After Patrol

Stifling a yawn, she raised her wand higher. She had one more area of the castle to patrol before she could return to her dorm.

Returning to Hogwarts for her seventh year, she had of course become head girl. This gave her the responsibility she craved, as well as the privilege of living in the heads dorms. The witch had to share the dorms with her fellow head.

The wizard was patrolling the other areas of the castle. They were to meet back at the heads common room to report any activity.

Patrol never threw up much. If she was honest, when the war ended everyone was a bit more careful than they were before it began. Students were more afraid to be out after curfew, and more often than not were in their common rooms before the clock struck ten.

Pulling her robes more tightly around her, she slowly descended the stairs to the dungeons. This was her least favourite patrol, but her sadistic partner made her take turns in doing it. This annoyed her to no end, but she wasn’t about to let him know that.

Wondering down the chilly corridors, she dimmed her wand to cast a warming charm about herself. The dungeons were always colder at this time of year. Hearing an echoing footstep she quickly turned and pressed her body against the wall. Fighting a war had honed her reflexes such that she was very quick with her wand. Quicker, almost, than Harry himself.

Straining her ears she listened for another sound; anything that might reveal another presence in the corridor with her. She heard nothing.

The witch continued down the corridor towards the Slytherin common room. The dungeons were the best place to hide after curfew because of its many alcoves and dead end corridors, although it was a rare occurrence to find any students that were not Slytherin this deep into the castle. Houses tended to stick to their own areas.

Satisfied there were no students breaking the rules, she relaxed slightly as she made her way back towards the main area of the castle.

Reaching the common room, she muttered the password and the portrait swung open. It was pitch black inside.

“Draco?” The brunette called into the darkness. He ought to have been back before her, as his patrols didn’t venture as deep into the castle.

There was no answer. Stepping into the room, she tried to relight her wand. No light appeared. Trying again, she began to panic. Her magic had never failed her before.

“It won’t work, Hermione.” A soft drawl came from somewhere within the darkness.

“Draco! What is going on?” The witch’s panicked voice reached his ears. The blonde chuckled.

“Don’t worry, my love. I have simply placed a charm on the room. The only wand that will work here is mine.”

The witch started slightly at his term of endearment, but was not overly concerned about the situation. The pair had been getting along much better since the war had ended and they had been forced to share living quarters. Her panic quieted.

“Come here, and sit with me.” The blonde purred.

Puzzled, the witch complied and sunk on to the squishy sofa in the centre of their common room.

She felt him shift closer.

“Draco, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, Hermione. I just came to a realisation today, that’s all.”

This piqued her curiosity. She and Draco had become fairly good friends since becoming heads together, but she wasn’t sure he had any other feelings towards her.

“Oh?” She was interested to know what he meant.

“Yes. Today I realised that you are a brilliant and beautiful woman.” He answered her unspoken question. The witch could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“Are you playing with me?”

“I will be, in a way, later. If you are agreeable that is.”

He was definitely grinning now.

She felt him shift closer again, and lean forward. Running his hands from her shoulders down to her arms, he picked up her hands and pulled her up.

She stiffened as he pulled her closer.

“Relax. You’ll enjoy this, I promise.” As if to prove a point, he brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

Sighing, the witch relaxed her muscles and gave in to the kiss. She wouldn’t admit it, but she had spent a fair amount of the school year admiring her fellow head.

She heard a quiet rattle as Draco deepened the kiss. Thinking nothing of it, she allowed him to bring her hands around behind her. Breaking the kiss, he licked and suckled at her neck, hitting her sweet spot. As she moaned in pleasure, she heard a click as the blonde clicked a pair of handcuffs in place.

Immediately tensing again, she broke away from him.

“Draco, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Relax, pet. We’re playing, like I said.” Still in the darkness, she couldn’t see his face.

“Draco – “ She began, but she was cut off by a bruising kiss.

He murmured a spell she couldn’t catch, and the room was illuminated in candle light. She had to hand it to the wizard, he had made a lot of effort.

Looking up to his face, he grinned at her.

“You look like the cat who got the cream.” She smiled.

“That’s because I am.” Smirking, he caught her lips once more in a passionate kiss.

Whispering another spell, the wizard relieved them both of their clothing.

“See, witch? See what you do to me?” The blonde growled at her, glancing down at his growing erection.

Running his hands up and down her sides, he suckled hard at the base of her neck. If he was going to have her, he was going to mark her as his.

As Draco sucked and nipped at her, she felt her stomach fluttering and the familiar pleasurable coil down below.

“Draco, touch me.” She demanded of the blonde.

“As my lady wishes.” Draco smiled at her as his hands deftly explored where no man had been before.

His hands were everywhere. He touched every place on her body except for the one place she wanted most. Kissing him again, she moaned into his mouth from his administrations.

