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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult ++
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33,951
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Dessert with Draco
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. Just playing with them and will return them to JKR when I’m done.
Chapter Twelve
Dessert with Draco
Shortly after Lucius left to go to the Dark Lord, Draco sat with a firewhiskey in his hand in his private study. He was worried about his father. The senior Malfoy wasn’t as young as he used to be and Draco was concerned about how his father’s body could react the dreaded Crucio that the Dark Lord loved to use.
He polished off the glass of the fiery liquid in his hand and refilled it. There was pressing matter in his mind though. Granger. He wondered what he should do to her tonight. He knew she liked the pain, got off on it like he had never imagined she would.
Maybe he would take her to the same room as the previous night but pull out a couple more surprises. He summoned one of the house elves and informed them of what to do with the room. He slowly finished his glass of firewhiskey and rose from his seat to prepare himself for the evening’s hopeful fun.
As he went into his grandiose bathroom to shower, he opened a cabinet to pull out a sobering potion and a wonderful little potion that Severus Snape had made that would keep him from finishing his business with the mudlblood before he was ready. He downed them both and got into the shower, soaping his lithe body as he thought of her.
He finished showering and got out, drying himself off and applying some lightly scented essential oil. He walked into his room to go to his wardrobe and picked out an impeccable set of robes. He dressed and walked over to the table where the three-way mirror lay.
He picked up the mirror, barking into it “Granger!”
* * * * *
Hermione had been lying on her bed reading her book again, for how long she didn’t know. She had more than a tendency to get lost in her books and research papers, and well, anything she put her mind to.
She jumped when she heard Draco’s voice snarl her name from the mirror. She quickly picked it up from its spot on her night table and replied to him.
“Yes Master” she said.
“Granger, meet me in the same room we went to last night in 30 minutes. Do you remember where that room is?” he asked.
“Yes Master.”
“Do not be late Granger or you will have to be punished.”
She shivered slightly at the thought of another punishment from Draco, but she didn’t want to upset him either.
“Yes Master,” she replied again.
The mirror connection was cut off at that point. She got up from the bed and replaced her book on the shelf. She looked down at her rumpled uniform and decided to change quickly. Best to not give him a reason to go too around the bend on punishments.
She waited another 15 minutes before starting her way toward the dungeon room that had been in the previous evening. She arrived there and knocked on the door awaiting permission to enter.
* * * * *
He growled at her knocking, telling her to enter.
She looked so good as usual. If only she wasn’t a disgusting mudblood, he would be dating her properly now. But that wouldn’t happen. His father told him a million times that they must keep the bloodlines pure.
He saw her notice the slight changes in the room. The fire had been lightly stoked so it wasn’t so chilling. There had also been a table set in the corner with two comfortable chairs by it, a bottle of chilled wine sitting atop the table along with two glasses.
Draco offered her a glass of the wine, trying not to do so nicely.
“Granger, you may as well have a glass. Wouldn’t want you dehydrating on me this evening.”
She took the glass and sipped at it. It had a wonderful bouquet and was not overly sweet. Draco swept his hand toward one of the chairs, offering her to take a seat with him.
Hermione seemed to be taken aback a little at the intimacy of the whole event so far. Draco was being too nice. She had a feeling that something was untoward. She began looking at him with her eyes slightly narrowed, wondering what he was up to.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Draco, so he figured he’d try to put her at ease with his Slytherin charm.
“Granger, I’m not trying to trick you into anything. I’m trying to have a somewhat enjoyable evening. Is that all right with you?”
“Yes Master” she replied, still not sure whether to believe him.
“ Seeing that we both have had our evening meals, I thought we might like to partake of a little light dessert. Does this idea appeal to you?”
She relaxed a bit as she said “Yes Master. That sounds delightful.”
The table suddenly appeared to have dozens of tiny pastries on platters. It seemed that Draco was telling the truth. The house elves had outdone themselves.
Hermione usually didn’t partake of sweets, with her parents being dentists and all, but occasionally she felt them absolutely fabulous. She grabbed for a cream puff and slowly bit into it. She felt a bit of the cream filling sit on her lower lip.
Just as she was going to flick her tongue to lick it off, Draco grabbed her slightly by the arm to stop her.
“May I?” he said silkily.
Without waiting for a response, he leaned over to her and gently suckled the bit of cream of her lip. She shivered with anticipation. It seemed that just being touched by a Malfoy sent her body into a tailspin.
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AN: Really sorry it took so long to get anything new on here. But for the longest time I couldn’t even find aff. Anyway, hoping to finish this soon as my wedding is in less than a month. Please R & R if you have the inclination. Concrit is welcome, but try not to flame.
