Just a Daydream

She had gone out to fetch the cook some water from the well. She gazed off into the horizon and wondered if there was an ounce of excitement in the land. Her days were so mundane that the only adventures she had were the imaginary ones in her young head.

She looked at the castle that she had lived in as a servant and then resigned herself to a negative answer. Excitement never happened to lower class girls like her, especially girls like her. She didn’t even have the benefit of beauty. She was plain and simple. Forgettable and unnoticeable as she was also quiet most of the time, preferring to let others speak.

The sound of horses hoofs called her attention to the west. The master of the castle Lord Malfoy, was coming in from this ride. She watched him ride up and dismount while looking at her.

“What’s your name girl?” She asked. His stance radiated power and authority.

“Hermione, my lord.” She answered with the required head bow.

“I need some help. Come with me.” It wasn’t phrased as a question but then again she was a servant so he didn’t have to ask. She just followed. He walked up a flight of stairs, all the while issuing orders to the staff. If they noticed her they said nothing. She was following the master and that was that.

He went straight to this chambers, where he had a bathing tub. He looked at her standing still and waiting. “Water will be up shortly, prepare my bath.”

With that order he vanished into the adjoining room. She readied the tub thinking to herself that any man servant could have done this. He came back in wearing only his black dressing gown.

He sat on a stool with his back to her and took off the robe. She saw the reason for his harshness as well as his need for help. There was a massive scratch on his back. It had stopped bleeding but it was bright red. Infection was setting it, but since it was fresh, she could clean it up easily.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, it’s the infection and your sweat that makes it sting. Once it’s clean you won’t feel it.” She washed it with a washcloth. “I will leave you to your bath my lord.” She turned to leave but he stopped her.

“I still need your help.” He told her.

“But its just a scratch my lord?”

“I need help bathing, I’m exhausted and it still tings like the devil.” He told her, standing.

“Any of your man servants can help you my lord.” She offered.

“I would rather not show my weakness to another man.” He said with a smirk.

“But you can to a woman?” She asked. She knew it was wrong to question him but it just slipped out.

“Women are more sympathetic to those in need.” He glared at her, getting upset at having his word challenged.

“Very well my lord.” She said before he got very angry.

He stepped into the tub and sat down. She picked up a bucket and doused him with water. He made no move other than wiping water from his face. He let his head rest back and his eyes close as she washed the sand and dust out of his hair. She massaged his shoulders and arms, holding his limp hands as she washed them and let them sink back into the water.

She thought he might have fallen sleep but when she moved him this way or that he assisted. He was just relaxing and letting her bathe him. She worked the washcloth over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing.

“My lord?” She whispered.

“Um hum?” Was his only response.

“May I ask you to stand?” She whispered.

He looked at her a moment then rose. He stood there without the slightest hint of modesty. He was built magnificently. It was no surprise that the women he entertained continually came back for more.

She took the washcloth and began lathering his legs. As she washed him she found herself caressing a very strong thigh. She kept her gaze averted and focused on cleaning his hips. She circled his waist and ran the washcloth along his ass, feeling the firmness. She quickly rinsed him off.

“You forgot a spot.” He said. She looked up and saw the mixture of pride and lust. She dripped her gaze and came face to face with his prominent erection. She stared for a moment, then took the washcloth again and soaped it up. She looked at him again and at his unwavering gaze took his cock in hand and lathered him up.

He watched her concentrate on her task, making sure he was clean. She was gentle with her hands, cradling his sac as she massaged the soap into him. She rinsed him off, cupping water in her hands and letting it run over him while she ran her hands along him, easing the soap off.. The soap was all gone but she still rinsed and rinsed. She had him in her hand and was lifting him up and down, making sure she rinsed all of him.

She looked at him and saw him staring at her. His face a mask of lust. She quickly finished up and then handed him a towel. As he dried off he told her to clean up in the washroom and then join him in his quarters.

