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The dress looked simple enough on the hanger. Shiny, silver and floor length. A silky material that moved with her every step and hugged her every curve and a cut so low she had forgone a bra and just placed discreet sticking charms in hopes of avoiding embarrassment.
And the first look from him?
The grey in his eyes said it all, scorching her like molten metal, awakening her every nerve.
He pushed his pale blond hair through his hands and schooled his features back into his placid mask. Tattooed down the last knuckle of his hands, with a ring on most of his fingers, Draco Malfoy was no longer the image of a perfect pureblood heir and now with Hermione on his arms to society events, had burned the bridges to his past for good.
It had started as just sex. Just a brutal romp in a coat closet at the annual Memorial gala at Hogwarts. A cathartic release of old grudges grown too heavy to keep carrying. They had agreed to keep the relationship private, low maintenance, and out of the public eye.
But there was no denying they were good together. He wasn’t afraid to push her limits, knowing all too well her wrath if pushed too far. They learned the other quickly, already naturally inclined to what the other wanted.
She relished the secret power she held over him, the little fissures in the facade, like when his thumb grazed the bottom of his lip, or his throat clicked audibly as she pressed her lips to spots he liked, each one marked in its own design in his skin.
The way he looked at her now, long legs stretched out casually in a chair in his flat's bedroom.
“Gorgeous. Turn around.” She did as asked and was rewarded with a sharp hiss of air through his teeth. “Those knickers are new. “
Glancing over her shoulder in the mirror she checked her backside in the reflection. The dress was opaque even to not show her knickers or stockings to her eye anyway.
"How did you -"
One hand on her shoulder guided her to face her reflection full on and the other splayed out around her navel.
The dress turned transparent, only the hems on either side and the bottom visible in weak silver light. Draco removed his hand and the dress turned opaque again.
"That's how I'll see you all night. How does that make you feel, love? Knowing I'll be able to see you bared to me for hours." His hand followed the dip between her thighs, brushing over her with just barely their touch.
"I think-" she whispered, dropping her head back against his shoulder. "You'll be the one who caves first."
Wandering hands cupped her breasts, pulling each nipple taunt, the fabric rough against her skin. “So we’ll even up the score. After all, you Gryffindors like fair competition.”
Taking her by the hand to the chair he’d been sitting in, he placed each one of her hands on the arms and bent her facing away from him. Electricity seemed to hum in her veins at the anticipation of what he might be planning to do to her in the vulnerable position.
A sudden hit of cool air made her squeal as the fabric of the skirt was bunched up over her hip and her knickers slid down to her knees. He palmed at her exposed ass before letting two fingers tease at her folds and the pad of his thumb found her clit.
Arching into his hand automatically, she keened her approval at the touch. The shifting of shadows around her made her aware he was sinking to his knees.
It could have been minutes or hours, but it really didn’t matter once his tongue was on her. In her. She gasped, arching and rolling her hips against her mouth, consuming her, lapping at her with not so gentle strokes. Her thighs shook as he pulled away only to pump two fingers into her, scissoring and stretching her open.
It hadn’t been enough to make her cum, not even close, only enough to awaken her libido and leave her agitated at the lack of satisfaction from such a promising start. He pushed a small, round toy in her pulled her legs closed, and pulled her knickers back into place.
Standing up straight and pulling the dress down, she realized the toy was just the perfect weight to keep a teasing pressure within her walls. She felt thoroughly fucked with none of the release.
She was going to go mad.
“Feel alright?” Draco asked, tongue darting out over his lip to taste more of her essence as he smoothed the new crease out of the dark emerald suit he was wearing. Hermione whined in response as he cast a cleansing charm over his mouth and then kissed her lightly. “Use your words please.”
“You’re an evil bastard.”
“I know, but I’m your evil bastard. One more thing “ he pulled out his mobile from his coat pocket and made a motion that look like he was simply checking his messages.
The toy buzzed inside her.
She was determined to make him pay.
***
Not for the first time in his life, Draco wondered if he had gotten in too far over his head.
He seriously miscalculated how long he could tolerate watching Granger prance around in near nothingness without doing something about it.
For her part, she acted as though nothing were amiss, even through her slightly unsteady walk and flush creeping up the apples of her cheeks.
She flirted and danced with everyone else but him, leaving him just to hover just out of her personal space. It had driven him to the brink of insanity and they were only an hour into the party.
