Stitched Mouths

To Die For

Hermione wandered onto the Quidditch field as the Slytherins were walking to the showers. The gryffindors were next onto the field but wasn’t there yet. Draco was the last floating out of the sky, he landed as the last of his team disappeared into the locker rooms. Hermione was deeply bent over, rummaging through her book bag that was on the ground. She had discarded her school robes so her short skirt displayed her long ivory legs and tight ass. She felt the cold breeze lightly flutter her skirt, she knew Draco was watching her or more specifically her skirt. She straightened up and turned around, pulling her sweater down since it had ridden up from her bending over, fully drawing attention to her ample chest. Draco looked away hurriedly and breezed past her, not even saying a word. Harry appeared on the other side of the field walking towards her. She grinned at him in greeting.

“I know what you’re up to,” Harry said, watching Draco almost run to the locker rooms.

“Really? Want to help me?” Hermione offered, Harry shrugged in return.

“He’d be a sight to see break,” Harry replied, looking over to her, she nodded with a smirk on her face.

“Come on, I want to play with your tongue piercing before the others get here,” she pulled him off to the covered bleachers.

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Hermione sat in Potions, the last class of the day, she had dropped her pencil in front of him, managed to catch his eye five times because she was staring him down the entire class period and she even managed to spill a little pixie dust on her chest, right on her nipple, he had his eyes glued to the spot as she slowly wiped it off. She had him drooling over her by the end of class and was definitely proud of it. Soon they were at dinner. Harry was sitting next to Ron, they were coming up with more quidditch strategies for the next game, leaving her to her own devices. She grabbed the strawberries and cream for dessert and made a show of it, making even Ginny who was sitting across from her have no small amount of lust in her dark blue eyes and a blush run over her freckled cheek. She soon got up afterwards as her two best friends were leaving and followed them out to the Gryffindor common room.

“So, have fun?” Ron asked, Hermione grinned back at him.

“Come on, we have essays to write,” Hermione finally said and turned to her book bag.

She walked back into her common room late that night. It was deserted so she went up to her room and pulled off her school robes before making her way to the bathroom. She opened the door and heard the water running from the shower next to the huge bathtub. She walked over and peered in, Draco had her back to her. He was very well built and had a tattoo on his right shoulder blade of a round celtic knot that dripped black ink down off of it. It was really pretty with green shading and was very intricate. He turned around to grab the soap and she smirked evilly, he was very well endowed. She disappeared before he noticed her and went back to her room. She waited until he was back in his room before going in to brush her teeth and get ready for bed.

“Time for the second phase,” Hermione breathed to herself as she washed her night face wash off. She then climbed into bed and set her alarm for the morning.

The next day she lounged on the couch, reading when Draco came down fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She had kept her silky pj’s on from the night before. It was a Saturday so she fully planned to just read and lounge around. Her pj’s were a dark rose color, low cut spaghetti strap shirt that rode up to show off her flat stomach and short shorts, little more than panties, all in soft silk. Draco froze upon seeing her but forced himself to walk by her to the door.

“We have the ceremony to plan, better get it done today,” she called after him.

“I’ll be back after breakfast,” he growled back and slammed the door behind him.

She had changed into a short pleated gray and black skirt with a tight extremely low cut black cashmere sweater and returned to the sofa to read some more. She had pulled back her now tamed honey colored silk tresses into a low pony tail and a light gloss on her lips. She glanced up as he moodily walked back in a couple hours later. He glanced at her and went to his room.

“I’ll be out in a second,” he grumbled as she opened her mouth. She let him go, soon he was back out and sat down on the overstuffed chair next to the couch and leaned forward.

“You’ve been acting really weird lately Granger, what’s your game?” He ground out, staring her in the eye.

“I haven’t been acting weird Malfoy, you’re the one that’s been doing that. Constantly staring at me and you’ve been spending a lot of time in your room recently, wonder why that is,” Hermione asked, trying not to give anything away.

“You’ve been doing things,” he hissed between clenched teeth, she frowned, looking confused.

