Care to Play?

Draco received a note from Hermione telling him to meet her in the room of requirement at midnight that night. It had been a week since they had met. Since they had finally given in after playing this game. Since they had let carnal needs take over and they had taken to each other in a cluster fuck of bodily fluids. He felt a shiver of desire run through his body at his description. There really was no way to put it other then that.



They had stayed in the room for some time after they had sex, just relaxing and holding each other. Draco was a bit confused about her comments. He had thought they discarded the pretext of the game but apparently she wanted to continue. Maybe she was just experimental and liked games. He had no problems with that. Her confidence and willingness to try new things was exciting to him.



He would play any game she wanted and maybe he would come up with a few of his own, depending on what her move would be. He dressed with a nervousness, but an anxiousness to know what she planned. If they were still keeping score then it was her move, she was right about that.



The thought of continuing to play chess was intriguing and knowing that they didn’t have any other reason for this game other then they just wanted a reason to play was a turn on. He smiled as he looked in the mirror to check his appearance and left Slytherin house.



He made it to the room without any problems, and entered quickly. He saw what the room had conjured up for her. It was a bedroom but one he hadn’t seen before. It was colored in ivory and shades of burgundies. He looked out the window and saw a park but it was unfamiliar to him.



“It’s my room at home.” She said from behind him. He turned and saw her wearing a white thin strapped nightgown, her hair falling down around her shoulders. She was beautiful.



He looked out the window again briefly to gain control of his mind again, then looked back at her. “Yes I thought I might be, I don’t recognize any of this.” He said gesturing to the outside world. “If I may ask, why here?”



She looked directly in the eye and said, “I thought it would be nice to have a memory to think of when I go back home. That way every time I’m in this room I can……..” She stopped speaking.



“You can think of me?” He asked. She game him a nod. He took a step forward and held out a hand which she eagerly accepted. “So what type of memory are we creating?” He asked.



“Well, I did have something in mind, that is if you still enjoy a game of chess.” She said with a twinkle in her eyes.



He held out his arms, offering up his body. “It’s your move.” She smiled and took his hand.



“I will need your cooperation though.” She told him, walking him over to the side of the bed.



“Well, you will find most men are very cooperative when it comes to this particular situation.” He told her.



She took a step back and watched him. “Take off your clothes.” She ordered and slowly he complied.



He removed his shoes and socks first, never taking his eyes from hers. In no time at all he was naked and stood there letting her look at him. She approached him and with a flick of her wand pulled the covers off the bed.



“Lie down.” She told him.



He climbed on the bed and sat. “You aren’t going to take that off?” He asked nodding to his head to her night gown.



“In due time Draco, in due time. Lie all the way down.” He reclined on the bed, letting his head relax on the pillow. She opened the drawer and slipped her hand in grabbing something, but pausing before removing her hand. “Do you trust me Draco?” She asked.



“Trust is a serious topic.” He said.



“Do you trust me now, in this room, playing this game?” She asked.



He looked at her. Her face had gone serious and he knew that what she had in mind would put him at a disadvantage. Not knowing what she had in mind however made it all the more intriguing, but he still had to lay down some ground rules.



“You stop when I say so, no matter what. Nothing leaves this room, and do nothing that leaves permanent damage.” She nodded. “Then yes, I trust you, do what you will.” He let his head fall back against the pillow.



She pulled her hand out and Draco immediately recognized the gold and red Gryffindor ties. She crawled over him and straddled his lap. She was going to tie him up. The little vixen was going to tie him up. And he was going to let her.



She took his wrist and lifted it above his head to the corner of the bed frame, securing it with a tie. She took the other wrist and secured it as well, Draco was close enough in smell her, and watched her breasts sway about under her gown as she tied him down.



She sat up and looked down at him. Easing her nightgown up and over her head, she tossed it aside and held herself with pride as his eyes roamed over her body. Lifting her hands she cupped her breasts and ran her thumbs over her nipples, hardening them for his sight.



He inhaled sharply and tugged at the ties but she had made sure he was held down tightly. Hermione leaned down and with a little effort managed to flick her tongue across her own nipple. She rose up on her knees, leaving a space between her body and his. Sliding her hands downward she slipped a hand over her mound.



“Merlin, Hermione.” He whispered as her hands slid back and forth, bringing her fingers up once to run them down her tongue. Draco found it hard to breathe. Her back was arched, her breasts heaving as she moaned while touching herself.



