Dreamscapes: The Beginning

“What is going on?” Draco asked his entire body tensing. He remembered coming up to his dormitory and stripping down to his boxers before putting on a pair of pajama bottoms. He hadn’t been asleep long, but he felt refreshed. But finding his hands bound and no sight when he woke up, unnerved him.

“Easy,” Hermione said.

“Hermione?” he questioned. He was wondering how in the world the Gryffindor girl had gotten into the Slytherin dorm let alone into his room.

“Shh,” Hermione said again. He could hear her feet against the floor as she appeared to walk from somewhere over to him.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Hermione, why do you have my arms tied?” he asked his arms straining against the scarves that had his wrists bound to the bed. All Draco could see was a red haze with the scarf over his eyes.

“I have my reasons,” Hermione replied. Draco heard the noise of water being poured into a basin. Trickling water met his ears as Hermione rung a cloth out. He hissed a bit as her smooth hand began to wipe down Draco’s chest with the rag.

“Hermione…” he started.

“Shut up Draco. I’ve wanted you since I saw you, and I plan on having you now,” she said continuing to wash him.

“Then untie me,” he said his voice husky.

“No. I plan on doing things to you I’ve always wanted to do, without interference,” she said.

“Hermione I want you as much as you want me. Untie me,” Draco said.

“Shut up Draco. I’m in control. If and when I untie you it will be when I want to,” Hermione said. She noticed Draco started to say something, so she leaned over him, covering his mouth with hers. She ran the tip of her tongue across Draco’s lower lip before pressing past them, meeting his tongue as it sought entrance to her mouth. The rag in her hand fell heedlessly to the bed, her hand moving across his muscular chest, massaging his flesh. Draco arched into her hand, straining slightly against the bonds that held him. Hermione smiled against his lips suckling first his tongue then his fuller lower lip. She bit it somewhat, licking it again as it stung, having heard Draco’s sharp intake of breath. She pulled back tracing his lips with her finger.

“Like I said,” she began her voice husky. “I am in control.”

Hermione slowly worked her way down Draco’s body. Her hands ran along his stomach, feeling his muscles clench under her ministrations. Hermione placed a kiss right at his waist, her nimble fingers working at the ties of his pajama bottoms. She ran a hand lightly down one muscular thigh.

“Hermione,” Draco growled as his thigh clenched and his growing erection responded to her.

“Shh,” she replied her fingers closing ad hid his thigh as she massage gently. Draco’s leg muscles jumped beneath her fingers. Hermione smiled as she slid her hand up. Before Draco could take a breath, Hermione’s hands were trailing along Draco’s hands, not allowing her fingers too close to his. She trailed her fingernails along the palm of his hand, down his wrist, tracing the bone and closing her fingers around his wrist.

Draco felt the heat of Hermione’s body near his. She shifted and he felt her breast brush the side of his cheekbones as she worked at sculpting his wrists and hands with her fingers. Draco turned his head and flicked his tongue out and felt it catch her taut nipple. Hermione gasped at the sensation and firmly grasped his chin. She leaned down and nipped his tongue, feeling his sharp intake of breath.

“Behave,” she warned him. As a sort of punishment, Hermione raked her nails down Draco’s hands, and wrists, leaving marks, where before she had left feather light touches. Draco’s arms clenched and he arched his back. Hermione straddled him and sat on his stomach.

“Hermione please,” Draco said.

“Hush,” Hermione said leaning over him, cupping his face in her hands. Draco wanted her to kiss him, but instead she breathed along his face her lips a breath away as she seemed to trace his features. Had Draco’s hands been loose, he would have clasped her head firmly in his hands and ravished her mouth till she couldn’t breathe.

Hermione gently stroked Draco’s cheeks as she finally lowered her mouth to his. She slowly ran her tongue over his lips, then pulled away when he tried to kiss her more fully.

“Lie still and you’ll be rewarded,” she said her voice husky. Draco nodded causing Hermione to smile.

Hermione began running her tongue over his lips, nibbling at the corners a bit. Ever so slowly she took his lower lip into her mouth and began to nibble on it like a truffle, then suckle it as a babe at its mother’s breast would. She alternated between the two, driving Draco insane. Ever so slowly she covered his mouth with her own and torturously kissed him. She slowly raked her teeth along his tongue, suckling it. With slow careful movements, Hermione slipped her tongue into Draco’s mouth, and began a dance with his own. She allowed Draco to haveertaertain amount of control as he devoured everything she gave him. Hermione pulled back and smiled at Draco’s grunt of protest.

