Moments in Time

For my favorite pimper Raffy\'s birthday, I don\'t know what us DM/HG shippers would do without our Smut Queen so without further adu I give you Jet\'s

Cold Hard Bitch


“Masseur Malfoy, You have a call.” The waiter said as he held out a phone to the young man before him.

“Hello, This is Draco Malfoy.”

A breathy feminine voice replied, “Draco, It’s me. Do you know where I am at the moment?”

With a grin he answered, “No but I’m sure your going to tell me.”

“Well I seemed to have found myself completely naked and in your bed. Only problem is that I’m all-alone here. Remember you only made arrangements until midnight, so if your not here in ten minutes I’m going to enjoy myself in this enormous bed of yours and then I’m leaving.” The woman on the other end stated.

“Don’t start without me I’ll be there in five.”

“No promises you better hurry.”

Gotta leave town

Handing the phone back to the waiter, Draco turned to his mother and announced, “Mother, Dinner has been lovely, but there are pressing matters at home which require my attention.”

“Darling, I’m worried about you, please give some thought to what I’ve said. You’ll be twenty-three in just a few days Draco. If your don’t hurry the good ones will all be taken and if word gets out that you’ve been with muggles, no decent pureblooded witch will have you my boy.” Narcissa said with exasperation clear in her voice.

With a smirk, Draco replied, “I’ll take my chances mother, and tell Felipe I said hi.”

“Draco you promised.” She huffed.

“Your secrets safe with me.” He said as he placed a kiss on his mothers cheek before apparating away leaving a cross Narcissa Malfoy alone to pay the tab.

Got another appointment

With a POP, Draco appeared in the doorway wearing his trademark smirk as he advanced to the side of the bed leaving behind him a trail of dress robes. Writhing amongst his jet-black silk sheets he was amused to find his favorite playmate Leanne, cheeks flushed and moaning softly as she was pleasuring herself oblivious to his presence in the room. Without skipping a beat he placed his wand on the nightstand before slipping into bed beside her, replacing her fingers with his own, long aristocratic, well-manicured ones. With amusement in his voice he whispered in her ear, “You weren’t supposed to start without me.”

“I got tired of waiting you said you’d be here by nine and it’s nearly twelve already.” She answered in a breathy voice.

Positioning his firm body above her he replied, “I’m here now so why don’t we skip right to the main coarse.”

“If you want the whole night it’ll cost more.”

From the top drawer of his nightstand, he lifted a heavy bag of gold, which he dropped on the top of the table with a thud before asking, “Its always business with you isn’t it?”

Spent all my rent

“I make sure never to mix business with pleasure.”


“We’ll just have to see about that.” He answered, before placing a firm kiss, on her lips.

****

The following morning Draco woke with a start as his fathers all too familiar cane came crashing down between his legs, scantly a hair’s breath away from ruining any chance he’d ever have of repeating the wonders of the night before. “Wake up boy, and tell this filth to get out of my sight, we have pressing matters to attend to.”

In a huff Leanne took her payment from the nightstand. Not missing a beat she flipped off Lucius, and strutted naked from the room.

With a scowl etched across his face his stare returned to his son as he stated, “You know Draco, in my day we eliminated our indiscretions, not paid them.”

“You never were good with playthings father.”

“A Filthy Muggle Draco, I had hoped your mother would have been able to talk some sense into you at dinner. Instead you choose to be the same willful child you always were. I’ll have you know Miss Parkinson has been thrice this week for afternoon tea. Now there is a fine woman, with impeccable breeding.”

With disgust clearly visible on his face, Draco replied, “A boggart it the sac that one is. After the worst lay of my life, the repugnant sow had the asinine notion that grinding her teeth against my cock would entice me into yet another round of passionless sex. I’d sooner marry a muggle than partake of that tainted fruit on a nightly basis.”

Lucius winced in sympathy for his son before saying, “There are other fine choices Draco, The Zabini’s, the Goyles, even the Crabbes have a fine young daughters graduating this year.”

“They are all the same father, utterly boring.” Draco retorted off handedly.

Ignoring the conversation between the two, Leanne waltzed back into the room now fully clothed and demanded to know, “Where are my shoes Draco?”

