Blackmail is not just for Slytherins

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This story did start out as a oneshot – however with the reviews I saw that many of you wanted more and my dirty minded lil muse would not let me rest, she kept on throwing lemons at my head … the only respite I had from this was while writing so here by your demand is Chapter2!



Right now our girl is giving the nasty little Draco his just desserts, while in the future Draco might turn the tables … who knows … right now he has plenty to be punished for… and I can think of a few other Slytherins who need bringing down a peg or two, so we will see what happens, one thing is for sure though, our Hermione is a strong witch and she will remain so! :D





Blackmail is not just for Slytherins



Chapter 2





‘Four days… four bloody days’ Draco mused ‘and nothing, not a bleeding word’ he was partly relieved and partly annoyed that Hermione had not spoken to him, contacted him or even shown that she knew he was even still breathing. He nearest he had been to her was in passing in the corridors, or down the table from him at meals, she never acknowledged him.



He had found himself several times wondering where she was and what or who she was doing, could it be he was jealous?



He of course shrugged off that idea as preposterous.



Many times he had thought about their experience together, the bitch had blackmailed him, humiliated him and used him like a ten knut whore … and yet he had thought about that time together and the best orgasm he had had in his entire life.



He had since used the imagery of her on her knees and his cock in her mouth while he had to keep his hands on his head when he had taken himself ‘in hand’. The self provided orgasm was sadly nowhere near as good as the one with Hermione, but even the memory of her provoked orgasms better any he had experienced with the Parkinson slut.



Why had she not contacted him? Was it over already? Had she given up on her ‘contract’? Draco picked up the coin she had given him and turned it over in his palm as he had so many times in the past days, but it had never told him he was wanted, ‘maybe I should ask her to check it works’ he mused and then almost smacked himself in the head for the mere thought of that. If she did not call him he was fucking free … but the sad fact was he didn’t want to be.



He held the coin tightly, almost willing the damn thing to heat up and transport him to her, but that had never worked in the previous four days, so why should it work now?



The next morning Draco went down to breakfast and was sitting sullenly stirring his cereal; which was now so soggy it was inedible, the only thing to bring him out of his sulk was the familiar screech of owls as the post arrived as usual, owls swooping all over the main hall discharging their packages to their recipients, packages and letters from home for the students, a few letters for him from his friends, one from his father and another from his mother who was probably complaining about her father, he thought divorce was supposed to make them happy, but they still bitched at each other as much as they did when they lived together.



Once his own owl had nibbled on the toast Draco had given him; he flew back up into the rafters to return to the owlery, Draco was just removing the string from around his copy of the Daily Prophet when another owl headed in his direction, it was not a school owl and he did not recognise the creature. But it flew by him and dropped a parcel in front of him, unfortunately the package landed on the handle of his spoon, causing it to flick out of the bowl of soggy cereal and flicking the bowl of the spoon upwards, towards Draco’s face, giving him a pile of cold, wet cereal right to the centre of his forehead, whereby it began to drip and run down his face.



He thought he heard a snicker coming from just down the table to his left as he wiped the cereal from his face, but as he looked down no-one appeared to have even noticed what had happened fortunately; not even Hermione looked towards him, she was eating a banana and reading her post. Draco felt his breath catch as he watched her raise the phallic fruit to her lips and slide it slowly between the lips he now knew to be soft and delicious especially when wrapped around his…



His thoughts were very rudely broken however as Hermione took a rather savage bite of the banana which left Draco fighting the urge to cross his legs and wince.



Turning his attention back to his mail he picked up the package the owl had assaulted him with; there were no marks on the wrappings to identify the sender. He was expecting some books from Flourish and Blotts but this was too small, far too light and was not marked with their usual stamps. Rotating the package in he hands he didn’t recognise the writing on the pack either.



Setting it on the table in front of him he untied the string, unfolded the brown paper and opened the box.



Inside it was filled with tissue paper, digging into the soft paper he finally hit something smooth, pulling it from the box he found it was a leather cuff, the size showed that this was evidently designed to fit a wrist and it had several metal loops secured through the leather. He was confused and looked back in the box where he found a matching cuff, plus two more which were narrower but larger, putting them back in the box he was still puzzled, until he found something softer in the bottom of the box and this had a note attached to it.



Pulling this item from the box he soon regretted the move as he saw it was some kind of undergarment, crafted from soft leather it was little more than a pouch at the front and the back, well frankly there wasn’t one! ‘Bloody hell’ he thought, the damn thing was a thong.