“Hermione,” Draco groaned. Hermione stripped off the robe she had on and settled on Draco’s stomach again, her naked bottom touching his skin causing another groan to emanate from his throat. Hermione smiled and got off of him to work at his pajama bottoms. Inch by inch she pushed the bottoms over his hips and down his legs, tossing them to the floor. Her fingers trailed over his hot skin beneath the fabric of his boxers. The skin along his pelvis was baby smooth and pale. She slid her fingers beneath his boxers with feather light touches, teasing the coarse hair she felt. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Draco’s hips jerked up when he felt her touch so close to his throbbing shaft. He groaned a bit when Hermione pushed at the waist of his boxers to push them over his hips and down his muscular legs. He almost came and cried out when the material dragged across his erection. Hermione chuckled a bit. She pushed Draco’s boxers off of his body and off the bed. She li her her lips again when she spied the glistening skin of his rampant cock.

Draco felt the bed depress beneath Hermione’s lightweight as she got back on the bed. He moaned a bit when he realized she had only begun the torture with his arms before. She lifted one foot into her hand and started to run her fingers over his toes. She smiled when they curled against her palm. She placed a kiss on the top of his foot, letting the fingers of her other hand trail up his calf. Hermione could feel Draco’s muscles work beneath her fingertips as he responded to her light touch.

Hermione let her fingers trail up Draco’s leg as she set his foot down, her fingernail catching a sensitive spot beneath Draco’s knee. She curled the fingers of her right hand around his left thigh as she traced patterns on his skin with her left hand. She smiled as she watched Draco’s cock twitch at her ministrations. Hermione ran her hand up Draco’s right thigh, her fingers tracing a pattern where his leg met his pelvis. She gently ran her finger from hipbone to hipbone, letting her slender digit gently touch his rigid shaft. She smiled when she saw it twitch then looked up at the strained expression on Draco’s face. She leaned forward and gently lifted his weeping member with one finger, and trailed her taut nipples over his tip, watching his face the entire time.

Draco felt a groan escape his lips as he felt Hermione’s nipples against the tip of his already sensitive shaft. All he wanted to do was bury himself deep inside of her body to find release, but she was prolonging this torture. He was surprised he was able to keep himself in check, but he knew he wanted to be inside of her when he came. He gasped when Hermione took his shaft into her hand, and blew at the tip of it. It was almost electrifying. His tip was moist and as she blew cool air on it, it sent tingles up his spine. He jerked his hips towards her when her smooth tongue flicked out to taste him.

Hermione smiled at his reactions to her and ran her fingernails down his shaft and across his balls, scraping the flesh, feeling them tightening. She pulled on them a bit, hearing his gasp, but prolonging his release as she ran her finger along the skin between his scrotum and his ass. Her fingers gently probed at the puckered flesh of his anus. A lift of hersuousuous mouth was her only reaction to Draco trying to jerk away from her touch as she probed his ass with her finger. The flesh started to give way to the penetration as she teased the tip of his shaft with the tip of her tongue. She savored the taste of his juices as he lost just a little bit of it with precum.

Draco groaned, his mind was reeling with the sensations he was losing himself in. Hermione gently teased the tip of Draco’s cock with her tongue, running along its slit tasting him. She nibbled the tip gently before she slid her tongue along his length. She heard Draco’s moan as she worked her way back up his shaft. She continued to run her tongue along it, as her finger slid out of his anus. She chose to tickle his skin along the passage between his scrotum and ass, smiling as she heard his moans, and felt his tension. Every so often she would tug at his scrotum when she saw it tense with straining release.

Very slowly, Hermione slid her lips and mouth over Draco’s shaft. Draco groaned when he felt the encompassing heat of her mouth surround him. She manipulated her tongue just so as she began to bob her head and stroke his shaft with her hand. Draco groaned at the sensations her mouth was creating on his body. He was about to find his release when she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, and then the heat of her mouth as gone, as was her tender touch. All Draco could feel was a slight breeze blowing against his aching member.

“Hermione?” he asked hoarsely. He felt the bed depress beside him and he turned his head towards that side. He felt Hermione’s finger on his lips.

“Shh,” she whispered. She gently untied the blindfold from his eyes. Draco blinked and looked up into her dark gaze, that were darker with passion.

“Untie me,” he whispered.

“Not yet,” she returned as she ran her fingertips down his chest.

“Then why take the blindfold?” he groaned as her fingers danced on his skin.

“I want to see those beautiful silver eyes of yours as you sink into me,” she whispered, her voice husky. She gave him a sly smile, noting that when she looked into his eyes, they turned into a deep silvery blue with passion.

“Hermione please,” Draco begged.

Hermione slowly smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear from you,” she said running a finger down his cheek. She never even saw that Draco had gotten on of his hands free during her torture fest.

