To The Devil's Doorstep

Disclaimer: I don’t claim to own any of these characters. JKR does. I’m just playing with them for a bit.

Chapter Seven
A Taste of Draco


Draco was prepared for his meeting with Granger. He was dressed impeccably, as usual, but not for her. Even though the image of her in that slutty maid’s uniform was deeply ingrained in his mind. He had plans for the little mudblood. Plans he intended on putting into effect tonight.

He left his rooms to head for the foyer, where he told her to meet him. He was certainly no stranger to carnal instincts. Pansy, among many others, had given him all he wanted over the years. But he had always wanted the one woman who he couldn’t have. Granger. The brilliant Gryffindor know-it-all, who was constantly protected by the rest of the Golden Trio along with the entire staff of Hogwarts.

So many times during their school years he had wanted to just grab her in the hallways and have at her hard. But even though she freely wandered the halls alone, he never had the opportunity to take her. Tonight would be his night.

He arrived in the foyer a few minutes after the designated time to find Granger waiting diligently for him. Of course, she was always on time, even for a task such as this. He smirked evilly. Merlin’s balls, she looked hot! He steeled himself to face her, trying not to let the lust boiling in him to show too much. Just enough for her to know that it wasn’t going to be an easy night for her.

“So Granger, glad to see you could make it.” he said knowingly.

“Of course, Mister Malfoy. I didn’t have much of a choice did I?” Hermione replied.

“Now, now Granger. You should watch the tone you take with your master.”

She was seething inside, but replied sweetly, “I’m sorry Master. What chores did you want me to perform tonight?”

“You’ll see. Follow me.”

Hermione followed Draco as he led her away from the foyer of the manor. He was going to take her to a room on the lower levels, similar to her own but with a couple of added touches.

As they entered the room, she looked around. There was a large but shabby bed up against the far wall. The bed had four tall posts. There was a table with drawers set just next to the bed, but not much more. Draco watched for any signs of apprehension on her face. She looked perfectly calm. It was quite annoying but expected that she would show that damned Gryffindor courage even in the face of this particular unknown.

She stood there looking him directly into his gray eyes, which she noticed seemed colder than ever, waiting for him to tell her what to do.

Draco stood there with his arms crossed and stared back at her, saying, “Don’t just stand there Granger. Strip, now!”

Hermione paused for a moment, even though she had had two sexual experiences with the senior Malfoy, she had remained clothed for those. She felt embarrassed at having to get completely naked in front of Draco. This was the little ferret after all. The boy she had punched in the face in her third year. Even though they were never friends, were enemies actually, he was still a schoolmate.

“Granger, I will not repeat myself. Do as you were told.” His voice was getting a harder edge to it.

Hermione began by slowly unbuttoning the serpent buttons starting from her chest and working her way down. He watched her carefully finger the snakes and wondered if she knew how seductive her actions were. As the last of the buttons were released she let the dress slip down off her arms and fall gently to the floor. She stood there before him in just the thong and lace bra with the black stilettos.

“Not too disgusting Granger. Now off with the rest.” Draco told her. She could hear the strength in his voice still, but could also sense an anxiety that wasn’t there before. Could it be possible that Draco Malfoy was actually attracted to her? She didn’t think of his words. Something in her feminine instincts told her that the young man found her far from ‘disgusting’.

She fumbled with the serpent clasp at the front of the lace bra. Finally getting it free, she crossed her arms over it for a second before letting it too fall from her shoulders down her arms, landing on the floor next to the dress. She hooked a finger into each side of the thong and, shimmying them over her curvaceous hips, let them fall to her feet. She then stepped out of them and nudged them to the pile of the rest of her clothing.

She stood completely naked before the boy she had known, marginally, since she was eleven. He was staring at her nude form directly in front of him, his eyes once again becoming hooded with pure lust. She had definitely matured and shouldn’t have spent all those years hiding behind school uniforms and robes.

“Come here Granger. Over to the bed.” he told her harshly.

