Learning Her Ropes

TITLE: Learning Her Ropes

CHAPTER: One – Something in His Kiss

AUTHOR: Zephyr

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: D/Hr

SUMMARY: Draco has been acting strangely and Hermione wants to find out why but she ends up getting more than she bargained for.

WARNINGS: This fic contains images of discipline, bondage, sadism, masochism, Dominance and submission but does follow the rules of Safe, Sane and Consensual. If you don’t like images of this nature please turn back now. The story will only delve deeper into the kinks of a Male Dom and a Female sub. I can only promise that as tame as it begins that by the time I’m done not many kinks will be left to explore.

A/N: Thank you to Gryfforin (WBD *snort*giggle*) for listening to me flesh this rabid bunnie out. Suggestions for fer ker kinks are welcome.

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Hermione leaned against the bookcase in shock. She was standing deep within the cases in Flourish and Blott’s with her heart pounding a hundred miles an hour. Her chosen purchases were scattered on the floor at her feet. For the first time in her life she was utterly speechless.


Just five minutes before she had been browsing the stacks for another tome on 18th century potions brewing when she had bumped into a solid mass. She opened her mouth to apologize but the words never escaped her lips.


A strong leather gloved hand grasped her chin firmly forcing her eyes upwards into piercing grey. A moment passed and Hermione felt heat flood her body when the gloved fingers pressed harder into her jaw.


Her eyes fluttered shut when demanding lips met hers in a forceful kiss. She willingly opened to the wet swipes of the seeking tongue and sank deeper into the firm hold on her face. Just as suddenly she felt bereft though her chin was still in that firm leather hand.


“Very nice, Granger.” He rubbed his leather-encased thumb over her lips just once before he released her and disappeared just as suddenly as he had arrived.


Hermione shook her head and let a violent shudder pass through her. She would never understand Draco Malfoy, never in a hundred years.


It wasn’t the first time he had cornered her like that. The first time was the last Hogsmeade visit of seventh year. She had just left the ladies’ room of the Three Broomsticks when she found her back pressed against the wall in the narrow hall on her way back to the bar room and her hands scooped up above her head, captured there in one strong hand. A single soul-searing kiss and she was released setting the pattern for every time after. As always he was gone in a flurry of robes and she was too late coming to her senses. Something about his kiss made her forceful, brilliant mind shut down and become nothing more than a pile of submissive goo.


She couldn’t take it any more, this cat and mouse game. She had to know what was going on. Hermione left the books on the floor where they fell and rushed in the direction of the door. She caught a flash of telltale blond hair passing just out the doorway and she hurried to follow. He was walking briskly down Diagon Alley and she almost lost sight of him when he turned down the dark passage that led to Knockturn Alley.


“Malfoy. Wait!” Hermione called.


The wizard in question stopped and slowly turned toward her. His grey eyes piercing through her as he raised an eyebrow in question. But before she could speak, he had her pressed up against the alley wall.


“If you want to know more- if you want to know why I keep doing this- you’ll come to me.” He flicked a card up into his hand and she shivered as he ran the corner down her cheek, over her neck and finally slipped it inside the collar of her robes.


Once again, he left her breathless and alone.


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Hermione looked again at the card clutched in her hand. It had been a portkey that had activated directly at the time that he had written. She was deep within Knockturn Alley, too far to call for help. This was truly the point of no return.


She looked up at the dark building. It looked like it could have been a residence but for the sign hanging just over the door. Désirs d'Obscurité it read. It wasn’t the name that tipped her off but the animated witch writhing next to the elegant words that told her that the place was a brothel or some other den for sexual deviants. If he thought this was going to scare her off he had another thing coming. She wasn’t a Gryffindor for nothing. Hermione squared her shoulders, stepped up to the door and pushed it open.


Hermione didn’t know what to make of the place. Inside it looked like she had stepped into a richly appointed receiving room, not some seedy brothel or gentlemen’s club. A woman a few years older than herself stepped up to her and mutely took her cloak from her shoulders then escorted her further inside the building. Hermione had the feeling that she was expected.


As an after thought, Hermione noticed that the woman’s robes were finely made and well cut, flattering the curves of her body. The second thing Hermione noticed was that the woman wore a circlet of silver around her neck. On first glance it looked like a fine wrought necklace but on second glance Hermione found she couldn’t see a clasp that would release the necklace from her throat. Odd that.


Without a word the woman left her alone in a lavish bedchamber. She mutely took in the room. Under her feet was a soft, dove grey carpet and the walls were covered in what looked like a rich burgundy brocade. Then her eyes were drawn to a mahogany four-poster bed that looked large enough to sleep a small family comfortably. It was covered in a blanket that looked like it had every shade of red in it from the deep red of heart blood to bright fire red to a soft red that looked almost purple in the soft light of the room.


