Hermione walked around the small table in front of the black couch and slowly sank onto the small space left on the couch. Directly next to Malfoy.

“Yes, you've never really been that close to me.“ Malfoy whispered to her while reading her mind again. Hermione briefly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Will you tell me the answers I'm looking for now?“

With the back of his hand Malfoy slid a drink towards her. He must have ordered it earlier. Hermione hesitated. “I may be an asshole, but I would never drug you.“ Malfoy said in response to her thoughts.

“This is getting a bit annoying,“ Hermione stated. Malfoy leaned his back against the back of the couch. “It's quite useful for other things,“ the blonde whispered, grabbing her hair. She flinched as his cold fingers touched her neck.

A tugging spread between her legs. Hermione didn't know where to put her mind. Everything she was thinking was incredibly embarrassing at that moment. It felt like a thousand thoughts were trying to find their way to the surface and begged to be spoken out. She swallowed hard, took a sip of her glass and then looked up to him. “What the hell are you up to, Malfoy?“

Draco just shook his head ever so slightly, smiling. Then he leaned forward to take his drink. With it in his hand, he leaned back and took a sip now too. Hermione's eyes followed the glass which was on his lips and then settled her gaze on his lips, as he put the glass down.

Hermione couldn't help but think about all the things she would like to do with him. And that's exactly why she still acted like everything was leaving her completely cold. Like his hand on the back of her neck wasn't there, and he couldn't see her. Like she couldn’t hear her heart beating in her ears.

“Granger, your thoughts are so loud in my head, I'm tempted to just put them into action.“

Hermione gasped in surprise. “What?,“ she asked playing dumb, but this time very well understanding him. She just couldn't think of a thought that would allow her to comprehend what was happening.

“Everything on your mind,“ Malfoy murmured, his lips almost touching her ear. “I know, you want all of this to happen.“

The cold metal of his rings startled Hermione out of her trance. How had the glass he was holding gone back on the table and how had his hand landed on her knee so suddenly? When there was one thing Malfoy could do: He knew what he was doing and he knew exactly how to do it.

“How dare you touch me?,“ Hermione whispered, but her voice contradicted what she was saying. It was revealing more with every word.

“Because you want it.“

His lips on her neck, his voice in her ear.

“I hate you, Malfoy!“, she gasped.

“You don't hate me. You want me.“

She turned her head towards him. His lips were so close to hers. His gray eyes, so close that she thought she could sink into them.

“I thought, you hated me,“ she murmured, not taking her eyes off of him.

“You thought. You didn't know. I never said it. You have never asked me.“

She felt like, she could hear his heart beating, until she realized he wasn't in her head anymore, and hadn't been for a while.

“Stop playing games with me, Malfoy,“ Hermione started again, but he pulled her even closer so that now she could feel his breath on her lips.

“I'm not playing games. Do I still look like the little boy from back then? No, I've forced myself to grow up to do someone justice. I don't want to let my life be determined by others anymore.“

“Who were you trying to please?,“ Hermione murmured.

Her gaze still caught up on his lips. So close. As seductive, as the apple on the tree in paradise. Toxic, like the effects of a storm. And yet she wanted to take the risk.

Draco didn’t answer her. Instead, he said something she loved to hear. Even if she didn‘t want to admit it yet. “I still own all the things you fantasize about, Granger.“

A shock went through Hermione. It felt like a bolt of lightning that ended between her legs. Oh, how bad she, the Muggleborn, should feel for having those thoughts. And oh, how she didn't care at that moment.

“What about all the things people are talking

about?,“ she whispered almost too softly.

A smile appeared on Malfoy's lips. This time not at all derogatory. “That's all correct, too,“ he said.

Hermione was just about to move closer to him, as he abruptly let go of her. “Maybe see you tomorrow, Granger,“ Malfoy said in a harsh tone before getting up.

Leaving her mad with longing for the forbidden fruit he was to her.

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When she came into the bar the next day, Malfoy wasn't there. Instead, the bartender approached her. Hermione was incredibly confused when he handed her a letter.

“I'm supposed to give you this and hand you a glass of wine afterwards,“ he said in a loud tone, pointing towards the bar, “and make sure you read the letter. The gentleman that brought it paid me a lot of money for it. I would suggest..?“.

