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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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6,735
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4
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Chapter Three
It hadn’t been her intention for him to see the room yet. Well, she was waiting for him to propose, and then he would see it, but she hadn’t expected him to propose for a few more months. Luckily, though, the room had been finished for three weeks, which was plenty of time for her to practice.
One summer, her cousin had been shocked that Hermione did not know how to dance like a stripper. Of course, Hermione was kind enough not to point out that seeing as her cousin was a stripper, she would obviously not know as many tricks. During that summer, her cousin had taught her how to dance with the pole and how to give a lap dance, much to the happiness of the boys at the local club.
When Hermione had seen the spare room at the Malfoy Estate, she immediately asked Draco if she could have it to do whatever she wanted with it. He agreed, as long as eventually he could see it. That deal made, she began turning it into her personal Sex Room.
Its purpose was to pleasure Draco to no end, and to use as bait. If she was angry with him, then he would not be allowed into the room. If he did something good, like proposing, then she would take it upon herself to reward him.
As Hermione released the wards on the room, Draco caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his hardness into her arse and running his hands up to her chest, anxious to touch the breast which he loved so much. His lips nibbled her ear, and he whispered, “Are you going to show me this room, love? Are you going to fuck me in it?”
Before he could get any farther, she slipped out of his grasp and into the room. She wanted to scold him, but couldn’t look him in the face for she knew that if she did, she would not be able to pleasure him the way she wanted to.
Draco groaned at the loss of contact, but quickly followed her into the room.
What he saw shocked him from head to pulsing cock, and from raging hard on to toe.
Mirrors covered three of the walls, that he already knew, and a silver pole was in the center of the room going from ceiling to floor. Hermione had done something to the lights so they shone on the pole, and he couldn’t see anything else except for the reflection of the pole in the mirrors and the pole itself. Somehow he ended up on a couch, and Hermione whispered in his ear, “Stay here, and I’ll reward you later on,” before prancing towards the pole.
With a wave of her wand, music began to play, some sort of Muggle music that he didn’t care about. All he cared about was the fact that Hermione had slipped off the robe.
He observed her pert little arse from the mirror behind her, and as she wrapped one long leg around the pole, he strived to see if he could see any bit of her, but couldn’t. With one leg around the pole, she reached down to her toes, giving him a good look at her cleavage. The chain around her neck never slipped from its place in between her breast, as she continued to dance, basically fucking the pole.
It was all he could do to not go up to her and make her fuck him, not the pole. She was moaning his name, over and over again, although it was barely recognizable over the sound of the music.
Too soon, the song ended, and she was left, both legs wrapped around the pole as she arched her back to get more contact of metal on skin. Draco sat on the sofa, gripping the edges to keep himself in place. If he knew Hermione, and he did, then her idea of a reward involved her mouth and his cock. The thought was too much for him, and he was about to unzip his trousers when Hermione appeared above him.
“Now, now, Draco,” she scolded. “You can’t possibly think I’m done, can you?” And with that, she lowered herself onto his lap, placing her huge tits his face and his hands in between her thighs. “No touching, Draco,” she whispered into his ears before nipping it slightly. “If you touch me, I’ll punish you dearly.”
It was still very dark in the room, as the lights were still on the pole, but Draco could feel her juices soaking through her knickers and onto his hands and he could feel her breasts pressing themselves into his lips every now and then. Apparently she was allowed to touch him, but he couldn’t touch her.
One summer, her cousin had been shocked that Hermione did not know how to dance like a stripper. Of course, Hermione was kind enough not to point out that seeing as her cousin was a stripper, she would obviously not know as many tricks. During that summer, her cousin had taught her how to dance with the pole and how to give a lap dance, much to the happiness of the boys at the local club.
When Hermione had seen the spare room at the Malfoy Estate, she immediately asked Draco if she could have it to do whatever she wanted with it. He agreed, as long as eventually he could see it. That deal made, she began turning it into her personal Sex Room.
Its purpose was to pleasure Draco to no end, and to use as bait. If she was angry with him, then he would not be allowed into the room. If he did something good, like proposing, then she would take it upon herself to reward him.
As Hermione released the wards on the room, Draco caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his hardness into her arse and running his hands up to her chest, anxious to touch the breast which he loved so much. His lips nibbled her ear, and he whispered, “Are you going to show me this room, love? Are you going to fuck me in it?”
Before he could get any farther, she slipped out of his grasp and into the room. She wanted to scold him, but couldn’t look him in the face for she knew that if she did, she would not be able to pleasure him the way she wanted to.
Draco groaned at the loss of contact, but quickly followed her into the room.
What he saw shocked him from head to pulsing cock, and from raging hard on to toe.
Mirrors covered three of the walls, that he already knew, and a silver pole was in the center of the room going from ceiling to floor. Hermione had done something to the lights so they shone on the pole, and he couldn’t see anything else except for the reflection of the pole in the mirrors and the pole itself. Somehow he ended up on a couch, and Hermione whispered in his ear, “Stay here, and I’ll reward you later on,” before prancing towards the pole.
With a wave of her wand, music began to play, some sort of Muggle music that he didn’t care about. All he cared about was the fact that Hermione had slipped off the robe.
He observed her pert little arse from the mirror behind her, and as she wrapped one long leg around the pole, he strived to see if he could see any bit of her, but couldn’t. With one leg around the pole, she reached down to her toes, giving him a good look at her cleavage. The chain around her neck never slipped from its place in between her breast, as she continued to dance, basically fucking the pole.
It was all he could do to not go up to her and make her fuck him, not the pole. She was moaning his name, over and over again, although it was barely recognizable over the sound of the music.
Too soon, the song ended, and she was left, both legs wrapped around the pole as she arched her back to get more contact of metal on skin. Draco sat on the sofa, gripping the edges to keep himself in place. If he knew Hermione, and he did, then her idea of a reward involved her mouth and his cock. The thought was too much for him, and he was about to unzip his trousers when Hermione appeared above him.
“Now, now, Draco,” she scolded. “You can’t possibly think I’m done, can you?” And with that, she lowered herself onto his lap, placing her huge tits his face and his hands in between her thighs. “No touching, Draco,” she whispered into his ears before nipping it slightly. “If you touch me, I’ll punish you dearly.”
It was still very dark in the room, as the lights were still on the pole, but Draco could feel her juices soaking through her knickers and onto his hands and he could feel her breasts pressing themselves into his lips every now and then. Apparently she was allowed to touch him, but he couldn’t touch her.