She backed up and rose off him, taking his cock in hand and stroked him as she kept her hand between her own legs. Draco let his head fall back and gave in to her attentions. He pulled on the ties again, but he wasn’t freed.



She turned around and for a moment he was treated to a view of her ass. He realized he had held it in his hands many times but never took the time to look closer at the curvature she offered.



He sucked in a breathe she lowered herself onto his cock. He watched her ass flex as she rolled over him, her hair falling down in glorious curls as she raised and lowered on his erection.



Draco let out moans and groans of every volume as he watched her lean down. She lowered her breasts between his calves, he could feel the soft globes on his skin as she gripped his ankles. She lifted her hips and then lowered them. From this angle he could see himself sliding in and out of her. His cock was glistening with her fluids, the scent drove him mad.



“Hermione turn around.” He cried out. He had to see her, it was too much.



She sat up again and rolled slowly back and forth over him looking over her shoulder. “Why?” She asked sweetly. “Aren’t you enjoying this?”



“Merlin knows I am, but I want to see you.” He told her, thrusting upward slightly.



He watched her as she rose off him, letting his cock slap on his stomach in a wet flop. Turning around she mounted him again and slid down to take him deeply. She rocked her body, slowly quickly, changing pace and depth, sometimes lifting her body, sometimes keeping him deep, always changing until she found one she liked.



Leaning down, she let her nipples brush against his chest as she let her hips thrust forward fast and hard. Dropping her head, she panted against Draco’s shoulder as she pushed her body onward. Draco twisted his hand and gripped the silk ties tightly as he pulled.



Hermione was so close and she took everything he had to offer. His grunts filled her ears as she curled her back and thrust against him, coming hard and bathing him in her juice.



When she regained her breathing she still felt the tension in his body. Rising up she looked down at him, strung so tight he would looked ready to snap. She let her hands fall to the side and began rocking her hips again.



Draco’s neck began tensing and Hermione saw the veins throb. She moved faster, anxious to see him feel what she had felt. She worked her his harder and harder. She felt his body lifting with her, and she smiled to herself as he howled out, arching his whole body up to her. His face flushed red with the effort and the sweat on his body made the veins shine as they throbbed.



He collapsed nearly a minute later, his whole body limp and weightless. Hermione leaned over and freed the ties from the frame but not from his wrists. Seeing her red and gold around his skin was a delight.



Draco didn’t know how long he laid there but it felt good. Hermione was cuddled up next to him, an arm across his chest. She liked that position he noticed and he didn’t mind at all. He held her hand and chuckled out when she took the tie and pulled his arm this way and that.



“Is this my lease?” He joked.



“A lease? I hadn’t thought about a lease.” She told him laughing.



“Well don’t, I can handle being tied down but a rope around the neck I think I would have issues with.” He said, yanking the silk from her hand but still not talking the ties off.



“Ok no leashes.” She agreed. When he fell silent she let him have a moment then spoke. “What’s the matter? She asked quietly.



“It’s nothing.” He said but failed to convince her.



“Come on. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s worth talking about if it’s worth thinking about.” She said.



“Just a thought, but I don’t want to spoil the moment.” He said, his voice suddenly worried.



“You won’t,” she reassured, him snuggling closer. “In this room we don’t have to worry about arguments or hurt feelings. We can talk and listen. I won’t be hurt by what you think.” She hoped she would be able to keep to that statement.



“I was thinking how I’ve been told never to trust someone like you , let alone trust or get this close.” He admitted.



“You mean a muggleborn?” She ventured.



“Yes,” it pained him to admit it but he told her the truth, “I’ve been told my whole life that I’m better then you, worth more then you, superior. I’ve been told an attraction to you wasn’t possible, but here I am.”



She didn’t know quite what to say. “Are you ashamed?” She asked. “I’d understand if you are.”



“Why would you understand that?” He asked her, shifting his head to look at her.



“Because it’s in your character. Would you have initiated this if I hadn’t made a move on the train?” She asked, staying calm.



“I doubt it.” He said.



“So it goes without saying that you would have continued to feel the same. Tell me Draco, why did you play with me. You could have called this off at any moment, especially knowing that you have been thinking this way? Why carry on and go as far with me as you have?”



“Well, two reasons. It seemed like fun to make the last school year interesting. It has been fun.” He said with a wink. She giggled and nodded. He was silent for the longest time, then he spoke in barely a whisper. “It feels good to be wanted for something other then my name or money. To be wanted just for me is a novelty and I didn’t want to give it up.”



She rested her head on his chest and relaxed with him. Together without a word they lay there in her bed from home.