Chapter Twelve
Dessert with Draco
Shortly after Lucius left to go to the Dark Lord, Draco sat with a firewhiskey in his hand in his private study. He was worried about his father. The senior Malfoy wasn’t as young as he used to be and Draco was concerned about how his father’s body could react the dreaded Crucio that the Dark Lord loved to use.
He polished off the glass of the fiery liquid in his hand and refilled it. There was pressing matter in his mind though. Granger. He wondered what he should do to her tonight. He knew she liked the pain, got off on it like he had never imagined she would.
Maybe he would take her to the same room as the previous night but pull out a couple more surprises. He summoned one of the house elves and informed them of what to do with the room. He slowly finished his glass of firewhiskey and rose from his seat to prepare himself for the evening’s hopeful fun.
As he went into his grandiose bathroom to shower, he opened a cabinet to pull out a sobering potion and a wonderful little potion that Severus Snape had made that would keep him from finishing his business with the mudlblood before he was ready. He downed them both and got into the shower, soaping his lithe body as he thought of her.
He finished showering and got out, drying himself off and applying some lightly scented essential oil. He walked into his room to go to his wardrobe and picked out an impeccable set of robes. He dressed and walked over to the table where the three-way mirror lay.
He picked up the mirror, barking into it “Granger!”
* * * * *
Hermione had been lying on her bed reading her book again, for how long she didn’t know. She had more than a tendency to get lost in her books and research papers, and well, anything she put her mind to.
She jumped when she heard Draco’s voice snarl her name from the mirror. She quickly picked it up from its spot on her night table and replied to him.
“Yes Master” she said.
“Granger, meet me in the same room we went to last night in 30 minutes. Do you remember where that room is?” he asked.
“Yes Master.”
“Do not be late Granger or you will have to be punished.”
She shivered slightly at the thought of another punishment from Draco, but she didn’t want to upset him either.
“Yes Master,” she replied again.
The mirror connection was cut off at that point. She got up from the bed and replaced her book on the shelf. She looked down at her rumpled uniform and decided to change quickly. Best to not give him a reason to go too around the bend on punishments.
She waited another 15 minutes before starting her way toward the dungeon room that had been in the previous evening. She arrived there and knocked on the door awaiting permission to enter.
* * * * *
He growled at her knocking, telling her to enter.
She looked so good as usual. If only she wasn’t a disgusting mudblood, he would be dating her properly now. But that wouldn’t happen. His father told him a million times that they must keep the bloodlines pure.
He saw her notice the slight changes in the room. The fire had been lightly stoked so it wasn’t so chilling. There had also been a table set in the corner with two comfortable chairs by it, a bottle of chilled wine sitting atop the table along with two glasses.
Draco offered her a glass of the wine, trying not to do so nicely.
“Granger, you may as well have a glass. Wouldn’t want you dehydrating on me this evening.”
She took the glass and sipped at it. It had a wonderful bouquet and was not overly sweet. Draco swept his hand toward one of the chairs, offering her to take a seat with him.
Hermione seemed to be taken aback a little at the intimacy of the whole event so far. Draco was being too nice. She had a feeling that something was untoward. She began looking at him with her eyes slightly narrowed, wondering what he was up to.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Draco, so he figured he’d try to put her at ease with his Slytherin charm.
“Granger, I’m not trying to trick you into anything. I’m trying to have a somewhat enjoyable evening. Is that all right with you?”
“Yes Master” she replied, still not sure whether to believe him.
“ Seeing that we both have had our evening meals, I thought we might like to partake of a little light dessert. Does this idea appeal to you?”
She relaxed a bit as she said “Yes Master. That sounds delightful.”
The table suddenly appeared to have dozens of tiny pastries on platters. It seemed that Draco was telling the truth. The house elves had outdone themselves.
Hermione usually didn’t partake of sweets, with her parents being dentists and all, but occasionally she felt them absolutely fabulous. She grabbed for a cream puff and slowly bit into it. She felt a bit of the cream filling sit on her lower lip.
Just as she was going to flick her tongue to lick it off, Draco grabbed her slightly by the arm to stop her.
“May I?” he said silkily.
Without waiting for a response, he leaned over to her and gently suckled the bit of cream of her lip. She shivered with anticipation. It seemed that just being touched by a Malfoy sent her body into a tailspin.
*********************************
AN: Really sorry it took so long to get anything new on here. But for the longest time I couldn’t even find aff. Anyway, hoping to finish this soon as my wedding is in less than a month. Please R & R if you have the inclination. Concrit is welcome, but try not to flame.