Before Hermione could even contemplate leaving, the door opened again. There he was. Draco Malfoy. Hermione’s eyebrows rose when she saw that he was undressed or rather dressed for bed. Her eyes raked over him, from his slippered feet; over the loose black silk pants that rode low on his hips; over the heavy, quilted silk robe framed his naked chest.


“I’m sorry,” Hermione said softly. “You’re ready for bed. I’ll-- just go.”


Hermione crossed the room but his hand curled around her elbow as she tried to walk by him to the door.

“But I don’t want you to go,” he whispered in her ear as he moved to stand behind her.


Hermione shivered as his fingers trailed up her back and over her neck. She sighed when his hand fisted in her hair at the base of her neck. Gently he pulled her head unt until it rested on his shoulder and her neck was bared to him.


“Anytime you want me to stop, Granger, just say Potter’s name,” he whispered before his lips descended to her neck.


Hermione gasped when his teeth sank into her skin just hard enough to ignite a flame that threatened to turn her to nothing but ashes. She could feel her body burning up from the inside out. That is what surprised her the most- the fact that she was burning for Draco Malfoy of all peo


“Why me?” she asked breathlessly as his lips traveled to her ear.


“Because I have wanted you for so very long, Granger.” He spun her around and pressed her up against the wall. Again he caught her chin in that hard unyielding grip and he captured her eyes with his before he spoke again. “I want you under me, screaming my name. I want to teach you about the thin line between pleasure and pain. I want to master you even as you hold my heart in your hands.” Then he said something that she never expected to hear from his lips, a line from one of her favorite muggle movies. "Just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave."


“Rule me? Be my slave?” Hermione whispered trying to make sense of the words.


Draco ran his hands down her arms. He grasped her hands lightly and gently drew them over her head. With her wrists crossed and held in one hand he began to flick each button of her robes out of their holes. Soon her robes were hanging open by her shoulders. She was nearly naked but for her bra and knickers. With his free hand he gently lifted her breast from the confines of her bra and then cupped her in his hand. It was then she noticed that despite his sleeping attire his hands were still encased in the tight black leather gloves he wore earlier that day at Flourish and Blott’s. He dipped his head and took her nipple in his mouth. Hermione squirmed as he tugged on her with his lips and she gasped when his teeth grazed her skin. She could feel her flesh tightening under his ministrations and she audibly moaned when he bit down. Every touch, every bite was bringing her higher, making her feel heavier, hotter.


“Please,” she whispered though she hadn’t a clue what she was asking for.


Draco drew her away from the wall and took her robes from her shoulders and finally removed her bra as well. He led her to the large bed and helped her settle into the center of the wooden monstrosity. Again he drew her hands over her head and as he gently bound each wrist in the soft burgundy ropes that matched everything else in the room he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

membmember, love, to make everything stop, all you have to say is Potter’s name.”


Hermione held her breath in a moment of fear when he raised his wand but gasped softly when he whispered “Interstrinere”. Hermione felt a tightening at her nipples as if he had attached something to them that was squeezing them tight. Draco climbed onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. Hermione didn’t think to fight him as he drew her panties down her legs the spread her legs wide baring her core to him. He muttered the charm once more and Hermione felt the almost uncomfortable constriction settle on her clit as well. She strained against the ropes that bound her wrists and her body writhed.


“Oh fuck,” Hermione swore.


“Are you going to come for me, Hermione?”


“Please,” she begged instinctively, knowing that only he could end her sweet torment.


She let out a moa moan when she felt his gloved fingers thrust inside her, roughly, harshly, again and again. The slick leather produced a lush sense of pain just on the right side of pleasure. Her hips bucked off the mattress to meet his hand trying to assuage her growing arousal.


“Ask me for it, Hermione,” he said softly bringing her attention to him again.


“Please, Malfoy. Let me come,” Hermione gasped out.


“Try again, Hermione. I’m sure you can find the right words that will end your torture,” he said into her ear.


Hermione growled low in her throat. “Please, Draco. Let me come. Please. Please. Please.”


“That will do this time, Hermione. Finite Incantatem. Come for me.” With his words Hermione shuddered uncontrollably. The tremors coursed through her body as the restriction charms released on her nipples and clit sent her further off on the waves of her orgasm. Hermione came back to herself with her hands free once more and Draco Malfoy smoothing her hair away from her face.


“That is only a taste of what I can give you, Hermione,” he told her softly as he pulled a duvet over them, “sleep now. I’ll show you more of what I have to offer in the morning.”


Hermione nodded drowsily and snuggled closer to his warm body and was soon fast asleep.


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END NOTES:

Désirs d'Obscurité - French for Dark Desires

The Quote is from the Labyrinth, Please don't ragg on this just yet it *will* be explained

Interstrinere - Latin meaning to squeeze tight

Please R&R.