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sluttyslytherin · 1 year ago

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•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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draqo-pctter · 2 years ago

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twenty-eight minutes past bedtime; a dramione microfic on ao3

words: 985 rated e, explicit tags: domestic hotness, dom draco, dramione as parents (no children were harmed in the writing of this drabble)

a/n: prompt taken from fluff prompts but make them nsfw on twitter. day five prompt: scout girl. originally shared on my twitter, draqo_pctter

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miss-grimwood · 2 years ago

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Beg - Bellamione

‘Please, Bellatrix, please,’ Hermione begged, pulling against her restraints. Bellatrix stood before her, looking down at the girl.

‘Pathetic.’ She growled.

‘Now, now, what to do with you?’ She wondered aloud, stepping forward. She lifted Hermione’s chin with a clawed finger, inspecting her flushed face.

Her eyes bore into Hermione, making her squirm.

Bellatrix lifted her skirt, her cunt face to face with Hermione’s eager lips.

‘Make me feel good, pet.’ She whispered.

Hermione obeyed eagerly, her lips finding Bellatrix’s swollen clit, sucking hard. Bellatrix gasped, threading her fingers through Hermione’s curls to keep her in place.

When Hermione had asked to try role play in the bedroom, she’d been skeptical, but oh how wrong she was.

Hermione played such a good little pet.

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nidamae-approvedhpfanfics · 4 months ago

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In Spite of Faith -

A Hermione and Neville love story jump started by the marriage law.

Hermione was quietly eating her breakfast, sitting between Minerva and Neville at the professor’s table, when an owl unceremoniously dropped a letter in her porridge. She had barely opened the letter when three more owls came forward and dropped their letters in Neville’s plate, as well as Draco’s and her own - again.

The marriage law was in place.

NOTE: This is a green-flag-guy fan fiction: no drama, just two people (quickly) falling in love.

Language: English Words: 33,594 Chapters: 11/11 Comments: 33 Kudos: 184 Bookmarks: 40 Hits: 4,416

Hermione Granger/Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall, Draco Malfoy, Herbology Professor Neville Longbottom, Nevmione, marriage law, Slow Burn, Forced Proximity, Friends to Lovers, improper use of prefect bathroom, neville smells like mint, neville has been pinning for ages, light PTSD, green flags guy, green flag, Professor Hermione Granger, Professor Neville Longbottom, Greenhouse shenanigans, Hogwarts, Confident Neville Longbottom, Hermione is learning to manage feelings, light dom/sub dynamic, improper use of professional title, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Draco is a nice guy, Magical Bond, Soulmates, fast paced fic, Library Sex, Hogwarts Library Restricted Section

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hannysarang · 2 years ago

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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.

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•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

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draqo-pctter · 2 years ago

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i outrank you; a dramione microfic on ao3

words: 1,332 rated e, explicit tags: minister of magic hermione granger, head auror draco malfoy, they’re both two touch-starved divorcee’s, dom draco

a/n: originally posted in a two-part drabble thread on twitter.

#dramione #dramione ao3 #dramione microfic #dramione fanfic #dhr #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hermione x draco #draco x hermione #dhr fanfic #dhr fanfiction #dom draco malfoy #draqo-pctter tumblr #draqo_pctter twitter #ohthedrarry ao3

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celestialseawitch-ff · 3 months ago

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I posted a new chapter and not ALSO a new story like some of you ANIMALS wanted (I love you all so much)

So as a consolation prize, here is the summary of a future fic that I am so close to posting it almost went up tonight~

Mutually Beneficial:

Hermione Granger is a lawyer turned school teacher. Closer to thirty than she is twenty, she's trying to build friendships and find a partner she can settle down with. That is until she learns that the school is running bankrupt and will shut down soon if they don't get a lot of money in a very short amount of time. Enter Harry Potter, who has recently learned that if he wants to keep his family fortunes left to him by his parents and godfather, he has to get married in less than a year.

All of this, Hermione can handle. She can handle the school. She can handle Harry Potter chasing her down to be his wife. She can even handle how lonely she is all of the time. What she's realising might be harder to handle is her desire to have Harry bend her over his knee while she calls him 'daddy' -- but it'll certainly be fun.

debating posting a new chapter of Time, And Time Again or posting a whole new story LOL

WHAT HAVE WE UNLEASHED

I can't keep posting new stories every week. But also--

#welp #so that's a thing #harmony #harmonie #harry x hermione #harry potter #hermione granger #dom harry potter #sub hermione granger #bd/sm daddy #daddy k!nk #this story is not as kinky as it seems #but also it is as kinky as it seems #i think it's just well balanced out by that fact that there is a lot of plot

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sundrop-writes · 3 months ago

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The Restricted Section

Hermione Granger x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader x Harry Potter

Summary:

Harry wishes that Hermione would just relax. Just because he doesn't know the exact source of a hand-written spell in an old textbook doesn't mean that it's completely evil.

