Blackmail is not just for Slytherins

A/N sorry for the long delay with this fic, but here you go a double whammy ... sadly though I am giving you two chapters but these are the end of the road.

Hope you enjoy .... ohh BTW Lemons ahead!

Blackmail is not just for Slytherins

Chapter 7

Hermione looked around the surprisingly modern loft apartment; she had expected Draco to live like his father in an ancient family pile deep in the country with peacocks strutting around lawns which had been manicured to within an inch of their lives. But this was unexpected, a modern room with furnishings that looked comfortable and yet still cutting edge, the huge windows filled one entire wall of the massive room and opened out onto a long balcony area; which overlooked the bustling city below.

Draco watched her with amusement before leaving the room briefly, he returned with two robes; as he slipped on a long Chinese silk robe; it was a deep green with a silver dragon embroidered on the back; he passed the other robe to Hermione, she smiled as she noted it was deep red with a golden dragon on the back.

He was pretty sure she had not expected his home to look like this, he watched as she walked around the room, trailing her fingers along the back of his leather sofas, examining the art on the walls and stopping right in front of her first and enduring love; his bookcase.

He saw her eyebrows rise as she saw he had many of the muggle classics on the shelves. Wait until she saw that he had a kick ass; state of the art stereo system and a huge widescreen HD TV. He was pretty sure that would blow her mind.

The truth was that despite being brought up to look down his nose at muggles, he held a deep admiration for many things muggle, his father of course had no idea and not a single muggle invention graced the hallowed halls of Malfoy Manor. This being part of the reason that Draco had acquired this loft; it was somewhere he could indulge himself and just kick back to listen to music or watch movies.

Picking up a remote control from on top of his bar; Draco turned on some music. Hermione turned and looked around the room “muggle music Draco?” she asked him looking a little amused.

Draco smiled “yup, you won’t tell my father will you?” he gave her a cheeky wink “would you like a glass of wine?” he asked her as he slipped behind the bar.

“Oh yes please” she was running her fingers along the spines of his books and watched as Draco pointed the remote control at the wall and the bookcase slid to one side to reveal another bookcase which had been hidden behind the first; this one however contained all magical tomes, some of which where behind bars and she watched them snap and snarl as they realised someone was near.

“White or red?” he asked her calmly as though nothing had just happened.

“Oh, white please…” Hermione perused the titles on his shelves, many of these were in the restricted section at Hogwarts and others were listed as rare or ‘missing’ publications, and yet here they were right there in front of her.

Draco walked towards her and handed her a glass of chilled white wine, watching as she stroked her finger down the condensation on the glass before taking a sip and closing her eyes as she savoured her drink.

“I have my magical books hidden as I have from time to time entertained muggles here” he informed her, answering the question he saw behind her eyes but she didn’t vocalise.

“You date muggles?” she asked him.

“Well not ‘date’ per se” he smiled.

“Oh so you shag muggles then?”

Draco laughed and raised his glass in salute and then took a drink.

Leading the way outside Draco opened the doors to the balcony and showed Hermione to a comfortable seat and he sat beside her.

Taking a sip of his wine he watched Hermione, surprisingly she seemed nervous, of all the times she had ‘punished’ him and they had been naked together; but now sitting in the moonlight with him she was strangely quiet. He reached up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and then ran the back of his finger across her cheek. “Are you sure about this Hermione?”

She turned and looked into his eyes, she had wanted Draco Malfoy for a long time, but she knew of his reputation; who didn’t? He screwed the girls at school then moved on; he would chase a girl, turning on the charm and seduction until he got into her knickers and then he moved on to another. It had been the same all through school and then university. But he had never tried to be with her, until the night of the ball he had never shown any interest in her. “Why did you do it Draco?” she asked him quietly.

“Do what?”

“Why did you slip a potion into my drink that night at the ball? You have never been interested in me…”

Draco reached out and took her hands in his “Hermione, I have always been interested in you, but when I found out you were muggleborn I let my family’s bias colour my judgement and I acted like a prat, I know. But I have always admired you, you are not like the other girls, you cared more about knowledge than hairstyles and you were not shallow like them. But my family and then my own idiocy meant that you would never have accepted me, so I acted even worse… and for that I am deeply sorry, I hope one day to be worthy of your time and maybe one day…”

“You could have said something to me…” she whispered.

