Heirarchy of Love (Previously Claim for Life)

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Chapter 4

Hermione splashed water in her face, before looking up at her reflection in the mirror. She was in the girl’s bathroom a few hallways away from the library.

‘What the hell did I just do?’

Her hair was mussed, her lips were swollen and the hickey on her neck was the biggest she’d ever seen, and Gods, was it sore. She couldn’t believe she had just snogged Blaise Zabini, one of the Slytherin Sex Gods, and let him bring her to orgasm by his fingers. Maybe this was just a play for her virginity or something, for a bet with Malfoy or something. Everyone in the school knew that Head Girl Know-It-All Hermione Granger was a virgin, Hermione scoffed, but what most people failed to realize was that isn’t like she’s a prude or something, she just didn’t want to just sleep with someone she didn’t feel anything for, and she wasn’t going to lie to herself just to save the feelings of someone else, like Ron. He had finally asked her out at the end of 6th year, and elated she had said yes, but it didn’t last. The more time that they spent together the more Hermione realized that she didn’t like Ron that way. It was hard letting him down, especially since he was so devoted to her, and even now he still has it in his head that they were together, or would get together again soon. When they kissed there were no sparks, no passion. He wasn’t a bad kisser, it just felt wrong to Hermione somehow, and she felt bad since she didn’t know how to explain to Ron went wrong. It was a landmark, Hermione Granger couldn’t explain something, but in the end she finally managed to make her point. Now Blaise, he could kiss.

Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the way her skin still tingled somewhat where Blaise had touched her, she shuddered as she remembered his sexy voice muttering to her, That had to be the sexiest sound she had ever heard in her life. But wait, what did he say to her? What did she say back? The more she tried to think about it the blurrier that part of the memory faded, and the memories of the pleasure that light her body on fire returned. She moaned, startling herself.

She glanced up at her reflection again and groaned, “What am I going to say to Harry and Ron?” Well, she could honestly tell them that she didn’t find anything and that she would look more later. She wouldn’t mention her little tryst with Blaise, not to them, they would only freak out and hunt him down, and as Head Girl she couldn’t allow it. Or that’s what she was trying to convince herself. Deep inside Hermione felt an ache that Blaise had awakened in her body, and she knew that if were to approach her again she would melt just as easily. Maybe there was more to this than just a joke, maybe he didn’t actually care about purity of blood or the likes. Maybe they could actually be lovers….

Hermione shook herself and then looked at her reflection levelly. “I need to keep my head clear, at least until I find out his intentions.” She grimaced at the thought of just being a bet, and she gasped when she realized that she actually cared about him. She stared at her reflection for a few more seconds, shocked, “Is it like? Lust? It can’t be love, it just can’t be.”

She shook herself again and glanced down at her watch. Arithmancy started in 10 minutes, so she pulled out her wand and cast a quick freshening spell on herself and her hair, lips and disheveled clothing went back to normal. Hermione gazed at the hickey, it was almost completely hidden by her shirt collar, but still a bit of the abused skin was visible. She thought back to the book Ginny had given her, it had a spell for covering these, and though she never used it before she remembered the incantation and wand movement. She pulled down her shirt collar and cast the spell, but nothing happened. She tried it again, nothing. She frowned, she must be doing something wrong, she’d have to check the book later. But for now she had to get to class, Ron and Harry had a study period now and then they met up for DADA later, she didn’t have time to go check the spell now but she would pass her dorm on her way to DADA so she could check then, and no one in Arthimancy would be observant enough to notice the mark, except for possibly Blaise and Malfoy.

Hermione looked up at herself again startled, when did she start referring to Blaise by his first name. She groaned again, what had this boy done to her? And more importantly, if she could get more did she care? She knew these were dangerous thoughts, she had to talk to Ginny, and soon! Hermione fixed her collar and tried to pull it up to cover the whole hickey, grabbed her bag and with one final look over to see if anything was out of sorts with her appearance she turned and walked out of the bathroom, only to be practically run over by the youngest Weasley.

“Hermione! There you are!”

“Hi, Ginny, were you looking for me?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, Ron saw that Zabini and Malfoy didn’t show up to lunch, so he was going all berserk saying they must be attacking you somewhere and doing unseemly things, so I volunteered to find you before he went on a rampage. Find anything in the library?” Ginny gushed, and one look at Hermione’s fidgeting form and she knew something was up, “Did something happen?” She asked curiously.

