Sweet Justice

***Again, if you want to know what Draco's little secret is, read my one-shot How Bizarre. If you want it to remain secret, don't. -^_^- I'm taking some fans suggestions and putting them into this chapter. Reviews help move the story along quicker people!!!

The fans gave me lemons so...

Chapter 6

If he was testing the waters, they would be boiling. Any other point in time in his life he would have found this act revolting, but after the past few week and a touch of his fathers advice, he was opening his eyes to things that he was otherwise blind to. In the case of the bookworm before him, though, he was still unsure. Despite his dare not to hex him, he half expected to be turned back into a ferret at any second.

After a few long seconds, he pulled away expecting to see a hateful glare in the dim wand light. Instead he was face to face with a look of mild surprise. Opening his mouth to ask why he wasn't a small, slinky animal yet she put a finger over his lips before he could. “You'll have to take a pawn first.” She said with a small smile, and a tone he could not place.

Sitting back down he watched as she moved a pawn forward. In awkward silence they moved several times carefully before he saw an opening where he could either take her rook or pawn. She moved her rook out of harms way. Taking the small piece he asked. “Was it only my dare that kept you from hexing me?”

“No.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Nope.”

Cursing himself, he made a note that he should word his questions differently in the future. She wasn't giving him any more information than he specificity asked for. “Cheeky witch.” He said as she moved another pawn.

Several moves later, he was shocked to see she had left another pawn exposed. Checking for hazards, he took it. Considering his words carefully he asked her, “Are you enjoying this game? And when I mean 'game' I also am referring to the little thing you seem to be playing with me other than chess.”

Thinking for a moment before she answered, she replied quite clearly. “Yes, I am. Why is it that Ron can be the only to have some fun? Who says that I can't do some things out of character? I've had expectations placed on me from day one at Hogwarts, be they 'the smart yet boring girl', the 'friend of the chosen one', or 'the filthy, little, mudblood'.” When she saw his face sink she quickly interjected. “Don't worry, you were not the only one to call me that, and its lost quite a bit of its punch over the past few years.” She continued with her answer. “So consider yourself a catalyst for change.”

Raising his eyebrows he leaned back in his chair. “That's the kind of in depth answers I prefer.” He said sipping his drink. “Your move.”

Moving her knight, she looked back up at him. “No cocky retort?”

He moved a pawn. “You're not the only one who's trying to change.”

She smiled before looking down at the board for a long moment. Moving her queen, she put it in the line to take one of his pawns.

Panicking a bit he looked for ways to move his pawn out of the way. If he left it there, the queen would take him, if he moved it forward, the knight would take him, and there was no pieces to take himself diagonally. He was doomed. Catching a quick chance for revenge he moved his bishop instead.

Taking his pawn she remained silent for a moment, letting him stew. He knew what she was going to ask. “What was it about this Gryffindor you fancied that turned you on?”

Swallowing hard, he knew he was doomed. Thinking back to the night in question he thought of some details he could pick out without being too obvious. He had to be honest, but that didn't mean he would have to do himself in. “They were wearing fishnet clothing, had died hair, thick eyeliner, an interesting oral piercing, and...showed off more than they usually do at the time.”

Hermione looked like she knew the exact night he was referring to, but if he worded his response correctly, he was pretty sure she wasn't thinking of the person he was. Lip twitching with a hidden victory smile, he moved his bishop to take her queen. Her small smirk soon turned to a slightly fearful cringe. “You were too eager, Granger.”

“Damned wand light. Where were you hiding that bishop?” She asked.

Draco pointed to the empty square the piece once occupied. “I think the queen calls for a rather good dare, don't you?” She huffed and braced herself. A rather naughty thought crossed his mind, which he pushed aside at first, but then he figured that he had already tested the waters and Granger was trying to change her image. So he went for it.

Scooting his chair away from the table he leaned back in it and tapped the top of his thighs. “How about a lap dance?”

He had expected her to look taken aback by the statement, and she did. At first. “One minute.”

“Five minutes.” He said, surprised at her forwardness.

“Three.” She said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing her egg timer.

“Deal.”

Placing the timer on the table she pointed a finger at him. “No touching?”

He grabbed the underside of his chair with both hands. “No touching.”