Intent to prove her wrong, he dawns his Invisibility Cloak and sneaks off to the Restricted Section of the library, looking for a more solid source of that spell - and he completely forgets everything that he set out to do when he finds Hermione along the way, doing something (or rather, someone) in a secluded corner of the library that is definitely not studying. (Something that he'll never be able to get out of his mind ever again.)

Hermione Granger x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader x Harry Potter. Accidental Voyeurism upon an Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Half-Blood Prince.

Word Count: 4,400

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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this fic is primarily smut focused; there is some very vague plot - Harry and Hermione have an argument because Hermione doesn't like the Half-Blood Prince's book and wants Harry to get rid of it (and they are still not on good terms when the smutty stuff comes up); passing mention of a hex that gives you boils that never heal; the primary pairing in this fic is between Hermione and the reader, and Harry spies on them having sex using his Invisibility Cloak - that does mean that this fic has dubious consent and dubious morality, because Harry never asks for their permission to watch and never reveals himself to them, and during the course of this fic they also don't find out that he's there (if this is the kind of thing that makes you uncomfortable, then I would recommend moving on to one of my other fics); the reader has a vagina and uses she/her pronouns; the reader's looks - including race, hair colour, skin tone, etc. are not described in anyway; there is use of Y/N in this fic; the reader is a Gryffindor in this fic (I wanted her to be closer with Hermione, sharing a dorm with her, and be closer to the trio in general); Harry has had a crush on the reader for a while before this, but this is the first time he views Hermione sexually past his platonic friendship feelings for her; accidental voyeurism - Harry does not intend to spy on the girls, but once he discovers them, he doesn't stop watching; semi-public sex - Hermione and the reader are fucking in the library, but they are fucking in a much more secluded part of the library where Hermione knows that someone is less likely to discover them; there is some sub/dom dynamics - Hermione and the reader having a pre-existing sub/dom relationship where Hermione is very dominant and the reader is submissive, and Harry is understanding those dynamics as he observes them; Hermione calls the reader: little girl (not as indication of her size, but as a form of degradation and condescension), little bitch, little whore, slutty, brat, darling,; Hermione demands to be called 'Mistress'; Harry is a switch - he imagines himself as both dominant and submissive in his fantasies; (Harry as a 'sir' kink in his fantasies); mentions of creampie kink (one of Harry's fantasies); Hermione is very mean and condescending toward the reader; brat taming/punishment and reward - the reader has 'misbehaved' and Hermione seeks to correct it; degradation kink (towards the reader); Hermione fingers the reader; Hermione uses the reader's tie like a leash; lots of dirty talk (from Hermione); Harry considers masturbating but does not (because he fears getting caught) (and there is a mention of him masturbating to thoughts of what happened in a more private space afterwards); pussy spanking/clit spanking (from Hermione towards reader) and ass spanking (towards reader - just once) (no severe pain kink); orgasm denial (towards the reader); I believe that's it.

A/N: This was such a random idea that zapped into my head that demanded to be written. People were asking for Hermione x Fem!Reader smut and it was something I really wanted to do, but I only really felt inspired to do it when it occurred to me to write Hermione through Harry's eyes. To talk about her going from this very non-sexual being to someone so sexually powerful in his eyes - it was something really fun. And I am so glad I actually managed to squeeze this one in and finish it before the poll for the other fic finished up. I feel like this is such a fun, Harry Potter based idea that uses themes and elements unique to the series. And it's wonderful, filthy horny smut. So I hope that you guys enjoy!!

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Harry really didn’t understand Hermione sometimes.

She was an amazing friend, someone that he wouldn’t trade for the world - someone so wonderfully loyal, smart, and fun to be around during the times when she let herself actually relax and untense. But during the times when she had that intensely large stick up her arse, she could be the biggest pain in the world. Sometimes, it was like she stayed up late in her dormitory, just thinking of ways to drive Harry and Ron utterly mad.

Yes, Harry knew that his particular fascination with the Half-Blood Prince’s book was not exactly… normal. But Hermione’s attachment to a lot of her books was never normal either. And just because the book was old didn’t mean that it was bad. Just because Harry was fascinated by it didn’t mean that there would be negative consequences.

There was no reason for her to go off on a long tangent about ‘dark magic’ and ‘the Latin origins of spells’ when he had asked her about a hand-written spell that was in the book. Something that spiralled into a huge argument between the two of them when he refused to hand over the Prince’s book once she had asked him where he had gotten the spell. To her, it was something that sounded very dangerous, and she complained that therefore, the whole book was dangerous. He complained that she had a knot in her knickers because he had just been asking if she knew what the spell was or not, if she had heard of it before - it’s not like he had any intentions of actually using it.

And then Hermione had warned him that he should simply throw the book away and he told her that she was just jealous that he was actually getting better grades than her in a class for once, and the night ended with her huffing off to bed and stomping up the stairs - and the two of them hadn’t spoken in over a day because of it. Ron was nagging both of them to make-up - but Harry was chuffed, honestly. For once, Ron knew what it felt like to be between two feuding friends, trying to mend the fences.

Harry wasn’t going to apologise.

