Temptation\'s Frustration
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Adult ++
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9,221
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Temptation's Frustration
Pairing: Hermione/Draco/Blaise perhaps more to come??? I haven\'t finished this story yet.
Chapter: 1/? (probably 2 or 3 total)
Rating: R now, NC-17 later
Disclaimer: Seriously, would JKR do this to these characters? Please don\'t hate me cuz I\'m dirty.
A/Ns:
This was written in response to a challenge at the quiet_ones live journal.
Must include: Some part of the holiday\'s and kink.
Warnings: Darkfic. Kink in the form of Sadomasochism for this chapter. All characters are school aged although I haven\'t specified exactly how old they are. Go with whatever you feel most comfortable I guess.
This is my first posting here. Please be gentle...unless you\'re going to use a leather paddle or something. ;)
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**** denotes character\'s memories of past events beginning and ending. If anyone knows how to make italics here, please let me know, because I\'d rather use that for thoughts, but html and bb code aren\'t working.
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The wood of the table creaked slightly beneath her weight and her tightly clenched fingers. Her lip was bitten firmly between her teeth, her breath refusing to escape despite the burning in her lungs.
“I didn’t hear that one Granger.” He said with no mercy in his voice.
“Eight, sir.” She yelled out.
“Mmm. Better. Forget it again, and I’ll add another 10.”
She remembered quite clearly how it began, she just can’t say why. Of course she has analyzed it from every angle, but all she can ever come up with is that she’s gone stark raving mad. She knows the first time it happened: every single detail, every sound, every touch, and every smell in the air. She remembers how hot her face felt, flushed with embarrassment, the stinging in her ass as she ran away with her heels clacking loudly against the stone tiles. She remembers going back to her room and touching herself like she never had before; rough, fingers deep inside, shouting out his name as she came. It was just so wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But gods if it wasn’t the best feeling she ever had.
So, she goes back for more. Again and again, against her better judgment, and rationalizations, and he is always waiting for her with that cocky grin. He knows her, perhaps more intimately than her best friends. He knows what she aches for, what she needs, her deepest secrets are his.
*crack* She is startled out of her recollections.
“Nine!” She shouts out. Her eyes burn, her arse burns, her wool skirt is bunched up around her middle and itching terribly, and her body aches from holding this position for what seems like ages but it’s the best she’s felt all week. She almost smiles, but wouldn’t dare. His fingers caress feather light touches up her thighs, over her white cotton panties that are pulled half-way down her legs, up to the swell of her buttocks. He leans over her and she only wants to push back against him.
“So pink and warm.” He says, tickling the back of her neck with his breath.
She can feel his breaths coming quicker than his usually steady even ones and she could swear that she feels him hard against her backside. Gods does she want to turn around and stare into those silver-grey eyes. She can’t imagine him looking like anything but the picture of self-control but, oh his voice, it sounds like that of someone standing on the edge of a cliff.
“You’re wet, aren’t you Granger?” She closes her eyes and pictures the smirk she knows he wears. Draco slides his fingers down to the space between her legs and her breath catches in her throat as he pauses without touching her. “You want me to touch you there.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“Do you touch yourself when you leave here, mudblood whore?” Draco demands roughly pinning her to the table. She shivers with excitement and then mentally reprimands herself as she feels herself getting even wetter as the words ‘mudblood whore’. He pulls away suddenly leaving her feeling so cold and alone that she wants to scream. “I asked you a question.”
“Y-yes.” She replies knowing that he will know if she is lying.
“You will not tonight.” He says sure. “You will not unless you have my permission. Do you understand this?” His face is tight, expressionless. The way it always is when he is overwhelmed by his emotions.
“Yes.” She says angrily. She’s not stupid, he doesn’t need to ask if she understands and now she’s in an entirely foul mood because, well, it’s just not fair!
*crack* She winces, not expecting that one in the least.
“Ten!” She yells out through gritted teeth and by the time she is done with that one word she can hear him sliding his leather belt through the loops of his pants.
“Have a happy Christmas.” He lets out a short laugh and then she listens to his footsteps walking easily away.