“Doing things? What things?” She asked.

“Look you little mudblood, I don’t know what you’re doing but it’s getting on my nerves. If I didn’t know any better I would think you’ve been trying to get me to burst a blood vessel,” he shouted, standing up to tower over her. She stood up also, not one to feel intimidated in anyway.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Look, we have a job to do whether you like it or not and you screaming at me is not going to get you out of it so just sit down and help me,” she pointed to the table and chairs behind them. He growled low and walked over then sat down. He watched her as she walked around the couch and sat down across from him and they continued to work on the ceremony until late into the afternoon with little incident. Soon they were in their separate rooms, Draco was staring out his open window, trying to sort through his conflicting thoughts. Nothing happened all day, she didn’t do anything that wasn’t Hermione and in a way that made it even more frustrating because it made him feel like he had been hallucinating all those times earlier. He sighed and closed his window then climbed into bed. It would be easier just to forget about her, it didn’t matter how sexy or gorgeous she was, she was still a mudblood to him and nothing more. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile Hermione was getting dressed in her own room. She grinned at her reflection. She had on knee length black boots with high wide heels and a short black skirt with a long trail down the back in black lace. She also had on a black and white brocade, steel boned corset with black and silver glitter dusted over the tops of her breasts. She then slipped on her black lace robe that made a wide arch around her on the floor. She pulled her hair up and let silky tendrils softly frame her face with dark red lipstick. She had chosen black and silver eye makeup to frame her hazel eyes and a light silver dusting over the apples of her cheeks. She also put a burst of black ribbons in her hair and slid on short black soft leather gloves when there was a quiet knock on her door. She opened it and Harry walked in, he had a smirk on his face as he looked Hermione over.

“Barely recognized you Ms. Granger,” he murmured, she grinned back and turned to get her wand and the other things she would be needing for the night. He had on black leather pants with knee high black heavy boots complete with studs on them and an open black silk shirt. He waited for her to gather everything up and they snuck over to Draco’s room through the bathroom. He was deep in sleep, she had put a sleeping potion in his afternoon tea. She gestured for Harry to go in first and he walked over to look down on Draco. He was naked except for a pair of silk black boxers.

“You have excellent taste ‘Mione and trust me this prick has been begging for some punishment,” Harry looked over as she walked up next to him.

“Yes, I think we’re going to be having a very fun weekend,” she pulled out her wand to levitate him off the bed. She then pulled his arms forward to put on a set of handcuffs and then slid Harry’s invisibility cloak over him. They then made their way to the room of requirement with Draco being levitated behind them. They walked into their play room and Hermione let Harry take the Slytherin Prince over to the bed where he tied him down with crimson silk strips of cloth, ridding him of his boxers and sliding on a pair of ballerina fetish shoes with the long thick heels. He then went over to the ball cage where Hermione helped him in and raised him up towards the ceiling. She then checked over the numerous toys as Draco started to wake up.

“What the fuck!” Draco shouted, tugging on his restraints, he wildly looked around and spotted many things that alarmed him. He shook his head as his eyes landed on Harry Potter in a black ball cage suspended from the ceiling, his long legs clad in menacing looking boots and leather pants as they swung back and forth like a happy little child.

“Now Mr. Malfoy, I told you to be careful or you’d be waking up regretting it,” Hermione came into view, walking up to him and sitting down on the bed next to him. She looked completely opposite from herself. He barely recognized her and it scared him because even her facial expression was different. She looked hungry and in complete control. He had only seen that expression on her face a couple of times and each time made his heart jump.

“Let me go and give me back my clothes,” he hissed at her, she laughed, in the background Potter let out an answering laugh of his own.

“I think I might be dreaming, that must be it, I’m dreaming,” Draco murmured to himself, laying back and closing his eyes.

“Just dreaming a VERY bad dream,” he said to himself, he felt feather light touches down his chest and shook his head.

“Just wake up,” Draco scrunched his eyes more tightly closed.

