Anima

Thank you all for your rave reviews. Someone was intrigued with the idea of a duel partnership of submission and domination and I am a slave to others so I've tweaked it a bit.


Chapter 4

Hermione sorted out the bedroom efficiently, boxed items carefully put away and the lights dimmed. She dressed herself thoughtfully, carefully deciding how she would approach this situation. The urge to throw him to the bed and show him exactly what she was capable of was almost overwhelming but she firmly controlled her passion. She wanted him and desperately so now, which is why she must wait.

The rules must be explained thoroughly, and as much as she desired his body, to seduce his mind would make the prize all the more delicious. She knew her lessons well. Her teacher had praised her as an excellent submissive. And everyone knew the better a sub, the more extraordinary the dominant. She grew flushed at her own thoughts. A strict pairing of he as sub and she as dom was almost irresistible...but she was a switch, after all. If he was comfortable, why not both? Fanning herself, envisioning him unleashing a bit of that Malfoy attitude at her, but in a good way. Why not indeed.

No, no, not now. Much too soon. Tonight would be to explain how she expected him to behave and how she would treat him. Respect him. Sexual games would have to wait for that. Well, maybe just a little bit of teasing...don’t want to disappoint him after all.

Choosing a silk nightgown, sighing as it lightly clung to her breasts and the curve of her hips, she lay on her side on the bed and waited. Four minutes and thirty seconds, Draco came out hesitantly with damp hair and a towel around his waist. He actually hadn’t thought to bring pajamas with him, not sure if he’d be needing them or not and glanced at her for guidance.

Smiling softly,” Change for bed, then come lay with me...we need to have a talk...”

His face twisted just a little in disappointment but he dropped his head and did as told and she smirked privately to herself. Such a little boy in him. But that was alright, she wasn’t going to be completely cruel to him. And the tenting she had seen hadn’t escaped her notice. She was going to take care of him after they talked. It actually might help him pay attention if he was reliant on her for pleasure.

And his delicious body had not escaped her notice. Which reminded her and she turned on her hip, pulling out a jar from her night stand. He returned with pajama bottoms on, shirt in hand,” Wait. Come here.” He frowned at her but did as told,” Lay down on your stomach...you won’t need your shirt tonight.”

A shiver coursed up Draco’s spine but he did as told, laying down and tucking his arms under his chin. Smiling, she screwed off the top of the jar and smeared the cream on her hand, rubbing the cool cream into his back. Shivering again,” What are you doing?”

A bit of mischief in her voice,” Healing you.”

Murmuring a soft ‘oh’, he lost himself as a warm feeling spread across his back. Not painful, no it was very relaxing as she worked down from his shoulders to the small of his back. Mumbling happily, he fell into a light doze as any residual pain faded to leave him feeling content and safe. He hadn’t felt this good since...well, ever. He had moments of feeling this happy and content when Pansy would run her finger through his hair on the train ride to school, but that was about the only true
comparison he had.

He roused himself a little, seeing her brown eyes watching him, knelt by the bed and running a gentle hand through his hair again and again,” Awake?” Nodding slightly, yawning and blinking a bit. She smiled,” Awake enough to hear me, or should we talk tomorrow?” He wanted to wake and talk to her, but he had the sinking feeling he was fighting a losing battle. Already he could feel his eyes drooping, sleeping trying desperately to dig it’s claws back in. Giving him a smile,” Oh, I think tomorrow would be best. Good thing I’m on vacation or you’d have to wait until tomorrow night.”

Yawning,” Vacation?”

Nodding solemnly, gracing her fingers along his temple. He closed his eyes and
shivered in pleasure,” Yep. I don’t start University until the autumn. And my parents left me enough to not have to worry about the house or anything.”

Suddenly wide awake. He hadn’t heard anything about her muggles being attacked,” What...what happened to them?”

Smiling sadly, thinking of the turmoil the whole wizarding world had been in. Voldemort had been a force that had torn through the cities, destroying everything he could touch before he was stopped. Pureblood, half blood, mudblood, and muggle alike felt his reign of terror and torture first hand. Not even those loyal to him had been spared once his madness had taken him,” Seventh year happened...”

He frowned and tilted his head,” I’m confused...did the Headmaster give you special permission to attend University early?”

Raising an eyebrow,” No. I’m attending the normal way.” What an odd question. But then he’d seemed just a little out of sorts so maybe he was just a bit confused.

Shaking his head, sitting up a little on his elbows,” You skipped sixth and seventh year.”

Hermione blinked once, something sparking in her mind as odd by that statement. Oh, no. He didn’t know. He didn’t know because he couldn’t remember. Imperio? Obliviate? How? But even that answer came to her. Torture. Sheer and most probably horrible torture. Enough to break the bond of an Anima could destroy part of his memory in one fell swoop. Bastard. She was going to kill Lucius Malfoy in the most foul way possible.

Carefully formulating her words, not wanting to frighten him...or worse, cause him to remember whatever it was that was done to him,” Draco...how long have you been away from Hogwarts?”

He frowned in puzzlement,” I...I haven’t been away.” He looked truly confused,” We were supposed to start sixth year in the autumn.”

I know. I'm horrible but sorry, I like plot.