Hermione wasn’t the queen of everything. She couldn’t just demand things from him and expect him to follow suit. He had his own brain, despite what she thought, and he could make his own judgements. Harry had no plans to use the spell if Hermione thought it was dangerous, and he had just been asking about it out of curiosity. But he was more peeved that it led to her demanding that he throw the book away or destroy it, like she held some authority over him, like she was his damn mother or something.

This left Harry stewing in his annoyance as he made his way to the Restricted Section of the library the next night. He was still curious if the spell had any other known origins - another spell book, some kind of book about dark magic. Hell, he would revert to a Latin textbook if he was desperate, just to get a leg-up without directly asking Hermione. But he was headed to the Restricted Section first - because as much as she was annoying, Hermione usually was right.

He was feeling confident and perhaps a bit cocky to find the source of the spell and wield some more knowledge over her that she didn’t have. For once.

Harry had dawned his Invisibility Cloak for this task, of course. It wasn’t past curfew yet, but the library was about ten minutes from closing, and he knew that it would be easier to sneak in before Madame Pince locked up and stay there well after dark, taking his time in order to find what he needed. And any trip to the Restricted Section without a note from a professor giving permission required such a disguise.

The library was practically deserted due to the late hour - most students having wandered off to bed like good rule followers. Harry wasn’t surprised when he heard a particular, familiar voice coming from an isolated area of small desks study carols back between a few towering book cases. Of course, she would think that this would be the perfect place to get her work done, undisturbed. He couldn’t hold back from rolling his eyes when he heard that voice taking on her usual scolding, bossy tone.

“I am not at all pleased with you, you know that?”

It was Hermione.

Harry knew for a fact that Ron was in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, his face unpleasantly glued to Lavender’s once again, so he wasn’t the one in the path of Hermione’s wrath this time. Harry had to wonder who exactly had come on the other end of her up-tight, nosy fortitude.

He had seen Hermione usher you off to the library after class earlier that afternoon, saying something about the mark on your last Transfiguration essay being ‘far below your usual standard’, and talking about how you ‘needed to follow her study schedule more closely’ - and Harry had felt sorry for you at the time, if anything. The fact that you would have Hermione hovering over your shoulder, bothering you all afternoon, marking all your work and making you redo it to her incredibly high standards.

Sometimes, he felt sorry for the fact that you had to share a dorm with her. That you couldn’t escape Hermione even for a peaceful night of slumber.

But surely the two of you hadn’t spent this long in the library together. Even you wouldn’t take three or four hours to do your homework up to Hermione’s standards. She would have freed you by now - and with any luck, you would be off somewhere, snogging some lucky bloke - (Harry couldn’t let that particular train of jealous thought get to him right now).

“Little girl, am I going to have to get mean with you?”

Hermione’s voice came again, just as bitter as usual, and then it clicked with Harry.

No, it wasn’t you, perhaps Hermione was taking out her anger on a couple of First Years for not doing their homework, getting on the wrong end of Hermione’s ill-guided Prefect power that she wielded like a presidency. Harry held back a scoff of laughter, and he couldn’t help the urge to move toward the sound of her voice, eager to see what exactly was going on.

“Stop being such a whiny little bitch - you asked for this. Now shut up and take it like a good little whore.”

Those words - those words in Hermione’s voice - immediately smacked Harry in the face harder than any stunning curse ever could have. He craned his neck around the bookcase in front of him so hard to see what was happening that he harshly smacked one of his shoulders, nearly giving himself away with the noise and having to strangle down his cry of pain in order not to be caught.

However, after a moment, he came around the corner completely and rested against the bookcase comfortably as his eyes took in the utterly unbelievable sight at the other end of the aisle.

Holy fuck.

Holy… fuck.

It was you.

You and Hermione. Hermione and you.

You and Hermione looking like some sort of unbelievable pornographic dream.

Hermione had you pressed up against a desk, your legs spread wide for her with your arse just balanced on the edge of the table while she stood between them - it took Harry’s very stunned brain a moment to process it, but he realised that her arm working furiously between your thighs like that, pistoning back and forth while you spread your legs wider and leaned into the touch could only mean one thing.

She was finger-fucking your pussy.

Harry had no clue how he hadn’t picked up on the other sounds previously, especially not in the dead quiet of the library. But it was blatantly fucking clear to his ears now. The sound of your wetness sliding against her fingers, so beautifully sloppy - he could only imagine how slick you were, how pretty your cunt looked around her fingers, which were usually only meant for gripping quills or turning the pages in her next book. Along with your repressed moans, barely caught in your chest where you were biting your lip raw, clearly trying your best to stay quiet - the sounds coming out, as Hermione had described them: whines, as though you were a needy bitch in heat.

Harry was in utter shock.

Never, in a thousand years, would ever have imagined Hermione Granger looking at you with crazed heat in her eyes, her stern brow and disappointed frown somehow so perfectly fitting for the situation. Scolding you in her bossy voice while she held on tight to your Gryffindor tie like a leash, keeping your posture tight and straight as she finger-fucked you in the most rough, harsh way that Harry could have ever pictured.