Hermione, who was still confused, followed him to the bar and took a seat. As the wine finally stood front of her, Hermione opened the letter while the bartender watched her closely. It was sealed with the Malfoy's crest. Hermione's hands almost trembled, as she broke the crest and pulled the parchment out of the white envelope.

“This man really made a lot of effort, just for you to read a few lines,“ the bartender murmured. Hermione glanced at him briefly, before unfolding the parchment.

Her eyes swept over the first few lines.

‚Hermione,

If you really want me, here are my rules. I will respect whatever your answer is. If you agree, I will be waiting for you at Malfoy Manor. If not, staying away is the answer I needed. I'll be wearing what you fantasized about.

1. If you need me to stop or directions are not ok or unclear, say „Red“.

2. Direct questions and directions must be answered with „Sir“.

3. Ask, never assume.

4. If you are upset, tell me.

5. Say „Thank you” after both reward and punishment.

6. Never be ashamed of what gets you excited.

7. I want to hear what you desire.

8. No negative self talk.

9. Do not touch yourself without asking for permission.

10. Do not touch me without asking me for permission.

11. No orgasms without asking for permission.

12. When being spanked you will count.

13. Everything we do or say is role play and isn't meant to hurt each others feelings.

D.M.‘

Hermione read the letter at least three times before reaching for her glass. She drained it with a single gulp.

“There must have been written something special in this letter,“ the bartender whispered, looking at Hermione‘s face. Then he turned away and took care of the other guests' orders.

Hermione sat on her stool with the letter in her hand. She did not know what to think. She only knew that she wanted all of this.

Every single thing. Everything. Without exception.

She didn’t know what he was planning for her and yet she didn’t care. All Hermione knew was: She longed to please him.

And she didn't care, that it was a Death Eater, that was going to give it to her. In fact, she wanted him.

She wanted Draco Malfoy.

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“Granger.“

Hermione heard Malfoy's voice echo through the Manor as the front door magically opened. She entered slowly. The Manor was large. Even the entrance hall was huge.

“Malfoy,“ Hermione replied with a smile on her lips. They got used to each other over the few days. It was almost like a game. First he said her name or she his and then the other one answered. Hermione had enjoyed those little things.

“Please go upstairs where my bedroom is. I'll follow you shortly,“ she heard his voice sounding through the halls again. But Hermione couldn‘t tell from where in the Manor his voice came.

Hermione looked over at the large stone staircase that led upstairs to the first floor. Slowly she made her way upstairs.

The door on the left side of the hallway was open. It was a large oak door with silver handles. Hermione slowly walked toward the room, still focused on all the sounds behind her. As Hermione entered, the door suddenly slammed shut behind her. She got a terrible shock.

“Malfoy?,“ she whispered into the empty room. He wasn't there. Hermione started to wonder if it had all been a mistake.

Did he just want to tease her?

She walked over to the window to look out. It was already getting dark outside. Hermione hadn't even noticed how quickly the time had flown by. She sighed and was about to lean on the window sill, when she suddenly heard the faint crackle of an apparation behind her.

Then, out of nowhere, someone had wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her back into his grip. Hermione squeaked in surprise, but quickly caught herself.

“Your thoughts are so loud in my head, I can't even think straight anymore.“

Draco Malfoy.

The cold metal of the mask pressed against the back of her neck, as his grip on her neck tightened.

“Come with me.“

He pulled her backwards, away from the window to the end of the bed.

“On your knees, Mudblood.“

Hermione's mind was suddenly blown blank. All her thoughts were gone with only this one word. If someone else had said it, it wouldn't have had the desired effect. Yes, she would even have just left.

But it was Malfoy who said it.

And fuck it, it turned her on.

So much, in fact, that just that word had her soaking her panties.

Hermione knelt down, palms up on her thighs. Yes, it wasn't the first time she had done that. She had her eyes on his mask which covering his face, and on his bulging eyes which seemed to jump at her through the mask.

Her gaze swept over his body. It was cloaked in black leather, buckles and fabric. Only his hands were visible, on which he was wearing all the rings he had worn during his school time. She also recognized the signet ring with the serpent on one of his fingers.

“Tell me what you want to happen,“ Malfoy growled. Hermione could hear how strained he was sounding.

“Fuck my brain out.“

Hermione had no idea how the words had come out of her mouth. The sight of him almost drove her insane.

“You forgot something.“

His voice sounded more demanding and somber than before. Hermione considered albeit a moment too long.