“Can we talk after class? In my dorm? Come up before dinner, the passwords, Destiny Revealed I gave you the directions before. Now we have to get to class, but can I ask you a favour first?” Hermione implored.

“Yeah sure.” Ginny responded as Hermione pulled her into the bathroom.

“Just understand that I will explain everything later in the safety of my own room, but right now I need to get rid of this.” As Hermione spoke, she loosened her tie and pulled down her collar to reveal the monstrous hickey. Ginny gaped.

“Who gave you that?!” She exclaimed.

“I’ll tell you later, could you conceal it for me? I couldn’t get the charm right.” Hermione pleaded.

“Hermione Granger couldn’t get a charm right, and ends up with a mysterious hickey, well this year certainly has had an interesting start.”

“Ginny! Just do it please, we both need to get to class!” Hermione scolded.

Ginny raised her hands in mock defeat, “All right, all right, mighty Head Girl.” Ginny withdrew her wand and pointed it to Hermione’s neck and said the charm, exactly as Hermione had, and nothing happened.

Hermione glared, “Come on, Ginny, stop messing around, that's exactly what I did!”

“I’m not messing around, that is the right charm. Maybe your mystery man put a spell to prevent it being covered.” Ginny theorized, trying to push Hermione to reveal who did this.

“We’ll talk about that possibility later; do you know anything else I can do? If Harry or Ron sees this they’ll never let me go anywhere alone again.” Hermione frowned.

“Don’t overprotective brother types suck?” Ginny laughed before casting another charm on Hermione, “I hope that works, I put a deflector spell on it, only people who know it’s there will be able to focus on it long enough to see what it is.”

Hermione grabbed Ginny in a hug, “Thanks Gin! Now, class, I’ll talk to you before dinner.”

“Rampaging Hippogriffs couldn’t stop me” Ginny grinned and waved as she jogged towards her Transfiguration class.

When Hermione arrived at Arithmancy, she realized she was the last to arrive, and the only seat left was beside none other than the man who accosted her not 15 minutes ago, who was sitting beside a smirking Draco Malfoy. They watched her intently as she made her way across the class room and tentatively sat down beside them. Blaise smiled at her, and Hermione felt her heart jump into her throat. Draco wasn’t looking at them, but he was playing close attention. He wanted nothing more than to jump Hermione now, but he knew he couldn’t. He could, however, see the huge hickey popping out from her shirt collar, and smirked. That should keep the other unworthy sods that tried for her attentions at bay.

Hermione was very flustered. The presence of the tall Slytherin was extremely distracting, and it didn’t help that he had left her in the library wanting more. Right now she wanted nothing to do but jump this gorgeous man. She distracted herself preparing for class to begin, and she quickly started to breathe through her mouth to stop her from smelling his intoxicating cologne. It was an exotic mix of cinnamon, dark chocolate and something spicy that she couldn’t name, but the smell was distinctly Blaise. Blaise looked completely at ease, as if he had never accosted Hermione in the library, a fact that served to annoy Hermione. Why did he get to be so calm about this? Doesn’t he care that I, the girl he just made…cum, she stumbled over the word in her mind, is sitting right beside him, and obviously still turned on…

Hermione froze and quietly moaned to herself, she was still turned on! Gods, this couldn’t be good.

Both Draco and Blaise heard the moan, and both contained moans of their own as they felt their cocks twitch. They could also smell her arousal which wasn’t good.

Then Hermione realized something, Malfoy hadn’t said anything. No insults about her heritage, no snide comments about her appearance. This was most defiantly odd, and just as she opened her mouth to say something Professor Vector entered the room and called for order, though it was an unneeded plea. Blaise and Draco shared a smirking glance as Hermione’s attention was drawn to the teacher.

A few minutes into the class Blaise passed a note to Draco, who gave him a wary look and glanced at Hermione, who was still avidly involved in the lecture, he chuckled to himself and opened the letter under his desk.

Time for you to start your Veela lessons. Draco looked up and caught Blaise’s dark eyes, aflame with mischief. Draco smirked, then returned his attention to the note, Concentrate on Hermione, on her arousal, you can smell it, I know. Apples, lilacs and honey, remember how she tasted in our kiss. Concentrate your arousal on her, she will smell it.