Hermione - uptight, bookish, rule-bound Hermione - fucking you in the library where anybody could have caught the two of you. It seemed so wildly unimaginable, and yet - when more scolding words came out of her lips in that bossy tone, it seemed… so terribly fitting for her.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl, haven’t you?” Hermione breathed hotly, giving another harsh tug on your tie that made you whine deeply in the back of your throat.

Harry swore the sound of her fingers jabbing between your legs became even wetter, sloppier sounding. So you liked being called naughty.

“Yes, I have-” You whined out, and Hermione tugged the tie again, cutting off anything further that you had to say with a harsh jolt.

Harry’s cock snapped to attention at an alarmingly fast rate, the blood rushing into his prick so quickly that it almost made him dizzy. The moral contention of watching two of his good friends go at it didn’t really cross his mind at all (perhaps his morality was going a bit too grey, using an old marked up book to ‘cheat’ in his classes these days). But he knew that wanking would be a bad idea simply based on the fact that he would have a difficult time staying quiet. So he reached down and squeezed the bulge in his trousers, gaining little relief from this as he looked on. He likely wouldn’t have been able to pull his eyes away if Voldemort himself showed up and demanded it.

“Such a naughty little bitch - you can’t even go one afternoon without having your slutty cunt filled, can you?” Hermione demanded, her words seemingly growing filthier by the second.

“I need it.” You moaned, arching into her further, as though you were possessed.

Harry would have wondered if she had been replaced by someone else, or bewitched - but you seemed to love it, loved everything she was saying. She seemed to be playing into a knowledge of your kinks, things that she knew would make you weaker and more lustful in her hands. Which was so Hermione that it was painful. Studying for something, keeping a backlog of useful knowledge.

Harry just never would have guessed that she would have used her big brain for this.

What made matters even more dizzying and shocking - this was Hermione and you. A pair he never would have thought up that also somehow made so much sense. Now, every single time the two of you snuck off giggling and Harry thought that it was just something girlish that he didn’t understand - he had to wonder what the two of you had been doing.

The fact that Hermione had been Viktor Krum’s date to the Yule Ball and you had been Harry’s, but you and Hermione had been glued to each other all night made a lot more sense. Every single time the two of you walked to class together holding hands, every single time you showed up to the Gryffindor table with some kind of glaring love mark on your neck and Ginny or someone else asked you about it and Hermione had laughed when you named off a different boy from a different house - it all made strange sense in Harry’s eyes.

This was you - one of the hottest, most sought-after girls at Hogwarts. The star of every single one of Harry’s wanking fantasies since you had given him a pity kiss under some mistletoe after a DA meeting. (He had a feeling that Hermione would be sneaking into those fantasies too, now, as much as he had tried to keep her out on the grounds that it would be rude to wank to his best friend). You, someone who was so gorgeous and so desirable and somehow never seemed to have a long-term boyfriend, as often as guys asked you on dates, and as often as you claimed to like certain boys and even flirted with them.

Apparently Hermione had been keeping you on a leash this whole time. A tight leash - just like the way she was holding your tie, keeping you close, keeping you waiting with baited breath for her next move.

“Mione-” You breathed out in return, a slight begging in your voice that had Harry light-headed in seconds.

This was better than any fantasy he could have dreamt up.

“Ah-ah. Hush, little girl.” Hermione fired back, that bossy condescending she always used somehow sounding all the more perfect in this context. “You’ve been such a proper brat all day, and you’re going to take what I give you, understand?”

You nodded your head (as much as you could with the hold she had on you) and made a noise of affirmation. But Hermione gave another sharp tug on your tie, clearly displeased with this.

“Come on, use your words now. Be a good girl.” She ordered sharply, the only thing giving away what must have been her own arousal being a slight hint of breath on her voice. Otherwise, she was entirely proper - not a single wrinkle in her impeccable uniform, her face entirely straight and firm as she stared you down with sharp eyes.

“Yes, Mione-”

“No, darling. Wrong again.”

Hermione hauled her hand back, creating another loud wet sound as she hauled her fingers out of your pussy entirely. Harry harshly craned his neck again, and it was only then that it truly occurred to him, between his dizzy head, his cement legs and his hard cock painful against his pelvis, protesting wildly against his zipper, that he could actually move closer to get a better look. With his Cloak guarding him, he would not be seen.

He tried his best not to rush, not to make too much noise especially as he got closer, and he almost scolded himself when he nearly missed out on it - the wet smack as Hermione brought her hand down between your thighs. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he never would have guessed that she had so boldly laid two rapid spanks right across your swollen, needy clit. Your skirt flipped up out of the way, no panties in sight, and giving her all the room in the world to do so.

You harshly bit down on your own lip again, worrying the skin to the point where it was swollen and looked like it might even bruise, dampening down harsh cries from deep within your chest. Before Harry could worry that the tears pooling in your eyes had meant that Hermione had truly hurt you, you spread your legs wider and canted your hips more toward her, offering your body up for more.

And then, you opened your lips again, seemingly to obey whatever implicit command she had given you with the spanks.