“What?” he mumbled, not wanting to bring attention to his now free wrist.

“I wanted you to beg for me,” she whispered as she placed her mouth close to his ear. She took the tip of his ear into her mouth suckling it. Draco almost forgot what he was doing as sensations washed over him. He felt Hermione slowly move and straddle his waist. She sat on his stomach, and he could feel her moist heat, proving how ready she was to take him inside of her.

“What do you want Hermione?” he asked her. Hermione smiled and lifted her hips, nudging her moist folds apart with the tip of his shaft. She slowly slid down his length, her eyes closed as a look of pure pleasure crossed her features. Draco groaned as he was sheathed completely to the hilt inside of her. She opened her eyes and gazed into his.

“You,” she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him. Hermione began to slowly undulate her hips on Draco’s, groaning into his mouth as she felt every hard inch of him. She lifted her hips and settled down along him, allowing his hard shaft to slide in and out of her body. Her eyes snapped open when she suddenly felt his hands on her waist. Before she could do or say anything, Draco flipped her off of him and to her back, quickly tying her wrists with the scarves that had once held his.

“How?!” she demanded.

“My secret,” he said with a smile down at her. Hermione squirmed under his gaze.

“Draco,” she started and Draco leaned down and nipped at her taut nipples.

“Quiet,” he said. Hermione raised an eyebrow. Draco slowly let a smile cross his face as his blonde bangs fell across his forehead. He leaned forward, but denied her the taste of his lips.

“It’s my turn,” he whispered to her. Hermione shivered a bit at his tone. Draco started tracing her collarbone with his fingertips.

“I don’t think I am going to be as torturous as you were,” he said with a gravelly voice. Hermione groaned. Draco grinned at her as he slid down her body.

“I’m ready for you,” she whispered.

“You are huh?” he asked.

“Yes I, OH!” she said. As Hermione talked Draco had flicked his tongue out to her clit. He lifted her buttocks in his hands and suckled at her, teasing the swollen bud with his teeth and tongue. Hermione’s hips squirmed beneath his mouth as she clenched her hands in their bonds. Draco slid his tongue into her, tasting the juices that came from her.

“Draco!” Hermione cried out as she climaxed as he nipped her clit with his teeth. He smiled up at her and covered her body with his. She gazed up at him with a glazed look to her emerald gaze. Draco leaned down and dipped his tongue into her mouth to kiss her. Hermione gasped as she tasted her own juices on his tongue. She moaned as she felt her body responding to his again. She wanted him inside of her now.

“Draco,” she moaned into his mouth.

“What do you want Hermione?” he asked her again.

Hermione thrust her hips up against his erection. “You. Now, inside of me,” she growled. Draco plunged into her moist depths without hesitation. Hermione gasped and arched her back to him. She felt the scarves bite into her skin. Draco pulled out of her and thrust again, sliding into her to the hilt.

“Please,” Hermione groaned as she tried to take him in deeper then before.co rco rolled Hermione’s hips forward as he laid her legs so that her heels lay against his shoulders. He placed his fists on either side of her waist for leverage as he thrust his hips into her body, moving as deeply as he could. Hermione cried out a bit as the position Draco put her legs at allowed him a deep access to her body. She could feel every hard length of him sliding in and out of her body. Draco began to move his hips faster inside of her as he felt her tightening around him.

Hermione cried out loudly as she felt a crashing orgasm hit her as Draco slid into her over and over again. She felt her muscles clench around his shaft as her hands jerked against their bonds again. She squeezed the cloth that bound her to the bed as she heard Draco groan, then felt his hot seed spill into her body. Hermione moved against him more as he spilled all that he had into her.

With great care Draco lowered Hermione’s legs, without leaving her, and laid on top of her gently, their chests heaving.

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Draco jerked awake, rising to a seated position. He looked wildly around the room searching for Hermione and the scarves. He groaned and fell back when he realized he had another scandalous dream. A groan escaped his throat as he realized that he was going to go out of his mind at this rate. Hermione Granger was going to be the death of him. He just knew it. He finally turned over and fell back asleep.

~~

A dark figure growled. “His attentions are wavering,” it growled.

“Master, he is but a seventeen year old boy,” another figure said.

“NEVER should one as promising as he is have such thoughts of a Mudblood,” the other figured spat out, particularly the last word.

“Yes master.”

“Lucius, I want you to kill Hermione Granger,” the dark figure said. “She will bring the end of what we have worked so hard to build, and I will not allow it. She is more of a danger than Harry Potter is. If she persuades your son to her side, our cause is lost.”

“Kill her, then?” Lucius Malfoy asked.

The slitted eyes of Lord Voldemort that glowed a bright red looked at him. “Kill her.”