With a smirk he pulled them from the sheets and handed them to her. A slight blush crossed her face as she bent down to take it from him.

With a kiss on the cheek and slap on the bottom, Leanne winced and glared at the two Malfoys before slamming the door on her way out of the room.

Girl you know I enjoyed it

Lucius brought his cane down once again between Draco’s legs as he stated, “en hen here boy. No more Muggles. You’re upsetting your mother and bringing shame to the family. I expect you to find yourself an acceptable witch to present at your party or I will present one for you.”

Lucius fumed as he reached into his robes, and withdrew a heavily laden bag of coins, which he tossed at his son. “No more muggles Draco! The closest they come to magic is cheep parlor tricks in back alleys. Should I find out you’ve wasted one more galleon of this families money Draco, not only will you be enjoying every waking hour with Miss Parkinson, but I will place her in full control of every knut you see until the day I die.”

Draco flinched as he placed the coins in his drawer he simply nodded to his father, who apparated so quickly the usually pop reverberated off the wall with a bang. Draco shook his head as he thought with a grin ‘I hope he didn’t splinch himself.’

With thoughts of a life without Lucius, Draco strode across the room to his bathroom whistling to himself as he prepared for the day ahead.

***
Despite his best intensions, at the end of the evening, Draco found himself in his favorite seat at the Pussycat Club, enjoying the night’s entertainment. Shortly after moving out on his own, Draco had discovered the pretentious club not a block from his unit. At first the purple fur covered interior had him fearing he had stumbled into some sort of odd taxidermist, however after spotting the clubs entertaining Kittens shedding their clothing center stage, while on either side gilded cages held dancers in tight leotards and feather boas. He had been calling the club home ever since.

It was a Friday night, and like always the club was packed to the brim with uptight businessmen slipping crisp bills into scantily clad dancers panties. Draco was a regular and each of the working girls knew of his generous pockets should he take an interest in a kitten or two. As always he found himself enjoying lap ds frs from the majority of the girls looking to find their way into his pants.

Draco had no doubt they paraded about him for his looks, but he wasn’t fooled by the fact that it was his money they were all after. In a bowl filled with fish he was the prize and they each did their best to get him to bite.

“One more Jack and then I’ve got to go.” Draco said to the muscular dark skinned bartender.

“Who’s the lucky lady tonight sir?” Jack replied.

Waving him off he answered, “No one tonight Jack just here for a show or two.”

“Well then you shouldn’t leave just yet, Dusty got himself a new girl. Quiet the firecracker she is.” Jack answered with a smile.

“It’ll have to be another time, I really must be going.” Draco replied.

Ain’t gonna hang around till there’s nobody dancing

Just then the lights dimmed and the spotlight shown on center stage as the DJ announced “Now all of you give it up for the Pussycat Club’s newest kitten, Miss Kitty.” A round of cheers echoed through the club as a slender young woman wearing a gown of sparkling silver and matching diamond tipped cat ears strode confidently out to the center of the spotlight, and wrapped her long legs around the pole.

Draco left his drink forgotten on the bar as watched intently, the vixen stroke her body against the pole seductively, while she removed her clothinga toa torturously slow pace. First came the long gloves, which she had been caressing herself with. Then she unzipped the shimmering gown, letting it slid down her body like a wave of water until it puddled at her feet, where she kicked it off to the side. Finally she stood before all in nothing more than a burgundy red velvet thong.

Hoots and hollers were echoing everywhere as she gyrated her body to the music on stage. A wave of crisp bills hug in the air as their owners pleaded with her to come close enough for then to place then on her person. As she swung farther and farther out on the pole her bottom came close enough to an eager young man who pulled her off the pole and attempted to fondle the curly haired brunette’s firm breasts.

Fury raged in her eyes as she removed herself from the mans grip, and proceeded to drive her razor sharp stilettos into his hand which he had previously been slapping against the stage.

Cold hard bitch

With a satisfied smirk on her lips, she watched the man shriek in pain before being lead out by security. Licking her cherry red lips, she scanned the crowd before locking eyes with the blonde at the bar who smiled in amusement to her antics on stage. Swigging her hips as she made her way down the stairs at the front of the stage and with determination made her way straight to her target.