Stuffing everything back in the box hoping that no-one saw the contents, he picked up the note and unfolded it:



Hello Draco



Have you been missing your Mistress?



The contents of this box are a gift for you and I expect you to be wearing them the next time I call you. You will wear the contents of this box and nothing else, and you will be with me within 10minutes of receiving the call.



Yours truly,

Mistress H



PS: you look terribly cute when you blush my pet.



Draco looked up and his head snapped around to the left expecting to see Hermione watching him, but she was not there, she had already left the table; he did however hear her laughing as she left the main hall via the teachers corridor which was situated behind the teachers table.



“Bitch…” he hissed under his breath.



He spent the rest of the day hoping to catch up with Hermione, he was so angry now; no way could that mudblood bitch treat him this way! But he never saw her and so never got that chance to prove he was stronger willed than her.



That is until 9pm that evening, he was sitting in his room reading when he felt heat coming from his pocket, he wondered what it was for a moment, before realising it was the coin, taking it from his pocket he wondered what he was supposed to do now:



If he went to her, she won.



If he stayed, she ruined him.



If he went he might get another mind blowing orgasm.



If he stayed he had a pile of dusty books and his own hand for company.



Making his mind up he threw off his clothing and put on the items from the box, looking in the mirror he saw himself as he never had before, he wore wrist and ankle cuffs and the rather snug pouch which when he turned around he saw vanished between his arse cheeks. Taking a deep breath he wondered what the hell he was doing as he took the coin in his hand again, nothing happened, he was confused as the time was ticking away, he then saw writing around the edge of the coin glow ‘drop to your knees and bow your head’.



Draco got down onto his knees and looked at himself one last time in the mirror “you must be fucking insane!” he told himself before lowering his head subserviently.



Immediately he felt that uncomfortable tug behind his navel as he was transported to; at the last second he realised he had absolutely no fucking idea!



Hermione was sitting on a large wood and leather chair which resembled a throne as Draco appeared, he was still on his knees with his head bowed, but as he reached terra firma he raised his head to look up. “Did I tell you to look up boy?” she snapped “I have decided from now on that I will call you boy, as you do not deserve a name you little scumbag, and you certainly do not deserve the title of man”.



He looked like he would challenge her, but he put his head back down again. She could see him trying to glance around the room without raising his head and she decided the change of venue had been a good idea.



In truth she had not taken him out of the castle, they were in the room of requirement, which had graciously become a dungeon room for her, complete with torture equipment. Many of the items would probably kill a person, in fact judging by the age of some of them, they probably already had.



She had even thought of a few more ‘torturous’ rather than ‘torture’ items and the room had obliged.



From his position Draco could see the stone walls and floor, no windows, the room was lit with flambeau and torches and there was a large round fireplace in the centre of the room. Hermione wondered how long it would take him to notice that there was no bed in the room.



Smiling to herself Hermione moved to stand in front of Draco, knowing that he would only be able to see the toes of her boots. She stood for a while like that just looking down at the top of his blonde head, before starting to tap the riding crop she held in her hand against the top of her boot.



“Do you believe in karma boy?”



When he did not answer she snapped…



“I asked you a question boy!”



“I don’t, I’m not sure what it is”



“Well karma means that you get back from the universe what you put out into the universe” she paused for a moment to let this sink in “what do you think the universe would hold for you boy?”



“I, I don’t know” he faltered, almost afraid of the answer.



Leaning closer to him Hermione put the crop under his chin and raised his face as she leant hers towards him “pain boy… you put out pain, you tease, you hate, you bully… you put out pain… so what do you think you deserve from the universe boy?”



Draco felt his mouth go dry and his tongue appeared to have been glued to the roof of his mouth as he finally managed to whisper… “Pain…”



Hermione grabbed his face in one hand and squeezed, forcing his cheeks forward and making him look rather hilarious; she only just managed not to actually laugh at him “Pain… what … boy?”



Draco was confused for a moment before the memory clicked into place “Pain Mistress…”



“That is correct boy”



Reaching behind her she picked up another item and Draco felt her touch his neck softly “I have another present for you boy”



She held out another longer piece of leather to him “take it boy”



Draco reached out and took the strap of leather and noticed it matched the cuffs at his wrists.



“Put on your collar boy” she ordered.



When he failed to comply she reached out with the crop she still held in her hand and ran the tip down his cheek “I will not ask you again boy!”



Reaching up Draco fastened the collar around his throat; Hermione watched him and felt the urge to run her tongue down the smooth, pale skin of his neck.



“Do you not have something to say for your gifts boy?”



“Thank you Mistress” Draco murmured.