“I,“ she muttered. “Strike one,“ he answered.

“I don't know,“ she whispered again. “Strike two,“ he growled.

“Sir,“ she finally spat out.

“This will have consequences,“ Malfoy whispered and ran his fingers through her hair, “and now be a good fucktoy and say the whole sentence again.“

Hermione wanted to feel the consequences. She wanted the pain - but more than anything, she wanted this man.

“Please fuck my brain out, Sir,“ she said with a big grin on her lips.

Malfoy reached for her chin and let his hand wander down at her throat. Than he squeezed it tight.

“You will obey me. You will do everything I say. Do you understand?“

Hermione tried to swallow, but couldn't. He tightened his grip more and clawed his nails into her throat. Than he let go. “Use your words, Mudblood. I want to hear your voice.“

“I understand, Sir.“, Hermione whimpered, barely able to control herself anymore. She never thought, this would ever happen to her.

“Now be my good little whore and open my trousers.“

His voice made her feel even more edged on. Hermione tried to remember how to use her hands, but she was just staring at his whole formal Death Eater Uniform.

“Use your fucking hands, whore,“ Malfoy demanded. His voice sounded dangerous and made her almost flinch. She lifted her shaky hands slowly and pulled down the silver zipper of his leather trousers.

“Now take them off.“

Hermione didn't even hesitate. She grabbed his trousers and pulled them off his perfect body while staring at the mask. She felt butterflies rise up in her stomach and moaned silently, as he took his hand and put it on her head.

“Take my pants off, Mudblood.“, Malfoy said with a trembling voice. He struggled to control himself.

Hermione smiled, watching his mask. She put her fingers on the waistband and slowly pulled his pants down. Her eyes darted to his dick. She gasped in amazement.

“Open your mouth, my little whore. I'll rip up your throat now.“

Hermione thought she would faint. She was so horny that all she really could think about was letting him fuck her brain out. At least it was a good way to go stupid.

“Open up, or I will make you do it.“

She didn't. She was too curious what would happen next.

“A little brat you are, huh?,“ Malfoy growled, his teeth clenched behind the mask. “Open up immediately!“

His hand shot to her face and slapped her cheek. Hermione gasped, half in surprise, half in arousal. Then she grinned, but when she still didn't open up, he put his hand on her nose.

“That's the last time I'll say it. Do you understand, Mudblood? You open up immediately, or you will first be punished and then left alone and unsatisfied in this room.“

Hermione couldn't breathe and she loved that feeling. She didn't even have to touch herself to know that her whole knickers and more were soaked.

When she finally opened her mouth with a moan, he immediately grabbed her head and let his dick slide in her mouth. He didn't say a word, nor a sound, but she knew he loved it. She sucked his hard dick with pleasure, looking at his now closed eyes.

“Put your hands behind your back, Mudblood.“, Draco whispered, trying to oppress a moan. “Suck it faster.“

Hermione did what he wanted, letting her mouth slide up and down his cock. When she used her tongue, Malfoy finally let out a silent moan.

“Bloody hell, I should have used you as my toy earlier,“ he sighed, gripping her hair tighter. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You look pretty sucking my cock, Granger. Don't you care it's an Death Eater's one?,“ Draco moaned loudly, as she let him slide all the way into her throat and she could feel his pre cum on her tongue. “I bet you don't, and based on looking at you, I would say, you really enjoy it, too.“

Hermione smiled, her thoughts letting her go completely insane. “Fuck, Granger,“ Malfoy hissed suddenly, “You really want to taste loads of my good pureblood cum?“

Draco‘s eyes were glassy, watching at his dick disappearing in her mouth over and over again. “Don’t choke,“ he moaned whilepushing his dick even deeper, letting out a loud whimper.

Draco Malfoy fucking whimpered.

She felt his warm, sour cum squirt deep into her throat and swallowed every drop, before moaning and trying to control herself not to cum too. “Don’t,“ Malfoy simply moaned, grabbing her arm and pulling her up on her feet.

Hermione had trouble to stand. Her knees were weak.

“Undress yourself, little Mudblood,“ Malfoy whispered, still trying to control himself again. “Slowly.“

He went to the bed and sat down on the edge, right where the bed ended. Hermione went after him, heavily breathing. Her brain felt numb from his constant pushing her head onto his dick earlier.