Draco looked up at Hermione, thinking about his instructions from Blaise. He stared at her pouting lips and nearly groaned when she licked her lips before pressing them together, trying to concentrate, trying to ignore him and Blaise. He smirked and inhaled deeply through his nose, Blaise was right, she didn smell of apples, lilacs and honey, and the scent made his mouth water. He would do everything it takes to claim her. He concentrated on her scent, on her proximity, the mark Blaise had left on her neck, the way she squirmed trying to suppress her arousal, on the creamy skin of her legs that she compulsively crossed and uncrossed. He was rock hard.

Hermione wasn’t faring much better. She had forgotten to breathe through her mouth and had taken a deep breath through her nose. The scents she inhaled made her dizzy. There was still Blaise’s cologne, but there was also a new, powerful smell that assaulted her senses, a sensual mix of vanilla, mint and hazelnut. Hermione let down her guard as she reveled in the scent and how well it mixed with Blaise’s. She didn’t even stop to think of where the smell came from, flashes of her dream returned to her head but instead of pushing them away she allowed herself to relapse into the memory.

Blaise watched her carefully as Draco released his pheromones, and inhaled them deeply, and allowing his erection to grow, and press against his pants. Blaise briefly wondered if they would even need to send the laced chocolates at the end of the week, she was responding beautifully to them without. Maybe there was another potion that would be more, beneficial in that book he got from the library, and then there was the book he planted in Hermione’s bag. He put a charm on it so she would ignore it for the first few days so she wouldn’t be able to directly link its appearance with him. Blaise looked over at Draco who was still gazing at Hermione and transferring his arousal to her. He was surprised that she hadn’t looked up at them, but he guessed she was trying so hard to deny what she was feeling. Silly girl, she’d so learn to relish the feelings they invoked in her, any time, any where. He smirked at the thought.

Hermione was starting to go crazy; she was staring at the clock, waiting for class to be over so she could get away from the wonderful smells assaulting her mind, and causing her body to betray her. Her panties were soaked again, her clit swollen and demanding attention. Hermione really wished she had a study period next, or that she could skip the class so she could retreat to her room and take care of her problem, she softly groaned remembering that Ginny would be at the room as soon as the bell rang signaling the end of the school day. How on Earth was she going to make it to then?

Blaise surveyed the situation for another few minutes before scrawling another quick note and passing it to Draco.

That’s enough. Well done Draco, you’re learning quickly.

Draco read the note and looked slightly downcast that he couldn’t continue to fluster the Head Girl; he toned down his pheromones but didn’t stop them completely until Blaise sent him a warning glare.

The rest of the class passed normally, Hermione was able to concentrate again, and snuck looks at both Blaise and Draco, only to see them paying avid attention to the Professor, and looking completely at ease. She admired them for a bit, their contradictory looks and personalities, that none-the-less made them the sexiest men in the school. And then there were the permanent confident smirks plastered across their faces, their beautiful faces with their beautiful eyes that she could just lose herself in…

After about a minute Hermione realized again who she was staring dreamily at and shook her head, turning back to the front of the room. Blaise and Draco share another look, amusement dancing in both of their eyes.

When class ended, Blaise made sure to casually brush up against Hermione, letting their skin touch. He smirked as she stilled, closed her eyes and quietly moaned at the contact. When she opened her eyes again she was looking directly at him.

“See you later, Hermione” He purred and winked at her before turning around and gliding out of the room. Draco gave her a knowing smirk that only served to confuse her, before he followed the dark boy out of the room.

Hermione glanced around, and then when she was satisfied that no one had paid any attention to the interaction she bolted from the room to meet up with Harry and Ron before DADA.

Blaise and Draco watched her leave from the shadow of a coat of armor in the hall. When she was gone Blaise pushed Draco up against the wall, making sure no one could see them. He crashed his lips into Draco’s, hungrily feasting on the other boy’s mouth.

After a few minutes of passionate snogging that left neither of them satisfied Blaise pulled away.

“Great job, Draco, she may be ours sooner that I had hoped.” Blaise muttered.

“Love, she’s dealing with two of the sexiest wizards in the world, she didn’t stand a chance.” Draco replied, cockily.

“Well that’s a change in tune from the elitist Pureblood son of Lucius Malfoy.” Blaise said as he nipped at Draco’s neck, “Come on, lets get to class, I don’t want Weasley thinking he can slobber all over her, and I really want to see his reaction to my mark.” Blaise smirked.

