Broomsticks and Bondage

Chapter Eight

(Get to tell story from Draco’s point of view now….. for a chapter. Wooohooo! Have a good ending planned.)

“Just what the fuck are you playing at?” Draco squirmed.

“No. Don’t talk unless I say.” Hermione straddled him looking down into his cold gray eyes with revitalized rejuvenation.

“Get up Granger.”

“No.”

“Fine. Let’s see what ya got Gryffindor. Let’s find out how courageous you really are. Then it’s my turn.”

“Am I going to have to gag you? Or do you want to get laid?” Hermione said and Draco smirked as he watched the feisty little vixen fumble through a black box at the foot of the bed. He pulled himself up by his arms as high as he could, the metal cuffs clanking, to try to catch a glimpse of what it was Hermione was fishing for in the treasure box.

“What are you getting?”

“You’ll find out,” Hermione said in a sing-song voice that Draco found sexy as hell.

“Now close your eyes and open your mouth” Draco sighed but played along. He opened his mouth and then felt a sweet,warm substance on his tongue. He felt Hermione’s fingers gently tracing his lips as he bit into the treat. It was a chocolate covered strawberry that Draco chewed slowly, now feeling Hermione’s tongue softly licking his lips. He could feel her hair brush across his chest and he shivered at the sensual feeling.

“Tell me what it’s like?”

“Take these cuffs off and I’ll show you.”

“Do it. Now!” The command in her voice when she ordered him to do what she said turned Draco on. No, he was not used to being on the receiving end of The Game, at least not directly, yet it was proving to be an experience that he relished. He couldn’t believe Hermione Granger, the book smart geek was capable of such erotic behavior. If he had known that, he would have taunted her less in school, and would have spent more time in the library getting closer her. (In order to get in her pants of course…This IS Malfoy not some lovesick pup)

“Sweet and sticky, just like you are going to be after I take you.”

“Good. How does that make you feel?” Draco could tell that she was at the end of the bed again digging for something by the way her voice trailed off.

“Aroused.” Draco open his eyes and Hermione, who was still straddling his legs hid something behind her back.

“Close your eyes. Keep them closed.”

“Can’t help it. I can’t help wondering what you are going to do neXT!!.” The inflection in his voice raised, no longer that cool steady tone.

“Fuck!” He called out at the searing burning sensation he felt, by his belly button. But as soon as the burning sensation vanished it was replaced by a cold, wet,icy feel. Draco opened his eyes to see Hermione,ice cube in mouth licking her way down his stomach. She rose and seductively blew out the candle that she had used to drip hot wax over Draco.

“God you’re fucking hot!” He said as he heard the tinkle of ice cubes again. Hermione popped another ice cube in her mouth and then moved her head downwards. Draco watched as she took his throbbing hard on into her mouth. Her cold tongue wrapped itself around his shaft and then he felt the ice cube on his tip and he moaned loudly, the sensations driving him wild with desire. She dipped her finger in a bowl of a white frothy crème and then stuck it in Draco’s mouth. He licked it off, sucking on her fingers while Hermione’s hand stroked his ready and waiting member. She moved higher up on him now, his hands still cuffed securely to the bedpost. He writhed under her to break free. With her round firm breasts in his face, he wanted to break free so badly, to take the dark pink nipple that she dangled over him just out of reach, into his mouth. He had never wanted anything so badly. She would give him her breast and then take it away, a game that was sending Draco over the edge.

“Where’s the key? Let me out now.”

“Did you think we were done?” Hermione said in a patronizing voice, straddling him high up on his chest as she shook her finger in front of him and mouthed the word no. Draco moaned deeply at her pleasurably teasing, his cock now so hard it almost hurt for release. Her fingers were in his hair now, not softly and gently but rough and with passion. She raked her fingers through his soft blond hair massaging his scalp as she went. Draco’s eyes were closed again the look of sheer pleasure on his face. Nobody had ever touched him in this way. He liked The Game because it was who he was. He could watch and enjoy as he took a woman to new heights without ever having to get too close to them, something that protected him in his youth. He learned early that nobody was going to hug him or kiss him when he fell off his broom, no welcome hugs, let’s play catch in the yard son for a Malfoy. This was his way of life. But now as this Gryffindor girl stroked him and kissed him and touched him everywhere he was about to have a sensory overload, the sensations almost becoming too much for him.

“Enough. Let me out Granger.” Hermione lay over his hard body kissing and licking his lips. Draco relaxed under her kiss, his tongue intertwined with hers, and he forgot all about projecting that rough and tough Malfoy exterior. He was just Draco, a boy with an incredibly loving girl that was now teaching him a thing or two about sensuality. He wanted her and not in a way like he had before with a distant sense of aloofness. He wanted her to her core. He wanted to drive himself deeply into her wetness and lose himself if only for a while. Sensing his total submission Hermione released him from his prison. His hands fell to his sides and Draco swooped. Flipping Hermione over on her back. She let out a high-pitched squeal and this pleased Draco. Sitting on his knees between Hermione, he yanked her legs down and apart until her hot virgin pussy was only inches from his pulsating dick. Hermione’s eyes glazed over with seduction, her tongue lightly rubbing her own top lip, smacking against her pale pink finely featured lips. This was a mental image that would haunt Draco for the several weeks until he decided to do something about it, little did he know at the time though.

Taking his shaft in his hand, he guided his tip to her warm waiting pussy. She moaned and thrashed her head on the pillow as he moved his cock up and down along her slit. When he knew he had left her breathless he pushed himself inside her, only half way at first. She inhaled deeply and Draco leaned into her giving her more of his hot cock. It never even entered into his mind that it might hurt. If it had though the thought would have turned him on even more, because he knew with the hurt came inevitable pleasure and he was not one to doubt his own prowess.

