In the Dragons Lair
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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17,128
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26
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Part III
Draco walked into his room and smirked seeing that Pansy finally did what she was told. Hermione was bound to the headboard of his bed, tied by two red handkerchiefs. She wore a red satin nightgown that was see-through. Seeing her laid out on his silk Slytherin green sheets, wearing Gryffindor red was a total turn on for Draco.
“Like what you see, Malfoy? Humph, never thought that a Mudblood bitch like me could make you get so hard. No wonder your wife’s so pissed. Do you think of me when you fuck her?” Hermione asked him, half-grateful for the bath, and half hating him for what she knew he was about to do.
Draco watched her for a moment before he sat by her side. He put his hand through her, now soft, tangle-free hair. Keeping absolute eye contact, he moved his hand to caress her face, tracing an outline around her lips with his thumb. As quickly as it began, it ended, with him smacking her across the face.
She whimpered silently, her face turning an immediate red in the shape of his hand, swelling a bit. Hermione glared at him as he called for a house elf, whispered to it and returned sitting on the end of the bed. They sat in silence, glaring at one another, until the elf returned with a little ‘pop’. “Sir, your dessert is ready,” the house elf squeaked, passing Draco the silver platter before disappearing with another ‘pop’.
Draco took the platter and sat it to the side. He moved himself between her legs and lifted her waist onto his lap, close enough for her to feel his erection. He levitated the platter to move between the two of them, laying it lightly against her stomach. Hermione jerked her body upward, trying to knock the tray over.
Draco groaned at the pressure put on his penis from her movement. He smacked her across the thigh and began caressing her newly formed bruise. “No use of that Granger. It won’t fall, only cause you more pain.” He uncovered the tray, revealing a decadent fruit salad and three different yogurt dips. The fruit dish was filled with strawberries, grapes, apple, kiwi, cantaloupe slices and other varieties of fruits and mixed nuts.
Draco grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in one of the yogurt cups. “Looks delicious doesn’t it, Hermione?” Draco said in a voice barely above a whisper, waving it in front of her face. A drop fell onto her lips. She nodded as she licked it away hungrily. Hypnotized, she reached forward to take a bite.
Draco snatched it away, took a bite and said, “I’m not a fucking interpreter, Granger,” never raising his voice. “Yes, it is Draco,” she replied, hoping that he would, just this once, be lenient enough to give her some. Yet, she could kick herself for having to sink so low as to bow to his wishes.
After eating a slice of kiwi, he spoke again, “Do you want a bite?” “Yes… please,” she replied quickly, yet quietly, trying not to anger him again. He nodded, swallowing the fruit he was currently eating and moved the platter over. He repositioned himself over her, still pressed between her legs.
He grabbed a grape, dipped it in the yogurt, and moved it over her mouth. “Open up Mudblood,” he spat. Hermione glared at him, but gave no argument and opened her mouth. Draco dropped the grape into her mouth, but delved two fingers within her mouth before she could begin to chew.
The grape fell to the back of her throat, choking her as she tried to bite him. He watched her struggle to clear her airway for a few moments before replacing his hand with his mouth. He forced his tongue over hers and scooped the grape out. He smirked as he ate it and then said, “It isn’t going to be that easy, Granger,” before returning his mouth to hers.
He kissed her, his tongue studying the inside of her mouth, his hand on her hips, moving her into him. Once he noticed she wasn’t moving, he stopped and pulled himself away, hoping desperately that she hadn’t died on him. “Thank Merlin, she only fainted,” not even trying to fathom the consequences her death may bring.
Draco kissed her once again, sat back, and smacked her across her already bruised face, causing it to swell and redden even more. He raised his hand again, but dropped it when she began to stir. “Sit up, Granger.” She did what she was told, though she was beginning to feel a bit lightheaded.
When she finally sat up, she opened her eyes and saw Draco play a tray with a sandwich in front of her. “Eat up.” He released one of her hand.
“But Draco…”
“But nothing, Granger. Shut the fuck up and eat.”
“Umm… tha—”
“I said eat. You’re malnourished and it’s not good for the baby. Unless of course you want it to die.” Draco said snidely, his eyebrows slightly in anger, wondering why she was questioning him. Hermione shook her head quickly and took a bite, nearly choking herself. “Thought so,” he said.
As she continued to eat, he settled himself between her legs again. He removed her underwear, lifted her leg over his shoulder and poured yogurt down the inside of her thigh and all the way to her core. He slowly ate it, only stopping to watch her face as she ate. When he reached her center, he took one long, slow stroke with his tongue. He looked up as he felt her shiver slightly. She cursed silently as he smirked and lowered himself once again.
He began with long strokes, circling her clit long and hard. He began to move faster, entering her with his tongue, listening to her change in breathing, feeling her shake in pleasure. Hermione fought herself from responding to the evil pleasure with no success. She could feel her climax beginning as two of his fingers entered her, pumping in and out, while his mouth sucked and nibbling on her clit.
Draco watched the sweat building in her face, knowing even after all the ways she had been violated, this was the worst. She looked as if she was concentrating hard on something, ‘Probably trying not to cum,’ he thought to himself, ‘too late for that.’ Her orgasm came hard.