“Yes, Mistress.” You choked out, putting stress on the title, as if correcting your earlier self. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.” Hermione replied, more breath this time as she used your tie to pull you into a heated kiss, and then shoved three firm fingers back into your waiting, leaking cunt.

Harry’s head was spinning.

He had never seen anything more beautiful and erotic in his life (not even when Fred and George had shown him and Ron those Wonder Witch magazines - no, this was much hotter and more perfect because it was so real).

His mind was spinning with a unique kind of jealousy, something that told him that he was sure if he wanted to steal you away from Hermione because he thought he could - because he now knew all of your sexual preferences and he would use that information to play you, to do everything she was doing to you and more. He would make you the perfect horny little puppet on his painful, throbbing cock (he gave himself another squeeze through his trousers, suppressing a moan of his own). He would have you calling him ‘Sir’ and begging for his cock in no time, because you needed it - you needed to have your holes filled and you would fucking love it.

Or if he wanted Hermione playing him like this - tugging on his hair, guiding him around by his tie like he was nothing more than a wretched dog, needing to be tamed. Wanted her using that bossy voice of hers to give him completely different kinds of orders - forcing him onto his knees to eat her cunt until she was satisfied, and - knowing her - she never would be.

Harry’s mind flashed with an image of him on his knees before you, his head so perfectly framed by your plush thighs, with Hermione behind him, barking orders in his ear, a tight grip on his hair as she shoved him tighter into your perfect, messy, wet pussy. He decided that was it - that was exactly what he wanted. That would be the vision that haunted his dreams from now on.

It was something that had him leaking enough precum to stain through to the outside of his pants, especially by the time your voice warbled out brokenly against Hermione’s chin, your thighs starting to shake, and Harry was sure that he would get the treat of seeing you cum on her fingers.

He was sorely disappointed by what happened next.

Hermione pulled back from you completely, creating another deadly wet sound as she pulled her fingers from your cunt once again - something that was almost drowned out by the pitched, disappointed whine that you let out.

“Mione-!” You complained sharply, the nickname almost coming out as a sob from the back of your throat.

You sat frozen on the edge of the desk, your legs spread wide as you stared Hermione down with glassy, disappointed eyes while she stepped back and grabbed a handkerchief from her bag that was sitting on a table opposite and used it to wipe off her glistening fingers.

Harry rushed to get a better look at your cunt before you closed your legs, and Merlin - it was magnificent. Swollen and puffed from Hermione’s efforts, coated in your wetness, your clit stuck out from the hood and standing at attention, so damn needy, begging to be touched, your hole slightly gaped from where Hermione’s fingers had been.

(Harry couldn’t help but to imagine how stretched you would be left by the thickness of his cock, how good you would look leaking with his cum…)

“What did you expect?” Hermione said sharply, the edge of a sarcastic laugh on her voice. She was firm, not giving in to the pout that you were giving her.

“You’ve been bratting up all day - I could have excused you flirting with Malfoy all through potions class-” She continued.

Harry had noticed that too. He had simply thought that Malfoy would be your next conquest, not a simple flirtation to get on Hermione’s nerves.

“If not for the fact that you didn’t finish any of your homework and you then decided to distract me from doing mine all afternoon.”

Of course. Hermione doling out sexual punishments for not doing homework.

Some things are just nature.

Though, Harry knew, if there was one thing that would motivate him to do his essays - it would be the idea of getting to cum.

“Of course you don’t get to cum, you stupid whore.” Hermione said these words how she said many things - as a final, finite declaration that was law.

Hearing her speak such filthy words in such an authoritative (and nearly emotionless) voice almost caused Harry to cum in his pants on the spot. Almost.

You let out a sigh of defeat and finally closed your legs, hopping off the desk and pulling down your skirt. Obviously, you hadn’t been wearing panties at all that day (which was another thought that would haunt Harry’s wet dreams) because you made no move to find a pair and put them back on. Instead, you simply turned around and gathered some of your books that were farther back on the desk.

“How long?” You asked Hermione tentatively, glancing over your shoulder at her.

Perhaps meaning - how long would she be angry with you? How long until she would finally allow you to cum?

Harry’s stomach lurched - he imagined himself finding you in the hallway and pinning you against the wall, flipping up your skirt and finding your still wet, bare cunt, teasing you with his fingers and promising to give you everything that you needed as long as you surrendered yourself to him. He would let you cum - he would make you cum so many times that you would cry and beg for him to stop. And he would leave you tired, satisfied and gaped with his cum dripping from all your pretty holes.

Perhaps it would be rude and underhanded to go after you simply based on a void that Hermione had left in you - but Harry was still feeling a bit of a petty sting from their argument the night before.

Hermione stepped toward you again - careful, calculated, like a predator observing its prey. She put her hands on either side of your waist, and leaned forward to whisper something in your ear that Harry barely caught.

“For as long as I want, naughty girl.” She told you. “You’ll take what you get, and you’ll like it, you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress.” You sighed loyally in return. Though your face was knit with a unique displeasure - clearly, you were still aching to cum.