The hot tears prick at her eyes as she gently stands up onto her weary legs. She hadn’t even though of that. She wouldn’t see him next week because they would be home for Christmas break. Oh, what was this torture that he had condemned her to?
Her panties feel more like sandpaper than the soft cotton that they are as she pulls them over her bruised arse. She pushes her skirt down and wipes the tears from her eyes as she lets out a frustrated breath. She knows it’s going to be a long night.
****“What are you doing down here?” He hissed. “For supposedly being the brightest witch of your age, you sure are a stupid girl.” Hermione whirled around, a classic slytherin sneer graced Draco’s features. Hermione’s heart hammered in her ears. She knew she was in trouble this time. She lifted her chin anyway. She wouldn’t let him see that she was scared.
“I was looking for Professor Snape.” She said sounding more confident as she felt. Draco’s snickering made her want to run.
“For what? A midnight rendezvous?” Draco held her eyes. “We both know that Professor Snape wouldn’t meet with you here during the day, let alone in the middle of the night. In fact, I think he would find it quite interesting that you are once again in his personal potions room, with his locked ingredient’s closet.”
“As I’m sure he would find it interesting to find you here as well.”
“I’ve been Snape’s potions assistant since the beginning of the year Granger. I set out the ingredients for the next day’s classes. Everyone knows it. But perhaps you can’t see anything past that mange you call hair.” Hermione huffed and went to walk past him as he grabbed her upper arm in his hand.
“Let go of me!” She screeched.
“I just have one question.” He whispered. Her eyes narrowed and she nodded briefly as his grip loosened. “How many points are Gryffindor ahead of Slytherin in the house standings?” She stared at him dumbly.
“Twenty-three.” She stated.
“Won’t they all be so disappointed when you lose them fifty points? Unless Snape’s finally had enough and makes it an even hundred.” He smiled. “How embarrassing.”
She looked down at her feet. The whole school would know for sure. Malfoy would again be the Slytherin hero.****
Draco walks into his dimly lit room, shedding his clothing except for his slacks, and leans his head against the cool wall. He is shaking. He can’t believe he is shaking. What is that stupid whore doing to his head?
“Draco. Where have you been?” He hears Blaise’s soft voice calling out to him and skin against silk as he slides out of bed. Soft hands slide gently up Draco’s back, warmth spreading out from wherever they touch. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong?” Blaise’s arm wraps around Draco’s middle as he leans his whole body into his, gently laying kisses against Draco’s bare shoulders.
Draco says nothing. He is still feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins from his time with Hermione. He can’t block out the visions dancing before his eyes. Her white blouse stretched tight, her arse in the air, her vulnerability that she shows only to him. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to fuck her and make her scream and scream. He didn’t want to hold back. How dare she make him lose control like that? He felt regret and he didn’t even do anything. How ridiculous!
“I haven’t seen you like this since…in a long time.” Blaise says, trying to get Draco to say anything at all. “Did someone…” He stops mid-sentence as Draco turns around in his arms. His eyes are dark, wild.
Draco stares at his sweet innocent Blaise who doesn’t belong here in the dungeons with him. Blaise’s suntanned skin in the middle of December, his onyx eyes, and soft chocolate curls was everything that he was not. Draco laughs. Everything is so horribly fucked up again and it’s all his fault.
He grabs Blaise roughly and gives him a punishing kiss, brutally turning and pushing him against the wall. He barely registers Blaise’s head hitting the stone with a dull thud, he’s wound too tight. Blaise holds Draco close as the passionate punishment crescendos. Draco squeezes Blaise’s skin tightly beneath his hands, pushing against him with his whole body, biting and clawing like an animal.
“It hurts.” Blaise finally says, in a whimper.
“It’s supposed to.” Draco says maliciously.
****“That hurts!” She squeals.
“It’s supposed to.” Draco says calmly. “It’s called punishment for a reason. Hold still.”
“Hurry up and finish it!” She demands. Draco smiles. She never should have said that, and they both know it. Regret is written on her face.
“You wanted this Granger. Let’s not forget that. You will do as I say or our agreement is null and void.”