When she had joined him a short time later she found him standing naked next to his bed. The covers had been stripped and the only thing left was a thin cotton sheet. He still had the intimidating erection.

She walked to the bed and waited for him to speak. He didn’t. He merely walked to the other side of the bed and then around the room extinguishing all but one lamp near the bed. The room was much darker and she could barely see anything. She could feel that he now was standing behind her.

“Strip.” It was an order. She could tell by the tone of his voice. It never occurred to her to refuse. She took off her vest and outer-skirt. That was followed by her corset and petticoats, leaving her only in her shift. She normally would have another underskirt but being a mere servant, she didn’t have that many.

She felt his arms on her shoulders and the garment was stripped away leaving her as naked as he was. She felt his cock the cheeks of her ass hard and demanding and she couldn’t wait to feel it deep inside her.

He turned her around so she was facing him. He kissed her then pushed her shoulders so she was laying on the bed. She tried to sit up but he held her shoulders and told her to stay where she was.

Her legs were dangling on the edge of the bed of the bed. Then he made her spread them as wide as she could. He knelt down on his knees in front of her and stared at her slit open and already wet in anticipation. With two fingers he opened her and plunged his tongue inside.

She arched and breathed deeply. He tongue fucked her like this for a few moments before moving slightly. He found her clit hard and swollen and flicked his tongue over it again and again until she was gasping for air.

He took the whole clit in his mouth and sucked on it while he used three fingers to fuck her. He stopped sucking and plunged his tongue into her pussy again. Her hips began to hump his face as he lapped and sucked on her juices.

He stopped and stood up. He watched her continue to writhe for a few moments and got extremely excited knowing that he made her feel that way.

When she calmed down he made her slide higher up on the bed. He reached down underneath the bed and pulled out two leather straps. He secured both her hands to the beds wooden headboard.

She watched him nervously but then he reached under the bed again and pulled out two more straps. These were thicker and longer. He wrapped her knees with both of them and tied them to a hook on either side of the bed.

She lay there spread eagle and at his mercy. With her knees flat against the bed and open for him, he went back to what he was doing. While keeping an eye on her face he took his hand and went back to exploring her clit. He kept his thumb on her clit while he slid three fingers in and out of her. She writhed and bucked against the restraints but she couldn’t get away from the torture.

He stopped after a moment and watched her, a thin layer of sweat covered her body and her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing. He climbed on top of her and plunged his cock into her pussy.

He gripped her hair pulling on it so her head pulled back and her back arched. He continued to fuck her, sliding deeper and deeper, harder and harder until he felt her cunt lips tightening on him.

He thrust deeply, grinding his pelvis into her, sending her over the edge. He was still hard inside her as she came all over hum. He untied the belts and pulled her on all fours. He gripped her hips and entered her from behind.

She let out a groan. He held on to her hips and fucked her as hard as he could. Her body rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts. In this position he felt the pressure of her pussy lips all over his cock and it felt much tighter. He slowed down and stopped while he was deep inside her.

“Squeeze me.” He told her

“I …don’t…,.understand…” Her speech was labored.

“Squeeze me with your cunt!” He barked out the order this time. She clamped down on him and he groaned. He liked it. She did it again and she got the same reaction.

She squeezed down hard as he continued fucking her. She squeezed him and fought hard to stay like that while she heard him breathing harder and harder. She knew he was going to come soon so she kept her hold.

He grabbed hold of her hair and let out a massive grunt thrusting deeply while he came inside her. He collapsed and she buckled as his weight dropped on hers. She let him lay there and she closed her eyes.

The sound of a cheers brought her attention back to reality. Draco, and the rest of the Slytherin house quidditch were celebrating a good practice. She quickly shut the notebook she had been writing in.

With a last look to Malfoy she took off for the library, smiling as she thought of Malfoys reaction if he ever saw her diary of daydreams.

A/N: A oneshot that popped into my head one day, i dont know if i should continue. anybody have an opinion?