“And if I think for a moment that you have been touching your little whore cunt without my permission, I will spank you until every single person in Hogwarts hears you scream my name - understood?”

She topped this off with a sharp spank across your ass, using her free hand to hold the fabric of your skirt out of the way to make sure it was nothing but free, burning, skin on skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, and began nodding furiously.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” Hermione told you. “Now, off to bed.”

You began to walk off, but you hesitantly looked back over your shoulder, as if waiting for her to follow.

“I’ll be along in a few minutes. I have to sort out some more books for tomorrow. Since I now have so much to catch up on.” She added the last part with a bit of snark, and you rolled your eyes, turning around and walking.

Unfortunately, you abruptly headed in Harry’s direction and his stomach tightly clenched - he moved to press himself tightly into the bookcase, praying that you wouldn’t bump into him.

Perhaps you felt him move, or you simply felt something… off, but you paused for a moment, and stared harshly at the space where Harry was standing. His heart began to beat hard inside of his throat, and he wondered how fast he would be able to run with his cock so uncomfortably stiff inside of his pants. You kept staring, as though you were expecting something to materialise out of thin air.

“Y/N, go.” Hermione snapped. “Go on, it’s almost curfew.”

“Yes, Miss Prefect, I’m going.” You sighed sarcastically in return, and walked off.

Harry had a hard time not loudly gulping in air - not realising how harshly he had been holding his breath.

He stayed there for a few more minutes and continued to watch Hermione.

Jarringly, she was still so much of the usual Hermione. She was still absolutely someone that he knew so well, despite the secret sex persona that she had been hiding. Still biting at the skin around her nails as she concentrated on a thought, still fussing over which books to take, and still leaving the library with more of an armful than she could comfortably carry. Still somehow forgetting that she could just use magic to lug all the books to the Gryffindor common room instead of tiring out her arms - and Harry only fitfully realised now that this was only half her arm workout, and fucking your cunt raw must have been the other half.

The whole time he stood there, Harry had considered revealing himself to her.

He thought about begging to be let in on what the two of you had, even if he had to do something horrible to earn it first, to be worthy in her eyes - something like licking her shoes or wanking in front of her just to be ‘even’. But he knew that she would see the spying (even if unintentional) as a violation of trust, as something too creepy to be redeemed. She would probably hex him to hell and back, make him grow boils that would break open and bleed and never properly heal for the rest of his life - just for thinking about spying on her like that.

So Harry knew that he had to keep this whole thing a secret, keep it close to his chest. He could never, ever speak about it to anyone.

Harry forgot all about the book he had wanted. And, instead of going back to the Gryffindor common room behind Hermione, he took his aching cock to the Prefect’s Bathroom in an attempt to clear his mind. After making himself cum not once, but three different times, he finally settled into the hot water for a nice, long soak. He thought about it, and he realised that he was properly fucked - because he would never be able to look at you or Hermione in the same way again.

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A/N: This is a oneshot, and at this current time, there is not going to be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. I might be open to writing a second part to this, but I don't have any current plans to do so and right now, it is not on my schedule. For now, if you are going to leave a comment on this fic, please leave a comment about the body of work that has been written instead of asking for more. If you want to see more Harry Potter fics that I have written, definitely check out my Harry Potter masterlist.

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hannysarang · 2 years ago

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Control // Four.

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 04 ------------

“You should be resting,” Draco told Hermione. “You just took a muscle relaxing potion. Lay down and let the potion work its magic, Granger.”

Of course, his body didn’t quite agree. The once forgotten cage was no longer forgotten.

“And you should be let out now.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“I guess we should hurry up then because I promised I’d take it off today.”

She reached out and traced her fingers down his thighs, immediately making the cage painful again. “You’re going to tell me you don’t want this?”

There was no way he didn’t. “You shouldn’t be moving a lot.”

“I can make you cum with just two fingers,” she said, making a circle with her thumb and index finger.

Then, a finger slowly touched the cage and he could feel the heat of her fingers through the fabric of his pants. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, Draco.”

He gulped, considering it. But his cock, currently locked up, was screaming to be freed and Hermione, oh Hermione, was batting her lashes, still sitting on her chair.

“If it brings you any comfort, we can take it to your bed,” she winked.

And he snapped.

Grabbing the hand that was rubbing his crotch, he led her to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. The second he heard the click of the door, he leaned in.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she turned her head and he ended up giving her cheek a sloppy kiss. Before he could react or even get offended, she hooked her fingers onto his trousers and pulled it down along with his trunks; he hadn’t even noticed she had unbuckled everything.

She turned them around so that he was facing the door, his back facing his bed. She gently pushed him, making him walk backwards until he sat down in the bed after his legs hit the bed frame.

Her slightly unstable fingers started to undo the buttons on his shirt and he just pulled it over his head, taking it off completely. Now naked in front of her, he felt funny, the cage being the only thing he was wearing.

But Hermione seemed to like what she saw, a subtle smile resting on her damn lips. Her two hands rested on his cheeks, making him look up at her. It didn’t take long for the hands to snake down, brushing past his nipples and reaching his abdomen.