She was unable to hold in her scream. Her eyes were closed, tears falling silently. He could tell she was focusing on her breathing patterns. After lifting himself, Draco leaned over her and gave her a kiss. Hermione gasped in surprise at the sudden onslaught, opening her mouth to him. Draco received the same amount of shock when she began to kiss him back.
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“Like what you see, Malfoy? Humph, never thought that a Mudblood bitch like me could make you get so hard. No wonder your wife’s so pissed. Do you think of me when you fuck her?” Hermione asked him, half-grateful for the bath, and half hating him for what she knew he was about to do.
Draco watched her for a moment before he sat by her side. He put his hand through her, now soft, tangle-free hair. Keeping absolute eye contact, he moved his hand to caress her face, tracing an outline around her lips with his thumb. As quickly as it began, it ended, with him smacking her across the face.
She whimpered silently, her face turning an immediate red in the shape of his hand, swelling a bit. Hermione glared at him as he called for a house elf, whispered to it and returned sitting on the end of the bed. They sat in silence, glaring at one another, until the elf returned with a little ‘pop’. “Sir, your dessert is ready,” the house elf squeaked, passing Draco the silver platter before disappearing with another ‘pop’.
Draco took the platter and sat it to the side. He moved himself between her legs and lifted her waist onto his lap, close enough for her to feel his erection. He levitated the platter to move between the two of them, laying it lightly against her stomach. Hermione jerked her body upward, trying to knock the tray over.
Draco groaned at the pressure put on his penis from her movement. He smacked her across the thigh and began caressing her newly formed bruise. “No use of that Granger. It won’t fall, only cause you more pain.” He uncovered the tray, revealing a decadent fruit salad and three different yogurt dips. The fruit dish was filled with strawberries, grapes, apple, kiwi, cantaloupe slices and other varieties of fruits and mixed nuts.
Draco grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in one of the yogurt cups. “Looks delicious doesn’t it, Hermione?” Draco said in a voice barely above a whisper, waving it in front of her face. A drop fell onto her lips. She nodded as she licked it away hungrily. Hypnotized, she reached forward to take a bite.
Draco snatched it away, took a bite and said, “I’m not a fucking interpreter, Granger,” never raising his voice. “Yes, it is Draco,” she replied, hoping that he would, just this once, be lenient enough to give her some. Yet, she could kick herself for having to sink so low as to bow to his wishes.
After eating a slice of kiwi, he spoke again, “Do you want a bite?” “Yes… please,” she replied quickly, yet quietly, trying not to anger him again. He nodded, swallowing the fruit he was currently eating and moved the platter over. He repositioned himself over her, still pressed between her legs.
He grabbed a grape, dipped it in the yogurt, and moved it over her mouth. “Open up Mudblood,” he spat. Hermione glared at him, but gave no argument and opened her mouth. Draco dropped the grape into her mouth, but delved two fingers within her mouth before she could begin to chew.
The grape fell to the back of her throat, choking her as she tried to bite him. He watched her struggle to clear her airway for a few moments before replacing his hand with his mouth. He forced his tongue over hers and scooped the grape out. He smirked as he ate it and then said, “It isn’t going to be that easy, Granger,” before returning his mouth to hers.
He kissed her, his tongue studying the inside of her mouth, his hand on her hips, moving her into him. Once he noticed she wasn’t moving, he stopped and pulled himself away, hoping desperately that she hadn’t died on him. “Thank Merlin, she only fainted,” not even trying to fathom the consequences her death may bring.
Draco kissed her once again, sat back, and smacked her across her already bruised face, causing it to swell and redden even more. He raised his hand again, but dropped it when she began to stir. “Sit up, Granger.” She did what she was told, though she was beginning to feel a bit lightheaded.
When she finally sat up, she opened her eyes and saw Draco play a tray with a sandwich in front of her. “Eat up.” He released one of her hand.
“But Draco…”
“But nothing, Granger. Shut the fuck up and eat.”
“Umm… tha—”
“I said eat. You’re malnourished and it’s not good for the baby. Unless of course you want it to die.” Draco said snidely, his eyebrows slightly in anger, wondering why she was questioning him. Hermione shook her head quickly and took a bite, nearly choking herself. “Thought so,” he said.
As she continued to eat, he settled himself between her legs again. He removed her underwear, lifted her leg over his shoulder and poured yogurt down the inside of her thigh and all the way to her core. He slowly ate it, only stopping to watch her face as she ate. When he reached her center, he took one long, slow stroke with his tongue. He looked up as he felt her shiver slightly. She cursed silently as he smirked and lowered himself once again.
He began with long strokes, circling her clit long and hard. He began to move faster, entering her with his tongue, listening to her change in breathing, feeling her shake in pleasure. Hermione fought herself from responding to the evil pleasure with no success. She could feel her climax beginning as two of his fingers entered her, pumping in and out, while his mouth sucked and nibbling on her clit.
Draco watched the sweat building in her face, knowing even after all the ways she had been violated, this was the worst. She looked as if she was concentrating hard on something, ‘Probably trying not to cum,’ he thought to himself, ‘too late for that.’ Her orgasm came hard.
She was unable to hold in her scream. Her eyes were closed, tears falling silently. He could tell she was focusing on her breathing patterns. After lifting himself, Draco leaned over her and gave her a kiss. Hermione gasped in surprise at the sudden onslaught, opening her mouth to him. Draco received the same amount of shock when she began to kiss him back.
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