Broomsticks and Bondage

Chapter Four

“All right shut up Flint. Until a Professor steps up to teach this class I will be running the show.”

“What else is new,” Flint said punching Blaise in the arm and laughing like an idiot.

“Alright so we all took this class to get outside for part of the day and to fuck off right? I mean there isn’t actually anyone here that doesn’t know how to fly, right? Just in case we are being watched by Saint Potter and the others we better make it look good. Everyone just fly on their brooms wherever you want, just don’t go down to the quidditch pitch because Madame Hooch is teaching a class down there right now. That’s all. Have fun. Now piss off.”

All the Slytherins, six Ravenclaws, three Hufflepuffs and Neville Longbottom. Oh, and Hermione of course made up Flying 101 class.

“Hi Hermione. How have you been? Not many Gryffindors in this class is there.”

“Pleasure to see you Neville. Yes, I was just noticing the same thing. I guess nobody told either of us that this was not a popular class with the Gryffindors.”

Hermione and Neville stood alone on the grounds by the lake. Hermione would glance at her broom as if it were a venomous snake in the grass that might actually jump up and bite her. She hated her broom. She hated everything there was to hate about flying. She desperately needed help.

“Do you want to go for a ride Hermione? It’s such a nice day and I’d love to fly by the herbology greenhouse and take a look at how my plants are doing. I planted some trees there and I’m interested to see if they made it through the dry summer months.”

“You go ahead Neville. Maybe we will see each other at dinner with the rest of the Gryffindors.”

Even Neville could fly. Hermione plopped down on her arse in the grass by the lake, her worthless broomstick keeping her company. A few minutes rolled by, Hermione content by the lake, her face turned to the autumn sun as she remembered the satisfying sensations she had felt with Draco in the Slytherin common room. Who would ever guess that Draco Malfoy could have prompted such a response from Hermione. He was cold and heartless, selfish and controlling. He was interesting.

Without warning a figure on a broom dropped on Hermione landing next to her and dismounting. She shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand and squinted to see who it was.

“I told you to fly around. Why are you sitting here on the ground?” It was Draco Malfoy yet again. How was it that she had to persistently bump into the ferret boy.

“Oh please. You said do whatever you want.”

“Yeah but I said to fly wherever you want. Get up.”

“Why should I?”

“Because we are going for a ride. Now Granger.”

“I think you are letting this position go to your head.”

“Which position is that?”

“Touché. Which exactly.” Hermione was of course referring to what she had seen last night in the Slytherin common room and not his role as substitute teacher. The Game as the Slytherin boys called it.

“Yeah I saw you staring longingly from the loft last night. You aren’t fooling anyone.”

“Ridiculous.”

“So you weren’t watching me?”

“If I happened to see the sick and twisted game you were playing it was only because you were being so loud that I got up to see what all the commotion was about.”

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

“I saw the way you looked at me. You wanted it. Oh, I don’t expect you to admit it to me so just close your mouth. Get up.”

Hermione truly didn’t want to argue about what she had overseen. The truth was she had been interested but only because it was so weird and wrong on so many levels that she couldn’t look away. Draco’s arm was suddenly yanking her to her feet.

“Call your broom to you.”

Look the truth is I can’t. I never really learned how to fly.

“I know. That’s why I’m going to teach you.” Hermione cast him a questioning glare upon his offer to teach her how to fly. “I am getting paid to do that, though I didn’t really expect to actually have to do any work.”

“Well I suppose in that case I should take you up on your offer.”

“Hahahaha was that a joke? Call your broom.”

Hermione tried in vain to make the broom come to her. Just like in her first year her broom would bounce on the ground then fall weakly to the ground still.

“I think something’s wrong with my broom.”

“Good grief Granger. There is nothing wrong with your broom, though it is a piece of shit honestly. The problem lies in you. You don’t control it.”

“Oh well I’m sure you don’t have a problem with that.!”

“Alright Granger say what it is you are just dying to say. Get it out and then we might actually fucking accomplish something here today.”

Hermione thought about it and then unleashed. She felt angry at Malfoy though she wasn’t sure why. It was as if the nicer he was to her the angrier she got and she didn’t know why. While it was shocking what she saw from the loft in the common room and repulsive and degrading it wasn’t really surprising. She knew Draco Malfoy was capable of such atrocities. So why was it bothering her so much?