Her actions and the unbreaking eye contact now made the cage unbearable.

“Granger, get me out of this damn cage,” Draco breathed out, struggling, really.

“Don’t rush me,” she chuckled, getting on her knees between his.

The number of years Draco had spent fantasising about Hermione kneeling between his legs was crazy but it was even crazier that it was his reality now.

However, this time, his crotch did not have her attention.

Her tongue flicked his nipples and Draco visibly jumped, causing Hermione to chuckle once again. When she pushed him back so that he was laying down, she climbed up and sat on his torso.

His mind was spinning as her tongue circled one of his nipples as her thumb slowly rubbed the other.

And the heat, her heat, that he could feel on his torso through her thin trousers was making him dizzy.

Involuntarily, he thrusted into the air, into nothing. Hermione didn’t stop him, probably because he wasn’t getting pleasure out of it.

“Granger, please,” he was already begging. “I don’t think the cage will even be able to hold on much longer.”

She sat up and looked down at him, her cheeks flushed light pink. His hand now rested on her thigh, gripping a little, trying to stop himself from doing anything else — especially anything she wouldn’t like.

“Scoot up,” she commanded, swinging a leg over and getting off of him. “Go up and lean on your pillows.”

So he did. He wasn’t exactly the obedient type, but right now, Hermione could tell him to lick her toes and he would gladly do it a thousand times over.

With a hand grabbing the cage, she quietly whispered an unlocking charm and he felt the cage unlock. Hermione twisted the cage a little, pulling it. It was a completely new sensation and it hurt, but knowing the cage was coming off was enough to make him endure it.

“How do you feel?” she asked, the removed cage now in her hand.

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lilithslittleworld · 7 months ago

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Doing it with the Harry Potter characters is like (headcanons):

Girls:

Hermione Granger: mostly submissive, though she 100% sets the pace w Ron. I feel like she's really delicate and loving, a soft kind of seduction. She looks really pretty and sounds even prettier if yk what I mean ;) She most definitely looks up or over at you with doe eyes.

Luna Lovegood: Switch 100%. Like Hermione, she's angelic and so soft, her fingertips are as gentle as the breeze. She isn't too loud but still sounds so lovely. Her dominant side is very encouraging, filled with praise and pretty words towards you.

Ginny Weasley: More dominant than submissive. Ginny seems like the kind of girl that knows what she wants and gets it. Definitely into praising you but would rather see you on your knees begging. Totally into dirty talking.

Boys:

Harry Potter: total sub, what can I even say? He loves to please you and make you feel good, even if he is a little shy about it. Will listen and follow any request or demand you give. Definitely into being restrained and watching you touch yourself. Whimpers.

Ron Weasley: switch but leans more towards the submissive side. Like Harry, he loves making you feel good but isn't shy about it. (he was at first.) Into roleplay and having sex in risky situations/places. Makes a lot of noise and isn't ashamed about it (he sounds so hot).

Fred Weasley: Dominant with an exception for sometimes being submissive. Fred loves teasing you, watching you squirm in anticipation. Into anything that involves sex in risky places/situations, sensory deprivation, tying you up and making you watch him, etc. Dirty talk throughout every interaction but with a lot of praise. His more submissive side is literally submitting to you fully, like on his knees and up for anything you ask of him.

George Weasley: George is really wholesome and loving during sex. Like his brother, he's after making you feel good but from a softer approach. Loves caressing you, watching you as he makes you feel good, telling you he loves you, and especially loves it when you moan his name.

Draco Malfoy: Draco's a tricky one because he gives off both very dominant and very submissive vibes, depending on context. I say he's a switch but is never a hard dom. He's really caring, though he doesn't show it in public. Loves when you wear different sets of lingerie and when you take the upper hand. Ngl, he probably likes being humiliated a little LOL.

Tom Riddle: very passionate. very. Is more dominant than submissive and likes to be in charge of what and how much you feel. Loves when you beg, when you look up at him, watching you touch yourself but also loves when you watch him too. Into literally almost anything. However, he cares deeply for you and is loving in his own way.

(Marauder's era) Remus Lupin: switch, leaning towards more submissive. Loves pleasuring you and having you tell him what to do. Quiet and shy but in the hottest way. Loves worshipping you and telling you how much he loves you. Soft, caring, sweet and wholesome vibes.

(Marauder's era) Sirius Black: definitely dominant. Similar to Freddie, Sirius loves teasing you, having you beg for him, and watching you squirm under his touch/words. Loves head, both giving and receiving, dirty talking to you (praise mixed with humiliation) and hearing you say his name, especially when you cum.