She started to kick off the heels, when he told her to leave them on. He loved to fuck a woman when she left her heels on, especially when they were sexy stilettos. When a woman walks in heels her ass can’t help but sway in a most tantalizing way. She walked over to the bed as he watched her from behind and admired the sashay that the heels made her hips create.

She stood by the bed, waiting for his next order. She was pretty sure what it would be and wasn’t proven wrong when he barked his next command.

“Get on the bed. On your back.”

She crawled into the center of the bed and lay prone watching him. Waiting for his next move. He walked over to her and turned his back on her to open one of the drawers of the table. She couldn’t see what he was doing in there and it made her a little nervous. He turned around and had a long silk sash in his hands, an evil smile on his face. He leaned over her told her to lift her head. Placing the sash over her eyes, he tied it tightly in the back. He knew he would remove it shortly, but for now he didn’t want her to see what was coming.

What Draco didn’t know was that, while Hermione didn’t have a fear for the unknown, she did have a fear of not being able to see what was coming at her. She knew she could protect herself, if only she could see what was there. He had finally found a fear in the brave young witch. He watched her lay naked and blindfolded, shivering from fear, on the bed.

He muttered a short spell and Hermione felt rope begin to snake around her wrists binding her to the posts at the head of the bed. She tried fighting them but they were too strong and she couldn’t use magic. She was completely helpless and she hated that feeling. Even her intelligence couldn’t get her out this situation.

He watched her fighting the ropes with all her might. This went on for several minutes and he could sense the panic in her. When she finally subsided in the kicking and screaming fit she had engaged in when she had first felt the restraints, he removed the sash from her eyes. He wanted to look into the chocolate brown eyes and see her fear. He wasn’t disappointed in the least. The fear he saw in them was palpable, but she didn’t start fighting again. She looked imploringly at him, begging him with her eyes to release her.

“No Granger, I will not release you until I am done with you. For now just be satisfied that I will not kill you, as long as you don’t try to retaliate against me for anything I will do to you.” Draco told her.

She looked slightly relieved but she was still fearful of what he had in mind. At least with Lucius in the dungeons she hadn’t been bound. It looked like Draco was going to be a much more demanding partner than his father.

Draco stood next to the bed and divestoed his clothing, revealing a pale but pristine fully erect cock. His body was in fantastic shape, probably from years of playing Quidditch. His chest was muscular and he had washboard abs with a sparse line of pale blonde hair leading down to his cock. If the situation had been different she might have thought of him as attractive. Gods, even in this situation, she had to admit that he was attractive. Evil but attractive.

Draco crawled next to her onto the bed and whispered in her ear, “Granger, if you even think of kicking me, I will know and bind your legs too.”

He emphasized this by biting on her ear rather hard. She let out a yelp at the slight pain she felt at his bite. His cock twitched at her yelp. He knew he had to make her scream for him. He bit his way along her collarbone, lighter this time. He licked and nipped his way to her chest. She gasped as his tongue flicked at her nipple. As her bud began to get harder under his tongue, he took it in his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to make her jump. He let go and trailed his teeth across to give her other nipple the same ministrations, grasping the hard bud he had just left between his fingers and pinching.

Hermione’s body was reacting oddly to the brief painful bursts he was giving her. She started to shiver but didn’t feel cold at all. Could it be possible that she got off on pain? It was a sexual avenue she had never tried before, just assuming that no woman in her right mind could receive pleasure from pain.

Draco let go of the hard nipple he was still pinching while biting down on the other. He then let his free hand go down to her thatch, rubbing at her pussy lips. She was moist but not nearly as wet as he wanted her. She sighed at his touch on her hot pussy. He wondered if she was moist when he started with her or if it was the pain that was getting her excited. He decided to test the theory. Taking his mouth off her nipple and his finger off her snatch, he reached over to the bedside table. She watched him apprehensively as she saw him pull out a short handled object that had numerous short whips on it that she was sure she had seen a picture of in a book somewhere but right now couldn’t remember the name of.

Draco caressed the cat o’ nine appreciatively. He liked this toy very much for its uses to create subtle or severe pain, as he wanted. Hermione’s eyes widened as he brought the object over her body. She didn’t know what it was except for a torture device.