“I wanted…?” She huffs angrily. It had been her choice after all. Be reported to Professor Snape or take her punishment here and now. She could deal with the here and now, but the disappointed look of her classmates and Professor Snape’s constant torture throughout the year seemed unbearable. Although, here and now looked like less of a brilliant option as the moments ticked by. One smack to her arse and already she was crawling out of her skin.
He drew it out as long as possible. Nearly an hour went by when she finally received her tenth and final spanking. Something changed in that hour though. She was free. She didn’t once think about the war, or her argument with Ron, or her potion’s paper due in two days. Everything melted away and the pain felt less like torture and more delicious every time he touched her. The way the warmth spread out after every connection. The darkness that crept in just around the edges of her vision field at the second of impact. The way the cool dungeon air felt against her heated skin. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Draco was making her feel alive again.
Draco wouldn’t admit it either, but he was feeling quite the same way. The control he held over her was delectable. He wanted to draw it out forever. When he was here, it was just them, and no one else. The world, the war, his father, the death-eaters were all gone. Erased for the briefest of moments.****
“Stop.” Blaise said, gently pushing Draco away.
“I didn’t want to stop.” Draco says distant, a faint smile tainting his lips and his eyes are gone again into the madness.
“What?” Blaise says confused. “Oh Draco. What have you done?” Blaise searches Draco’s body as though he’s looking for evidence. Blood on his hands, scratches, anything. And Draco meets his eyes and he’s there again. The madness gone.
“Come to bed, luv. I’m so tired.” Draco says gently lacing his fingers into Blaise’s as he pulls him into the safe green canopy of his bed and curls around him. Blaise watches Draco as he falls into sleep, his face softening. He looks like an angel against the dark emerald fabric. He’s so pale against it, he practically glows. Blaise is worried again about his beloved and stays awake for hours, gently tracing patterns on his back. Poetic words of love and lust, trust and hope, his dreams. A tear forms but refuses to spill.
“I don’t know how to help you Draco.” Blaise whispers as he finally settles down, squeezing his eyes shut until he falls asleep in Draco’s arms.
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TBC...
Feedback and (constructive) suggestions appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Chapter: 1/? (probably 2 or 3 total)
Rating: R now, NC-17 later
Disclaimer: Seriously, would JKR do this to these characters? Please don\'t hate me cuz I\'m dirty.
A/Ns:
This was written in response to a challenge at the quiet_ones live journal.
Must include: Some part of the holiday\'s and kink.
Warnings: Darkfic. Kink in the form of Sadomasochism for this chapter. All characters are school aged although I haven\'t specified exactly how old they are. Go with whatever you feel most comfortable I guess.
This is my first posting here. Please be gentle...unless you\'re going to use a leather paddle or something. ;)
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**** denotes character\'s memories of past events beginning and ending. If anyone knows how to make italics here, please let me know, because I\'d rather use that for thoughts, but html and bb code aren\'t working.
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The wood of the table creaked slightly beneath her weight and her tightly clenched fingers. Her lip was bitten firmly between her teeth, her breath refusing to escape despite the burning in her lungs.
“I didn’t hear that one Granger.” He said with no mercy in his voice.
“Eight, sir.” She yelled out.
“Mmm. Better. Forget it again, and I’ll add another 10.”
She remembered quite clearly how it began, she just can’t say why. Of course she has analyzed it from every angle, but all she can ever come up with is that she’s gone stark raving mad. She knows the first time it happened: every single detail, every sound, every touch, and every smell in the air. She remembers how hot her face felt, flushed with embarrassment, the stinging in her ass as she ran away with her heels clacking loudly against the stone tiles. She remembers going back to her room and touching herself like she never had before; rough, fingers deep inside, shouting out his name as she came. It was just so wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But gods if it wasn’t the best feeling she ever had.
So, she goes back for more. Again and again, against her better judgment, and rationalizations, and he is always waiting for her with that cocky grin. He knows her, perhaps more intimately than her best friends. He knows what she aches for, what she needs, her deepest secrets are his.
*crack* She is startled out of her recollections.
