Broomsticks and Bondage

Chapter Three

Hermione sat bolt upright in her bed in the Slytherin loft and brandished a wand. Gazing around she noticed that everything looked normal. Blaise was sleeping in his bed alone tucked under the covers snoring while Draco slept peacefully in his bed across from her. He looked so angelic lying there so still and quiet, almost exuding a sense of boyish innocence as the sounds of his shallow breathing seduced Hermione into a meditative state. She felt her eyes growing heavy once again as she closed them for only a second, sleep finding her once again.

“Granger? Classes.” Hermione woke up fully clothed, exactly the way she had gone to bed the night before. She looked at her watch and then panicked. She had only minutes to shower and dress and get to her first class. There was only one problem. She didn’t even know where the showers were. Most of the Slytherins had already left for breakfast and opening day of classes. Hermione rifled through her trunk picking out a pressed gray skirt and a pale pink sweater before locking it shut again and scrambling to find the bathroom.

Draco was peeling an apple with a knife and leisurely reading a copy of the Daily Prophet as Hermione raced back and forth in front of him. He casually glanced up at her when she spoke, which annoyed Hermione even more because she was sure he knew damn well that she was lost and needed help.

“I can’t seem to find the showers.” Draco nonchalantly pointed with his long delicate fingers.

“Thanks,” Hermione said with a sneer as she raced down the stairs to the showers.

When she had showered and dressed she made her way to the portal where a dapper and cleanly shaven Draco was also preparing to leave.

“Now I’m not going to have anything to eat until lunch!” Hermione commented and Draco swung around cornering her against the wall next to the portal. His arm was by her head, his palms flat against the stony dungeon wall.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes Granger. Just do it.”

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Your not leaving until you do it. Trust me.”

“Trust you? That’ll be the day. Will you please let me go now. I’m going to be late for my first class.”

“What class is it? “

“Mixed House Marriages not that it’s any business of yours.” Hermione tried to duck under his arm but Draco moved his arm down blocking her once again from escaping.

“Odd class to take isn’t it? I mean surely you will settle down and pop out a couple of brats with a nice Gryffindor like yourself.”

“You disgust me.”

“Close your eyes. Now.”

“No.”

“Then I guess you are going to miss your first class. What’s your second class?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering if you are going to miss that class too because you won’t close your eyes.”

“Whatever you are playing at it isn’t going to work. Oh fine! Let it be known that I have my wand though and am prepared to use it. Try anything funny and you will regret it.”

Hermione reluctantly closed her eyes.

“Relax.”

“Ok I’m relaxed can we get this over with already. What are you doing?”

“Open your mouth now.”

“Why so you can put a dung beetle in my mouth? No way. This isn’t going to work.” Hermione opened her eyes once again and Draco’s face was only inches form her face.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth. We can stand here all day until you trust me if you want.”

She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Slowly she gained the confidence to open her mouth a little wider. When she did she suddenly felt Draco’s finger entering her mouth.

“Lick it off Granger.”

Hermione could taste a creamy sweetness in her mouth. With her eyes closed her sensations revolved around only the sound of Draco’s rhythmic breathing and the taste of the crème from his finger. She didn’t know why she was participating in this absurd game of his but she knew she wanted to go to classes and she was hungry so this wasn’t altogether bad.

“Describe the taste and texture to me.”

“Strawberry crème. Probably from a strawberry tart. Hah I got it right didn’t I?” Hermione opened her eyes at this.

“You are missing the point of this game. Hold on we need something to help you.” He swaggered across the common room. This was Hermione’s chance to make a clean get away. Why was she still standing there then? Just as she was about to turn tail and run Draco was at her side again. He produced a blindfold and gently tied it around Hermione’s eyes.

“There. Now we can continue.”

“Next time I want you not to try and guess what it is I put in your mouth. I want you to describe the sensations to me.”

“Alright but let’s hurry this along and don’t think you can just do whatever you want. Like you said Mixed House Marriages isn’t a very important class. If it was anything else though I wouldn’t be standing here, just so you understand.”

“Again.”

Hermione opened her mouth and once again something Draco gently put a bite of food in her mouth. She concentrated on the sensations this time as she slowly chewed.

“Rough and cold on the outside. Crisp and hard. Soft on the inside.Tart and juicy.” Hermione described the piece of apple Draco had fed her.

“Good. I’m going to hold your wrists now. I won’t hurt you.” Hermione gulped as the books and parchment and even her wand fell to the floor. “Describe the bite I feed you but I also want you to describe what the rest of your body is feeling.”

This time it was an orange slice. Hermione rolled the slice of orange around in her mouth careful not to bite it yet. Draco’s wiry fingers were loosely around both of her wrists.

“Rubbery and squishy. Tangy.”

“Good. When I tell you to I want you to bite into it hard, but not until I tell you.” Hermione nodded still sucking on the orange in her mouth. It was odd to her that she had never tried this before. Foods have so many different textures. The strawberry crème made her feel so very warm and alive. The creaminess of it giving her the feeling of soft fluffy clouds yet the apple was crisp, unyielding. She could chew it but it still remained crisp, a constant flow of tart juice the entire time she chewed. Hermione realized she was actually enjoying the impromptu lesson Draco was giving her and there didn’t seem to be any harm so she went with it.

“I want you to bite down on the orange now.” Hermione did as he said and bit down hard on orange slice the juice bursting from the orange and squirting at the back of her throat. At the precise moment she bit down on the orange Draco tightened his grip on her wrists throwing her arms above her head and pinning them to the wall as he applied steady pressure. With the burst of the juice swirling in her mouth combined with the sensation of Draco’s hands roughly around her wrists she suddenly felt a tingling sensation shoot from her fingers to the tips of her toes. She opened her mouth to speak her tone taking on a sultry air.

“I feel vibrant, almost powerful.” Why had she just said that? She heard Draco let out a deep sigh and then he dropped her wrists as they fell to her side. Hermione took off the blindfold to see the portal door swinging shut and the fringe of Draco’s coat rounding the corner. She stood still for a moment trying to gather herself. She had satisfying goose bumps up and down her arms and her wavy chestnut hair felt like it was standing on end. She felt absolutely energized. She almost skipped to her class she was bouncing on air. When she threw the door open to Mixed House Marriages class open , now twenty minutes late for first class, all eyes turned to stare at Hermione. She nodded when Giny motioned her over and she took her seat next to her friend. You could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet and then she heard the familiar crunch of an apple from behind her. She turned to see Malfoy sitting in the desk behind her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Ginny turned to Hermione and whispered.

“Where were you last night and this morning?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“What’s your next class? Maybe we can walk and talk. I want to hear all about it.” The Professor glared in Ginny and Hermione’s direction and then when he turned his back again Hermione leaned over to answer Ginny.

“Flying 101,” Ginny’s face fell.

“I have Muggle Carnival. I’m surprised you took that class.”

“Yeah I know but I thought maybe I could get over my fear of flying.”

“Not likely. Do you know teaches that class?”

“No. It doesn’t really matter though so long as they are good and know what they are doing.”

“Malfoy is teaching that class!” Ginny said in a hushed voice.

Hermione suddenly felt familiar chills shoot down her spine. Using her chin to fake a scratch on her shoulder she peered out the corner of her eye behind her again. Malfoy leaned forward and whispered in Hermione’s ear.

“I’m good and I definitely know what I’m doing. Wouldn’t ya say?”

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