Blackmail is not just for Slytherins

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This is a slightly shorter chapter… but I hope you still enjoy its lemony goodness

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Blackmail is not just for Slytherins

Chapter 3

Hermione had been using Draco Malfoy to fulfil her needs for several weeks now, she had never taken him outside of Hogwarts – although he never knew this fact – she loved having the haughty little bastard under her thumb.

Spanking and whipping his perfectly rounded arse was one of her favourite delights, although the night she had **branded his arse with her initials using her wand was very enjoyable. The brand faded after a couple of days, but she loved seeing her monogram on his little pale cheeks, the idea that she owned him made her wet every single time she thought about it, and she thought about it often.

Now the school holidays were about to start, so she knew she would have to find other locations to take her little pet, she would be away from Hogwarts for two weeks and could not face the idea of not having his hot hard cock slip inside her for fourteen days… she might be the one in charge of their relationship, but Draco’s hard meat was like a drug she could never have enough of. It seemed the more she had him inside her, the more she wanted him.

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The last day of term was now upon them and their possessions were packed and taken down to the station at Hogsmeade for loading onto the Hogwarts Express.

Hermione rode one of the Thestrel drawn carriages to the station, sitting chatting with a couple of the other teachers, she was looking forward to seeing her parents, but glad that she had retained her own flat. She adored her parents and would see as much of them as she could during this holiday, but they would be busy with their dental practice and she was happy to have her own place to go and escape, like most parents throughout the world, even though their little girl had grown into a young woman; she would always be their baby.

Once onboard the train she waited whilst most of the teachers filled the staff coaches, she then slipped inside the next coach which was empty – she charmed a sign onto the window stating the carriage was closed for repair and closed all the blinds – waiting just a couple of minutes until Draco Malfoy was passing, she reached out of the coach and dragged him inside and locked the door.

“What the Fu…” Draco hissed

“Hello boy”

“No… not on the train… we could get…” he looked around nervously.

“Forgetting your manners boy?”

Draco was worried they would be caught in the carriage, but unfortunately his cock was not on the same terrified wavelength and his brain – his cock was considering the idea of sex on the Hogwarts Express as something to stand up for and the thought of being caught merely made it twitch and thicken.

“Hermione, please be reasonable, we can’t, not on the train”

“Oh do stop whining boy, no-one can see in, the carriage is locked and a sign declaring it out of order will make anyone approaching pass the carriage by and there is a silencing spell in place – you do not think that I want people to know about this do you? I do not want people to misconstrue this and think we are a couple” the look of disgust on her face told him that she was repulsed by people thinking she might touch scum like him and he felt an unusual twinge of hurt; it was him who would lose the most by association with her and yet she acted like the he was filth.

Draco swallowed hard and realised that he was well and truly stuck between a rock – Hermione – and a hard cock. He was no longer the ruler of his own destiny, she set his rules and his traitorous cock followed her like a lapdog.

“Well boy…” Hermione drawled as she pointed to the floor in the carriage.

Taking a deep breath Draco looked down, he knew he was beaten; for now.

Dropping onto his knees on the carriage floor, he kept his head bowed, hoping she would not see the mutinous gleam in his eyes.

“Good boy” she intoned and patted him on the head like she would a well behaved puppy.

Hermione sat on the seat; she crossed her legs and took a book out of her bag to read for a while, totally ignoring Draco while she read.

Draco was getting angry kneeling there being ignored, if she was going to keep him here she could at lease ‘use’ him and give him some satisfaction too.

But Hermione knew exactly what she was doing, Draco had begun to enjoy their time together, he always got his ‘happy ending’ and it was time for him to learn that life was not always going to go in his very privileged favour.

After what no doubt felt like an eternity to Draco; Hermione put down her book and uncrossed her legs. “Well boy, I am in the mood for a little something…” she watched Draco smile; he now knew he would be getting his rocks off.

Sliding her hands down her thighs; she then drew them back up again, this time taking her skirt with them, drawing the fabric higher until she was able to open her legs wider still and Draco saw that she was not wearing panties. She watched his eyes widen and he ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip.

“Crawl over here my boy and put that tongue to good use”

Eagerly Draco crawled forward and sank his face into Hermione’s pussy, he might have been brought up to despise the girl and her ilk; but he had to admit that if all mudblood’s tasted like Hermione he might have to sample a few more sometime.

Running his tongue along the entire length of her slit he found that she was sopping wet already and he wondered just what she had been thinking to get her this wet; little did he know that the book she had been reading was by a muggle publisher called black lace, and they specialised in erotica written for women by women and while he was kneeling annoyed at being ignored she was reading literature that was turning her on.