“I couldn’t get close to you in school, I was expected to hate you, and what about potty and the weasel, they would never let me get to speak to you alone to say anything worthwhile and you would not have believed me…”

Hermione heard his voice crack a little and felt a little choked “you were interested in me? Truly? But you said some terrible things to me…”

“I know and I can never forgive myself, so I would never ask you to forgive me… it’s not an excuse but I was brought up to believe some despicable doctrine and I was so far up my own arse that I believed a lot of it, but I was also that little kid in the schoolyard who was so afraid of the girls they throw stones just to get a reaction, any reaction…”

Draco looked so downcast that Hermione reached out and stroked his cheek “Draco; I never knew…”

“Hermione, I know we have a contract, but I want to be with you, I want you to be mine, and then maybe one day you will consent to truly be mine…”

“Draco… I … let’s not ruin this, we have tonight, lets just talk about this later”

Hermione knew she was being evasive, but she was afraid, she wanted Draco, but she was afraid that this was all a joke to him, and she was waiting for the punch line; she would give herself willingly to Malfoy and he would cast her aside and make it public knowledge and a huge joke that he ‘nailed’ the most famous mudblood in their world. Just a few nice words from him, and the Gryffindor Princess had cast off her knickers and opened her legs for him; the Prince of Slytherin.

She had a reputation to uphold and she knew her heart would break if he threw her aside, no; it was much better this way, they both had fun and no ties, no guilt, no pain.

“I have wanted to be with you for so long Hermione; we will discuss this again…” his words were cut short as Hermione placed her finger over his lips, and grabbed the lapels of his robe, pulling him closer…

“Draco…” she whispered “make love to me…”

Her lips were so close to his now and he took her invitation, leaning into her and kissing her hard. The wine had chilled her lips slightly but they soon warmed as he caressed them with his own, stroking the plump flesh with his tongue, gently forcing his way between them to gain access to her mouth. Feeling her tongue reach out to massage his, caressing him softly as she let out a tiny sigh against his lips.

Reaching up Hermione ran her fingers through Draco’s hair, really it was unjust that a man should have such beautifully soft, silky hair, it was something most women would kill for, if he were only able to bottle it as a lotion or potion he would be a millionaire: her mind faltering as she realised that he already was a millionaire… and her mind was ringing alarm bells, or was it sirens down in the city below? Right now she didn’t know and frankly she didn’t care. Allowing herself to be lost in his arms as they tightened around her, shutting out the incessant voice which kept up the mantra of ‘you’re kissing Draco Malfoy… you’re kissing Draco Malfoy’

Pulling Hermione closer, Draco sank his hands into her hair, curling his fingers to entwine them within her long locks. Pulling her hair a little too hard he was about to apologise until he heard the breathy moan she emitted. Locking her eyes with his, he watched as her cinnamon orbs ignited with pure lust.

With a smile to himself he sank his teeth into her bottom lip, nipping the tender flesh gently, once again he heard her moan and felt her skin heat as it was enflamed.

All of the years he had thought the plain and bookish Gryffindor Princess was made of lifeless, passionless porcelain could not be farther from the truth, she had grown in to a beautiful and passionate young woman and here she was enfolded in his arms, he had never thought that he would be so lucky.

More than ever he felt that luck now, of all the times he had shared intimacy with her it had been driven by her and used as a punishment – if one could truly say he was being punished judging by the orgasms he had experienced with her – but right now this witch in his arms was there because she wished to give herself to him, for tonight she was his, and he felt he would have to make the most of her as he felt deep down that their time together was coming to a close.

Kissing a trail across her cheek Draco found his way to her ear and nibbled softly on the lobe, letting his lips settle against her neck, feeling her tremble as he alternated between kissing and licking the sensitive flesh from just below her ear and down towards her collarbone.

