Broomsticks and Bondage

Chapter Five

“What the fuck was that for?” Draco reared at Hermione. He pulled his hand back ready to strike her down in backhanded fashion but something made him retreat.

“Why did you do that to me?” Hermione shouted.

“Do what? Teach you to fly or get you off?”

“You know what I mean!” Hermione’s head was so confused. Here she was still tingling from the mind-blowing orgasm she just had literally had at the hands of Draco Malfoy the boy who had tormented her for years and yet she wanted to hex him. How dare he take such liberties like he did when she was in a position she could not control. But she did have control. For the first time in her life she controlled a broomstick. Not just any broomstick either, a state of the art Firebolt that professional Quidditch players used. She,Hermione Granger the girl that doesn’t fly had just successfully flown a Firebolt. Her face relaxed somewhat at this thought.

“Nobody knows about this, EVER! You got that?”

“You hit me! How dare you fucking hit me you filthy little mudblood. I teach you to fly and get you off, allover my hand by the way, and you fucking repay me by hitting me?”

“Did you think I wanted you to do that? Is that it? You think every woman is just dying to sleep with you?”

“Yes! I know they are. I could be fucking three girls right now if I wanted to be but no, I come here to help the poor lost Gryffindor girl who can’t fly. Tell me how it felt flying a broom for the first time? “

“It felt …”

“Yes? I’m listening, though I can barely hear out of one of my ears because of the ringing. Do tell me how it felt Granger ‘cause I’m just dying to know,” Draco yelled at Hermione.

“I felt charged. Electrified. I’m sorry I hit you. You taught me to fly. But never do what you did to me again!”

“That’s better. I won’t have to because you will ask me to.”

“I won’t.”

“Yes you will. By tonight you will ask me. Class is over. Leave.”

“Just like that huh?”

“Just like that,” Draco said walking away from Hermione. “I want to make one thing perfectly clear to you. You hit me again like that and my hand flies.”

Thank god, it was Hermione’s lunch break. She was hard pressed to find Ginny. She needed to be around friends. Ever since she had arrived at the former Hogwarts she had spent nearly all of her time with Draco Malfoy and the Slytherins. She would have lunch with Ginny and then she would go to see Harry in the Headmasters office in order to get her sleeping arrangement switched. Once that was done she would never have to see Draco Malfoy. Malfoy and his cocky demeanor. His suave smooth moves. His expensive cologne and his warm hands rubbing her as he told her what to do. He was history.

Lunch was uneventful. Hermione ran into Ginny only briefly in the Great Hall. She was on the arm of the Mandrake Farming Professor. He was going to show her his crop of mandrake during lunch. Ginny winked signaling Hermione that it wasn’t really just a learning excursion to the greenhouse. He looked like Ginny’s type. Dark hair, glasses and short. No doubt Professor Hottie Mandrake had other things on his mind besides freaky little mandrake plants. Knowing Ginny she was up for anything. Hermione smiled and waved and Ginny asked her to meet her outside the Gryffindor common room at 8 o’clock.

Hermione made her way to the spiral staircase that led to Dumbledore’s old office. When she realized she didn’t know the password she turned to leave.

“Oh well, guess I’ll have to spend another night in Slytherin.” Hermione said weakly. She could have searched the school for Harry, asked a teacher for the password. She could have done something but she didn’t because she actually missed Draco. She missed that slimy ferret and his electrifying touch and that just made her all the more angry at him.

“’Mione is that you?” Hermione spun on her heels to see Harry Potter exiting the spiral staircase.

“Harry! So good to see you.”

“Been shooting some muggle golf Hermione?”

“What on earth Harry?

“The mark on your neck. ‘Bout the size of a golfball.” Harry winked and Hermione dropped her head, turning a rosy shade of crimson. That damn Draco Malfoy had left a hickey on Hermione’s neck and she had been walking around the grounds for an hour without any clue. How many other people had seen it, Hermione worried.

“Oh that. Yeah I burned myself with the muggle curling iron this morning.” Hermione said and Harry frowned.

“I figured you and Ron …you know…before you left.”

“Yeah it was Ron you caught us. Well I best be going, have another class in a few minutes.”