Hermione looked at the Death Eater sitting on the edge of the bed and couldn’t be more aroused. Knowing it was Malfoy made it even better for her.

She slowly undressed her sweater and skirt, leaving her underwear on.

“Take it all off,“ Malfoy whispered, his cock visibly starting to harden again. “You’re such a good toy, Hermione. Look how much you turn me on.“

Hermione felt like being in a bubble of lust and overexcitement. She slipped out of her wet red knickers, pulled off her matching bra and went to the man, who owned her now. She felt her wetness run down between her thighs, while all she wanted was finally sit down on his perfect cock.

“Lay down on the bed, my little whore,“ Malfoy moaned silently, watching her immediately doing what he ordered her. “Slide to the edge.“

Hermione sat up and did as he said. “Watch me,“ Malfoy whispered and slowly unzipped his uniform jacket. “Look me in the eyes.“

He slowly undressed himself in front of her, sliding down his jacket from his arms and let it fall to the floor. Hermione felt like she couldn’t breathe. Loads of little moans escaped her lips, while Malfoy unbuttoned his black suit shirt. His eyes didn’t leave her face for a single moment. His suit shirt slid to the floor.

Hermione stared at his Death Eater Mark. All she could think was, how much Malfoy turned her on, too. It was him, she was longing for.

When he was standing there naked, he slowly approached Hermione. She was laying in bed, breathing heavily with her mouth wide open. She watched him coming closer, still looking at her.

“Take it off,“ Malfoy whispered, guiding Hermione’s hands to his mask. “Yes, Sir,“ Hermione moaned silently and slowly let his mask slide down his face. His beautiful features appeared from underneath it.

“Lay down, toy,“ Malfoy hissed now, his eyes full of lust. “Enjoy my tongue.“

With these words Draco parted her legs. He got on his knees directly in front of her and let his tongue slide over her swollen cunt. “You taste like heaven, litte Mudblood,“ he moaned loudly, his dick twitching.

“Taste,“ he said, sliding one finger inside her and pulling them out, before pushing it wide into Hermiones’s mouth. Hermione didn‘t even choke.

She sucked this finger clean. „So good, Sir.“, she whispered.

The prince of Slytherin really kneeled between her legs, desperate to eat her out.

Malfoy smiled, making her moan out loud, as he stuck his fingers inside her again, twitching and hitting her most sensitive spot. “Oh fuck,“ Hermione spit out between the electrifying shocks he gave her, “You’re so good.“

“Don’t cum, Mudblood,“ Malfoy moaned, his mouth vibrating against her cunt. He licked every single part of it, letting his tongue wander around her swollen button. “Please fuck me, Sir. Please,“ Hermione begged, almost blacking out from the pleasure he gave her.

He pulled his fingers out her and came up to her, looking her straight into the eyes. “You want to feel my big Death Eater’s cock, huh?,“ he smiled.

With one hand he grabbed her throat and squeezed it. Hermione moaned loudlessly. He lift up her butt und placed his dick at her cunt. Hermione felt like she would explode. “Beg for my dick,“ Malfoy demanded, loosening his grip around her throat.

“Please put it in there, Sir, please, please, please,“ Hermione moaned, looking at his dick at her cunt. Malfoy came over her, looking into her eyes. “You are so pretty begging for me to be fucking you,“ he whispered. His lips were caressing her throat, leaving little hickeys everywhere.

Marking her as his for everyone to see.

“Look me in the eyes, toy,“ Draco moaned while slowly sliding his cock in.

Than he finally kissed her.

His eyes didn’t leave her’s, as he slowly fucked her. His hand was still at her throat, her mouth wide open. Loud moans and pleads escaped her mouth with every thrust.

Hermione didn‘t even know what she was pleading for. She just wanted more.

He kissed her again, sucking on her lip, tasting his cum on her tongue. He felt her walls flutter around his cock, as she closed her eyes for a second. Her whole body was begging for release.

“I’m close,“ Draco moaned into her ear. “I’ll pump my hot pureblood cum into you.“ He tried to steady himself, as Hermione started yelling and moaning at the same time.

“You’re all mine now.“

He twisted her nipples, giving her the last sensation she needed. “Come for me,“ he demanded, thrusting into her harder with every push, “Now.“

She whimpered, pulling him closer.