“Nine!” She shouts out. Her eyes burn, her arse burns, her wool skirt is bunched up around her middle and itching terribly, and her body aches from holding this position for what seems like ages but it’s the best she’s felt all week. She almost smiles, but wouldn’t dare. His fingers caress feather light touches up her thighs, over her white cotton panties that are pulled half-way down her legs, up to the swell of her buttocks. He leans over her and she only wants to push back against him.
“So pink and warm.” He says, tickling the back of her neck with his breath.
She can feel his breaths coming quicker than his usually steady even ones and she could swear that she feels him hard against her backside. Gods does she want to turn around and stare into those silver-grey eyes. She can’t imagine him looking like anything but the picture of self-control but, oh his voice, it sounds like that of someone standing on the edge of a cliff.
“You’re wet, aren’t you Granger?” She closes her eyes and pictures the smirk she knows he wears. Draco slides his fingers down to the space between her legs and her breath catches in her throat as he pauses without touching her. “You want me to touch you there.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“Do you touch yourself when you leave here, mudblood whore?” Draco demands roughly pinning her to the table. She shivers with excitement and then mentally reprimands herself as she feels herself getting even wetter as the words ‘mudblood whore’. He pulls away suddenly leaving her feeling so cold and alone that she wants to scream. “I asked you a question.”
“Y-yes.” She replies knowing that he will know if she is lying.
“You will not tonight.” He says sure. “You will not unless you have my permission. Do you understand this?” His face is tight, expressionless. The way it always is when he is overwhelmed by his emotions.
“Yes.” She says angrily. She’s not stupid, he doesn’t need to ask if she understands and now she’s in an entirely foul mood because, well, it’s just not fair!
*crack* She winces, not expecting that one in the least.
“Ten!” She yells out through gritted teeth and by the time she is done with that one word she can hear him sliding his leather belt through the loops of his pants.
“Have a happy Christmas.” He lets out a short laugh and then she listens to his footsteps walking easily away.
The hot tears prick at her eyes as she gently stands up onto her weary legs. She hadn’t even though of that. She wouldn’t see him next week because they would be home for Christmas break. Oh, what was this torture that he had condemned her to?
Her panties feel more like sandpaper than the soft cotton that they are as she pulls them over her bruised arse. She pushes her skirt down and wipes the tears from her eyes as she lets out a frustrated breath. She knows it’s going to be a long night.
****“What are you doing down here?” He hissed. “For supposedly being the brightest witch of your age, you sure are a stupid girl.” Hermione whirled around, a classic slytherin sneer graced Draco’s features. Hermione’s heart hammered in her ears. She knew she was in trouble this time. She lifted her chin anyway. She wouldn’t let him see that she was scared.
“I was looking for Professor Snape.” She said sounding more confident as she felt. Draco’s snickering made her want to run.
“For what? A midnight rendezvous?” Draco held her eyes. “We both know that Professor Snape wouldn’t meet with you here during the day, let alone in the middle of the night. In fact, I think he would find it quite interesting that you are once again in his personal potions room, with his locked ingredient’s closet.”
“As I’m sure he would find it interesting to find you here as well.”
“I’ve been Snape’s potions assistant since the beginning of the year Granger. I set out the ingredients for the next day’s classes. Everyone knows it. But perhaps you can’t see anything past that mange you call hair.” Hermione huffed and went to walk past him as he grabbed her upper arm in his hand.
“Let go of me!” She screeched.
“I just have one question.” He whispered. Her eyes narrowed and she nodded briefly as his grip loosened. “How many points are Gryffindor ahead of Slytherin in the house standings?” She stared at him dumbly.
“Twenty-three.” She stated.
“Won’t they all be so disappointed when you lose them fifty points? Unless Snape’s finally had enough and makes it an even hundred.” He smiled. “How embarrassing.”
She looked down at her feet. The whole school would know for sure. Malfoy would again be the Slytherin hero.****
Draco walks into his dimly lit room, shedding his clothing except for his slacks, and leans his head against the cool wall. He is shaking. He can’t believe he is shaking. What is that stupid whore doing to his head?