Hermione heard him perfectly well, but she felt wicked so “what boy? Did you say something?”



“Thank you Mistress” he repeated; louder and clearer this time.



“Really boy, I know you were brought up to be a racist little prick, but I thought ‘your kind’ put more stock in manners” she almost spat the words ‘your kind’ “I have known puppies who are trained better than you boy. I see you need training too”.



With that she leant forward and clipped something to the collar “come boy…” she intoned, this time sounding more like she was actually speaking to a puppy than a person.



Leading Draco across the room, he had to crawl on all fours, he would have complained but for the view he had as he crawled. Hermione was wearing a leather bodysuit which resembled a swimsuit with very high cut legs and lacing down the front, with this she wore leather thigh high boots and long opera length gloves.



Watching her arse as she walked ahead of him Draco felt humiliated and yet extremely horny, he felt his cock growing inside the pouch he was wearing.



That was until he saw where she was leading him…



Hermione lead him to a narrow bench with a red and gold padded velvet top – she saw the look of distaste at her choice of colour scheme and smiled to herself.



Raising the leash she pulled lightly before saying “up boy”.



Draco stood up and Hermione felt a flutter of nerves as the tall blonde stood towering well above her, but she had to remain strong. Ordering him to lean over the bench, she raised it so that it supported him with his legs straight but he was stretched up onto his toes slightly. She fastened the clips of the ankle cuffs to the floor and then bent him right over to do the same with his wrists and then attaching his collar to the floor too.



She almost felt sorry for him as he did not look too comfortable, but he lived to make her feel uncomfortable, so it was payback time for the proud blonde wizard.



Walking around him she trailed her leather clad fingers down his neck and shoulders, caressing his back and then down towards his arse; which she had to admit looked fucking delicious as he bent over, she had the urge to sink her teeth into his perfectly rounded globes. Running her hand down one taut leg and then back up the other then she brought her palm down sharply onto Draco’s tight arse cheek.



He jerked against the bonds and gasped.



“Don’t be afraid to scream boy, no-one here will hear you”



Stroking the cheek she had spanked lightly she felt him relax a little and then she slapped the other cheek and he jerked forward again.



“You look so sweet with your little rosy cheeks” she teased him “just like you did when you opened your gift” she laughed.



“So boy, you have earned a lot of bad karma have you not, not only with me, but you have been a horrible racist little shit and now, it is payback – you will receive twenty whacks to those rosy little cheeks, but I will also add on one whack for every time you displease me. You failed to answer correctly five times before and I had cause to correct you; and so that will be five more…”



With that she brought the crop down sharply aiming for the fleshiest part of Draco’s rounded arse cheeks. A second later she brought the second whack down on the other cheek. She watched Draco jerk against the bonds and he was biting his lip, still too damn proud to cry out, but she was determined he would.



“So that’s four now boy, are you sorry for all the pain you caused yet boy?”



“Yes Mistress” he murmured.



Hermione leant forward and whispered to him “I don’t believe you, you are sly, you are sneaky and you are an evil little shit”.



She suddenly brought down one whack onto each cheek again with the flat of her hand “how many is that now boy?”



Draco cringed inwardly “Six Mistress”



Hermione ran her palm over his reddening cheeks and then lower until she caressed the bottom of the pouch where he balls were nestled, after giving him a gently stroke she then whacked him twice with the crop right on the sweet spot – ensuring she got both cheeks of his arse in both the strikes. Pausing for a moment she waited for Draco.



Blushing Draco hissed “Eight Mistress”.



“Good boy” Hermione smiled and then she gave each cheek a smack with her palm again.



“Ten Mistress” he gasped, his ass cheeks throbbing and starting to burn, he was embarrassed to think of Hermione looking down as his glowing arse.



Running her palm over his reddened skin softly she paused and stroked him for longer this time, before moving her hand a fraction and delivering two swift whacks onto each cheek, the sudden shock of four whacks catching Draco off guard and this time he gasped and his cry echoed off the chamber walls.



Panting for breath Draco gasped out “Fourteen Mistress”.



“See you little Slytherin brat, you can learn manners after all” she brought the crop down swiftly again directly onto that sweetspot twice.



“Sixteen Mistress”



Hermione walked back around Draco so that she was standing with her legs apart, his head looking at the floor between her thighs, she leant forward running the soft end of the crop from his ass all the way up his spine to the back of his neck. “Do you like being punished boy?”



“No Mistress” Draco hissed as the crop stroked his back.