Hermione moaned softly as she both heard and felt Draco’s warm breath against her ear, his lips on her neck making her tremble in his arms. She wondered for a moment how she had let things come to this… from catching Draco trying to slip a potion into her drink, to punishing him, to now being here in his arms, it didn’t make sense, and Hermione liked her world to make sense.

All thoughts soon flew out of her mind though as Draco nibbled his way across her collarbone, gods; who would have thought that someone could bring so much pleasure with their teeth…

A hand was running up her leg, slipping beneath the split in her skirt, stroking across the sheer fabric of her stockings. As the roving fingers left the lace at the top of her stocking she shivered and gasped as they stroked the smooth flesh of her thigh; feeling Draco smile against her neck as he continued to kiss and nibble her skin.

Hermione drew away from Draco, standing in front of him and holding out a hand, her aim being to return back into the safety and privacy of the apartment, but Draco had other ideas, he accepted her hand but rather than standing, he pulled her back towards him until she stood between his legs.

Reaching up he slipped his hands beneath the robe on her shoulders and pushed it free so that the silk slid down her arms and fell to the floor, exposing her breasts once more to his gaze. Running his palms down her décolletage, across the edges of her breasts and down towards the corset which nipped in at her waist. Hermione felt a tug behind her and held her breath; expecting the corset to come undone and release her, but it was instead her skirt which fell loose, leaving her standing in just her corset, stockings, boots and nothing more…

Draco moaned as he took in the sight and realised she had been wearing no underwear during the entire evening, even in the presence of his father, that thought alone made his cock throb with a delicious ache.

Hermione closed her eyes and swayed on her feet as Draco wrapped his arms around her hips; sinking his fingers into the softly rounded globes of her bottom and pulled her firmly towards him. Leaning forward he leant towards her mons and she blushed with embarrassment as he drew in a deep breath, taking in the aroma of her body and her arousal.

Draco smiled as above him she bit her bottom lip and wrapped her fingers into his hair as he leant forward and placed a kiss on the little landing strip which served to guide him downwards to paradise.

Just a mere and almost innocent touch of lips briefly against flesh for the fleeting of moments and yet it was so deliciously arousing.

Drawing her closer still he let his lips and tongue move lower to seek the hidden well of her arousal. Hermione opened her thighs for him, letting him in, giving him access freely to her body in a way she never had before.

Sure she had fucked him before and he had fucked her, but for her to let him in to make love to her was letting him closer to her than ever, and Draco wanted to cherish this time with her more than anything they had ever shared, for he knew she would draw away from him afterwards…

Still with her fingers wrapped in his hair Hermione moaned as his tongue slipped expertly between her nether lips and caressed the pearl hidden at the apex of her pussy. She wobbled as her knees weakened and she held on to him tighter.

Part of her cried out ‘not here… not here…’ as they were open to anyone who could overlook them, her inner morals wanted him to take her back inside to continue this properly, but her pussy throbbed with more need at the thought of being seen; of being there in the open with his mouth on her pussy eating her like he would starve should he stop…

Draco drew her harder against his mouth as he lapped at the soft smooth flesh, drinking in the nectar that was flooding from deep within her. He felt her trembling and knew her inner Gryffindor prudery would be longing to flee inside to privacy, but he knew from the way her pussy clenched and seeped her juices against his tongue, that she was in fact getting off on being in a vulnerable location.

Drawing back from her he stroked her back and arse before standing and drawing her against him, simultaneously dropping his robe as he brought his mouth down firmly on hers, sharing with her the aroma and taste of her own arousal.

He knew he would take all night with her body, but right now he ached for release and needed to sink inside her… walking her backwards he led her toward the chrome and glass wall which edged his balcony.

Turning her away from him, he placed her hands on the railing, running his hands down her spine he unhooked her corset, letting it drop from her, he smiled as he took in her appearance naked before him but for her stockings and boots.

Leaning her forward, he leant with her, his body touching hers, mirroring her position and moulding against hers as he pressed his hips forward, finding his groove he placed his cock at the entrance to her weeping core and ground his hips a little, not pressing into her yet, just letting his smooth engorged head massage her swollen lips.