“No you don’t. Surprise party in about, oh, five minutes or so,” Harry said looking at his watch. Harry looked so different these days. With the Headmaster’s robes on he looked to be ten years older and he acted older too. No wonder he and Ginny weren’t able to patch things up. Ginny was living the wild days while Harry was walking the line. Hermione figured Harry needed the stability after all that he had been through with the war and losing Sirius and so many others. He had earned the right to be boring.

“Be my date tonight at the dance? You know as friends?”

“Well I was supposed to meet Ginny.” At the mere mention of Ginny Harry cringed.

“I’m sure wherever Ginny is she will be at the party. Everyone will. Come on it’ll be fun.”

“Alright. I think I will, it sounds like fun! Let me go change real quick and I will meet you in the Great Hall.” Hermione left Harry and raced to the dungeon. Why hadn’t she asked Harry about switching back to the Gryffindor common room? She would have to think about that one later.

When she arrived in the Slytherin common room she hurriedly rummaged through her trunk. The less time she had to spend in the dungeon the better, besides the place still made her feel extremely nervous yet excited in the same breath. She gazed in the mirror on the wall and gasped when she saw the size of the enormous lovebite Draco had left on her neck. She threw the sexy red dress with the spaghetti straps and slit up the side back into her trunk and put on the only dress she had with a high neckline. It was a dress she had worn to her muggle friends wedding and had forgotten to take out of her trunk. It was purple and hideous with long sleeves and a lacey collar that went all the way up her neck. She pinned her hair in a loose bun on top of her head just adding to complete picture. If someone had taken a picture of her their camera would have broke and Hermione knew it but it gave her a secure feeling that Draco would not be pestering her on this night. She hadn’t forgotten how he had said that she would ask him for sexual favors. Malfoy was dead wrong and sexy as hell.

“Get out of my head!” Hermione said aloud as she looked at the love bite again. A reflection of a girl in the mirror standing behind her told Hermione that she shouldn’t have said that.

“He marked you. Now nobody can touch you.”

“I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Oh shut up you prissy little hussy. The giant hickey on your neck. That’s Draco’s mark.” Pansy said and Hermione stepped back feeling sick to her stomach.

“What? Did you think you were the only one?” Pansy was cackling again. Hermione suddenly felt cheap. “He has a whole fucking harem and that’s because he’s the best. I’m with Blaise now but I had the mark too once upon a time. If I have my way I will have it again. Soon as he gets tired of playing with you.”

“Revolting.”

“Hot. And you know it little Gryffindor goody two shoes. Has he boned you yet or is that coming tonight? He’s a big boy. Better use this.” Pansy tossed a tube of lubrication at Hermione. Hermione turned around to face Pansy, reaching for the lube and dropping it into her trunk.

“I don’t know what you are talking about Pansy so why don’t you just fuck off.”

“Ohhhhh, big words from the brightest witch of her age. Did you have to go school to learn those words?”

“Excuse me. I have a date with Harry Potter!”

“It won’t last. If Draco marked you then you are his.”

“Doesn’t it bother you to be treated like a pet poodle? I mean don’t you want any respect from Blaise?”

“Do you fuck to get respect? You are nothing but a tease. Just a worthless mudblood tease.”

Hermione pushed past Pansy. Her anger at Draco was boiling over. The nerve. The unmitigated gall to mark a person like a dog pissing on the fire hydrant. Is that what Hermione had become? Draco’s property. Obviously the Slytherins thought so.

“Where you going the party’s here?” Pansy laughed.

On the way to the Great Hall Hermione tried, wand in hand, to get rid of the mark Draco had branded her with. The collar on the her dress was too tight and she was yanking it to the side and cursing under her breath when she saw Draco standing against the wall outside the Great Hall. With one finger holding his coat behind him and one slightly bent knee slouching against the wall he looked striking. Hermione gazed into his cold hard eyes and gulped. Without a seconds thought she twirled on her feet and hurried away in the opposite direction. She heard his footsteps behind her and then she was being jerked into an empty classroom.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

“Do you like it?” Hermione lifted her chin to look in Draco’s eyes more properly. He was so tall and it really took away her power and ability to control the situation each time she was forced into a romantic interlude.

“No. It looks awful. Go back and put the red dress on.”

“Don’t tell me what to wear and take your grubby mitts off me. Are you going through my things now? I have a date with Harry Potter tonight!”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me? Is that what you think we are doing here? Dating?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“I’m just a dirty little mudblood. Too beneath you to date yet you would fuck me, wouldn’t you?”