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dramioneasks · 1 year ago

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Top 10 Most “Kudos-ed” (Completed) Fics on AO3 of 2023:

Damaged Goods by slytherin_after_dark - E, 50 chapters, Words: 150,499 - Hermione, now in her mid-20s, is back at Hogwarts to pursue higher education. Trying to forget the trauma carved into her by the war, she spends one lust-filled night with a certain pureblood. But that night will have consequences. While her personal life unravels, a string of mysterious murders forces her to work together with Draco Malfoy, who himself seems to carry many secrets. "He scared her. Not because he wielded killing curses like they were nothing, but because he seemed to understand her in a way that even she didn’t. The more she let him in, the more power he had to destroy her." Come for the smut, stay for the plot. Read if you like: - Murder mystery - Dark Arts - Hurt/ Comfort - Hermione and Draco both deal with PTSD - Angst, so much angst

In These Silent Days by HeyJude19 - E, 14 chapters, Words: 67,209 -Hermione is familiar with fighting: for respect, for attention, for justice. She’s even made a career of it; working on behalf of creatures and beings. But her battle against the Ministry’s marriage law is one she loses. Badly. And now, she has to contend with not only public derision and patriarchal politics, but her growing feelings for her government-mandated spouse.

The Silver Envelope by sinflower81 - E, 70 chapters, Words: 192,647 - “Tell me again to release you, Granger. Tell me again that you just want to be friends.” It’s been five years since Draco last spoke to Granger. Things are different now, and though earning her trust will be a challenge, he can’t seem to keep himself away. Hermione has been busy advocating for elves around the world, but when her breakup with Ron turns her life upside-down, she knows there’s only one person who can help her. Alternating POVs between Hermione and Draco. Slow burn, eventual smut, light dom/sub. Diverges from canon after Voldemort's defeat.

In Silence & Submission by gillianeliza - E, 29 chapters, Words: 69,694 - 10 years after the war everything has changed. Enemies turned into friends and lovers. Fear turned into hope. Pain into joy. Everyone has moved on except for Hermione Granger. Nestled within her friend group, now made up of not just Harry and Ginny, but also Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and of course Draco Malfoy, she was content to allow the trauma of her past to haunt her. More than just content - it was what she felt she deserved - until one evening Draco Malfoy decided enough was enough. This is a low stakes, split POV fic that deals heavily with life AFTER the Battle of Hogwarts. You will find the POV of either Hermione or Draco stated in bold italics, in the middle whenever it shifts. Please read all tags as this work deals with BDSM, kink, trauma recovery, & suicidal ideation.

A Game of High Stakes by In_Dreams - E, 51 chapters, Words: 263,110 - In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Hogwarts: A History (Hermione's Version) by Lizzie_carlile - M, 38 chapters, Words: 141,828 - Lord Voldemort has been defeated, and the children of the Wizarding War are thriving. When the heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black is adopted and takes her place in the family with her loving fathers, a new trio is formed. With her best friend and her brother by her side, Hermione Black is thrust into a world that she never knew existed. Will whispers from the past threaten to destroy the world she knows? Or will love once again conquer all? Another take of the Nice Things AU. What would happen if Draco asked Hermione to the Yule Ball before Ron Weasley had a chance to?

Teach Me How to Forget by scullymurphy - E, 20 chapters, Words: 109,646 - Hermione Granger is 27 years old when her life falls apart. Cheated-on, flatless, fed up with her job, she decides to change one thing she can--take a class and try for some career advancement. But change is never easy, especially when an old enemy is the catalyst. And the class instructor. "Just as the minute hand clicked over to the hour, the doorknob twisted and a figure slipped into the room. He was tall, a bit windblown. Hermione had a general impression of crisp cuffs and polished leather, and then a more specific one of the most beautiful grey coat—highlighting his shoulders and eyes, skimming to just the right place on his knife creased trousers. His movements were precise and confident. He was wearing the softest-looking gloves. He was not Professor Belinda Rowle. He was Draco bloody Malfoy."

The Order of Serpents by bl_crtz - E, 44 chapters, Words: 193,506 - During the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter walked into the forbidden forest, died, and walked out with crimson eyes as the new vessel of the Dark Lord. Since then, Hermione Granger served as an elite member of the True Order, isolating herself from other Order members and going on missions alone, not only haunted by the loss of her best friend, Harry, but Ron who had run away after the battle. Three and a half years later, Draco Malfoy shows up with his two year old son on the Order’s doorstep seeking to switch sides. Together, Draco and Hermione are forced to deal with not only each other, but their own past and confront who they’ve become because of the war.

The Contender by rubykrishna - E, 9 chapters, Words: 58,875 - Hermione stopped walking. Her eyes scanned back up the roster until they found the name that she initially mistook for a typo. Draco Malfoy….Beater. She could comprehend the words, the name and the meaning. She understood that his name being on the roster meant he was the starting Beater for England’s national team, but for whatever reason, when her eyes ran over the black ink, her brain could not articulate any emotions or reaction.

Sincerely Yours by LovesBitca8 - E, 10 chapters, Words: 40,759 - A smile tickled the corners of Hermione’s mouth as she clicked Send. She listened to the whoosh of the message and then turned off her computer. When the ping! had come in, she’d had one foot half-out the door of her flat. She’d dropped her coat and darted for her computer desk, a wide grin blossoming at her inbox. You’ve Got Mail.

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