Draco returned the smirk, and righted himself. “Weasel never had a chance with her, and he was the only one who didn’t realize it.”

“Still, I don’t want any other men touching our mate.” Blaise growled, and wisely Draco merely nodded, before strutting past Blaise and making his way towards the DADA classroom, Blaise following a few steps after.

Hermione met up with Harry and Ron outside the DADA classroom, and before she had a chance to say anything Ron was raving.

“Did Malfoy and Zabini do anything to do during lunch? They weren’t in the Great Hall, and I know those two creeps are up to no good, they are always up to no good. Maybe you shouldn’t go off alone anymore, there’s not telling what those immoral bastards could do to you. Did Ginny find you, I sent her to make sure you were safe”

“Ron!” Hermione cut him off, “I am perfectly able to handle my own affairs, and I am more than capable of handling those two pricks, I am not a little girl and I don’t have to answer to you, nor do I need you sending people after me to make sure I am ok! Ginny did find me, and there was nothing wrong, now please Ronald, drop it.”

Ron looked crestfallen, and then angry, but before he could launch into another tirade Harry cut him off, “Hermione’s right Ron, cut it out” He said before motioning for them for follow him into the classroom, where they waited for the new teacher, Professor Weatherby, “Did you find anything in the library, ‘Mione?” Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head not trusting her voice. She looked around the classroom and noticed that Malfoy and Zabini weren’t there yet. Odd, they left before her. Hermione didn’t know why but she felt sad that they weren’t there. When they did enter they both shot her looks that had her forcing to hold down a blush, while Ron and Harry glared at them. They merely smirked and sat down on the other side of the room, seemingly aloof, but carefully observing the Golden Trio, who once again had Hermione sitting in between her black and red haired bodyguards.

The Slytherins shared a glance, obviously St. Potter and the witless wonder hadn’t noticed the mark yet, maybe they’d be lucky enough to witness that scene. They turned back to the Gryffindors and shot the boys dirty looks before turning an appraising gaze on the Head Girl, letting their eyes focus on the hickey. Unfortunately Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron to ignore them and look the other way and they never picked up on the not to subtle leer at her hickey.

The rest of the lesson passed without much further ado. There were assigned a three foot essay on the difference Dark Creatures and Light Creatures which caused everyone but Hermione to groan. When the class finished Hermione was the first person to leave the room, Ron and Harry following close behind, with Blaise and Draco watching stealthily from a distance.

“Hey ‘Mione, want to come up to the common room and hang out, and then we can all go down to dinner together?” Ron asked.

“Actually, Ron, I have to meet Ginny, she wanted to talk to me about something. I will come up to the common room after dinner, ok?” Hermione wanted to get away from there now; she could still faintly smell the scents that sent her senses soaring in Arithmancy.

Ron frowned slightly, but after Harry quickly jabbed him with his elbow he put on an understanding smile and said, “Well, alright, but if my sister is up to something you think I should know you had better tell me, ok?”

Hermione nodded briefly, “Yeah, sure. Well, see you guys at dinner.” And with that she took off down the hall towards her private room.

“Come on Ron, let’s go put together a Quiddich schedule.” Harry began walking towards Gryffindor Tower.

“Are you sure that Hermione is going to be ok, Harry. Just think of what those bastards could do to her!” Ron pushed.

Harry sighed, “Ron, Hermione is capable of handling a lot more than you, and that’s no insult to you, ok. Just trust her, if she needs our help or wants to talk she will. You should know better to think that we can get Hermione to do anything that she didn’t want to do, or that anyone else could for that matter. No, Hermione knows what she’s doing. I trust her.”

Ron looked petulant, but he acquiesced reluctantly and began to follow Harry towards the Common Room.

Draco and Blaise watched them walk away; Blaise appraised the situation, “So it looks like Potter won’t be a problem unless Hermione complains, which by the time she gets around to it she won’t want to anymore, and Weasley’s threat is negligible. Things are progressing nicely.”

“So what now? Do we find a way to eavesdrop on Granger and Weaselette?” Draco asked, looking in the direction Hermione took off in.

Blaise shook his head, “No, we have some private business to attend to. Follow me.” And then without a second glance at Draco, Blaise started striding in the opposite direction of Hermione, to the 6th floor. Draco followed, confused.