Walking back around him, running her fingers along his back as she walked, her heels clicking on the stone floor; she reached beneath him and cupped his cock which was now rigid inside his leather pouch. “Oh boy, you disappoint me, after our time together you would still lie to your Mistress?”



She brought the crop down harder than ever, delivering two strikes to each cheek.



“Twenty Mistress” Draco cried, his voice almost screaming.



“You know we have to go to twenty six now don’t you boy? For lying to your Mistress I probably ought to add on more than one”.



“Sorry Mistress” he gasped, his arse was now stinging, but oh how his balls ached, he was hoping she would run her hand beneath him again and soon.



“You know I do actually enjoy punishing you boy” Hermione smiled to herself, you never heard the saying ‘karma is a bitch’ did you?” She brought two more sharp whacks down on his arse “you see boy, I am that bitch” another two whacks followed.



“FUCK!” Draco cried, his arse really on fire now, it took him a couple of seconds to catch his breath “Twenty four Mistress”.



Hermione ran her hand over his glowing cheeks, running one slender finger down the crack between his cheeks, she smiled to herself when she felt Draco try to pull away from her probing touch “tell me boy, is this a virgin orifice?” she asked him smoothly.



“Of course it is!” Draco spat, just catching himself in time to add “Mistress”.



“Oh come now boy, you expect me to believe that you Slytherins do not play ‘drop the soap’ in the showers?” she bit her bottom lip as she tried her hardest not to laugh as she visualised all the haughty Slytherin boys taking ‘one for the team’.



“You want me to believe that you and Blaise never played ‘hunt the snitch’ and you never had any fun with Crabbe and Goyle? You purebloods do like to interbreed; maybe you practice on each other?”



She pressed her hand further between his arse cheeks and applied pressure to his tight puckered hole “Mmm very tight, maybe you told the truth… I will have fun breaking you in, I will look forward to finding something nice, thick and large to pound that nice tight hole… maybe I will find a well hung Gryffindor to do it for me, I am sure I will have them lining up to pound that arrogant arse of yours”.



Before Draco could argue back Hermione brought two more sharp slaps down on his arse.



With his mind reeling, ‘she wouldn’t, would she?’ he mused as he spoke “Twenty six Mistress”.



Hermione moved away from Draco, and he could hear her rustling behind him, he was not sure what she was doing but he was afraid, was she about to make good on her last threat?



What he didn’t know was that Hermione was actually just changing her outfit, she had kept the thigh boots, but now wore a miniscule leather thong and a balconette bra, it merely provided a shelf to hold up her breasts whilst covering nothing really, her rosy nipples were clearly shown to advantage.



Hermione unclipped the leash which attached Draco’s neck to the floor and clicked her fingers, as soon as she did this all of other restraints unclipped and he was free to move again. Stretching gently Draco felt the blood surging into his aching arms and legs which made them burn almost as much as his arse was; and the blood rushing to his head made his lightheaded.



A light tug on the leash caught his attention “over here boy”.



When he turned to see where Hermione was and he saw the new outfit he felt lightheaded again, but this time it was caused by blood rushing away from his head, which made his already aching member pulse and twitch.



Hermione was standing by the side of a long low bench which she patted the padded top of and gestured for Draco to sit on; when he did not move right away she gave the leash a light tug.



Finally getting the message he moved to sit on the bench which put him just about face to face with Hermione’s crotch. He bit his lip and swallowed hard, as he took a deep breath he could have sworn that he could smell her arousal and this again caused an aching pulse within his cock.



Pushing Draco back lightly; Hermione made him lay down on the bench before clicking her fingers, fine chains moved from the restraints at his wrists and ankles, connecting themselves to loops on the bench, holding him down firmly.



With her little toy restrained once more Hermione ran her crop across the skin of his chest, moving down his body stroking her way, she saw him watching as her hips swayed with each step and her nipples peeked out of the enticing bra, she watched him lick his lips, she knew he wanted her, maybe as much as she wanted him.



Reaching his waist she slipped the tip of the crop beneath the leather pouch he wore, with a quick flick the snaps on one side of the pouch popped open, Draco cursed under his breath, he had not even noticed the snaps were there then he had put it on, with another flick of her wrist the snaps on the other side popped open.



Smiling down at Draco she grabbed the leather garment and tugged, he gasped as the leather pressed between his arse cheeks pulled free and she threw the item across the room.



Draco was left naked, with his cock standing proud and erect, Hermione smiled as she looked down at his delicious member. She had thought about him and his thick cock all week, only the feeling of wanting to tease the smug little bastard had stopped her calling him to fuck her witless and she was going to make the most of him tonight.