“Are you asking me to?”

“Get lost. Don’t you ever mark me as your property again. I wouldn’t make love to you if you were the last wizard alive. I’d screw Voldemort before I screwed you!”

“Making love isn’t what we would be doing?”

“Eeeccckk I can’t believe I let you touch me.”

Hermione shrugged him off and stomped her way into the Great Hall.

“Hermione.” Harry said smiling at Hermione as she made her entrance.

“What!”

“I was just going to say that you look…beau..ti…ful tonight.” Harry couldn’t even get the words out without sounding like a complete liar. She looked hideous.

Everyone was there. The Great Hall was packed and Hermione was finally beginning to calm down from her spat with Pansy and Draco earlier in the evening. Ginny was with her and was naturally ogling Professor Gross Mandrake and looked the complete fool as he ignored her glances, ruffling his collar, clearly nervous and wishing he hadn’t boffed Ginny in the greenhouse. Harry had pretty much ignored Hermione all night. He was busy schmoozing with the other teachers and brass.

“Do you think he’s married Hermione?”

“Who?” Hermione couldn’t stop thinking about Malfoy and his cutting words.

“Who? Hermione where are you! You’ve been somewhere else all night.”

“Look at him. He has his hand up her shirt right now on the dance floor and nobody is doing anything. He gets away with everything!” Hermione spotted Draco on the dance floor with the nameless, faceless, petite blonde. They were dancing in close proximity to each other, her back turned to him and her arms wrapped around Draco’s neck above her as his fingers traced her nipples underneath her strapless mini dress.

“Who? Malfoy? Hermione it’s just Malfoy. Big news that he gets away with everything. He’s been getting away with everything his whole life. What’s going on? Spill it now?” The song ended and Draco ditched the blonde. Hermione was watching intensely, her anger about to erupt like Vesuvius. She could feel her face turning red and her ears starting to burn. She turned quickly towards Ginny when she noticed Draco walking straight at her.

“Simone.”

“Go screw her already!” Hermione yelled at Draco as he suavely left the dance floor and the Great Hall.

“O….k…. what was that all about? Oh my God you are fucking Malfoy?!”

“I’m not fucking him.”

“Like hell your not. That was a lovers spat I just witnessed wasn’t it?”

Hermione pulled her dress to reveal the mark Draco had left on her after their broom ride.

“Apparently I have been branded.”

“Okay we need to go somewhere to talk, NOW!” Ginny and Hermione retreated to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione had figured out that if she rode piggyback on Ginny’s back she could enter into the common room.

To say that Ginny was flabbergasted to find out what Hermione had witnessed in the Slytherin common room was putting it mildly. It’s all Ginny could talk about since Hermione spilled the beans.

“Let’s go Hermione. Come on you can put something of mine on and we will go. That’s where the real party is, not with these nice Gryffindor boys. I want to take a walk on the wildside. Come on it’ll be a trip!”

“You have no idea what you are saying Ginny. Didn’t you listen when I told you what I saw and what Malfoy did to me on the broom and in the dungeon?”

“If you don’t want him can I have him?”

“Ginny!”

“Let’s go. Come onnnnnnnn it sounds so exciting and fun.”

“Alright, but I’m not staying and neither of us are going to be participating. Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah, sure.”

The two girls giggled and laughed as they prepared for their big night with the Slytherins. Hermione and Ginny both looked the part. Ginny was quite gifted at design with a wand. NO doubt more of a necessity then a natural born talent as it wasn;t news to anyone that the Weasely’s weren;t exactly rich in galleons, though George and Ron were doing quite well these days, so well Ron would not be attending DPU.

Ginny could turn a drab dress into a sexy gown or as it happened, a black wool skirt into a leather mini. By the time they were done getting ready, laughing and giggling the entire time like two schoolgirls again, the memory of the war and the deaths temporarily forgotten, they looked like they fit right in at Slytherin. There was no way they could have known what would happen. No way they could have predicted that if a sheep walks into the lions den that the sheep might not make it out unscathed.

“Domination.” Ginny jumped on Hermione’s back and Hermione stumbled through the portal, her ankles shaky in the spiked heel stilettos she wore.

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