“Draco,“ she finally moaned his name a few seconds after, “Oh Draco.“

She looked him straight into the eyes, as her body started shaking with force. Her pussy literally soaked his dick with her juices, while she was screaming his name, still being fucked by him.

“I’m cumming Hermione,“ Draco almost screamed too, pushing into her with a few more thrusts and finally squirting his cum deep inside her pussy..

#dracomalfoy #draco malfoy smut #hermione granger #dom!draco #sub!hermione #dramione #smut #sluttyslytherin

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Original Characters, Portrait Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: Bullying, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Dom/sub, Sub Severus Snape, Bottom Severus Snape, Top Harry, Light Bondage, Light BDSM, Fluff and Smut, Improvised Sex Toys, Digital Art, NSFW Art Summary:

When one of Severus' students goes missing, Severus calls in Auror Harry Potter to help. When Harry shows up in the body of a bloody demigod and a smile that could slay demons, Severus realises he may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Somehow, he doesn't mind.

#harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #snarry #auror harry #auror ron #auror hermione #headmaster Severus #dom/sub #sub severus #dom harry #homophobia #bullying #implied child abuse

[ameliathefatcat]

Do you think any student had their name mispronounced at the sorting ceremony?

#Harry Potter #sorting ceremony #I’m just thinking about how much a teacher would butcher Hermione or Padma or Parvati #Hermione we know in canon has her name mispronounced and for the Patil twins have you heard a sub trying to pronounce Indian names

[kyliafanfiction]

I know, deep in my heart, that Draco Malfoy is a bratty sub.

And yet, finding fics where that’s true and Hermione doms him is nearly impossible.

His bratty subness is so freaking obvious to me, and YET.

Nowhere near as many people as you’d think see it.

#It's almost enough to make me wish I shipped Drarry because from what I've seen Drarry fics are more likely to make him a bratty sub #but I don't care for m/m and I don't ship or like Drarry #Dramione #There are just not enough Dom!Hermione fics out there #also not enough creature!Hermione fics #at least not in Dramione #grumping

[allofthelights11]

Sneak peek of The Slap(s) - a story of 12 chapters for the Sub!Draco fest, with the first 3 chapters revealing on June 5th with the rest of the collection! Fully prewritten.

👀

#dramione #fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #ao3 fanfic #hermione granger #smut #dramione art #spicy content #sub!draco

[hannysarang]

Control // Three.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 03 ------------

“As much as I do like seeing you pink and sensitive, you’re not to touch yourself without my permission.”

As Hermione’s words, Draco tilted his head a little. How would she even know?

“You know, Draco,” said Hermione with a mischievous smile, her tone a little quieter now. “I was hoping you’d challenge me.”

Okay, now he was scared.

She took out her wand and conjured something, a metallic concoction. It almost looked like a cage.

“What is that?” he asked, hopefully not looking as terrified as he felt.

“A chastity cage; it’s a cage for your cock,” she nonchalantly replied.

If he were a character in a comic book, this square would be covered in question marks. A cock cage? That was a thing?

With experienced hands, Hermione took his now flacid dick and locked him in before he could protest. Once finished, he stared down, almost in shock.

“How does this… how do I pee?” he helplessly asked.

She traced her fingers along the area where his dick was exposed, as it was a cage with metal bars and not walls. “It’ll come out through here. Your smart brain will be able to figure this out in no time.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of it. “What happens if I get hard?”

“If you have an iron cock, it’ll break the cage,” she joked. 

“I’m being serious.”

“Your dick might throb and hurt a little, but it’ll adjust to the space given to it. You’ll just have to try not to get hard until I unlock you.”

Right. Because that’s easy. He had been getting hard just by the thought of Hermione all day.

“And when will that be?”

She shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out together.”

Draco stared, still, trying to wrap his head around this torture device. “People have fun with this?”

“I’m already having fun,” Hermione laughed and leaned in, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “You’ll survive, I promise.”

Suddenly, the cage wasn’t what filled his mind. His eyes shot up to meet hers, cheeks tingling where her lips had touched.

If he asked for another, would she give him one?

All he had ever wanted was to feel those lips on his. As much as he loved feeling them on his dick, he wanted to feel them on his lips.

“Come out after you’ve collected yourself,” said she, getting up and brushing her knees.

Continue Chapter 03 on ao3

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#dramione #dramione fanfic #hermione x draco #dom hermione granger #hermione granger #sub draco malfoy #sub/dom #draco malfoy #smut