“Oh Draco. Oh…” Hermione moaned and Draco laid down over Hermione. He pumped her slow and steady for a while watching her expression as he took her on a wild roller coaster. He would pick up speed and the breath in his ear would change to short shallow gasps that mimicked each of his quick jabbing thrusts. He fucked her hard and fast, her head banging against the headboard of the four-poster bed. Her head was now hanging off the bed as he continued to plough into her, digging deep with each lasting thrust. When he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer as the volcano of molten lava edged closer to eruption he wrapped his arms around Hermione’s back, lifting her from the bed and plunging his tongue into her m mouth. Three deep thrusts and Hermione was moaning wildly in his ear, his climax on cue with hers. When it was all over, her body fell limp in his arms. He laid Hermione on the bed and then collapsed next to her throwing his hands behind his head with a satisfied smirk. Minutes passed as the pair remained silent. Conversation outside of the bedroom was not something they had tackled and conquered, but Draco felt at ease this time around the Gryffindor witch.

“Bloody amazing,” She finally said.

“Memorable enough?”

“Hard to say since I don’t have anything to compare it to,” Hermione said rolling over on her elbow and chuckling under her breath.

“You loved it.”

“Yeah but I’m just an inexperienced Gryffindor. What do I know?”

“Guess we will know for sure when you start following me around begging for my cock again.”

“Not likely to happen.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I have to leave University and go back to work.” Draco looked at her quizzically. Here he found a girl who he had thought he would be fucking all year and now she had to go. While he was pumping her only moments earlier he had decided that maybe he would drop a couple of his female play toys in favor of spending more time with Granger. This pretty much sucked for Draco, with Hermione leaving. A girl who was brave enough to make a Malfoy submit to her was worthy of an upgraded status in his book.

“I didn’t want to tell Ginny because she was still getting over her break up with Harry and her brothers death and all. She needs this place. I don’t really though.”

“I see. Well good luck I guess.”

“I didn’t mean that as callously as it came out. My boss passed on. He was quite old. In any case, I’ve been promoted to lead prosecutor. I leave tomorrow.” Draco was quiet, thinking about what she expected him to say next. This came as a surprise and he was at a loss for words. Good thing he had used his time wisely with Hermione. If he had waited a couple days longer, none of this would have ever happened. She would be mudblood Granger,annoying, bushy haired Gryffindor girl and he would be taunting sexy Slytherin God Draco Malfoy, which was not altogether bad, but fucking Hermione was far better and a more valuable way of spending his time. “What are you thinking?” Hermione said twirling her finger in the hair that fell down over his forehead.

“I’m thinking that the Professor who teaches Mixed House Marriages is a complete idiot. All his babble about respecting each other’s attributes. Complete waste of breath. It’s all bullshit.”

“And why are you thinking about that of all things?”

“Because with you leaving I’m going to have to drop the class.” Draco examined Hermione’s expression and he knew right away that she had the wrong idea. “Oh, don’t be thinking that. I took the class because it looked like it would be easy and I wouldn’t have any work to do.”

“Malfoy?” Hermione said with a tone that made Draco uncomfortable, like something heavy was coming.

“Granger.”

“Do you think maybe all that stuff in Mixed House Marriages was maybe right and that we are the wrong ones? I think all of us that went through the war are dealing with a lot of baggage. It’s like we are trying desperately to regain that control that we had taken away by Voldemort. The only difference is how each of us goes about getting that control back. For you and the Slytherin boys it’s the Game you all play. I mean, while it’s a bit provocative and slightly disturbing if you don’t understand it, and it would probably pretty much shut down this institution if word ever leaked out about it, it’s actually a really good thing you did for them. I mean they could be out torturing muggles and just causing all kinds of havoc, much worse then what they are doing now,” Draco rolled his eyes feeling slightly proud to be a Slytherin but laughing at the lengths outsiders would go to give Slytherin a bad name.

“Minus Blaise. He stepped over the line and I will deal with him,” Draco quipped.

“Yes, definitely minus Blaise. But all in all Draco, I think as head of your sick and twisted friends you might have done something good, as convoluted as that logic is.” Draco’s head was spinning as he listened to Hermione talk. Had she just complimented him? Draco wasn’t daft. He knew that if Potter and the administrator’s caught on about The Game he would be booted from the school. He knew it was dangerous and not considered moral by the Wizarding community yet he did agree with Hermione. “I mean, maybe I’m just as twisted as all the other war veterans though. Maybe what we are doing here is wrong and what Professor Hillyplank teaches in Mixed Marriages is right. I just don’t know. What do you think?”

“I think you think too much.” Hermione laughed when he said that and rested her head on his chest. Draco reluctantly put a comforting arm around her. “It’s all bullshit Hermione. What works for one couple from different houses isn’t going to work for every couple. That’s my opinion. And if he’s teaching garbage then what he says about our war torn behavior is bullshit too.”

“Well…I do have to say that I am going to miss you,” she said.

“Me too.” Hermione’s eyes lit up. “You have totally hot tits, and the rest of you isn’t bad either.”

“Isn’t bad?” Hermione hit him in the face with a pillow.

“Right. Now you will pay.” Draco flipped her over on her stomach and snapped the cuffs around her wrists above her head. Hermione squirmed and pretended she wanted to get away but Draco mounted her from behind and shoved himself into her wetness once again. “We have to celebrate your promotion. It wouldn’t be fitting to let you leave without having my big cock in you one more time.” Hermione moaned into the pillow under his touch.

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