Blaise lead Draco to the Room of Requirement, and after walking back and forth in front of the wall three times a door appeared. Blaise looked around to inspect the hallway, to make sure no one saw them, before grabbing Draco’s arm and pulling him into the room.

Draco examined the room as Blaise shut the door behind them and warded the entrance. The room was large, with the walls and ceiling being made of a dark, reddish stained wood. The room was lighted by candles and torches, and in the center of the room was a black curtained 4 poster bed with its curtains pulled back revealing the black satin sheets and shining chains that covered the mattress. Draco gulped and continued his visual perusal of the room. The wall to his right held an assortment of whips, chains, cuffs, and ropes. Draco’s eyes lingered on the hand cuffs and whips for a moment before turning his head to examine the left wall, it held shelves covered in dildos, butt plugs, and assorted bondage gear, including clothing such as corsets, and a full bondage mask, and an assortment of bondage collars. Draco’s cock hardened at the thought of Hermione wearing one of the black leather corsets, with a collar around her neck, on her knees in front of him, begging him to fuck her. Lust had clouded his eyes when he looked at Blaise, whose fierce gaze was fueled with unrestrained passion. He stepped up to Draco and grabbed his neck and pulled him towards him brutally, mashing their mouths together in mutual lust and need. Blaise pulled Draco’s robe off, and pulled off his tie. He then took a hold on Draco’s tailored shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. Draco gasped at Blaise’s display. Blaise kept their lips as locked as he could as he continued to undress Draco, but slapping the other boy’s hands away if he tried to undress Blaise.

When Draco was down to his boxers he tried once again to get Blaise out of his robes. Blaise grabbed his hands and held them tight, pulling his mouth from Draco’s and kissing his away along his jaw line to nibble on his ear, and whisper, “You’ll get your chance to undress me soon enough, lover, but for now, I am going to have my fun. Behave.” With that Blaise bit Draco’s ear lobe before starting to kiss and lick it, soothing away the pain as he pulled Draco’s boxers off to reveal Draco’s straining 9 inches which stood at complete attention, pre-cum pearling at the blunt tip. Blaise began pushing Draco back towards the bed as he caressed Draco’s cock with one hand before reaching down further to cup his balls. Soon Draco found the back of his legs brushing up against the cool satin of the bed and before he could do anything Blaise pushed him on to the bed and the chains jumped to life, attaching themselves to Draco’s limbs and pulling him so that he lay spread eagle on the bed, as Blaise smiled on, lust distorting his face into an almost unrecognizable person. But it was Blaise, and Draco whimpered as he thought about his mate taking him there on the bed, while he was chained and unable to move, he unconsciously thrust out his hips slightly and Blaise chuckled.

“Eager, love?” Blaise approached the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving Draco’s. He leaned down and across the bed, letting his face hover above Draco’s.

Draco moaned in need again, letting Blaise’s name slip past his lips. Blaise pulled back slightly, frowning, “Tsk, tsk love, what did we talk about before?” Blaise asked, and Draco moaned, remembering and tried to correct his error in a move that shocked himself, “I’m sorry, Master.” He couldn’t believe he had apologized, but he knew he had to, and if Blaise wasn’t satisfied he would apologize again. But Blaise didn’t want just apologies; he wanted Draco to remember his lesson this time.

“Too late, Malfoy. But since this is your first punishment I will go easy on you.” With that Blaise pulled away from Draco and walked over to the first wall Draco examine and picked out a small whip with three lashes. He inspected if for a few moments, before looking up at Draco who was watching him with panic clearly written on his face. Blaise waived his hand in Draco’s direction and the chains binding Draco began to move, flipping him over on to his back. New chains sprung up and latched on to him around his waist, pulling his ass up in the air while the rest of his body was being pulled into the mattress. Draco moved his head from side to side, trying to get a glimpse of Blaise once the chains settled, but he was out of Draco’s line of vision. Draco felt the bed dip near the foot of the bed, not too far away from where his ass was raised on the bed. A Quiddich calloused hand reached out to caress the pale boy’s ass, causing him to jump. “Calm down love, remember to be good and this won’t happened often, unless you want it, now I am going to give you 10 lashes, be a good boy and count them out and try not to scream, there are silencing charms up but I’d rather you not hurt both of our ears, they are much more sensitive than the used to be.” Blaise nipped at Draco’s ass and gave it one more appreciative squeeze before moving himself off the bed and moving around to the foot.