“Draco,” Hermione whispered in his ear, licking the shell of his small delicate ear. “It’s not a dream and we have a lot of work to do,” she said, he slowly opened his eyes and looked into her own dark hazel orbs.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because you’ve been asking for this, it’s only right to oblige you,” she sat up and grinned evilly down on him.

“What are you going to do to me?” He asked, suddenly scared. He was finally grasping the fact that he was tied down, out numbered and very completely naked plus he didn’t even want to know what was on his feet right now.

“As much as I possibly can but don’t worry, you’ll like it,” she said and got up “Malfoy, have you ever been beaten?” She asked, walking over to the large selection of whips hanging on the wall next to the bed.

“Yes,” he answered, remembering all the times his father had beaten him with his cane. How many bones the bastard had managed to break sending him tumbling down the stairs, among the many crucio’s he had caste on him.

“Well this will be nothing like that,” Hermione said, turning around with what seemed like nothing in her hands. He relaxed, wondering what she was playing at.

“You see, I want to know you inside and out, Malfoy. I want to break you and then I want to piece you back together,” she sat down and looked up at Harry who was leaning back in his cage, playing with his tongue piercing.

“We all have secrets we think we have to keep. We all have issues that boil inside of us, burning just beneath the skin, itching to explode. I know you have issues, you explode all the time but it doesn’t make you feel better does it? Now think before you answer, does it really help? Do you just feel okay for a little while but then go back to feeling rotten?” She looked deeply into his eyes.

“Why should I tell you, mudblood?” He sneered back. She clicked her tongue in disapproval, the ball in her mouth clicking loudly against her teeth.

“That’s not how you address me. You don’t even deserve to worship me just yet, from now on you will call me mistress or ma’am. If you don’t, I will be forced to punish you,” she held up what was in her gloved hands, it was a black ring. He frowned, wondering what it was.

“Like fucking hell I will, you’re nothing but a filthy, disgusting mudblood,” he shouted at her. He heard a gasp come from Harry’s cage and something turned over in his stomach as he looked into Hermione’s face. It was calm, too calm. She moved her long lace trail to the side as she climbed up onto the bed and crawled between his forced wide legs.

“You don’t even deserve to feel my touch,” she growled and muttered a few spells with her wand. Suddenly he had a rock hard boner and the ring was firmly wrapped around it. He cried out, feeling it start to instantly ache.

“What do you call me?” She shouted past his cries.

“Mudblood whore!” He shouted back, she smirked, shaking her head, she started to caress his upper thighs and her knuckles nudged against his aching balls. He shook his head, writhing against his silk bonds.

“You’re only making this worse, what do you call me?” She growled.

“Cunt, bint-“ He gasped as she started stroking him, the leather making a weird sensation along his sensitive skin. It started to really hurt now. She then summoned something and she crawled up to sit on his chest. She then snapped what was in her hands, they were small little black clamps and he whimpered, looking away from her.

“I didn’t hear you,” she said sweetly, he closed his eyes tightly.

“Bitch,” he ground out between his clenched teeth. She clicked her tongue again and started applying the clamps. They didn’t feel so bad going on but he knew that it was going to be a lot worse when she ripped them off.

“Now do I have to continue or are you going to comply?” She asked, he blurrily blinked up at her.

“Eat shit and die, mudblood,” he glared into her eyes, she sighed deeply and got off him. He moaned as he laid his head back and closed his eyes again. He then slowly opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his member was still throbbing painfully but other than that, there was nothing being done to him. He looked up and realized why. Hermione was sitting on a throne like chair on the other side of the bed while Potter kneeled before her, his face buried between her legs as she moaned. He groaned in response, it was too erotic of a sight and it just made the throbbing in his cock even worse. He looked away to the whips on the otherside, trying to block out the sounds the other two were making.

Hermione pulled Harry up and wiped his mouth with her fingers, she had taken her gloves off after letting Harry down. She pulled him up and looked past to where their prisoner was. He was staring at the opposite wall, his member looking very painful. She grinned and got up, walking over to him while Harry stood behind her.

