Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 11 Entertainment

Less than an hour after she passed out on top of her bed, Hermione was jolted awake by the now familiar pain of the Dark Mark on her breast. She got up, covered her almost nude body with her robes, and disappeared from her room.

After she had performed the ritual of kissing the hem of her master she was looking to him to learn why she had been summoned. "I have decided to execute the plan outlined in the letter I recieved from you today. The two men you see behind me will create the items you specified, though I think I will let you figure out the remaining ones on your own, and when you do, I will interceed with the fakes. In two days, you will take Potter and Weasley to Borgin and Burke's where your search will be completed. Now, go to Draco's quarters to spend the rest of the night."

"My Lord, if I may ask a question."

"You may, but there is a price to be paid for everything."

She nodded her head once before posing her question. "Why must I stay with Malfoy rather than go home?"

The Dark Lord touched his wand to his forearm, and Malfoy himself appeared while she was under the crucio. "He is bored, and you are to entertain him." He then waived for the pair to leave.

This time when Hermione followed Draco to his rooms, she took care to remember the way. She had a feeling that this would not be her last visit. Once inside, he threw his robes over the back of a chair. He was wearing only silk boxers in a deep green. "So, you're here to entertain me," he drawled, a smirk playing around his lips.

"Apparently," she responded, trepadition in her voice.

"You know, you can take your robes off."

"I-I'd rather not."

A sly smile slowly made its way across his face. "And why not?" When she didn't answer he walked towards her. He reached to the floor, placing his hands on either side of her legs. He moced his hands up, taking her robes with him. The higher he went, the more he understood her reluctance. When his hands slid over the sides of her uncovered breasts, he could feel his blood rush down to his hardening cock. Her body was trembling, but she did nothing to stop him. He raised her arms above her head, and finally removed the robes, leaving her in naught but her black lace low-rise knickers.

When she moved her arms to cover her breasts, he gently pulled them to her side. Staring at her Mark, he said, "I HAVE seen you naked before. There's no need to cover yourself."

"You have?" She was more than a little startled at this news.

"Yeah, I was the one who held you during your Marking." He delived this news, the picture of nonchalantness. All she could do was stare, but in the process she noticed just how good-looking the man in front of her was, with his lithe yet strong body and his always perfect hair slightly mussed from the hood he had recently been wearing.

"I... I... You...." He started to chuckle, he had never heard the creature before him at a loss for words. Before she could say, or not say, anything else, he swooped forward, catching her lips in a hard kiss. He bit her bottom lip, pulling her towards him as be backed up to the bed. She opened her mouth to allow in his tongue, letting out a moan.

Malfoy sat on the bed with Hermoine standing in front of him. His hands were making their way up her hips and around her waist when she pulled away from him. "I don't think I can do this, Malfoy."

"Why not. Are you a virgin?" he asked curiously.

"Umm.... no. But that's not why."

"You're not? It wasn't The Weasel, was it?" His voice was a little shaky as he cringed at the thought of touching anything a Weasley had touched, even if it was a mudblood.

She gave a laugh at the thought. "God, no. Krum. But... you're 'Draco Malfoy, Pureblood of the World.' And I'm... well... you know... not. Other than your parents killing you, Harry and Ron would kill me." At this Malfoy burst out laughing. "What?" she asked. He calmed down before responding, grabbing her hips and pulling her to sit in his lap, straddling him.

"Please. If those two found out your secrets, this would be the last thing they'd care about,' he whispered into her ear, biting on the lobe. She blushed, realizing that what he said was true. "Now that that's settled..."

He stood up and flipped her around so that she was laying on the bed. He held himself above her, resting his legs on either side of her and his hands just outside her arms. He bent lower, resting on his elbows, and brought his tongue to her Mark. He traced it almost daintily before biting down on the hard nipple. She squealed at the sensation, lifting herself closer to his mouth.

He glanced up at her face before moving on to the other breast. He moved to put all his weight on his right elbow and leg so his left hand would be free to tease her flat stomach along the top edge of her knickers with a black feather that appeared out of no where. She gasped at its first touch, and squirmed to distance herself from the feather.

"Ticklish?" he asked, moving it lightly up her left side, to her underarm and then to her neck. He brought his face back up to hers, pulling her into a deep kiss. Her hands were exploring his body. So far her favorite place she had found were his shoulders. They were taut with his weight; the sinewy muscles standing out causing slight indentations at his collarbone; his body was shiny with a slight sheen of sweat.

He opened her legs with his, and she wrapped them around his waist. He placed his head at her entrance and without a moments hesitation buried himself inside her with one move. As he pushed harder and harder into her, her moans and his grunts came closer and closer together. He rolled over onto his back and she started bouncing on his cock, the only sounds to be heard were from the two bodies crashing into each other.

He sat up before standing, still sheathed inside her. He carried her to the wall, banging her against the stone, scratching her back until it bled. Surprising her, the pain in her back only caused her to become even more aroused, and she orgasmed, leaning her face forward, biting his neck and leaving scratches all the way down his back. He felt her climax around him and it brought him over the edge, jets of his semen flooding her vaginal cavity.

He brought her back to the bed before pulling out of her. She made sure to set the alarm, and he turned off the light from the candles on the walls. This time when he pulled her to him, she didn't fight it, and fell asleep almost instantly.