He gazed at Draco for a few moments; the blonde was tense, trembling slightly, as to be expected. His fine, platinum hair was spread out and almost appeared to be glowing on top of the black sheets. Blaise’s eyes moved his eyes down to the pale expanses of unblemished skin on Draco’s back, his firm muscles clearly visible under the pale skin that contrasted so nicely with the black underneath him. Blaise spent the most time devouring the sight of Draco’s pale and taught ass raised in the air and awaiting the touch of the whip. His ass cheeks were spread slightly and Blaise could see the tiny rosebud that he had deflowered the night before. Blaise felt himself harden, when this punishment was over then pleasure would become the only thing occupying both their minds until they were satisfied. Blaise could see Draco’s balls and throbbing erection hanging between his legs, and then he also noticed how Draco’s ‘trembling’ was actually him moving slightly, trying to create friction by rubbing his cock slightly on his stomach. Blaise chuckled to himself before raising his arm, smirking.

“Ready, love?” He asks in a deceptively cool voice, Draco merely whimpered. Blaise’s gaze hardened, his smirk gone, “Answer me!” He commanded.

Draco whimpered again before responding, “I’m ready, Master.”

Blaise raised one corner of his lips back into a smirk, “Good.” Then without further ado he be brought the small whip down on Draco’s ass hard.

“One!” Draco cried out, causing Blaise to smile, before striking the blonde again.

“Two!” Blaise struck Draco three times in quick succession; Draco called out the numbers, nearly faltering. Blaise paused for a moment to admire the angry red welts that had appeared on Draco’s ass.

“You’re doing great love, five more to go, keep counting.” Blaise cooed before whipping Draco twice more.

“Six! Seven!” Draco gasped into the sheets.

“Almost there love.” Blaise brought the whip down.

“Eight!”

“Are you going to forget your place again love?” SMACK!

“Nine! No, Master, I will remember” Draco struggled to say,

“Good boy.” And Blaise brought the whip down one last time, and tossed it to the ground when he heard Draco’s relieved “Ten!”

Blaise waved his hand and the chains holding up Draco all disappeared. The pale boy relaxed and lay on the bed unmoving as Blaise approached him. Blaise removed his school robe and placed it on a chair beside the bed. He kneeled on the bed, causing Draco to jerk his head around to look at Blaise, his gaze wary.

Blaise merely smiled, “It’s time for me to soothe your pains, lover, relax.” He cooed, projecting comfort towards the abused blonde. Blaise reached out and gently caressed the red lash marks that covered his skin. Draco jerked slightly at the contact. Blaise opened up his Veela magic and began to pour energy into Draco. He lowered his head and began licking the sores. Pleasure lashed through Draco’s body, along with the residual pain of the whipping. He moaned as Blaise continued his ministrations. Blaise licked, kissed and caressed every mark he had left on Draco’s ass before he pulled back once again to admire his handiwork. The marks were still there but the worst of the pain and damage had been healed by the magic Blaise let loose.

He pulled back from Draco’s ass. “Turn over Draco.” He commanded.

Tentatively Draco obey, obviously expected great pain at putting pressure on the new marks. He was pleasantly surprised to find his ass only slightly tender, as he turned to face Blaise, who sat on the bed looking at him calmly. Draco gave him a confused look, but before he could ask the question Blaise answered it.

“One of the things a Veela can do for his or her mate is heal minor injuries, as I have just demonstrated. Did you think I would harm you in a way I couldn’t fix for the most part?” Blaise asked, imperiously, Draco just shook his head, and Blaise smiled, “I think the best way to teach you watch you can do is to demonstrate, don’t you agree?”

Draco met Blaise’s eyes and slowly nodded.

“Then let the training begin!” Blaise exclaimed triumphantly, “But first, a reward for the good you've done today.” Blaise’s hand trailed down Draco’s stomach, and fastened around his cock, squeezing and pulling and pumping it rough and skillfully, bringing Draco off in mere minutes. Blaise leaned down and gave Draco a hungry kiss before standing up and stepping away from the bed once again. “First lesson, wandless magic. Draco, I want you to undress me without touching me, or damaging any of my clothing. One piece at a time. Begin.”