“Draco darling, are you ready to call me what I asked you to or are we going to have to resort to desperate measures?” She flicked one of the clamps on his nipples. He looked over at her, his eyes were glazed over completely in pain and pleasure, just what she wanted on that gorgeous face of his.

“I’ll never submit you,” he growled back, she smirked slightly, wondering if he realized that he hadn’t called her anything bad. He was definitely starting to break. She lightly unclamped both his nipples and let them float back to their original place along the wall.

“Oh you will,” she said and twisted one of his nipples, he cried out in surprise and pain, resuming his tug of war with his arm restraints.

“Please, please mistress,” he finally cried out as she twisted both of his nipples, lightly muttering a shocking charm to go along with it. She pulled back, folding her hands in her lap.

“See, that wasn’t so hard?” She murmured and flicked her eyes down to his swollen, angry red member.

“But that definitely looks painful enough, do you want it off?” She asked.

“Yes…mistress,” he finally answered, feeling himself cave in. He felt himself slowly dying all over again, just like he did when his father would beat him into submission.

Hermione muttered the spell to make the cock ring disappear and looked over at Draco’s face, he looked like he was slowly being destroyed. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look into her eyes.

“I don’t want you to fear me, I want you to remember that I will never, ever go too far. You will respect me but I will not make you into a sniveling little coward, do you hear me?” She growled, he blinked, not responding. She let him go and gestured for Harry to finish him off. It was quick and soon she was sitting next to a disgusted but better looking Draco Malfoy.

“If I knew Potter had such a talent for sucking, I would have let him do that a long time ago,” Draco finally said as Hermione looked expectantly at him. Harry was back up in his ball cage and was playing some muggle game that beeped and played music occasionally.

“Well now, onto our next step,” Hermione got up and untied first his ankles and then his hands. She gestured for him to stand. He looked down on what his feet were encased in and sneered at the shoes.

“Not in these fucking things,” he growled, lifting them up to show them off to her.

“They’re not that bad when you get used to them,” Hermione said as she walked around the room, selecting different things from the stuff hanging on the walls. She then gestured for him to walk over to the wall with chains hanging off it, he shook his head.

“Hell fucking no,” he replied, she raised an elegant eyebrow, he frowned. “Mudblood,” he said lowly. She snorted and walked over to him, dragging him to his feet and shoving him towards the wall. He stumbled and fell instantly, his silk platinum blonde hair flying into his face.

“Crawl,” she ordered, pressing her heeled boot against his back as he tried to get back up. He glared back at her but started crawling towards the wall. She helped him up and then pulled down two chains. She strapped the thick plastic straps around his wrists and took a step back to admire him.

“Yes I do believe I like you like that but there’s one thing you’re missing,” she turned and grabbed something off the table, she muttered a spell onto the collar and then approached him.

“You’re not putting that thing on me,” he protested, trying to get away from her. She finally buckled the thick black collar on with a heavy metal ring attached to it and took a step back once more, nodding to herself.

“Perfect,” she turned back to the table.

“What did you put on this thing?” He twisted his neck in the collar, it was surprisingly comfortable against his skin.

“You’ll find out sooner or later. Alright, let’s see here, yes, perfect,” she turned back with a metal rod in her hands, he frowned.

“What are you going to do with that?” He asked, fear crawling into his voice.

“Whatever I want,” she muttered a charm on it and then took off his wrist restraints.

“Down on your knees,” she ordered, he crossed his arms over his chest and just stood there. She lightly touched him with the metal and it shocked him. He stumbled and fell to his knees, surprised that it had done what it did to him.

“That’s better, now, crawl over to my chair,” she pointed to the chair by the bed. He sat there and moodily glared at her. She sighed and shocked his bum. He jumped forward but didn’t move past that. She shocked him again and kept shocking him until he was at the foot of the chair.

“Tell me Draco, what do you like doing with a woman? Do you just like fucking her until your satisfied or do you take your time, helping her reach her climax also?” She whispered in his ear.