Running the crop lightly down his shaft, she watched as it twitched and a little bead oh dew appeared on the tip, leaning down she ran her tongue across the tip as she climbed onto the bench until she was straddling him. Draco gasped and raised his head a little, seeing for the first time that the thong she wore was actually crotchless; he watched for as long as he could hold his head up and he was able to see as she sank down onto his cock, her wet hungry pussy swallowing him whole.



Hermione began to rise and fall on his shaft, writhing and rotating her hips in the ages old dance of lust and need, she followed no particular rhythm and so Draco could not quite grasp onto any particular sensation, and he never knew which move would come next.



The only thing he was sure of was the fact he could feel her pussy tight and hot as it milked his cock.



Of course she could not let him only have pleasure from this ride; squeezing her pussy tighter Hermione smiled “I wonder how your Slytherin friends and your dear daddy will react when you have planted your seed deep in my belly Draco?”



She did not even notice that she had used his name, but he did and hearing his name on her lips made his already aching cock harder still, but her words instilled a fear into him. His father would spit a toad if he got her pregnant, he would not tolerate him bringing dirty blood to the Malfoy name. His friends would shun him and he would be stuck with a brat he did not want.



“Afraid are you? Scared of daddy’s reaction? Imagine the reaction when your firstborn is sorted to Gryffindor” she ground her hips harder against him, feeling her own pussy twitch and grasp eagerly at the thick meat filling her.



“Don’t worry the child will not be a Malfoy, I would never take your name for me or a child – but – oh dear, wouldn’t that annoy daddy also? Your son would be a mudblood and a bastard” she clenched her pussy harder on his cock.



She would not admit it of course, she had used the charm that all girls at Hogwarts were taught by Madame Pomfrey, and she was also on the Muggle pill, so there was no chance she would fall pregnant by him; she was however enjoying teasing the little shit with the thought that he would be polluting his entire family line now and forever.



Riding Draco harder, she could see the look on his face, he was desperate not to cum inside her now, he was afraid of the consequences.



She gyrated her hips as she ground her clit against his pubic bone, feeling the familiar tightness growing deep inside her.



Throwing back her head she lost all thought of teasing Draco, her mind right now could concentrate only on the sensations building in her abdomen.



Panting as she rode him closer and closer to the edge, her mind was blurring as she hit the edge of sensation and began to freefall.



Draco felt her pussy clench harder and harder against his tool and he tried to hold back, but he had been hard so long now that his balls were crying out for release. Feeling her hot tight pussy pulsing against his dick and hearing her moan louder, her little gasps and guttural moans were making his nuts twitch and he knew he would be following her over the edge no matter how much he was afraid of the fall.



As Hermione came harder than even the last time with Draco she screamed, it was not a shrill and piercing cry but one that was from deep within her soul, a cry that had been heard from women for millennia and as long as mankind survived it would continue to be heard.



Hearing her scream and feeling her pussy spasm so hard and fast was like a punch in the stomach for Draco, he found he no longer had control of anything below his waist and as his cock exploded with sensation filling Hermione’s tight hole with his seed.



It was several minutes later as Hermione lay limply against his chest they both caught their breath before on unsteady legs she climbed off Draco and grabbed a robe from nearby and slipped it on.



She was still wobbly on her feet as she clicked her fingers to release him again, she walked over to her chair – feeling like bambi when he took his first steps onto the ice – and sat. Gesturing Draco over to her, he wobbled over on equally shaky legs and dropped to his knees.



He knew now he could be utterly and royally fucked, the bitch could ruin him if he broke the contract and if she were to fall with his child, he knew then that he was totally bound to her, she was truly the mistress of his fate.



Hermione reached down and stroked Draco’s cheek, she saw the light of fire in his eyes dim a little and she knew he was submitting to her, oh he would always try to fight it, he was a Malfoy and a Slytherin after all; but for now, she knew he was cowed.



“Your collar and cuffs will not come off by the way, they are there until I release you in six months – but do not worry, they will not be seen by anyone other than you and me; not even your father will see them”



She picked up her crop again and saw him flinch a little which brought a smile to her lips “If you take the coin in your hands and take the position it will take you directly to your rooms – you are dismissed my boy”.



Handing Draco back the coin she saw him vanish before she prepared to apparate back to her own rooms, the good thing about teacher status meant she could apparate within the grounds of Hogwarts, but could not apparate into or out of them, merely from room to room. “I need a long bath” she muttered as she vanished back to her own rooms, smiling at the fact that poor Draco had no idea that he was still within Hogwarts the entire time.