“You knowing everything, I’m sure you’ll know what this is, right?” Draco said seductively.

“I’ve seen it but I can’t remember the name for it right now.” she replied.

“You forgot to call me Master, mudblood. You’ll have to be punished for that. I think this is what I’ll use to teach you a little lesson.” If possible he would learn a little more about what made Hermione Granger’s hormones tick.

He ran the cold leather straps across her belly lightly, making her shudder. He looked at her with the question in his eyes of ‘Are you ready?’ She steeled her eyes against him, giving him his reply with her eyes. He knew that this first time he wouldn’t whip her too hard. He wanted to be able to get her in this position again, but he would teach her a lesson. He raised the whip into the air about a foot and brought it down on her hip. CRACK! She cried out in pain, trying to move as far away from as she could. The ropes around her wrist didn’t allow her much movement. She stared again into those gray eyes above her. He brought the whip up identically on the other side of her and again brought it cracking down, this time onto her other hip.

He looked where he had applied the initial blows to see that there were slight red marks on each hip. His cock jumped at seeing this and he repeated this going up and down each side of her. With each slap of those small whips, she could feel herself moistening until she was practically gushing. Oh gods, she got off on pain. She couldn’t believe she was that deviant.

“Now mudblood, you will remember that I am your Master and you are to call me Master at all times. Do you understand me?” Draco sneered.

“Yes, Master” she replied.

Draco ran his hands up her sides, feeling the heat that the whips had caused. He always enjoyed causing those red marks on women, it made him feel powerful beyond belief. He let his fingers wander to Hermione’s core and ran one gracious finger over her lips. Merlin, she was dripping wet! She got off on the pain he inflicted. He couldn’t believe it.

Well, since she had obviously gotten as excited as he had, now was the time he had been waiting for. His cock was harder than he ever remembered it being and he needed to feel himself inside of her, now. He positioned himself between her legs and with one quick thrust, ploughed fully into her hot pussy. She groaned out in pleasure, something Draco would have never expected from the Gryffindor witch.

He continued fucking her roughly, leaning down and biting her neck. She would wear his mark the next day for sure, and that was the way he wanted it. She hissed out “Yesss” as he marked her.

He stopped thrusting while he was in her and changed the position of her legs, putting her heeled feet onto his shoulders. He wanted maximum penetration from the witch below him. He began pistoning back into her, this time at a different angle, hitting her in all the right spots. He could feel her body beneath him begin to shudder with the start of her orgasm. Her foot slipped and heel of her stiletto caught him on the shoulder blade, causing him to hiss out in pain. The pain fueled him to fuck her as hard as he possibly could and within a minute he felt his balls start to contract at the start of his orgasm. Continuing to ram into her, he felt her pussy walls begin to contract around his cock as her climax peaked, her body shuddering in delight. Watching her as she came, feeling her warm liquids surrounding his engorged cock, he finally exploded. He kept pumping his seed into her until she was overfull of their combined juices.

Fully satisfied for the moment, he fell gently on top of Hermione, who was slowly coming down from her euphoric climax. A few minutes later, as he regained some energy he rolled off of her and just looked at her for a minute, trying to gauge what, if anything, should be said.

Finally, settling his mind, he got up and scourgified himself and Hermione. He spoke the counterspell to release her from her bindings.
She pulled her arms toward her body, feeling the stretching in her muscles, and began rubbing her wrists where the ropes had been. As she was doing this he was getting dressed, sneaking glances at her from the corner of his eye. Her wrists didn’t look too bad and the redness on her sides would probably disappear within a day or so. He would have the elves take a minor healing draught to her rooms in the night. That would help speed up the recovery process.

“You know Granger, you’re not half bad at shagging, but I think we can teach you a thing or two” he said with a typical Malfoy sneer on his face. With that he told her to head back to her rooms and he turned and left.

TBC

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A/N: I know this chapter’s longer than the others but I had to make it good. Still not sure if I’m satisfied but I did want to get Draco’s chapter posted. Please R & R and let me know good or bad.