“What about what you did to that girl Malfoy? How do you think she felt last night?”

“What was it that you said earlier in the dungeon? Vibrant? Almost powerful? That’s how that girl felt last night, just like you did this morning. And THAT GIRL has a name.”

“Yeah what is it?” Hermione shot back.

“I can’t remember but I knew it last night!”

“See! You talk a good talk Malfoy but you will always be nothing but a liar.”

This seemed to bruise Draco’s ego somewhat. Being called out like that surely didn’t jive well with his perception of himself. He ran a hand through his hair as if thinking about something.

“Your wrong and I’ll prove it. Get on my broom.”

“Get on your broom? Why not my broom?”

“Cause your broom is a piece of shit I told you that. What I want to do requires a decent broom. Now get on.”

Hermione reluctantly moved to get on Draco’s broom that was still hovering three feet off the ground. She went to it, straightened her skirt and sat down on it sidesaddle.

“What are you doing? Put the stick between your legs.”

“I can’t. I’m wearing a skirt.”

“Do you want to learn to fly or not? Get on the fucking broom Hermione.” Had she just heard him right? Had he just called her by her actual name? Of course, he used four letter expletives before it but still. This was worthy of the Daily Prophet, news like this. She hiked her skirt up as Draco rolled his eyes pretending not to notice or care. And then she got on the broom.

Draco swung his leg over the broomstick sitting behind her. He gripped her arms tightly and threw them over his neck then he grabbed the broomstick under Hermione and pulled it up hard. They took off from the ground and shot into the air.

“Why are my arms like this? I’m not holding on and I’m really scared.”

“Clasp your fingers behind my neck. I won’t let you fall.” Draco took them over the Forbidden Forrest at this. She could barely see Hogwarts anymore they had flown so far. She closed her eyes tightly each time they would careen close to the tree line. Draco had one hand on the broom between Hermione’s legs and the other on her bare thigh. Suddenly the wind shifted and Hermione felt the wind catch the broom underneath them. She let go of her hands around Draco’s neck and clutched onto his chest tightly closing her eyes and burying her head into his neck. For a moment and only a moment she felt a comforting arm around her squeezing her tightly against him as he took the broom down to a lower altitude. Then he let go and ordered Hermione to return to the previous position. She did as he asked against her better judgment.

“Close your eyes.” He said and Hermione refused. He took them back up higher at that and Hermione finally relented and closed her eyes.

“Alright they are closed please take me back down!” Suddenly the broom handle was grinding into her groin. The repetitive motion of the broom sliding against her now moist pussy made her temporarily forget that she wasn’t holding the broom but Draco’s neck and that she was flying high with her eyes closed.

“What are you doing? Ahhh..” Hermione moaned completely unaware anymore that she was soaring hundreds of meters in the sky with her worst enemy now rubbing her clit with his spare hand as they flew over the lake and woods. She started to move a hand down, intent on removing his fingers that had now slipped underneath her panties and were rubbing her most private of places, but he threw her arm back to his neck and lost in the moment Hermione allowed the act to continue. After minutes of this Hermione was so wet she knew she was close to feeling something she had never felt with a man, something she had dreamt about. Her whole body rocketed forward as Draco moved her arms to the broom.

“You fly now.”

“No I can’t,” Hermione groaned lightheaded and on the verge of having a mind blowing orgasm. Her hands were grasping the broom lightly as if still afraid to touch it.

“Hold it tight like you would if you were stroking my big cock.” Hermione grabbed onto the broom tightly taking the broom shaft in her hands tightly like she owned it now. The thought of her hands on Draco’s cock rubbing it, stroking it watching and feeling it grow in her hand sent her soaring. Draco;s fingers were rubbing her clit quickly now and his mouth was on her neck, nibbling on her skin,biting her neck,sucking it roughly in his mouth. She could feel his hard on pressed hard against the small of her back and suddenly a wave of euphoria overtook Hermione. Eyes face forward at the treeline her orgasm reached frenzied heights and suddenly a gush of wetness engulfed Draco;s hand and Hermione eyelids fluttered open and closed. When she opened them again they were careening into the woods near the lake. Draco pulled up hard on the broom and they landed roughly at the last second before smashing into the whomping willow.

Hermione dismounted Draco’s broom and spared no time in adjusting her panties and skirt. She then turned around and looked at the face of her enemy Draco Malfoy, pulled back and cold cocked him hard in the face.