Hesitantly, she turned around and gingerly sat on his lap before leaning into his chest. When the warm flesh of her thighs touched the tops of his he remembered that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. Perhaps this was a mistake, but once she started to move over him he forgot all doubts.

Slowly at first she swayed her hips, grinding lightly into him. Digging his nails into the wood under the chair he tried his best to enjoy the moment without making it too...obvious.

With what seemed to be new found confidence she started to add a hitch to her movements, putting her hands on his thighs for support. Sliding herself down in between his legs, she paused a moment before turning around and tracing her lips a hair above his skin from his belly button, up to his face, and further swaying her barely covered breasts inches from his mouth.

When did she learn how to do this? Draco asked himself as she swung her legs to either side of his legs before lowering herself to sit on his lap, facing him. As his knuckles turned white from their grasp he half expected to splinter the wood at any moment. There was no way she couldn't tell how much he was enjoying this, especially now that he could feel the heat radiating from her core through his boxers.

Gyrating on top of him she lightly traced a finger down the white scar on his chest before traveling back up and graced his pecks with her thumbs, brushing sensually over his nipples as she went. His breath hitched as she gave her hips a quick swing. A few thin millimeters of fabric was all that prevented him from what his lower body so badly desired. And she seemed to revel in that fact as she turned his chin up towards her. In the dim light he saw a trace of seduction in her eyes as she bent down and brushed his upper lip with her lower one. His arms started to tremble as she ran a thumb back over his chest as she teased his lips.

Somewhere in the background there was a slight, 'ding!' and before he realized what it signified, he found his lap empty, the brunette returning to her chair.

Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he watched as she moved her knight, acting completely casual. As if she wasn't just grinding against him like a seasoned stripper.

As he scooted his chair forward and sat down in an attempt to hide his now raging hard on under the table. He noticed in the dim want light that, despite her demeanor, she couldn't hide the flush on her face. If he didn't know better, he would think that she enjoyed that almost as much as he did.

Looking back down at the board, he tried hard to concentrate, having most of the blood that should be in his brain elsewhere made it difficult.

Moving his queen, he was in position to take her knight.

She moved her bishop instead.

Frowning at her sudden reluctance to defend her pieces he took her knight. “I dare you to...” He really couldn't think of anything worse than he had already done. “Sing.”

She rose an eyebrow. “Anything in particular?”

He thought a moment, he really was making this up as he went now. “Something...appropriate for drinking.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment. Clearing her throat she began.

Her voice was more lyrical than he thought it would be, not to mention he didn't expect an Irish brogue thrown into the mix.

“Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure
A massing treasure why scrape and save?
Why look so canny at ev'ry penny?
You'll take no money within the grave
Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go empty where e'er they're bound
So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
Our glasses clinking and round and round

King Solomon's glory, so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lilies guise
But hard winds harden both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily dies
Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble
The feathered arrow, once shot ne'er found
So, lads and lasses, because life passes
Come fill your glasses for another round”

Upon completion of her song she held her glass of wine up in a toast before downing the remains.

“How do you know a song like that?

“I was a bus girl in an Irish Pub three summers ago. They played it all the time.”

“Is that where you learned to dance like that as well?”

“Nope.” She said leaning over the table, exposing ample cleavage through her partially unbuttoned shirt. “That I made up as I went.” She said moving her bishop in the path of his queen.

Draco raised an eyebrow before taking one of her pawns instead. “You're trying to lose now, aren't you?”

“Now I am, yes.” She said, subconsciously tracing a finger over her lower lip.

“Care to call it a draw?”

“If you do.”

“I think I can live with that.”

With a wave of her wand, the chess set hovered a moment before haphazardly placing itself back in the box. The instant she put her wand back in the vase, they drew to each other like gravity was pulling them. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her hips. For an instant they hesitated, only a breaths distance from each other before they both closed the distance and connected.

After the hotter than expected lap dance he relished the fact that he could now touch what was teasing him so badly earlier. As her mouth opened, inviting him in, he obliged noticing how she tasted like sweet wine. Her skin was hot and taut to the touch as he slipped his hands under her shirt, moving upwards slowly as to give her a chance to stop him. When she didn't he traced his thumbs around the undersides of her breasts before slowly moving up to cup them.