“Draco. Where have you been?” He hears Blaise’s soft voice calling out to him and skin against silk as he slides out of bed. Soft hands slide gently up Draco’s back, warmth spreading out from wherever they touch. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong?” Blaise’s arm wraps around Draco’s middle as he leans his whole body into his, gently laying kisses against Draco’s bare shoulders.
Draco says nothing. He is still feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins from his time with Hermione. He can’t block out the visions dancing before his eyes. Her white blouse stretched tight, her arse in the air, her vulnerability that she shows only to him. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to fuck her and make her scream and scream. He didn’t want to hold back. How dare she make him lose control like that? He felt regret and he didn’t even do anything. How ridiculous!
“I haven’t seen you like this since…in a long time.” Blaise says, trying to get Draco to say anything at all. “Did someone…” He stops mid-sentence as Draco turns around in his arms. His eyes are dark, wild.
Draco stares at his sweet innocent Blaise who doesn’t belong here in the dungeons with him. Blaise’s suntanned skin in the middle of December, his onyx eyes, and soft chocolate curls was everything that he was not. Draco laughs. Everything is so horribly fucked up again and it’s all his fault.
He grabs Blaise roughly and gives him a punishing kiss, brutally turning and pushing him against the wall. He barely registers Blaise’s head hitting the stone with a dull thud, he’s wound too tight. Blaise holds Draco close as the passionate punishment crescendos. Draco squeezes Blaise’s skin tightly beneath his hands, pushing against him with his whole body, biting and clawing like an animal.
“It hurts.” Blaise finally says, in a whimper.
“It’s supposed to.” Draco says maliciously.
****“That hurts!” She squeals.
“It’s supposed to.” Draco says calmly. “It’s called punishment for a reason. Hold still.”
“Hurry up and finish it!” She demands. Draco smiles. She never should have said that, and they both know it. Regret is written on her face.
“You wanted this Granger. Let’s not forget that. You will do as I say or our agreement is null and void.”
“I wanted…?” She huffs angrily. It had been her choice after all. Be reported to Professor Snape or take her punishment here and now. She could deal with the here and now, but the disappointed look of her classmates and Professor Snape’s constant torture throughout the year seemed unbearable. Although, here and now looked like less of a brilliant option as the moments ticked by. One smack to her arse and already she was crawling out of her skin.
He drew it out as long as possible. Nearly an hour went by when she finally received her tenth and final spanking. Something changed in that hour though. She was free. She didn’t once think about the war, or her argument with Ron, or her potion’s paper due in two days. Everything melted away and the pain felt less like torture and more delicious every time he touched her. The way the warmth spread out after every connection. The darkness that crept in just around the edges of her vision field at the second of impact. The way the cool dungeon air felt against her heated skin. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Draco was making her feel alive again.
Draco wouldn’t admit it either, but he was feeling quite the same way. The control he held over her was delectable. He wanted to draw it out forever. When he was here, it was just them, and no one else. The world, the war, his father, the death-eaters were all gone. Erased for the briefest of moments.****
“Stop.” Blaise said, gently pushing Draco away.
“I didn’t want to stop.” Draco says distant, a faint smile tainting his lips and his eyes are gone again into the madness.
“What?” Blaise says confused. “Oh Draco. What have you done?” Blaise searches Draco’s body as though he’s looking for evidence. Blood on his hands, scratches, anything. And Draco meets his eyes and he’s there again. The madness gone.
“Come to bed, luv. I’m so tired.” Draco says gently lacing his fingers into Blaise’s as he pulls him into the safe green canopy of his bed and curls around him. Blaise watches Draco as he falls into sleep, his face softening. He looks like an angel against the dark emerald fabric. He’s so pale against it, he practically glows. Blaise is worried again about his beloved and stays awake for hours, gently tracing patterns on his back. Poetic words of love and lust, trust and hope, his dreams. A tear forms but refuses to spill.
“I don’t know how to help you Draco.” Blaise whispers as he finally settles down, squeezing his eyes shut until he falls asleep in Draco’s arms.
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TBC...
Feedback and (constructive) suggestions appreciated. Thanks for reading!