“I’m not a fucking cave man if that’s what you’re asking,” he growled, looking into her eyes.

“Good, very good. You have a very good reputation so I won’t doubt you. Now lets see how good you really are,” she sat down on the chair and spread her legs to reveal that she had no underwear on underneath her short skirt. He blinked and looked up at her.

“Did you think I was just going to torture you all this time? You’re officially now my toy Malfoy, you must learn your place and how to worship me,” she gestured for him to position himself between her open legs. He hesitated but in the end he crawled over to her and lightly placed his hands on her creamy smooth thighs and looked up into her expectant eyes. He looked back down and slowly reached forward, lightly running his fingers over her clit, she made an encouraging sound and he kissed her thigh lightly. Deep down this didn’t feel wrong at all, it felt wonderful to smell her and touch her. He leaned forward and took an experimental lick, she moved involuntarily closer to him. He ran his hands up under her thighs and grasped her tight ass. He felt waves of pleasure start to coarse through him as she spread her legs even wider for him. He buried his tongue deep inside of her and she groaned in response, closing her eyes. She ran her fingers through his silk blonde hair as he lavished his tongue on her. She loved the way his lips looked as they sealed around her clit and a jolt of pleasure went through her as he looked up into her eyes. They were clear, lusting, trusting and sharp blue. She closed her eyes and leaned back as his fingers started pumping in and out of her as he kept sucking and licking. She cried out in release and he just kept lapping his tongue along her. She pulled back away from him and lifted his chin, pulling a silk crimson piece of cloth out from the side table and cleaning up his lips, he stared up into her eyes. Desire coursing through his eyes as he tightly wrapped his fingers around her ankles, wanting to pull her over to the bed behind him and empty himself inside of her.

“Yes, you’re finally ready to call me your goddess, aren’t you?” She breathed, caressing his cheek with her hand.

“Goddess?” He asked, starting to frown slightly, something was swimming up from deep inside his thoughts, something that started to taint the warm, fuzzy feelings.

“Draco,” she called, he looked back up into her beautiful face.

“You are mine, all mine, no one will treat you better than I will. No one will climb deep into that dark, twisted soul of yours and heal up all the scars and festering wounds. No one else will even take the time but I wouldn’t throw that away Draco. I wouldn’t refuse my offer because no one else will love you as much as I will,” she said clearly, staring deeply into his eyes. He felt like she was telling the absolute truth, that she couldn’t possibly lie to him. She had broken him, made him feel so much more in these last few hours than any other time in his life. She had somehow broken down a thick wall inside of him and was willing to break down even more, to heal him.

“Do you accept Draco?” She asked, bringing him back out of his thoughts.

“I do my goddess,” he finally answered, she smiled softly and stood up, helping him also up onto his feet. She then helped him walk over to the bed and let him sit down. She pulled away from him and slowly she pulled off first her boots and then her lacy robe. She then slid off her skirt and finally her corset. She then shook out her hair and stood before him completely naked. He ran his eyes hungrily over her and as she walked towards him, for the first time in his life, he felt blessed.

She crawled up onto the bed next to him and he followed, she gestured for him to lay down and he did without hesitation. She then slid her body flush with his and kissed him deeply on his lips. He let her probing tongue into his mouth and wrapped his arms round her soft, delicately sloping back. She pulled back from his lips and sat up, taking him slowly inside of her. He groaned, forcing himself not to shove up into her. She settled herself above him and leaned forward, kissing him lightly. He followed her back up part way and ran his hands down her body as she started to move against him He groaned, letting his head fall to the side. She felt so wonderful and perfect. He leaned up and kissed between her breasts, settling his hands on either side of her ribcage, letting her completely set the rhythm. It felt so different, letting her do everything, surrendering to her so completely that he just watched her wonderfully golden body as she moved. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. It seemed like hours before he felt himself let go, she moaned, feeling his release and wrapped her arms around him, softly moving against him, he wrapped his own arms around her tightly and closed his eyes, feeling complete.