As he did he gasped through the kiss as her hand found its way to the bulge in his boxers. Giving him a hard pump through the fabric he moaned into her lips. 'That's it! Restraint gone!' The voice in Draco's mind screamed as he picked Hermione up by her hips and carried her to the living room couch, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Collapsing on the padded leather he began to tug at the buttons of her shirt. Pulling the white fabric aside Draco bent down to place hot, open mouthed kisses along her collar bone before moving down to take one of her pert nipples in his mouth. Gasping, she ran her fingers roughly through his hair as he was urged to move lower.

Stopping at her hip bone he took the zipper to her skirt in his teeth before pulling it down. She giggled slightly as she looked down at him. It was a silly, seductive move, but he had to do it.

Skirt aside he wished there was a bit more light to enjoy the view. Moving back up he locked lips with her as he took her core in his hand. Brushing her most sensitive bud in circular motions with his fingers. Her moaning into his mouth was the sexiest thing he had ever heard and it took a substantial amount of concentration to keep from taking her at that moment. He continued his slow swirling motions for a moment until she was clawing at the sides of his abs. When she started thrusting up into his hand he inserted a finger as she mewed.

She was soaked. It seemed that lap dance had gotten her as worked up as it did him. Continuing to pump into her he broke the kiss and trailed kisses down her chest and abdomen again before lining himself up with the heat between her legs. He slowed his fingers for a moment as he heard her whisper. “Don't torture me.”

“I'm relishing watching you squirm.” He quoted her from what she said in the tattoo parlor before lowering his mouth over her sensitive bud. She gasped as he mimicked his swirling motion with his tongue as his fingers worked her insides. She was so responsive it was driving him wild. The tangy, sweetness of her core making his cock throb painfully in his boxers.

When her stomach muscles fluttered she tightened around his fingers, asking for more. Obliging he went to pull down his boxers before he was knocked backwards, falling on the carpet. Before he gathered himself, she was over him, trailing the same open mouthed kisses he did down over his abs as she pulled the elastic of his boxers down.

His member springing free she took it in her hand and gave it a few experimental pumps as Draco let out a breath he was holding. A gasp refilled his lungs with air as she took him into her mouth. As her tonsils worked his head her hands massaged his shaft. Looking down in the dim light he could see her mane of hair bob over him as he relished the best blow job he had ever received.

By the time she had a rhythm going Draco had to stop her. “You're...” He gasped. “Far too good at that.”

Slowly, so he could recover a bit, he guided her back to the couch, resting her bottom just at the edge of the cushion. As he lined himself up with her entrance he gave her a final moment to object. When he felt her leg pulling him towards her he pushed forward, entering her slowly. Her inner muscles urging him on every inch.

Once he was fully in her he let her adjust for a moment before pulling back and thrusting. Hard.

She yelped at first, but made no attempt to stop him. Pulling him down into another passionate kiss their tongues intermingled as he began to thrust into her at a steady pace. A moment later she was moaning into his mouth as a growl emanated from deep in his chest.

For the moment, all of life's concerns were washed away. His fathers death, his family's fall from grace, his power and finances stripped away, everything. All this moment was, was them.

Moments later she began to writhe beneath him as she sucked on is lower lip. Draco's mind swam as her muscles contracted around him, urging him even deeper. Nearing the end himself he began to pound into her at a furious pace as she gasped his name. With a final few thrusts he shuttered. “Her..mi..one, I'm...I'm...where do you want...”

“Go ahead.” She said.

It was music to his ears as he thrust hard one last time, emptying himself into her in the strongest orgasm he's ever had.

Collapsing on her chest their breathing slowly returned to normal. Draco had almost fallen asleep when he felt Hermione's fingers trace through his platinum hair.

“Is this what you intended when you started that silly Truth or Dare game?”

Lifting his head, he kissed her chest before looking up at her. “No, actually. I intended to get some conversation out of you.” He said honestly.

“Well I'm not complaining if you're not.”

Smirking, he commented. “I'm never going to be able to play that game again without thinking of that lap dance. I hope you realize that.”

She smiled back. “So you want to play again Monday night, after work?”

Laying his head back onto her chest he whispered. “It's a date.” Before drifting into a pleasant unconsciousness.


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That's not the end! I promise!

The song Hermione sang was Preab San Ol from the Tossers.

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