Now Weasley was sniffing around, igniting the old jealous flame deep in his gut. He knew there was no way the red head could actually see what he did, the charms had been customized to him, tapping into his magic by the ring on his thumb.
But the way his eyes roamed over her, drinking her in…
Taking his mobile out of his inner robe pocket, he flicked the toys speed to the highest setting.
Granger let out an uncharacteristically high pitched and breathy laugh, clutching onto Weasley's arm
Stupid git looked like he'd just win the Quidditch world cup.
Granger's eyes met his over Weasley's shoulder.
The game was over and he’d lost.
And the way she smirked up at him...she’d known it too.
The bathroom door had hardly shut behind them when the bolt slammed into the lock with an uncontrolled slip of magic.
“Something...wrong?” Hermione asked with a tilt of her head, sending one curl out of place and down her shoulders. Even on the tawny skin of her chest a strawberry-colored flush crept up to her neck.
"The way he was looking at you-"
Her hand shot out to crush the green silk of his jacket between her fingers. She bit her lip and tossed her head back. "Then turn. Toy. Off. Now."
He put one hand on each of her shoulders and pushed her against the tile wall.
"Why Granger? You look so good like this -" her hips rolled seeking friction between them.
"Want to come." she gasped. "Wanted your attention. Knew how to get it." Her pretty full lips turned up into that smirk again.
He crushed his lips to hers and drank in her stuttering breaths. "Maybe that's exactly what I wanted. " He stroked the corner of her mouth. "But I'm selfish, I didn't want anyone else to see what's mine."
"Yours." She breathed. "All yours."
***
Her head spun as Draco turned her to face the mirror and splayed his hand over just as he had at his flat. She couldn't be bothered to look at herself though as she followed his reflection as he moved behind her.
Her knickers were torn from hips with a harsh rip on the fragile fabric but she really hadn't expected them to last the night. He eased the toy from her body and tossed it carelessly in the sink she held herself over.
There was the pull of his zipper and the rustle of fabric before he filled her in one smooth thrust. Her muscles protested before the pain gave way to the pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut, her grappled for anything to brace herself on but found nothing.
He buried his fingers in her curls, pulling her neck taunt, only allowing her short shallow breaths and whimpers as he slowly eased his cock in and out again.
“Open your eyes, look at yourself getting fucked.” She obeyed, finding his eyes in the mirror’s reflection. “No, I said, yourself. Look at yourself.”
She hardly recognized the witch in front of her. Makeup ringed her eyes, her lips looked bee-stung from the brutality of their kiss and how hard she had been biting them all night. Her tits nearly spilled out of the dress, pushed together by her efforts to brace herself. Draco let go of her hair to grab ahold of her hips as his pace increased and the curls fell around her face as she begged him for more.
She looked.... amazing. She had never dared imagined herself in this state before let alone been forced to study herself so intimately. It was a rush to the ego, making her feel beautiful, wanton, and powerful.
Her orgasm rocketed through her veins, stealing all her coherent words and thoughts, pulling all her muscles in until she thought she would implode. Colors blurred and her voice chanted the syllables of Draco’s name like a prayer.
Too boneless to move on her own, he pulled out of her and hoisted her onto the countertop, wrapping her legs around his hips. She crossed her ankles behind him, pulling him in for short sharp thrusts that made her gasp with every movement. Hands wandered through his hair and down to his shoulders, grazing her nails along his skin until he shivered.
“Beautiful. So gods damn beautiful. And mine. All mine.” His rhythm became erratic and frantic as he chased his own release.
“Only you make me feel like this, only you make me scream.” She purred in his ear, nipping at the lobe.
He came with a groan of Fuck! And spilled inside her, eyes locked on where they were joined.
Once they were cleaned up and almost presentable again, Draco showed her the charm on the ring and how he was canceling it for the rest of the night. He cleaned the toy and stowed it deep in the pockets of his outer robe.
They left the bathroom and found the party was in full swing and no one had even noticed their absence, but they left separately as to not be obvious all the same.
Hermione procured them some chilled champagne and found Draco being perused by a leggy blond even though he looked thoroughly disinterested.
Jealously pulsed through her. She pushed the champagne into his hand and then stood on tiptoe to pressed a searing kiss into his lips, causing several onlookers to start whispering and someone to wolf whistle.
Word would be out before morning that they were an official item.
“Not that I object but what was that for ?” Draco asked taking a heavy swig of champagne.
Leaning in, she trailed her free hand down the center of his chest to rest on his belt buckle. “For my eyes, only.”