Hearing Hermione moan as he glanced his cock against her clit was like pouring fuel onto an already blazing inferno; with a growl he pressed forward and embedded himself deep inside her. Gods she was tight, he was sure he would never be able to get enough of being inside this witch, it was like she fit him like a glove, or exquisitely tailored robes, and she was made for him, him alone.

Hermione pressed back against Draco, her thighs quivering as she clenched her pussy against him as he was buried deep in her, she felt his breath against her back as he leant forward, his body pressed against hers as he ground himself deeper and deeper, without withdrawing, he seemed content to merely impale himself until he could go no further.

Opening her eyes Hermione looked down on the city below them, should anyone choose to look up or glance over from one of the other buildings they would see them entwined together naked. She had never really considered herself to be an exhibitionist, but the thought of people being able to see her naked in the arms of Draco Malfoy made her weak at the knees.

Draco felt a shiver run through her body and yet it became hotter to the touch, they were both bathed with the sheen of fresh clean dew as their desires blazed. With a moan he began to move, he sucked air between his teeth as he withdrew and then growled on the in stroke.

Wrapping his arms around her he grasped her breasts, hunching into her time after time, her whimpers driving him onwards as he felt her molten core begin to twitch and grasp at his shaft.

Gasping and moaning Hermione felt the coiling deep in her stomach and the woollen sensation clouding her mind, as she looked down onto the streets below she felt as though she were going into freefall “Draco….” She keened, it soon becoming a mantra “oh Gods… Draco… Draco…”

“That’s it my witch” he growled “come for me”

Pressing deeper into her he swiftly switched his angle of ascent and his cock ground past that spot deep inside that sent Hermione reeling as she screamed out his name “Ohhh GODS DRACO!” the light breeze in the air carrying her scream into the night caused him to grin as he joined her, his seed filling her as swiftly as it left him, his body going into spasm as he collapsed against her back.

“Ohhh yessss…” he hissed and he placed a kiss between her shoulder blades.

With a groan he finally withdrew from inside her, sweeping Hermione into his arms he made his way on shaking legs to the bedroom. Placing her into his bed, removing the very last of her clothing, peeling away the stockings from her legs and removing her boots, he climbed in beside her and enfolded her in his arms; he kissed her deeply and then placed a kiss upon her forehead “goodnight sweet witch” he smiled.

“Goodnight Draco” she smiled back and curled up against him.

~*~*~*~

Several hours later and after two more bouts of delicious love making, Hermione slipped from within Draco’s arms, the cool light of dawn was creeping across the floor of the bedroom but had not yet reached the bed.

Climbing from the bed, she accio’d her clothing from the night before and enfolded herself in her cloak, stuffing the other garments into the magical pocket on her cloak.

Leaning over Draco’s sleeping form she watched him sleep for a couple of moments, she had to go, but she knew she would miss him. Drawing her wand she removed the cuffs and collar from him, in effect freeing him from her service.

Stroking his hair softly from his forehead she leant forward and kissed him on the forehead “goodbye Draco…” she whispered before turning on the spot and vanishing with a soft pop.

At the sound of the pop Draco opened his eyes, he felt up for his collar, already knowing it was gone for he had been awake for a while, curling into a ball he hugged Hermione’s pillow against him and inhaled her scent “this is not goodbye Granger… you are my witch!” and he drifted off back to sleep once more.

Hermione arrived home and headed for the shower, once she felt more awake and clean again she found she actually missed the scent of Draco on her skin “oh well” she told herself “I will see him around the school, but there was never a future for us…”

She went to where she had hidden the glass he had attempted to slip her the potion in, she packed it in a box and wrote a quick note:


Dear Draco

I am giving you back the glass and the contract between us is now null and void. You are freed from my service and I expect you to treat me with the respect due to a colleague when we are together back at Hogwarts.

Yours Hermione


She sent the package off to Draco and then curled up on her bed and sobbed, but she still refused to admit to herself why.

~*~*~*~

When he received the package Draco was not happy in the slightest. She was trying to now brush him off was she? “Oh hell no!” he cursed as he took the protection off the glass and the contract, tossing both into the fire.

Sitting back he knew he would and could not let her go and this would take all of his Slytherin guile, but that witch was his and it was time she admitted it!