Draco smirked as he noticed her making her way to him as so many others had. But there was something different about this one. He had watched with amusement as she handled the grabby young man on stage. For the first time in years, Draco felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as his slate grey eyes locked with her dark amber ones.

As she closed in on him he was stunned by the fact that she didn’t give him the lap dance he had been expecting, but instead placed a firm kiss on his lips.

Just a kiss on the lips

Draco slid off the chair and held her body closer to his as he made to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away. He looked down at her face and realized he knew the girl in his arms; it was none other than Hogwarts one time Head Girl Hermione Granger.

And I was on my knees

Realization too seemed to flicker across her face has she turned to make her way back to the stage, however Draco would have none of it as he reached out for her hand and pulled her back.

I’m waiting, give me

With lightening fast reflexes, she turned around and slapped him hard leaving a clear imprint of her hand in vibrant red across his face.

Cold hard bitch

Releasing her hand to rub his aching jaw, Draco watched as she ascended the stairs and took her place once again in the center of the stage.

She was shakin’ her hips

Her routine ended and she took one last look over her shoulder at the crowd and winked.

“Sorry about that mate. I warned ya she’s a firecracker.” Jake stated as he handed Draco a cold beer to hold against his reddened face.

“So what’s her story?” Draco asked flexing his jaw against the soreness.

“She’s some uptown business woman, just wanted to do this on the weekends for the thrills. Don’t know much else about her.” Jake stated as he washed down the bar.

“You wouldn’t by chance know if her name’s Hermione?” Draco questioned.

“You know the rules mate, unless she tells ya I can’t say one way or the other. Why would you be asking anyway?” Jake replied.

“I think I went to school with her that’s all.” Draco replied, “Have Dusty send her over later when she’s finished here.”

“No can do. That one’s not for sale.” Jake answered.

Draco looked the man over curiously, “What do you mean she’s not for sale?”

“I don’t know all the details but that was one thing Dusty made clear, she’s only here to dance nothing more if you know what I mean. Frankly I’m surprised she kissed you. That’s part of her and Dusty’s deal too no one touches her or she’s allowed to do whatever she wants to them.” Jake said as he dried and put away some of the glasses from the evening. “Come back tomorrow night, she’s scheduled last but I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait.”

That’s all that I need

With a smile, Draco placed the beer and a few notes on the bar as he waved goodbye to Jack and headed out of the club.

That night Draco tossed and turned as his sleep was plagued with dreams of the sultry goddess from the bar. In his mind the prim and proper Miss Granger who was dressed in her school uniform slowly undressed before. In a cold sweat Draco woke with a start. Feeling the hair standing up on the back of his neck, Draco did his best to brush away the thoughts of the untouchable Gryffindor. The strained erection between his legs though would not be deterred, so with heavy eyelids, Draco took hold of his manhood, working it in perfect rhythm to his thoughts of a dirty schoolgirl riding him mercilessly.

For the entire day Draco emerged himself in a vigorous game of quidditch with his old housemates, as he attempted to banish the thoughts of a certain mudblood from his mind. Though Draco had thoroughly enjoyed his dalliances with the muggle prostitutes he bought, he had never thought of them as equals. To him they were merely intelligent animals available for his amusement. He was ever same arrogant pureblood, he had ever been, however the more his thoughts turned to Granger, the more he realized that even in school she had excited him. Even more unnerving was his realization that despite his constant name calling at school he had never truly thought of her as being beneath him, for if anything she was his equal.

It was no real surprise to Draco that as the hour grew late, his subconscious brought him to the one place he had tried his best to avoid, The Pussycat Club.

Gonna check her out

“I knew you couldn’t stay away.’’ Jack smiled as Draco took his usual spot at the coner of the bar.

“What can I say Jack, the girls been running through my mind all day. Sure Dusty won’t reconsider, it would make this a whole lot easier?” Draco asked with his usually smirk etched across his face.

Shaking his head no, Jack pointed to the stage and said, “Leanne’s up.”