Hermione ran her fingers through Draco’s hair and pulled his face harder against her, pressing her pussy into his face and moaning as his tongue hit her sensitive little bud before running back down her sopping slut again. The nasty little bastard might have a vicious little tongue but damn the little shit sure knew how to use it.

Draco felt her fingers in his hair, at first gently but soon it felt as though she was pulling his hair out at the roots as she urged his tongue onwards. He felt her pussy twitch as he slipped his tongue inside her and pressed his nose against her clit, hearing her moan as her breathing deepened and she leant back against the seat. Her moans driving him onwards until he was lapping at he slit and nibbling on her swollen clit; it was not long until he felt her bucking against the seat as he licked harder, pressing her thighs wider until they were no doubt almost painfully spread.

As his tongue flicked faster and faster against her clit Hermione felt herself losing control, her mind whirling as her pussy and abdomen clenched; twitching with an aching desire.

She was now aching for release and the sensation was growing and spreading through her body, she was just barely able to ride the rising tide to its peak; which Draco pushed her over when he slipped two fingers inside her pussy and ran them around the ultra sensitive ridge of her opening.

With a scream Hermione came hard, digging her fingers into Draco’s scalp and pressing his face so hard into her pussy that the poor boy was in danger of either suffocation or drowning in her soaking orifice.

Draco smiled against her delicate and pulsing folds, feeling his cock twitch in appreciation, knowing his time was now on hand, she would now give him the release he was aching for.

Hermione recovered slightly and pulled her skirt back down; she reached into her bag and threw a tissue at Draco who used it to wipe his face; which was thoroughly coated in Hermione’s pussy juice.

Once she was decent and waved a hand toward the door and Draco heard it click as it was unlocked.

“Your services are no longer required, you are dismissed” she gestured for him to leave.

“What?” Draco hissed

“Oh dear need I spell it out, are you really that simple boy?” Hermione rolled her eyes “you… are… no… longer… required…” she wiggled her fingers dismissively.

“What about me?” Draco snapped “I have not” he looked down toward his crotch.

Hermione laughed at him “that was NEVER part of this deal boy, you cum if I get pleasure from that, not you; and today I am satisfied with the service you have already provided and I no longer require your company”

Draco was furious, he was gaping at Hermione and opening and closing his mouth like a fish ‘how dare that fucking mudblood bitch…’

“Are you forgetting why you are here Draco? Need I remind you of our contract?” she asked him.

He looked down and whispered “no…”

“No… what boy?”

“No, Mistress” he hissed and headed toward the door.

“Oh and Draco” Hermione called to him “Although we are on school holidays you will keep your coin with you, as I will have more free time with no lessons, I will be calling on you and you will come to me within 10 minutes as agreed”

Before Draco could reply Hermione picked up her book again and started to read once more, letting him know that he was well and truly dismissed.

As soon as he was out of earshot of the carriage he let rip with a string of obscenities that would have made a sailor blush and headed for the bathroom; once inside he chased out several first years with a snarl and as they saw his imperious sneer they scampered out of the room.

Drawing his wand he locked the main bathroom door, cast a silencing charm and moved over to the basins, unfastening his jeans he withdrew his cock with a hiss, he ached so much from both the confinement and the denial of release.

Taking his cock in hand he realised he still held the tissue which was soaked in her pussy juices; without even conscious thought he raised the tissue to his face and inhaled deeply.

Stroking his hard member harder and harder, he could smell Hermione all over the tissue and he could still taste her on his lips, he imagined punishing the little mudblood bitch for everything she had done to him, he imagined tying her down and eating her until she begged for release and even then he would leave the cunt tied down and aching for release, he would fuck every one of her damn holes until she was screaming and creaming.

With each stroke of his shaft he was cursing her name and her very existence ‘that…bitch…will…pay!’ he gasped as he came hard, spraying his seed all over his hand and some hit the mirror.

Looking up into the mirror and seeing his spunk run down the glass; he met his own eyes in reflection and promised himself “I will find a way to get back at that mudblood bitch!”

Using a cleaning spell he cleaned up the mirror and his hand, he slipped the tissue into his pocket and left the bathroom.

Heading for the Slytherin carriages he slipped into a seat next to Blaise Zabini “where the fuck you been Malfoy?” the other Slytherin asked.

“Keep your fucking nose out Zabini” Draco snapped.

“Ohhh excuse me your Lordship” Blaise hissed and he gave Draco the one finger salute before turning to look out of the window.

Blaise never spoke to his friend again until they drew into Kings Cross Station.

Draco was pleased for once for the silence; he had a lot going on in his mind right now and a lot of planning to do.

a/n
** This has not been included in the story so far, it is merely Hermione recalling the experience, but she enjoyed it so much that I am more than positive that she will do this again…