Having her hands handcuffed behind her back frustrated her to no end. Draco was pleasuring her so much, she wanted to return the favour. It seems he had the same thing in mind as he kissed her again and pushed gently down on her shoulders.

She tensed slightly at the thought of what he was going to have her do. Sensing her slight hesitation, he kissed her gently again in reassurance.

“Go on.” He prodded.

Kneeling down, she looked at his cock properly for the first time. She wasn’t sure it would fit when the time came.

The blonde chuckled.

“This isn’t a study session. Get on with it.” He growled at her.

Experimentally she licked the tip, before taking his whole member into her mouth.

“Fuck!” Draco exclaimed, not expecting her to do that so quickly.

She took to cock-sucking like a duck to water, sucking and licking with a lot of enthusiasm. He rested his hand on the back of her head, grasping her hair and tried to guide her into taking him deeper.

His gentle pushing of her limits turned the witch on greatly, the feeling of pleasure increasing by the second. She gagged slightly as he thrust into her mouth, his member hitting the back of her throat. She soon got the hang of controlling the reflex, however, and Draco was pulling her of him before too long.

“Your turn.” He smirked at her then, pulling her back to her feet and kissing her soundly. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him.

Stopping suddenly he picked her up and carried her to his room. Struggling slightly at the surprise, she squealed at the sight that greeted her.

He had stripped his bed to remove the inevitable tangle of bed sheets and tied soft scarves around each bedpost.

The wizard unceremoniously threw her down, pouncing on her. Straddling her waist he removed her handcuffs. The witch wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him, before he once more bound her wrists with the soft silk.

He started by paying particular attention to her breasts. He wanted to draw this out for as long as he could.

He sucked and nipped at the hardened peaks, relishing in the little moans and squeals the witch beneath him was making. His hand found its way down to her wet cunt, slipping between her folds with such ease.

“You’re so wet for me, witch.”

“Draco...”

He slowly eased a digit inside of her, preparing her for what was to come. Pumping his hand he tapped his thumb lightly on her clit, bringing her to a screaming orgasm. He continued his ministrations on the shuddering witch, drawing out her pleasure.

“Draco...” The witch panted. She had never known she was able to experience so much pleasure, especially given to her by another. She was not well versed in sex, and as such was relying heavily on Draco to guide her.

With a slightly surprised look on his face, Draco began to question her,

“Was that your first orgasm?”

The witch blushed. It was all the answer he needed.

“I’m going to be your first in every way possible. I’m going to make you completely and utterly mine!”

His possessive words turned her on more so than his sexual dominance.

“Tell me what you want, pet.” He smirked, knowing she would find it hard to talk dirty.

“I want you.” Her voice was quiet, her eyes looking anywhere but at him.

“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that.” He grinned, tilting her chin up and meeting her gaze.

“I want you to take me, Draco.” The blonde smirked. He was going to make this difficult.

“In what way would you like me to have you, pet?”

“Dammit, Draco, fuck me!”

“Easy, pet. See, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

The witch was blushing furiously. Squirming against her bonds, she gazed defiantly into his eyes. That was what he loved so much about her. This time, he was going to take it slow. He would have plenty of time in the future to introduce her to the various different ways he could ‘play’ with her.

Fisting his rock hard cock, he balanced himself over her. Positioning himself at her entrance, he once more looked into her eyes.

“I’m not going to tell you it won’t hurt, but I’m going to try and be gentle, OK?”

She nodded. Capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, he thrust into her heat in one smooth stroke. Swallowing her cry, his hands were once more roaming all over her body, distracting her from the initial pain. When he felt her walls relax a little around him, he began to move.

He kept his rhythm deliberately slow, to keep his witch on the edge. All the while, he was kissing, nipping, sucking any part of her he could reach. Her tiny moans and whimpers were driving him to insanity.

He could hold back no longer. Craving for release, he began fucking her harder, faster. The only sounds to be heard were the slapping of skin on skin and the panting moans coming from both of them.

Reaching between their sweaty bodies, the blonde rediscovered her clit. Roughly rubbing the engorged nubbin, he felt her tighten up around him as he brought her closer to her own release.

“That’s it, witch, come with me.” He crooned in her ear.

His words were what did it. Flying over the edge with her, the only thing that registered in his head was that he had caused the keening wail to come from her lips. He had brought her that pleasure.

Rolling off of her, he released her wrists from the bedposts.

“That was amazing.” The witch whispered next to his ear.

Grinning, the blonde pulled her into his arms as they snuggled down.

“Care for a repeat performance after patrol tomorrow night?”


A/N: Just a little oneshot that has been pestering me for ages. Writing is still taking a back seat to exams at the minute, so Black Holes and Revelations readers will still have to wait until they've finished. Sorry!

This time thanks go to Alicia, Jade and Evans for inspiration and nagging me to get it done.

Finally, you all know the score. Please rate/review! It really does make my day!