Sure enough there in the center stood Leanne, however more uncomfortable thoughts crossed his mind as he imagined the buxom blonde with curly brown hair and piercing amber eyes.

She’s my latettrattraction

“How much longer till Miss Kitty?” Draco asked.

“Oh boy you’ve got it bad for that one mate. Never seen you this worked up about a kitten before.” Jake stated with interest as he watched the blond before him.

“I can’t put my finger on it Jack, but this one’s different.”

Gonna hang ‘round

Draco sat through six more sets of dancers until it was finally her turn. His jaw nearly dropped when she took the stage wearing a shortened version of her Hogwarts uniform. A bright red bra peeked out beneath the pressed white shirt, while the skirt rode up slightly exposing the matching red thong. Once again she refused to allow patrons close enough to touch her as she stripped before them.

Wanna get a reaction

Not sure as to why, Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and tapped it again his hand in time to the music. Just as the before, during her set, the dancers, yes locked on Draco. As her eyes raked over his body, they came to a halt when they spotted the wand in his hand with his signature smirk, Draco thought to himself, ‘got ya’

****
Waiting outside the club, Draco spotted her leaving through the back exit and dashed over to her. Handing her a lovely bouquet of flowers he had purchased from the shop next door while he waited, he smiled as he said, “For you my dear.”

Tossing the flowers into the gutter she angrily replied, “Cut the crap Malfoy. What do you want?”

Gonna take her home ‘cos she’s over romancing

Reaching out and taking her hand he huskily stated, “You” Slightly taken aback Hermione looked at him with wide eyes as he confidently continued, “How much will it cost for tonight?” Disgusted, Hermione pulled her hand from his embrace and began to walk away.

Don’t wanna hold hands and talk about our little plans, alright!

Reaching out for her once more, Draco was met with yet another of Hermione’s fierce slaps.

Cold hard bitch

“What the hell was that for?” He yelled.

“I’m not some two bit hooker, Malfoy.” She screeched back.

“Look Granger I want you tonight, and I’ll do what ever it takes to see it happen.” Taking her in her arms he placed a brutal kiss on her lips as he apparated them to his bedroom.

Just a kiss on the lips

With a flick of her wrists and a quietly murmured charm, Draco found himself on his knees with the hands bound behind him to his feet.

And I was on my knees

Hermione using her wand once morensfinsfigured a gold bracelet on her wrist into a whip. Stunned by the turn of events, Draco looked up at Hermione. The imposing witch reached down and quickly tore open the front of his shirt sending buttons flying in all directions around the room.

Draco tensed he watched her strike his exposed torso, instantly he felt the whip crack against his firm chest. The next blows struck each of his nipples with pinpoint accuracy and sent intense waves of bother pleasure and pain throughout his body.

Removing only her panties, Hermione straddled his face and ordered him to make her scream. Wasting no time, Draco drove his tongue into her hot wet opening. As she writhed above him he strained his neck alternating between suckling her already swollen nub, and continuing to caress her folds with his tongue. The more she squirmed and moaned above him the faster and harder he worked to lap up every ounce of juice that flowed from her body. His efforts were rewarded after several more trusts of his tongue, her body shook above him, as she cried out his name, “Oh god yes, Draco.” as she was forced to hold on to his bed for support.

With a smile ear to ear she slid down onto him and kissed him. Tasting herself in his mouth, she broke away and licked her lips, enjoying her own sweet taste.

Feeling the bulge pulsating beneath her, Hermione moved out of Draco’s lap, and with nimble fingers, freed his trapped cock.

I’m waiting give me

Draco’s eyes closed as he felt her first suckling each of his balls in turn, before taking him deep in her mouth. Her soft hands massaged his balls, occasionally reaching out to stroking his anus, while her tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock, sending chills through his body. However just as Draco felt his release nearing the pleasure came to a halt and a cold burst of wind met his warm wet manhood.

Standing above him once more, Hermione looked down with a smile and said, “Maybe next time Malfoy, you’ll remember to look and not touch.” With that she apparated away, leaving a bound Draco on the floor unable to satisfy the throbbing erection between his legs.

Cold hard bitch