Sins

A/N: Thanks for all the great welcome back reviews. Can't wait to get more of your hot love. ~wink wink~ I hope you enjoy the chapter, sorry for any and all gramatical errors. I no longer have a Beta. Merry Christmas everyone.

Warnings: Rather bland chapter. More sex in chapter 10

9. Sins Shared

The rest of Christmas holiday passed quickly for Draco. He spent most of his days catching up on his studies and pleasing his Mistress. He had only had to deal with Potter a hand full of times, and even that was tolerable since as long as he behaved he was allowed to reach his orgasm. He was almost disappointed when the other students returned to school. Until he was struck with an amusing idea.

The first morning of winter classes he waited until all the other boys from his year had left for breakfast, all but one. He knew Zambini’s schedule, it never changed. He was the last to shower, and the last to dress in the morning. He didn’t want the others to see the self inflicted bruises he wore. The boy wasn’t clumsy or suicidal, he was a self sadist, who had once asked Draco to help him get off.

“How was your Christmas?” Draco asked casually once he was sure they were alone.

The dark skinned youth simply shrugged his shoulders. “Yours?”

“Not bad. All things considered. Spent most of the Holiday finding out how it is you always want to feel.”

That had the other boy’s attention. “Death Eaters?”

“Hogwarts students.”

Blaise laughed and went back to putting together his school bag. “That’s what? Getting tied to a bed and having her dig her nails into your chest?”

“Never was tied to a bed, been suspended from the ceiling. Had charms put on me that kept me from reaching orgasm while I was balls deep in the girl, one of her other guys buried to the hilt inside of me. Whipped, beaten to an inch of my life.”

“Stop fucking with me Malfoy.” The other boy snapped, a look of need in his dark brown eyes.

“It’s an acquired taste isn’t it? Being a bisexual masochistic sub. Did you like it the first time it happened to you? Or did it scare you?” Draco pressed.

“It scared me, but it was nothing like what you’re talking about. I’ve never had a mistress like that, one that was really willing to hurt me, I mean really. That’s why I stopped looking, started taking care of things myself. But you know that.”

“Have you ever been down on another guy?” Draco was finally going to ask what he wanted to know. He was tired of just beating around the bush.

“Yeah, a few times. Wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but I don’t know how girls do it all the time. Why?”

“My Mistress, she has the one that’s equal to her, and then me and another. The other doesn’t want to admit that he’s really just her sub, and keeps trying to prove he’s better then me. Wants me to suck him off. Like I ever would, the bastard. But I was thinking of trying with my Master, her equal.” Draco admitted sheepishly, suddenly he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to be talking about his thoughts to anyone.

“Sounds kinky. It’s not hard unless you want to try and deep throat him. If that’s the case you better find something to practice on before hand so you can get rid of your gag reflex.” Blaise admitted, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. The conversation was giving him a hard on, but he couldn’t get enough of it. What he really wanted was to know who Draco had given himself to.

“I don’t know if that’s something I’d be trying. The man is huge. I’m surprised more women aren’t scared of the thing in his pants. I just wanted your opinion. You were the only person I knew that I could talk to about this.”

“So who is she? Your Mistress, who is she?” Blaise pressed.

“I can’t tell you. But I can tell her about you. See if she’s interested in adding another to her collection.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Yeah. It’s not like I’m not sharing her three ways already. She’s insatiable anyway.”

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Hermione watched her Slytherin Prince walk into the great hall talking in hushed voices with Blaise Zambini. She quirked a brow, curious as to what they were talking about the first day of quarter. She doubted it was homework, and if her little pet was letting slip the details of his holiday she would have to punish him severely.

It turned out that she didn’t have to wait long before she found out just what was on the blonde’s mind. After her last class of the day she saw him waiting for her at the doors to the library.

Walking through the doors she glanced in his direction before making her way to her favorite table in the back of the library. Less then five minutes later she saw him nervously make his way down the rows of book to kneel beside her chair.

“Please don’t be mad at me Mistress.” He said in a small voice.

“What have you done that would make me angry?” She asked.

“I told Blaise about you. But please, before you punish me, let me explain.” He finished in a rush, he could feel her anger rising. “He’s into this kind of stuff. The only reason he wanted to join the Death Eaters was because he heard my Aunt was sadistic. He wants to belong to a truly dominant woman more then anything, and he’s tried things I’ve never done. I told him I had a Mistress, but I didn’t tell him who. I wanted to ask him, about what it was like, to give a blow job. He wanted to know what it was like to have to beg for release and be told no. What it was like to be hit so hard that you vomit blood on impact. He wanted to know what it was like to truly feel pain, not just the Cruciatus Curse. He wanted to know who you were, but I told him I couldn’t tell, but I said I’d ask, if you would be willing to take him on as one of your slaves.”

Hermione listened to his explanation. “Why did you want to know what it was like to give a blow job? Thinking about finally giving Harry what he so desperately wants?”

Draco shook his head. “Master Ron.”

“Is not into men. In any way. He’d never allow you that close to his penis. However, for being such a bad little pet… I think it’s about time you opened that pretty little mouth of yours for Harry, since you obviously have trouble keeping it closed.” Hermione interjected, looking sternly at the blond kneeling at her feet. “As for your friend Zambini, I don’t feel like breaking another slave in at the moment. And I do not trust his intentions. So my answer is no.”

“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.” Draco muttered as he waited to be dismissed, his talk with her had gone far worse then he had hoped. He could only guess that she had, had a bad day, and that his was only going to get worse.

Hermione went back to her book, for the moment ignoring the blond that still knelt at her feet, but soon movement caught her eye and she looked up to catch a glimpse of who she could only guess was Blaise Zambini trying not to be seen. “How long have you been standing there?” She asked, just loud enough for him to hear.

Draco looked up in shock as he saw Blaise step out from where he had been hiding. Now he was really in trouble, she would have to erase his memory of everything he had seen and heard, which would just make her that much more upset.

Blaise would have never believed that the stories Draco had told him during meals were about the Golden Trio. The three were suppose to be so good and wholesome that they would never dream of doing the kinds of things Draco had described. But faced with Hermione Granger, the real girl, not the one she pretended to be, he found himself humbled. “I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have followed him, I just, I’m sorry Ma’am.”

“You didn’t answer my question Zambini. How long have you been standing there?” Hermione asked again, her wand in hand.

Looking at his watch he sighed, “Just under five minutes.”

“I should just take your memory of the entire day. Keep you from trying this little stunt again.”

“Please don’t, I… I need what Draco told me. It gives me something to imagine, he has what I want. I heard you tell him no, that you wouldn’t have me. But the stories he told me, they’re something I can hold onto.”

“You’re rather screwed up aren’t you Zambini?” Hermione asked, her eyebrow quirking as she looked him over. He was obviously aroused, and her perusal of him only seemed to make him more so.

“Have been for years Ma’am.” He answered, his throat dry, his breath leaving him in short ragged pants. He needed her approval, or her disapproval. He just needed the hard, demanding dominance he saw in her eyes.

“Pet you may go. But both you and your little friend are to meet me in the astronomy tower at midnight. Don’t be late.”

Draco nodded and walked out with Blaise right behind him. “I’m not sure whether I should thank you, or kick your ass Blaise. So I’ll decide tomorrow.”

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angeles: I'm glad you love this story, so do I. And there will be lots more to come, I promise.

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